#bonnie is plotting and playing chess in this story

[melmedardasworld]

Bonnie's funeral was months ago, so how come Klaus finds her in New Orleans?

Klaus suddenly stopped mid-stride of the masses. He tilted his head as if listening to something, but his preternatural senses zeroed in on the mystical energy nearby. The air was charged with it. Klaus couldn't put his finger on the familiarity of the mystic signature, but it was, without a doubt, magic. His thoughts drifted to Mystic Falls, but he locked the bleak recollection.

Klaus slithered between the crowd and dissolved from the people. He let his senses guide him toward the one who dared to ignore Marcel's rules. This witch was either desperate, a fool, or both. Klaus hadn't discovered his sire's secret weapon, but he would find out. New Orleans was his home in the past, yet Marcel acquired everything Klaus had yearned for centuries. Klaus clenched his jaw as an irrational fury simmered within before speeding off.

Klaus's skin rose in goosebumps when he rounded the corner of the side alley. The dense magic sucked in all the warmth and compacted it within this area alone as a steep cold. When the witch fell in sight, Klaus's arctic blue eyes dimmed like flinty beads. His body immediately locked out of instinct at the impossible symptom. Vampires didn't experience cold, let alone having that sensation manifest into goosebumps. Klaus watched the witch with narrowing eyes. Voluptuous inky-black coils pulled back and cascaded down a slender back. She was crouched in front of a salt pentagram on the floor with a hand hovering above.

The slow grin twisting near the corners of his mouth manifested a sinister overtone around Klaus. "You know that people around here have died for less?" Besides lowering her hand from the salt circle, the nameless witch didn't turn. "Yet here you are, breaking the one rule that has so many of your kind quaking with fear. It is quite bold of you to call upon your executioner." Klaus mused lazily, "I have a sibling with similar self-mutilating tendencies. As a good brother, I put him out of his misery with a dagger, and now he enjoys eternal sleep." Klaus tilted his head and asked, "shall I extend the mercy by offering you a quick death or let Marcel torture you instead?"

A soft sigh left her mouth, but she finally rose. Klaus kept a well enough distance that was perfect for offense and defense if needed. This witch expected- no, she wanted to be found, and an itching underneath Klaus's gums told him this act was deliberate. His fury spiked. The dark veins around his eyes rippled to life. "You dare lure me here, witch?! I already told your pathetic coven that I not will be commanded or manipulated!"

"It's not surprising that you think the world revolves around you." Klaus tensed, not by what she said but by who said it. Klaus followed her movements with eyes that slowly stretched as they drank in her presence. The intensity of her viridian eyes was the first thing that garnered his attention. Tension twisted at the base of Klaus's gut, and his breath quivered. Questions jostled through his mind, but all Klaus intended to ask was enunciated as a name he didn't think he'd ever utter again.

"Bonnie?"

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Six months ago

The path was brief but felt long and heavy. Klaus's feet led him through the family burial ground. Stone-faced, he stopped in front of the recent tombstone. Klaus did his best to ignore the weight cementing itself in his bones. The ceremony was small and with family and friends. Klaus wasn't invited, but he watched the funeral proceeding, with a dark face, from the shadows.

Klaus Mikaelson lived for 1000 years. For centuries he never cared for anything. Yet, here he was, like a sentimental fool showing respect to the dead. This death didn't need to but did because of blinding loyalty and a lack of preservation. Klaus clenched the bouquet when his eyes finally swept along the name carved into the stone by her estranged parents.

Bonnie Sheila Bennett.

A breeze kicked the fallen leaves around Klaus. He raised his head, and an unlikely shiver crept along his skin. There was nothing there, but Klaus felt the wisps of magic. However, it didn't ease the scraping against his chest. No melancholy or peace settled. Klaus became restless as he stared at Bonnie's name. "This accursed town should count itself lucky that it will be spared from my wrath. You needn't worry, little witch, as you did your part." Bonnie did more than that. The words left an acrid aftertaste in his mouth. "I will do mine and leave Mystic Falls. Be proud, Bonnie Bennett. You successfully chased me out of this horrible place and saved the ingrates who didn't deserve you or your power." His mouth twisted, and a scowl blossomed. Bonnie Bennett would no longer be a thorn in his side. Ironically, there was no joy in saying these words to a dead enemy. "You prevented the prophecy hell from being unleashed upon the earth, your father and Jeremy live once more, you cured your mother, and your friends are safe." When the wind and Bonnie's magic settled, Klaus bent through his knees and set the flowers down. He ran a hand over the stone with wonder. "You can be at peace, little witch."

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Klaus wasn't sure how long he stared, but his wide-eyed shock prompted an unimpressed frown from Bonnie. Despite the many questions ringing through his mind and the chaotic emotions rearing, Klaus's reaction was an explosion of raw impulse. In a split second, he sped forward to attack her. His sudden action caught Bonnie off-guard. The impact of the brick wall colliding with her back shuddered down her spine, and a firm grip squeezed down her windpipe. Through her glower, Klaus's distorted face drew closer and yelled, "you dare fool me with parlor tricks?!"

Bonnie's magic thrust outward to protect its mistress. The shockwave of pure mystic energy belted into the solid threat. Klaus propelled back like a puppet pulled back by its strings. He crashed into the concrete surface but swiftly picked himself up, ready to charge against this cheap illusion.

Bonnie stretched her arms, palms facing the ground, and flicked them down. Klaus howled when the force of her power brought him to his hands and feet by fracturing his bones. Bonnie coldly watched how he wrestled to break free. His double fangs were ready to tear through flesh like some frenzied beast. "The more you struggle, the easier it is for me to keep you down and break your bones."

"Then make sure to keep me subdued for your safety." Klaus sneered, his golden glower never breaking contact with her green irises. His face twitched heavily, but it wasn't just from the witch's dense power keeping him bound. She dared to bait him with her face and perceive it as his weakness?! "Is this your coven's grand plan? Luring me to the city to do your dirty work failed, so now you con me with the face of a dead enemy, proving again that all who stand against me turn into dust." Klaus ran his nails along the broken stone and swallowed the growl of pain when he pushed against gravity, pushing him down with each toil to rise.

Bonnie raised a brow before a snort left her mouth. "First of all, this is all me. I'm not part of the French Quarter Coven." Bonnie lowered her arms to her sides and started to walk. Bonnie's extraordinary power still subdued Klaus. "But having them lure you to New Orleans was my idea. I convinced them you'd be the perfect smokescreen in this war. I was right." Bonnie smiled and tilted her head. "Given your history with Marcel, knowing how power-hungry you are and your habit of taking things that aren't yours, you're the perfect distraction." The longer Klaus listened, the more the veins in his face rippled. The arteries near his temple stood out against his distorted features. The low rumble in his chest was feral and on the wrong side of sanity or reason.

Bonnie closed the distance, crouched through her knees, and crossed her arms over them. She rested her chin on her hand while staring at the fuming Klaus. "Just to be clear, I am the enemy that came out on top after going against you." Bonnie said the following words with such nonchalance that it took Klaus a moment to register them, "lastly, the funeral was fake, Klaus. I was very much alive and have been this whole time." The revelation stuttered Klaus's thoughts to an abrupt halt.

If you haven’t read Witch Bargain, please do. It’s related to the prose that I have in mind of Bonnie in New Orleans and getting involved in the war between the vampires and witches.

Happy Holidays!🎄

[mamasplat]

I know you've mainly been focused on other stuff like getting the Rotomblr blog set up, but is there anything interesting going on with the Kalos VS Amour shipping au?

Oh my god i totally left that in the dust didn’t i? I’m so sorry my mind has been elsewhere

Alright let’s retread the plot real quick!

Calem is shown as a faceless character during Summer of Discovery! Along with Trevor Tierno and Shauna, watching from the sidelines and just narrowly dodging Serena’s gaze as she can feel someone watching her. He’s the camera man and isn’t there of his own will.

He continues to make silent cameos as a background character with no role in the episodes, simply standing amongst other nameless set decorations.

