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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Pairing: ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝔹𝕣𝕠!ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Summary: You arrive home for the summer after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend. Your brother, Chris arrives home as well for leave from the military. You share a heated moment together that changes your lives forever. At first, you try to suppress it, fight it, but eventually you both can't resist anymore...

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

“I can't believe he'd do this to me!” you cry hysterically in your mother's arms. Sobs spill from your lips. You just caught your boyfriend fucking some girl under the staircase of the performing arts center at the university where you're both students. You only caught them because they were so fucking loud you thought someone was getting assaulted. Turns out the only victim was your eyeballs when you saw Seth's dick plunging into a cheerleader with her spanks shoved to one side and her skirt wedged above her hips. The taut O face she was making will forever be burned into your memory as will her screams. You just hope the bruise you left on his face after swinging your backpack full of textbooks at him stays in his memory.

“I'm so sorry, honey!” your mother murmurs soothingly. She rubs your back with gentle strokes. “It's too bad your brother isn't home till tomorrow; he'd have shown that boy not to toy with your heart!”

You scoff bitterly at the mere mention of your brother. “Right,” you reply sarcastically. “He'd probably just point and laugh at my pain and call me an idiot.”

“Oh, honey. I know you and your brother never really got along but…well…he's still your brother! I know he'd take care of you if you really needed him!” she argues, trying to comfort you. “Redfields always look out for each other!”

You drop your arms to your side. “Yeah right! Just like that time I said I was being bullied and Chris just told me I was being a cry baby!”

“Well, that-” your mother begins, but you cut her off again.

“Or the time we went to our cousin's birthday party and he picked me up and threw me in the pool!”

“It was a beautiful summer day that day!”

“I wasn't wearing a swimsuit! I had to ride home, chaffing in damp clothes!”

“But-”

“Mom, I know you're big on family and all that, but Chris has always hated me! I swear, he's resented me since the day I came home from the hospital!”

“Oh, I resented you from the moment Mom and Dad said they were having a second kid,” you hear your older brother's deep, resonant voice bellow through the room. You’re a bit surprised to see him home early, but it’s not totally unusual. You and your mother both turn to face him. Chris could always command the attention of everyone around him. That's why it never came as a surprise that he rose to the rank of captain in the special forces. He drops his pack on the ground, standing in the foyer wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, tight against his skin and straining under his thick muscles. Your brother is at least twice your size.

You frown and storm away while hearing your mother quietly scolding her son. “C'mon now, Chris, your sister’s had a rough day…” her voice trails off as you reach your bedroom and shut the door quietly.

You flop down face first on your bed, tears pooling in your eyes. You scroll through your phone, looking at pictures of you with your ex. You had been together for a year and a half. He had even met your brother last Christmas, although you're not sure if Chris ever even said two words to the guy. When you introduced them, Chris mumbled something about not wanting to hear anything about who's fucking his sister and walked away. It didn't bother you too much. After high school, Chris joined the military and has been a rare sight at home ever since. Then, you went off to college so you really only see each other on holidays or when your breaks from school match up with his leave.

“You know, if you stare any harder at that damn phone, it's going to burn a hole in your eyes,” you hear Chris’ voice from your bedroom doorway.

You turn up to look at him, wiping the tears from your face, trying to maintain a brave facade. You sniffle, holding tightly to your pride as you face him. “Go away, Chris!” You snort, annoyed that he would barge in on your grieving. You lay back down on your bed, turning away from him.

“Mom is making me come and apologize…” he grumbles.

“Oh wow, a forced apology from my brother is going to make me feel so much better after what happened!” you fire back with heavy sarcasm.

You hear him growl lightly. “Hey, it's not my fault you decided to date a cheating bastard! Maybe try thinking with your head instead of your cunt next time and you won't get hurt!”

You refuse to turn back and look at him and instead raise your middle finger at him. “Great apology, big brother. So happy you're here to look out for me!” you snap, rolling your eyes at the wall. More tears start to pool in your eyes.

You hear your brother's heavy footsteps trampling the floor as he stomps toward you. “Listen, you little brat!” He grabs your shoulder and turns you on your back so he can look down at you. He pins you in place with his giant arms as he stands next to your bed, hovering over you. “That guy was an asshole and I could have told you he'd fuck someone behind your back, but I knew you wouldn't believe me. And besides, how else are you supposed to learn? I bet you're not going to trust another asshole again just because he's nice to you, are you?” He lowers his head closer to yours, his breath hot on your cheek. His deep brown eyes match yours almost perfectly. His stare is intense and heated. New feelings begin to stir within you as you lay there, holding your breath without realizing it. “Look, my point is, I don't want you to get hurt, but I'm not going to baby you like Mom does. How else are you supposed to build up any kind of resilience?”

You finally start to breathe again. You narrow your eyes at him with sunken brows. “Is that why you tortured me my entire life? Because it was ‘good’ for me?” you ask him; your tone is accusing, like you're calling him out for using this flimsy excuse to justify treating you like shit all the time.

He snorts. “Yeah. It is. Tell me, what did you do when you found loverboy with his cock balls deep inside some slut?” He keeps his gaze fixed on yours with raised eyebrows and you feel the heat rising between you by the second.

He's my fucking brother, what is wrong with me!? you think to yourself. You gulp. “I hit him with my backpack full of textbooks.”

Chris smirks and chuckles darkly. “Good girl,” he comments, his voice even deeper.

His praise does something to you; it rearranges your neurons somehow and zaps your rational thought. It must, because…you're…getting…wet. You try to hide the arousal and cover up your reaction to his words by smirking back at him.

“Tell me, little sis, would you have stood up for yourself like that if you hadn't always had to take shit from me? If I had coddled you like everyone else did?” His glare intensifies and it only serves to boil your insides further.

Not only have you stopped holding your breath, you're nearly panting now. You feel something grazing the side of your thigh. Chris' knee maybe? Or could that be…?

He suddenly pulls back and heads for the door, facing away from you but turns his head back to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “My point is, all I wanted for you was to see you be strong and if you hate me because of it, so be it. Sure, I could have played the part of the overprotective big brother, but isn't it better to be ready to watch out for yourself? I figured as long as you're equipped to do that, I've done my job as your big brother.” He keeps walking without waiting for your reply and shuts your door after leaving your room. You lay on your bed, too stunned to do anything. You're confused, discombobulated, and…aroused. Fuck, you could feel the electricity surging between you when he was so close. It felt like enough to power the city. You shake your head. He's my fucking brother! You roll over and cover your head with a pillow, chalking up your weird reaction to the grief of going through a breakup.

You wake up a few hours later and mosey to the kitchen for dinner. Your mother is just finishing setting the table and Chris is bringing out the food.

“Feeling any better, sweetie?” your mother asks, a hopeful smile curling on her face.

“Um, yeah…a little…” you mumble in reply. Your mind is still reeling from the breakup and whatever Chris was making you feel earlier. You avoid his eyes, knowing you can't face him just yet. Not until you've had enough time to panic-rationalize the fact that your brother turned you on without really even touching you. Well, given how absent he has been for the last several years and given that you never really had a good relationship, it's probably just that he doesn't really seem like your brother, not in your mind anyway. That's probably why he has the effect he does. And…you're lonely. Seth hadn't been very attentive to you the last few months. Now you know why. Mostly, you've had to take care of yourself with your hand and your imagination. Guess that's going to be your fate for a while now.

Unless…

Your mind conjures an image of Chris’ thick, muscular body pinning you to the bed with your legs on his shoulders, pumping his huge, fat cock into your sopping wet cunt, splitting you open and shooting his load deep inside you.

Oh God no! You shake your head, trying to evict the depraved thought from your mind.

“Hey! Are you even listening!?” Chris' voice breaks through your dirty thoughts and captures your attention.

“What?” you ask with a blush, knowing he had probably just said something to you that you completely missed…missed because you were thinking about him plowing you like a fertile field and fucking you senseless. Fuck, your panties are already getting wet. What the fuck is wrong with me!?

“Jesus Christ! Stop thinking about your ex! I can see the horny look in your eyes and it's disgusting!” He chides. Little do you know, he only hates the look in your eyes because he believes you're thinking about your ex…and not him. Fuck, he nearly didn't get out of your room in time earlier today. If he had lingered another second, he wouldn't have been able to hold himself back. As soon as he could see your perky little tits poking through your shirt, he knew he had to get the fuck out. He still wonders if you could feel his hardened cock poking your thigh. Shit, his baby sister has the perfect fucking little body to him; petite frame, round ass, and small tits. He never liked huge breasts. They just seem to get in the way. He was always attracted to the little ones and fuck him if you didn't have his favorite size. They're so cute and fucking tempting! His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on those perfect little tits. Somehow, he found the strength to leave and he knew then, he could never let himself be alone with you again. The problem is, his leave is two months and you’re home from college for summer break. There are way too many possibilities!

“I'm not thinking about him!” you defend, slamming your fist on the table. You hold yourself back from blurting out the second half of your argument, lest you bring your parents to completely disown you…or commit you. “I'm…I'm done eating.” You rise from the table and head into the kitchen to clean your plate. You take a deep breath and head into the bathroom, trying to get a moment to yourself.

You sit with your knees up on the floor of the shower, hot water cascading down your body. It's impossible to get Chris out of your head. You were hoping the shower would wash your dirty thoughts away but they persist, uninhibited. You have the rest of Chris’ two month leave to endure and try to keep your hands to yourself. An idea hits you! You quickly wrap up your shower and scurry back to your room to grab your phone. You text everyone you know, every acquaintance in your phone book to try and make plans. If you're busy the whole summer, you won't be around Chris and you won't be tempted…to fuck your own brother. Oh and dates! Lots of dates! If you can find a nice boy to date, you'll certainly be able to get your mind off your brother and his fat dick. You quickly download a dating app.

The following week is full of hangouts with friends during the day and dates at night. You decide not to explain to Chris why you're gone so much; you figure it's better to just stay away from him at all costs. But one night you're on a date with a guy that's seriously creeping you out. He's getting way too handsy and making comments about expecting ‘gratitude’ from you for buying your drinks. You manage to sneak away to the bathroom to call your brother for help. He answers on the third ring.

“What?” He answers curtly.

“Chris, can you come pick me up?” you ask softly, not wanting anyone to over hear.

“What's going on? Are you okay?” he asks, alarmed. He jumps out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. All of his attention is now on you. He’s at a friend's place, knocking back a few beers when you call, but everything has faded from his conscious thought now except for you. You hear his friend in background say ‘hey, what the fuck, Redfield?’ Then you hear Chris reply to his friend, his voice sounding distant for a moment, “Fuck off.”

“I'm on a date…and it's kinda going south…” you reveal.

“You're what!?” Chris bellows into the phone. “Who the fuck…Tell me where you are right fucking now!”

“The Downtowner Bar,” you whimper. Chris has never sounded this scary before. You begin to tremble and you wonder who you should fear more: your creepy date or your enraged brother.

“You're in the bathroom?” You can hear his breaths increase as he runs to his car.

“Y-yeah,” you answer.

“Stay in there until I get there!” he orders, leaving no room to question him. You hear his car door slam and then he hangs up.

You stay hidden in the bathroom like he said but eventually your date, Kurt, waltzes into the women's bathroom looking for you. You freeze.

“Hey!” Kurt growls. “What the fuck? Get out here and finish your drink!”

You try to think quickly. “I…I'm not feeling well…I'm gonna wait for my brother to pick-”

“The fuck you are! I bought you top shelf whiskey! You're gonna take my dick so far down your throat tonight my balls will slap your chin.”

The bathroom door bursts open and Chris barrels in. “Get the fuck away from her, you piece of shit!” your brother yells. Your date spins around at the sudden and unexpected intrusion.

“Hey! What the fu-” Kurt is cut off by Chris’ fist colliding with his face. He stumbles backwards and hits the wall.

Chris stomps after him and wraps his hand around Kurt’s throat, pinning him to the wall. Chris lifts the man off his feet by his neck. “You have two choices, asshole; go the fuck home and jerk yourself off until you pass out, or keep trying to lay hands on my sister and I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands.” He drops Kurt, who falls to the floor, gasping and coughing. Chris wraps his arm around your waist and guides you back to his truck without looking back. If he does, he might actually tear that fucking asshole’s throat out.

The drive home is tense beyond measurement. You're too afraid to speak and Chris looks like he's in a raging war with himself. You have no idea how right you are. He's insanely jealous that you were on a date with another guy. He's also ungodly disgusted with himself for feeling jealous and coveting his own fucking sister. His hands grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. His jaw is clenched so hard, he could crack a walnut. His eyes stay firmly ahead and on the road, which in the grand scheme of things is good…but your heart hurts just by the fact he's neither looking at you nor talking to you.

You shift and squirm uncomfortably in the passenger's seat. When you finally arrive home, you quietly enter the house, knowing your parents are asleep. You carefully remove your shoes and start to head for the stairs that lead up to your bedroom. Without a word, Chris lifts you over his shoulder and instead carries you to the basement stairs, on the way to his bedroom.

