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double-daredevil · 5 years ago

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folklore ; chapter one

din djarin x reader (no y/n)

words: 6.2k

rating: T for swearing i guess. its a slow burn there isnt anything sexii yet lol

themes: slow burn (like y’all its so SLOW lol), eventual angst, no Y/N, eventual smut, eventual EVERYTHING this is like the establishing shot of a movie its gonna be a FIC lmfao. dont get attached the end is already planned.

notes: set before the tv series. canon doesn’t exist anymore. i make the rules here pals. yes it is named after the tswift album so that gives you some fuckin HINTS

Accident.

Pretty much everything that happened to you happened by accident, but you weren't one to complain. Without much control over your life for your adolescent years, seeing as you were raised as an Imperial trooper and just followed orders, you happily let yourself float along in life whichever way the forces led you.

That doesn't mean you don't have, say, a moral guideline.

It's difficult to explain to people once they get to know you better and eventually squeeze out of you that yes, you were trained Imperial. Details are not awarded to most people, in fact— you’re not sure anyone except one of your commanding officers in the rebellion knew that you were a clone.

You have spent countless hours trying to transition from regret to simply shame. After all, how is it your fault you did what you were told? If you didn’t, you would have been executed. Tossed to the trash like a faulty toy. The greatest decision in your life was the first decision you, personally, got to make— to run. It took you a few years to plan the scheme, but you defected successfully. Your moral issues were simply too strong to subvert, and you had to leave. So you did. That's all. You don't like to talk about it much.

After you mustered up some vengeance by joining the rebellion, you had to find a living once the major fighting died down for a while. With your particular skills— too deadly to be a simple security guard, or any occupation that doesn't involve tactical warfare, you settled on hoarding money through bounties. Not quite professed in the field of bounty hunting, you would latch on to more experienced hunters and offer to split rewards 20-80 for your help. The meager money filled your pocket enough for food and lodging while you learned the ways of the trade and, subsequently, your new way of life.

That's how you met your first Mandalorian.

A mutual acquaintance from the Guild had a heavy quarry, a difficult one that he had trouble passing off. Too complex and detailed for just you, your acquaintance told you that when he found a suitable hunter to take the lead, he'd hail you to tag along. A week after the quarry was first put on the table, a renowned bounty hunter— this Mandalorian, rolled into town to collect the tracking fob. Part of the agreement was to take you along. The Mandalorian agreed. A brief encounter mediated by your mutual acquaintance and you were following the beskar-clad hunter to his ship, which you’ve come to know as the Razor Crest. A dingy, huge hunk of metal that could use a good list of upgrades, but you quickly grew accustomed to the flying garbage can.

And somehow, after that singular bounty hunt, where you actually got to assist in the capture and the shoving of the unruly quarry into the carbonite, Mando offered you constant refuge aboard his ship in return for some pay and help on his harder bounties. That conversation, so far, has been the longest exchange of words between you and him, and it only lasted maybe five minutes. That’s all. You’re not one that aches for human interaction, having been commanded all your life by others, so you almost welcome the silence.

Almost.

—

Officially, you have been a part of Mando’s crew for nearing six months.

You hear metal clanging against metal, and you glance over your shoulder to see him climbing down from the cockpit. “Are we headed to the next quarry?” You ask.

“Yes,” comes through the vocoder. “Carajam.”

“Oh lovely,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm as you focus on polishing the trigger of the blaster in your hands. “Another desert planet in the Outer Rim.”

“Our favorite,” Mando deadpans as he walks over, sitting across from you at the janky table.

Once you were an official employee of his, you spent your first few payday collections on your own blasters. In all honesty, weapons never made you nervous, as you grew up in a space station that was literally just a giant weapon, but owning your own seemed… different. Blasters are weapons made just to kill, and you are allowed to have that power again. But, anyway, most of your money goes to savings so you can buy a house to retire to one day. One day.

The Mandalorian rolls his shoulders back to adjust his cape out of the way of his hands as he starts to dismantle the blaster that’s usually holstered at his hip. Piece by piece, he sets his blaster on the table like a new jigsaw puzzle, and you’ve just finished polishing the little blaster you’ve decided to keep stashed in your boot.

“How long until we arrive?” You ask.

His visor is focused downwards, at the metal pieces on the table, his right gloved hand hovering over the pieces like an excited child in a candy shop trying to pick his favorite one. “Not long,” he replies, picking up the barrel and beginning to wipe it clean with a cloth. “We will arrive once it becomes night on the planet. Cooler temps.”

You nod, letting out an appreciative sigh. That meant you had a night’s rest before the hunt began. As he finished up with the barrel of his blaster, you removed your longer, daily use blaster and began dismantling. You two stay like that, at a dimly lit table cleaning the blasters, until the ship notified that it was about to drop out of hyperdrive.

Mando quickly reassembled his blaster, slipping the completed gun back into its holster as he stood and hustles over to the cockpit. Following suit, you dusted off any last specs of dirt on yours and planted your feet firmly against the floor, as the ship dropped out of its easy glide through the stars and into the gravity pull of Carajam. The Razor Crest isn’t the smoothest rig, but you’re still very appreciative. And, you like to think you have good balance, so it’s not a hard task to stay stable.

You want to say that Mando is a good pilot, and you really think he is, but you can’t help but miss the sheer amount of credits that the Empire was able to spend on simple luxuries to make their lives easier, like enhanced stabilization in and out of hyperdrive, cleaner hyperdrives, even, and—

The Razor Crest lands and you shake those dark thoughts out of your head, reassembling your blaster but with clearly less finesse than Mando. Stars, are weapons actually part of his religion, or was that a joke as well? It’s quite the challenge to pick up on the subtleties of somebody who wears intense armor literally every waking moment, but you’ve grown accustomed (more or less) to the separate circles of things that Mando talks about. Those circles are: one, things he says and means, two, things he says as a joke, and three, the gray, shadowy area where those two circles meet and you’re still deciphering what brief conversations and quick remarks belong there.

As the ship starts to rest, expelling various airs and sighs itself as the sheer weight settles on the landing gear, you clear off the table and slip your smaller blaster back into your boot, and your other into your holster that’s banded to your right thigh. The Mandalorian comes down the cockpit ladder soon enough and goes to stand at the main ship door. You hop up from your seat and stand next to him, as he punches something into the control pad on the archway and the large door hisses and starts to lower. The first glimpse of the planet you get is the peak of the spectacular night sky, and eventually the ramp meets the sand on the ground and you see it all. Mando struts down the ramp to go and meet the landing dock manager and pay for the spot here in this spaceport Danan Karr, but you wait aboard still, leaning against the open doorway and gazing out into the night. Planets are always easier for you at night, as they were calmer— at least, those that don’t have an avid nightlife. A few that you and Mando have stopped at have been busier in the dark hours than the light, but it was always fitting.

The breeze of the desert planet comes sifting around you, caressing your cheeks with warm air and particles of sand, but you don’t mind. Raised in space, you have an affinity for the ground and real, non-recycled air. Although it’s never any trouble for you to stay inside a ship for however long, there is always something alluring about fresh air. Plus, this planet in the Outer Rim isn’t exactly prime vacationing, so there is nearly no light pollution. It was almost hard to wrench your eyes away from the bright stars speckling the dark blanket of the sky.

You almost don’t notice when Mando comes walking back up the ramp, too busy basking in the breeze to notice the beskar-clad hunter. He stands at the top of the ramp, slightly in front of you, for a good few seconds as you look straight over his head.

