#carolyn loves his accent :)

[spawksstuff]

How 'Cinderella Boy' Crashed The Movies

JUST LOOK AT THESE PICTURES! There's only two, but DAMMN DE!

This is from the Atlanta Journal Magazine, 12 October 1947. This was part of a press tour where Paramount sent him back to Atlanta to promote "Fear in the Night" and "Variety Girl".

More articles coming in the next few days.

[disturbingstar]

The last of us trivia

TV show

• Pedro Pascal agreed to play Joel within a day of being sent the script.

• Neil Druckmann (the writer and director of the games, and the co-creator of the HBO series) watched over 100 auditions for Ellie before seeing Bella Ramsey's audition, of which he said, “It didn't feel like I was watching someone acting like Ellie. I was watching Ellie.”

• The TV adaptation offered the opportunity to expand on characters' backstories like Marlene and Ellie's relationship - as they weren't limited to a first-person POV.

• Huge apocalyptic sets had to be made for the show that were only used once - like the interior of the Capitol Building, which was built on a soundstage from scratch. Matching the lushness of the game while making it more realistic was the end goal, and art books from Naughty Dog (the company that developed the video games) were used as a jumping off point.

• Tess is portrayed by Australian actress Anna Torv. She was aware of the games but had not played them and watched the cutscenes after her casting. Torv felt her performance required consistent truthfulness due to its subtlety.

• Anna Torv and Pedro Pascal who portrays Joel decided that Tess and Joel had been lovers for some time but, like in the game, were subtle about their relationship.

• Sarah is portrayed by English actress Nico Parker. Parker watched videos of the original game years before getting the role. She wanted to stay away from the game version and provide her own interpretation of the character.

• As the clickers were a “home run” in the games, prosthetic artists from Game of Thrones were brought on to make them look as close to the source material as possible.

• There was even a movement bootcamp to train extras how to move like infected.

• The art teams were given the direction to find the beauty in the fungus. As Neil Druckmann said, “When you see the beauty in these monsters, it somehow makes them creepier.”

• It was Bella Ramsey's suggestion to have Ellie sleep with a switchblade during her first night with Tess and Joel.

• Neil Druckmann always thought of Joel and Tess's relationship as romantic, and the TV show offered the opportunity to make that explicit.

• Neil Druckmann is open to a The Last of Us Part 3 game, but it depends on whether the team can “come up with a compelling story that has this universal message and statement about love.”

• Pedro Pascal was chosen to play Joel Miller because of his ability to portray a tough, tortured, and vulnerable character who suppresses his emotions until necessary.

• Pedro Pascal based Joel's voice on his own experiences growing up in San Antonio, Texas, paring it back from the Southern accent used in the games.

• Bella Ramsey was aware of the game before their audition, but was encouraged not to play it to avoid replicating Ashley Johnson's original performance, instead watching some gameplay on YouTube to get a sense of it. As of filming the series, they still hadn't played the game.Ramsey wanted their performance to be reminiscent of the games without copying them.

• Unlike his counterpart from the video game series, Joel is more vulnerable in the television series; he is hard of hearing on one side due to a gunshot, his knees ache when he stands and he also suffers from nightmares and panic attacks. Co-creator Craig Mazin felt Joel should be less resilient than in the game to show the toll that living in the post-outbreak world has taken.

• Tommy is portrayed by American actor and producer Gabriel Luna. About a month after the casting of Pascal and Ramsey as Joel and Ellie respectively, Luna was asked to submit an audition tape. He was familiar with the work of co-creator Craig Mazin and executive producer Carolyn Strauss, and had previously worked on HBO's True Detective. About a week after submitting his tape, he was offered the role and, according to Luna, they instantly knew he was the one. He was enthusiastic for the role, having lived in Austin, Texas—Joel and Tommy's hometown—around the same time as the show's setting. He was also given a PlayStation 5 during production to play the games as research.

[cdyssey]

Elsbeth (1.06) Thoughts:

someone on Elsbeth sure thinks that “thanks, boomer” is current fkwoowowksjsjs

HELLO LESBIANISM!!!!!!!!! HELLO?!!!!!!

NILES FROM THE NANNY?????????

JAYCUB

I love the way that the show uses a lot of classical music. “Lacrimosa” for the murder is excellent.

Vanessa is absolutely serving.

The little nod Kaya and Elsbeth give each other!!

Elsbeth calling Vanessa stunning + all the compliments she gave to Jane Krakowski’s character. I know what you are, ma’am!!!

“Not gut feelings from women who wear polka dots over the age of fifteen.” FOUL FJSNDNS.

Elsbeth hastily shutting the laptop and then ensuing beat with Kaya… Kaya’s got her number.

God, I love that Elsbeth is nice, but that’s not the same thing as kind. When it comes to people underestimating or dismissing her—like the detective on this case—she’s willing to be cutting when she needs or wants to.

KAYA ON THE TABLE.

YOU CONSTRUCT INTIMATE RITUALS TO TOUCH THE SKIN OF OTHER WOMEN!!

FLEKFJJDDJ, the sequence of Elsbeth fidgeting in the waiting room. She is so endearing

“VIVA LA VIDA” ORCHESTRA!!

Vanessa’s wife is so pretty. Carolyn??

Their first date being a Coldplay concert lmao

Elsbeth’s ensemble in this sequence is stunning. The black jacket and the golden accents. The amber shirt with that bow. I’m so envious of her wardrobe

Holy SHIT, this consultation scene… Vanessa touching Elsbeth’s face… Elsbeth touching her spleen and leaning close to Vanessa. And then Vanessa touching her face again!!! That’s some chemistry right there.

It’s notable that Kaya doesn’t sell Elsbeth out to Wagner.

Niles from The Nanny again! I love him. I love his voice.

Lmao, elsbeth climbing through the Alice statue. That’s exactly what this character would do, and I love that Carrie + the writers know that.

Oooogh, Wagner possibly covering up sweatshops + Kaya following Elsbeth to the park.

Awwww, Elsbeth sneaking up behind Kaya was adorable.

Elsbeth trying to corner Wagner… and Wagner subtly threatening her… I’m really interested to see where this plot takes us in the future. I presume it’ll all come to head around finale time.

Lmao, I love how Coldplay is figuring into this plot

Elsbeth bodily moving Detective Edwards out of the way AKAKAKJSN

Vanessa and Elsbeth trying to power play with their teacups!!! This episode has made it clear 2 me that Elsbeth needs a recurring rival whom she has homoerotic tension w/

“She even took out the recycling, which she never, ever does.” Fkwkdjjwnsjs

“But they’re custom.” STONE COLD. AGHHHSHSHSA, I LOVE HER SM

Elsbeth immediately going to hug Carolyn is the kind of touch that makes her a stellar character.

KAYA AND ELSBETH MODGEPODGING TOGETHER!!!

OMG, KAYA CONFRONTING ELSBETH AND TELLING HER THE TRUTH. Elsbeth worried about Kaya being subpoenaed

“But I’m coming to you… my friend… instead.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kaya is so visibly shaken by the revelation. The entire foundation on which she’s built her career might be a lie.

ELSBETH REACHING OUT FOR KAYA’S HAND!!!!!!!

Oh god, this is my favorite episode so far

[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 24: Xinzhou

To quote Stefon from SNL, this episode has everything! It's actually pretty crazy how much it manages to fit- seamlessly!- into less than half an hour. We have the introduction of such iconic concepts as Fizz Buzz and "here I am don't tread on me," the excellent Film Double Bills game, bacon shirt, baby chicken and baby lamb... I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but honestly the big things is that this all fits around SO many conversations that move the plot forward.

So many of the important things that we need to do before moving on toward the end of the show happen in this episode. We establish that Martin is dating Theresa (even if he won't put a label on it) and is invested enough to potentially want to choose a job in proximity to her. We know that Carolyn hasn't given Herc any kind of real answer and is pretty avoidant of the consequences. We know that Douglas did not know that Carolyn is essentially cutting his job out from under his feet.... and we know that Arthur doesn't know what multiples are. Oh, Arthur, I love you so.

It's interesting, because the arc of Douglas moving from being obnoxious to Martin about his interest in Swiss Airways is not super clearly laid out. What we do perceive is that he isn't necessarily being snarky at first because he genuinely has no confidence in Martin- he's having a knee jerk reaction to the idea of losing this situation. He's basically exactly where he wants to be- and I think to him that's the depressing part, because he has an image of himself as being so much more than he currently is and if he's happy regardless then that can feel like a weakness of its own... it's hard for him to admit he's really happy where he is. I think that what really changes his mind is realizing that Martin genuinely does have bigger dreams, and that those dreams have nothing to do with being a captain. As I've mentioned in one or two of these, Martin's motivating factor for trying to rescue MJN, every other episode when they have to work to save the day, is that nobody else will let him be a captain and being captain is massively important to him. But now, he's prioritizing flying airliners and being near the girl he's dating over that ego thing. He's grown up, and I think seeing that proves to Douglas how selfish his earlier thought is.

And Carolyn... it's so hard to know what Carolyn is thinking exactly. On the one hand, she's pushing Herc away by telling him not to consider her as he takes the Swiss Airways job, and at the same time she's encouraging Martin to leave for his betterment, which will eventually (as far as we now know) lead to the end of MJN Air. Is it some kind of weird self sabotage? Is it her being a more selfless person than one might imagine her being in S1? She's probably the most emotionally bound-up character, and it will of course be fun to see how she navigates the next few episodes...

But also, as already discussed, this episode has so many amazing amazing moments in it and I'm just so in awe of JF for pulling it off so flawlessly- while Limerick is the bomb, I think this one might be even more skillfully pulled off, with a lot more demanded of it. I also have a nice nostalgic memory related to Xinzhou as I made a friend through this episode! A friend and I were out for dinner with a group of people, some of whom we knew and some who we didn't, and someone (for some reason) mentioned baby food- possibly in the context of them liking to eat baby food? I don't recall. Anyway, I made a sotto voce comment to my friend about eating chicken flavored baby food and I suddenly heard a British accent a few seats down- "is that a Cabin Pressure reference?!" Turns out, she was IN THE AUDIENCE for Xinzhou and said it was even better in person, I was very jealous, and while we've drifted apart since then it was very nice to get to know her- and all because of a Cabin Pressure reference.

Next episode is Yverdon... can't believe this is almost over!!

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay more of them because they're amazing.

Clarissa grunted as her corset was tied. "Mindy, dontcha think this is a bit too tight?" Clarissa asked as she let out a breath.

"You're meeting the other royals today your highness. You must look your best," Mindy explained before walking out of the room.

Clarissa sighed. Ever since she had married Jacob 6 months ago, she's been pressured to be different. To change her personality. She was queen now, but she had no idea how to do that.

She and Jacob had met when she was 16.... and because of him she chose to stay here while her crew went back home.

She was 21 now. She had stayed for so long. But sometimes she wasn't sure jf this was what she wanted.....

"Are you ready, my dear?" Jacob asked as he walked into their shared bedroom.

"I assume I am," Clarissa replied.

And with that, the couple walked through the castle and into the dining hall where King John and Queen Carolyn had been seated.

Clarissa could've sworn she saw King John look at her in ways only Jacob was allowed.

She pushed it aside and sat down.

"Its so lovely to meet you, Queen Carolyn," Jacob stated to make small talk.

"Oh its absolutely grand to meet you as well! I've never really had anyone to talk to these past few days, what with the wedding and the-" Carolyn cut herself off when she glanced at her husband. "I.... nevermind, Your Majesty," Carolyn muttered with a small smile.

"So Carolyn, what is it you like to do for fun?" Clarissa asked with a smile.

"Oh well I love to sing! I'm not very good at anything else, but of course no one can be good at everything," Carolyn joked, earning a glare from her husband.

"I'm sorry, king John, is there a problem?" Clarissa asked.

"Of course not your highness! Say, didn't you have an accent?" John asked, attempting to change the subject.

"I believe you owe your wife an apology, what with those Nast glares you're sending her way. If ye have something ta say, you'd better say it," Clarissa ranted as her accent came back.

"I will not take this disrespect from a pirate," good day your majesty's," John stated before harshly grabbing Carolyn's arm and dragging her away.

"He's hiding something Jake. I can feel it," Clarissa muttered before crossing her arms.

Two years passed;

"Clarissa, don't lift that!" Jacob called as he ran up to his heavily pregnant wife, attempting to carry a box into the nursery.

"I can do things myself Jake!" Calrissa stated in a huff.

"You're not supposed to carry heavy things!" Jacob argued.

"I know, but we have to clean up before the brennans get here," Clarissa replied.

"That's what we have servants for, darling," Jacob stated.

"I don't like when they do things for me. They have their own problems," Clarissa muttered as she finished putting some of the last few details in the nursery.

"Your Grace's? The Brennan's are here," one of the servants spoke out.