He is first officially introduced in Party Dancecapades! Where it’s revealed he’s with Shauna for the event and he’s been traveling alongside her (acting as a mirror to Alain and Mairin) and that he and Serena were neighbors. He waits to get the chance to dance with Serena, Serena waits to dance with Ash, and the music cuts before either can get what they want

And then he goes on to become a main player in the story as team flare becomes a constant and the storyline ramps up

Before the climax Calem would be removed from the plot, needing to focus on protecting Shauna who has continued to antagonize team flare causing them to go after them. Before he splits from the main cast he has a one on one moment with Serena. Expressing that he’d really rather her follow him for her own safety, and that when she left without saying goodbye to start her journey he was incredibly worried. Before being able to finish his sentence with a “I don’t want to lose you again” he is cut off by Serena who expresses her determination to fight by Ash’s side and commit to something for once, as her mother once doubted her. Seeing the passion in her he relents, he only says goodbye to her before leaving.

He would then show up in the championships but seems to avoid much in terms of interaction with his neighbor (shattered ego.) but they share a few smiles to give some hope for their future.

Of course the main purpose of this beyond simply inserting Calem into the anime would be to establish a more complex shipping dynamic at hand

Calem likes -> Serena.

Serena likes -> Ash

Shauna shows interest in -> Calem

And Ash is oblivious all together with Bonnie being the main narrator to the hijinks that follow, recapping all she’s picked up on between the four chess pieces on the romance board.

Oh- Tiernos there too. He likes Serena but it’s played more so as a gag so no one takes it too seriously.

Five chess pieces.

[jacespunkdad]

so i’m rereading hunger games as i’ve mentioned before and here’s a compiled list of little details that i think should be included if they remake it into a series or something

honestly the movies were really great and naturally there’s stuff that needs to be cut for it to fit in a 2 hour window but...if there was more time...here’s what i want 

- first of all it needs to be rated higher (r or ma). the punch of these books have did not hit as hard in the movies because the violence had to be toned down. and to be fair i wouldn’t have been allowed to see them if they were rated r in 2012 HOWEVER. i think it’s necessary

- casting should actually fit the ages of the characters i know there’s laws for working with actors underage but having the leads be in their 20s literally defeated the whole point lmao

- also katniss and gale aren’t white and neither is haymitch i don’t think actually so can we fix that. love the original actors to death they did a great job but i think actors with olive skin and gray eyes will do just as good a job

- we need madge. she is an icon and deserves respect

- we need avoxes!! they technically were in the movies but they were mentioned once and then they were always just vibing in the background. we need to have the redheaded avox and there should be a flashback scene where you see katniss and gale witnessing her get caught in the woods (i forget her name atm)

- katniss’s mom’s battle with depression, let’s talk about it! barely mentioned in the movies

- also katniss’s dad! they literally showed a picture of him once in the first movie and never talked about him ever again which is not fair because he seemed like a very lovely man. i want to see clips of him singing and teaching young katniss how to hunt! justice for mr everdeen rip king

- katniss thinks about her and gale’s adventures in the woods (TM) during the games and i wanna see some of them on screen. mainly the one where they buy lady i love that one

- on the subject of parents more of peeta’s dad! idgaf about his abusive mom i know she’s technically more important to the immediate story but if she gets a scene he deserves one too. peeta definitely gets all his good genes from him

- cinna is clearly a gay icon and he needs to have a boyfriend. give him a bf

- portia has the EXACT SAME ENERGY. give her a gf. also can portia have lines please in the movies she was just. there

- more of katniss’s prep team!!! would honestly die for them. they should’ve had more than 3 scenes they provide perfect comedy relief

- katniss and peeta constantly having matching outfits during the prep for the first games another great comedic moment

- peeta’s prosthetic leg! representation matters

- also district 4 tributes should’ve been hanging out with cato and co. everyone forgets district 4 is a career district (and that finnick was a career) all the time and it makes me upset

- and prim was just? at school. while her sister is fighting to death. i want a scene where they flash to her sitting in a god damn cafeteria watching the games like WHAT 

- gale’s family!! 

- the movie did a good job showing the ptsd but they can do more showing peeta and haymitch’s struggles with it besides just katniss

- district 8 was always starting shit and i think that needs to be addressed HAHA

- bonnie and twill! i genuinely thought i made them up or that they were from a different series until i finally got to their part

- also we just need more district 12 stuff all the district 12 action in catching fire was cut out basically

- for instance the detail that the head peacekeeper would take advantage of starving girls by essentially whoring them out to him for money or food? let’s talk about that because holy shit

- there’s so many scenes of katniss and peeta doing domestic things together without even realizing it and it makes me so happy i love them. the cheese buns! peeta drawing pictures for katniss’s family book! taking walks around town! his art! 

- and i specifically want the scene where katniss comes home to the peacekeepers waiting for her and haymitch and peeta are just casually sitting in the den playing chess and effortlessly roasting her in their efforts to cover for her and also stealing her candy. love that scene so much 

- also right before that katniss legit jumped out of a 25 FOOT TREE???? HELLO???? idk how they’d film that honestly but i wanna see it 

- district 12 gets so ugly and bad after thread shows up and they didn’t really show it at all i wish they had it’s so horrific to read about

- darius!! he should’ve been in the movies. the scene where he shows up as an avox fucked me up SO BAD when i was a kid

- the whole plot line about the capitol using a green screen every time they report on district 13 was so interesting and such a twist and i remember going :O when i read the first time i wish it had been included

- haymitch’s games!!! genuinely one of my favorite backstories i’ve ever read in any series ever. they need to show it especially considering that he was against 47 competitors instead of the normal 23 like that’s nuts

- katniss, peeta, and haymitch “training” for the quarter quell. i want a montage

- just cinna’s line “portia and i spent a lot of hours looking at fires.” there’s so many moments of subtle humor in the books that got taken away and i think they help balance out the story so well

i’m about halfway through catching fire so i will update with more thoughts. thank u for coming to my ted talk

[spooks-and-tea]

Entangled (Spencer Reid x femReader) [Ch.7]

Summary: You don’t know how it happened. One moment you were watching Criminal Minds, and the next moment you were literally in the show. Can Spencer be the key to helping you find your way back home?

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of su*cide, bad explanations of quantum mechanics, bad words, sexual situations, the usual criminal minds-type content

A/N: Today I googled if “thirst trap” was a noun. Do me a favor and read this one with your favorite Spencer Reid gif in mind. I’m excited to see what you all think about this one. 

Word Count: 6,174

Chapter 1.  Chapter 2.  Chapter 3.  Chapter 4. Chapter 5.  Chapter 6.  Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9.  Chapter 10.  Chapter 11.

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{smut warning for this chapter} —————————————————— 3 weeks later.

You were frustrated.

Frustrated because living with Spencer Reid was, for lack of a better term, a thirst trap. The show never even touched on this side of him, and you were sure he knew what he was doing.

For 3 weeks you shared his bed and at this point you both had decided that the left side was yours. You'd never found sharing a bed with someone as awkward, it's only awkward when one person acts like it is. Spencer left you sexually frustrated, without fail, every night; that, was awkward.

It started in the mornings when he woke you up with butterfly light kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders. He never went beyond that and if you moaned, it went ignored. You both would take turns showering. You would go first so you could have more time to do your makeup and hair. Spencer went second, and boy-oh-boy, it was a mistake to let that become a habit because he came out of that steamy hot bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist every. single. morning.; hair dripping wet.

You'd catch sight of him as you did your makeup, causing you to do stupid things like smearing your lipstick, drawing your eyeliner wing crooked, and poking your eye with the mascara wand. Sometimes you were doing your hair and burned yourself with a straightener, or snapped a hairband against your hand.

Spencer knew what he was doing, you saw his smirk every time he retreated to his bedroom to dress. You both alternated on who made breakfast, when you did, it was a difficult task. Spencer couldn't keep his hands to himself, holding his arms around your middle as you fried an egg, or as you toasted bread. He would only leave you to make the coffee. Mornings were when Spencer Reid was bold.

During the day, you would drive the both of you to work. He wasn't so obvious there, but somehow he knew the subtle things he did there that got your attention.

When researching, or doing paperwork at your desk, you often had to ask him for help. You weren't technically qualified to even work here. He never seemed to mind, actually he liked to help you. He would lean over your shoulder with both hands around you on the desk and point things out while dipping his head low; nearly whispering words in your ear. He knew his voice got to you. He watched you shudder.