“Hey,” he calls for your attention, and you look down at his face. Or, well, the specific area in the T of his visor where you’re pretty sure his eyes are. He tilts his helmet to the side and you know he’s begun to worry about you.

So you flash him a smile. “I just love the air here,” you say, and turn around to step back inside the ship. Mando walks the rest of the way up the ramp and inside, pressing a button to raise the ramp.

“Rest tonight,” he starts. “Tomorrow we go on the hunt.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, going back to sit at the janky table to clean one more blaster before retreating to your bunk.

The Mandalorian sits at the table as well, after having taken his ambam rifle out of storage for a quick clean. In silence you two work on your respective blasters, caring for them as they are just as important to the job as the tracking fob. Perhaps an hour or so went by, and as you were putting your blaster back together piece by piece, the comfortable silence was broken. But this time— not by you.

“What did you say about the air?”

You look up from your blaster and see that Mando isn’t looking at you, but still at his rifle. The fact that he’s trying to start casual conversation accidentally makes a smile appear on your face. You quickly look back down at your blaster, but your smile still remains.

“I said that I loved it,” you reply. “Because the air here is very fresh. Even though there’s like, no trees, there’s almost no people. No pollution.”

He hums in understanding and continues cleaning.

Back to the comfortable silence.

—

The Razor Crest looks large from the outside, but it’s pretty cramped inside. The majority of its bulk is for it’s engines and practical components— hyperdrive, fuel tanks, cooling systems and whatnot. It was once a gunship, and that fact does put you on edge. Ships like this used to transport troops and drop them in combat. So, there is a large portion of the ship’s cargo bay that remains unused, as Mando doesn’t usually transport large quarries. The living space, or at least that’s what you’ve called it in your head, consists of an open area with a small but sturdy table, a few stools to sit on, and various crates that contain meal rations and tools and various trinkets. You’re almost one hundred percent sure that this ship was never meant to be lived in. You estimate that maybe four or five people could stay on the ship before everyone felt claustrophobic.

There used to be only one cot hidden in the walls, you’d knocked against one of the panels and the door would swoosh away, revealing a simple bed and just enough room to roll around to attempt to be comfortable. The night after the first bounty you helped Mando with, he let you sleep some in the hidden nook as he piloted you two back to Nevarro. While you were standing outside the ramp and helping unload bounties, the Mandalorian inquired whether or not you would want to join him on future bounties. With an assurance that you would get your own cot, you obliged.

—

The bounty that you two are hunting on Carajam, the lovely desert planet, is hiding somewhere in the caves and cliffs a few klicks east of the space port that you are staying in. From the info you’ve picked up talking with a few locals, the quarry likes to hide in the sand caves because he has no friends. Well, actually it’s because he’s murdered about a person per household out of everyone who still lives on the desert planet. You thank the locals for their information with a few credits and a jug of desirable water.

You make your way to the only cantina on the planet, and by cantina you mean what is quite literally a bar top and six stools outside the shop of a local mechanic. The Mandalorian is sitting, waiting, on the last stool, facing the expanse of the desert that is a mere fifty feet from the edge of the little star port. You swiftly occupy the stool next to him.

“So,” you start, and he swivels in his stool to face you. You brace your elbows on the table. “About seven klicks east towards the main expanse of cliffs, and then about two more klicks north to the caves. One of the caves will look obviously occupied, trash and debris and whatnot. That’s what I’ve gathered.”

“Good work,” comes through the vocoder. “Are you ready to head out?”

“Yes, sir,” you smile, adjusting the straps of the small backpack you have. “After your lead.”

He swivels again and hops off his stool, and waits a moment until he hears you following him before beelining to the edge of town. You follow, obedient, as he weaves through the sparse crowd to another shop, lined with speederbikes and a few larger landcrafts. The Mandalorian walks up to the shop owner and exchanges a few words, and a few credits, and then moves to two of the speederbikes.

“You know how to ride?” He asks you, as you stand beside one and he the other.

“Yes, actually,” you say, always having a soft spot for fast land vehicles. You briefly wonder that, if you had said no, would he have made you sit behind him on one bike? The thought makes you smile, bashful, and you wait until he mounts his bike before climbing onto yours.

“Seven klicks east,” Mando says, repeating your earlier words and firing up his bike.

You turn yours on as well, and grab a pair of goggles from your backpack. You pull up the bandana you keep around your neck to cover your mouth, and then put on the goggles. You give a thumbs up to Mando, who was glancing over his shoulder to wait for your cue.

And then he zooms off. And you diligently follow.

—

You two reach the caves in a quick hour, specifically saving some hours of daylight just in case this job takes a turn. The two of you park your speederbikes about half a klick downwind of the cave, just in case. You keep your goggles on and bandana over your mouth, as the wind out here doesn’t seem to want to settle. Dust and sand weave around your feet like a clingy pet as you scale the short cliffside after your Mandalorian, following him quickly toward the cave.

You hover around the mouth of the cave as Mando stalks in, somehow still quiet despite his sturdy boots against the rock. To see down inside was near impossible, even as you took off your goggles. You hear some sort of scuffle, a few clatters, and then Mando is shoving a handcuffed quarry your direction. You reach up and steady the quarry, your hands on the man’s shoulders. Stars, he was a large man, so you assume that Mando only managed to shackle him due to surprise.

“Let go of me, you kriffing bitch,” the quarry seethes at you and aggressively shrugs his shoulders to loosen your grip. Mando takes a step towards him, you imagine he’s reacting to the derogatory term thrown your way, but you beat him to it—

You release your grip on the quarry, and while he’s stunned for a moment from it, you kick his foot out from underneath him. He falls hard on his ass and plops to the side, unable to stifle his fall due to being cuffed. With a slight smile, you watch him struggle on the ground.

“F-fuckin’ bitch,” he groans out, trying to roll over to a kneeling position. Once he manages that, Mando comes and grips the man’s shirt— lifting him inches off of the ground towards his helmet.

“Watch your mouth.”

And then Mando drops him.

The quarry gasps at the contact back on the ground and groans, almost falling over again. You go up behind him and grab the cuffs, wrenching him upwards and forcing him to stand. You grip the cuffs tightly in your left hand, and hold your blaster to the quarry’s back with your right.

“Let’s go, then,” you say.

The Mandalorian leads the way back towards the speeders.

—

After tying up the quarry to transport him on the back of Mando’s speederbike, you settle nicely back inside the Razor Crest. Mando already froze the quarry after he wouldn’t stop blubbering about how sorry he was for mindlessly murdering the people in port— he couldn’t help himself, apparently.

“Nobody is born a killer,” the Mandalorian tells the quarry before freezing him.

You avert your gaze away from him once the carbonite process is finished, allowing him to believe he had privacy with the quarry during their discussion. You had tucked yourself around a corner to avoid letting him know you like listening to the Mandalorian’s stern and assertive remarks to unruly quarries. You take mental notes on the way he talks, mostly to figure out what he believes in. A Mandalorian follows a creed, and your Mandalorian hasn’t mentioned a single thing about it since you’ve met him. By now, after half a cycle, you’ve figured out the basics. And the bottom line is that Mando is generally a good guy— a moral guy, you guess. Kind of like a vigilante who upholds his own justice, but a good guy nonetheless. If Mandalorians picked sides besides their own people, you think he would’ve joined the rebellion.

“I’ve set us on course back to Nevarro,” you offer as Mando walks back through to the main area of the ship and raises the ramp. You lean against the metal wall in one corner, watching him fulfil his routine.