"We'll be right down!" Jacob called before the couple made their way downstairs.

Clarissa walked quickly up to Carolyn and gave her a hug.

"Where are the little ones?" Clarissa asked before two small toddlers waked out from behind their mother's dress.

John rolled his eyes before wlaking over to Jacob.

"Hello Alistar, hello Alison. It's nice to have you here today!" Clarissa stated, gently as she knelt down as best she could.

A small Alison curtseyed. "Its nice to see you Auntie Clare!" She smiled.

"Its nice to see you too little one! Say, I have some cookies in the kitchen. I'm sure if you went to get some for you and your brother, our cook wouldn't mind," Clarissa smirked before sending Alison off.

She turned to Alistar who was still hiding behind his mother.

"Al, honey, be kind. Say hello," Carolyn scolded gently.

"Hello," the young prince muttered before hiding again.

"I'm sure you and my baby will be great friends, prince Alistar," Clarissa smiled before standing back up, with some assistance from Carolyn.

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Thoughts on Wednesday ep. 1

I don’t have time or energy to binge anymore but I did watch the first episode of Tim Burton’s Addams Family update series, Wednesday, and I have some thoughts.

Spoiler break ahead, but the tl;dr is I bloody loved it.

Thing gives somebody the finger. That pretty much is Exhibit A that this is a far cry from the John Astin/Carolyn Jones TV classic of the 1960s, or for that matter, Tim Burton’s own 1990s reimagining with Raul Julia that made Christina Ricci a star with her own version of the sociopathic Wednesday.

As can be expected from an updating, there are a number of ... updates to be had. Wednesday at times shifts from being pure evil (did she really kill 2 fellow students or is she just playing up? That’s left unclear but one bully does get his private parts chewed on by a piranha after he makes the mistake of bullying her brother, Pugsley) to being simply disturbed, in part due to an incident when she was a young child that is as close to an origin story as we’re likely to get. At the same time, Wednesday’s relationship with her parents (Catherine Zeta Zones as Morticia, revisiting her accent from The Mark of Zorro, and Luis Guzman, whose casting was a bit controversial, as the first-ever comic strip-accurate live-action Gomez) is strained, to put it mildly. So after the aforementioned piranha incident, she is sent to a boarding school called Nevermore, which is basically Hogwarts with the training wheels taken off.

At Hogwarts, she remains a bit of an outcast though in the episode she does begin to form friendships (or, at least, aliiances) with some of her classmates including Enid, a werewolf who is upset that she can’t actually change into one, and a guy who tends a coffee shop in the town, who bonds with her.

Jenna Ortega is absolutely amazing as Wednesday. Her unblinking performance as the troubled Wednesday (the series makes no attempt to hide the fact she’s messed up, though the question is left open whether Wednesday likes it that way or not), who in this more supernatural-tinged series has begun developing psychic powers, is absolutely amazing and if she isn’t nominated for an Emmy I’ll be surprised. Even in the first episode there are some moments that may come to be considered iconic in the future: her fencing (dressed in black), the piranha pool scene, and an absolutely incredible cello performance of Paint it Black. 

There are also some surprises. After being omitted from all the promos, we actually get to see Lurch again (at least in the first episode there’s no indication of him being any more than a background character, though) - Uncle Fester arrives later in the season according to the “coming soon” trailer that ends the episode. Gwendoline Christie is enigmatic as the headmistress, who might be more than she appears. Christina Ricci - the original Tim Burton Wednesday - is also in the series, playing another administrator at the school who, while clearly not meant to be a riff on Wednesday, still shares some of the traits of Ortega’s version (she’s last seen feeding venus fly-traps). 

There are some nice touches - details the original series and even the movies never went into - like having Thing apparently communicate at one point by what appears to be a form of (or maybe the actual) sign language. Which makes perfect sense, though the only thing I wasn’t a big fan of in the episode was how Wednesday treats Thing. That felt a little off to me.

The first season of eight episodes dropped all at once (I hate that - kills a show’s momentum and results in spoiler reviews coming out before the show has even been online for 8 hours), so whether it maintains the strengths of the pilot remain to be seen (I have seen a clip from an amazing dance routine Ortega does later in the season). Right now the show also has a bit of a early Riverdale feel to it, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing since that show in its early days was the closest TV got to replicating the Twin Peaks esthetic I’ve seen. 

I’ve written before about how remakes and updatings of old shows generally suck. Either they get bogged down in present-day politics (in order to “make things right”) or they forget what made the show popular in the first place (Ving Rhames, you’re amazing, but Kojak can only be made with Telly Savalas) or they approach the original with some level of distain. Burton we know respects the source material, and he has chosen well in casting Jenna Ortega, who (with all respect to Christina Ricci and Lisa Loring) is already the best Wednesday Addams ever based on a single episode.

And we get to see Thing give somebody the finger. It’s a win for everybody!

[burnbeforepod]

Realistic Fairytale

by David, Christy, Meredith and Annie (unless, of course, this story is insulting to you in any way, in which case Kevin wrote it)

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Princess Christa. Princess Christa was tall and funny and smart and witty and kind and undoubtedly rich and a bit of a hippie and rather sarcastic at times but still an all-around good person. Princess Christa and her formerly alive family ruled over a kingdom called Xafriaf. She lived in a beautiful castle called the HippieHollow. Princess Christa had a bunch of friends. There was Navid, the elf (though he was widely believed to really be a chipmunk), who enjoyed frolicking in the woods and hurling stones at wary passerby. Ardith, the castle fairy jester, often aided in Navid’s chucking of the stones. There was Carolyn, the redheaded handmaiden, who spoke in a refreshing accent. Zephan was the knight whose secret love affair with Carolyn was strictly forbidden by his parents, who by now were old geezers, but he respected them just the same (for some insane reason).

Prett was the wizard with cool weenis powers. Shelly was the castle scholar, Karis was the librarian, Irene was the prophet, Corgan was the incompetent cook, and Devin was the town drunk. There was Jake and Alec, the stable boys. The ladies-in-waiting were Sharon and Stephie.

Then, not a friend but a foe, was Kizzy, the witch. Kizzy fancied herself a sorceress, a sort of dark royalty. Her dwarf slaves carried her through the woods each day between the Black Manor and the spring of eternal youth, where she drank to stay young eternally (hence the name spring of eternal youth). She thought she was the coolest thing. Kizzy’s second-in-command was Kori, a natural Seer. On her side Kizzy also had Rochelle and Stefanny, the cliché hags, and Dustin, her sarcastic and funny but completely whipped love-slave.

One Thursday morning Ardith and Navid (himself being a dwarf slave but got caught up in the rebellion) (wait no I thought he was an elf) (well whatever just continue, dammit) were out harmlessly heaving stones at passerby. They were safely hidden behind a bush in a wood, but would never get caught anyway, because they never got caught. Because everyone knows that chipmunks are sneaky – and adorable with the exception of Navid’s mom (ooh diss). Irregardless… Anyway…

Navid threw a particularly large stone, which hit a particularly large head. A whiny shriek rang through the wood. “Who threw that?”

Ardith and Navid immediately recognized the voice as that of Kizzy. The two glanced at each other before burrowing further into the bush. The noise of crackling leaves led Kori to discover the two rock-heavers. She then flipped her hair

“There,” squealed Kori in her annoyingly high and unnatural voice that sounded like it belonged in a two-year-old’s body. She flipped her hair. “Seize them.” Then she flipped her hair again.

Two poor little dwarves leapt up and grabbed Ardith and Navid by the wrists. Navid was hardly taller than his dwarf, being an elf. But Ardith had to lean down quite a bit and by the time she had walked over to Kizzy’s open carriage she was tipping over.

“Who threw that?” Kizzy shrieked again.

Ardith and Navid exchanged looks before shrugging. Then Kori flipped her hair.

“If you do not speak,” Kizzy thundered, “I will find other ways of discovering who threw that acorn at me.”

“It was a rock,” said Navid and Ardith in unison.

“Aha!” screeched Kizzy. “You knew what it was, therefore you must have thrown it!”

“Excuse me, m’lady,” said Rochelle. “I doubt they could have both thrown it.”

Kizzy frowned. “Do you dare contradict me?” she demanded. Kizzy stood up and, tripping over the hem of her overly dramatic black dress, clambered out of the carriage. Then Kori flipped her hair yet again.

Rochelle quickly stuttered that, no, contradicting such a lovely sorceress is forbidden, mere handmaidens are not worth sorceress’ noticing, and is that a new hairdo? It looks nice. The hair comment made Kori think of her hair. Then she flipped it.

Satisfied, Kizzy sat back down.

By now the sun was beginning to set. Soon it would be dark, at which point it would be near impossible to navigate through the woods. Kizzy, of course, didn’t realize this, but Rochelle did and whispered it into Kizzy’s ear.

“That’s what I said,” said Kizzy. She pointed her staff at Kori, who flipped her hair. “Tell me who threw this rock at me.” Having said this she sat down and began compulsively combing her hair.

Kori bowed. “Surely, Sorceress,” while (now purposefully trying to annoy the authors) flipping her hair again. Kizzy then strode over to where Navid and Ardith were standing. She grabbed Ardith by the chin and stared intensely into her eyes. After a moment Kori announced, “The badly dressed one did nothing.”

“I resent that!” cried Ardith as she crossed her arms.

“Wanna stop talking now?” asked Kori, smirking sarcastically but failing to send across the right look because she was a prep and preps can’t do sarcasm well. Then she flipped her hair.

“No, I don’t.”

“That’s too bad.”

Ardith grinned and said loudly, “Your mom’s too bad… IN YOUR PANTS!” She then stood to the side with a satisfied grin.

“Eww, sick-o!” cried Kori. The anti-prep comment made her hair frizz, so she strutted (not paced) in a circle with a ridiculous number of hair products.

Navid was now shaking. By mere process of elimination, he was pinned down as guilty.

Kori grinned (after her humiliating bad-hair moment), showing a mouth full of ridiculously large-seeming teeth after having her braces removed. “Shall we assume the elf is the culprit?”

Kizzy stopped brushing her hair for long enough to say, “No, check him anyway. I like watching them quiver in fear.”

Navid, despite his fear, said, “That’s a sick kind of amusement, you know. You should see a specialist.” Look who’s talking, Navid.

Kizzy stood again. “I need no therapy!”

“But m’lady,” said Stefanny, “You’re already in therapy.”

Kizzy’s eye began twitching. She pointed her staff at Stefanny and spoke a few Latin-sounding words, but with no result. She tried again. Nothing happened.

“Roast her, damn you!” Kizzy cried at the staff. A bit of smoke spewed from the end, but that was the extent of the magic. Kizzy looked about her in confusion. “Off with her head!” she finally cried, jabbing her finger into the air. Air rhymes with hair, thought Kori. Then she flipped her hair.

The two dwarves not cutting off Navid’s circulation at the wrist performed a similar capture on Stefanny.

“Shall I check the elf now, Sorceress?” asked Kori as she flipped her hair.

“Oh, go on with it.”

Kori grabbed Navid’s chin while flipping her hair and stared at his eyes. “He threw the stone, Sorceress.”

“As I thought,” boasted Kizzy. Navid felt the need to point out that seeing as he was the only suspect left, it could have been no other. (It was ME! Just kidding. Well, obviously I was just kidding since that exclamation seems to be a disembodied one.)

Kizzy grinned her stupid grin. “I shall not even dignify that with a response.”

“Jeez!” said Navid. “If you’re going to say something clever and insulting, at least make it up yourself. I mean, really. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard someone say that, well, then, I’d surely be able to afford doing something better with my time than throwing rocks at losers who think they are witches or poking Princess Christa or talking to chipmunks.”

“Yeah,” said Ardith with a mock attitude.

“Is that a mock attitude?” asked Kizzy, motioning for the dwarves to resume the carriage pulling. She turned her head away from Ardith. “Tie the three of them up.”

“Me?” cried Ardith. “I didn’t do anything, you repulsive hole of dill!” Isn’t that a pickle? Do they even have holes? No, stupid. And then the author remembered that the characters couldn’t hear her.

Just then Devin dropped out of the sky and landed in front of Kori, who nervously flipped her hair. He then got up and ran into the woods, an angry mob following.

Stefanny, Ardith, and Navid were tied with rope (supposedly magical rope, you know, but Kori was the one to put a spell on it, and we all know how incompetent Kori can be… In fact, it probably wasn’t magical because she probably got sidetracked by her hair) to the back of the carriage and blindfolded. Why were they blindfolded? Well, because that’s how the story goes, dillhole.

“Take note,” said Kizzy to Kori, “They are to be executed at dawn.” Why is it always dawn, you ask? Because, again, that’s how the story goes, dillhole.

…CEREBELLUM!!!!!!!

After trudging along Ardith and Navid were locked in the jail cell across from the one Stefanny was in.