Sometimes you got so worked up you would have to ask him to go over things again. At the roundtable meetings, he would turn to the writing board, explaining whatever about a case, and put his hands in his pockets. This sounds like his normal behavior, but when he did the pocket thing it made his pants a lot tighter and you struggled to keep your eyesight up. You swore he flexed when he did it too. Whenever the discussion would go above your level of education and you zoned out, your eyesight would lower, Spencer would turn around and ask you a question. You'd stammer out some words. Everyone would turn to look at you and away from him, which is when he would smirk mischievously at you.

Days were when Spencer Reid made you feel like working at the BAU wouldn't be so difficult.

At night, he would often order take-out. You both would wind down, sometimes with a movie, sometimes he would put a record on and teach you how to play chess, sometimes you both would sit on his couch as he talked and talked about any topic that he thought you would find interesting. You adored these nights because this is when you really had a chance to learn about Spencer Reid the person, not the character.

Sometimes he would show you an odd item he owned and go into a tangent about its history, it's history related to other history, etc. You could tell he loved it when you told him you could listen to him go on about any subject and never grow tired of it.

Knowing you had trouble sleeping, when you both retired to bed Spencer would hold you, kiss you, and read to you. He had this talent for making any story immersive with just his voice.

Nights were when Spencer Reid made you fall, impossibly, more in love with him.

And the cycle repeated. Yet, he never seemed interested in taking things further than making out on his couch.

Today, you hoped to get him back for the 3 weeks of teasing that was eventually going to leave you with a permanent blush. Of course when you say 'get him back' you don't mean you'll make him do anything he isn't ready for, you were just going to give him a little show. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

It was date night, and while you had been on a few of the basic dinner and movie dates, Spencer promised this one was going to be special and different. You weren't exactly prepared for how "different" it was going to be, but you got the picture when he blindfolded you in the car.

You wore a dress that was form fitting, short, and had a sweetheart neckline that showed off your shoulders and chest. You were pulling all the stops tonight, dark stockings and high heels included. You topped it all off with your favorite perfume.

You knew Spencer was awed as soon as you walked out of his bedroom, which you had forbidden him to enter as you got ready. You also knew he had a thing for your neck and shoulders, so the sweetheart neckline was a showstopper. You just hoped you hadn't overdressed for this surprise date. Spencer was in an outfit that was pretty much just his work clothes. You didn't think he owned much else, so you thought nothing of it.

You got out of the car and he led you through a door. You were inside of a building now, you knew because the air warmed up and your heels echoed. The place was empty and, otherwise, dead silent. You heard Spencer press a button, followed by the familiar sounds of an elevator. "Where are you taking me?" You laughed. You loved surprises and Spencer had seemed pretty excited about this one.

"You'll know in 60 seconds." He answered, helping you get inside the elevator. As you stood, waiting, he wrapped his arm around you and started to tap on your shoulder. You knew this was his nervous fidgeting.

Did he not know you would be happy no matter where he took you? Except, maybe, a large body of water. You trusted that he would never let you near one again.

The elevator chimed and you heard the doors open. Spencer helped you through, walking you through another door. This is when he stopped you. He stood behind you and gently untied the blindfold, which was actually just a tie of his. Your eyes adjusted to the lights.

"What are we doing here?" You laughed, turning around.

Poor Spencer looked beyond nervous, nearly bouncing with energy. You just didn't understand why he took you to the BAU when you were there nearly every day. This wasn't the best typical date spot in town.

"I-um." He swallowed. "When you got here you told me, in your old life, you wanted to be an actress and you were going to audition for Criminal Minds. I know it was your favorite tv show and you missed out on all of that when you woke up here." He reached down into his desk and pulled out a booklet of green papers.

"You didn't get a chance to prove yourself as an actress, so I-I thought, since we have the real thing here, and you have me-" He gave you the booklet and you flipped it open, eyes going wide. "We could act out a scene together." Spencer eyed you, waiting for a reaction.

"Spencer this is- I don't have the words. You wrote a Criminal Minds script?"

Spencer nodded, pursing his lips.

"We don't have to do it, I just thought-"

"No! No Spence, it-it's perfect." You smiled and flipped through the pages. "Tell me the synopsis."

Spencer cleared his throat. "Agent Y/N and Agent Reid have to work after hours. I think that's all you need to know; it's simple, and not very long."

"I like simple."

"Good." Spencer smiled and kissed your cheek. You blushed at his confidence.

"Don't you have a script?"

"Eidetic memory." He tapped his temple.

"Ah. Right. Shall we begin?" You bit your lip, excited.

"Sure, do you want to count down and say 'action'?"

You nodded.

"3, 2, 1, action!"

Your eyes glanced back and forth to the script as you played out the scene.

Spencer sat at his desk, shuffling through papers.

"Dr. Reid." You strolled over and sat at the edge of his desk. He looked up.

"Explain to me again how our unsub was able to pull off all of this in one night." It wasn't in the script, but you crossed your legs making the skirt of your dress pull up until it was absurdly short. You silently prayed Hotch wasn't hiding out in his office working after hours. This would look like the beginning of a fanfiction porn plot.

Spencer twirled his pencil, flicking his eyes down when he thought you were looking at the script.

"Actually I don't think our unsub was acting alone. Remember the box of ticket stubs located at the first hideout? Those were momentos; kept in pairs. I believe we're dealing with 2 unsubs, a couple."

"Star-crossed lovers- a new age Bonnie and Clyde." You pretended to think it over.

Spencer nodded and stood up, walking up to a board he must have set up before leaving work.

"Based on the geographical locations of the crime scenes and hide outs, we can see that they're making their way west."

"Will they cross state lines?" You walked up next to him.

"There's a high probability they will, yes."

"Can we confidently say that one is the aggressor and one is just tagging along?"

"Yes, in cases with couples like these, typically the male is the aggressor. For example, Bonnie and Clyde. Clyde had a history of committing crimes long before he met Bonnie. She only became a criminal after they became a couple."

"But why would the unsub's partner go along with these killings willingly?"

Spencer turned to look at you.

"Love. History says Bonnie fell in love with Clyde and that's why she stuck by him as his partner; though he was a terrible criminal. He made multiple failed attempts at robbing banks. Clyde actually wrecked their car at one point, nearly killing her with these 3rd degree burns that nearly lost her a leg. She was also struck by bullets multiple times, but still she stayed by his side. We know he loved her too because a smart, or ruthless, criminal would have left her behind after the leg injury. Clyde carried her around; sometimes she limped. She couldn't properly walk for the rest of her short life."

"Devotion, idolization, justification. These unsubs are recreating the Bonnie and Clyde crimes. I can't agree that it's love that drives them, though."

"Why is that?"

"When you love someone, you want what's best for them. You'd never put them in harms way. If Clyde really loved Bonnie, he would have never taken her along with their gang in the first place."

Spencer slowly nodded, eyes scanning the map.

"I suppose a better word for their relationship would be 'obsession.'"

"If you were in the male unsub's position, what would you do, Dr. Reid?"

"I'd protect her." He looks at you again. "I'd turn myself in, admit that everything was my wrongdoing."

"Hmm," you hummed.

"Have you ever been in love, Agent Y/N? You seem to know a lot on the subject."

"Yes, in fact. I have."

"May I ask with whom?" He smiled, slyly. Some script, he was baiting you.

"Yes. If you promise me we can take a break from this. We've been working all night. You promised me dinner, Dr. Reid." You poked his chest.

"I didn't think all this talk of murder would work up much of an appetite." He laughed.

"We've worked here long enough, catching murderers is normal. " You smoothed your hand up his chest, this action was definitely not in the script. Spencer's eyes narrowed.

"We could raid the snacks in the break room, then get right back to work." He recited.

"We could," your words and actions no longer followed the script. "-Or we can stay here."

"Why would we stay here?" That wasn't his line. He was playing along; he was intrigued.

You held up your phone and scrolled through your music until you found something old and romantic. You pressed play and set it on your desk.

"Dance with me Doctor." You held out your hand to Spencer. It was your turn to do the cheesy romantic gesture.

He blushed, taking your hand. He was trying to figure out if you were going to return to the script or not.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist. You made sure to press your chest closely to his. He was much taller than you and you devilishly knew, as he looked down, he would get an eyeful.