Your heart begins to race. Could this really be happening? And why are you so excited about it!?

He closes and locks his bedroom door, grateful it's two floors separated from your parents bedroom. He sets you back on your feet, but your freedom is cut short, since, seconds later, he pins you to the wall with his tremendous bulk. He grabs your waist with both of his giant hands.

Your pussy is gushing slick and you let out a desperate moan. Please, kiss me. Just one kiss! you beg him in your mind.

He must hear your telepathic pleas because a moment later his lips crash onto yours. He kneads your mouth with his then bullies his tongue past your teeth. His body presses tighter against yours, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, poking your lower abdomen. His hands reach down to grab your shirt and pull it over your head. One hand reaches behind you to undo your bra and toss that away, too. His fingertips gently glide around your torso to the front so he can fondle your tits. He groans loudly, finally getting to feel the perfect, cute little mounds on your chest. “You're tits are unfairly perfect, little sis,” he comments with a gruff, hungry voice. “Fuck, I've been waiting for a week to get my hands on them.” He continues making out with you and groping your fun-size boobs then kisses his way down your neck and chest. He takes one of your pert breasts in his mouth and sucks. His moan is otherworldly and his suction increases as he grows hungrier.

Finally, with an impatient growl, he lifts you up and throws you on his bed. “Gonna taste your pussy next,” he adds. He's not asking. He tears off your pants and panties in a flash and dives in like a mad man, shoving your legs high in the air and over his shoulders while his mouth lunges into your delicious cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you moan wantonly, your back arching sharp and tight like his mouth is electrifying your entire body. Pleasurable tingles shoot up your spine. Your legs flail and wiggle as your body is treated to intense, rapturous pleasure like you've never experienced before.

“Thought you could sneak away from me, didn't you, baby sis?” Chris condemns, then gives your clit a rough lick. “Going out on a date without telling me? That was fucking dumb, you know that? You thought you could keep this fucking body of yours away from me? This sweet pussy and these perfect little tits are all fucking mine, do you understand?” He licks a firm stripe up your gushing slit, his tongue lapping up your delicious cream. “No one else fucking touches you. No one else even gets to fucking see you like this, got it? Anyone else ever touches you again and I will fucking end them, do you understand me?”

Tears of overwhelming pleasure form in your eyes and another moan belts out from your parted lips. “Yes…fuck yes, big brother.”

“Good girl. Fuck, the sweetest fucking pussy in the world belongs to my little sister.” Chris smirks, his gaze hot on yours before he returns to eating you out like a deprived, feral beast. His tongue maps out your pussy, memorizing every fold, every inch of soft, juicy flesh. His nose rubs your clit teasingly, never quite hitting the right rhythm but enough to send stars across your vision. You nearly buck yourself off the bed when his tongue slips inside your tight hole. You're like a hose with too much water pressure, wiggling and squirming around while your big brother holds you down by your hips and tongue fucks your pussy with the expertise of a fucking porn star. Your mind is briefly inundated with insecurity as you wonder how many women Chris has fucked, but you force that thought away.

The pressure in your lower abdomen builds and tightens, growing more and more as he continues to work you. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead, your chest working double time to keep up with your heavy panting. “Oh, Chris…I'm gonna cum…big brother, I'm gonna fucking cum!”

“That's it, baby. Go on, come all over my fucking tongue. Cream your big brother's mouth.” His tongue works even faster, harder. His lips suck on your aching clit, determined to send you over the edge. “Let go, little sis. Let go for your big brother. Gonna take care of you.”

Your panting progresses to full on hyperventilating as the band in your belly snaps, breaking the dam and climaxing hard. Chris groans proudly into your pussy, drinking up every drop of your sweet essence. “Mine,” he growls. “You're fucking mine and no one else's.” He licks one more stripe up your delicious cunt then begins kissing his way back up your body. “Don't you ever,” he begins and pauses to sloppily kiss your belly, “fucking go off anywhere again without telling me first,” he commands with a gruff voice. His need to have you is overwhelming him. He's drowning in his obsession with you and there's no escape. When he’s made his way back to your face, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and it only serves to fuel you further, your slick core already heating up again. He pulls away briefly and stands up to remove his clothes.

Your eyes widen, giddy at the prospect of finally getting to see his dick. You start to pant again, watching him with rapt attention like a rabid dog.

He smirks as you watch him. His shirt comes off first, revealing his thick, bulky muscles decorated with scars. You have no misconceptions about what your brother does for a living so you're not too surprised, but you still want to kiss each and every one to show him how much you care, how much you love your big brother. Finally, his pants come off, his fat cock springing free as his boxers fall down to the floor. Precum leaks from his tip.

Holy. Fucking. Shit!

That is the biggest cock you've ever seen! It's long and so thick! There is no question in your mind; that dick is going to fucking split you open, in half! It’s a weapon of mass destruction! But it's no matter. You'll happily die on a cock that exquisite.

He smirks and chuckles softly as he grips the base of his dick, stroking lightly. “Like what you see, little sis?”

You nod, words escaping you at the moment. Your eyes never leave the delightful appendage Chris has in his hand. All rational thought has escaped you and the notion that you're about to fuck your own brother hasn't crossed your mind at all lately.

Chris moves on top of you in the bed again. “Is my baby sister ready for big brother's cock?” He reaches down and slips a finger inside your soaking wet hole. “Fuck! You're so fucking tight! Didn't that asshole you were dating ever fuck you?”

You swallow hard, trying to focus on his question, but the sausage finger in your pussy is making it challenging. “Y-yeah.” You suck in a sharp gasp as he hits that sensitive spot on your walls.

“Then, did he have a fucking needle dick?”

You let out a shaky chuckle. “He wasn't very big, no.” Plus, he hadn't touched you for months, anyway.

“No matter,” he purrs. He gazes down at you with lust filled eyes as his finger curls inside you. “He doesn't get to fucking touch you ever again. This tight little pussy is mine!” He slips a second finger inside, wanting to stretch you gently before impaling you with that third leg he calls a dick. His fingers eagerly stroke your g-spot.

“Fuck…you're gonna make me cum again…” you whimper and pant as you writhe in pleasure beneath him.

“Go ahead, baby sis. Cum on your big brother's fingers. It'll help you remember who you belong to.” He adds a third finger and fucks you harder with them, eventually using his thumb on your clit.

Your hips buck wildly as you approach another orgasm.

A low growl boils over from Chris' throat and he lifts your legs over his shoulders once more. “That oughta hold you in place!” He returns to fingering you, stretching your tight walls to make room for the grand finale.

The band in your lower abdomen snaps again. You cry out as you cum a second time, your back bowing off Chris’ bed. “Oh fuck!”

“Good girl,” Chris purrs, working you through your orgasm with his hand until you finally crash. He carefully withdraws his fingers and smirks wickedly. “It's time, little sis. Gonna fuck you out of your goddamn mind.” He lines himself up with his entrance and you're pretty sure he's still not going to fit, despite the prep work he did. He gently grips the tip of his cock between his thumb and index and middle fingers to guide his massive dick. He presses the head to your hole and it's already deliciously tight. He carefully feeds himself inside, feeling your walls squeeze him like a vice. “Shit…if I didn't know any better, I'd say I was popping my little sister's cherry right now.” He chuckles darkly, his morals already long gone. He inches in a bit further, eliciting a sweet, erotic moan from you.

“Big brother…it…it's too much…you're…you're not gonna fit…” you whine, tears sliding down your face.

“Oh, I'm gonna fit.” He slides in deeper, making you hiss from the stretch. “This pussy is mine and I will fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

More tears roll down your cheeks, the sensations of intense pleasure and pain overwhelming you. “Fuck…” your hands grip Chris’ massive biceps, nails digging in.

He groans from the sensation. He looks down proudly at the joining of your bodies and smirks. “Look at that. Already halfway in, baby.” His eyes slowly glide back up to gaze into yours hotly.

“Half…it's only half way!?” Fuck, your nearly bursting and his cock is only half way inside you? Shit, he really is going to split you open!

“Mhmm. Ready for more?” He leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss. Without waiting for an answer, he pushes further, stretching you impossibly wider. His tongue swirls around your mouth.

The noise you make is somewhere between a moan and a whine, a fitting product of what you feel. The stretch is like a burn, your body forming to fit the thick cock inside you. The pleasure is heavenly, every little twitch sends bolts of ecstasy through you. You’ll never understand how you can feel this good doing something so fucking wrong. But you don’t care anymore. You can’t fight it, you can’t avoid it. You fucking need Chris; you need your big brother to take care of you and fuck you sensless. Your mind turns to complete mush. “Please…deeper…” you whimper.

“What’s that, little sis? What do you need big brother to do?” he asks mockingly and pushes in further still.

“I need all of you inside me…please big brother!” you beg with slightly slurred speech, already cockdrunk and he’s barely even fucked you yet.

He lets out a deep chuckle, wicked and sinful. “Anything for my baby sister.” He ceases his intermittent inching and thrusts slowly but without pause inside you until he’s buried to the hilt.

Drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth as he brings you to a near comatose state. His dick is so far inside your cunt, you feel like you’re about to choke on it. You let your eyes fall to your belly, seeing the bulge in your abdomen. It turns your depraved mind on even more and your pussy clamps down. “Oh fuck!” you moan, your chest heaving, feeling Chris’ massive cock inside you with every labored breath.

“What a good girl. You’ve got my whole dick inside you. Gonna move now, baby.” He slowly withdraws halfway and presses back inside, both of you moaning hungrily. Gradually, the pain fades into even more pleasure, though you still feel a sting when he hits your cervix. He carefully increases his pace, the friction finally enough to stimulate that spongy spot inside your walls. Another orgasm starts creeping up on you. As his thrusts increase in speed, your small tits jiggle just slightly, but it is more than enough to grab Chris’ focus. He smiles down at your petite breasts like he owns them…which he does.

Smirking, you reach for your breasts and pinch your nipples, enticing him.

Chris growls as his eyes are saturated with even more lust. He leans down and kisses you fervently while grabbing your breast with one hand. He squeezes firmly and his pace increases further still. “I’m getting close, baby. Gonna cum inside you.”

Your walls tighten around him at the thought, but you protest weakly, “Chris…we shouldn't…I’m…you…we…”

“Shh. Don’t fight it, baby sis. I’m going to cum in you. It’s the only thing to do. How else am I gonna show my little sister how much I care?” He chuckles darkly and sucks on your neck. His pace increases yet again and now he’s hammering into your cunt without remorse.

Your eyes roll back as he rearranges your guts. You hear the wet sounds of your skin slapping together, your slick smearing all over both of you.

“You can’t lie to me, sis. I know you want this. I know you want me to cum in you. Hell, I bet you’d let me fucking breed you,” he jokes meanly.

He’s not wrong, though you’re still grateful for the IUD inside you. The depraved thought sends you over the edge and another orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your legs curl, gripping his shoulders. You cry out, panting and moaning his name. Your entire body trembles, shuddering from the euphoria. He fucks you harder, chasing his own high and in the process, makes you squirt. Warm liquid gushes from your contracting pussy, soaking your brother from his dick all the way down to his knees.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Shit, baby, didn't know you were a squirter.” He grins, your essence splashing everywhere as he continues thrusting. Finally, he shoves his dick balls deep and cums. You feel his thick, sticky ropes hit your cervix with addicting intensity. He holds himself inside you as he rides out his orgasm, unwilling to let even a drop go to waste. “Fuck…” he murmurs. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. His muscles shake, finally weakening after what he just did. When he’s certain he’s filled you to the brim, he collapses beside you, laying on his back.

There’s no better feeling in the world than being freshly fucked like you have just been and feeling hot, gooey cum leak from your pussy. You roll over and lay yourself on his chest, kissing his cheek and jaw sweetly. “That was…fuck…the most amazing sex ever…”

He wraps his arms around you. “Yeah. I’d been trying to stop myself…but I’m tired of fighting it…I don’t care that I just fucked my sister. I’m gonna keep doing it, too. Feels too fucking good.”

“Yeah. It does,” you agree. You share another tender, passionate kiss then fall asleep, lying naked in your big brother��s arms.

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The first link especially got to me:

Cuz in Mouseabolition's critique of the White Gaze--particularly the White (Female) Gaze--she mentioned one of my favorite horror movies, Get Out.