“Good,” he says, appreciative in his own way that you know that he likes to be constantly on the move. “What’s the ETA?”

“Only a few hours,” you say, pushing yourself off of the wall and going to the ladder to the cockpit. The ramp closes as you grab the rungs, looking back to Mando as he shadows you at the ladder. “You should get some rest before we arrive,” you offer.

He’s silent a moment while you face back to the ladder and start ascending. You hear him mutter a ‘okay, thank you,’ through his helmet before you climb your way fully into the cockpit. Once you’ve ascended, you don’t hesitate to go and sit in the pilot’s chair. Although you’re not the best pilot, favoring studying combat and languages instead of flight and mechanics, you manage.

You settle in the seat and grab the flight controls, and hear Mando stepping onto the floor of the cockpit. You flick up a few switches and start the ship, letting her rumble to life while you look back over your shoulder at your Mandalorian.

“Sleep well,” you say with a hint of a smile.

He gives you a nod, hesitates, and then opens the door on the wall behind the cockpit, leading to the captain’s quarters. Once you hear his door swoosh close after his retreating footsteps, you let out a breath and encourage yourself, grabbing tightly onto the handles.

Just get it into the sky, and the autopilot gets you there, you tell yourself, forcing the Razor Crest into the air. She succeeds in ascending, and you raise the landing gear and disarm any land security protocols. Following a mental list, you do exactly as you’ve seen Mando, and get the ship into space in no time. A little shaky, sure, but you don’t think it was enough to stir the captain out of bed.

—

One cycle.

You two take a brief break. There aren’t any bounties worthy of your time, anyway.

The smoke crawls up your wrist, wrapping around your forearm before dissipating into the air. You hold the ornate stem of the smoking pipe to your lips, inhaling shallowly, and let your arm drop as you try to breathe the smoke in deeper. A heavy sigh and the smoke passes back out of your lungs, past your lips, forming a cloud in front of your face. You wait, still holding the pipe, and look expectantly at your hosts.

Upon landing on this planet, at what seems to be the only one semi-decent town, the Razor Crest was surrounded by the inhabitants. Seemingly human-esque, you and the Mandalorian walked out of the ship with no weapons in your hands, ready to barter for some fuel and lodging for the night. The people of the planet, through an interpreter, were more than happy to allow you to stay.

Under one condition; uphold their welcoming traditions and take a huge hit off of the pipe the dude who seemed to be the chief was eagerly thrusting towards you two.

Startled at the proposition, and more so by the growing ruckus of the onlooking crowd the longer Mando tried to deny the offer, you grabbed the pipe. The chief smiled widely and the crowd calmed, but Mando whipped his head towards you.

“Don’t smoke that,” he said. “You have no idea what it is.”

The interpreter tried to reassure you that it was safe, it was fine, a common plant that everyone on the planet enjoys. The longer you held the pipe without smoking it, the smaller the smile of the chief was and the more and more the rest of the people stirred. Eventually, it did devolve into a shouting match between Mando, the interpreter, the chief, and a few people in the crowd who were brandishing weapons.

So you smoked it.

You’ve smoked a few things before in your experience, not a lot. Drinking was always more your thing, knowing that once the liquid passes through you it will be gone from your system. Inhalants? You could never be sure. But you would be a bad sidekick to the Mandalorian if you didn’t sacrifice your lungs for ease of service.

After the first inhale, the chief smiled again, and gestured for you to smoke some more. Ignoring the verbal protest of Mando, you brought the pipe back up to your mouth and puffed again. A bit bigger of a hit this time.

Well, much bigger, judging by the size of the cloud you just breathed out. Surprised, you let out a chuckle, but the irritation in your throat causes your laugh to turn into a hearty cough.

And the crowd cheered.

The chief took the pipe from you and draped his arm over your shoulders, guiding you and Mando behind you into the town. It’s a little town tucked into a small clearing beside a freshwater river and a thick grove of forest, tall and green trees that seem to tower over everything— perhaps the tallest trees you think you have ever seen. On this planet, there are three suns, and they are constantly setting in succession. So, it’s never really nighttime.

And it seems like these people take advantage of that.

As the chief leads you and your Mandalorian through the stone streets lined with dark, muddy brick houses, your head starts to get light. Like, the tension in your neck loosens and your shoulders go slack. It’s nice— well, it would be, if you didn’t quickly associate it with whatever the chief insisted you smoke. The chief’s arm was still draped over your shoulders and he excitedly explained, in his native tongue, what you assume to be a detailed history of the town. All you could do was feign a smile, probably looking a bit dumb considered you don’t know if your cheeks are numb or just used to your wide grin by now, and nod in fake understanding. The Mandalorian is exactly three and a half paces behind you.

The interpreter is walking beside Mando, re-explaining everything the chief is saying. You aren’t able to listen to both the chief and the interpreter, somehow lacking the mental capacity to focus back and forth between the two, now. The crowd of people disappeared once you smoked from the fancy pipe, save for a handful that you assume are the chief’s servants, so the little troop led by you and the chief eventually hits the end of the main street.

The chief removes his arm from your shoulders and gives you a nice, hard slap on the back. He says something, while gesturing to a small cottage that bookends the houses lining the road. You’re too busy staring off in the distance, past the green grass that traces the treeline and river. One of the suns is setting, casting a mesmerizing red haze over the tips of the trees, painting the freshwater of the river golden.

You hear the Mandalorian call your name, and turn to face him.

And he’s standing there, at the door of the cottage the chief is letting you two use for the night, practically glowing with how the setting sun is glinting off of his beskar.

“Are you okay?” He asks, a second time, but you didn’t hear the first.

You cannot help the unabashed grin that swallows your face, and stumble over to the door. “Never better. Everything is great. You should’ve smoked that shit, too.”

You hear him sigh and he opens the door for you, stepping back so you can walk in first. So you meander in, hand lightly following the wall because you’re suddenly doubting your balance. You find a seat at the small table that’s placed in the middle of the room, and you still can’t stop yourself from smiling.

The Mandalorian drops a bag at the foot of one of the cots that he must’ve gone back to the Crest to get, but you don’t remember him doing that. And then he drops your night bag at the foot of the other cot, and you wonder when he went and got your bag.

“Thanks,” you croak out, still smiley, and brace your elbows on the table. “D’you have any idea what I smoked?”

“No,” he admits, voice monotone as usual through the vocoder. He pulls out the second chair and sits across from you. The cottage, small but spacious enough for two people to not knock elbows, was alight with soft sunshine filtering in through the numerous windows. Who needs light on a planet that is constantly day?

“How do you feel?” He asks, visor intent on staring you down.

“Spectacular,” you reply, staring back at the visor. You used to wear a gaudy helmet when you were a trooper, so you’re pretty damn sure you know exactly where his eyes are behind that mask.

“You look drunk.”

Your smile, instead of faltering, is drawn a little wider and your elbows slip forward on the table until your chest is pressed up against the wood, your chin almost touching the tabletop but your cheeks are squished by your hands, keeping your head up. “I feel like it, too. But, different at the same time, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know,” the Mandalorian says as he leans back in his chair. His hands are flat against his thighs, and you’re 99% sure he is simply watching you. Out of worry or annoyance, of course you can’t tell, but you’re leaning towards annoyance.

So you tilt your head to the side, staring back, trying your fucking hardest to stifle the stupid smile on your face but you just can’t. “Want me to tell you what you’re missin’?”