You danced through the first song. "Dr. Reid I have to admit something." You said breathily as you both swayed.

"Yes?" He swallowed, thickly.

"I've liked you for a very long time now."

"Have you?"

"Mmhmm. Do you not feel me watching you as you work across from me? Do you not hear my intake of breath every time you lean over my shoulder and whisper case information in my ear? Do you not see the way I bite my pens when I feel your eyes on me? I've wanted you for a long time now, Dr. Reid."

"Really?" His eyes trailed lower for a moment. You played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"Yes, in fact, I'm sure that I'm in love with you."

"I-I love you too Y/N." He finally broke character.

"You do? How much? Will you show me?" You kept up the sultry act.

He nodded and drew his hand up to your cheek. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip before slowly leaning in.

Just before his lips were going to meet yours he paused, your noses barely touching. "I would, but I do owe you dinner."

You held your breath, more prepared for dessert than dinner.

He pulled away, but not before nonchalantly brushing his hand that was placed on your waist, over your ass. You bit your lip, not wanting to give away the goosebumps it gave you. He had never been so obvious.

"Dinner then, Dr. Reid?"

"Right this way, madame."

You took his hand, giggling at his courteous behavior. You expected him to lead you out, but instead he led you to the roundtable room. What else did this man have planned? And how the hell did he convince Hotch to approve of this?

"It's nothing fancy, but-" He opened the door to reveal the room dimly lit by candles. A tablecloth covered the table and two seats were placed next to each other in front of it. A bottle of wine, some glasses, and two plates sat in front of the chairs. A main dish sat in the middle, covered by a cloche.

"Spencer, how did you set this up?" You broke your sultry character.

He pulled out your chair for you before sitting in his own.

"Garcia was staying late, she practically volunteered. She left just before we arrived," he explained.

"I'm having a romantic dinner date in the roundtable room. What even is my life?" You mumbled to yourself.

Spencer laughed, uncovering the food plate. He served a spicy grilled salmon and side-salad that had Garcia's jalapeño-infused cooking written all over it. You reminded yourself to thank her at work.

As Spencer served the food, you poured the wine.

You took the first bite, moaning at the flavor. It went well with the expensive wine.

You giggled at how red Spencer's face became as he ate the spicy food.

"Thank you for this, Spence. This is honestly the best date I've ever been on." You sipped your wine.

"You've said that after all of our dates." He grinned.

"That's because you always outdo yourself, and we've only been on 4. How can you possibly top this?"

"I'll think of something."

"No, next time is my turn. I'm romancing you." You pointed.

"We'll see about that."

You both finished your food and cleaned up. Placing most of it into the break room.

You felt warm and cuddly from the wine, you hugged Spencer close to you as you made your way out of the building.

"Did you mean it?" Spencer asked as he drove you both home to his place.

"Mean what?"

"You pine for me at work." He smirked.

"I did not say that!" You blushed, furiously. "I do NOT pine for you."

"Then what would you call it?" You thought for a moment, slyly smiling to yourself as you thought of an answer.

You placed your hand on Spencer's thigh. "I crave you, I ache for you, I touch myself at the thought of you." You spoke breathily, doing your best impression of a sexy Marilyn Monroe.

Spencer nearly slammed his foot on the breaks, looking at you wide-eyed. You'd never been this bold before.

"These last 3 weeks of living with you, I've gone to sleep next to you every night thinking of what your hands, wrapped around me, would feel like if they just trailed a little bit lower." This wasn't a lie. To emphasize, you trailed your hand on him, lower, to his thigh. He gasped and gripped the wheel.

"I-I've wanted you too, Y/N," Spencer stammered; his knuckles going pale. Luckily, you had already arrived at his apartment in one piece.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" You asked, getting out of the car before he could answer. You moved your hips as you walked, smiling to yourself. You'd never felt this confident, sexy, and wanted before.

Spencer caught up with you when you reached his door, struggling to unlock it. You walked in first, stopping in front of his bedroom door and turning around.

"The first night I slept here you told me you wanted to take care of me." You said as you dropped your purse on a nearby table. You turned around to see Spencer was carefully watching your every movement; hanging on to your every word.

"Do you still want to take care of me, Spencer?" You asked. This was an invitation, he could turn you down if he wanted to.

You watched him kick off his shoes at the door and remove his jacket. He walked towards you and threw it behind you, onto the couch.

"Yes, I do." He placed his hands on your hips, lightly tracing.

Your hands roamed up his chest and over his shoulders.

"Then I'm all yours." You whispered. You were honestly curious to see if he would take initiative.

Spencer leaned in, kissing you softly. He pulled back and you felt his heavy breathes on your tingling lips.

He slowly inched his hand up your back as he chased your lips again, still keeping the pressure soft.

He trailed his tongue along your lips and you granted him access, meeting in the middle, not escalating the slow pace at all. Meanwhile, he pulled the zipper of your dress down. His slow movements made your head spin in anticipation. You couldn't hold back your soft sigh when he trailed his hand flat up your bare back.

He smoothed his hands over your shoulders, making your sleeves fall down your arms. Your dress piled to the floor.

He grew more aggressive with his kissing as he ran his hands over your body. He groaned as he lightly squeezed your ass and you yearned to hear him do it again.

You undid his tie, tossing it over your shoulder, followed by his vest. He trailed his kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. You gasped, your eyes rolling back for a moment. The stubble on his chin and the warmth of his breath left red hot marks of desire on your skin. You somehow managed to unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor.

You pulled him closer, wanting to feel his skin against yours. This was a far cry from the night he held you, half-nude, to save your life. Though, you felt like if he didn't touch your neglected core soon, you would die.

You lowered your arms feeling the skin of his chest. No, Spencer Reid did not have abs, but he didn't need them, he was sexy in his own way.

"Bedroom." He mumbled between wet kisses that were definitely going to leave behind marks.

You stepped out of your heels and he moved his hands behind your thighs. He coaxed you to jump and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He returned his attention to your lips, kissing you deeper. He stumbled to his room. You fought the urge to laugh at his clumsy movements. The movements of his tongue against yours made you almost instantly forget.

He tossed you onto the bed and you bounced. You giggled and bit your lip; watching him stand at the edge. He trailed his eyes over your body, licking his lips as he took off his belt and work pants.

Your heartbeat raced and your core pulsed as you anticipated his next move.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. I-I want to remember you like this." He knelt in front of your legs on the bed, taking in the image of you sprawled out and heavily breathing, wanting only for him.

"I want to remember you too." You replied, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His neck and torso were a blushing rosy red, sweat was already forming. His chest rose and fell as he caught his own breath. His hair was already ruined, but you wanted to see just how ruined it could look.

"I truly think you're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, Spencer," you sounded breathless.

His blushed skin deepened red.

Obviously, he was used to being the 'pretty boy' of the crew, but no one had called him gorgeous and looked at him like he was the statue of David come to life.

Spencer crawled up your body, you opened your legs so he could come closer.

A gasp, followed by a loud moan, escaped your lips as he leveraged more of his weight on top of you. You could feel him, hardening against your core, through the fabric that still separated you. He placed open-mouthed kisses up your neck until he reached your lips.

You honestly did not expect him to take so much initiative.

He coaxed opened your mouth and trialed the tip of his tongue under yours, oddly making you shudder. Where did he learn a sneaky move like that?

You couldn't help yourself, you pulled his hair a little; not enough to hurt. He moaned, his hips moving forward of their own accord. Your back arched and your head fell back at the contact it gave your swollen clit.

"Spencer," you grunted through your teeth, eyes squeezing shut. He must have liked your reaction, because he shifted his hips forward again. He was going to drive you insane.

"Yes?" He bit his lip.

"Please, I need you." You wanted to cry. You needed him to hold you closer. You needed him to pin you down. You needed him inside you. You needed to feel him everywhere. You needed him to love you. You needed him to stay and never leave you. You needed him in every way. His eyes glazed over your face, you felt like he could read your every thought.

"I know, I need you too. Just wait a little longer. I want to make this last." He whispered.

He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, gently bringing the straps over your shoulders. He broke eye contact and brought his right hand up; tracing over your nipple. Both of you breathed a little heavier as it peaked at his ministrations. He leaned his head down and- He's going to be the end of me. I'm actually going to implode.