The two sat down. “Haha.” Ardith realized, “Kizzy’s in therapy.”

She and Navid had a good laugh but soon had to admit that they were freaked.

“God this sucks,” Ardith said. “Your mom sucks… IN YOUR PANTS!!!” Navid answered.

“But seriously. This is really bad,” Ardith said.

“Your mom is really bad… IN YOUR PANTS!!!” Navid answered again.

“Oh, my God. SHUT UP, NAVID!” Ardith yelled.

“Fine,” Navid said.”

[tenaciouspostfun]

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 Robert Massimi.

CEO., Gimme Shelter Productions,LLCwww.gimmeshelterproductionsllc.com|NYC,NY "My True Love" at The Player Theatre '' on MacDougal Street is a silly musical comedy that has its crux on Cederella finding her true love. Like many musicals at The Players, it has a good band playing, the lighting is usually well done, as are the costumes. For the most part, the actors can sing well. What best strikes me about this comfortable theater is that whether it is "God Save Queen Pam", "Frankenstein The Musical '', or "Alice In Wonderland", the writing is usually subpar; today was no different.

 Under Ben Boecker's book and Carolyn Popadin's direction, the show is fun in spite of the poor writing and how it is directed. The set by Michael Arriaga is creative, innovative. The puppet design by Sean Fitzgerald too is fun, creative. Chris Neuner is clever in the sound throughout the performance. "My True Love" with all the "extras"( that I just mentioned) makes the show humorous; the ridiculous costumes add to the charm of this show on its face.

 One of the main problems with both off off Broadway and theater companies is the dichotomy of the acting pool. In this musical, the lead was very good... she could sing, act and dance. The actor playing Pat played his part well. While the Gardner from Nebraska couls act, his singing was fair. Cederella's mother was deft with "the business' ', her Long Island accent was flawless and brave. Unfortunately, many of the other actors did not pull through in their parts.

 With catchy songs, the plot sagged and pulled the musical down like an anchor. Trying too hard for laughs made it very fluffy at times, embarrassing at other times. While the direction went into many variables, it left the objective audience confused. At This performance it was obvious that a lot of family members were in attendance, (this was the most full that I have ever seen at this theater).

 In a show about consent, consent to say no to anything that you don't want, nor like, it should have been toned down with the tawdry and become a children's show. As adults, we know the premise of consent even though it is not always followed, however, the musical may be better served with a better main focus than consent. The evidence being that a character tells a bear no to being eaten? Really? Hence a children's show.

 "My True Love" gets lost between a children's plot and a jazzed up adult show. Where some jokes land, others are a loud thud. As a commercial show, it fails. More like a glorified high school production, The Players put out another badly written show.

 

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[artdecosupernova-writing]

Word Prompt

Word: Home WIP: Partners Timeline: pre-trilogy CW: None. Just some wholesome pre-trilogy fluff. Okay, with, like, a pinch of angst. Word Count: 947 Additional Notes: I have no idea if this adds up chronologically within the story (this would be 1943) but I wanted to write it anyway lmao

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"Hey! Am I too late?!"

In the kitchen of his childhood home, Ben whipped around and pinned a bewildered stare on his mother, who'd just begun to place a latke into the pan of frying oil he delegated himself to mind. Shoshana met that stare with calm excitement, sable eyes lit up at the sound of Reagan's voice calling from the front door.

"Of course not!" she called back. "You're just in time, darling!"

Reagan poked his head into the kitchen, all grins, oddly keen gaze roving over Ben and noting his absolutely flabbergasted expression. "You didn't think I'd miss Hanukkah?" He held up a suitcase as Shoshana hurried over to pepper kisses all over his face.

Ben hastily turned back to flip the two latkes in the sizzling pan. "Well I just…you're gonna miss Christmas with Carolyn, I thought—"

"We already celebrated," Reagan said, setting his suitcase outside of the doorway and allowing his surrogate mother to lead him by the hand into the kitchen. "She knows this is important to me."

"Oh, I'm so happy!" Shoshana handed Reagan an apron and moved to make room for him at the sink so he could wash his hands. "I didn't think you'd be home this year!"

Reagan lathered his hands under the tap and looked at her, a trace of hurt passing over his face that only Ben caught. "Mama, I'm always gonna be home for Hanukkah. I grew up under this roof; I'd sure be an ungrateful gobshite if I left you high and dry, wouldn't I?"

Ben's eyebrows lifted—he'd been so accustomed to Reagan's falsified Jersey accent that when the Irish broke through it was always a shock. He giggled despite himself, also not missing the wink he received in response.

"I love having my boys here," Shoshana said wistfully, shoving the bowl of latke mix in Reagan's hands once he dried them. "It's just like old times."

The three of them worked together to get the remaining latkes fried, and when Shoshana disappeared into the living room to put on a record for the menorah lighting, Ben turned to Reagan, who already had a latke in hand.

"But what're you really doin' here," he asked quietly.

Reagan smiled before biting into the crispy potato and sour cream, chewing behind a modest hand and nodding his satisfaction at the taste. "Fuck you."

"Sometimes..." Ben didn't dare finish that thought, feeling rather than seeing the stony, expectant stare at the side of his head. "It's real nice of you to come home. I mean it. It…wouldn't have been the same. I can't remember a Hanukkah without you." He fiddled with the string of his own apron, leaning back into the counter. "Honestly I forget sometimes that your own holiday traditions were robbed from you because of me."

Reagan hooked an arm around Ben's neck and squeezed him against his side, still enjoying his latke. "Look, baby, get over it. I chose to stay 'cause I would've missed out on all of this. At that point, I knew you and Mama longer than I knew my family back home."

"But your parents..."

Reagan stilled for a split second, clearing his throat. "Well, yeah, it's hard for them. But…they're bein' taken care of over there. Don't worry too much about them."

"You had better not be eating those latkes right now," Shoshana yelled from the living room. "Those are for after the menorah!"

Reagan and Ben glanced at the remnant in Reagan's hand. He stuffed it in his gob and wiped his hand on his apron. "'Course not, Mama," he responded through just far too much potato for one mouth.

Ben laughed in his face and sighed. Things had not gone well for them that year. Between Reagan moving out of the house he bought for himself and Ben, not adjusting well to living apart again and manifesting their discomfort within a period of radio silence, not to mention their overall tension after their immoral decisions on Reagan's birthday a year prior, being this close to Reagan again and acting like nothing had gone wrong had a dual effect of soothing Ben and putting him on edge.

Almost as if reading his mind, Reagan gently knocked his knuckle under his chin. "So how's eighteen treated ya thus far?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "Two more months and it's over." He turned his face to Reagan's and observed his peaceful smile, eyes dropping briefly to his lips. "Looking forward to the future."

"Our future?"

"Oh, yeah," Ben murmured without a hint of sarcasm or irony. "Hittin' the gigs again, I'm excited."

"Good. 'Cause I really fuckin' missed you, kid."

Ben folded his arms and attempted to will himself not to blush so hard at realizing Reagan had just glanced at his lips. "Yeah. I missed you too, Reggie."

They moved into the living room to light the menorah with Shoshana and exchange their gifts, and later Reagan commanded the sleepy night by singing softly from the rocking chair, settling a blanket of musical love and warmth over Ben, sitting on the floor, and his mother, her eyes closed on the sofa.

Ben lost himself in the fire on the hearth as Reagan sang, and his eyes traveled up to the framed photo of his father above the mantle, watching over his family, virtually every aspect of him unknown but his face. Ben had his jawline and his eyes, and perhaps his ears, but that was essentially a stranger up there. A stranger he saw every time he looked in a mirror.

He looked at Reagan over his shoulder to find he had been singing a promise directly to the photo.

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Honest - Peter Vincent x Gender Neutral Reader

(I found this picture here on tumblr. Credit goes to the person who originally posted it. Same with the beautiful divider).

Summary - A one shot about being in a relationship with the one and only Peter Vincent (from the 2011 version of “Fright Night”) - Fluff

Warnings: A bit of angst when the loss of Peter’s parents is mentioned

If I left out any content warnings or made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know, so I can correct them.

I love how this story turned out, Peter is such a fun character. Thanks so much to my friend for helping to give me the confidence to post this. ❤️

You met Peter at the Hard Rock hotel in Vegas. You had been having dinner with a friend of yours there and after they left, you saw him sitting in the lobby. You wanted to talk to him, but you were a bit intimidated, because of his handsome features and his stylish clothes (that matched your own style perfectly), but, before you could stop yourself, you made your way to the seats. You kept your eyes straight ahead, and sat down across from him, though you didn’t look at him yet.

“Are you Carolyn?” He asked, and your eyes snapped up to meet his. He continued, “Our meeting was supposed to start at eight o’ clock”. You felt your face heat up as you told him, “I’m not Carolyn, and I didn’t know you had a meeting. I saw you and I came over here because I wanted to talk to you”. All your words seemed to leave your mouth in a single breath, and you hoped that you weren’t making him uncomfortable and that he had actually understood what you said.

Thankfully, he smiled at you and said, “Well, fortunately for me, Carolyn is late, and it doesn’t seem like she’ll be showing up tonight.” You laughed, relieved, but slightly taken aback that the situation was actually working out in your favour. “I’m Peter” he said. He had a British accent and his kind voice and bright eyes gave him a sort of effortless charm.

“Hi Peter” you replied, trying your best to keep your eyes on him and hoping you weren’t blushing as much as you felt like you were. You told him your name and the two of you began chatting about everything from your taste in books and music to whether or not you would ever get tattoos. He told you that he used to perform at the hotel, but he didn’t seem to be bragging or trying to impress you by saying that. If anything, he sounded bored talking about it. You, however, were very interested in his career, as horror had long been a passion of yours.

He told you stories about some of the many interesting places he’d been to, and you got the impression that he was adventurous and maybe a bit impulsive. Not to mention he was quite the flirt, though he was still a gentleman. He seemed to enjoy your company, just as you enjoyed his. After that, the two of you began meeting each other more and more. He took you to the movies often (with both of you having a fondness for classics) and he encouraged you to try new things, like different types of food you had never had before.

The first time you went to his penthouse, you were completely in awe. The dark, gothic and modern style was beautiful, and his vast collection of artifacts and ancient texts was fascinating. However, it took a long time before he was ready to tell you about his history with vampires, and why he had first started collecting the weapons and information he had.

He didn’t think you would believe him and, at first, you didn’t, but when he told you that he had lost his parents because of vampires, you not only believed him, you also appreciated the fact that that he trusted you enough to be honest with you about his past. You understood that he wanted to make sure that what had happened to his family never happened to him, and now, he wanted to make sure it never happened to you either.

Over time, as you got closer, you noticed that he no longer acted as recklessly as his stories told you he used to. “You keep me honest”, he had once said, wrapping his arms around you, before placing a kiss onto your lips. “and you make every day exciting for me”, you had replied, hugging him back as you kissed him again.

At this moment, Peter was lounging on one of the leather chairs in his suite, reading “The Master and Margarita”. More specifically, the part of the novel that he’d gotten to when he read to you to help you fall asleep the night before. He looked up from the page when he heard your voice: “Good morning”, you said, striding over to him while wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

“Morning love” he replied, grinning as you crawled into his lap and leaned against his chest, tangling your legs with his, which were clad in black pyjama pants. He held your hand and you suddenly remembered that you were wearing one of his rings. “Oh, right, can I borrow this please?” you asked him, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his. “Course you can”, he replied, kissing the back of your hand repeatedly and trailing his lips up to the ring. “Can I borrow this shirt please?” He teased, placing his hand over the fabric on your hip. “Very funny”, you said, playfully glaring at him. He laughed at the way you were trying to keep a smile off your face. “Love you”, he murmured in your ear, as he kissed your jawline.

“Love you too”.

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okay so i'm gonna be doing this AGAIN AAAA

killing eve 4x08 SPOILERS APLENTY MATES. WISH ME LUCK AAAAAA

WOW OKAY NOT SURPRISING BUT ALSO SO SURPRISING. GOOD FOR EVE OMWWWWWWWWWWWW. good that she used her skills!!!!!!

SHE CLIMBED A FUCKING TREE?

villanelle's Face. the whistle is terrifying. WELL DONE EVE OMW; vill's FACE OMW WHAT THAT WAS SO GRUESOME

HER HANDS ARE RED. "you know why i'm here." MMMMM. debatable eve <3 this is honestly such terrifying imagery. GUNN WTF

SHE FLIPPED HER THE BIRD OFC SHE DID. their faces are so amused omw wHat these murderous wives.

the inverse of their green and yellow,,,,,,, eve's green & yellow. SHE JUST SPUN HER AROUND????? AFTER SHE DEADASS CONFESSED THIS WHOLE FKN ADULT SHENANIGAN?? i Love v sometimes. they're terrible together <3

why is carolyn just. letting the thing go. no walking she's vibing in the airport HUGO?????

i am Shaking. i love her insults lmaooooooo

A BOTHY (google it) FUCKING CACKLING

mary poppins??? what an exclamation. of Course these two assholes end up in a couple's cabin Lmaooooo.

eve looks So very done. oh their clothes though,,,,,, "she stalked me" I LOVE THEM. THEY'RE JOKING LMAOOOO. their looks exchanged.