Surprisingly, the Mandalorian tilts his head as well, mimicking you. “Enlighten me.”

“Have y’ever got so drunk that you just had to sit there and wait ‘til the booze gets filtered out of your system?” You start, letting your head— so heavy— fall further to the side and land on the table, a nice foundation to ground you. You’re so slumped in your chair your legs are straight, sticking out of the sides underneath the table as you stretch your arms to dangle off of the table. “And yet it’s like, the best part of bein’ sloshed is comin’ up so you don’t want to sober up and y’just— just— sit there, stewing.”

He lets out a hum, letting you know he’s still politely listening to your ramblings.

Any thoughts in your head blur, images and words swishing around behind your eyes as you try to focus on what you were saying. “And nothin’ hurts or aches and you get to forget ‘bout everything bad you did that day and just look at the stars. Y’get to look at them, and for the first time you see them, see the life they hold and foster and you feel special knowin’ you’re a part of it all.”

There is a moment of silence, or— you think so, but your breathing is a little heavier than usual. The moment draws out, longer, and you’re beginning to wonder if you actually said that stuff out loud or if you simply thought it.

You bolt upright in your chair, cheeks red with embarrassment— but the fucking smile is still on your stupid face.

“I don’t know what’s up with me right now,” you admit, eyes focused on one of the windowsills off near the door, so you don’t have to look at that helmet and feel the stare behind it. “The chief said that they smoke this stuff all the time and don’t sleep a wink, but I feel super tired.”

In your peripheral vision you see the dreaded helmet glint in the sunlight. He’s looking at you, quizzically. “What do you mean?” He asks. “The interpreter didn’t say that.”

“No,” you agree, looking back at him. You try to focus where you know a face is behind the helmet, but you can’t get the image to clear in your head. It’s all a little blurry at the edges, and your Mandalorian is all edges. “I said the chief said that.”

“He didn’t speak any Galactic Basic. When did you hear him say that?”

The edges blur some more. “He said it when we were all walking, I dunno. He just said it.”

The Mandalorian looks toward the door, thinking.

“It must be the ganja,” you offer.

He looks back. “The what?”

“The offering. That’s what the chief called it. But, well, I dunno if that’s what it’s actually named or what they call it,” you say, unable to look at the sharpness and crisp lines that make up the beskar armor. What’s going on with you? You weren’t concerned until now, reaching a hand up to trace your bottom lip and finding that you have control over your face again. No more creepy smiling. “I feel fine, though. From smoking.”

You steal a glance at him and find that he is still, predictably, staring at you. Your cheeks grow hot again, suddenly feeling like a burden to your employer. He is not a babysitter, and you don’t want him to feel like he has to watch over you as you ride this high.

“Really,” you add. “I feel fine. Things look weird, right now, and my head is fuzzy, but it feels good.”

He stares, and you bitterly wonder if that’s all he’s good for.

So you stand up, eyes scanning the room and you notice the heavy curtains tied neatly above each window. “Guess we should sleep,” you say, stepping towards one of the windows to let the curtains down to block out the never-ending sunlight.

But, your ankles feel a little weak, and your balance falters.

Before your hazy head even registers that you’ve lost your footing, the Mandalorian is at your side, his right arm tucked behind your back, his right hand firmly on your right hip. His left hand is grasping your left upper arm tight enough to bruise, but without his strong grip, you would have crumbled to the floor like a tossed blanket.

“Are you okay?” He asks immediately, and holds you tighter and hauls you up back onto your unsteady feet. Once the words finally registered in your brain, you briefly thought that he really did sound concerned— masked voice a little higher in pitch than usual.

Your fuzzy head decides the best thing to do in response is laugh as you stood up back on your own. “I’m okay,” you assure, a hint of laughter still in your voice, and you raise your hand to lightly shove him away, not needing his support anymore.

But, since he’s solid as a fucking rock, your hand just brushes against the beskar chestplate uselessly. That causes you to laugh a little more, and he lets go of you once he’s sure you can stand solidly on your own.

“Are you sure?” He asks, still with that higher pitch that the vocoder almost hides. He’s hovering close to your side, ready to catch you again if he has to.

Curious, you raise your hand and tap your knuckles against his chestplate, and the resounding thud thud makes you smile. “Fuckin’ hardcore, Mando. I’m so jealous of your armor.”

“Yeah, you’re not okay,” he says, but you swear you hear a lilt in his voice, as though he finds you amusing. “You should try to sleep it off.”

He gestures towards one of the beds but you don’t look over to it. Instead, you tap your knuckles against one of his pauldrons. Tink tink.

“Really,” he insists, and you for sure hear the smile on his face in that one word. “You need some sleep.” He grabs your shoulders and turns you around, slowly, so that you’re facing the bed.

“Would you close the blinds?” You ask, stumbling forward to the bed. You flounce on top of the blanket, as this planet is quite comfortably warm— or are you just warm? — and let out a heavy sigh. A real bed.

“Of course,” Mando replies, strutting to each of the five windows in this small, quaint cottage and letting down each of the curtains. In the back of your hazy mind, you know he can see in the dark with the HUD in his helmet. The thought makes you slightly jealous, and you wonder if, as you turn to lay on your back in the blackness, if he may be looking at you. You blame the ganja for the fuzziness that overtakes you at the thought.

“Thank you,” you call into the darkness.

You hear his friendly hum somewhere in the room, and hear him sit down at the table again. Truly, the inhabitants of this planet know how to utilize the sun, and how to hide from it, as you open your eyes to stare at the ceiling and see nothing. It is completely pitch black, and you’re impressed.

The feeling of the mattress underneath you is almost too soft. You can’t remember the last time you were able to sleep on a real bed— if you ever had the pleasure. It reminds you of floating in deep salt water, the effort of staying afloat taken away from you as you just let it happen. Currently, you’re not sure if your eyes are open or closed, as it makes no difference. Your breathing is stable, and the haze in your head is tolerable. You must be coming down from the peak, and it’s making you tired.

Quietly, you hear the Mandalorian’s gloved hands grasp metal, but you’re not sure what. You hear something slightly heavy placed on the table.

He calls your name, softly, and unfiltered.

“Yes?” You reply, breathless. Did he take his helmet off?

“Go to sleep,” he says. His usually gruff voice sounds gentle without the vocoder.

“Okay,” you say, and you do indeed need to close your eyes. The blackness behind your eyelids seems almost darker than the darkness of the room. Unbeknownst to you, you must’ve been extremely tired, because you pass out almost immediately.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #din djarin #reader scenario #din djarin scenario #mandalorian scenario #well i guess we're doing this pals #hmu with any feedback PLEASE #also yes i have this fic planned #and it will not be happy so dont ask LOL #or do #yes i did NOT have a title until taylor swift dropped her album #have fun #my writing #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader

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mousehole5000 · 4 years ago

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tgcf lb the second. chapters 7-13

love that we’re getting fu yao and nan feng described as “two little pretty boys” amazing and completely as expected also everything theyve done is 10000% funnier now

The military officials heard their impromptu, slapstick live comedy and couldn’t help but smile. The dissatisfaction in their hearts had dissipated a lot, and they felt a bit more closer to the other three. This resulted in the sedan chair becoming much more stable. - tbh it is often true that if you make people laugh they are more likely to like you in my experience. to be fair what xie lian did was funny theyre a funny trio

okay time for some creatures and beings. base slaves do sound terrifying no thank you i do not like hordes. remind me a bit of husks from mass effect and those were the worst so. also xie lian wielder of silk ribbons i like it

im very :eyes: at fu yao and nan feng rn. i think theres more going on with them..... i have suspicions but we’ll see

well goodbye butterfly boy who crushes skulls and spiritual arrays and sick boots and taught me what a vambrace is. im guessing we shall meet again i have the strangest feeling that ive heard about you

In fact, all of the dead people in this room wore wedding garments while smiling even in death. - grim!!! spooky!!!