His lips wrapped around your nipple. He twirled his tongue around and lightly grazed his teeth over the sensitive bud.

His other hand moved to knead and softly pinch your left breast. You felt him, warm and throbbing against your core, he was enjoying this as much as you were. He turned his attentions back and forth between each breast.

"Fuck, Spence-Spencer I- you- that feels so good." Your sentences grew incoherent. You tugged and raked your hand through his hair, your other hand grasping the bedsheets just to remind yourself that you weren't floating on a cloud or something.

The coffee and woodsy-vanilla that surrounded you made you forget your own name. Your whole body was warm and covered by Spencer's; it made you feel safe. Nothing could ever hurt you here. You wanted more. You couldn't stand any more of this torture. After 3 weeks of teasing, and many years alone, you were beyond horny, almost primally so.

He continued pinching, licking, nipping and sucking at your nipples. An excruciatingly good combination. You trailed your fingertips down his abdomen, his stomach flexing as you trailed lower. You skipped the teasing and slipped your hand under his waistband. Your fingertips stroking his softest skin.

"Mmm. I thought I said to wait," he grunted, his voice deepening as his hips bucked against your touch. He took your wandering hand and held it against your other one; holding them down over your head.

Is Spencer dominant in the bedroom? No, he couldn't be-

"Fuck. I-I can't- I can't wait. Please, Spencer." You gasped, hooking your legs around him for more contact where you needed it most. He smiled wide as if you had just complimented him.

Spencer reached his other hand down and held your hips to the bed. He kept eye contact. His eyes were dark and full of lust; something you'd never seen on him before, but he wore the look well.

He moved his hand on your hip away and your arms jerked against his hold as you felt it return, lower. His finger traced down your slit through your panties. You were soaking for him and you knew he could feel it.

He hooked his fingers over your panties and slid them off, leaving you exposed to the cold air. You hissed at the sensation.

God, will the teasing ever end?

"You should see yourself, so ready, begging for me." Spencer smirked. He was using his secret weapon, which he already knew drove you crazy. His voice.

"I wonder just how desperate I can make you become." He lowered his head to circle his tongue over your left nipple. His fingers circled and slid along your slit.

"Can I make you cum without touching you?" He stopped touching you, leaving your body buzzing with anticipation.

"Can I make you cum with just my voice?" He whispered in your ear. Your back arched, yup he could definitely pull that off.

"Answer me," he ordered, keeping his tone soft, but domineering.

"Yes!" You cried out, lost in all the senses he was assaulting. You'd never wanted someone so much in your life.

He looked in your eyes, you were almost afraid of what that genius brain of his was thinking.

"Spencer!" You screamed as he began to rub quick circles over your throbbing clit. It was too much, too fast.

"I'm going to have you tonight, don't worry, but I want to see you cum first," he whispered; moving one hand to move your hair behind your ear.

"Cum for me."

You were so close already, he didn't have to ask twice. Your body convulsed and your back arched as you cried out his name. He watched you, mouth open and breathing softly against your face. You felt hot tears well up as he didn't stop his circling motions. Wave after wave of pleasure worked up your spine. You would've been blinded by it if you didn't keep your eyes on his.

You were lost in him, everything was Spencer Reid.

Your body finally relaxed and he stopped. He moved his hand lower and dipped a single digit into you. The evidence of what he had made you do was clear.

He arched his finger, easily adding another. Your body, still sensitive, began to respond to him again. He crooked his fingers in and out, seeking out the spot he knew would make you scream his name again.

Your legs began to shake.

"Spencer. I-I'm close again. I need you please- just- please. I need to feel you inside me. I need you closer." A tear fell down your cheek. This time he listened. He removed the last piece of fabric separating you two. He held your ankle, moving your legs.

"Should I-" He began.

"I-I have an IUD and I'm clean. If you're good, then we're good," you stuttered. You weren't sure if you were even forming full sentences, but you were confident his Phd's would help him figure it out.

Spencer understood and nodded, bracing himself above you.

He suddenly stopped and leaned down to kiss you.

"I know I say it a lot, but I love you, Y/N," he spoke.

"I love you so so much, Spence."

He lined himself up and slowly pressed into you. The dull pain was practically non-existent from the amount of teasing he had just put you through.

Your legs shook as he bottomed out. Spencer groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. His hair hiding your view of the outside world.

You could feel the effect you were having on his body; his arms shook on either side of you.

He gave you time to adjust and time for himself to catch his breath. Then he lifted his head and delicately kissed you.

"Fuck. You feel so good Y/N," he whispered. It was truly a rarity to hear Spencer Reid cuss, and you can't say it didn't get you going.

He slowly lifted his hips then brought them against you; filling you again. Connecting with you as close as he physically could.

He lazily thrusted as your body grew more and more welcoming to him. He filled you up so well. You tightened around him briefly to feel more.

A growl formed at the back of his throat. "If you keep doing that I'm not going to last long." He reached down to squeeze your thigh and lift your leg higher.

Your eyes rolled back as he managed to thrust deeper into you.

He picked up his speed.

At this angle, every thrust made him brush against your clit. He must've known this, he began circling his hips with each thrust inside of you.

He lay his palm flat against your pelvis, feeling himself brushing against your cervix.

You were a mess of incoherent moans at this point. He lowered his head to your neck and you heard him grunting in your ear with each thrust. You began to meet his hips with yours, making him move faster. He changed direction slightly and brushed up against your deepest bundle of nerves. Your back arched and he gasped.

He slid his arm under you, keeping you arched in that angle. He lifted his head to watch you.

"Ah. Spencer, I'm- Ah I'm close." You nearly sang his praises with your high pitched moans.

You raked your nails over his back. "Me too." He reached down and circled his thumb over your clit, applying a pulsing pressure.

Your jaw fell open and your brows furrowed as you moaned his name. He dropped his head to your neck again and you kissed his jawline. You watched his shoulders tense, loving the sight of his back arching and his muscles flexing under your hands. Someday you hoped to trace and connect all the small freckles there.

He doubled-down his efforts, jackhammering into you. Your vision blurred and the last thing you remembered was that coffee and woodsy-vanilla scent as he pushed you over the edge again. You came without warning, holding him against you like a lifeline tethering you to reality.

You felt him twitch inside of you, your body tightening around him. His hips stuttered. He came just as suddenly; coating your inner walls and moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times, your orgasm still coming in shockwaves. He didn't stop until your body had milked him dry.

His body shook with aftershocks and he nearly collapsed all of his weight on top of you. You felt him breathing, hot, against your neck. You were in no better shape, eyes half lidded and covered in sweat. You traced your nails between Spencer's shoulder blades. His overworked muscles twitched in response.

"Wow," was all you could manage to say.

Spencer groaned and lifted his head, his hair matted, going every which way. You raked your fingers through his hair, moving it back and out of his eyes.

"Worth the wait?" He asked.

You rested your palm on his cheek and pulled him down to kiss you. He kissed you as sensually as someone out of breath and exhausted could manage, and he didn't stop kissing you. You had to pull away first, beginning to feel the mess between your legs.

"Shower?" You suggested.

Spencer swallowed and nodded. "Shower."

It was a task to get there, but you both managed, and it was worth it when the water hit you. The mess between your legs washed away. Spencer held your waist and looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world.

"I love you." He stated, as you began to wash your hair. You stilled for a moment, taking everything in. If it wasn't for Spencer's reassuring touch, this would all feel like a dream.

"I love you too." You smiled, reaching up to kiss him; he leaned down and met you halfway.

When both of you were cleaned and dried, Spencer gave you one of his shirts to wear to bed. You couldn't help how giddy the gesture made you feel. He wanted to see you in his shirt.

You joined him in bed. Tonight, you were both too exhausted for him to read to you. His post-sex voice also had the sexiest scratchiness to it and you didn't want to go to bed horny another night.

"Tonight was perfect, Spencer," you whispered against his chest, noting his uncharacteristic silence.

"It was." He agreed, playing with your hair.

"How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself at work tomorrow when I know what you're capable of?" You happily traced his skin.

Spencer laughed, his chest rumbling under you.

"Hey, at least you don't have an eidetic memory. I can picture every second, clear as day." He mumbled, brushing his fingers along your neck.

"Mmm, as long as I'm not the only one that has to suffer tomorrow." You yawned, growing tired.