"maggie gave me a kidney" OF COURSE. vill is so worried <333 they are worrying kidney twins <3 OHHHH THEIR SCARS BAHAHAHA.

liking the upgraded safehouse though i will say.

hugo is a bizarre little man not sure if i feel anything particular for his New character. carolyn never liked him did she, but he Knows her psychologically huh. THE LISTENING DEVICES OMW i love her (all of them)

HE IS RUNNING BAHA OOPS. russian agents disguised as gfs lolllll

they're doing tarot cards??? ofc. oh the fireplace love <33 "i think i might kill them" "i think i might help you" they ARE in love your honour

ohhhhhhh,,,,,, of course vill agrees. eve is concerned. OH this is gonna foreshadow shit huh YUP. LOVE that she snorted. NOT AS A UNIT LMAOOOOO. SHE GOT A GOOD CARD?????? THAT'S SO LOVELY WAIT AWWWWW

"celestial light" AND BIBLICAL SYMBOLISM. "don't shove the sun" CRYING

the death card. totally not concerning at all. the Frown on her face,,,,, villanelle's hand on her shoulder oof

am concerned about carolyn lol

oh HER REASSURANCE. "you're a lot today" "i'm a lot every day" BAHA. good for them. THE FACE OF CONCERN w the sleeping bag. does eve snore. she absolutely does. oh,,,, the softness in vill's face. OH. OH THE SCAR OH MY WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I KNEW IT

eve's face. eve's actual face. i might cry AW i love them but hate them. they're smiling so big???? running off?????

NEITHER OF THEM know what is at a truck stop. true children <3 "SNACKS" i Love them. what the fuck were those accents. THE JELLY BEANS.

she is so childish. she absolutely refuses to let eve dancey dance. OH THE SONG GOT LOUDER. I LOVE THEM

_DON'T YOU WANT ME HOME_ AAA

the music just Stops. of course <3 EVE'S SO HAPPY ABOUT CURLY FRIES. i Love them. love them wholeheartedly but why is this man staring so intensely.

Oh Carolyn. AND PAM!!!?!?!?!?! oh,,, oh yeah. shit the letter,,,,,,,, "with a pizza cutter" oh her Face. her face,,,,, OF COURSE WAIT. OF COURSE.

eve????? "you're a psychopath" i Love them. have i mentioned? THE SALT ADDING. HOW TERRIBLE <333 oh shit. maybe they're misled too,,,,

oh she remembers bill. mmmmmm. unloved starting to play faintly cry

pam my sweet sweet child i love her. good for carolyn,,, "feelings are an inconvenience" well yes ofc for You <3 HER DAUGHTER CRY

yes geraldine Was supremely irritating.

why is she just,, going swimming? is she having a crisis lmao. PAM BAHA why are you encouraging her. this must have been sm fun to film. "just seen a dead fox" I LOVE THIS SHOW

THEY ARE IN LOVE. YOU KNOW HOW YOU CAN TELL THEY ARE HAVING A PISSING CONTEST UNLIKE WEIRD CARAVAN ASSHOLES <3 /big j

YOU ARE KIDDING ME THE SIMPLICITY IN THEIR KISS AND THEN EVEEEEEEEEE

OH THE SONG. THE SONG. OF COURSE

YOU ARE KIDDING OFC THEY'RE LIKE THAT. I ADORE THEM. I REALLY DO. I LOVE THEM SM

(MI6's Pub. of Course it is)

"eating pickle straight from the jar" BAHA. OHHHHHHHHH OFC THEY'RE ALL THERE. OFC. VILLANELLE BELOVED. "i miss havana" they are lovely.

oh no. eve. oh no. are they okay??? THANK her??? THAT'S SUCH A CHAOTIC THING TO THANK HER FOR BUT YEAH. YEAH. PREDICTABILITY. "mad endgame" yeah there Is no excuse. of course. but chaotic psychoanalysis,,,,,

carolyn Worry. worry. NOOOO VILLANELLE'S RUSSIAN GOODBYE I AM CRYING

She Changed The Meeting. "with my blessing"

PAMELA. oh no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THE AIR GUITAR OMW

i am so worried about what that dare might be. Oh No the Looking. THE BOAT WTFFFFFF

we have Twelve Minutes i am NOT ready. NOT READY.

i am gonna miss carolyn's weird remarks <333

pam and carolyn actually do make a good duo. Noooooooooo the game,,,,,,,, why the game,,,,,,,

"eve and loyalty is a dubious virtue" BUT WE ALWAYS KNEW THAT. ARE YOU KIDDING ARE THEY GONNA KILL EVE. YES PAM. YES PAM I LOVE YOU SM RN.

I'M SO PROUD. CAROLYN HAVE YOUR PLAN THWARTED <3

THAT'S what they call the boat? Dixie Queen??? do Not kill everyone. WHAT ARE THEY DOING. SHE PULLED HER IN FOR A KISS YOU ARE KIDDING ME. i am dead a thousand times over

Oh,,,,, oh the officiation. FOR A QUEER WEDDING

glad to see villanelle actively moving at least. NOOOOO THE GAS LEAK. EVE CANNOT DO THIS TO SAVE HER LIFE BAHA

you're KIDDING. THEY BROUGHT BACK TELL ME MY WORDDDD

eve being watched while she talks about kintsuki,,,,,,, i am Crying. AWWW EVE.

i am beyond worried about the gas leak. "Hello Losers" I LOVE HER HAVE I MENTIONED

eve is just loving life while villanelle is SHREDDING OMFWWWWWWW

villanelle. i am worried about you. OH HER FACE & TEARS. NO WHY IS SHE LEAVING. NOOOOO. VILL

THE BLOOD IS VISIBLE ON HER SHIRT. OH THEY'RE BY THE BRIDGE. OHHHHH. THE HUG. THE HUG,,,,,, WE HAVE FOUR MINUTES FUCK

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck they shot villanelle. fuckfuckfuxkfuckfuckfuck OH THEY'RE FALLING INTO THE WATER FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFJXK

they will probably both die huh. i will literally cry

no,,,,, of absolute course. EVEEEE. SCREW CAROLYN HONESTLY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK. I HAVE NEVER HATED HER MORE RN. THEY SHOULD HAVE KILLED EVE THESE ASSES. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. romeo and juliet but so not,,,,,,

oh my fuck. of course. i'm honestly not surprised. and the song,,,,,, i love this show. i will miss it forever and ever. i am so sorry vill. i will miss you forever and ever & thank you pwb (PWB SPECIFICALLY) for making such beautiful characters. final round of applause; i love them all. rest well, killing eve-- gbye <33

[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 17: Qikiqtarjuaq

Or, if Arthur had his way, Quikiqutarjuaqu?

Q (because The Name is very annoying to type) is, as I said back in my Boston post, not one of my favorites. And I wish it were, because, like Ottery St Mary (which has its own divisive moments), it has SO many classic bits. The traveling lemon! Le bear polar! Farewell bear facts! From that perspective it's incredible.

But it has a weird tone problem, and to me, the whole thing comes back to Nancy Dean Liebhart.

Yes, yes, it's because she's American and Americans on British sitcoms are never great, fine. But I think in this case it goes beyond that, because a lot of the episode ends up circling around her and her reactions. Martin wants to impress her; Douglas seems to (though it's not explicit) want to piss her off, if it'll mean dinging Martin in the self esteem in the process; Carolyn wants to show her that she doesn't matter. (Arthur, of course, just wants to tell people bear facts. Lovely Arthur.)

To be clear- the Martin-Carolyn plotline would have happened regardless, because he's genuinely pissed about having to cancel a paying job. Their whole scene feels a little bit... almost too much? Like, Carolyn is actually pretty cruel to him in her response to his request, and Martin's rant back to her is almost too pathetic, if that makes sense. It's internally consistent from an emotional standpoint, but it feels out of sync tonally with the rest of the episode- which is one of the reasons why I felt genuine uncomfortable when Douglas wanted to continue the traveling lemon game and Carolyn was like "oh well maybe not"... because Carolyn had just had a serious come-to-Jesus moment with Martin and Douglas was still in his own stupid world about trying to be an asshole.

Because here's the thing. Douglas was SUPER unprofessional throughout. The episode knows this obviously, and acknowledges it outright in the end. There's a power struggle between Martin and Douglas about it, and we've seen that before. But the difference is... I don't think that this one was actually very funny. It just feels like Douglas being a jerk for the sake of it, and then when that ends up involving things like the Bear Polar and Captain du Creff, which are gut-bustingly hilarious, they just go together like chalk and cheese.

To get back to Nancy Dean Liebhart- it's all her fault, in my opinion. She's just not funny, and as I said about Hester Macaulay in Cremona (who I don't think was as bad as this...), she needs to either be really funny or really wrong in order for the hijinks of the plot to work, and she's neither. All of the above conflicts circling around her (entirely reasonable!) complaints, and her weirdly arbitrary decision to pick on Martin about them which of course ends up being the place where the plot starts... it's just uncomfortable because she's basically right but the episode treats her like she's ridiculous.

I'm curious if any British listeners will disagree with me on this- I'm wondering if there's just a British trope of "naggy American woman" that makes this funny in the UK. Maybe some kind of Karen trope, but where it doesn't matter what the complaint is as long as the accent is (mostly) right? I don't know. Nancy is definitely somewhat Karen-y in how she comes across and how she talks to people, but her points are largely valid (and therefore not super funny) and that's fatal for a character like her. It forces us to pay more attention to Douglas's response and how he's being deliberately spiteful specifically to screw with Martin, and to the weirdly intense Martin-Carolyn subplot, and then contrasts it with the nutty Bear Polar subplot and Arthur and his bears, which are all super silly. And it leads to it just being... strange, tonally, and not in a way that I personally like.

Without her, I think a lot of the same things COULD have happened, but they'd have happened on their own terms. We could have seen Martin be annoyed at Douglas for the Hitchcock cabin address and seen that as "Martin being a stickler" rather than "the paying customer being annoyed," and it would have been more like other similar episodes where Martin is the safe pilot and Douglas is the good one. We'd have seen Martin be annoyed about not being paid and having his paying work sabotaged, and maybe even him taking that out on Douglas a bit. And I think it would have de-intensified certain things in a way that would have helped. Nancy Dean Liebhart just fucked with the rhythms of the show and wasn't even funny enough to justify it.

This whole rant makes it seem like I hate the episode, and... I don't, really. There are too many good moments. But I have to watch it with my finger on the "skip" button.

[sleepylixie]

Only Fools Rush In

Crown Prince! Jeongin X fem! Reader

Fantasy AU, Loose retelling of Sleeping Beauty.

7k words, Platonic pairing, Beware of non-graphic mentions of death( only mentions, with respect to curses and dark magical behaviour ), slight violence in fight scenes (not explicit at all), NO mentions of blood.

Songs: Can’t Help Falling in Love(DARK) - Tommee Profitt // Tomorrow We Fight - Tommee Profitt ft. Svrcina

|| Prologue ||

A/N: @magicbehindwords ​ hello, Carolyn! Tis me, your Secret Santa!! Man, you have the chillest vibes, I really enjoyed figuring out this fic for you! I had something entirely different planned, but you saying you enjoyed a good high fantasy read ended with me happily derailing and plunging into the Fantasy Woods instead xD I hope you enjoy this offering(I know it’s really late hhh I’m vv sorry T^T) 

There will be one more fic joining my pair of Christmas gift fics! As a part of @hanflix​ With Love, Chistmas holiday collab, I will be posting a Jisung fic soon! Anyways, onto the fic!! Do let me know what you think, my ask box is open! ~

Drop me an Ask! || Masterlist

It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

1-JEONGIN

“.....Crown Princess of the Western Isles.”

An elegantly dressed young lady stood before Jeongin, her hair falling over her shoulders as she sank into a neat curtsy. He cursed himself for not catching her name during her herald. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Highness,” her voice was a smooth serenade, the words rising and falling in an unfamiliar accent . Her eyes didn’t flit away from his gaze or widen in flirtation, but maintained a steady gaze akin to his own. Jeongin’s brow arched slightly- she was brazen, playfully so.

“The pleasure is all mine, my lady.” He bowed back slightly, suppressing a sigh at the repeated action he was forced to perform. He had been meeting the multitude of ladies Ataloria had to offer for what felt like time immemorial.  It was the same old thing, over and over again- bow, exchange pleasantries, have them whisked away by the herald before speaking about anything of consequence. The hall was abuzz with quiet laughter and chatter, the excitement palpable for the biggest celebration the kingdom had seen in centuries- The Rose Gala. 