The moment he finished saying that, he pinched that corpse’s face twice. The youngster only felt that the skin beneath his hands felt smooth like tofu, making people’s hearts feel itchy. - eww!!!! also dont feel up the corpse buddy wtf. also everyone leave little ying alone

Drip, drop. Drip, drop. This created the frightening scene of a forest filled with corpses as blood rained down from above. even more grim!! - happy halloween kids

When he heard Fu Yao’s explanation, Xie Lian thought in his heart, ‘This name was truly unnecessary. If it was a ‘Devastation’, then it was a ‘Devastation’. If it wasn’t, then it wasn’t. Just like how there were only the phrases, ‘ascended’ and ‘haven’t ascended yet’. There were no such things as ‘near ascending’ or ‘approaching ascending’. On the contrary, adding on a ‘near’ word made people feel awkward. - nevermind the deaths, xie lian needs to make some points about semantics. it has nothing to do with the situation at hand and i love it

QI RONG IVE HEARD ABOUT YOU FROM MY MUTUALS!!! terrified

Who knew how many times he had already said that phrase tonight. Every time something happened, Xie Lian would have to say it at least thirty to forty times. However, there would always be people who turned a deaf ear to his warnings. He felt truly quite helpless. - not sure if this is be xie lian is dressed up as a bride or if its just his bad luck. or if its bc thats just how people are. either way i feel you buddy

“Excuse me for this.” Xie Lian grabbed a hand from each bride before placing them on each other’s necks. The two brides suddenly touched something and were very surprised. Since they couldn’t see anything, they began to fiercely destroy each other. - xie lian stop being funny fjlkajdfs;kasj also right after this he goes into his street performer spiel upon being applauded. amazing

the visual of this fight with the villagers inside the ruoye loop and all the brides is pretty sick. also xi lian on the spirit phone to ling wen while the villagers cheer is very funny

heteronormativity obfuscates another mystery... but also a possessive jealous bride walking on her knees... thats quite a figure!! and tbh it is interesting that everyone assumed that the ghost was a bridegroom who didnt want to see happy couples and not a bride who didnt want to see happy couples. congrats xie lian for thinking

bruh she ripped his skull out and it screamed

i mean the indiscriminate killing of innocent women is bad but other than that im on her side tbh fuck this general pei guy

ow wtf i just cried a little bit. xie lian’s reassurance to little ying... her response.... wtf ;_;

As for the matter between General Pei and Xuan Ji, unless one was directly involved, it was better not to comment on who was right or wrong. He could only pity those seventeen innocent brides, the military officials and drivers who had escorted them. It truly was an unexpected disaster. - valid. still sympathetic to her tho i just am

human face plague..... bruh. okay might have to alternate between reading this and watching hannibal not sure i wanna do those together

He really wanted to hang a sign on his back saying, ‘Ascension is not as good as collecting scraps’ and promote it in the mortal world. - this lb is officially just funny xie lian moments now

The meaning behind his words were basically, the female ghost Xuan Ji causing trouble could not be blamed on General Pei, because she originally did not have the ability to cause it. If they wanted to pin the blame on someone, then they should pin it on Green Ghost Qi Rong, for it was him who took in Xuan Ji and gave her the ability to harm people. - told you. i was right to blame the men

i have indeed seen the donghua trailer so my suspicions that butterfly boy was indeed hua cheng being confirmed are just like. yep. exactly as expected.

i read the second half of chapter 12 on my phone so i didnt get any quotes but hua cheng rise to infamy funny. xie lian listening to it all and just going “hehe silver butterflies pretty” is also funny

i forgot that xie lian was in debt but im glad he paid it off good for him be free

After a while, Ling Wen really couldn’t stand it anymore and privately told him, “Your Highness ah, the things you send in the spirit communication array are all very good, however, I’m afraid that even a Heavenly Official a few hundred years older than you wouldn’t send them.” - fakhlsdfjakl; ling wen really told xie lian he was facebook grandparent posting in the spirit communication array

Since he couldn’t fix this, then it was still better to just forget about it. Xie Lian gave up on this issue, and as a result, stopped being gloomy as well. - you know what i respect that attitude i really do. xie lian said well ill just get over it and he did. i need to do this with twitter

However, this kind of problem didn’t exist for Xie Lian. With the curse upon him, he was no different compared to mortals, and thus could eat everything. And because he was a seasoned veteran of a hundred battles, no matter what he ate, he wouldn’t die. Whether it was a steamed bun that had been lying around for a month, or pastries that already sprouted some green mold, he would definitely be fine after eating those things. Since he had a constitution like this that defied the heavens, he actually got by alright during the period he collected scraps. - im sorry i know i keep saying it but xie lian is so funny i love him fjasdlfsdjfadksl literally king of eating garbage i love him so much

okay more hua cheng lore next time. and this interloper in the cart... ok

#mouse mumbles #tgcf liveblog #honestly so far everythings just really funny #except the gruesome bit and the bit where i cried #but i really do like xie lian a lot

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tysonrunningfox · 6 years ago

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Ripped: Part 5

Hey so....y’all buckled in? Like, we’re going with this, apparently, we’re just...fucking going

AO3 (It’s just easier but I’m posting both places)

“How’s the book?”

“Awful,” Astrid answers Fishlegs’s question without looking up, crossing her ankle over her knee, “it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh,” he starts typing something but she can still feel his eyes on the top of her head, “since you skipped lunch to read it, I figured it must be good.”

“It’s idiotic,” she finds the end of a sentence and sets it down, almost vindictively splitting the binding by pressing its open pages into her desk, “and I skipped lunch because I’m meeting a friend after work and was going to slip out early.”

“Not because of the book?” He raises an eyebrow, “because I thought you were in this to avoid Grimborn-ology.”

Astrid laughs, “Fish, you of all people know what I think of Grimborn-ology, but this isn’t even scientific enough to earn that bogus title.” She clears her throat and flips a couple of pages back, “and I quote ‘the most damning connection between the young Hiccup Haddock and the murders happens to be an old academy racing song with the lyric: ‘I’ve got my sword and I’ve got my mace and I’ve got my wife with the ugly face’. At first pass, this seems like standard Viking brashness, but looking at the year the song was first played by the academy band, eighteen-eighty-two, the same year the proposed connection between Hiccup Haddock and Mary Johnson occurred, the connection becomes clear’.”

“What connection?” Fishlegs frowns.

“There is none, it’s idiotic.”

“You’re more than two-thirds of the way through it,” he points out and Astrid shuts the book, nostrils flaring as she shoves it in her bag. It’s not any of his business. “Where did you get that anyway? It looks old.”

“Hiccup gave it to me,” she sighs, squinting at her computer screen and trying to remember what she was doing. Right, she was helping find some file for her advisor’s research, but she kept drifting across Grimborn articles and distracting herself.

“Admiral Hiccup Haddock?” There’s something about Fishlegs’s always teasing snort that makes her answer even when she wants to ignore him and while it’s led to some great discoveries these last few weeks, right now it’s beyond obnoxious.

