#big man quigley

[coypurat]

I SCREAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but then i shutted the Fuck up

[coypurat]

why are you drowning him

[renthony]

hey!! i am genuinely curious about how the catholic church helped implement the hays code, would you be able to tell me more/do you have any good reading material about it? thanks so much!!

This has been sitting in my inbox for aaaaaages, because I want to do it justice! It's actually a big facet of my research project that I'm going to go into much, much, much more depth on, but here's the short(er) summary:

The foundational text of the Hays Code was written by two Catholics: a Jesuit priest named Father Daniel Lord, and a man named Martin Quigley, who was the editor of the Motion Picture Herald. They grounded their guidelines in Catholic morality and values, based on the idea that art could be a vehicle for evil by negatively influencing the actions of those who view it.

The original list of guidelines written by Lord and Quigley was adapted into the Production Code, popularly known as the "Hays Code" after William Hays, the president of the Production Code Administration that enforced it. As president of the PCA, William Hays appointed a staunch Catholic man called Joseph Breen to enforce the code. Breen enforced it aggressively, confiscating the original reels of films he deemed inappropriate and against the Code. Many lost films from this era are only "lost" because Joseph Breen personally had them destroyed. Some were rediscovered later, but many were completely purged from existence.

When Breen died in 1965, Variety magazine wrote, "More than any single individual, he shaped the moral stature of the American moral picture." He was a very, very big deal, and was directly responsible for censoring more films than I could even begin to list here.

In 1937, Olga J. Martin, Joseph Breen���s secretary, said, “To an impoverished country which had become religious and serious-minded, the sex attitudes of the post-war period became grotesquely unreal and antedated. The public at large wanted to forget its own derelictions of the ‘gay twenties.' The stage was set for the moral crusade.”

In 1936, once the Code was being fully enforced on filmmakers by Joseph Breen, a letter was issued by the office of Pope Pius XI that praised Breen's work, and encouraged all good Catholics to support film censorship.

The letter read in part, "From time to time, the Bishops will do well to recall to the motion picture industry that, amid the cares of their pastoral ministry, they are under obligation to interest themselves in every form of decent and healthy recreation because they are responsible before God for the moral welfare of their people even during their time of leisure. Their sacred calling constrains them to proclaim clearly and openly that unhealthy and impure entertainment destroys the moral fibre of a nation. They will likewise remind the motion picture industry that the demands which they make regard not only the Catholics but all who patronize the cinema."

Basically, this letter was a reminder from the Papal authority that bishops and priests are supposed to stop people from engaging with "lewd" or "obscene" art. That meant supporting things like the Hays Code.

So, to summarize: the original text of the Hays Code was written by two Catholics, including a priest. The biggest and most aggressive censor under the Code was a Catholic man, who had the full support and approval of the Pope at the time. Good Catholics were called en-masse to support the Hays Code, because it was intentionally written to line up with Catholic teachings.

There's a lot more to say on the subject, and if you're interested in reading more on your own, I recommend the book "Pre-Code Hollywood: Sex, Immorality, and Insurrection in American Cinema, 1930-1934," by Thomas Doherty. There are plenty other sources I can recommend on request, but that's a solid place to start.

(And if I can toot my own horn, I'm intending to do a video lecture series all about American film censorship and the Hays Code. Pledging to my Patreon helps keep me fed and housed while I do all this damn research.)

[pulsingvoid]

the s1 mistynat dynamic is SOOO. Big Jacket doesnt want you to remember this but adult natalie was insane about misty FIRST. everything starts after natalie gets a shady postcard and decides misty quigley has something to do with it. her cringe ex classmate misty quigley that loves violence and murder and musical theatre and drugging people and is overall a walking red flag and really annoying to boot. it simply has to be from her. nat doesn't even stop to think it over she just gets out of rehab and drives all the way to jersey and stalks misty at her job and breaks into her house with a gun just to accuse misty of being the one messing with her (she isn't). then after they clear that up (and after misty's obsession with nat is successfully reignited - who could have predicted this?!) nat is like well i ought to let her stick around because she can help me find my ex. then they find her ex (dead) and nat is like well now i need to let misty stick around because she can help me solve his murder (there was no murder). then nat is like well if i promise to kms later i guess i can indulge in dressing up all nice and being misty's date for our high school reunion since she buried a body for me insisted. mind you natalie was once the most charismatic leather jacket-wearing bisexual in town that somehow managed to be so full of self-loathing and destructiveness that she alienated every single person that tried to love her. but not misty! misty is immune to nat's toxicity she's too busy being worse both solving and covering up murders for natalie and snorting natalie's coke to prevent her from relapsing and messing with natalie's car so they have to go on a roadtrip together and texting a man on nat's behalf and installing a camera in nat's room to keep an eye on her (and watch her have sex with said man) and you can tell they've both been painfully lonely and they're having the time of their lives making up reasons to be insane together. and season 2 said NEVERMIND ALL THAT YOU'RE NEVER GETTING IT AGAIN. HERE'S FRODO. NOW HERE'S NATALIE IN BEACHY WAVES AND BIRKENSTOCKS. OOPS! NOW SHE'S DIED. and now i have to sit and watch them torch teen mistynat too probably. sad! oh well good thing ive already stolen them and im putting them in a story where they can orbit each other forever and ever like lewis and ricci intended

[venusinmyrrh]

Inspired by @queerpyracy’s recent post, here are the books on my TBR that I’m most excited to get to in 2025!

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas. I'm a big fan of Silvia Moreno-Garcia, and this story seems very similar to her work: romance in the face of a vampire threat in 1840s Mexico.

You Are Fatally Invited by Ande Pliego. I love, love, love, a stylish mystery, and this one looks like a cross between Glass Onion and And Then There Were None.

The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James. This split-timeline thriller looks like it'll scratch the same itch as Bad Times at the El Royale. Here's hoping the tone is less true-crime and more Stephen King.

Hiddensee by Gregory Maguire. I am not a Wicked novel girl but I have it on good authority (from @mordredsheart) that this interpretation of the Nutcracker is the Maguire I'll like best.

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk. Besides having an absolute banger of a title, anything described as a mystery-thriller-cum-fairytale is something I need to read ASAP.

Repeat It Today With Tears by Anne Peile. Speaking of banger titles, this book seems specifically designed to make me crazier, and that's the energy I'm trying to carry into 2025.

Madly, Deeply: The Diaries of Alan Rickman by Alan Rickman. I'm here for the wisdom, the sense of connection to a fellow artist, and the HP hate in equal measure.

Ascension by S.T. Gibson. Rhys McGowan, relentlessly ambitious ceremonial magician extraordinaire, is my entire man, and I literally could not put Evocation (the first book in this series) down, so onto the list it goes.

Metamorphoses by Ovid. This classic has been taking up space on my bookshelf for years-- it's time to see if it earns its keep.

Honorable mentions go to:

Lolita in the Afterlife: On Beauty, Risk, and Reckoning with the Most Indelible and Shocking Novel of the Twentieth Century edited by Jenny Minton Quigley. A collection of pieces on the impact and discourse generated by the famous novel in the last sixty years. I picked this up at random in a bookstore and was impressed by what I skimmed.

Other People’s Shoes: Thoughts on Acting by Harriet Walter. I loved her book Brutus and Other Heroines, so if my library ever gets around to acquiring a copy I am going to pounce on it.

Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Li. I have a weakness for art heists, what can I say.

Tagging @mordredsheart, @mariacallous, @forthegothicheroine, @bluestockingbaby, @lucacangettathisass, @briarlily, and @alintalzin, as well as anyone else with something to say. I wanna hear what you're into!