"A lot of black people I know are able to very deeply care about and empathize with pieces of media that are attempting to speak to our experiences, even when it's done poorly. And we're not necessarily trying to say: 'That's a good thing and that was done well.' But it's the same reason why Chris from Get Out--THE template for black horror--why Chris from Get Out felt like such a new, refreshing horror protagonist. A huge part of what makes Get Out work, and what differentiates Chris from the average horror movie protagonist--outside of just like the surface level analysis of he's a black man--is that Jordan Peele (who is also a black man) was able to write a black character with the realistic higher level of consciousness and alertness towards danger, that all black people have to move with. And that higher level of consciousness is a huge part of why most black people I know can't take white people's horror movies seriously anyway. It's because white people walk around throwing themselves into situations that are destined to create horrific scenarios; and when you are somebody who has to walk around going: 'I can't do that, I'm gonna die!' it's really hard to feel shocked and horrified and surprised when somebody does something that you know damn well is gonna end up with them dead! Black people--particularly like black women and queer folks--don't really have the privilege of walking around with the illusion that we are more or better represented than we are. And so you learn to look at things more critically, and that gets stereotyped as nagging or a bad thing! But it's not, because thinking about things critically, genuinely all the way through, is frequently what leads the black people I know to finding those kernels of good in stories, where most people are just like: 'No, I just think that's silly, it's just dumb.'" (4:10 - 6:02)

I've made four IWTV metas comparing the horrific experiences of Chris in Get Out and Louis in IWTV, cuz I noticed that the core themes of Black men in white spaces wrt vulnerability, exploitation, gaslighting & manipulation resonated between both horror shows in a way that directly reflects IRL experiences.

This is particularly the case when Black people are involved in toxic interracial relationships that end in horrific tragedy for the Black partner. The horror comes into even sharper focus when it's the Black victim who ends up blamed/lied on by their white abuser/murderer that tried to play the innocent victim, weaponizing White Tears to justify/get away with literal crimes--which I've also provided links to before, cuz this BS really happens to us (x).

It's especially effed up when you're dealing with victims of abuse who suffer from mental illness, and are blamed/attacked by the authorities/masses. IRL we see Bipoc mentally ill folk who call the white cops for help and are the ones who get killed (x x); yet the IWTV fandom is overrun with racists who REFUSE to put 2 + 2 together to save their biased AF souls. I felt so vindicated in 2x5 - 2x8 when AMC explicitly showed that Louis & Claudia were telling the truth about the Drop Scene in 1x5, and that Armand had lied the whole time, effing with Louis AND Daniel's memories; after so many racist AF white Lestans & Armstans said the Lou & Claudia were spiteful liars who just wanted poor uwu blorbo Lestat & Armand to look bad cuz they're not Black, like WHAT!? We saw a literal Black LYNCHING happen on screen, where Black!Louis was buried alive & Black!Claudia was burned alive by a bottle-blonde white man in front of a predominately white audience in a "play"/snuff film co-written & directed by 3 non-Black people (Armand, Sam & Lestat); meanwhile the fans INSIST that this show's NOT about race. 🤡 BUFFOONERY!

By race-swapping Louis & Claudia & heightening the abuse they suffered in the books to make their treatment WORSE, AMC was literally talking to the predominately white gaze of the audience that SALIVATES over fetishizing Black people on one hand but still perpetrates injustices against Black people on the other hand; and the racist IWTV fandom proves them right every effing day!

And I also LOVE what MouseAbolition's Tik Tok said about the careful & highly conscious ways that Black people (esp. Black queer people) have to move in society, BECAUSE they're more vulnerable to persecution & penalties & punishment than white people.

Black gay men are marginalized by white AND black people alike; there are Black fans who are also against seeing Louis as a female-coded character. Because this is a white world, the white gaze affects ALL of us, and the panopticon of censure & censorship forces us to police each other and mistreat our own sometimes even worse than white people will--look at emotionally abusive/negligent mothers like Florence who has a particular image to uphold amongst the conservative Catholic Black elite during Jim Crow (vs. white Gabrielle who CAN support her white son's eccentricities); and homophobic women like Grace (who herself is married to a man who's NOT "the man of the house," Levi coddled by Florence & financially supported by Grace's inheritance & Louis' money). But at the end of the day the problem still lies with white (wo)men who weaponize Othering by means of race/gender/sexuality/etc in order to isolate marginalized peoples from systems of support, so that they might be more easily exploited & abused--which I've constantly argued wrt to Loustat.

It grates on my effing nerves when white fans (esp. Lestans) hypocritically talk about gender, culturally appropriating Black queer terminology like "Mother"--which originated in Black gay drag, pageantry & ballroom culture, a la Drag Mothers as exemplified in Paris is Burning, and shows like Ru Paul's Drag Race & Pose--in order to prop up Lestat's femininity and dismiss Louis', all because Louis (as a Black man they've hypermasculinized) doesn't conform to their cis white paradigmatic bias of what femininity & motherhood looks like--which is informed by the white patriarchy to control the social hierarchies of both women AND men, straight & gay alike!

I've adamantly critiqued white female fans' surface-level discrimination against Louis as a female-coded character just because Louis doesn't crossdress--as if Lestat's Mardi Gras dress is the only indexical determiner of gender; esp. for closeted & conservative Black gay men who historically CANNOT safely & freely move in public spaces the way out white liberal LGBTQ+ men can.

Cis white women lusting after Lestat & screaming Yaaas Mother~!, or circling the wagons around Armand cuz they want AMC to move on to Devil's Minion (which not even AR GAF about, lol), just loooove to jump on Louis for being a pimp, for not being feminine enough, for fighting back in 1x5. Black men are hypsersexualized to the point that straight AND gay Black men are perceived as universal dangers to white/non-Black purity, and were lynched by the mob in DROVES whenever if it was even suggested that they stepped out of line; "Louis can sometimes act out."

So yeah, people act like I'm crazy cuz I call this ish out, when the facts are staring them right in the effing face. But I've already been explicitly told by white Lestans that they're deliberately ignoring the red flags cuz it's not fun to turn their brains on & look at their precious blorbos critically and that they'll casually dismiss negative portrayals of Lestat on the show as "poor writing"--

--then the same stans spin their effing tops when they actually pick up a effing book and read for themselves that we're telling the truth when we say AR's darling Lestat's a LEGIT abusive rapist p.o.s.--

--and that Hannah Moscovich was legit for pointing out that it's not character assassination when Lestat's abusive oppressive toxic behavior is effing CANONICAL.

#interview with the vampire #get out #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #loumand #iwtv tvc metas #white privilege #racial inequality #racism #gender inequality #democracy of hypocrisy #read a dang history book #like wtf #louis de pointe du black

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learnastrowallura · 4 months ago

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The Sun in astrology

I will resume here my findings mostly from Chris Brennan's video featuring Demetra George

The Sun: Deity, God, illumination, sight, flames, light, rays, life force, spark, life generator, justice, All seeing, divination, leadership, authority, kingship, nobility, reputation, status, publicity, identity, potential, purpose, centrality, public affairs, ideas, mind, visualization, creation, gold, fortune, wealth, privilege, spirit, honor, respect, virtous action, justice, Father figure(day) the heart, the right eye, eyesight, lifespan, vision, intentionality, creativity, masculine, hot and dry, the core, visible/inner planet

Sun in the natal chart:

The sign and house that our Sun is in can show us how and where (respectively) we tend to shine the most, where our potential lies; it represents our lifeforce, motivation as well as vitality.

Personal example: Sun in Sagittarius in 1st house (Placidus) or 2nd house (whole sign) and the idea of freedom is what helps me get out of bed every single day tbh and just doing my own thing and being comfortable so both houses resonate with me although I do resonate more with the second house since tbh I cannot fully relax and be free if I'm broke lmao but yeah you get the point

My sun trines my Saturn and I kind of see that as my love of learning and discovering new things (Sag) helping that kind of frustration going on with my Saturn being in that 9th house because I am actively fighting back and working hard I would say and I would credit that toward my passion and curiosity

My sun also squares my MC and my Uranus and I will probs only talk about my MC here so like I'm gonna be honest I have a mutable sun you know so at the end of the day I really am wishy washy not super disciplined so it does make sense that that is an area of challenge for me but yeah

I should also mention that my Sun is at 1° degree which is an Aries degree and that (along with my Aries moon as well) helps me be proactive, initiative and passionate so yeah

Dignity and debility:

Domicile: Leo (being special/standing out)

Detriment/Antithesis: Aquarius (egalitarian perspective, being within a group)

Exaltation: Aries (independance, instinct)

Fall/Depression: Libra (partnership, hesitation)

Planetary joy:

The sun has its joy in the 9th house. In other words it is most comfortable and productive/powerful being there because 9th house central/obvious themes are higher learning, spirituality and the Sun is all about clarity, self discovery and potential as well so I think it is an awesome placement to have and I will make a post about the planetary joys so I can speak of this in more detail but yeah

Sect:

If the Sun is above the horizon, the individual's chart would be a day chart which mean that the native will have Jupiter as a benefic and Mars as a malefic

If it is below the horizon, we would be dealing with a night chart and Venus would be the benefic with Saturn being the malefic planet

Gender:

The Sun is masculine so it would feel more comfortable being in masculine signs (Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius/fire and air signs) in general expressing itself in its masculine energy (active, fast acting, welcoming change). In the case of the Sun I'd look at the Quadrant as well (I have made a post about the Gender of Planets as well)

Father figure:

Aspects between the Sun and other planets especially inner planets, as well as the house it is in (angular, succedent or cadent) can tell us a lot about one's relationship with the father/father figure(s), father's situation etc (aspects with outer planets are important too with the Sun but especially if they (Neptune, Uranus, Pluto) are in an angular house (their effect would be more notable in this case)

I will add more information as I go but I wanted to post it rn so there u go lol and make sure to check this post again in a day or two for its full version x

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weirdstuffinthewoods · 6 months ago

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Jane Schoenbrun and the Screen Trilogy

Director Jane Schoenbrun’s “Screen Trilogy” seems set to define a period that feels deeply personal to those whose adolescence was shaped by the meteoric rise of the internet and the isolating comfort of technology.

Using a cohesive blend of glowing cool-toned hues, long, lingering shots, and scores and soundtracks that perfectly evoke teen ennui and lonely melancholy, Schoenbrun has used the allure of the screen to craft dreamlike meditations on identity, isolation, and transness that leave viewers feeling so seen.

A quick glance at the tumblr tag, letterboxd reviews, or TikTok videos shows one common thread: Thank you, Jane. And it's well-earned from the beginning. (More under the cut)

With the first installment of the Screen Trilogy, Schoenbrun tackles the questioning of identity through fears generated from unrestricted childhood internet access (something that usually gave the millennial generation something we can never unsee). we’re all going to the world’s fair follows Casey, a teen who partakes in the viral World’s Fair Challenge that leads to an ambiguous separation of self that leaves the audience questioning whether Casey was truly losing herself or merely participating in an elaborate, creepypasta-fueled MMORPG. When speaking about the film with The Hollywood Reporter, Schoenbrun says,

“It really resonated and reminded me of something I went looking for online in my own youth, which was an effort to remove myself from my body and my identity and exist in a space where I could express myself creatively, and perhaps even explore myself personally, outside of ‘the real world.’”

Casey mentions at one point that she can feel herself leaving her body, adding to the overarching theme of dysphoria.

This and many other vulnerable moments are shared through video which is really the only way the audience gets to know Casey, a key piece of information when JLB comes into play. Like us, JLB sees Casey expressing a number of concerning symptoms and thoughts. JLB reaches out to Casey, an adult man reaching out to “save” a teenager he knows nothing about. The adolescents of the internet age know this character all too well.

Between the unspoken disquiet of JLB’s “guardianship” and the time spent with Casey out in the barn in the middle of the night watching ASMR videos with her stuffed lemur, Poe, Schoenbrun’s work reaches out to the kids who, like them, found solace on the internet. We found a world that was bigger than our little towns, we found ways to self-soothe (visual stim videos come to mind as the new ASMR), and sometimes we found people like JLB (we basically made Chris Hansen the hero he is- we love Chris Hansen). For the first time, the isolated, sometimes trans or questioning, internet kid in us felt seen.

Schoenbrun slapped us with nostalgia again in 2024’s I Saw the TV Glow, a magenta-saturated amalgamation of teenage ennui and suburban melancholy that pushes through your ribcage, reaching for your heart without you even noticing until 2/3 of the way through, your frantically beating heart is ripped from your chest among screaming tv static and sparks, leaving you silent in the face of wails of unimaginable pain and need.

Soft-spoken 7th grader Owen meets 9th grader Maddy who’s reading the episode guide for The Pink Opaque- a Buffy-style 90s paranormal teen show Owen has only caught glimpses of, but that he’s totally fascinated with. The two watch an episode together, and as Maddy leaves Owen tape after tape to watch on his own, the pull of The Pink Opaque becomes impossible to ignore.

Schoenbrun is open about it- “I really did live and breathe Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I cared about Buffy more than I cared about my real life”. The same was true for a lot of us. Millennial kids weren’t quite the latchkey kids of the 80s but also weren’t yet the iPad kids of the late 00s. Parents were still learning how to parent and were either too controlling (like Owen’s parents) or too absent (like Maddy’s). Piggybacking on the theme of identity from world’s fair, the kids that didn’t see themselves reflected in popular media or the cliques at school would become masters of escapism, using books, movies, or TV shows like Buffy (it was Charmed for me) to create an inner world where they felt safe, wanted, seen.