“No, the one who gives Grimborn tours outside of my apartment. Apparently, they’re related.” Astrid thought he was lying about that at first, but from the official portrait of Admiral Haddock in the book, it’s maybe the only part that’s true. They have the same long nose and straight eyebrows, although Admiral Haddock’s eyes match his face’s naturally stern expression while Hiccup’s have always been a bit more hectically excited. A younger photo of the man shows his straight, angled jaw without the graying beard, very similar to Hiccup’s jaw, which was unfortunately accentuated without the stupid hat.

Fishlegs must notice her blushing, feeling stupid about noticing once again how decently cute Hiccup is without the period garb, and he raises a judgemental eyebrow.

“He brought me the book after I explained what we found about the first victim to him,” she sighs, “and he invited me on a private tour, at three in the morning, like that’s not a really good way to get murdered.”

“He asked you out?” Fishlegs is surprisingly excited by the information, leaning forward over his desk.

“No, he asked me on a creepy private murder tour.” She rubs her forehead, attempting to get rid of her blush with the power of wishful thinking. Maybe he was kind of cute when he muddled through some absolute bullshit explanation of the difference between late and early, but that doesn’t make it a date and it doesn’t make it any less weird.

“What did you say?”

“I said…I’d let him know.”

“Right,” Fishlegs rolls his eyes goes back to work, “I’m sure you will.”

Astrid tells Ruffnut about the conversation the second she plops into the booth across from her and Tuffnut, pausing briefly to order a drink and finishing with, “what do you think he meant by that?”

“I don’t know, maybe he picked up on how weird you’re being about this tour,” Ruffnut shrugs, “which is still going on, by the way, despite all your research to stop it.”

“I’m not being weird,” Astrid scoffs.

“You’re being a little weird for not handing forward my dossier,” Tuffnut points at a thick binder on the table between them, scooting it an inch closer to her with one finger, “I think you’re both just scared of the truth.”

“Theodore Roosevelt was not the Grimborn Killer, Tuff,” Astrid takes a sip of her drink when it arrives.

“Right, and his wife wasn’t the secret fourth victim of a total of eight,” Tuffnut rolls his eyes, “and hunting wasn’t an alibi. The national parks weren’t a hopeful precursor of the future where he could set up human game preserves—”

Ruffnut cuts him off by shoving a jalapeno popper in his mouth, “has he texted you?”

“Hiccup?”

“No, the ghost of Theodore Roosevelt after being discovered for his crimes.” She shakes her head, “of course I mean Hiccup, who else are we always talking about these days?”

“How are things at work?” Astrid tries to change the subject but when it doesn’t work, she distracts herself with Tuffnut’s binder, opening it to the middle. “No, he hasn’t texted, not since the one message to get me his number.”

“Here, let me show you this one thing,” Tuffnut flips to a purple tab in the back of the binder and grins excited.

“This is a crossword puzzle that you filled out entirely wrong,” Astrid blinks at him, “or are you saying you actually think ‘bull moose party’ is another word for ‘unsolved murder’? It was supposed to be cold case, you crammed multiple letters into every square.”

“Or did I?”

“Yes, you clearly did.” She laughs, “you know, Tuff, I didn’t think it was possible, but this might be a bigger load of crap than the Admiral Haddock book that Hiccup gave me.”

“Which you read,” Ruffnut adds with a shrug and a knowing look.

“Ok, what do you think I should do? Since you seem to have so many opinions about this.”

“I think you should go on the private murder tour with the cute weirdo who you’ve been flirting with for weeks,” she says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Astrid frowns.

“I’m not flirting with him, I’m…reminding him that trespassing is illegal.”

“Right, by reading the books he gives you and engaging with his interests—”

“Why does the private tour have to be at three in the morning?” Astrid interrupts because she doesn’t really have a retort for that.

“Obviously so you can have hot sex in a murder alley without worrying about anyone interrupting you.” Ruffnut shrugs off Astrid’s glare. “Like against the wall. I bet he’d be super into that and maybe you’d stop being so obsessive if you got laid.”

Tuffnut nods sagely and Astrid kicks his shin under the table.

“If you’re so into the idea, you go on the stupid tour.”

“He didn’t ask me, though, he asked you.” Ruffnut looks worried, and worse, quietly worried. Years of friendship has taught Astrid that if Ruffnut wants to do anything but set the room on fire and watch it burn, there’s probably something going on that’s worth taking seriously. “Would you go if it were at a different time?”

Astrid shakes her head, emphatic, “no. I don’t know. Maybe.” She sighs pulls Tuffnut’s binder towards herself, flipping through pages of nonsense, “I have questions, I guess.”

“He’s tall right?” Ruffnut grins, “I don’t think the wall would be too difficult to figure out—”

“No, questions about Viggo Grimborn and why so many people are so invested in him. Or the concept of him, because there’s so little real information out there.”

“If only you knew someone offering you a private tour where you could ask those questions.” Ruffnut pushes more gently than normal and Astrid can’t help but see the logic in what she’s saying.

“And deliver a very well put together dossier to someone who should really know the truth before he teaches the masses,” Tuffnut wiggles his eyebrows.

“Now, there’s an idea. You really want me to deliver this to him?” She holds up the binder and he nods.

Well, Hiccup made her read garbage, she can at least return the favor.

“Wait, are you actually going to go?” Ruffnut laughs, “you know, Astrid, this is a pretty bold move. What will you do if you end up having fun? How would you handle that?”

“Very funny.” She scrolls through her contacts and opens a new text thread.

“Are you texting him now?”

“In a minute.”

Astrid (4:52pm): hey so if I told you that I’m going on a 3am murder tour with your cousin, you’d be legally responsible to pass that information along if I show up missing, correct?

Officer Snotlout Jorgenson (4:53pm): if u think ur gonna end up missing maybe dont go

“You’re texting the hot cop?” Ruffnut leans over the table to see, “tell him I say hi.”

“Stop being so nosy,” Astrid hides her screen.

Astrid (4:54pm): no, I’m going to go, just checking

Officer Snotlout Jorgenson (4:54pm): u were so normal

That’s a release, in a way, hearing that she’s not acting normally after she’s committed to what she’s doing. Maybe Ruffnut’s right, maybe she’ll have fun. Maybe it’ll be miserable, but she’ll get her answers about Grimborn-ology answered and she can spend the rest of the time haggling with Hiccup about buying her sound-proof curtains.

She opens up the single text he sent her, a simple ‘hey, this is Hiccup’, and her stomach does a stupid, irrational flip as she answers.

Astrid (4:55pm): Just letting you know I’m ready for that tour.

She’s just getting home from the bar when he responds, a string of texts coming in all at once while she’s trying to set her bag down and get her phone out of her pocket.

Hiccup (6:02pm): Really? Hiccup (6:02pm): I don’t know why I said that, of course you wouldn’t be texting me if you didn’t mean it Hiccup (6:02pm): unless this is a joke and I’m ruining the laugh you were going to get out of it, in which case, gotcha Hiccup (6:03pm): But assuming you’re being serious and that I didn’t deter you by accusing you of lying for no reason, does Saturday work? Hiccup (6:04pm): oh and sorry for not responding right away

Astrid (6:05pm): To clarify, you mean Saturday at 3am, as in three hours into the day

Hiccup (6:06pm): Yes, the very early part of Saturday that can be reached by staying up very late on Friday night Hiccup (6:06pm): see? It is an early date Hiccup (6:07pm): not that it’s a date, I didn’t say that

Astrid’s glad that no one can see her blush when he says that, because her head is still full of all the stupid things Ruffnut said to get a rise out of her. It seems to have worked, unfortunately, because she’s remembering how stunned she was when Hiccup showed up outside her apartment in normal clothes, looking taller and more striking than she remembered.