[coypurat]

thank you for posting my big man!!!!!! :D

"hiii this is my boy quigley, hes a catahoula great dane mix and hes. interesting hsjfhsjf hes got his own fan club!!!"

quigley is the perfect name for him, i picture it like columbo or something like we just know his last name and that's how he prefers it

[sunny-rants]

I need to see a whole lot more love for Misty Fucking Quigley, because if she were a man with those big sad eyes, y’all would’ve already babygirlified her and excused her war crimes. she’d be the morally grey fan favourite

[lottiembae]

SUPERHEROES (1)

lottie matthews x fem!reader

Summary: lottie got late to her first anniversary with her girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, spidey!lottie, college!reader, college!lottie.

Note: English is not my first language.

Lottie fly for the buildings, sorting them. She is going all fast she can, or her webs allow her. She checks the hour and searches for Y/N's name, pressing the button call and starting to hear the tones.

"Hello, baby! I'm not forgetting about it, I promise," Lottie said in a rush the moment her girlfriend picked up the phone, she almost saw the park where they would have the assigned date. "Misty wanted more photos to choose from and I needed to do it. I'm almost there." She didn't lie, Misty Quigley is the director of the college newspaper and wanted everything perfect, she took the photos yes, but she took it three hours ago. Then, someone else decided to do the bad in the city and Lottie needed to intervene.

Y/N let out a low chuckle. "Don't worry, Lot. I know you can't forget about our anniversary. Maybe momentarily, but you would remember it at some point." She said teasing.

Lottie led down on a rooftop where a backpack she left there, some of many of them, and opened it, putting out street clothes. "I will never forget about our anniversary, baby girl." She said seriously, removing her mask and breathing content when the fresh air hit her face. Her hair, now short, is a mess and the soft breeze is not helping.

"Mhmm. See you now then." Y/N said, hanging up.

"It's one time..." Lottie muttered, holding a smile and shaking her head softly. She cursed when saw the hour and pressed the spider on her chest, the suit falling from her body to the ground. Her slender fingers grab it and save it inside of the black backpack. Her outfit now consists of a pink skirt, a black sweatshirt and a black all stars, brushing her hair with her fingers and securing her camera on her neck.

Lottie ran to the edge and threw a web to slide down in the empty and dark street next to the building, the sunset hitting the many windows and blinding her brown eyes. When she landed, saw a florist crossing the road and decided to buy a bouquet of Y/N's favourites flowers.

She got outside after thanking the old man and walked faster to the park, looking at both sides of the road and waited for the traffic light to turn green. Lottie bit her lip, and when it turned on green she was the first to cross, apologising when she almost crashed with a bad-tempered lady.

"I'm here!" Lottie was out of breath when she spotted Y/N sitting in a blanket with everything set, the golden rays of sun shining on her face. Lottie falls in love with her again.

Y/N gave her a lipped smile, clearly holding a laugh. She stood up and walked towards her, her eyes falling to her hands, seeing the bouquet. "You know that we are celebrating today because you insist and the official one is this Saturday, right?" She crossed her arms around her chest, her white sweater giving her an adorable look since it is big on her, maybe the sweater is hers. It's been a long time since Lottie saw it.

"I know. I want at least to celebrate it on our day, a small thing. This is for you." Lottie said, holding out the bouquet towards her.

"Thank you, I love them." Y/N said, smelling the flowers while hugging them on her chest. She heard a click, making her look up and seeing her girlfriend take a photo of her. "Really?"

The brunette shrugged, putting down the camera but still holding it between her hands. "I can't resist." She confesses in a sheepish way.

Y/N pushes her with a hand towards herself and gives her a chaste kiss on her lips. "Happy anniversary, weirdo." She whispered on her lips, tiptoeing a little.

"Happy anniversary, miss weirdo's future wife." Lottie said in a tease tone, but happily witnessed the reaction from the woman in front of her. She let the camera hang on from her neck and put her hands on her hips, her head leaning down and closing the distance again, kissing her properly.

"Your hair is a mess... I don't understand how you manage to always look like that. And you look great!" Y/N whined the last part, making Lottie laugh. "If it was me, I would look terrible."

Lottie shakes her head and brushes their noses. "You would look beautiful."

Y/N pecked her lips a few more times and grabbed her hand, walking to the blanket. She put the bouquet carefully between the basket and her backpack. "I made your favourite. I almost can't do it because Jackie decided to do cupcakes and we almost stayed without the kitchen. Or the apartment." She explained, grabbing the tupperware with the delicious food and grabbing a fork, passing it to Lottie.

Charlotte snorted. "I can imagine Shauna's face." She muttered, giving the first bite and a soft moan slipped from her mouth, closing her eyes. "This is delicious." She said, chewing.

"I know. I mean, I'm good at cooking." She said with false modesty, blinking her eyelashes repeatedly on purpose. "That and because Shauna is my tester." She said lowly, grabbing her own tupperware.

"I can be your tester too." Lottie commented, controlling to eat fast because she really feels hungry.

"You are busy, Lot! Class, newspaper, photography class... I'm surprised you have time for me." Y/N said mindlessly, giving the first bite to her food.

Lottie stayed thinking about it. She knew about her busy agenda, it cleared out a little when she dropped soccer, but then again it got busy when people required her help.

She sighed, the few free moments she spent with her girlfriend were when she had some free nights, she went (landed) to her apartment and slept together. The other place was the university, the campus or the cafeteria near her apartment.

"You okay?" Y/N notices the lack of interest in the new anecdotal about Jackie trying to impress her new date.

Lottie put down the tupperware, she stopped eating the moment Y/N mentioned the little time they spent together. "Are you mad at me...? I mean, I can drop the photography class or the debate club." She suggested, playing with her food.

"Are you crazy? Lottie, I'm not mad. I love how you rant about all these things. Yeah, I would like to spend more time with you, but I can wait. I'm busy too." Y/N said with a smile, reassuring her. "And eat that, you are hungry."

"How do you know?" Lottie doesn't try to deny it, starting to eat again.

Y/N leaned briefly towards and whispered. "It's a secret." Lottie grinned by her dorkiness.

An hour passed and they started to save the things, the last rays of sun illuminated them. Lottie helps Y/N with the basket, while her girlfriend had the bouquet she gifted and her backpack, their hands intertwined.

"Are you staying tonight?" Y/N asks, a hint of hope on her voice while looking up at her.

"Of course! Tonight you have your cuddles' dose." Lottie said and kissed her head lovingly, they stopped to cross the same road she crossed before.

"Me? What about you, mhm? You are the only one who is whining about it every time I'm not paying you attention." Y/N sang, laughing when Lottie tickled her sides briefly with puppy eyes, her brown eyes showing.

They crossed when the traffic light was green, the sky turned a shadow of dark blue. The buildings protected them now with the crowded people in the streets. And then, a vibrant sensation alerted Lottie and stopped paying attention to Y/N momentarily, focusing on it. She stopped on her tracks, her head turning to the right where a building is in the middle, but the sensation told her that is that way.

Y/N frowned, her hand still intertwining on hers. She stepped to look at Lottie better and saw a worried expression attached there, her eyes fixed on the fancy hotel in front of them.

"Lottie? Everything okay?" Y/N asks, unsure why she stopped abruptly and kept looking straight to a building.

Charlotte cleared her throat and slowly, nod. Her brown eyes are fixed on her now, Y/N could see an intern battle on them. But before she could ask again, Lottie let out a curse under her breath and started to walk fast, coming back for the street they just walked. She has a firm grip on her hand, every few seconds Lottie turns to look at her and keeps ignoring Y/N's calls.

"Why are we stopping here?" Y/N asks, out of breath and looking at the dark street with apprehensive eyes.