"No, I promise you, we'll both have to suffer tomorrow."

You fell asleep in his arms, absolutely full of love for Spencer Reid.

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You were exhausted, barely coming to, when you felt the bed dip. Arms slid under you and lifted you.

Spencer, ever the romantic; carrying you to the kitchen for breakfast so you wouldn't have to walk.

You felt yourself slip out of consciousness again, cuddling up to his chest. You knew you were safe in his arms. He would never drop you.

When you finally came to, you rubbed your tired eyes.

You stretched, feeling the couch cushions underneath your legs. You yawned and opened your eyes, expecting the sight of smoke as Spencer usually burned the toast.

Except the ceiling above you held cracks and lit a blue hue reflected by a television.

Your eyes widened as they landed on a television screen.

The Criminal Minds intro was playing.

You were in your old apartment.

"No." You whispered.

"No. No. No. NO." This had to be a nightmare.

You jumped up, stumbling over the coffee table legs.

You ran around your tiny apartment, looking for any sign of Spencer. Then you heard his voice.

It was him, on the tv. An episode of Criminal Minds was airing, and you felt farther away from him than you ever had before. You fell to the floor next to your coffee table.

You watched Spencer Reid on tv in tears, knowing it wasn't your Spencer Reid, and you had no idea how to get back to him.

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Risri Elthron

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Can Currently Be Found In: Stormwind, Kul Tiras, around Azeroth Would They Be Known: She is the former owner and operator of @the-royal-courier.  Her picture has been in the paper several times and would be recognizable from that factor. She currently runs a photography studio @moment-in-time-wra​​ Language(s): Common, Darnassian, Thalassian. First Appearances: She always appears very well put together, always has a notebook and her camera. Purple hair, claw mark tattoos, silver eyes. What To Expect: A very calm disposition, friendly, quiet most of the time. @risrielthron​​

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Gideon is smart, thoughtful, and passionate about archaeology. A quiet thoughtful man most of the time, he enjoys a good strategy based game like Hearthstone or Chess. His spare time is usually full with trips to out of the way caverns. He has no fear of heights or crushing depths and will be the first into a dark place.

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Briggette is a serious yet friendly paladin. As a member of The Legion of the Dawn, she is dedicated and loyal to serving the people of Azeroth in whatever capacity needed. She is a consummate blacksmith and runescribe, using the dwarven practice to enhance the Light and the strength of her weapons and armor.

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We’ve lost more than just the plot: my thoughts on the season 4 finale

I have a lot of problems with this season. I have problems with characterisation. I have problems with storylines. I have problems with the way things were shown (I’m looking at you, informed consent).

But last episode was so good! The Luca/Alfie scene was one of the best pieces of television I’ve had the pleasure of consuming. So, there were problems, but I went in with high hopes because, you know, it’s Peaky Blinders, and I love it, so I ignored stuff. But how am I supposed to ignore that raging inferno of a dumpster fire that was the finale. Look. I’m so mad I’m using Americanisms. On that note, give me a Changretta spin off because we deserve it.

A lot of the arguments I make here are going to circle back to a few main points which can be covered by various subtitles such as: ‘Holy Fuck, is someone going to jump a shark in the cut at some point?’, ‘Tommy Shelby is a 4D chess master, except he hasn’t told anyone else where the board is kept’, and ‘Why?’.

This is rambing and probably at times confusing but bleh. Let’s begin.

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Major shout out to dorahog for her comment where she said that it seemed very truncated – I think the events of the finale should have been spread over at least two episodes, and maybe three. A lot of the tying of the knots to me still left loose threads and didn’t really seem complete.

I think this, and some of the editing as a result is what causes some of the major problems I have with the episode. Lots of rushed finishing off to introduce too many new lines, idk. Anyway, I’m going to walk through it pretty much scene by scene, so buckle in.

We spend at least the first quarter (in terms of irl play time) of the episode at the boxing match. I was pumped. It was great. The Gold’s are my new faves, and while I may try to present myself as a refined you know, whatever, I love watching two people kick six shades of shit out of each other in a semi controlled manner any day of the week.

Even better when everyone is wearing sharp tailoring and it was someone’s entire job to light the place fantastically. I was about to write an ode to the costumes and props people but then I got a shot of Abbeys wig and the feeling swiftly fled.

Still, I will give the editing people props for this particular section. The pacing was great, the frenetic activity, the flicking back and forth between sets. Here, the editing was spot on. It built up the feeling of not only the excitement, but a sense of panic. Arthurs paranoia really seeped into me and I was on edge about whether Bonnie might be just a little over his head.

Since I’m going to reference pay off recurrently, I want to point out these elements. Arthur is always a paranoid, frenetic, madman. Bonnie has been woven into this season and everything has been building to this moment. The scene with the garotte and Bonnie winning the match – that’s how you do payoff.

Before we move on, I’m focusing on Alfie’s story a lot more later, so I’m skipping over that particular scene for the moment.

I loved the scene in the loos. It was funny, it was an accurate depiction of the politics and preening that goes on, the interplay between the women was indulgent. We got exposition, we got characterisation, we got costumes that made me salivate. More of all of this please.

I’m assuming that Linda is going to get a bigger role in Season 5 – the focus on her descent into Shelby Ladyhood, and the mentions of her past and family (especially her mother) seems to point that way. Which, I for one would enjoy. I think Linda gets a lot of hate because she’s written to. She’s portrayed as the shrew who tore poor little rabid dog Arthur away and leashed him up. I don’t think their relationship is completely healthy, I think there’s co-dependence issues there. But the way I’ve seen her described in fandom is eye-rolling to an extent that I physically injured myself on at least three occasions. So, please, give me more of her as a character and less as a caricature.

I’m so upset that Tommy would lie to Finn about Arthur being dead. Finn, the baby of the family, who wasn’t in the war, and doesn’t think and feel the way they do, was lied to about his brother dying just months after his other brother died. I think it’s sick emotional manipulation and unconscionable on Tommy’s part. If you can’t trust Finn, don’t bring him near the business. You can’t have it both ways. Either he’s in and you bring him in, or you don’t, and he needs to leave. I understand keeping the circle small, but they’ve just learned with the ‘don’t tell Michael about the plan’ plan that it doesn’t really work, and you just end up causing more problems.

Tommy has no consideration for people’s emotions or their state as beings of their own. They’re players to him, pieces on a board, and he’ll move them how he wants. He gets to make all the decisions, they don’t have any real input, and they have no ability to decide if they want to accept the consequences or not, because they’re already five steps deep in the process by the time they learn about it.

Side note: I’m bored of all the plans being made off screen and magically revealed to us later. If you’ve seen the really good video essay about why Sherlock is shitty for doing this, that’s the basis of my argument. It’s not smart or exciting to say ah! Got you! When I never had a chance to work it out in the first place. It’s just kind of lazy and boring.

Also, Tommy lied to a pregnant woman and caused her great distress, so that’s nice.

I cannot believe this is the first proper scene with Isaiah we get, because opening car doors and skulking in the background doesn’t count. Jordan Bolger is a great actor who brings so much to the character and they continually waste him. Isaiah could be so much more – he’s a black, working class kid, with a preacher for a father, in a crime family, and all he gets is a two-minute scene where he’s a bystander to Finn’s character development. Give me his struggle, give me him working through the moral conflicts – even the times they’ve just shown him to be a young lad being a young lad it’s been great, give us more. I assumed with the including of him in the heist plot that he would be stepping up into actual business, but they seem to have abandoned that idea and it’s disappointing. He can firmly join the ‘they deserve better’ club.

Finn should be left to be smol and soft, those are my complete thoughts.

Also, Tommy terrifies and holds hostage a whole room of innocent people as a charade because he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s feelings or autonomy any longer than they are useful to him.

Also, I love Goliath and I’m sad that with Alfie gone we’re probably not going to see anymore of him, my big son, I loved you while I had you.

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We move away from the boxing scenes and get Arthur’s ‘funeral’.

I will say, I bloody love the wagons and wish my alternate theory that the Shelby’s did in fact lose everything to Luca and have to start from scratch could have happened because they were would have got more shots of them being ethereal in the forest somewhere surrounded by beautiful woodwork a la the Polly/Abbey scenes, but alas…we get this instead.