Ataloria was a kingdom ruled by women ever since it’s conception- queens of enormous power, wealth and cunning who turned the once tiny valley town into the biggest empire of its confederation. While a queen could rule Ataloria solo, a royal son would require a woman in wedlock to rule with him, cementing his place on the throne for him. To make sure their kingdom’s prince found a suitable wife before his coronation, the tradition of The Rose Gala was born. 

In the son’s 18th year,  a celebration would be held in Ataloria inviting ladies from every corner of the kingdom to the Rose Palace(his home) for a chance at the Crown Prince’s hand. Such was the fairness of the bygone queens- they believed that nobility was a reflection of character, not blood. 

“May I have this dance, Your Highness?” Jeongin met the princess’ eyes, surprised- none of the previous ladies he’d met had yet to ask him for a dance, but here was this princess, her twinkling eyes matching her smile as she held her gloved hand out. A smile pulled up the side of his lips as he accepted her hand, leading her into the centre of the dance floor. She was bold, playfully so- he liked it. 

The band picked up a soulful waltz piece as Jeongin swept the princess into his arms, the two of them melting naturally against each other as they began to move. She was well- trained, Jeongin noted, because she moved with fluid ease, balancing her movements with his despite this being their first dance together.

“How has the Gala been so far, Your Highness?” Her accent was less pronounced than it was before, but Jeonign shrugged it off. It was likely because he was getting accustomed to it. “It has been quite an interesting affair, my lady. I hope the preparations for your arrival and living have been up to your standards.”

“You live in a beautiful city, Your Highness” she giggled lightly as Jeongin twirled her out and back into his arms, unfaltering in their motions. “Yes, the capital of Ataloria has lived up to the many expectations that us outlanders had of it… But I wonder, Are you always this formal?” He allowed a smile of his own to creep up his face- her stubbornly casual behaviour intrigued him more than he’d like to admit. “If you insist on thinking me formal, I must insist that you address me by my chosen name and not by my title… your name, my lady?”

An amused grin lit up the princess’ face, her hand tightening almost infinitesimally on his shoulder as the music crescendoed to a high.

“Y/N, Your Highness. My name is Y/N.”

//

2-JEONGIN

The moon was creeping higher in the sky when Jeongin slipped into the highest tower in the north wing. It had been a struggle to slip away from The Rose Gala, a faked headache finally allowing him to rush back to his chambers and gather up his belongings so he could sneak his way to the North Tower.

His previous princely outfit had been exchanged to lighter, more rugged garments of the darkest black, embroidered with threads of silver. A snicker bubbled to his lips at the thought of the ladies in the Rose Hall, of how they’d react if they saw their sweet yet aloof prince like this- scratching a pentagram onto the stone floor with an air of familiarity he hadn’t exhibited to them. 

Spellcasting had been a guilty passion for Jeongin ever since he sat in on his mother’s meeting with the silver-eyed spellcaster coven that resided just outside Ataloria’s borders, thoroughly intrigued by how they wove enchantment into words and items like it was second nature. He was forbidden from interacting with them, however. His mother told him that some knowledge was beyond the ears of an ordinary mortal and such boundaries must be respected without error. 

However, curiosity had driven him to swipe a few books from the coven elders, fascinated by all the information that lay between the covers. It became a habit to steal some of the spellcasters’ books during their visits, replicate them as soon as possible and return them to their original resting place in the coven’s temporary living chambers.

Over time and innumerable incidents of trial and error, he learnt to wield the energy that thrummed in the world around him. Starting from simple levitation, he worked his way through more and more complex spells as his capabilities expanded. Not a single soul knew about the prince’s penchant for spellcasting- it was a secret he guarded fiercely, for fear that he would be frowned upon and misunderstood for communing with dark spirits. 

Sitting back on his haunches, Jeongin admired his handiwork- purple candles decorating the cardinal directions on the pentagram, the flames flickering a warm yellow. 5 crystals lay in a circle in the center of the pentagram, all identical in shape but unique in shade. Sigils of protection, enhancement and power decorated the edges and also littered the floor in a circle around him. 

Since most of his arcane knowledge came more from reading than practicing, he’d spent months in this very tower room, mouthing the incantations until he was fluent in the foreign language and practicing drawing the sigils until he could draw them in his sleep. There was too much at stake with this spell to get something wrong- the safety of Ataloria, to be specific.

Saying the first words of the incantation out loud stirred something wild in his veins, instantly feeling every wave of energy throbbing around him. It was darker, stronger, almost turbulent in nature, unlike the freely flowing, easily shaped energy he’d always encountered before. But he would endure, because this spell was not a question of just his capabilities, but also the country he’d one day rule.

This Winter Solstice night, he would cast the biggest spell of his short life as a spellcaster.

This Winter Solstice night, he would cast a warding spell around the Atalorian borders.

If everything went perfectly, the warding spell would need no renewal- it would transcend the life of the caster and instead be latched to the power of the kingdom’s crown.

Shivers of cold anticipation slid over his body as the energy began to swirl around the pentagram, his focus honed to a razor sharp edge as his words began to bend it to his will. It was time.

//

3-JEONGIN

Jeongin knew that something was wrong the second he stepped out of the tower. The Rose Gala wasn’t the quietest affair; the muted sounds of string instruments and chatter had rung through the walls until he cast a sound-dampening spell around the North Tower. Now, despite lifting the spell and stepping out… an eerie silence hung in the air, heavy and stifling. There was none of the merry-making that he’d heard before. 

Keeping to the shadows, he crept down the corridor towards the main staircase and stopped short. The guards posted near the sliding doors of the north wing were fast asleep, leaning against the wall and slumped onto the floor. A shiver slithered down Jeongin’s spine. This wasn’t normal. The guards in the palace were nowhere close to lax in security, especially during nights of revelry.

Catching hold of one guard’s shoulder, he shook him hard, hoping that the jostling would wake him up. But he only crumpled to the floor, completely unaware of the world. Almost like he was….no, He couldn’t be. Jeongin fell to his knees before the man, scrabbling for a pulse at the man’s wrist- no, he was alive. Very much so.  The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he got to his feet, warily scanning the top of the main staircase on the other side of the sliding doors. The silence was almost deafening as he made his way towards the staircase, looking down at the main lobby of the castle- 

Everybody was asleep.

It was almost like a wave of sleep had taken over every guard, guest and staff in the palace, rendering them silent and slumped on the floor the second they encountered it. A maid was leant against a pillar, a tray of champagne lying toppled next to her. A herald lay on the floor, curled up next to the skirts of a slumbering lady in red silk.

Stumbling away from the bannister, he collapsed on the top stair, a rush of panic overwhelming him- was he at fault for this? Surely he wasn’t… But what if he was? What had he done wrong? Was the timing off? How was he to fix this?? What was he going to do-

That was when he heard it.

Cutting through the thick silence was a husky, haunting melody, singing words that tore through his mind, bringing back faded childhood memories. He remembered being afraid first, finding solace next in the voice and its wistful song. As he grew up, his slumber came faster and deeper, rendering him unable to listen to the walls’ song. But he didn’t forget the words. He never did.

However, the voice didn’t echo from the walls the way he remembered- this time, it was coming from the very hall The Rose Gala was held in.

“Wise men say only fools rush in...

But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

The voice continued singing the same lines as Jeongin hurried down the staircase and towards the hall, the open doors spilling the chandeliers’ lights into the modestly candle lit corridor. The marble floor of the hall was laden with ladies’ skirts and gentlemen’s capes and cloaks, every single person including his dear parents and family fast asleep- except for one.

Y/N.

Jeongin watched as she sang to herself, her arms held out almost as if she was… she was waltzing with somebody. There was something so haunting about the sight to Jeongin- maybe it was the song that spilled so easily from her lips or the way she danced with nobody but the air to accompany her. Her skirts clutched in one hand, she swept back and forth in front of one of the windows, the only person awake amongst a sea of sleeping people. 

“Wise men say only fools rush in...

But I can’t help falling in love with you…”

“You can come in, Your Highness.” her voice lacked the Isle accent he heard before-if anything, she had the exact same accent as his own. “This is, after all, your palace.”

So much for staying hidden. Jeongin cautiously stepped into the hall, eyes narrow as he marked her every movement. But she was calm as she dropped her arms to her sides, turning to face him from across the hall, her smile the exact same as before- brazen, confident, playful.

“Do you have something to do with this, Y/N?” He demanded, his voice quivering with the pent-up panic he was struggling to control. “Oh no, Your Highness,” Y/N responded,  beginning to pick her way across the sleeping people towards him. “That’s the question I must ask you. What did you do to my home?”

Jeongin instantly stiffened, one hand going to his belt for his dagger and the other, encompassed in ice-cold hoarfrost. There was no point in hiding his powers, especially if he was alone with…. Whoever she was. To his shock, her eyes lit up in joyous surprise. “Oh, I see you’ve learnt to conjure the elements. You’ve come far in your spellcasting studies, Your Highness.”

“Greetings, Your Highness. I am Y/N, the guardian of the Rose Palace.” 

“Oh, this sweet girl?” she raised her arm before brushing back her intricately curled hair with an uncaring flick of her hand. “ Her name is Yelina. She asked me to… assist her in courting you. I assure you, Your Highness, I’m not from the Western Isles nor do I have the need to spy on you.”

“Assist? Yelin- What are you going on about?” Jeongin’s temper finally reached a fever pitch, his voice raising in frustration. “I expect a straight answer from you, whatever your name is. Who are you, and do you have anything to do with this?”

The young lady in front of him dipped into a bow- it wasn’t the neat curtsy he’d seen at the beginning of the night. This was a deep, sweeping bow, almost mocking in nature as she nearly knelt to the floor and rose in one fluid motion. 

Her eyes were silver when they met his, a stark contrast from the dark eyes that had peered out of her face before. “And you, young prince, have just caused trouble you might not be able to mend.”

“How do you know that, Y/N?” Jeongin’s voice was as cold as the ice wreathing his fingers, his jaw tightening as he struggled to keep his rising anger in check. “Do the Western Isles dare to spy on its future monarch?”

Just as Jeongin began to advance toward her, his eyes blazing with fury at her twisted answers, a velvet soft laugh from the doors cut through his haze of anger. He caught the way Y/N’s face paled, her demeanour stiffening as she caught sight of who stood behind him. Whirling around, he saw a man walk into the hall, his plump lips pulled back in a satisfied smirk.

“How very quaint of you, guardian.”

His voice was dark, almost sensual in it’s smoothness, a terrible age ringing in every syllable. His hair was a deep purple, drizzled with streaks of white that hung inelegantly over his eyes.  A dark cloak fastened at one shoulder fluttered around his feet as he moved further into the hall. There was something wrong with this man, Jeongin realized as his grip tightened on his dagger. The energy in the room had taken a nosedive with his arrival, leaving him with barely a few strands to hold onto. 

“Nobody nor the stars give a damn about your opinion, Chris.”

Jeongin started at Y/N’s cold voice ringing from next to him, her eyes narrowed in derision as she stared down the purple-haired man. However, the man wasn’t fazed in the least, his smile only widening in response. “Is that any way to talk to your elder, young one?”

That was when Jeongin noticed the flash of quicksilver in Chris’ eyes- identical to Y/N’s.

Spellcasters.

//

4- Y/N

“You’re no more my elder than that band of heathens you used to lead.” you spit,  stepping in front of Jeongin. You could sense his surprise as he watched your form change- hair turning white, your forehead wreathed with icy blue flames. It probably must be quite overwhelming for him, but you couldn’t spare that much throught- Chris was not to touch a single strand of his hair, stars be damned. 

“You’re not welcome here, Chris. Begone.”

“When has that ever stopped me, little one?” Chris’ silver eyes narrowed in a sardonic smile- only, it wasn’t a smile but a soulless show of teeth. “Besides,the intention of my visit was only to extend a hand of gratitude to the crown prince behind you.”

To his credit, Jeongin didn’t so much as flinch, matching Chris’s stare for icy stare. “From the guardian’s stance, I presume your hand of gratitude isn’t one to clamour for.” A rueful smile dragged your lips upward; Jeongin had never been the type to mince his words.

“I must insist, Your Majesty,” Chris’ very stance glittered with the stench of malice, your magic tingling unpleasantly around you. “Or must I call you Jeongin, for you will not remain a royal much longer?”

“I’ll stop you right there.” You growled, fists clenching as blue flames sparked alive in your hands again. “Do not speak of the crown prince that way.”

“Or what, little one?” Chris laughed aloud. “Will your sweet crown prince run his country to doom yet again?”