Lottie thinks hard about how she needs to tell her that, well, she is a superhero. But the danger is close and there is no time, not now. So, letting her hand and placing an arm around her waist in a strong grip, she looks at Y/N. "Hold tight." She saw the confusion pool in her eyes. But she threw a web up and quickly they were going up, Y/N starting to scream for the impression, doing what Lottie told her and hugging her like her life depends on it.

"WHAT THE HELL, CHARLOTTE!" Y/N yells once they are safe on the rooftop, the only one where Lottie was before.

The brunette swallowed hard, but went to her backpack glued to a rock wall, throwing a web to bring it to her hands. "I can explain! But please, I can't do it now."

Y/N opened her mouth the moment her girlfriend started to take off her clothes and put on a suit, red with blue on her back and pants?, soft gold lines forming a web and in the middle was a spider. When Lottie turned around, she saw Y/N looking at her speechless, her mouth matching her eyes, a startled expression on her face and if the moment was other, she probably would laugh, the bouquet on her hands and holding them tightly didn't help.

"Are you fucking Spiderman!?" Y/N yells again, her mouth still open.

Lottie shushed her gently, glueing the backpack again to the same spot and walked to hers, the mask in a hand. "Be quiet please. And yes, I'm Spider woman." She corrected her with a nervous smile. She used to this at this point, people thought she was a man, and it gave some benefit, it means they are very away to know the truth. "I need you to stay here. I will come for you, I promise!" She said quickly when saw the brief frown starting to approach. "I will explain everything later, but I need to go." She said in a soft tone.

After a few seconds, Y/N closed her mouth and nodded slowly. She saw how Lottie put on the mask, two big sharp white eyes looking at her now. Lottie turned around once again, but a hand on her wrist made her stop.

"Be careful, okay?" Y/N said, hiding how scared she is now knowing Lottie could face something bad out there.

"I will." Her voice sounded muffled, but she slid it up half way, showing her plump lips and part of her nose. She lowered down and kissed her. "I love you." She whispered, seeing Y/N with her eyes closed and she put down the mask, with that sight she left the rooftop, her heartbeat beating fastly on her chest.

•••

Lottie landed there, her breath stuck on her throat and new cuts on her face and torso. She heard how Y/N gasped and ran towards her, she took off the half broken mask.

"I told you to be careful!" Y/N exclaimed, inspecting her face. Lottie let out a quiet laugh, holding her right side with her free hand.

"I win. So, the other guy is worse." Y/N rolls her eyes when she hears the comment.

"It's: you should see the other guy. And it isn't an excuse, Lot. Do you want me to wipe your cuts?" Y/N asks softer, caressing her cheek carefully, avoiding the fresh cut there.

Lottie nods, leaning her forehead on hers and closing her eyes. "Let's go." She murmurs, putting on the mask again.

Y/N went to where she was sitting and grabbed the bouquet and the basket, her backpack on her back now. She gave the bouquet of flowers to Lottie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a smug smirk.

"Spider woman with a bouquet, how romantic." Y/N teases her, knowing very well that Lottie rolled her eyes even if she couldn't see her face.

Lottie wraps an arm on her waist and throws a web, balancing softly. She decided to go slow, after all Y/N is not used to it. The breeze makes Y/N's hair brush it, some strands of hair on her face. Lottie wishes had her camera now, but unfortunately it is safe on her backpack on her back.

"There's how you came?" Y/N asks once they land on the fire staircase, next to her window. She saw how Lottie shrugs, opening the window for her to enter in first.

"Maybe." Lottie said, passing her the basket and the bouquet. Then, she entered and closed the window. She takes off her ripped mask, sitting on Y/N's small bed.

"Do you need help to take that off?" Y/N asks gently, seeing the tiredness on her face. However Lottie shakes her head with a small smile and presses the little spider on her chest, the suit deflates and falls to the floor, letting Lottie on her underwear and bra. Y/N raised an eyebrow, going to the drawer and grabbed some clothes that the brunette let there those past months. "I'm going to put it on water, take the basket to the kitchen and grab the first-aid kit."

Lottie hummed, going out from her bedroom and going to the bathroom in front of her, for her luck it is unoccupied. She closed the door and turned on the tap, letting the clothes on a small shelf.

"Y/N?" Someone behind the door called, knocking at the door.

"No, I'm Lottie! She is in the kitchen." Lottie said loud at Shauna. She heard Shauna muttering okay and walking away.

Shauna walked to the small kitchen, seeing blooming colour flowers in a vase on the countertop while she put off the contents from the basket.

"Usually every time you two come in, the whole apartment is filled with your annoying voices... Problems in paradise?" Shauna saw how Y/N jumps, scared. Shauna leaned on the door frame crossing her arms around her chest, a teasing smile on her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes when spotted her friend, closing the fridge. "Stop playing that facade, Shipman. You love us." She points a finger at her and grabs the vase, walking by her side and going out.

Shauna followed her, still with her arms crossed. "Nice try."

Y/N gave her a sarcastic smile, eyeing her clothes. "You finished a long shift in the labs and didn't change your clothes... Are you waiting for me to feed you, Shaunie?" She teases her now, copying her and crossing her arms.

"For your information, I went to the bathroom and there was another person... So, I came to tell you that this is not a hotel for all your dates." She fakes being annoyed by this. She saw how Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, and then ran to the bathroom, knocking at the closed door. "If you want to have sex, I suggest you do it in your room, please." Shauna said from her place, watching Y/N curiously because she knew something else happened.

Lottie opened the door, a towel covering part of her head and body, drop of water falling from her face. "Shauna is outside and you have a big cut on your cheek..." Y/N whispered, trying to not earn attention to her friend. "Let me clean it." She showed her middle finger to Shauna when this one made a noise of gagging and entered inside, closing the door.

Y/N search for the first aid kit, Lottie put the clean clothes and dry her hair with the towel, sitting on the wc. She put herself between her legs and with a hand, turned her head to the left to have a better access to the wound. Lottie knows that Y/N is worried and with a lot of questions and if she is not saying anything about it, it's because Shauna is outside. She hissed a little when the cotton brushed her cheek, closing her eyes for the pain. She is so used to cleaning them herself it's weird that someone else, her girlfriend in this case, helps her with the wounds.

"Are you mad?" Lottie asks in a small voice. She asked it twice that day.

"I'm not mad. But I'm not happy about it either..." Y/N reply, concentration on her face. "You have your reasons to not tell me and I don't know how many time you hide it from me, I just wished you could tell me it sooner, maybe I could help you patch you." She ranted out in a low voice, putting on a small plaster there and went to clean another one near her chin.

"I don't want to put you in danger. I'm not forgiving myself if something happens to you." Lottie started, rubbing a hand on Y/N's right leg. "These people are mean, you know? They want people dead or make them suffer... I wanted to tell you about it a hundred times, but I wanted to be selfish and... I don't know, maybe I won't tell you about it before because it's better for you." She finishes, unsure if she explains herself correctly or at least, hoping Y/N understood her.

Y/N let out a sigh, putting another plaster on her chin. "And you have the right to do that. Believe me when I tell you I was happy living in ignorance," she said, crossing her arms and looking directly at her. "Since you told me, I can't stop picturing you fighting with them and what would happen... I want to help you, Charlotte. I don't want them to hurt you. Or at least, they don't kill you and find out for other sources."

Lottie bit her lip, her brown eyes turning sad. She hugged her legs and leaned her head on her stomach, looking up. "You are the best thing in my life, Y/N. I fight every day for you to maintain the way you look at me forever. I know it's cheesy, but it's true. I grew up practically alone, I found a soccer team that now is my chosen family, and I met you. Do you remember the day we went to visit Shauna to the labs?" She says, Y/N nods a little emotional for Lottie's words. "I got lost and I found this amazing room with a lot of spiders..." She didn't finish, knowing that Y/N caught the moment she mentioned Turner's lab. "You know how awkward I am, so I just looked a little around and got out immediately. But someone else came too..."