Astrid (6:08pm): Saturday works

Hiccup (6:09pm): Great! I figure it makes sense to start at your apartment anyway so I’ll meet you there?

Astrid (6:09pm): Sure.

Friday night, Astrid attempts to doze off in front of a movie to at least get a few hours of sleep before whatever idiocy she signed herself up for, but she doesn’t have any luck. Hiccup’s usual eight o’clock tour of the courtyard happened on schedule, but the light drizzle picked up enough he must have had to cancel later tours because she doesn’t hear anyone come by. She half expects him to cancel on her too, maybe even wants him to, but the rain dries up a little past one and she gives up on sleeping.

It’s still cold even if it’s not raining and Astrid layers up, sipping on coffee as she sets Tuffnut’s binder by the door. The knock at 2:57 catches her off guard, and she quickly yanks her boots on before answering.

“Hey!” Hiccup greets in an excited whisper before clearing his throat and continuing in a low voice, “I don’t know if you have any neighbors on this floor, but—”

“Oh, I don’t,” Astrid’s heart stumbles over a beat as this feel stupid all over again, “which I shouldn’t have told you if you’re planning on murdering me.”

“I’m not,” he takes a step back, hands raised, “I meant it when I said you could take me and plus, I’d like to think I’m more creative than that. You know, since you live at the first Grimborn murder site.” He laughs, “not interested in retracing those steps.”

Everything about this is a bad idea.

But like with cheap apartments, Astrid feels better diving in headfirst and committing to the consequences.

“I got you something.”

“What? You really didn’t have to do that.”

“No, I definitely did,” she grabs Tuffnut’s binder and holds it out to him, “one of my friends is apparently interested in the Grimborn murders and he was kind enough to put all his theories in one place. I figured since you made me read about Admiral Haddock, I should return the favor.”

“You read it?” His surprised smile is wide enough that she notices slightly crooked front teeth that only add to the boyish excitement in his eyes. “What did you think?”

“It’s awful, I’m almost finished.” She taps on the binder, “but I think this is likely just as bad, open it.”

“Theodore Roosevelt?” He frowns at a random newspaper clipping about a third of the way in. Something is highlighted and there’s a gold star on the page protector next to the title. “As in the president of the United States?”

“Yep, apparently he’s Viggo Grimborn, his wife was a secret fourth victim, it’s all in there.” She puts on her rain jacket and makes sure her keys are still in the pocket.

“I…can’t wait,” he shuts the binder, grinning wider and tucking it under his arm. Then he fidgets and clears his throat again, “would you mind if I left it here for the tour though?”

“You think you’re coming up here after the tour?” She raises an eyebrow and his eyes widen.

“To be fair, I did say this isn’t a date, so coming back up to your apartment to collect that lovely binder doesn’t mean anything. Maybe.”

“Sure,” Astrid takes it back and sets it inside before locking up, “you can leave it here. I’m just messing with you.”

“I probably deserve that,” he claps his hands together, “ok, so tour. I was going to assume you’re solid on Elizabeth Smith, given that amazing picture you gave me a copy of, so should we head to the second site?”

“It’s your tour,” she waves him ahead of her on the stairs.

“Eh, since it’s a private tour, it’s more like it’s your tour.” Hiccup holds the door for her anyway and she tucks her hands in her pockets, looking up at her apartment window from the courtyard. It’s quiet, the air still and heavy on the damp, frigid pavement and Astrid shrugs against a rebellious shiver running up her spine.

“You should have let me know, I would have specified that you wear the hat,” she nods at his messy hair and he might blush, or it might be a trick of the moonlight. The street lights went out hours ago and she resists the urge to step closer to pick out the nuances in his expressions. If she got closer, he could see her face too, and she’s not quite sure what it’s saying right now.

“Yeah, that’s kind of just a gimmick,” he grins, “plus, it needs dry cleaning since someone threw a toothbrush at it.”

“I didn’t throw it, for the record.” She cocks her head towards the gate, “onto site two?”

Hiccup is a good tour guide, she’ll give him that. Apparently, she’ll give him more than that since she’s out here in the cold at three in the morning, but he’s making it entertaining. They aren’t twenty yards down the street before he’s listing facts about every doorway and alcove and filling in bits of information she wouldn’t have known to ask for. She keeps expecting to yawn, but the cold and the movement is enough to stave that off. Well, the cold and the entertainment.

“And that brings us to December eighteen eighty-three, where most of Berk had forgotten the trauma of the Smith murder in the rest of the trauma of being a late Victorian slum, that is until the night of the eleventh when a carpenter by the name of Howard Strum heard a shuffle beneath his back window. He thought he heard a woman cry out, but when he asked if anyone was out there, he got no answer,” Hiccup backs up to a hip high gate across a narrow alleyway and offers Astrid his hand, “help over?”

“We’re going back there?” She balks, arms crossed.

“I can’t take usual tours because of the gate, but two people in the middle of the night when everyone’s asleep is a lot less conspicuous,” he climbs over himself, bracing his weight on the gate and making it creak when he stumbles on his left foot, “the carpenter’s house is remodeled but the alley is still the same.”

“Isn’t that trespassing?” Astrid is good about people, it’s one of the things that led her down her path in criminology. She kept wondering how obviously awful people got away with things when just being around them set her teeth on edge, and she waits for that instinct to kick in now.

She’s stupid enough to be alone with a guy she hardly knows, trespassing into a dark alleyway to check out a murder sight, every bone in her body should be telling her to run, every hair on the back of her neck should be at attention. Really though, her heartbeat is calm and she’s more worried about getting caught than anything as she looks up and down the street, half ready to see Snotlout in a police cruiser coming to inform her once again that she’s being stupid.

“There’s no ‘No Trespassing’ sign.” Hiccup shrugs a lanky shoulder, “well, not after the apartment block’s HOA made the guy living down here take it down.”

“There’s a padlock.”

“I didn’t see it if you didn’t,” he offers her his hand again and she stares at it. Long fingers, red from cold, seemingly made for gesturing.

“One condition,” she leans on the other side of the gate, checking the street again for cars. “You answer some questions.”

“About trespassing sign laws on this block or about Viggo Grimborn?”

“About you,” she swings her leg over the gate, proud when she doesn’t make it squeak, “and why you think Grimborn is so interesting.”

“About me?”

She didn’t realize he was slouching until he stands up straight, running his hand back through his hair like he wants her to be aware how narrow the alley is, his elbow right in front of her face in the darkness. She steps further into the alley to regain some space, because why not amid all of these other brilliant decisions not unlike those made by people before they get murdered.

“You said it was my tour.”

“I did, I did definitely say that,” his smile is sheepish, teeth white in the last licks of moonlight from the sidewalk as he starts leading her deeper into the alley. Everything about him is confusing, from the shy duck of his head while he taps an obvious padlock with a long finger to the way she feels completely comfortable while everything about this should be threatening. “Usually this stage of the private tour means unlocking Catherine Whittaker’s tragic past and not mine, but…here it is, by the way,” he pauses, pointing down at the ground and up at a new apartment block window. “Where her body was found in the morning by the carpenter who’d heard a bump the night before. Mutilated like Elizabeth’s Smith’s had been.”