“W-What-” Jeongin spluttered behind you, confused and bewildered. Chris cut through his stammered sentence, his words carrying over Jeongin’s. “Your spell backfired, princeling. Instead of protecting your kingdom, you sent them all to the one place where they’d never be harmed- their sleep. If only you knew the nuances of spellcasting. Stolen knowledge can only do so much, you know. I allowed you to steal the books, foolish mortal boy. Did you really think you were sneaky enough to swipe from spellcasters??” Chris snarled mockingly at you and Jeongin. You could sense the terror rippling off your prince; taste it like copper on your tongue.

“ Your kingdom will fall to death soon, all because you couldn’t keep your sticky mortal hands to yourself and mess with power you don’t deserve to know, princeling. All of this,” he exclaimed, throwing his arms out wide in sinful exultation, “Will belong to the heathens Y/N spoke about-” And a spear of fire threw him off his feet, sending him flying and crumpling against the far wall.

Stalking towards his prone figure, you pulled him up and slammed him against the wall, your hands clutching his cloak. A line of blue blood trickled down from his hairline to your sick satisfaction, his lips pulled back in a pained snarl. A snake of your flames bound his arms together as you stared him down, silver for silver.

“This kingdom has never been yours, neither will it ever be.” Your voice was soft, icy, pointed. “It belongs to Ataloria now and stars be damned if I don’t make sure it stays that way.” 

“You’re a traitor to your own kind, Y/N.” Chris spat in your face, struggling against the flames around his wrists. “Do what you wish to stop this. You and I both know this curse will be fulfilled by that foolish mortal you protect. You’ll get your comeuppance when your princeling’s folly renders this kingdom obsolete,little one. That’s a promise.”

With those final jarring words, he disappeared in a plume of red smoke, leaving you alone with a shell-shocked Jeongin and Ataloria’s sleeping citizens.

//

5- Y/N

“The land that Ataloria stands on is home to a lot more history than you know, Your Highness.” You bustled into the basement kitchen with the prince at your heels. Jeongin slumped in a chair at the wooden table, his head hidden in his hands. You couldn’t recognize if it was fear, regret or anger, because the only thing you could sense from the prince was a mixture of emotions too complex to gauge.

The both of you had spent the last couple of hours placing temporary warding charms over the entirety of Ataloria- If your brother could break in, god knows what else could. It was no mean feat, especially for two spellcasters and a vast country. But Jeongin rose to the task, his brow furrowed with concentration as he burned perfectly drawn sigils onto the map and spoke incantations with a clear, soulless tongue. The sun rose as you worked on the warding charms- it was bordering early afternoon by the time you led him to the kitchen. It fascinated you how easily the craft came to him; it wasn’t natural for a mortal with no magic in his veins.

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” He sounded small, exhausted, shattered. The night must have been extremely overwhelming for him, you realized. The pressure of being responsible for an entire kingdom’s destruction must not be the easiest weight to carry. “If you’re guardian of this palace, then why didn’t you do something to stop me?” You could hear the blame, the self-loathing in every sentence, but you let him speak. “All these years, you watched me through the walls, sang me lullabies, but didn’t bother to stop me from digging myself a spellcaster grave.”

You gulped, pulling yourself together as you took a seat next to Jeongin. This was not going to be an easy story.

“Your Highness-”

“Call me Jeongin.”

“This story possibly holds the key to righting the wrongs of the night past. Do yourself the favour of listening, Jeongin.” A wave of his hand and straightened posture signalled you to speak, the only response you received.

“The entirety of the Southern Sphere was ruled by spellcasters, their power much greater than those of the spellcasters in your country. Then, this area was called Erus Nox. The spellcasters ruled with great pride and fairness- mortal and Spellcaster coexisting amongst each other with great peace. The capital was not too far from what you now call the Western Isles. Over the centuries, corruption began to take root as it did in any great empire. Many spellcasters did not believe that mortals deserved rights equal to their own, that mortals were the inferior race because of the magic their veins couldn’t hold.

“Soon enough, there were mortal killings in the bowels of the city.News reached my- the Spellcaster King and he ordered his cavalry to round up the perpetrators and have them publicly sentenced to the gallows for breaking the peace. That decision didn’t sit well with the spellcaster nobility, who were now driven to believe that the King.. our king favoured the mortals more than his own blood. Rumors were circulated that the royal family were weak beings, pandering to the whims of their mortal population...it wasn’t true. None of it was. But it spread like wildfire, and suddenly there were mass killings in the suburban areas and the noble circle every other day.”

“Wait, how do you know so much about this?” Jeongin asked you suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. “This clearly isn’t common information. Were you.. Were you one of the rebel forces?!”

“No, you impatient brat.” You bit out, your clenched fists creasing crescent shaped indents into your palms as Jeongin stopped short at your unfamiliar, condescending tone. “If you absolutely must know, I was the crown princess of Erus Nox. Don’t interrupt me, or I will freeze your mouth shut.” A glimmer of amusement flashed past Jeongin eyes at the barely-veiled threat, aware of how different you sounded from barely minutes ago.  He nodded at you to continue, so you did.

“My father and I were particularly outspoken against the heathens ravaging the country. We did everything in our power to curb the nonsense, the fanaticism of the rabid spellcaster rebellion. Towards the final days of the… the era, my family and I rallied the mortals and sent them to the closest mortal-dominated towns in the country. By the time the last human group left, it was too late.

“The rebels broke down the wards and- and sent nearly my entire family to the darkness. My father and I fought until we were forcibly subdued. I was made to watch as my father breathed his last, strung up to the throne I was meant to inherit.”

“From his last dying breaths, my father cursed the entire kingdom to fall apart the second he passed. He cursed the land to only cater to a mortal queen when the right lady stepped up, and continue to have only queens in power- may the masses be ruled by the very race they considered inferior. But before he could complete his incantation, he passed into the darkness.”

“Because of the holes his incomplete incantation left behind, the rebel forces brought in Chris to lighten the weight of the curse.- my trusted advisor and confidant,” You shook your head bitterly, the betrayal still ice in your spine. “He was my trusted advisor and confidant, a spellcaster inferior in power only to my family.

“He had no choice but to let the mortal queens part run its course- but he wrote into existence that one day, a mortal prince with a penchant for spellcasting would be born. When he came of age, he would prick himself on the sharp edge that is the art of spellcasting and bring down disaster upon the kingdom as he knows it. At which point, the crown-less kingdom would be ripe for the spellcasters’ picking, heralding the royal son’s folly as a reason for the mortals’ inability to rule- Erus Nox would be restored in all it’s bloody glory for these savage, power-drunk hordes.”

“As for me, well,” You let out a bitter laugh. “Chris had other plans for me. He had resented being my subordinate all along, and took the opportunity to even out his petty grudge. He bound my soul to the castle that was meant to become my home after my coronation, forcing me to watch Erus Nox’s destruction from what was meant to be my chosen headquarters.”

You sighed as you struggled to keep your voice steady, bluntly ignoring the glance of pity that Jeongin sent to you. “He magically sewed my lips shut, forbade me from speaking about the curse and the crusade to anybody, destroying most of my magic reserve and reducing me to.. Well, Guardian of the Rose Palace. But it seems,” you grinned wickedly, your demeanour switching instantly from forlorn to...wild and wicked. “Chris has always had a chronic problem of underestimating me, despite having to trail after my skirts for decades on end.  He weakened his curse on me in the heat of the moment back in the hall, when he told me to do what I wish to stop him.” Jeongin’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping in surprise.

“S-So, you’re free?”

“Well,” you cocked your head in thought. “As free as I can be, without a body to inhabit. This young lady’s body is already quite tired out from the exertion I put her through…. But that’s besides the point.” Your eyes glittered in thinly veiled joy, tinged with malice. “This time, he’s truly going to get what’s coming for him.”

//

6- JEONGIN

“Chris left a glaring loophole in his incantation. It was a possibility he didn’t entertain, because it was a sheer impossibility in his eyes.” Jeongin listened closely as Y/N laid out the information she’d gathered over the years, and the conclusions she’d arrived at from it. The two of them were still sitting at the table where Y/N told him about the story of Erus Nox. His heart was heavy from the pain he felt from her words- being a prisoner in the same castle you were meant to rule from must have been the worst kind of pain to bear.

“..He did not consider the possibility of the mortal prince being alive to right the wrong he had committed.”

Jeongin gasped, sitting up straight in surprise. “That seems like a stupid possibility to overlook.”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Jeongin.” You chuckled. “It was quite by chance that I noticed the discrepancy, but yes. Chris’ curse will be obsolete if you undo the spell you wrongly cast.”

He shrugged, leaning back against the chair. “How do you propose we do that?”

Y/N’s fingertips pressed against each other, her elbows balanced on the table edge. “That warding spell you tried to cast- show me what you did. If we were to find out where you went wrong and undo it, Ataloria must likely be revived.”

Jeongin rubbed the back of his neck in thought, processing Y/N’s words. “How long will it take for you to find my errors?”

“Depends on how long the incantation is. ”

“Then what are we waiting for? You know where the North Tower is.”

“Stars above, Chris is a nasty hellhound for letting you swipe this book,” Y/N cursed, carefully taking the book from him and flipping it open. “This book contains incantations that even the most seasoned spellcasters of the current age can’t cast right.” Jeongin’s shoulders slumped as he took a seat on the floor next to her kneeling form.

Stepping carefully over the throngs of peacefully slumbering people, Jeongin led Y/N up to the North Tower. The room was as he’d left it- chalk smudges and bits of purple wax dotting the floor. Pulling open a dusty drawer, Jeongin picked out the book he’d taken the incantation from. 

“I really should have kept my nose out of spellcasting. “He muttered softly, watching her turn the brittle browned pages carefully. “Would have saved the world a lot of trouble.”

“You’re such a self-absorbed little thing,” Y/N quipped, still absorbed in the pages of the spellbook. “This was your destiny, one that Chris wrote for you. You’d have come across spellcasting and fallen in love with its craft in one way or another. Besides, you’re in the presence of a master spellcaster- Oh, is it this one?” Y/N pointed at the page in front of her.

Jeongin nodded miserably. “Yes, that’s the one. This is the modification I came up with.” He pulled out a dog-eared, heavily scribbled piece of paper from between the book’s leaves, handing it to her.

“You’ve got some balls trying this incantation without any formal training, that too with modifications!!” Y/N exclaimed, scanning the pages of the incantation. “I’m surprised that an eternal sleep is all you caused after ruining it.If you had cast this right, it would have completely removed the possibility of a siege on Ataloria’s borders ever again.”

“I know. That was why I took the risk of casting it. It would have been ideal to protect the borders.”

“No, you don’t get it.” She spared him a glance laden with calculated curiosity, “This spell is extremely volatile, because of the number of variables it includes- even more so with your changes.  It’s strong enough to ward away any mortal or spellcaster who isn’t welcome within its borders. This could decimate the spellcaster siege,  if you recast it right. It’s… It’s genius. You’re better than I anticipated.”

“It was all for naught, I ruined it regardless,” Jeongin sighed. “If you’re that good of a spellcaster, can you undo and recast the spell instead?”

“I am still a spirit, so the doors to these kinds of spellcasting are closed to me.” You frowned. “It will take me a long time and power I am yet to find to cast a body for myself, so the fastest way to revive Ataloria would be for you to undo the spell with my guidance.”

An iceberg lodged itself into Jeongin’s heart at the thought of having to cast a spell again. He swallowed thickly, the fear turning his thoughts slow and sluggish. “I’m not sure that is a good idea. I’m clearly not meant to dabble in spellcasting, I’m but a mortal-”

“Does spellcasting make your blood sing, Jeongin?”

It only took Jeongin a split- second’s thought to answer her question. “Yes.”

“Then why must you be scared of failure?” Y/N’s eyebrow arched. “Even spellcasters make mistakes. That doesn’t stop us from pursuing the craft, does it? Also..you’re not alone now, Jeongin.” She placed a warm hand on his shoulder. “ This craft was never meant to be exclusive. I knew mortal spellcasters who bent energy to their will much better than many spellcasters by blood. You’re a natural at this. I believe in you.”

Jeongin’s face crumpled as a few tears escaped his eyes unbidden. The idea of pursuing spellcasting beyond a hidden passion sent a thrill through his body despite the havoc his previous attempt had caused. The possibility of failure, as daunting as it was, only pushed him to practice more, be better- He wiped the tears away. If not for himself, at least for the good of Ataloria...

“Are you certain that this spell could protect Ataloria from future harm?”

“Absolutely. I’m sure of it.” she sounded confident; Jeongin had no reason to distrust her.

“You truly believe that I can undo the spell ?”

Y/N stood up, the book in one hand as she held out the other for him to take. “I do. Are you up for the challenge, Your Highness?” She used the title like a teasing nickname, her eyes creasing into a smile as Jeongin took her hand, hauling himself to his feet.

“As much as I’ll ever be.” 