"Of course my girlfriend needed to be Spiderman." Y/N hissed, not mad or angry. She said it with a smug smile. "Sorry, spider woman. Also, if Taissa finds out, she is the only one mad here."

"And Shauna too." Lottie interjects, hiding her face now and kissing her stomach happily. She is glad Y/N understands her, or at least respects her.

A knock on the door breaks the moment.

"Guys, I need to shower. So please, get fucking out and fuck on your room." Y/N and Lottie looked at each other with amusedness.

Y/N extended a hand to Lottie, who held it with a smile and stood up. They walked to the door and opened it, an annoyed Shauna waiting from the other side. "We didn't fuck. I'm waiting for you to go to sleep and interrupt it." Y/N commented, going to her bedroom and closing the door, letting a lot of curse throw to her way.

"She would hate me more, stop it." Lottie murmurs, throwing herself to the bed and closing her eyes.

"She didn't hate you. She likes pretending it. By the way, if some day she finds out, I need to be present, I want to see her face." Y/N said, grabbing the suit and expecting it, saving it safely on Lottie's backpack.

Lottie snorted and called for her, opening her arms still with her eyes closed. Something about sleeping in a small bed with Y/N, no matter if it is uncomfortable, the idea of snuggling with her is enough. Normally Y/N scolds her because her apartment, her parents paid the rent, is bigger and her bed is king size. But Lottie likes the cozy little apartment filled with people where her girlfriend lives.

Y/N changed her clothes and put her pyjamas, snuggling on Lottie's side. "I have a lot of questions. It didn't end here." She whispered, hearing Lottie hummed sleepily. "Love you, Spidey."

Lottie heard that and let out a lazy smile. "Love you more, happy anniversary baby."

[jackiespurnell]

happiness is a butterfly - part one (natalie scatorccio x misty quigley)

summary: after nat's death, misty is convinced she's never going to get to see her best friend again. and then nat's ghost appears in misty's bedroom and everything changes

tw: self-harm implications, heavy swearing (even more than my usual fics lol)

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if you asked misty quigley about an hour ago what was the one thing she was best at, she’d probably say something along the lines of solving cases nobody hired her to solve or taking care of her bird or knowing every single song ever performed in a broadway show down to the exact note.

now? now she’d just say the only thing she’s good at is getting people hurt.

she knew she wasn’t the easiest person to be around. or the safest. or the most sane. but still, she tried. she always tried. in fact, sometimes, she thinks she tries a little too hard. but of course, she always comes up short. she killed crystal. she traumatized and attempted to assault ben. she killed jessica, (which she doesn’t feel guilty for at all, that bitch deserved it, but still). she hunted and killed and ate her teammates, one by one, and she did it happily. happy because she needed to eat, she needed to live, yes, but also - maybe there was a little part of her that really did enjoy it all. maybe there was something in her that liked the rituals and the sacrifices. it filled the empty space in her soul; the big, dark, bloody, sadistic empty space.

misty remembers her first kill. her first, real kill. they were out on a hunt, maybe three or four months before the rescue, misty doesn’t really know, nor does she care. they were doing another one of their rituals. a card was pulled. a sacrifice was chosen. some girl from the team, misty doesn't remember her name. she does remember chasing down the girl with a knife. she was running fast, very fast, but misty was faster. she knew the girl was getting tired, she was slowing down, only slightly, slightly enough that if you weren’t paying close enough attention, you’d miss it.

not misty. never misty. she always pays attention.

it wasn’t too hard to catch up. misty eventually got close enough that she could shove her knife in the girls back. the blood was seeping through her clothes, the formerly brown material turning red, the previously dry clothing now soaked. she remembers the pride she had felt, the knowledge that her and her girls might be able to live to see another day because of her. because of what she did. she remembers just how powerful she felt in that moment, powerful because living for nineteen months out in the middle of nowhere teaches you just how rare it is to survive, how hard it is to stay alive. and she had the power to awake that life, all because of a silly little blade found in a dead man’s cabin. well, it felt great. in her own, weird, fucked up way, it felt fucking awesome. she knew, technically, killing was considered a bad thing. but how could something that felt so good be so bad? besides, she was never really one to follow the rules. she remembers the look of pure fear on the girl’s face, and for a moment there, misty felt a bit of pity. but not for long. because ultimately, she needed to eat. the team needed to eat. and so they did. all because misty was able to outrun another tired, starving teenage soccer player. meanwhile, she wasn’t even on the actual team. how ironic.

misty had never had a problem killing. never had a guilty conscience, never felt sad or regretful afterwards. never lost any sleep over it.

that was, until natalie.

natalie. her best friend. her favorite person on this screwed up planet. sure, they had their differences and it was never exactly smooth sailing between either of them but still. she never wanted to kill natalie. she never wanted to do anything that could possibly hurt her. ever. but sometimes, things happen that you really wish didn’t happen. things that you’ll regret for the rest of your life.

misty thinks about how sad and pathetic her life is, and then she realized that at least she still has a life.

walter drops her off at her house, and offers to come inside with her. and she’s grateful for the gesture, she really is, but she needed to be alone for now. what a shocker misty thinks. the on time somebody actually wants to hang out with me, i need to be alone. how ironic. 

misty didn‘t want the company. no, what she wanted was a good, long cry in her shower. the boiling hot water would feel burning against her back, and misty would soak in it, the heat leaving scars on her bare skin, scars that would hopefully be there for days, so whenever she thinks she’s doing okay she would see the scars as a reminded of how badly she fucked up. of how everything she touches turns to shit. she deserves that, at the very least. because no amount of self-inflicted scars could ever fill the natalie-shaped hole in her heart.

in that moment, misty remembers how shauna felt after jackie died. the way she would go to the shed everyday, play with the corpse of her dead best friend. she’d do jackie’s hair and makeup and everything. misty never really got it, probably because, in that moment, she had never truly had a best friend before. but she kind of understood, in a sense. misty considered herself an expert on human feelings - in theory, that is. she had done extensive research on all things emotion related, in hopes that it could make up for the lack of genuine human connection she never had. but it never did. how could it? emotions are feelings. you can’t learn feelings as if they’re questions in a textbook waiting to be answered, simply because there is no one right answer. misty didn’t realize that until it was too late. 

so really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when she walked into her room to grab her pajamas, and there, on her bed, sat the ghost of her dead best friend. natalie fucking scatorccio. 

misty just slowly blinked in shock. “natalie! what are you doing here?” she asked nat (ghost nat? hallucination nat?), surprising herself with her own nonchalant tone (as nonchalant as misty is physically capable of being, of course), because why the fuck is natalie here in my room on my bed but also of fucking course natalie is here in room on my bed.

natalie doesn’t answer, just stares at misty and the blonde decides maybe she deserves the silent treatment. after all, misty did just inject a vial of fentanyl into her arm. sure, she died because misty was trying to protect her, but of course, she failed, the same way she fails at everything.

and that’s when it hits misty like a train on a motherfucking train track. and shit, it hits.

“i’m sorry.” she whispers, as if an apology would magically fix things and bring natalie back to life. “i’m so, so sorry.”

nat nods slowly, avoiding eye contact, meanwhile all misty can do it stare. “I know you are.” she finally responds, without any sort of spite or bitterness behind the words, but instead speaking as if she was saying she’s going to the corner store to pick up chips or whatever snacks she likes, not like she was responding to misty’s attempt at a murder apology.

“are you mad at me?” misty asks, shrugging softly, simply because she’s not sure if she’d rather natalie hate her for it or not. not like it matters she thought to herself. i hate myself enough for the both of us.