The shot of the empty room and the fireplace was beautiful, and poignant, and I’m gonna give them that.

Also, was that Karl? Thank fuck if it was because I had assumed Ada had abandoned him in the states somewhere for all we’ve seen/heard of him so far. It’s not as if any of the children are seen to be particularly important or have any type of characterisation of their own though so why am I surprised?

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The way that Tommy treats Michael is ridiculous. You can’t complain about Michael keeping something back from you when you are lying to him about the exact same thing. I am so heartened by Michael saying, ‘I chose my mum’ because it not only shows that Michael isn’t Tommy Jr after all, but also that there’s a chance that the new generation will succeed the old guard after all and that this won’t just carry on forever.

Also, if Tommy can’t trust Michael with his life of all things, why would he trust him to handle the American business alone? How ridiculous. If I think someone was willing to screw me over in a double-cross that led to my death, I wouldn’t hand them the key to my secondary kingdom. Sense – this makes none.

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Audrey Changretta turning up at the funeral like the badass she is and I’m so sad that her whole life has been torn apart in order to make Tommy Shelby look like a big man. Honestly, if you ask me, the Shelbys should have lost. Luca should have won. It would have made more sense, and provided such great material for next season.

The Shelby’s, having lost everything and become the people they used to rule, must fight to get back to the top. It should have been everything this season was meant to be, getting back to their roots, scrapping again. It would have provided stakes again. They need to be taken down a few pegs. If I know that Tommy is just going to fix everything off screen at the end anyway and everything turns out the same, then why am I wasting my time?

But that’s what the show has become. It started off as an interesting look at the moral complexities of the family, how they worked together, struggling to be something other than what they were destined for by the people who consistently maligned them. Now it’s a show about how amazing Tommy Shelby is. But the only way they’ve made Tommy Shelby great, is by making everyone else an idiot.

Tommy is a 4D chess-master, but only because no else knows where the table is being kept.

Luca Changretta was introduced as what should have been the most terrifying antagonist yet. And they turned him into an idiot. Luca Changretta, mob boss, doesn’t know to leave men behind to keep an eye on the kingdom? Bullshit.

I understand that Tommy is the main guy and has plot armour, but he doesn’t need to be the centre of the universe to be compelling as a character. This guy has manipulated Churchill and the king, got a city, a country, and an empire revolving around him, been given an OBE and now is an MP. But he can’t count two steps in front of himself and predict that killing a mob boss’ father might bring the mob down on him? He never really sees the consequences of his actions. His wife dying didn’t change him as a person, he just got meaner. His brother dying didn’t change him as a person, he just got reckless. I need a little bit more.

Alfie is such a beloved character not just because Tom Hardy plays him so well, not just because he belts out hilarious nonsense like a slightly faulty spitfire, but because he’s a match for Tommy. A much-needed match. He can go toe-to-toe with him, hell, even half the time get one over on him. He tells it straight when he knows Tommy needs it, and he doesn’t take his bullshit. He’s a breath of fresh air in a show that wants to convince us the literal world (or at least the empire, and America, and the political-social climate of the period, and every woman in sights life) revolves around Thomas Shelby.

Even add Campbell to that pile. He was a shit show. He was disgusting. He was mildly inept at times. But he was menacing. He had political connections. You knew he was the guy they sent out to do the work that everyone turned an eye to, and how much damage he could cause without official recompense. But in the end, it wasn’t Grand Master Tommy who got him – it was Grace, and then Polly. Hell hath no fury like women scorned, and the beauty came so much more from the fact that it wasn’t the person who he perceived as his adversary that ended up doing him in. Someone he trusted, and someone he abused, doing what needed to be done. The priest last season was menacing because of the same, and in the end, it wasn’t Tommy that brought him down, it was Michael. It meant something because it was Michael.

I don’t see how killing Luca makes sense except it as a way to make Tommy look good and have the big Arthur reveal, which was bullshit anyway. There was little pay off there.

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And Alfie. Oh, sweet love, Alfie. So, not only do they take what is pretty much the most beloved character in the fandom, even casuals love the shit out of this man, and dispatch of him like a secondary mop up, but they do it in such a shitty way.

When the spoilers came out about Alfie’s cancer I had a personal reflexive ‘well fuck off with that’ having just lost someone irl to a long and messy cancer battle, so mainly I pushed it away and thought ‘ah, that won’t get dealt with yet, they’ve done nothing about it for season upon season, it’s probably just internal backstory bullshit’. Nope.

Alfie has been chronically underused in this show, and I understand it. I think the rare glimpses we get are so powerful that it makes sense. It’s Christmas Day. It’s an island in the sea of winter, and the anticipation’s half the fun. You get presents every day, and you’re just going to turn out to be a spoiled brat. But we spend seasons adoring this guy who lives in the damn shadows, scrapping together parts of his life so that we can better understand him, only to be fed a massive plot point as an offhand spoiler and then have the entire thing resolved in what felt like 20 minutes? There was no anticipation. There were no stakes. There was no payoff. I was just…sighing, mostly.

I knew when he started talking about Margate that I was about to be emotionally ruined, but I expected at least to get a fitting end. But no. We got Alfie screwing Tommy over again in a predictable but fucking useless way. We got Tommy shooting him on a beach and walking away. And that was it.

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I think the Tommy breakdown scenes would have had a bigger impact on me two seasons ago when I still had care for his character, but I just used the time to check my messages, so it didn’t really land with me tbh. The whole last segment of this ep just flew over me.

The malignment of Jessie Eden’s character will likely get a post of its own soon. Except I am going to say here that I’m entirely sure that what Tommy is doing counts as sexual assault – see the case of the woman who had a child with someone she didn’t know was an undercover agent in her what I think was also Communist action group, and also the new laws that stop undercover people from sleeping with those they are surveying. Because you can’t give informed consent. But they’re probably not going to address that, because we have a love triangle to deal with now.

Also, Tommy abandoned a dog and tampered with an election so he’s everyone I hate now. You don’t come for the animals or the democratic process. Taking inspiration from my dear love, Alfie Solomons, what a fucking cunt.

But besides that, it was fine.

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Bonkai Reunion 8 x14 (Part 3)

 How the Tables Turn 

I want you to take a moment to focus individually on Kai and Bonnie’s expression in the gif below as I believe it is one of the most important moments between them in the scene. And it affects how the last bit of their conversation plays out

Kai has the look of desperation on his face. As I said in part 2, Kai is not thinking. He doesn’t care how he appears to Bonnie because he will do anything in that moment to prevent her from leaving him.  In spite of being chained, poor baby attempts to move the chair closer to her as if that will help him...that is how much he wants her stay. Meanwhile, Bonnie 

Bonnie is like...

Yes, Kai? You want me to...what? Stay? I can’t hear you! I want to hear you beg for it...

Bonnie seems to really enjoy the power she has over Kai. She seems to enjoy it a bit too much and it is in this moment that I thought, what is she playing at? why is she there? Not that I am complaining, I love that they are interacting, but she could have went about this a different way. It was only yesterday that she wanted nothing to do with him and now she is practically dangling herself in front of him like...

I know you wanted to see me Kai so here I am....I know it has been years, but don’t I look beautiful? Don’t I just exude confidence and a hint of mystery? Am I still you weakness? 

You can’t have me tho...oh, you thought this would end with hate sex?...I don’t know where you could have possibly got that impression. No, no, no, I am just here to tell you that I created another prison world for you. In fact, we are in it right now and this time you can’t escape. 

If Bonnie didn’t want to see him, she could have wrote all she wanted to say in a letter and left it for him to read and yet....there she was, standing in front of him. Why? 

Yes, I know. The writers need Bonnie to be there in order for her to learn about Katherine and then tell the rest of the gang. I understand that, but she seems to go to such lengths just to tell him that he is fucked. She devised this elaborate plan where she has to make an ascendant, create a prison world and find out what song he hates the most....all of this requires time and energy. 

I have to reiterate the importance of her location choice, the chains and her behaviour because it is all extra. Kai must have taught her well because that is something he would do. 

I mean Bonnie literally makes an alcoholic beverage for him and puts it on the table so that if he wakes up and looks to his left, he sees it.

And then she had to think about which chair she would chain him to and where she would be when he wakes up...I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought about what she would say to him and how she would say it before she turned the music on. 