7-JEONGIN

//

“Do you remember everything I told you?” Y/N leaned against the door of the North Tower, watching closely as Jeongin went through the same preparations as last night. The pentagram and sigils drawn, the crystals and candles laid out, Y/N’s paper of corrections and developments on the new spell clutched in Jeongin’s hand.

“Yes, I think so.” He huffed out a breath, the air fogging in front of him. The sun had set, giving way to the twilight darkness. This night was eerily similar to the night before- the sun was high in the sky, the stars against the cloudless sky. But tonight, his kingdom’s fate hung in the balance, because a group of magical elitists couldn’t admit defeat. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” His gratitude clearly caught Y/N off-guard, judging from her widened eyes and parted lips. “Oh- I-”

His thoughts wandered to the people that lay deep in slumber around the castle and the kingdom- his people. Their fate and safety lay in his untrained novice spellcaster hands. Jeongin’s jaw tightened, his resolve strengthened. He would do everything right this time around, no matter what it took. For his people.

Before she could answer, a resounding boom ripped through the tower, shaking the floor under their feet. Amidst the pebbles and tiles falling from the ceiling, Jeongin saw Y/N hurry to the window in the tower wall, her expression shifting from confusion to fury.

“Chris realized his mistake.” The words sent a chill down Jeongin’s spine. The energy-sucking feeling he’d felt in Chris’ presence was one he did not wish to encounter again-

“I’ll hold him off,” Y/N’s brow and wrists blazed in the same icy blue fire he’d seen that morning, her silver eyes flashing dangerously. “No matter what, don’t step out of the room, do you understand?”

That was when Jeongin saw the silver line etched at the entrance of the door, a flare of silvery energy encompassing the entire room around him- A forcefield. Y/N stood on the other side, her voice loud yet muffled as another explosion rocked the foundations of the tower. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND, JEONGIN??”

The energy that picked up around him was as wild as he remembered, a hurricane almost throwing him off his feet from the time he uttered the first words. If anything, it was almost chaotic, the wind screaming in his ears as he struggled to keep the incantation running. It was almost like the energy did not wish to be undone, rebelling against his attempts to right the wrong.

“YES, YES I DO!” He yelled, lunging for the spellbook that had fallen to the floor. He had no time to spare, maybe if he worked the incantation fast enough no harm would befall Y/N or his people, there were his people in the castle, he couldn’t mess up-

He could hear the distant crackle of fire and the screech of metal outside the forcefield- Y/N was making good on her word. It would only be fitting if he did the same. 

8- Y/N

//

You dodged another arrow of ice, a hiss slipping through your teeth as you pulled yourself to your feet. “Tired already little one?” Chris called out, his fists ablaze with red-tinted ice. His eyes blazed a bright silver, almost white as he advanced towards you.

“You wish, blood traitor,” You snarled back, tossing a wave of  shadow energy at Chris, but he only danced out of range. “It seems to be so!” He cackled, another gust of energy pushing you backwards on the smooth marble. 

The two of you stood at the entrance to the North Tower, right outside the forcefield you’d left around Jeongin. You could only hope that he was doing everything you told him to do. You gritted your teeth, rallying what was left of your magic. Yelina’s body was strong, but she wasn’t a spellcaster. The constant magic use was taking a toll on her while the stress of inhabiting a mortal body taking a toll on you. Your magic wasn’t made to inhabit a mortal body for too long-you could only hope that the two of you held out long enough to give Jeongin the time he needed…It was time for some old-fashioned trickery.

“You can’t get through the forcefield I put around him even if you get past me, Chris. It’s beyond your capabilities.” You grinned at the way Chris’ eyes narrowed. You’d hit the right nerve. “I know for a fact you’re too proud to bring any of your heathens with you,” you taunted further, revelling in his clenched fists. “Keep your nasty tongue to yourself, Y/N-”

“You were embarrassed by the loophole you left, weren’t you?” the mocking sweetness in your tone had a growl ripping out of Chris’ throat, an angry vine of energy flying towards you. You ducked, allowing it to break through the plaster and cement of the wall behind you, a raucous laugh bubbling up your throat. Keep him occupied, keep him occupied until Jeongin completes the incantation-

“You came here alone to fix it. You’re just as I remember, Courtesan,” you exclaimed, dancing out of the way of Chris’ attacks, until one flash of lightning caught you unawares, slamming you against the wall. Chris’s purple hair was almost black in the darkness as he materialized in front of you, his snarl showing pulled back teeth ready to pounce. His hand tightened around your neck, squeezing slowly. “I should have killed you that day in the throne room-”

“ Social climbing, greedy, proud,” you choked on the little remaining air you had left in your lungs,  defiantly staring Chris down. “Always overshadowed, can’t do a single thing right-”

“You little-”

Your eyes screwed shut, waiting for the final blow- which never came.

//

9-JEONGIN

“You- There’s no way you reversed the spell-” Chris screamed, his silvery bright eyes almost white in the moonlight darkness. He could feel Chris’ magic rebel against his own, the intensity almost enough to make Jeongin see stars, but he held on. His magic’s grip tightened on Chris, who choked and spluttered to silence.

“You’re not welcome here, Chris.” Jeongin’s voice was louder than he thought, bolts of magic bodily pulling him away from Y/N. She slumped to the ground, coughing and spluttering, but his attention was speared upon the thrashing man in the clutches of Jeongin’s roiling magic.

“Y/N told me you had a chronic problem of underestimating people.” He sounded calm, almost conversational to his own ears. How was he so calm?

“I must agree for tonight, a foolish mortal boy will be the reason for your downfall. I hope your entire association remembers that before ever thinking of laying siege upon my kingdom again. Leave, Chris. And never return.”

“I would not lay my bets on that, mortal scum.” Chris snarled, finally finding his tongue before dissolving into thin air, Jeongin’s magic letting him leave. The castle was alive yet again, with faint murmurs and loud screams. He could hear the sound of life everywhere- and it finally hit him. He succeeded.

An incredulous laugh spilled from his throat, almost instinctively moving towards Y/N as his grin grew wider. He’d succeeded, he saved them, he did it all by himself-

He knelt before her, gently helping her sit up and open her eyes.. Dark eyes that were decidedly not the silver he’d gotten accustomed to. It was Yelina that stared back at him, not Y/N- her eyes narrowed in exhaustion, the previous injuries inflicted by the fight against Chris nowhere to be seen.

“Y-Your Highness?” Yelina’s Isles accent was back in full force, and it was all he could do to school his face into a mask of bland relief. His tongue instantly cooked up a suitable lie for their location while his mind raced- where was Y/N? Why did she disappear ? Did he do something wrong again?

Until he heard it.

A husky, haunting melody that seemed to echo from within the walls of the castle, the sad melody sounding unmistakably joyous to his ears. Y/N hadn’t left, he realized. She was right here, as she always was. Her curse was weakened, she’d said- not broken. She was still a prisoner of The Rose Palace.

Jeongin smiled a secret smile to himself as he led Yelina back into the castle, a quiet promise made between him and the moon- one day soon, he’d break the curse on Y/N. And that day would come very, very soon.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

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what if - chapter 1

summary: a long lost letter leads to an adventure in Italy for three people who find love and healing along the way. a letters to juliet au

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader words: 1871 a/n: the first romcom au! and this is also a birthday present for the amazing and masterful tali (@winterscaptain) have a wonderful, wonderful day dear! thanks to @qvid-pro-qvo and @writefasttalkevenfaster for the beta

You take a deep breath and turn your face towards the sky, letting the warmth from the sun soak into your skin. It’s hard to believe you’re actually in Verona, you’d talked about it so much and for so long.

It’s hard to believe you’re here alone.

You’d talked about this trip with your partner often, making plans for a “pre-wedding honeymoon” and talking about all the food you’d eat, wine you’d drink, the sites you’d see together. All of the plans you’d made were together and now it’s just you.

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the present, and look around. Dwelling on the past does you no good, so you search for signs to orient yourself and set out to explore Verona.

--

The bells are tolling, pulling your attention from your notebook. You look around you and see the courtyard clearing out as visiting hours for Juliet’s Balcony ends. There are some teary-eyed women walking past you and you raise an eyebrow, looking around for what could cause them to be so emotional. As the crowd thins out, you see a woman picking pieces of paper from the wall and putting them into a basket. Your eyes scan the wall and see a bunch of pieces of paper folded into the cracks of the wall beneath Juliet’s balcony. Love letters, your mind supplies and it clicks into place.

Once the woman has all the letters in her basket, she walks out of the courtyard and down the road. You follow her, your curiosity getting the better of you. Some things never change, you hear a familiar voice whisper in the back of your mind. You smile bittersweetly and continue following the woman with the basket. She leads you to a restaurant in a nearby piazza and you steel your nerves before walking inside.

“Hello?” you call out, looking at a table with four women seated around it pulling letters from the basket. “I, uh, I’m just wondering why you took those letters from the wall?”

The woman you’d followed stands up and approaches you. “Are you the translator I asked for -”

“Oh no! Just, visiting. And curious,” you explain.

“Ah, so you’re a writer?” she asks and you frown, silently asking how she knew. “Your notebook, and the pen. So, a writer?” You nod. “Then join us. We are the secretaries of Juliet. We take the letters the heartbroken leave at Juliet’s balcony and we respond to the ones we can,” she explains. She introduces herself as Isabella and the other three women - Francesca, Maria, and Donatella - as well as which letters they respond to. You’re blown away by the whole process, the whole system they have to respond to these letters and give lovers advice or in some cases, closure. Isabella invites you to sit with them and read the letters, to learn about the secretaries and if you feel like it, respond to a letter.

You settle into their rhythm quickly, laughing with the women and occasionally throwing in your two cents for a reply. You’re comfortable with them and enjoy spending time with them when you aren’t walking around the city. When the bells chime at five, you know you’ll be meeting Isabella in the courtyard to grab the days’ letters and bring them to the restaurant.

It’s your fourth day in Verona when you find it, a letter hidden behind a loose rock. It’s dated from the 1960s and written in blocky lettering that can only belong to a man.

“I didn’t go to her Juliet, I didn’t go to my Carolyn. Her eyes were so full of trust, I promised I’d meet her and we would run away together. But I didn’t go. I left her under our tree and now I’m in Verona. I return to the States in the morning and I’m so afraid. Please, Juliet, tell me what I should do. My heart is breaking and I have no one else to turn to. Love, Dave,” you read aloud. There’s a hush in the room as everyone takes in this letter that’s been hiding and waiting for years. 

“I have to reply,” you declare.

“Then write,” Isabella says, passing you paper and a pen. You focus on the letter and work different versions of a reply for hours. It takes time, but you get there. A reply that feels worthy of this long a wait and a letter of this magnitude. You hope that Dave still lives in DC, where he said he was going back then. You hope he gets your letter and it brings him some peace.                                       

--

“Excuse me, is one of you Juliet?” a strange voice asks. Isabella stands up and responds to the man standing in the doorway. You can only see his silhouette, the evening sun blocking out his features, but you can tell he’s tall and the accent is American, something familiar after almost two weeks in Italy.

“We are the secretaries of Juliet,” Isabella explains, “how can we help you?”

“I’m looking for the person who wrote this letter to Dave Rossi.”

“I did,” you say, raising from your chair. “Did he get-”

“Did you think for a moment before writing and sending that letter? Did you think that since he’d written that letter and left it here he’s lived a life? A great life by the way, and now he’s uprooted everything on a whim and come to Italy to search for someone who’s also lived a life since he last saw her,” the man rants.

“Wait, Dave’s here? In Italy?” you ask, unable to hide your excitement.

“Yes he is, when he should be back home in DC but he’s here following the advice from your letter against everyone’s better judgement!”

“Where is he? I’d love to meet him,” you say walking towards the door.

“What? No! You can’t meet him, I’m convincing him to go home, he’s lived a life, he can’t be doing this,”  he says indignantly. “Besides, I don’t even know your name.”

You stand before the man and introduce yourself, holding out a hand for him to shake. You can see him now that the sun isn’t blocking him out. He has brown hair, tamed with gel you think, and he’s thin but sturdy. He’s attractive you notice, but his face is arranged into a frown, definitely disapproving and based on the lines on his face, he doesn’t smile very often. He breaks your train of thought when he takes your hand, “Aaron Hotchner. I wish I could say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I wish I wasn’t here,” he says bluntly.

Your eyebrows rise to your hairline. “Well, I’m sorry it's such a burden for you to be in Italy,” you scoff. “Now that we’ve been introduced, can I meet Dave? I’m a little shocked that my letter reached him so quickly.”

Aaron turns away and heads down the stairs in lieu of a reply. It takes you a second to recover from your shock before you’re following him. He’s walking out of the restaurant and heading on a familiar route, going back to Juliet’s balcony. You follow, a few steps behind him, and when he turns into the courtyard you see the man who must be Dave Rossi sitting on a bench. Aaron leans down to talk to him and you hesitate before approaching.