Where world’s fair is about the loss and search for identity, I Saw the TV Glow tackles the question of “what next?” What do you do when you know time isn’t moving right, that life isn’t supposed to feel like this? When you learn exactly how to fix it but it sounds absolutely terrifying and insane?

Maddy has no hesitation. “I’m getting out of this town…I’ll die if I stay here. I don’t know how or when exactly, but I know it’s true.” Owen, like Isabel in The Pink Opaque, Maddy says, is afraid of what’s inside him. In Variety, Schoenbrun comments on their differences.

“What we experience through Maddy is this ultimate self-liberation: you have to destroy yourself totally in order to be reborn as who you really are. … Maddy knows that there’s somewhere where she can be full and it’s not worth staying in this place.”

The film encloses a number of deeply disturbing, viscerally upsetting scenes in monologues that connect the audience with feelings of dysphoria, of the disjointed way trans people experience time, and the fear of that time running out in conjunction with the fear of the future. Like world’s fair, the conclusion is ambiguous, but more hopeful in its way. It acknowledges the pain, the fear, the sheer exhaustion of transitioning, but proves it as a method of survival, and reassures the audience, “there is still time”, before leaving them with a cut to pink static where they can cry it out to some Frances Quinlan.

Not too much is known about their third installment, Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma, but Schoenbrun explains that it both pays homage to and critiques the lineage of trans and queer villains as sexual deviants. The New Yorker sums it up as follows:

“[Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma] follows a queer filmmaker hired to direct a new installment of a long-running slasher franchise. The director fixates on the prospect of casting the “final girl” from the original movie, and the two women descend into a frenzy of psychosexual mania.”

Slated to be gorier and funnier (thank God) than the previous installments, Schoenbrun is now turning to the aftermath of transition and the reclaiming of identity through sex, an important and often overlooked facet of transness. They’ve also sold a book, Public Access Afterworld, originally meant to be a TV show but now taken down in literary form. Schoenbrun hopes it will rival franchises like Sandman or Lord of the Rings in its scope, finally giving trans media an epic of its own.

All this fan can say is I can’t wait.

Sources:

Jane Schoenbrun Finds Horror Close to Home | The New Yorker

'I Saw the TV Glow' Director Jane Schoenbrun on A24 Film's Trans Meaning (variety.com)

How We’re All Going to the World’s Fair Grew Out of Internet’s Subconscious (hollywoodreporter.com)

#i saw the tv glow #jane schoenbrun #we're all going to the world's fair #trans cinema #trans film #the screen trilogy #horror #analog horror

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vialism · 5 months ago

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Oh wow carte blanche on dab questions!

For the scene where Tyler calls Josh asking if he wants to be in the band, please tell me you based it on the 2012 Columbus Monthly interview and it was not a complete coincidence because I would die if it is!

I did not find that interview until after I read dab and was like.. no fucking way!!

Are there any other things lifted from interviews or stories? (Other than the RAB series, love how you intertwine that so well).

I fucking love and laugh everytime at the "what do I feed Tyler Joseph do not read into it" lol

Love the way you handle Nick and Chris leaving feels very realistic and particularly Tyler's reaction and what we know about his fear of people leaving him (Navigating looking at you, even 10 years later).

And finallyyy, I am a bottom Tyler truther but I am always interested on other people's reasons why, particularly since you make Mark even so aware of it enough to ask Josh if he is a top lol

ack holy moly i love these questions! i will do my best to answer!

of course, of COURSE it was not a coincidence... hehehe I knew what I was doing! I love love love taking dialogue from actual things they've said and weaving it into fics as realistically as possible. I've seen other people on twitter discover that interview and been like "WAIT LIKE IN DREAMERS AT BEST" and honestly... MIND BLOWING that people find out canon things from my fic before they realize they're like. real. humbling as fuck and also makes my research feel worth it!!! i started writing dab not too long after i went through my clikkie rite of passage in which i deep dived and watched every single pilots interview of all time (which i assume all fans go through, or at least all neurodivergent fans LOL). so a lot of these things were fresh in my mind.

i'm trying to think of other major things off the top of my head that came from real interviews or stories that we know are true. we know they met at the newport (sadly the exit sign detail came later!), we know the timeline and details of how mark stumbled into tyler's life, ditto the timeline of josh filling in for colin in hoh - i REALLY tried to get the timeline leading up to josh joining the band right. we only learned later that he had been about to move to nashville when tyler asked him to be in the band. sitting on the rooftop of the grocery store is something they've talked about from their early friendship... obviously so much else was filled in around what we know, but the goal was to make everything believable with the details we had, and it seems like that's part of what really resonated with people about the fic!

i went through a phase where i could not stand rereading the first 4 chapters of dab. so hearing that you love that random text josh sends in chapter 3 is actually so validating. i feel like i grew as a writer SO much over the course of writing the fic, and sometimes it's weird to read the early chapters in contrast with the later chapters where... idk, the language is more sophisticated? but i try to remind myself that they were growing up over the course of the fic too. and, people love and cherish those chapters for what they are. and i finally do too.

ohhh i'm glad you mentioned the whole "kinda feels like everybody leaves" stuff in regard to nick and chris, because that is absolutely where my mind goes. part of the story that dab tells is that josh isn't just a great drummer and friend with sex appeal who would help the band get famous - josh did not want to do anything else with his life except play music with tyler. he would do anything for tyler. he would break his back hauling that fucking piano case for as long as it took. he was never leaving. and somehow we are still living that narrative in the lore in 2024. tyler. that boy is not going to leave you.

hello, bottom tyler truther... we are the same. i love the idea of either of them bottoming and truly either works, but... josh is generous. josh wants to give. he wants to take care of people, and he shows his love through quiet protectiveness. tyler has a personality where he clings to control - we know this. so a true mark of trust for him, his truest form of intimacy, is ceding control to someone else. it really doesn't matter whose dick goes where... tyler just needs to be cared for. and everyone, including mark, can see how well josh takes care of him.

OH!!!!! this got extremely long. i guess i also just want to always say that even 8 years after starting it i am IN AWE of how many people still care about that fic. it is humbling for real. thank you thank you for caring enough about it to ask these questions :')

#yapping about my fics again fork found in kitchen #<3 #dreamers at best #my fics

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Where would I put Chris Pratt in the DCU?

It's no secret director and now head of the DCU James Gunn loves himself certain actors.

He continues to add additions to his DCU from past work, including Nathan Fillion as Green Lantern Guy Gardner and brother Sean Gunn as billionaire Maxwell Lord.

While these castings are both fun and exciting for the future of the DCU, since both of these castings, a realization came upon me. Jame Gunn will likely cast many of his friends into this universe. And while most are talented, accomplished actors, there is one man who has been looming over my soul...

Chris Pratt.

No do not get me wrong, he is a talented actor. From The Lego Movie to Guardians of the Galaxy, Pratt has a way of impressing me. Granted every now and then he is a Mario or an Owen Grady, but he continues to be a big star and be a draw for financial success. Which is kind of the problem.

I worry if Chris Pratt does join this universe, due to his stardom he likely will be given a major role. Granted I don't think Gunn would make him Batman, but could Peter Safran? Could larger execs?

He's a big white guy and a big draw. By that logic, he could play The Flash, Booster Gold, Green Lantern, or really anyone he chooses.

So in order to save those for actors who I can more properly see as those characters, I put together a few roles I think Chris Pratt can play in the DCU, some more fun, some more serious, some more longterm, and some for a fun one off, ending with the one I like most.

Let's start by going over a couple of things like:

What is Chris Pratt good at?

A lot actually.

Chris is very good at playing characters who are losers. From Star-Lord, Barley Lightfoot and Emmett, Chris voices or plays lovable underdogs really well.

Chris also loves playing army guys. It's clear from the Terminal List and Tomorrow War, he likes to be a soldier. Perhaps we find something military for the guy to do

The man can do funny, but has range. Particularly in James Gunn flicks, Star-Lord has some really emotional scenes that resonate every viewing. We don't have to go silly.

Other Stipulations

No matter who we pick, Chris Pratt will be compared to Star-Lord. It may be wise to stay away from characters like Star-Lord (so you won't be seeing Adam Strange, or Booster on this list).

Chris is also a draw right now, and a busy one at that. If he is entering the DCU, it may be smart to give him a vital role, but not one that needs to be in every movie. So we're probably not looking at Hal Jordan, but Kilowog isn't off the table.

Finally Star-Lord didn't wear his helmet at all last movie. So I'm guessing we'll want to pick a character where Chris can show his face.

5. Kite Man

We're starting off our list with a bit of a joke turned icon much like Pratt himself.

Kite Man is a C list villain who is often the butt of a joke and never taken extremely seriously. Chuck Brown uses Kites to commit crimes, and while he is an excellent glider, he's rarely ever a threat. He appeared in Batman the Brave and the Bold but is mostly known as a background character in the Harley Quinn Series.

While the character is usually around Gotham City, he could absolutely be put in any city in the DCU and make just as much sense. He could be fun as a one and done Batman villain, but even more fun as a recurring villain, kind of like Turk Barrett in the Netflix Marvel shows.

He's silly, pathetic, but likable, and leaves a lot of room for Pratt to make it his own. It feels like going back to his Andy Dwyer days, which could be fresh at this point.

While this is fun and I would love it, I don't know how overall useful this is of Pratts skills, or if him being so big takes away from the fun of Kite Man. It may be too small or too frequent for the mans schedule as well, but I thought it was worth a mention.

4. The Ventriloquist

If we wanted to tap Pratt's voice work and serious acting, The Ventriloquist is a character I've been hoping to see for quite awhile.

Arnold Wesker is a crime is a meek meager man who has a psychotic break and uses a puppet, nicknamed Scarface, to execute crimes and become a mob boss.

This is a a great duel role I think a comedian can strive in, and one that can push Pratt into another level as far as acting goes. It could put him in talks with actors like Paul Dano or Heath Ledger for the greatest Batman villain.

It also wouldn't be a role Pratt would have to do for long or frequently. He could be the start of the Batman trilogy and die in the first film.

My main concern is if he can pull off the meager nature of Arnold. I think an actor like Charlie Day, Ty Burrell or even Will Ferrell might put in a performance that get people talking about it much more.

Again I wouldn't be mad at it, it would definitely be a different and weird pick. But not my first choice for the character or Pratt.

3. Jor-El

I kind of love this one.

Jor-El is a role with big potential for a star. Being played by both Marlon Brando and Russell Crowe, it may require a modern day mega star. Is Pratt that mega star?

Utilizing Pratt here would be extremely different then how we've seen him before. He would be militaristic and more dramatic than we've seen him before. Plus he's big enough to believable be Superman's dad.

It may be smart to put Pratt in an older mentor role. But will he be too distracting as Jor-El? And is his voice as iconic as Brando or Crowe?

I think it's still a role I'd be happy to give to Pratt. But I have two more I think would be more fun for his set of skills.

2. Jay Garrick

He'd look pretty good in the tin hat.

Jay Garrick is the original Flash, a speedster who is often over 100 years old and a major mentor to Barry and Wally.

Now he may be very old but is often much more spry due to the speed force. And we can age up Pratt using VFX or just give him a little gray in the temples. Depends on how old you want to make him.

Having Pratt as the original Flash Jay Garrick would hint at a larger DC Universe, one with a Justice Society, and him play a role much different than Star-Lord.

As Jay, Pratt would be crucial to the universe but not as needed in the big team ups as Wally or Barry. If he did want a prequel, we can set one in WWII similar to the Justice Society movie.

As The Flash, Pratt can be funny, charming, but now wise and mentoring, which would be a good change of pace for Pratt. This would be a lock for me, if there wasn't a role I think he may nail even better.

1. Pat Dugan - STRIPE

A sidekick. A has been. A loser. Connected to a wider DC Universe. A Mentor. An inherently silly character. Very midwest.

Chris Pratt is Pat Dugan.

Originally the driver and sidekick for the Star-Spangled Kid who eventually became Star Man, Stripesy finds himself mentoring the younger new Justice Society after his step-daughter Courtney discovers Star Mans staff and becomes Stargirl.

Due to being useless in the past, he creates a make shift Mech suit known as STRIPE and uses it to fight evil with his step-daughter, who both form a special bond.

Pratt would be hitting many of the keynotes he's great at while playing a character extremely different from Star-Lord. Unlike Peter, Pat is very human, and relatable. He was not accepted as a hero during the Justice Society days, so he has something to prove, and feels tremendous guilt for what happed to his old team.

This would be a great role for Pratt. As secondary lead, he could appear in big team up movies, or stay out of the fight and be a mentor character only. He'd have a huge impact on the universe, be a window into the past, and play a role that is dramatic, funny, and gives us something new and different from what we've ever seen from Pratt.