You would think she would just kill him again and get on with it. Why waste time on Kai when she could spend that time with her boyfriend in the dimension she created?  

If I had to choose between making someone I hate suffer more than they already had in Hell and spending time with my boyfriend, who was killed recently and is the love of my life, I wouldn't hesitate to choose the latter.

It is almost as if she was compelled. She wanted to tease Kai and see the power she has over him. She needed to see his face as she told him the news.

Is it possible that Bonnie actually misses playing these games with Kai? That perhaps he has become her favourite opponent? And that no one can give her this feeling of satisfaction that Kai gives her when she beats him? 

I know it seems strange for her to feel that way when she supposedly hates him, but there is no other explanation for why she would bother

And this is what Kai sees in the first gif  that Bonnie really enjoys what she is doing to him He is in mid-sentence when he realises this.  Unfortunately, we will never know what he was about to say  It could have been:

I--I don’t want you to leave me  I--I want you to stay 

or he may have wanted to tell Bonnie about Katherine but offer to help defeat her 

Again, we will never know because when Kai sees that look, suddenly he changes  Kai is like....

Wait...she wants me to beg and plead for her to stay. She knows I have a soft spot for her and she enjoys seeing me suffer. Well, I am not going to give her the satisfaction. I am NOT going to appear weak. I am NOT going to show her that I care. I am Kai fucking Parker. If she is going to play me like that, I am going to make her feel what I felt. I am going to top her last move. She thinks she has checkmate me? I am going to turn this checkmate into a stalemate. 

The change is so sudden that Bonnie is now curious as to what is happening

Why has he stop begging?

Now it is time for Kai to make his final move...

Does this look like a genuine laugh to you? Do you think Kai thinks what he is saying is actually funny? Maybe he would have thought it funny if he was in a different situation. If it would somehow change the fact that he will still be in a prison world by the end of this conversation, then maybe he could really laugh at the MF gang for thinking Hell no longer exists, but he can’t change his fate. 

No matter what he says to Bonnie, he is still in a prison world. So you know what this is...this is a hollow laugh. We all know that laugh. The laugh someone uses when they are hurt and try to play it off just before they say their response which they hope will make the other person hurt more. 

This laugh is used as a ploy to get Bonnie to turn around and to erase his moment of vulnerability. To pretend it never happened and make it look like it was all an act leading up to this moment.  

As if he had the advantage the entire time. 

And it works...Bonnie has been pulled back into the chess game, but this time the power has been passed to Kai. Now she is the one that waits for him to reveal whatever information he has been holding on to 

However, Bonnie has been playing this game long enough with him to know that in order for her not to hand over all the power back to Kai, she has to maintain her composure. She must not show that she is vulnerable like he had a few seconds ago. She has to turn around and put on a face that says 

Go on, go on....say it! I can promise you that no matter what you say, I will never release you from your chains and let you leave this prison world 

She must hide that she is annoyed. She must hide that she is afraid of what he might say next. She must hide the fact that she knew the risk she was taking when she decided to play the game this way, yet chose to do it anyway, because she too revels in winning the game as much as Kai does. 

This will never be shown on TVD, but maybe in a fanfic somewhere, I imagine there will be a moment following this scene when Bonnie looks at herself in the mirror and wonders why she felt euphoric watching Kai squirm.  Maybe she will acknowledge that darkness and power tempts (or what she views as darkness) her and that she never felt as exhilarated as she did when the power is all in her hand. When she is a badass witch and doesn’t feel guilty for being selfish or finally putting herself first. 

Anyway so Bonnie prepares herself for the worst because she knows she hurt Kai and she knows he is going to be extra about his response 

How does she know that? 

It has happened many times before 

I used two examples, pre-merge and post-merge Kai because 

   - What has always been consistent is Kai’s reaction when Bonnie hurts him 

If Kai didn’t have a soft spot for Bonnie then there wouldn’t have been a flicker of emotion to show that he cares and he wouldn’t have tried to make her feel what he felt 

Notice that each time Bonnie says something that hurts Kai, he will do this thing where he will look down and then look back at Bonnie again or he will look at Bonnie for a moment and then look down. 

Then immediately or shortly after, he will respond in an extra way to conceal that she affects him. 

In the scene above, Kai pretends he is okay and pretends he is willing to do what Bonnie asks of him only to then say that he doesn’t need a Bennett witch and leaves her in the prison world. 

Why eat with her and tell her about his sad past if he knew he would leave her after that moment?

Kai is dramatic. He likes games so he is going to draw it out and be extra about it 

I think Kai wants to spend more time with Bonnie 

I think a part of him hopes he can change her mind and she can help them leave the prison world together 

Now in this scene, he doesn't physically hurt Bonnie, but he does go on about how no humanity Caroline might kill her to wipe that smirk off of Bonnie’s face and to get her to realise that she does need him. 

I think Chris chose to play Kai somewhere in the middle of these two similar but different reactions because he is not pre-merge or post-merge Kai anymore but post-Hell Kai. 

Which takes us to the look in this gif ^

He was laughing but abruptly stops. He looks down because the laugh was never real to begin with and he can no longer force himself to fake it. He knows what he has to do, but it does not get rid of the feeling that he wishes it would go differently. He gathers himself and then looks up at Bonnie with a look that says 

Good, now that I have your attention...

I need to say this before I move on to what happens next: I want you all to take what Kai’s says about Katherine with a pinch of salt because it is fuckery. I LOVE Katherine, she is one of my favourite characters on TVD, but even I was like...are we talking about the same person? Has there been another Katherine on this show that I am not aware of? I know it has been a long time since I watched s1-s5, but I don’t remember Katherine possessing some of the qualities Kai ascribes to her. 

So I am going to call it out for what it is: 

Fuckery!  It is obvious that they, and when I say they I mean Plec, are inserting her in this plot line for ratings just like Kai. It is TVD’s last season so they probably were like...

Fuck it, let us bring back these two popular characters whose story we fucked up the first time, and fuck them up some more again. 

I understand what the writers had to do in this scene. I understand the purpose of Kai’s lines were to 

Create excitement in the audience for the fan favourite’s return by stating alternative facts

They need Kai to be the character to say it because they both were in Hell and it makes the reveal ambiguous at first...is Kai referring to himself or someone else? 

And they were willing to write it in at the expense of creating more plot-holes because again, when has TVD ever valued consistency? OK. Fair enough. I expect nothing less from them so this is when the importance of talented actors come in. It doesn’t matter what the writers’ intentions were, if the delivery of the lines says something very different. If the script says the character passionately screams to the other character, ‘I love you’ and the actor decides to deliver that same line in a monotone voice then we, as an audience, can only interpret it as it is shown on screen because we will never read the script. 

Therefore, I hope my interpretation of this scene makes you feel a tad bit better the next time you choose to watch it because my analysis focuses on Chris’ delivery of Kai’s lines and how it fits the context of the scene.

Remember Kai needs to top Bonnie’s move in a very dramatic way. 

He wants to jab back at her because he believes she hit him below the belt. It is not about Katherine. It is about Bonnie as it always has and will be for Kai. He doesn’t have to believe one word of what he says about Katherine because the point is to bring Bonnie’s wall down. The point is to get her to feel the emotions that he felt and he will use any tactic to get that reaction. 

And so, he is not going to just come out and say that Katherine has taken over Hell. Bonnie didn’t do that when she told him about the prison world. He is going to create a riddle for each line he says about Katherine for effect

so that Bonnie can be like 

Who is the only person worse than Cade?

Who is the only person who knows where all our weak spots are?

Who wants to hits us over and over again?

Who is the myth?

And to prove to you that this is about Bonnie Look at his expression in the gif below 

He bares his teeth He carefully enunciates each word  He is angry, hurt and he wants her to feel it. He wants her to feel scared like he was scared. The message is this

I might be stuck in another prison world, but your friends will have to deal with Katherine so I guess this game has no winners.

Kai gets the reaction from Bonnie, but he probably wanted her to beg him to help her/the gang defeat Katherine.

so when Bonnie leaves him alone in the prison world well...

He is shocked because he thought it would go differently.  He just wanted to hurt her like she hurt him. He didn’t want Bonnie to leave him again.

 Part 1: Location     Part 2: The Game 

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