“Dave Rossi?” you ask. He nods and you introduce yourself, explaining that you wrote the letter to him. His eyes light up and he immediately turns towards you, leaving Aaron out of your conversation.

“Your letter, I can’t put into words how much it means. That even after all this time, you think Carolyn is out there and I can find her,” Dave says, grabbing your hands.

“Of course. I couldn’t let your letter go unanswered, no matter how much time had passed.”

“You could have. Easily. It’s been years. Everyone involved has lived their lives and left that summer in the past. Left each other in the past. It’s the logical thing to do,” Aaron interrupts.

You turn to him and say dryly, “Oh sorry, I didn’t realize true love had an expiration date.”

He scoffs at you before addressing Dave, “We should get back to the hotel and get some rest. It’s been a long day. And then we can talk about getting back home because this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous to you, Aaron. Not to me. And you’re the one who insisted on tagging along.”

“Someone has to look out for you Dave.”

You smile at their banter and take a step back, moving to return to the secretaries. Dave calls out your name when you’re almost out of the courtyard and you turn. “Aaron’s making me turn in tonight, but how about we grab lunch tomorrow? Talk some more?” You nod in response and Dave gives you their hotel name and you promise to meet them there. There’s a hopefulness blooming in your chest as you walk back towards the restaurant, a levity that’d been missing for some time and you feel a smile tug at your lips. Adventures in Italy, just like you’d promised.

Lunch the next day includes a lot of the same bickering. Dave wants to follow the advice from your letter, to go look for Carolyn where he first met her and Aaron is staunchly against the idea. When Dave gets up from the table for a moment, Aaron turns to you, brown eyes sharp.

“He can’t do this. You have to stop convincing him that this is a good idea,” Aaron spits out.

“And why can’t he do this? Don’t you want him to be happy?” you shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Who’s to say he isn’t happy already? That he hasn’t already found his love and lived out his life?”

“But is that person his true love? Did you even read the original letter, he loves Carolyn! Still does after all this time I’d say, given that he’s here in Italy to find her!”

“Don’t you understand? Dave found love in DC. He had a wife, Hayden. They had a daughter together and now he has a grandson. He doesn’t need this and he certainly doesn’t need you meddling in his affairs,” Aaron hisses as Dave walks back to the table. You try to relax your features, to look less like you want to murder Aaron, but one look at you and Dave knows. He sighs and folds his hands together on the table.

“You know, I was hoping the two of you would start getting along Aaron,” he says, facing the other man, “especially since I’ve decided that I want to ask our friend to join us on this adventure. That letter made this whole thing possible, I think it’s only right, wouldn’t you agree?” he asks, looking pointedly at Aaron.

Aaron sighs and rubs his face with one hand. You cock an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently for his response. He slowly turns back to you and meets your eyes. “Yes, it’s only right you join us,” he grits out.

You smile and wink at Dave. “Well then, sounds like an adventure.”

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[eve-is-obsessed]

1x02 I’LL DEAL WITH HIM LATER rewatch

spoilers for all of Killing Eve. my musings on how V and Eve are set up in this episode and how that affects the rest of the show.

I have to start this post with a shout out to the hair/ wardrobe department bc V's jacket and braids in the opening scene are *perfect.*

and in that scene, when the man throws the phone at her and immediately apologizes? peak humor

awkward meeting between Eve and Carolyn characterizes Eve so well!!! She’s so socially inept and uncomfortable and in awe of Carolyn but also cares SO DEEPLY about her passion project. plus it's just very funny

Carolyn telling Eve “You can have two [coworkers].” *Looks around* “I recommend small ones” is SO GOOD. doesn't top the rat drinking soda with both hands, but still.

Sebastian 🥺 he is doing his best and being a model boyfriend and V didn’t deserve him. Also his accent is so cute. But he did steal the perfume from his girlfriend’s purse so maybe he should have thought that one through

V's iconic "I wanted it to match my jacket" response to her black eye. That is all.

Konstantin is literally always in V's apartment. I forgot how much Konstantin/ Villanelle there is in S1. but like. every time V goes home, he's there. If I actually spend time thinking about this, I realize that it's probably to impress upon the viewers that 1) V literally has no one in her life except for him (she kind of killed her boyfriend, so) and 2) that he is In ChargeTM and wants to keep a close eye on V, but that actually V just does whatever the hell she wants. she likes being in control, she likes being a little bit rebellious, but she also cares about Konstantin and about doing her job well.

similar characterization in the psych eval - V wants to be in control of her situation all the time, and the way she does that is by manipulating the people around her and how they perceive her. everything is a performance to V, and it's fun for her. even the touching scene with Konstantin, when she hugs him, it's to get her drawing back. maybe there was real emotion there (I think it's likely there was, because V does seem to genuinely care about Konstantin) but her actions are still to achieve a goal. she only really starts acting erratically when Eve comes into the equation, because she can't entirely control or "use" her feelings towards Eve.

also, while we're talking about the drawing, interesting that she says it's not Anna, it's her mother, but then immediately makes a joke about her mother's hair. as far as I can remember, this is the only time that V mentions her mother, ever, and it's just to deflect attention with humor.

first example of tension in Eve and Niko's relationship, with the suitcase and the "are you leaving me?" joke. Eve doesn't tell Niko where she's going until pressed, and this lack of consideration clearly (and understandably) hurts him. also, the suitcase is stowed away, dusty, etc, showing that it's really never used. when is the last time Eve took a vacation? apparently a long time ago. continues characterizing her life as boring, mundane, even trapped, and shows the MI6 job as an escape from that.

and the second conflict between Eve and Niko sets up another theme in their relationship - arguing about how dangerous the job is. Niko just wants Eve to be safe, but Eve doesn't care about her safety (or arguably anyone else's), she wants to catch Villanelle. She wants her life to be exciting, even (especially?) at the expense of safety. so their core desires clash, and maybe they could have made it work, but Eve, as we see here, isn't really willing to listen to Niko and just brushes him off as often as she can. basically, upon rewatching, I can see this early that they're doomed as a couple. (and I'm salty that their relationship lasted SO FAR into the third season. ew.)

gonna talk about Bill for a sec - in 1x01, his relationship with Eve is clearly boss/ employee, but they have good banter and genuinely like each other. when the situation is flipped in this ep, Bill comes off as a jerk, constantly undermining Eve and trying to invalidate her ideas. in the next ep, this seems completely resolved because the viewer is supposed to like Bill before he dies tragically... ooof. I'll be nice to Bill and assume that his rude behavior in this ep is more a result of him trying to cope with the new power dynamic than misogyny, although it's probably some of both.

end of episode!!! here comes the gay panic because THEY BOTH REALIZE AT THE SAME TIME THAT THEY'VE MET BEFORE. and that incredibly charged first interaction that they've both been thinking about turns out to actually have been REALLY IMPORTANT. and Eve's "I think I've met her" - she's not scared, she's EXCITED. aaaaaa. these bitches gay.

overall, a solid episode. V kills some more people, Eve obsesses some more... classic. 10/10. also, this didn't really fit into my analysis, but Elena is very pretty and I love her.

ok I'm done blabbing for now. 1x03 post coming soon, 1x01 linked here. love you all <3

[fangirlsovertoomanythings]

Things I Watched/Listened/Read These Past Few Days

So, I had a rather stressful month due to an assignment deadend - things are ok now - and I have decided I would watch or read or listen to any media I could, at least once a day, to cool down.

The movies on this post are the ones I watched to cope with the stress. I will be talking more about them as each of them go, if I liked them or not and etc. This is not a critical post, though, it's more... idk personal.

1. The Secret of Kells

It is Cartoon Saloon's first movie ever. It's story is simple and you may not understand the importance of the Book of Kells without some historical background, but you will be able to enjoy it either way. My favorite scene is when Aisling starts singing and aaaaaaa it's too much. Gorgeous.

My only problem though... was that one black character's design. It seemed too close to the Black FaceTM. I got kinda turned off by it.

2. Wolfwalkers

Yeah, I know, I know I should have watched it in a manner to support the artists the way they deserve to be supported and I really wish I could have done that. Either way, it is a beautifully animated film and to anyone able to afford Apple TV+, I highly beg you to support this movie and watch it. There is a HEART to it, a soul I've been missing in animated movies and only occasionally see.

You may think you figured out the entire plot from the trailers, but there is one aditional plot tied to it involving Mébh and I enjoyed the surprise of it. The movie is beautifully animated, I love the accents the characters have even if I need to force myself more to understand them - you see, I am not a native speaker and always listened more to a 'standard' american accent so hearing irish for the first time was hard. I figured it out though!! Am really proud.

Pleasepleaseplease support this movie is what I'm saying.

3. Ponyo

IT'S SUCH A CUTE STUDIO GHIBLI MOVIE I SHOULD HAVE WATCHED IT SOONER AJSJDJEJEWJD

I wish we could have known more about Ponyo's family, but other than that I really enjoyed seeing what happened on-screen and how it was delivered. It's a cute tale. Manages to be creative and simple at the same time??? Don't expect much more than cute and simple and GORGEOUSLY ANIMATED though

4. The Old Guard

Listen, I know they did it very differently than the comics - but sometimes you just want to see some immortal gays being badass you know :,)

It's hard to point what I love more about the movie. Cinematography, the creative idea (although we should thank the comic writers for that), the characters, their struggles, representation and they even ground the immortality superpower. I don't know how they do that but every action scene is tense even if you know they can not die. You just wonder if they will be ok. I don't know how they did that!

5. Oliver Twist (2005)

I do not know the public reception of this, but I have been curious as to Oliver Twist since I heard of Disney's Oliver and Company inspiration. Therefore, once Prime added it then the oportunity came and I really liked it. I know it is narrated with a humorous tone but I do feel like it's descriptions of the horrors the main character faces were all right, I might as well have learned something.

It follows what many already know as the book - I haven't read it personally, therefore I do not know if it is a trustworthy adaptation - and we have Edward Hardwicke. Just. Edward Hardwicke.

6. The Mystery of the Sleepy Hollow

I did enjoy this movie, doesn't mean I liked everything about it. I did think the main character jumped into conclusions often, as if the script could not decide if he should be competent or incompetent and it really bothered me. I do am a sucker for a mix between horror and mystery, though, and thus did not mind watching this one at Halloween night.

Also, main character passes out at least 4 times in this thing - can you see this is based on gothic literature yet?

THE DECAPITATIONS THO JAIDBEIEMGKEKENFWJW THE BODIES LOOKED LIKE LITTLE AMONG US DEAD CREWMATES SJEKEKWKEKRKEKRKKRKE

7. BBC Radio 4's "A Study in Scarlet"

It's a nice adaptation with many aditional moments that really warm your heart. Reading Holmes being excited is one thing - listening is a whole other and I love how his voice sounds in this one. He speaks fast but it's easy to understand and hIS TONE OF VOICE IS HIGHER THAN YOUR USUAL ADAPTATION, LIKE WATSON CONSTANTLY POINTS OUT IN THE BOOKS

Stamford gets aditional moments aswell, and they are great.

8. Upside Down

I have been curious about this movie since my father watched it back in 2013. I remembered the name and the basic premise for all these years - because I thought it was unique. I never watched it before because I thought it would be a cheesy romance movie bUT-

It has an unique worldbuilding and I love it. I even liked how the camera angles made me kinda umconfy because can you imagine talking to someone who's upside down LMAO. It's world have limits too, and I really appreciate that.

I simply did not understand how can someone get pregnant in Eden's situation but 😳 who am I to question 😳. I also wish Eden could have had more of a presence too, like I wish I could have seen more of her even with her amnesia :( I felt she had one of the weakest characterizations. I wish we could have seen Adam and Eden talking to each other more, seeing they slowly grow into lovers. I also didn't like how much exposition it had as well, like I did not understand the first 5 minutes of the movie at ALL.

Still enjoyed it tho. It's just... kinda average but thats ok i guess

9. Bojack Horseman S04EP09 “Ruthie”

Massive comfort episode! I must have watched Ruthie more than any other Bojack Horseman episode, to be honest.

This episode is just a huge bad day for Princess Carolyn and the way she copes with it and how it is incorporated into the story is... beautiful and tragic. I love Princess Carolyn-centered episodes, and even though this one isn't compared to the trend this series has of making a fantastic Episode 11 for each season, it is still enjoyable and sad. That and I did have a small giggle at the miscarriage jokes, I'm so fucking sorry.

10. Brooklyn 99 Pilot Episode

(Of course this image is not from that episode I just find this scene funny)

I had watched Brooklyn 99 before - but it's been a long time since I've seen the first episode that ever aired. I really enjoyed it and it did make my mother and I chuckle a little bit.

God, I need to keep up with this series again; it's been such a long time since I stopped watching due to stress getting in the way lmao

Part 2 will come as soon as I finish another 10 days 😊