I don't know if he should be, but if Chris Pratt is joining the DCU, he should be our STRIPE.

Thank you so much for reading! Please consider following, and check out my socials and other sites here! And let me know: Where would you put Chris Pratt in the DCU?

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Blackguard Review/Analysis

Was thinking about Devil’s Line recently, and it’s weird place as a series I gave high praise for, but I still somewhat categorize as a guilty pleasure in my mind. Perhaps because in comparison to other works I praise, it is not so subtle and tightly written. It is sincere and blunt with its metaphors to an almost embarrassing degree, and I don’t know how much it political thriller elements hold up once you take a step back. Yet at the same time, the character and relationship writing is so endearing, even when tackling familiar archetypes and stories, and the worldbuilding for its social science elements had love and care put into it. It truly left an impact on me to the point I said I would follow Ryo Hanada anywhere. And well, when I discovered her second series, Blackguard was finished, I figured I might as well keep my word.

CW: Suicide Ideation

Where I had some reluctance with Devil’s Line for how heavy-handed the romance was at the start, on the surface, Blackguard can seem overly edgy at first. Minami wear a black cloak, wields and katana in a sci-fi setting and is defined by his constant suicide ideation. All together it can look like a thoughtless power fantasy that might have unfortunate implications. Not to mention when an early antagonist gets identified as having callously murdered someone by higher ups almost immediately yet is allowed to walk free, it can feel like the rules of this world are only hastily scratched out for contrivance’s sake.

Summary Time: The world is suddenly overrun by monsters called “shojo,” and anyone who is bit by one is infected with a mysterious virus that turns them into the same being. To defeat the shojo, humans live in “aerial cities” and formed units called “guards.”

Nanao Minami, also known as the Blackguard, fights but without regard for his own life. What is his motivation and why does he want to die so readily?

But the more I read it, the more it became clear that the post apocalyptic setting existed mostly so the story could explore themes of purpose under more extreme settings. When your world is hanging on by a thread, finding a purpose to keep pushing forward can be difficult. Showing that same canny social science bent, Minami’s suicide ideation is diagnosed as a disease in this new society, with its own treatments and approaches with varying effects. And the way we see the body horror of the shojos and his journey to recovery intersect is both emotional and thrilling.

There is so much love put into every character and their various relationships, I found it hard not to be invested. Even when side characters like Tokimune don’t get much time to shine outside of a supporting role, I found it easy to care about them just as much as everyone. Plus it doesn’t take long for this series own plot twists and cliffhangers to start rolling. And when they do start firing out, I find they add a lot of interesting texture to the story that wouldn’t exist without its brutal setting or its love for its characters.

I’m going to talk about a major plot twist that occurs during chapter ten, or by the end of volume 2. I think it really works best when viewed unspoiled, but it is important to a lot of what resonated with me about the series, so proceed with caution.

But the reveal that the virus is spreading to our main cast even without having suffered the fatal shojo bites is such a delicious reveal. The idea of what they’re fighting spreading to them in such small and unnoticeable ways, really gets to me in a way few concepts do. But even though in their usual state the shojo are mindless beasts akin to zombies, until the virus fully spreads, every character remains painfully themselves.

In fact, Hanada takes things a step forward and makes it so that the virus is further spread by such intrinsic emotions such as love and friendship. It isn’t a foreign invasion to be fought, but something core to humanity. Minami’s romance with Chris and relationship with his friends put him down a dangerous path, where once he cares about his life, it is so much more at risk.

Kawakami’s story is also a particularly interesting one. He’s ruthless to the point of saying he would have killed his suicidal younger brother if asked, so he could have died in a way that is quicker and less painful. But when he also starts to receive unconditional love for the first time and processes the trauma of his past, it really shakes him to his core. To twist the knife, he has to murder his love interest when she suffers from a shojo bite, and living out his proposed scenario doesn’t make the pain lessen any. Rather he starts to wonder if he saw his brother and shojo as the same thing, humans who couldn’t function “properly,” and if that mindset was truly wrong. In the end he is transformed and loses what he valued so much in himself, but is still sapient enough he has to find a way to keep on living.

But for the way he changes, Minami never regrets the bonds he’s made. There’s a very “better to have loved and lost than never loved at all” attitude to the whole thing. This is emphasized nicely by the subplot related to a trans woman named Alice. After escaping a very hetero-patriarchal cult, she breaks into a city currently being invaded by shojo just to find a surgeon that would give her gender confirmation surgery. It is a dangerous time to be out of commission and she’s already infected and might not live long to enjoy it, but getting to be comfortable in her body is worth the risk in her eyes.

Outside of these character struggles, some of the other plots stakes aren’t so effectively delivered. The shojo city invasion seems like this endgame scenario that kinda tampers off without much warning. With the big conspiracy going on and all the tech implemented into the cast’s body, it is shocking more surveillance and punishment isn’t going on. Chihaya becomes an important figure and has a lot of interesting stuff swirling around her, but we never really get into her psyche beyond her questionable romance with Zen. If she was at least five years older and got a POV chapter, that would really help a lot of things connected to her. And we end on a pretty anticlimactic note with several plot threads still unwrapped.

But considering all the focus on any day being their last, I think it still somehow works to quickly zoom out to humanity’s end and their legacy. I am always a sucker for tragedies that take the time to say “even though they were doomed, the love still mattered.” The series was likely canceled, so I can’t fault an author that is also having to deal with an early ending, and some of the notes at the end to me put together enough clues to piece some of my questions together.

So PL-41 is confirmed to be an airborne virus, contrary to the cast’s presumption it was only through bites. This was likely the secret being kept by the higher-ups. Considering we see a flashback of Minami as a healthy, happy teen with a full head of black hair, his white streak from the start was a sign of his infection. And perhaps his depression was his body fighting against the virus the best way it knew how. Considering his memories of his time before his depression are vague idk if that is supposed to point towards conspiracy nonsense, it does deep in how deeply fucked humanity was before the first page. And yet the happiness he managed to carve out for himself was still worth being told about. The planet the virus originated from apparently had the tech to stop it, but lacked the compassion to actually fully implement a vaccine program. So yeah everything is pointing to the “loved but lost” interpretation even more.

Despite my melancholy rambling, the story hardly feels all doom and gloom. As harrowing as things get, there are still times for joy and levity. In fact the ending doesn’t even wallow that long in humanity’s fate. Ultimately what remains of the last of humans is their love and desperate desire to survive, and Blackguard argues that all things considered, it isn’t a bad legacy to have.

#my reviews #seasalt talks #blackguard #ryo hanada #nanao minami #chris mijayi

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spencerrussell · 1 year ago

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Discussion Leader Presentation

Coldplay - The Scientist :

“The Scientist” by Coldplay is a song which dives into self-reflection, introspection, and the overall desire to go back in time to fix past mistakes. In an interview with the lead singer of Coldplay, Chris Martin, he explained that “It’s weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of global economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone.” He went on to say that the song is “just about girls.” In this way, it explores themes of love and loss as well as the constant search for meaning in one’s life. The lyrics convey a strong sense of regret and longing and allows the listener to contemplate the consequences of their actions. This is how this beautiful song continues to resonate with so many people emotionally.

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The music video is known for its reverse narrative which uses reverse motion throughout its entirety. This was not the first time reverse motion was used in a music, as it is seen in The Pharcyde’s music video of “The Drop” in 1995 as well as Danny Wilson’s “The Second Summer of Love” in 1989. The use of reverse motion in this piece is really meant to be, since it describes Martin's wish to turn back time both visually and through the lyrics. It portrays Chris Martin moving backwards in time and eventually leading up to a frightening car crash with his girlfriend. This music video was also awarded multiple MTV Video Music Awards including best direction, best group video, and breakthrough video of the year in 2003.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

And tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions

No, let's go back to the start

It's clear in the first set of lyrics that Martin wants to start over with his girl and regrets parting ways. He also reinforces his feelings by describing his willingness to tell his deepest secrets in return to be in love again.

Louis Althusser, Ideology and Ideological State Apparatuses :

Both Coldplay’s “The Scientist” and Louis Althusser’s writings on ideology and ideological state apparatuses explore themes of introspection, self-reflection, and the influence of societal structures on individuals. While they may approach these themes from different angles, they both touch upon the complexities of human existence and the role of ideology in shaping our perceptions as well as our behaviors. Martin describes feelings of complexities in his life by clarifying his frustrations with the way his relationship fell apart and how the same situation is replayed in each attempt he makes. In mentioning "heads on a science apart," Martin emits the message that by looking at their relationship through a logical sense may evoke the feeling that it may never work, just as scientists analyze in a logical manner.

Runnin’ in circles, comin’ up tails

Heads on a science apart

Karl Marx - The German Ideology :

Karl Marx’s “The German Ideology” also shares similar themes to “The Scientist” by Coldplay in the way that both dive into critique of social structures and introspection. Although they may approach these themes from different perspectives (music vs. philosophy), both pieces touch upon the complexities of human existence as well as the influence of ideology on individuals in society.

“Consciousness can never be anything else than the conscious existence, and the existence of men is their actual life process.” (Marx 656)

I feel as though this quote from Marx represents how one can only learn his mistakes through his own life experience and that the existence of one's ideology is based on the process of their direct actions. Both in the lyrics and the music video, I think Martin's piece is parallel to this thinking.

The Beatles - Yesterday

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Written and performed by Paul McCartney, Yesterday was first released in 1965 on the Beatles album Help! and reached number one in the U.S. Charts that year. With over 2,200 cover versions of the song, it stands as one of the most covered songs in the history of recorded music.

Although there is no music video to this song, this live performance by the Beatles at Studio 50 in New York City is still important in music today as it was extremely high production at the time. While it is an emotional song, the mass popularity of the Beatles was is quite evident by the constant yelling of fans throughout the act.

“Yesterday” by the Beatles is similar to “The Scientist” through its ability to describe lost love, self reflection, along with a longing for a different outcome of the past. Both evoke a strong sense of consciousness, nostalgia and the desire to go back and change how relationships or experiences turned out. Martin and McCarthy share a similar message in their attempts to return to their former feelings and ponder as to how their actions may have soured the relationship. While the Beatles “Yesterday” displays a slightly different style of music, both pieces equally resonate with the listeners who can relate to these emotions and experiences conveyed by the artists.

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

The lyrics of the hook, "Oh I believe in yesterday," are used to describe how McCartney wishes to go back to the troubles of his past relationship instead of remaining by himself and reflecting on how it could have gone differently. He then goes on to reflect on his own actions and wonders why she even walked out,

Why she had to go

I don’t know, she wouldn’t say

I said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday

Discussion Questions :

Are feelings of self-reflection, introspection, and critiquing social structures still relevant in a lot of music today?

Both songs use metaphorical language throughout the lyrics. What do these metaphors reveal about the artists' perspectives on life, regrets, and the human condition? How do they challenge or reinforce societal norms and expectations?

What personal lessons or societal critiques can listeners take away from these songs? How do they inspire or discourage us to reflect on our own lives and the world around us?

#discussionleader #swampfilmanalysis

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years ago

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YOU WON’T PLAY, YOU’RE NO FUN — PROF!CHRIS

summary: chris evans is your professor with whom you’ve had an affair with since the beginning of the semester. you meet with him over zoom with your fellow teammates to discuss your project, but you can’t seem to get into the right mindset. instead of providing the group with clever comments and ideas, all you do is test the limits of chris’ patience and self control.

warnings: don’t have sex with your prof please, mentions of online classes, smut including: established dom/sub relationship & teacher/student relationship (abuse of power used strictly as a joke, they are both 18+ and consensual), degradation, masturbation & mutual masturbation, edging. MINORS DON’T READ NOR INTERACT.

word count: 1500

notes: rail me daddy :) i’m a hoe for teacher/student if you can’t tell already. i do keep it vague by not mentioning any majors, don’t worry! it’s my first time writing for chris, so please, be kind!!! i hope you enjoy reading this mess!!!! ily <3

gif credits: capsgrantrogers blessing us with this low quality webcam goodness.

“Miss /Y/L/N, would you mind staying a little longer? I need to talk to you.” Chris’ voice resonated as your classmates went quiet before they waved their cameras goodbye and left the two of you alone.

Uh oh.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” By the time you were done with your question, you noticed that his face was frozen. “Mister Evans! Chris?! I think there’s an issue I can’t — hear you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You seriously needed to get that Internet connection checked. You had your hand on your laptop, ready to close it up when you heard the familiar noise of a video call, but this time it was a private conversation.

“Don’t want anybody to walk in on us, right?” Chris winked and smirked at you. You had a flashback of that one time you hooked up in his office and realized his door was left ajar when you could hear the secretary of the department arguing with the printer. You thanked your guardian angel (who must had been very disappointed) that you were just on your knees blowing him off, and that nothing too serious was going on.