“you know what?” misty cuts in, just as nat is about to respond. “i don’t want to know anyways.” natalie still looks as if she has something to say, and honestly, misty thinks nat deserves the chance to say it, but fortunately, the brunette drops it and instead looks down at the floor.

misty takes this moment to really take natalie in, in all of her fucked up emo girl beauty. she was hot, she always has been, and maybe it’s cause misty’s always been a kinky bitch, but she swears nat got hotter since she died. her hair was still the same length and dark color as before, but it looked cleaner, maybe even shinier. nat wasn’t wearing any of the purple (heliotrope, whatever the fuck that is) clothes lottie had her in when she at camp green pine. instead, she was in her usual attire, tight black tank top with straps thin enough to show her bra straps, and ripped jeans that looked decades old. she had her usual makeup on as well, the dark smudged eyeliner topping off the whole aesthetic just perfectly. she looks worn out and beat down, but weren’t they all? at least nat wasn’t trying to hide it. she embraced it. and she looked damn good while doing it.

there was this one song, misty vaguely remembers it, the lyrics went something like heaven in a place on earth with you. that’s how natalie makes her feel. made her feel. whatever. heaven for misty was when it was just her and nat against the world. and all she wants is to be let back it. but unfortunately, the gates to heaven were locked and misty was stuck on the outside.

 “are you real or am i just hallucinating you?” misty asks tentatively, not really wanting to know the answer. 

nat just nodded. “i’m real. i think. i mean, i don’t really know how this whole being a ghost thing works but jackie-” “wait, jackie? as in like, jackie jackie? like, the girl who died from hypothermia after she left the cabin in the middle of a snowstorm jackie?” 

“no, misty, the other jackie who died from an asthma attack after trying too damn hard to blow a fucking balloon.” natalie said, laying the sarcasm on heavy. (it was really hot).

“haha, very funny.” she rolls her eyes, noticing the smirk plastered on nat’s face. “as i was saying, jackie told me that whenever someone dies they don’t automatically go, well, wherever the fuck it is people go - they have to wait. fucking figures.” natalie scoffs, as if the idea of living (even if she’s only half living) for a even a little bit longer sounds like torture, which kinda breaks misty’s heart. “the dead person - so, in this case, me - gets attached to the person who feels the most guilt surrounding the person’s death  - so, you. and..the only way for me to be able to move on and actually die is when you move on.”

oh. shit.

and now misty feels a whole new layer of guilty because there’s no way in hell she’s ever going to move on from nat’s death. not like she needed to know that. not like she didn’t already. “um” misty hesitates, trying to avoid bringing up the obvious implications. “so, i’m assuming for jackie, it was shauna, right? how long did it take for shauna to move on.”

natalie just laughed unironically, more of a scoff really. “what makes you think she ever did move on?”

now it was misty’s turn to avoid eye contact. “oh! that’s um…not great.” “you think?” natalie rolls her eyes, getting up from the bed and leaning against the door. “so you better start moving the fuck on, quigley, cause i do not want to be stuck here with only you to talk to for who knows how long. can you please do that for me, misty?”

misty hesitates slighly. under any other circumstance, she would absolutely adore the idea of spending one on one time with natalie. just the two of them, side by side, doing whatever stupid shit it was they would have done if they had the time and the opportunity. if they weren’t misty quigley and natalie scatorccio, yellowjackets and flight 2525 survivors, but instead, just misty and nat. misty likes to think about that. a world where it was her and her girls, without all the burdens and the trauma that comes along with being a yellowjacket. misty assumes that most of the girls probably think she enjoyed the crash, enjoyed being stranded out there with her friends. technically, it tracks, all they see when they look at misty is a crazy attention starved little shit. and, to some extent, they’re right. she did enjoy being needed. she did enjoy people being forced to talk to her. but it wasn’t always all fun and games for her.

she was also a victim. she was also a survivor. she thinks the girls forget that sometimes. she herself forgets that sometimes.

but not natalie. natalie was different than misty and the girls, she was good in a way none of the yellowjackets were. she stuck her neck out for people who didn’t deserve it, she was always fair, she never enjoyed the killing. she managed to stay kind when the world wasn’t kind to her. misty always admired that about natalie. and, as much as misty knows that nat sometimes wishes she’d leave her alone, misty also knows that nat is the only person who recognized just how much the crash affected misty too. how the hell is misty supposed to move on from that?

but for nat, she’ll try. for nat, she’ll always try.

so misty nods. “yeah. yeah, i can move on” and maybe it’s a little bit of a lie, but misty’s gonna try her damn hardest to make sure it becomes the truth. she will move on, and if not for her sake, for natalie’s. she notices how nat’s features soften at misty’s promise, and the blonde can’t help but smile a little bit. “okay, misty.” natalie says and misty swears she sees a trace of a smile at nat’s face, too.

just then, misty gets a notification on her phone. she figures it’s probably one of the girls checking up on her (they may hate her, but even they have some humanity) or walter asking if he can do anything to help and even though she really doesn’t want to talk to anyone, she figures why not check.

what she didn’t figure was that it was going to be an unknown number, with a message that says ‘i know what you fucking did’ just like that, no caps, no punctuation, no nothing. just six words that sound eerily like a threat and a shit ton of implications. she hears footsteps, nat’s footsteps, walking up behind her to see what the message says. “do we know who sent this?” natalie asks, to which misty just shakes her head. “no. no we don’t.”

“alright, citizen detective.” natalie smirks, making eye contact with misty for the first time this whole night. “looks like you got your next mission.”

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[snicketstrange]

Behind the Periscope: The True Story of Captain Widdershins

Many people don't like Captain Widdershins, but he is actually humanity's greatest hero. Moreover, he possesses the best skill in hiding truths: he can tell half-truths and mix them with lies. I would say he is on the same level as Quigley, or even higher, in deceiving people.

He created an entire character to distract those around him. We see this in a comparison between his young version in ATWQ and his adult version in TGG. Let's analyze his adult version in TGG and see how he is an impressive agent of VFD.I find this book very interesting. I'm not following the reread, but I remember some important points in my theory. Firstly, Captain W. is certainly a big liar.

He is looking for the SB in the ocean because he received information that the SB had been thrown out of the HQ window. Certainly this information must have been received through the telegram equipment that is hypothetically broken. But it was working all the time. Surely after Klaus calculated where the SB was, Captain W sent the information to the mysterious woman or her supporters. He must have sent this information while the children were sleeping.

Thanks to that, the woman got to GG and grabbed SB. She must have arrived at the submarine with the SB in hand. And Captain W decided to abandon the submarine so urgently because the woman said something like: "I can't breathe." He must have taken the SB with him. That's why he needed to send the SB to Hotel D via the crows. The reason SB needed to go to Hotel D was because SB contained a lot of confidential information, much of that information was being cataloged in the real Hotel D.Another key thing is the backstory of the W family that mixes with the Anwistle family and Olaf's actions. It has been explained several times that the word "schism" refers to different events in the recent history of VFD.

We had the Great Schism, which the Man with a Beard and the Woman without a Beard participated in, about 40 years before the main events. As they said, it was at this event that the serpents took the willing side of the schism. Olaf, evidently still quite young, took the willing side of the schism as well, and was trained along with Lemony by VFD. Another important schism was the Anwistle Schism. It is this schism that the W family was unsure whether to participate or not.

Captain W's wife evidently sided with the schism that wanted to use the deadly MM fungus against the enemies that already existed (the incendiary side) while Captain W himself was unsure whether he would support his wife or not. That's certainly what led to the end of their marriage, and the lame excuse about Fiona's mother's death. Fiona herself was still a baby. Around this time, Olaf and Fernald teamed up to put an end to the threat of the deadly MM fungus. This development of events made Fernald very confused about VFD's morals and Olaf's morals.

According to Fernald and Lemony's words about him disagreeing with some of Captain W's attitudes, and Olaf's words about the W family never deciding which side to support in the schism, and the fact that Olaf and Fiona were close when she was still a baby, leads me to believe that Captain W was actually the great hero of humanity. An unrecognized hero, but a hero nonetheless.

The deadly MM fungus needed to be destroyed. That is a fact that, at least I, recognize. But only people who supported Anwistle's schism could approach where the fungus was being cultivated. This is evident by the fact that Kit Snicket tried to convince Anwistle through a letter, instead of solving the problem herself.Captain W had to pretend to be a supporter of Anwistle's schism and infiltrate the sect. In order to help him complete this mission, Captain W managed to marry Fiona and Fernald's mother, one of Anwistle's main persons of interest due to her research work. Additionally, Kit Snicket achieved an engineering feat: building a submarine that required a very small crew to operate, as it did not use human propulsion.Thus, Captain W became a person of interest for Anwistle's plan since his submarine could be used in all the necessary logistics. But at some point, Captain W was responsible for bringing a person from VFD with a bad reputation and experience in causing fires to Anwistle's facilities: Olaf.

Unable to explain his true intentions to Fernald, Captain W posed as a supporter of Anwistle's ideas in Fernald's eyes. And for that reason, Fernald allied with Olaf and helped in the destruction of AA and the deadly MM fungus, without knowing that this was exactly what Captain W had in mind.It was a complicated situation. Anyway, Fernald could not conceive the idea that Captain W would remain a member of VFD even knowing that VFD was responsible for cultivating the deadly MM fungus, without making the proper separation between the wheat and the chaff of VFD. That's why he joins Olaf, who from his point of view was a dissident member of VFD and one of the responsible for saving humanity.

Another important detail is how Captain W manages to pretend that he is completely unaware of JS. At no point did he show any lack of knowledge about the fact that he was actually working with JS, and instead he simply changed the subject and stated that Jacques Snicket was dead. But evidently, Captain W was working with JS. After all, JS knew that the children were arriving in a submarine. This information must have come from the submarine itself and reached JS, and this could only be possible through W's communication with JS or a supporter of JS. This leads us to believe that JS, the recipient of the message in the refrigerator in TSS, was expected at the VFD HQ. He would receive the SB. And he must indeed have received it. After all, the person who really took on the role of Jacques Snicket must have been his brother Lemony Snicket, who is also disguised as a taxi driver, and received the SB just as he had wanted to from the beginning. (In TPP). In other words, Captain W saved humanity again: he prevented the SB from falling into the wrong hands.

[fandomsandfairytales]

Live reactions to Quigley Down Under

Basically a form of liveblogging. I wrote all this down while I was watching the movie.

Putting a "keep reading" cut here because ~spoilers~

The bullet points are split up by lines every now and then, usually based on scene. I'm leaving my phone typos in there for amusement purposes and adding in occasional brackets for clarification.

[Opening scene in the boat] Oooooo he's got manners

AND SASS!

[thought this but didn't write it down at the time] Very good introduction to his character, effectively shows us what his character is like with one interaction right off the bat

Very Max Way like, helping Cora

Also yuck to those guys

Lol to him insulting and then totally doing away with those guys [my autocorrected it to "bugs" and it's not wrong]

My name isn't Roy - gives off "don't call me Shirley" vibes a bit

This man is so sick and tired of everything in this country not even 10 minutes in

They got a body!

LOL at "we sent them back to England"

Trying to grasp the plot here

The look in his eyes is saying "What if I'm actually Roy?" at about 13 min

Severus Snape voice!! [Alan Rickman came onscreen and said "Matthew Quigley"]

Fancy specs there [about the gun]

Cora admitting she doesn’t know him!

Here we gooooooo

Got earplugs sir?

Oooooo he’s got SKILLS [shooting the bucket from far away]

Knew he would, of course, lol

That deserter guy's got VERY blue eyes

Dunno if Alan Ricjmsn [Rickman] is reminding me of someone else or just himself

Well that was a fast execution

Aha, I think it’s Ben Barnes as the Darkling, a bit [the person Alan Rickman was reminding me of, because of the facial expressions]

“yOu WeRe AcTuAllY IN dOdGe CiTy???”

This guy [Quigley] is such an American

Jack Pearson vibes hair & facial hair

Why are u so proud of your mint jelly sir

Aha more plot

OoooOOOOO

“Your American Indian” I’m going to skin u alive

What is that box for? Oh, cigars

This Marston guy is so rude

Ugh white supremacy

He’s making me bristle every other word

I’m wondering if Quigley is gonna become an outlaw

The tears in his eyes!!!!

LOL GET THROWN OUT

The outlaw part might be happening faster than I thought XD

GET WRECKED

Lolllll at the turnabout

Also the guys being afraid bc of the long shot rifle XD

YRAHHH PUT UR FEET UP ON THE TABLE

Lol they’re trying to ambush him

Of course it was the slave who got him bc nobody listens or expects them

Cora is so brave!

I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA THROW TJEM TOFETJER

enemies to lovers via being dumped in the desert, let’s go

Stunning landscape

Oh no, he doesn’t have his gun. Sad

Those rickety wagon wheels!

LOL the whisper

Oooooo he’s gonna knife em

Oh he put down the gun. Big mistake

Cool theme!!! The music!

YES HE CAN SHOOT FROM THERE

YOU CAN DI IT MISRER WYIGKEY

he’s giving beat up Walt Longmire

“On a new job it’s quite common for things not to go well at first” 😂 love how they both laugh

Also she’s lowkey giving Mallory from Studio C character vibes

The way she just leaves the hoop there on the ground

Also serious Thorne and Cress vibes

Had that the moment they said “dump them in the desert” They’re really dying ooof

You’re not just going to LEAVE HER THERE ARE U Of course not. Bc you’re a man with morals

Ouch that sunburn doesn’t look fun

This is also giving Walt Longmire dragging Henry through the desert

The moon!!!

They so want us to think it’s Quigley and Cora [the two people the British guys brought in]

Nope, lol

Aha!!! The guys he killed

Lol GET WRECKED

Aboriginal people!

That shot of the silhouettes against the sun is beautiful

Interesting

More Max Way chivalry vibes! “You okay?”

“The shady side of dead” is a cool phrase

Lolll to the kangaroo bit

Oh, grubs

Her accent is making me think of Ed in the movie where they take the babies [Raising Arizona]

“I don’t eat things that are still moving” then kill it first

Cool montage!

Cora backstory??!

The slow zoom in on her is so nice

Wait. Did she actually kill her baby? The poor woman

Dang

SGE WAS TRYINH TO SAVE HER AND THE BABY!!?!!!!!!!

“I know, cause I watched him leave” ughhhh (around 50 mins in)

This poor man just got trauma dumped on

Oh they’re gone!

Is he playing along with her?!

Oh NOOOOO

The way she’s running even if she can’t do anything. She cares so fiercely

Those guys deserve to die

GET RHEM GET THEMMMMM

Lolll yeah she’s not making this any easier for him

Yay he did good!!!!

This man is like Walt Longmire and Jack Pearson combined

“Are you trying to get your head blown off?” Lowkey Riser and Billie vibes to me

Oh 😭

“I could’ve used some help up there” wdym? she didn’t have a weapon

Awww the hand over her hands

Her smile looks like the aww yeah lady

Literally burst out laughing at “I’m cold.” I see EXACTLY what you’re trying to do there sweetheart

LOL to the flirtation

Oh she’s taking her corset off

He’s sweet

LOL

“Matthew”

“I’m not sharing my bed til I know who’s in it” completely and legitimately fair and you should be that way

This is a man hard pressed to deal with her

So very American Cowboy looking at 57 min

Interestinggggg about her not remembering the night before

I feel like O’Flynn’s going to become more important or something

“Not again!!!” Spider-Man school teacher vibes

And something else too I think ^

“Matthew Quigley is really starting to annoy me.” GOOD

The whole “are we lost” exchange was interesting and amusing, you can see him starting to get it

NOOOO

IM GOING TO KILL THEM TOO Idc that it’s a movie

GOOD THOSE MEN SHOULD FALL

I love Cora so much. Her compassion is beautiful

He feels it too even though he doesn’t say anything

I hope she gets to kill someone too

Lol his sass

“Or I’ll let you live” what a threat

“It’s only 20 miles past the bingabong!”