You laughed, for a second you thought you were in trouble.

“What was that all about?” Chris questioned, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a dark expression.

“I have no clue what you’re referring too.” You shrugged lightly and looked at the screen, wishing he had chosen another shirt that showcased his tattoos. You were lucky enough to see his arms from the short sleeves, you felt as aroused as royal men back in the day when they saw a woman’s ankles.

Chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh, really? There is no explanation to the attitude you’ve been giving your teammates and me all morning?”

You sighed again, loud enough for him to hear you. “They’re idiots and I’m sick of their shit. They’re not doing anything on the project yet they show off in front of you just to —“

“Got it, they’re dumb and you’re smart.” He put the emphasis on the last few words. “Tell me, Miss, if you’re that smart, how come you’ve made the very stupid decision to be rude to me as well?”

You swallowed thickly. You were just so pissed off, exhausted from the all nighter you had to do in order to complete the requirements for today’s class. “Chris, look, you know it wasn’t about you...” You heard him cough. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’d call you a good girl, but good girls don’t talk back and they certainly don’t act so bratty. What a potty mouth, you swore in front of everybody. Do I have to teach you manners too? I’m afraid that’s not listed on my tasks as your professor, too bad.”

“I said I was sorry! You know how much I hate them!”

“Do I have to give you a bad grade for not cooperating? Not everybody is as understanding as me, you need to learn that.”

He sounded so arrogant, so condescending. As much as you hated it, it turned you on. You were all squirmy on your chair, and he caught up on that.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, princess? Why are you on the edge?”

You looked up through your lashes, letting out a complaint. That fucker. The last time you met, which was over a week ago, he had an emergency and had to leave his apartment to go on campus. How convenient, you had not finished and you were left breathless and worked up on his bed. He made you promise not to touch yourself without permission on his way out. He knew just how impatient you could get. All the needy texts you sent him while he was looking over his other classes during an exam; all the begging you did over the phone while he insisted on doing small talk.

“You won’t play with me,” you pouted at the screen. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, his voice sounded lower than usual while he sat up on his chair. He loved this game with you, probably as much as you did if not more.

You noticed his arm disappeared out of the frame. You’d do ten other team works with your stupid colleagues if it meant you’d be the one to take care of his hard on at that very moment.

“Oh, baby wanna have fun? Is that it? You should have told me sooner!” He cleared his throat when he heard you sigh again, giving you a warning. “Get those fingers nice and wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking on two fingers of your dominant hand. You picked up on the back and forth movements of his arm, he was palming at his crotch. You caught a glimpse of him standing up — he was in tight Calvin Klein boxers — and sitting back down, his cock freed from his clothes. “I’ve been good, Sir. So good.”

He nodded slowly, after spitting in his hand and starting to fist his cock. “Oh, really?”

You nodded frantically. “I haven’t touched myself since you left,” you pulled your hand away from your mouth, a string of saliva fell down your chin. “I’ve been so wet for you, Sir. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” He groaned, the speed of his arm motions increased.

You jerked on your chair at the contact of your fingers, your panties were soaked from your arousal. “Sir!” You moaned out when you circled faster against the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so fucked up for me, you’d rather cum on your fingers than on my face, huh?” You felt tears pooling in your eyes. “Stop touching yourself and answer me.”

You pulled your hand away, showing it to the camera so he believed you. “I want to cum so bad, Sir! Please, just once! And I’ll wait until we meet again. I need it!”

“And I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and you don’t hear me complainin’.” His bicep flexed in his tight shirt, his breathing got heavier. “I waited for you the entire week. I didn’t text you in the middle of the night begging like a desperate slut.” He nodded, indicating you could start rubbing again.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. He was edging you, again.

“Eyes on me, Baby. Need to see you.”

It took so much energy just to keep your eyes open.

“Faster.” He growled, he was so close too. You could feel it, even if he was far away.

“Sir, please!”

“Stop, stop right fucking now.” He pulled away from his swollen cock at the same time as you did. “I won’t tolerate attitude like this again, you heard me?” You nodded, mouthed a ‘yes’. “I don’t want to repeat myself. You’re such a dumb little baby sometimes, I’ll probably have to.” The more he mocked you, the more you needed to touch yourself again. “Next time you act like a bitch in my class, you’ll regret it.” You never took his threats lightly. The first, and last, time that you did, you ended up bent over his knee with the belt of his dress pants spanking your ass red like the ink from the pen he used to grade papers

“I’ll count to ten. At ten, you’ll...”

“I’ll cum!” You spoke excitedly.

“Yes, Babygirl. You’ll get to cum.” He licked his lips and stroked his beard, his hand holding his sensitive cock. “Ready?”

You replied with even more enthusiasm and he started to count up.

“Slowly, 1, 2, 3...” He swallowed thickly. “Add more pressure now, 4, 5, 6,” he tightened his grip around his cock. “Faster, 7, 8, 9...” he jerked himself up at the same speed as you. “Now, cum for me. Make a mess like you’d do on my cock. That’s right, cum for me, Princess.”

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you released yourself on your hand. You were panting and clenching around nothing, wishing you were with Chris right now.

He growled loudly as he released himself on his hand and shirt. “Look what you did to me, Baby.” He sat up just enough to show you, causing you to laugh at the sight of his messed up top.

In exchange, you showed him your slick coated fingers before you licked them clean. Blood rushed to his cock again, but he took a deep breath to calm down. “All good now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Sir.” You smiled, content and satisfied.

He wiped his hand clean with his shirt, after he removed it and let you admire his broad chest and inked drawings. “I’m giving you extra homework.”

Your smile disappeared and you squinted, mentally preparing for more readings or an extra essay on how good he fucked you. It would be your third or fourth, you ran out of synonyms to explain that he made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Take a shower and a nap, I’ll get to this meeting and meet you back home, okay?”

Your face lit up again, and you clapped happily.

“See? I can be fun when I want to.”

#chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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matan4il · 3 years ago

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Hi lovely! I wanted to thank you for the tag 🥰 I wish you happiness and everything this world has to offer.

I have a question 911 related: would you consider Eddie Diaz the best character there is in the 911-verse? If yes, why?

I do think he is and I can't wait to discover more of him in the next episodes.

ciao 👋 stay safe 💓

Hi darling! :D *hugs BIG* of course, I am always sending hugs and love your way, wishing you the best as well! And always so grateful for all of the kindness you’ve shown me, and the love you send my way. I absolutely treasure it! :***

OMG! XD That is such a difficult question, because I honestly love 911 as an ensemble show, and adore so many of the characters? Like, even side characters such as Karen, Michael, Ravi, Toni, manage to make their way into my heart with surprising ease! So it’s hard to choose just one. If I had to? I think Buck is my fave on a personal level, I relate to some of his abandonment issues, as well as what it’s like to grow up with parents who don’t love you (or in my case, who were socially raised to believe stuff that made me feel unloved as a kid. As an adult, we’re fixing some of that, thankfully). But I love Eddie so much, that even though he’s a close second for me, the gap between him and Buck is almost non-existent, and there are places where I identify with Eddie more than with Buck (I served in the army too, I get Eddie’s trauma better than I wanna admit). And then there’s Chris who is just such a fantastic kid, not to mention a great representation of character with disabilities not reduce to only that, or who only exists to make abled characters feel better about themselves (and being disabled myself, that really resonates with me), that he’s my third fave. And again, by a really small margin! Then there’s of course the magic that these three are as a family, so that only makes me love all three of them more, like a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts... Does any of that make sense? I hope so!

I’m so happy you found a character you love so much in Eddie, and that we get to share that love! Thank you so much for telling me about it and allowing me to ramble on as well. Have the best of days, love! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

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screamingatanemptyroom · 4 years ago

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Please Fix the Story pt 23 - Sci Fi

Here is the next part! There is at least one more part in this world. Getting really close to the end!

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Enjoy!

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Life moved on, and despite the growing anxiety I had after my encounter with Chris, things moved smoothly. Chris had disappeared after that night, leaving his resignation from the academy laying on his desk. Liam was busy with wedding plans, occasionally checking in to make sure I was happy with his choices.

He was honestly much more thoughtful about it than I would have been, and I was happy to have his help. My father arranged his leave and was on his way. We also heard from Liam’s parents that they were going to arrive soon as well.

When Liam received the news, he became perfectly still for a few moments. I watched him, concerned at the obvious change.

“Liam, are you okay?”

“I – I don’t know.” His eyes were unfocused, as if staring off into space. “Why… are they coming?”

“Because they’re your parents? I doubt they would miss the wedding of a royal family member, no matter how bad your relationship is.”

“Parents… it’s… all wrong.” Liam seemed to be struggling against some invisible bind. His dark blue eyes flickered, and seemed to almost glow in the shadow of the resting area we sat it.

WARNING. World destabilization detected. Attempting forced conformity… Failure… host and partner soul strength too high.

Unable to see the bright blue words hanging in the air, Liam continued speaking.

“This… isn’t right. I don’t have family." His face was becoming more certain. “It’s not my fate. All I have is…” He glanced at me, his eyes filled with pain. “Bel..?”

WARNING! Stabilize world story immediately or face destruction and mission failure.

I reached out quickly, holding Liam’s hands in my own. “Liam, take a deep breath. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation.

“I know it seems wrong, but for now I need you to go with the idea of having parents and family.”

“But…?”

“Trust me. “

“Okay.” He leaned back, sighing. The glowing dark blue of his eyes faded, and he closed them for a brief moment, before seemingly returning back to normal. “I trust you.”

We don’t belong here.

The uncertainty in this world grew each day. Liam, whoever Chris had become… me… we weren’t from this world. But if we deviated to much, the world could destabilize, and I could fail the mission.

I just needed to keep my head down, blend in and complete the mission.

Try not to rebel too much against the role I’d been given in this world, except the ending.

Simple, right?

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“We’ve talked the last few hours about our lists, now it’s your turn! What do you miss most about Chris, Alaira?”

Maybe world destabilization, mission failure and soul destruction aren’t that bad after all.

I stared at the group of young women in front me, wondering for the hundredth time in the past hour how I had been roped into this... harem support group?

Allie, Ilene and Wen stared back at me, waiting for me to answer.

“I… miss kicking his butt in mock Mech battles?” I winced as I spoke, realizing they would probably take offense at that, but to my surprise they all smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, you were a very important rival to Chris.” Ilene patted me on the back.

Allie spoke up, “He was always talking about how he wanted to beat you and have you accept him as a fellow Guardian. “

“Yeah… he… I…” Wen started to chime in, but then her face crumpled as she sobbed into her hands. “What are we supposed to do now that he’s gone?! What am I supposed to do without him?! What if he never comes back?!”

“I miss him!”

“Me too!”

Soon all three girls were crying, leaving me in uncomfortable silence in the corner.

Blend in, don’t make waves, don’t try to change things….

“I can’t live without him!” Ilene’s dramatic cry broke something within me.

SCREW THIS!

“OKAY GUYS, SHUT UP!” I stood up, placing my hands on my hips as I stared at them. “You are a group of highly intelligent, talented women in the most competitive military academy in the known universe! And you’re nothing without some guy?”

“He’s not just some….” Wen started to interrupt, but was shushed by me.

“No. No matter how much you care for him. He is a guy, and you are all your own person. You have talents, dreams and stories beyond his existence.” I turned to petite girl beside me first. “You! Wen, you’re one of the top engineering students in the program! With your skills, it would be a cinch to improve upon the current Mech design!” After all, she had ramped up Chris’s Mech in the story, surely she could do the same without him!

“And you!” I pointed at Allie. “You’re a Guardian! You're a level B one at that! That's an even higher level than Chris!”

“But I don’t have his drive…”

“You can have his drive! You can have more than his drive! He spent half his time complaining about how people didn’t take him seriously or how people were trying to force him to be a Connector. You can be TEN TIMES the Guardian Chris was!”

I ignored her startled sputterings and turned towards the dark haired girl on the other side. “And you… Ilene.”

She stared at me warily. “What about me?”

“You’re a freaking Princess! And a super talented Connector! How can that become nothing if Chris isn’t around?”

“…I thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” I answered bluntly. “You treat your brother like trash, and that’s enough for me to want to kick your teeth in.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “That being said, just because I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t respect you as a talented Connector. You just have a crappy personality.”

“Um… Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.” I opened my arms. “You three have top-notch talent all gathered here in one room. What do you need Chris for?! You could be a force to be reckoned with!”

Wen jumped to her feet. “You’re right! I should design a Mech, one stronger than anyone’s ever seen.!”

“Yes!” I pumped a hand in the air.

“And I’ll fly it! I’ll terrorize the Hive until they go running back to their home planet!” Allie stood up as well.

“You’ve got it!”

Ilene joined in. “If I remember, Allie, you and I have a decent resonance match. How about we partner up?”

“Let’s do it!”

The girls high-fived each other while I watched approvingly.