“You only got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it” WOW

Don’t worry Cora I’m sure he’s fine

My heart is going to break

This baby

Him on top of those rocks is a cool sight

This is really turning into that movie with Ed and Hi, isn’t it, lol

I like the lighting in that cave

Hmmmmm Idk if it’s a good idea to leave her alone

I’m scared she’s gonna get kidnapped

“You’re the only man on this continent that would ask me what I think” oh man

Awww “little bit”

The deadpan stare at her asking to find her some other clothes

Very American Cowboy of him galloping off. This is the first time he’s actually been alone since getting here

YEAHHHH RIDE HARD

TJE EPIC MUSIC

Yah! Yah! Get your woman and the baby sustenance!!!

Missed where the long coat came from

Definitely a Longmire shot of him on his horse

Cowboy town here

Doc Brown lookin guy

“She ain’t my woman” yeah yeah they all say that

I’ve been called a lot of things ma’am but never that - Riser way vibes

NO NOT THE KID

Oh NOOOO

Not dingoes

Look at those tails those are good dog actors

NO DONT SMOTHER HIM

KILL THE DINGOES

You have the chance to change history

GOOD LADY

GET THE DOGGIES

Dang I didn’t know dingoes were cannibals

Lollll yes take the gold

Mhmmmm u gotta get back

GUN FIGHT GUJ GOHNY [I don't even know what I was trying to type there)

EPIC MUSIC

He has a habit of throwing ppl through windows doesn’t he, including himself?

FIREEE

Hopefully nobody’s in there

Put your bandada over your mouth!!! Good

Seriously more Jack Pearson vibes with a house on fire

LOLLLL to him jumping syreakght thru the roof

You’re just giving him holes to shoot throuh

Oh nvm he’s out

NOOOOO NOT THE MOM

Whoa okayyyy we are knocking the horse over

YEAHHHH “go tell Marston I’m coming after him” definitely reminds me of something but can’t remember what. Maybe Once Upon a Time “tell the evil Queen we’re coming" or something

“Oh, shut up”

None of these guys want to go, do they? Lol

I hope that black guy does something

Bandana over mouth like Riser on his bike

I knew she was still alive

Awww. She’s back in her old mind. “I killed the Comanches”

And the way he understands and goes “didn’t get any sage hens, but I got the next best thing”

Oh, he GOT HER A DRESS

I like how we see them coming over the same hill he came over

Now giving Court Jesysr [Court Jester which is another movie] vibes with him with the baby

Oh her earrings are pretty too

Uhhh should I be scared that she won’t give the baby back? Oh nvm

Love the fade to white transition

He looks like a general sitting there

Ohhhh is it only one bed type scenario??? I see I see

Oh he’s going off without her!

LOLLL she’s awake

The scene with them!!! Emotions!

That theme again

OH. The way he looks back at her. Tears in my eyes

Nice transition into the house

This fluffy haired guy reminds me of someone

The zoom in!

Oh fluffy haired guy is a Scotsman!! Or something, judging by his glengarry. Not his accent tho

Now I’m wondering. Do horses usually run into their home barn/area and rear when they’ve lost a rider who’s dead?

Lol, they’re all going to be tired, but I bet Quigley got sleep

Alan Rickman is giving me Nic Cage as Hi vibes [once again, character from Raising Arizona]

Is that O’Flynn riding?

Horse chase!!!

Oh goodness. Those poor horses.

“On ya feet ya lazy mongrels!” [Adrian Von Ziegler reference]

“Move you gutless bloody wonder” lollll

Got all the grass on him naturally, you wouldn’t see that nowadays, it’d be all brushed off by hair and makeup

Oh NO

noooooooo

Oh gosh he’s being dragged through the desert?!

Not fun not fun

Knew O’Flynn would come up again

I want that slave guy to kill Marston so bad

“What? Nothing clever to say?” Severus Snape vibes

The way if he stood up straight he’d be taller than the other two—

Oh fluffy haired guy IS wearing a kilt isn’t he?! Wait nvm he’s not, thought so bc of his coat

Okay his name is Dobkin, that’s who he is

“Some men are born in the wrong century. I think I was born on the wrong continent.”

What are you WAITING for???

This ain’t Dodge City - that again?

HAAAAAAAAA

I had honestly really wanted the slave to kill him so that he would be the one actually driving the action here lol

Marston dying in the sand is giving Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things dying

“Never said I didn’t know how to use it” mwahaha

The slave guy is back tho!

Yeah he got his gun!

Wait was HE the one who fired at the other two?

Yes!!! The aboriginal ladies!!! And the man! BE FREEEEEEEE

Oh that makes me so happy

Love the dunking the face in the barrel

Lollll here come the British

Oh he is NOT in the mood is he

Snorted at the guy interrupting the other one reading off that long paper

“In short, this paperwork says we can hang you.”

Oh?? Hmm????

YESSSSSSSS Im not surprised!!!

The aborigine people!!

….he’s giving the ”you were saying?” look

Yay! The aborigine man who was a slave seems to have been the one to bring them back!

And now he’s all alone here on this big ol ranch

Ohh goodness

Oh SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY

SHE’S SO PRETTY IN RED

Ohhhhhh he’s gonna say “Roy” isn’t he

I yelled YEAHHHH

Cobb? I didn’t realize that was her last name

Two, of course, he’s staring into her eyes [not sure what I meant by "two"—I think that was an autocorrect of something else]

She was so right about her being pretty in red

Ooooioooo she called him by his name!

She mussed up his hair!!!

Love the traditional still on the kiss and fade to black, very nice

Catch me clapping like it's a movie theater, lol

Thank! You! SO MUCH for telling us no animals were harmed or killed in the making of this movie. That matters to me

Those are some cool names for the aboriginal group

I’ve come to be fond of the theme track :)

A very good movie and a good way to spend Saturday evening.

1990, okay! Would've thought it was a bit older.

And no ads the entire time, huh. [I figured out after this that it's because I was watching it on the TV at my friend's place, who I'm housesitting for currently, and she told me she has YouTube without ads. I'm SO glad I chose to watch the movie while I'm here XD]

@thegreenleavesofspring bc I know you want to see this :)

[coypurat]

he looks like if you turned the word sausage roll into a dog

[unsoundedcomic]

Heya! In chapter 11 Bastion persuades Rahm to try and waylay the Quigleys, saying Mathis is a wildcard in Lady I's plan. Then in chapter 17 Prakhuta implies that Lady I planned for Duane to learn that Mikhaila is alive, to manipulate him. How do these facts fit together? Sette and Duane only went to Litriya shrine because Quigley wanted to go there for Uaid

Bastion also told Rahm he would find some alternative transportation for Duane. He wanted him chasing the silver down the Jarla, but not in the Quigleys' company.

Duane goes to Litriya. He always goes to Litriya. He always tells the Salt Lizard story and is always disturbed by his memories. Litriya is always attacked, the inak always die, and the Alds are always ultimately repelled. These events are too big and ripply to change. But there's a crucial moment on 16-26 where Duane walks past a window while Lemuel and Mikaila fly unseen in the opposite direction, and he passes the door behind which all the Litriya twins are hiding. Originally, Duane stayed with the kids in that room, reminded of Jon's death and determined to play shield. None of them left that room and no one died.