“Let’s destroy the hIve!

“We’ll save humanity!”

‘...And then we’ll find Chris!”

I groaned.

They were so close… but I guess this is better than nothing.

The girls plotted the formation of a new team, surprisingly accepting the team name “Harem” (my suggestion). As they filed out, chattering excitedly, I prepared to escape this mentally exhausting group.

“Alaira, wait.” Princess Ilene stopped me before I could walk out the door.

“What is it?” I kept a neutral expression. I hadn’t been joking when I said I didn’t like her.

She hesitated. “Are you really marrying my brother?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

“…No… it’s just…” She rubbed her face. “He’s… different. And I feel like you should know. “

Sitting back down, I crossed my legs and prepared to listen.

“Since he met you… William is a different person. He’s kinder… gentler… even goes by a different name. He’s never gone by Liam.”

That caught my attention “What was he like before?”

“Angry. Vicious. Hurt people just to watch them suffer.” Her face was blank, as if remembering things she didn’t want to. “He was so mad at the world for not allowing him to match, he spent all his time plotting to take down talented people who could.”

A villain. Was that who he was before Liam stepped in? Like how Alaira was before I took over? Or Chris before… whoever it was… took his body?

“I’m not pretending that I’m perfect, either. You’re right, I treated my brother like garbage, instead of trying to help him. I thought he was a monster. Honestly, I thought his hanging around you was some new scheme…. I was kind of hoping he would take you out so your couldn’t bother Chris…”

“So nice of you.” My tone was sarcastic

“At least I’m honest. Anyways, this doesn’t appear to be some trick… I think he’s changed… he actually seems to care about you. But I thought you should know who he was before he met you.”

“Thanks.” My tone was slightly better than before. “Don’t worry, I know exactly who I’m marrying.”

Liam. Not your villain brother.

“Good Luck.” Ilene seemed relieved, as if a burden was off of her shoulders with the confession, and hurried out.

I stood in the room alone silently for a few moments, processing.

There’s too many questions, and no answers in sight.

I left to find Liam. I missed him.

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I arrived just in time to see Liam and Alaira’s father facing off.

“She is my precious daughter.” The tall middle aged man with close cropped hair and a scowl made scarier by the scar running from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, towered over Liam. His disapproving air was evident.

“Yes.” Liam smiled and nodded, seemingly fearless.

“No man deserves to marry her.”

“Agreed.”

“So who do you think you are?” General Gladus poked Liam’s chest with a finger.

“The luckiest man alive to be able to stand in the same room as Alaira, much less stay by her side all my life.” He held out a plate in front of the angry man. “Cookies?”

“Well, you should know I don’t approve of this fast courtship…” He picked up one of the cookies and bit into it angrily. “You both are so young…” He took another bite. “And I don’t want you to hold her back…”

“I completely agree. I will do my best to support all her goals in life.” Liam handed the general another cookie as he finished the first.

“Good…” He chewed slower. “Is this chocolate? How did you get it so soft but chewy at the same time?”

“I developed the recipe. Would you like more?”

He picked up another one. “Just know this doesn’t mean I fully approve of you.”

“Of course not… Would you like some cake…”

“….”

“I also have homemade hot chocolate.”

“… As long as she likes you, I guess.” He finally muttered, his hands full of baked treats and dessert drinks.

Liam overwhelmed him with support spouse abilities. I laughed in the doorway, attracting the attention of both men.

“Anything for me?”

Liam nodded with a bright smile. “I saved you a plate.”

General Gladus cleared his throat as he saw the large platter filled with cookies.

“Don’t worry, Sir, I saved an extra plate for you.”

“… Don’t think you can bribe me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So I can have your plate, then?”

“The hardened general clutched the plate of cookies to his chest. “Don’t you dare! The boy made them for me out of respect for his future father-in-law!”

“…” Liam and I smiled at each other.

“How is the front line… Dad?” The title felt a little rough as I spoke it. I was still acutely aware that he was Alaira’s father, not mine.

“Stable, for now.” He frowned. “Fortunately we have an elaborate defense system, to give plenty of warning. But they’ve been retreating more and more lately. The higher ups seem to think that they might be admitting defeat, but I just don’t think so. I think they’re preparing for something… big.”

He’s right.

I knew the ending of the original story. Around the time Alaira was supposed to graduate, they had attacked in the largest numbers ever seen, necessitating all senior students being recruited to help fight. Even Alaira, who was without a Connector and would have normally been left behind was brought in. They couldn’t afford to leave any powerful guardian out.

I still have a little more time, though. I can train with Liam, maybe get Wen to help upgrade our Mechs, train up some of the students… We can have a chance to really face off against the attack.

There’s still time…

“Don’t let down your guard. You’re the best general we’ve got.” I patted Alaira’s father on the shoulder.

He crushed me in a big hug. “Don’t worry, your dad will protect the galaxy! You just get married in peace.” He leaned in and whispered. “See if he can make a few more of those chocolate cookies, okay?”

“I will, Dad.” It came much more naturally this time.

I’ll protect you too. I added silently.

_______________________

As the wedding drew closer, we were notified that the king and queen were on their way. Liam ignored the news, continuing to work on seating charts and music for the ceremony.

“We have to welcome them when they arrive. They are due any minute.” I finally spoke up, slightly exasperated with his head-in-the-sand act.

“…If we have to.” His voice was cold, his dark blue eyes flickering between fear and annoyance.

I held his hand. “Don’t worry. No matter who they think you are, or what they say about you, just know that you’re my future husband. Don’t worry about anything else.”

He reached out, pulling me tightly against him. “ Thank you.”

“Just play along with them. I held his face between my hands. “You’re Liam. Not Prince William. Not their son. Not Ilene’s brother. Liam.”

WARNING. DIRECTLY CONTRADICTING STORYLINES IS FORBIDDEN.

Liam tilted his head and studied me with a worried expression. “… Are you okay?”

“Just follow my lead. Please.” I looked away from the bright blue words in annoyance and moved.

We went to meet the Royal Family, each of us nervous for different reasons.

The King and Queen looked slightly like Liam and Ilene. The king had curly dark hair, severe features, made worse by the frown as he studied Liam. The Queen had the dark blue eyes that both siblings had, and a beautiful, delicate face… but the overall sense was ruined by the terrified light in her eyes as she almost hid behind her husband.

“So this is the girl you tricked into marrying you?” The king looked at me with morbid curiosity.

Liam took a deep breath. “This is Alaira, Grade S Guardian, my resonance partner and my future wife…”

“What game are you playing, William?” His father snapped, interrupting him. “If this is some ploy to ruin General Gladus, you should stop now.”

“This isn’t…”

“You should stop this now.” The Queen squeaked out nervously at me from behind the King. “He might be my son, but you can’t trust him…”

“…”

“This wedding is a farce.” The king snapped finally. “He’s a monster.”

_______________________

“Why did you follow me?” the mournful voice called out as I entered the dark room.

“Do you want me to leave?” I looked up at the large dark blue eyes curiously, barely able to make out the large form in the darkness.

“I didn’t want you to see… didn’t want you to know…”

“Know what?”

“That I’m a monster.” The whisper was filled with so much pain it made me cry.

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BAM!

Before I fully came out of the memory, I had punched the King.

“…”

There was a moment of stunned silence from everyone present.

“You dare…!” The King finally spoke up, rubbing his red cheek with a furious expression. “I can have you executed!”

“Just try, Barry.” General Gladus walked in, his hand holding a drawn weapon. “I’ll shoot you in your precious Royal Ass, and then what are you going to lounge on while I fight your wars for you?”

"..."

The room processed his words in silence for a moment, before the king burst out angrily.

“Gladus, are you threatening me?!!”

“Oh shut up Barry. " He waved dismissively with his gun. "It wouldn’t even be the first time I’ve shot you. Probably won't be the last." You won’t arrest me, you need me to protect your country.”

“You are willing to let your precious daughter marry this… this… “ The king trailed off, glaring at Liam, who stared calmly back.

“Yes.” General Gladus shrugged “I heard the rumors. Even with the 100% match I wasn’t about to let him hurt my daughter.”

“Then why…?”

“I’ve sat down with your son, Barry. I shook his hand, looked him in the eye. I asked him the hard questions. I’ve observed him around Alaira.” The General stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. “I know a good man when I see one. And I see one. One who loves my daughter. Maybe you should try looking closer.”

“But he…”

“Plus he makes delicious cookies.” He muttered.

“…He what?”

I stepped forward, blocking Liam behind me. “He’s not a monster. He’s my future husband. I honestly do not care about your opinion. But if you want to try to hurt him, just know… you won’t have to wait for my father to shoot you. I’ll do it first.”

“… Control your child, Gladus.”

“She even threatens you just like me!” He reached out and placed an arm around my shoulders. “So proud.”

“…Fine. “ The King frowned “I won’t try to save you from yourself. Marry him, if you want.”

“I plan to.”

“Whatever you’re plotting, William, you better stop now.” He glared. “You might have fooled them, but you won’t fool me.”

“I don’t have to fool you.” Liam’s eyes were dark. “You mean nothing to me.”

“I’m your father.”

“I have no family. I… I can never have family.” Liam turned away.

“William…” The Queen called out softly.

“I AM NOT William.”

WARNING. World Destabilization detected!

“Come on, Liam. Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and walked away, calling over my shoulder as we left. “You’re free to attend the wedding, but stay away from us otherwise.”

“You’ll regret this!”

I laughed at his bitter words. “Enjoy the disappointment.”

Liam and I left.

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We sat in my room, and as soon as my hand left his, he curled up, holding his arms over his head.

“I don’t feel right.”

“Liam.” I reached out and touched his back, feeling him trembling beneath me.

“Who am I? I don’t think I’m William. The things they said… the things William has done… He’s not me.”

Warning!

"He's not me... he can't be... He's not..."

WARNING! World destabilization... Bright blue words and a mechanical voice appeared again.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled, drowning out the voice. I pulled his arms down, looking straight into his dark blue eyes. “You are Liam. And you’re my partner. And tomorrow you’ll be my husband. Nothing else matters..”

“But…”

“I can’t explain things right now. I don’t even know everything right now. But I know there’s a reason we’re here together. I’ve found you, and I won’t leave you.”

He held me close, both of us kneeling on the floor. He was clutching me as if I was the only thing anchoring him. I felt lost myself. I was frustrated at my lack of answers, angry at the pain Liam was experiencing, afraid for the future ahead of us.

“Alaira… no… Bel?” He whispered. “... I love you.”

I smiled at the unfamiliar but familiar name, pressing my face against his shoulder. “I love you too, Liam.”

“Marry me tomorrow.”

“Definitely.”

“Don’t leave me behind… please.”

“I won't... No matter what.”

A long silence fell between us. Finally Liam sat back, his face slightly red. “I wish we were getting married tonight. I can’t help but feel something terrible is going to happen to prevent our wedding.”

Foreshadowing.

Ignoring the ominous word that appeared in my subconscious, I smiled reassuringly. “Nothing is going to happen…”

“ALERT! CODE LEVEL RED. PLEASE REPORT TO EMERGENCY STATIONS. ALERT!”

I sighed. “I take that back.”

We headed to the Command Level in the main Academy.

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“Dad, what’s going on?” I called out as we passed the main doors.

“Alaira…” General Gladus’ face was uncharacteristically serious. “It’s not good.”

I stood beside him, looking up at the large holographic display at the center of the command room, feeling the blood drain from my face. “The Hive.”

“They’re past our defense systems.” He slammed his fist against the table. “This doesn’t make any sense! How did an army this huge get past us without starting any alarms!”

I stared at the countless red dots on the screen, feeling lost.

This isn’t right. In the story I should have had YEARS before the Hive attacked in such large numbers. Even then they were caught immediately in the defense systems and gave the military time to prepare. How could they get past us… unless…

“Chris.”

He said he was going to end everything. Is this what he meant?

Alaira’s father was confused. “That male student who disappeared? How would he have access to defense system information?”

Chris wouldn’t… but whoever was controlling Chris might have more information.

I let it go for now. “What do we do?”

“There’s too many… and they’re headed for a defenseless planet in this system.” He hung his head. “I don’t have the manpower to defend it.”

I stepped forward, giving him a grim smile. “You’re not alone, Dad. I’ll help.”

“We! We’ll help.” Liam stood beside me. “We’re a powerful combo. You can’t afford to turn us down.”

General Gladus sighed. “Even if I recruit top senior students from the academy… the numbers we have… it’s a suicide mission.”

Warning! Mission Failure Imminent!

Your mission: Prevent destruction of the human race by the alien monster race known as The Hive.

The Hive are now attacking in large numbers. Your estimated chance of success against them in battle is 0%.

“If you’re not gonna say anything helpful, then shut up.” I growled quietly.

Liam turned towards me. “Are you okay?”

If you fail your mission, you will face soul destruction.

“It’s not like I’m swimming in options.”