What Ilganyag did was push his buttons in the night, coaxing back old Duane Adelier (the man he'd always been) who'd never cower behind a closed door protecting Crescians. Instead Duane was out creeping around, fired up in his Ssael outfit, helping no one but his own pissmops. He winds up on the roof helping shuffle his dudes down into the construct facility, and there he runs into Lemuel.

Lady I was right to be wary of Quigley in all this. There was that scene of Quigs trying to get Duane to calm the eff down after his pageant freak-out, and Matty and Jivi were such bright spots in general while Duane was glooming around in chapter 15. But as we saw, none of it was enough to combat his risen Cause, and Lady I got him where she needed him.

[severussnape0109]

Alan Rickman Movie Checklist

- [x] Die Hard 1988

- [x] The January Man 1989

- [ ] Quigley Down Under 1990

- [x] Truly Madly Deeply 1990

- [ ] Closet Land 1991

- [ ] Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves 1991

- [ ] Close my Eyes 1991

- [ ] Bob Roberts 1994

- [ ] Mesmer 1994

- [x] An Awfully Big Adventure 1995

- [ ] Sense and Sensibility 1995

- [ ] Michael Collins 1996

- [ ] The Winter Guest 1997

- [ ] Judas Kiss 1998

- [ ] Dark Harbor 1998

- [x] Dogma 1999

- [ ] Galaxy Quest 1999

- [ ] Help! I’m a Fish 2000

- [ ] Blow Dry 2001

- [ ] Play 2001

- [x] Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone 2001

- [ ] The Search for John Gissing 2001

- [x] Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets 2002

- [x] Love Actually 2003

- [x] Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban 2004

- [x] Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 2005

- [x] The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy 2005

- [x ] Snow Cake 2006

- [ ] Perfume: The Story of Murderer 2006

- [ ] Noblel Son 2007

- [x] Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 2007

- [x] Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street 2007

- [ ] Bottle Shock 2008

- [x] Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince 2009

- [x] Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 2010

- [ ] The Wildest Dream 2010

- [ ] The Song of Lunch 2010

- [x] Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 2011

- [ ] The boy in the bubble 2011

- [x] Gambit 2012

- [ ] The Butler 2013

- [ ] A Promise 2013

- [x] Dust 2013

- [x] CBGB 2013

- [x] Dust (Short Film) 2014

- [ ] A Little Chaos 2014 (Directed and Starred)

- [ ] Eye in the Sky 2015

- [x] Alice Through the Looking Glass 2016

[beatricebidelaire]

(highlights mine)

sunny baudelaire using fire as signal in the slippery slope

But of course this signal was neither a volunteer nor a trap. It was a baby, with unusually large teeth and a way of talking that some people found confusing. When Sunny Baudelaire had said “lox,” for example, the members of Count Olaf’s troupe had assumed she was simply babbling, rather than explaining how she was going to cook the salmon that the hook-handed man had caught. “Lox” is a word which refers to smoked salmon, and it is a delicious way to enjoy freshly caught fish, particularly if one has the appropriate accoutrements, a phrase which here means “bagels, cream cheese, sliced cucumber, black pepper, and capers, which can be eaten along with the lox for an enjoyable meal.” Lox also has an additional benefit of producing quite a bit of smoke as it is prepared, and this is the reason Sunny chose this method of preparing salmon, as opposed to gravlax, which is salmon marinated for several days in a mixture of spices, or sashimi, which is salmon cut into pleasing shapes and simply served raw. Remembering what Count Olaf had said about being able to see everything and everyone from the peak where he had brought her, the youngest Baudelaire realized that the phrase “where there’s smoke there’s fire” might be able to help her. As Violet and Klaus heard Quigley’s extraordinary tale at the bottom of the frozen waterfall, Sunny hurried to prepare lox and send a signal to her siblings, who she hoped were nearby. First, she nudged the Verdant Flammable Device—which she, like everyone at the peak, believed was a cigarette—into a small patch of weeds, in order to increase the smoke. Then she dragged over the covered casserole dish that she had been using as a makeshift bed, and placed the salmon inside it. In no time at all, the fish caught by the hook-handed man were absorbing the heat and smoke from the simmering green tube, and a large plume of green smoke was floating up into the sky above Mount Fraught. Sunny gazed up at the signal she made and couldn’t help smiling. The last time she had been separated from her siblings, she had simply waited in the birdcage for them to come and rescue her, but she had grown since then, and was able to take an active part in defeating Count Olaf and his troupe, while still having time to prepare a seafood dish.

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sunny baudelaire using fire as signal in the penultimate peril

“Good idea,” Violet agreed and gazed out to the gray, troubled waters of the sea. “Maybe our friends will find us. Hector should be flying this way, with Kit Snicket and the Quagmires.” “And Fiona,” Klaus added. “No,” Sunny said. “What do you mean?” Violet asked, stepping carefully from the edge of the pool onto the side of the boat, where she began to climb a rope ladder up to the figurehead. “They said they would arrive by Thursday,” Klaus said, helping Sunny climb aboard and then stepping onto the boat himself. The deck was about the size of a large mattress, big enough to hold the Baudelaires and perhaps one or two more passengers. “It’s Wednesday afternoon.” “The fire,” Sunny said, and pointed at the smoke as it rose toward the sky. The two older Baudelaires gasped. They had almost forgotten that Kit had told them she would be watching the skies, looking for a signal that would cancel Thursday’s gathering. “That’s why you thought of lighting the fire,” Violet said, hurriedly tying the sheets around the figurehead. “It’s a signal.” “V.F.D. will see it,” Klaus said, “and know that all their hopes have gone up in smoke.” Sunny nodded. “The last safe place,” she said, “is safe no more.”

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in the slippery slope sunny thought about the phrase where there's smoke, there's fire, and decided to light a fire with cigarettes (actually verdant flammable devices but she didn't know that) to create a signal for her siblings. in the penultimate peril, kit told the baudelaires that she and the others would be watching the sky for signal, and sunny is the one who thought of burning down the hotel to create the signal for kit

[bandydear]

What kinda antlers/horns do you think any of the girls would have? ( moose vs deer vs caribou etc etc )

I haven't been ignoring this, I've just been like "do I do a full 18 page essay or do I go by vibes?" and we are getting vibes

OG Antler Queen Lottie The horned animal in her vision looks like an elk to me? Elks have big spiky antlers that will wreck your shit (seriously they attack cars), but look at this sweet faced nature baby

Antler Queen... 2!!!! Nat Moose generally just wanna be left alone. White moose are considered to be sacred and rare, and killing them is considered extremely shitty at best and will curse you for life at worst. Kind of like trying to hunt and eat the person who has been feeding you for 9 months. Moose have shovel-hand antlers and I don't know what that means about Nat, but this guy looks tired and bloody just like her.

Fuck it, Taissa Turner Taissa is a tree and no animal has antlers so tree looking as Reindeer. Look at them! Now look at me. We are following the man with no eyes Santa Claus. This deer wants your vote for senate

New Jersey accent: Van Palmer Red deer. See 'cause she's red haired and it's a deer and uhh anyway. No, no, I don't need to draw a card, Miss Palmer. Please, tell me more about The Watermelon Woman.

The entity formerly known as JackieShauna Did you know that the most dangerous animal in America is the common White Tailed Deer? Do you know what it feels like to pull flesh off a human corpse? Do you know where your children are?

I am legally obligated by the Christina Girlies with Sniper Rifles on my location to include: Misty Quigley Woah, guys... I don't think that's a deer. (Misty never believed in any of this shit and prefers cat pictures to weird wilderness rituals.)