You have one option.

“Who are you talking to?”

“What is it?” I whispered, holding Liam’s hand and squeezing it. I have to save him.

...

ACCEPT YOUR FATE.

...

I stared at the blue words silently for a few minutes. “Liam, what if I said we have an 100% chance of dying if we went on this mission…”

“You don’t know that…”

“...and I had a fool proof way to protect you… But we would be separated forever?”

I didn’t know what my fate was. But I did know in the deepest part of my soul one thing:

Liam was not my fate.

“I don’t plan to survive this, Liam… but if I could save you…”

“I would rather die by your side.” He didn’t hesitate.

“But…”

He grabbed my other hand, holding them both tightly. “We’ll face this together.”

_______________________

“It’s hopeless.” I whispered, holding him tightly. “What if fate is stronger than us?”

“I don’t need hope, Bel.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my neck. “If fate is going to separate us, then we’ll destroy it.”

“Together.”

“Always.”

_______________________

I looked at the hologram, at the countless numbers of enemies that awaited us, and leaned against him with a sigh.

“Together.”

He smiled in return.

“Always.”

#writing #please fix the story #fantasy #world hopping #amnesia #the world is breaking #Getting close to the end.

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little-lysa · 3 years ago

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So I want to talk about Bang Chan’s bubble.

“Working on music but it ain’t going so well…”

“People don’t care about quantity… Quality is what’s important.”

“Guess you gotta work harder when you’re lacking talent Chris.”

These. Hit hard for me. Honestly, I cried after reading them because I’ve said the same to my peers. I’m not a musician but an animator. I’m sure this resonates with anyone working in creative industries. Or perhaps anyone under pressure of better execution, whether its studying or sorts.

In my career, I’ve worked in multiple companies and did freelance in the midst of it. For those unaware, the industry itself is toxic. Toxic bosses, supervisors and clients, but there are animators I met were amazing people, aiding my journey. Even though we can’t fully know what Chan has been going through, but I can sense that it’s either the pressure of being expected to be better as you grow (from stays and company / industry) and not meeting your personal goal as an artist.

In terms meeting the expectations, now we don’t know what he was really working on.. is it the repackaged album? Or any sorts that coming soon? But when he mentioned quantity, it may be that he has to meet a certain deadline (whether by the company or himself). Thus it’s a challenge of balancing speed and quality of your work. In my experience, there are management set up daily quotas for animators like making 2 - 14 secs of animation per day (depend on which company) and sometimes the deadline were ridiculously short but the expectation to submit a Pixar quality work still remains. Other than the deadline, the pressure also resonates in the fact that: The longer your career lifespan, the expectations of your skills grows. Being the leader of the group, having many looking up to him, the other members mentioned that he carries a lot on his broad shoulders. I can truly understand that those are the driving force for him to work harder and become better. Which is great, but it’s also a double edged sword.

Which can lead to frustration... Being overwhelmed when the process didn’t go well as expected could factor to how one-sided his self appraisal is. Worst case, this also can cause burnout. I’m worried that Chan’s not being kind to himself as he push to do the best as he can. We know how ambitious Stray Kids are and we can agree that the sky’s the limit to them and they’ll amaze us in so many ways. But I want to let Chan and the other members know that the journey is never a consistent acceleration, there’s bound to be a decline or a stagnant period where you feel stuck, so take a break. If you think a task has failed, and you feel the dominoes falling over (word intended), remove one and properly analyse it. You’ve gotta keep your expectations realistic even low at times to ease the stress. There are many shots I had to submit but never feel satisfied because I know I can do better with more time, so what I did was reflect, talked to my peers and figure out innovating ways to make better quality animation under short periods of time. There are degrees of success and failures. Reach out to your close ones when you can, letting out on bubble to stays is okay too but reach out to the boys, friends and family will do wonders. (Personally, I kept screenshots of advices from my close ones, re-wrote them on paper like letters and taped them to a small corner of my workstation so I can read them if I need a pick-me-up) With a little forgiveness, you’ll let go of the failures quicker and move to do better things. If the work needs to be submitted soon, you’ve got to clench your jaw and force yourself through the worst. But do reward yourself after that! Remind yourself that you still get things done, even if it’s just rest. A warrior can’t always win every battle, they fall then rise greater than before. It’s just what makes us human.

#bang chan #stray kids #skz #bang chan bubble

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fonulyn · 3 years ago

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i actually really like how Jason tells Leon that “they’re the bad guys here” because it’s almost word to word what Leon asks Chris in Vendetta almost a decade later. it shows that their conversation resonated with him, and it makes so much sense character development-wise, too. sometimes this series forgets about its own continuity but this? feels like such natural progression.

like, obviously Leon already has his suspicions and his qualms about the government during Infinite Darkness. he was blackmailed into this job, he didn’t pick it by choice, and it were the government people who did said blackmailing in the first place. so he knows they’re not all good guys and he knows there’s corruption and bad seeds and whatever else. but at that point he still seems to believe he can take it down from the inside, and that he can weed out the bad himself. he believes he can take on the system from the inside.

by Vendetta, he’s been through so much more crap. there’s what goes down in Damnation, there’s RE6, and his attempts at trying to fix things haven’t exactly gone as well as he probably hoped. he’s at a point when he’s losing the hope for the better he’s held onto from the beginning, and I think he needed Chris (and Rebecca) to shake him out of it before he spiraled too far.

to be fair, we don’t exactly know here what the situation is here regarding Leon and his relationship with the US government. Chris only mentions a “certain government’s hitlist” so it might not be the US, even, and Leon’s on vacation and only ends up helping Chris so he’s not working in an actual official capacity. so there is a chance that after Simmons was dealt with in RE6 things have actually improved? who knows? they don’t tell lmao. so there is a chance Leon’s hopelessness is not directed specifically towards the government, at that time, but rather at how it seems that each time they get rid of one threat another pops up and the cycle never seems to end. must be fucking exhausting.

also, we don’t even know what’s up with him after Vendetta, and it’s sort of killing me because it’s been so many years and he can’t have been on vacation all along :’D (altho he would deserve one, definitely) have things gotten better? worse? what’s going on? they do get rid of Arias and save people with the vaccine, so maybe he’s found a renewed sense of purpose? who knows. i certainly don’t. but i would very much like to.

#this is just me rambling #bc i have thoughts #and //feelings// lmao #leon s kennedy #infinite darkness #spoilers #infinite darkness spoilers #also #vendetta #and ok re6 and dc as mentions but idk pretty briefly so

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buddiewho · 4 years ago

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I was bored this weekend so I rewatched season 4a. Spoilers ahead.

Honestly, I don't think things get popping until episode 3 [but weren’t actually nearly that great until the last 3 episodes tbh] and I am not even being Buddie biased or Buckley-Diaz family unit biased [this might be a bold face lie, but on second rewatch, I noticed I was paying more attention to everything else as well]. 4x03 is just a really good episode. Good old emergencies, mixed in with Eddie's paranoia over Hildy. Then from there it's Buck Begins and the whole Buckley family secret. Then of course, I feel like when we get to Jinx that starts some kind of path. The universe path, you know? There Goes the Neighborhood also continues on this path. Buck is still trying to work through some stuff; a terrible date, the bit about SAFE SPACES. Then Breaking Point. Everyone has one right? Even Christopher and getting angry or as Buck put it “ I heard you blew up at your Dad” and that’s not over yet though. Taylor needing a friend. Nearly Buck reaching one, but he managed to repair it. Eddie for the sole fact Christopher runs away. Hen and Karen actually not having a breaking point until... Chim and Maddie breaking and repairing it in regards to how Baby Mango arrives in this world. Athena and Bobby just being parents to everyone as usual.

Fun fact. Breaking Point was on as I typed this and it's the one on one scene between Buck and Chris. "I don't want to miss anyone else," Christopher says after he names all the other people he misses first. Buck is probably also telling himself, don't make it about you Buck, this isn't about you, but you are going to promise, "I'm not going anywhere." The last three episodes (Jinx, There Goes the Neighborhood, and Breaking Point) were like some kind National Treasure bullshit; *Nicolas Cage voice* "The secret lies with Charlotte." "Paul Revere went by horse and it was two lanterns not one" or some bullcrap that movie talked about (not going to lie, I once thought it was comedic), but I just mean the overall premise of National Treasure being about secrets or coded messages and a Treasure Hunt (which if I'm correct is also a name of a potential 911 episode...?)

Can I backtrack a moment to 4x07? You know the awkward double date that Buck invited Taylor to? Buck is sitting awkwardly in that chair, wondering about his life choices and little bit of a song played. The lyrics, "There's someone else for you." Just that bit of the song, for the record and I don't think it was already playing in the previous scene to end so coincidentally over Buck’s face?

I'm also not over Taylor talking about looking for a miracle in which Buck gave to her and Eddie also called Buck a miracle worker.

Okay, the end of Breaking Point: Ana comes over to the house, like some awkward new beginning parallel to Madney being cute as they prepare for Baby Mango. Buck patches things with Albert. Then the not so happy crescendo/breaking point for Hen and Karen. Adopting Nia may not happen.

It's really coded like a treasure hunt and if there's an episode named that, well, that'll be hilarious. I'm forever going to hang onto Future Tense as a way of showing us the future, Buck and Eddie have yet to realize. So when they do realize it, it'll be soo damn good. So if the presumed treasure hunt the universe sends the boys on (with everyone else on their own kind)- but if Buddie doesn’t end with them figuring out what connects them and how they want to be connected...like if they don’t meet in the middle at the X marks the spot (or the universe tether aka Christopher) then I really am just creating this treasure hunt out of thin air and it doesn’t exist like the Dad profusely told Nic Cage’s character in National Treasure...or maybe it’s also like PLAYING DETECTIVES? Cagney and Lacey inspired True Crime podcast brought to you by Buck and Eddie two LAFD firefighters and best friends occasionally featuring their Captain of the 118; plus Bobby’s friend Michael and his partner David who reluctantly participates in these shenanigans but could provide key medical evidence/research. In my mind, they read [mostly Buck and Eddie] their cases/script for this made up podcast as 1940s detectives. Smoky voice Buck: “It’s a locked room mystery.” *1940s detective music* Smoky voice Eddie: “Correction. It’s a locked yard mystery...” Anyway...

Did I mention the clowns to ya'll? We didn't forget abut those clowns did we (Jinx might actually be my fav episode of the season after FUTURE TENSE). The clowns are so pointedly shot after Eddie mentions Ana to Buck. Okay. Then there's also the love languages thing. That's a book Buck’s therapist would've recommended right now or for some reason he’s choosing to read it? As we can see, I think the show might be reeling it back in for Buck. As Eddie put it "I don't know what inspired this software upgrade." Coincidentally, Buck 3.0 is looking to the FUTURE. Anyway, the love languages. NO one immediately thinks about the coffee machine prank. Absolutely no one so I won't even make that a thing, but I notice in that scene Buck "outs" Eddie by telling the team about Ana.

Hen: Ana who?... Is this the one you yelled at? Eddie: I apologized for that. Chim: Yeah okay and you still didn't ask her out? Eddie: She's Christopher's teacher. Bobby: I thought you said she got a new job. Buck: *crickets*

What's the intention behind Buck bursting this supposed secret and then not have him encourage Eddie? Like in his way, Buck could’ve said well, does she do this or that? Words of affirmation? Gift giving? Are yours and her love languages truly compatible? Oh, wait, there’s implications behind the book Buck is reading but also...there's implications behind Chim and Bobby's statements. They're implying okay so go for it. Neither Hen or Buck really do that. Why don’t we have Hen jumping on the encouragement train either? Instead she brings it back to that one unfortunate moment any of them really remembers of Ana... Hmm, it's secrets and coded messages and the one thing that Buck has said from this entire season that truly resonates with me:

Buck (directed to Eddie): The universe is screaming at you and it's like you're not even listening.

Irony is. Neither is he.

Oh wait, another line that resonates with me (and I made a recent post with it too):

Bobby (directed to Eddie): They're so focused on what they don't have that they might miss out on the chance to have something else, something real.

Something real.

You really want me to think this line is about Ana Flores, even if Eddie thinks it somewhat is? And the foundation of it is to encourage Eddie to think about moving on, to stop being so STUCK (2x04 anyone?). If it really is about Ana then we're actually painting Bobby as the character who has no idea...? None whatsoever as to HOW CLOSE Buck and Eddie could be, if that's what they wanted. Seems fake, but okay. Bobby's line actually should highlight that they both are looking in the opposite direction when in fact the SOMETHING REAL is right in front of their faces. The something real is what Eddie came home to after his supposed date.

Just saying because to me it looks Buck and Eddie are still looking in and RUSHING INTO the PAST TENSE and have yet to understand the FUTURE TENSE.

#buddie #911 spoilers #a rewatch #a messy one #but sure why not #how could I still not watch it with Buddie goggles on or my clown hat #...

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