Astrid didn’t think Hiccup could do anything more annoying than lead tour groups of murder enthusiasts to look inside her apartment, but in the moment, avoiding eye contact with her is up there.

“Ok, let’s keep moving,” he waves her along with him, taking an abrupt left into another, even narrower alley, hazily lit by outdoor fire alarms near the roofline of two old apartment buildings. “You said you had questions.”

“Yeah,” she nods, “you said usually, how many of these private tours do you give?”

Even though he specified that this wasn’t a date, she could see how that would work. He’s making her feel plenty comfortable when she’s practically trying to be on edge, there’s plenty of time to talk, plenty of privacy in dark alleys. Maybe Ruffnut is more right than she knows.

“This is the third?” He laughs, still awkward, no doubt waiting for her to circle back to his tragic past comment, aware that she’s trying to stall. “The first was Gobber, actually.”

“As in my landlord?” She cocks her head, “so it’s not a move you do or—”

“What? No, unless I was making a move on that condo security guy who paid me quadruple for one a couple years ago, before they put up that monstrosity,” he points behind them at the new apartment block they just turned away from. “Which, come to think of it, he might have thought I was because he kept getting real close to me through here. I don’t think so though, I think he might have just been one of the real weird Grimborn-ologists.”

“There are not weird people who call themselves Grimborn-ologists?”

��You’re looking at one,” he points to his chest with both thumbs as they move out of the alley and back onto a sidewalk. He turns right without thinking and points at a fire hydrant, “that hydrant was used to clean off the alley after Catherine Whittaker’s body was taken to the morgue that used to be in what is now the sheriff’s office.”

“Right, you aren’t weird at all for knowing that.”

“Oh, I am, but by Grimborn standards, I’m positively well-adjusted.”

“You take tours of people to inhabited apartments,” Astrid smacks his upper arm with the back of her hand and it’s not until he’s brushing her off that she realizes how it felt like a habit.

“Ok, this is a story, this is a good one. So, this one time, I got a message from a guy who I’d just been in an online bidding war with for an original Grimborn letter—”

“So normal.”

“I am, just listen, so I get this message and he’s asking if I want to ‘see his collection’,” Hiccup frames the phrase with air quotes, turning to walk backwards while facing her, his hands waving around while he talks, “and I say sure, because I love people’s collections, or I thought I did until this happened. But anyway, I go to this guy’s house and his collection is just…grotesque crime scene photos, but they’re all framed in these fancy custom frames covering a whole wall of his living room and I’m looking at them and he comes up behind me and is breathing over my shoulder and he says, and I quote, ‘I’ve always wanted to see a dead body’.”

“What did you do?”

“Ran,” he laughs, “like I said, noodle arms,” he pats his bicep through his jacket and turns back around to walk next to Astrid, shaking his head, “and that’s an extreme story but a lot of people are actually off their rocker for Viggo Grimborn. There have been copy cat killers and all sorts of people committed for idolizing him, which is absolutely not my thing.”

“Are we um,” she clears her throat, tucking some hair behind her ear and looking up at him from the corner of her eye, “back around to me accidentally uncovering your tragic past?”

“You wanted to know what I find so fascinating about Viggo Grimborn.”

“Well, yeah, because you’re the one giving me a private tour so you’re the one I can ask but just…out of all the cold cases in the world, out of all the unsolved murders, why this one? Why is this the place with tours?”

“I can’t answer that overarching question for you, but I can tell you why I’m so interested,” he licks his lips, looking from her face to the wall above her head, apparently struggling for the words.

“You don’t have to—”

“No, it’s your tour and I don’t know, you do seem to be more directly impacted by my interest than most.” He grins briefly when she laughs before turning serious again, “my dad was a Captain in the Berk police force when he was killed in the line of duty. I’d been living with my mom and was planning on moving in with him to transfer schools and I came anyway, it was too late to change anything. And yeah, he’d complained about tourists and whackos on the phone, but I didn’t get why he was so annoyed until I found the book that I gave you in his study and saw my name on the cover.”

“So, you are named after Admiral Haddock?”

“Oh yeah, my dad was big into genealogy and fought to give me that family name, I think my mom is still annoyed about it, honestly.” He lights up when he talks about his dad, smile boyish above that stark jawline as he pauses to gesture to an obviously closed frozen yogurt shop, “right here used to be the entry to the alley to the third site, but a few years ago, it got rezoned when the fire hazard law requiring a three foot alley between shale roof buildings was repealed, and obviously that meant it was time for frozen yogurt. And as if that weren’t bad enough, this alley used to be the most crime ridden place in Downtown Berk, it’s said that even police officers wouldn’t walk down it after dark.”

“That’s where all these alleys come from? Fire hazard laws?” Astrid doesn’t think twice before following Hiccup across the street and down another alley path. He turns right then left, trailing his hand along the bricks like he’s checking in on them.

“Yep, and you can imagine how hard it made it to chase a murderer down, or anyone down for that matter.” He pauses, “my dad was a big guy, he used to bitch about trying to fit down here. They’re why to this day Berk has such a large homeless population, there are so many nooks and crannies protected from the elements.”

“Huh,” Astrid rests her hand on the building to her right, the way Hiccup is doing, and tries to imagine if this was where she had to sleep. The ground is mostly dry, at least, but the wind that occasionally whips past their ankles is brutal.

“Between you and me, that was the reason for the rezoning, it doesn’t have anything to do with fire.” He says in a low voice, leaning in what should be a little too close, his breath warm on her cheek. When the hair on the back of her neck stands up, it’s not because she’s scared, and she puts her hands back in her pockets.

“So, for you, being here and doing this makes you feel close to your dad?”

“It’s comforting that not everything has to be solved,” he shrugs, “you can learn about it, you can exist within it, you can try to understand it but sometimes, some things just don’t have a solution.” Hiccup’s sad smile is optimistic and habitual, one he’s used hundreds of times to move forward when there’s no other option. “Well, again, I have to commend you on getting to the base of my tragic past in record time, is it my turn?”

“You’re out of luck there, I don’t have a tragic past,” she shakes her head, “just a present merging with a bunch of other tragedy.”

“You’re absolutely right there,” he turns another corner and knocks on the back of what she recognizes as the frozen yogurt shop. “Because right here was where a witness watched a young prostitute named Margaret George lead a tall man in a black hat into her apartment, which was right over here,” he steps up to the base of new condos and gestures beyond the wall. “About twenty feet down the sketchiest alley in Berk, she was barely scraping by affording a single room. This was when the case got really famous as she was a young actress running away from an arranged marriage. And, because nothing about the way that humans behave has ever really changed, a pretty face made the case blow up. Her ex-fiance didn’t help, skulking around in black hats and making everyone generally uncomfortable. It also didn’t help that he was a medical student rumored to sell specimens to the anatomy lab.”

“That sounds pretty damning.”

“Maybe that’s the thing about the Grimborn case, there are so many suspects that all make sense. Or as much sense as you can make out of things with very little physical evidence and across more than a hundred years.”

The walk towards the fourth site is through more alleys, all of which Hiccup navigates without thought, pointing out landmarks, hemming and hawing across descriptions of mutilations he seems to know better than to offer to show Astrid pictures of.

“You must think I’m a wimp for not wanting to see the gore,” she elbows him in the ribs, not quite sure when she started walking close enough to do so.

“No, not at all, I’m not so into it myself. That’s where a lot of people get hung up, the mutilating part of the murders that is, but focusing on it too much just seems cruel to me. They were people,” he shudders, “plus, I can’t say I have the best experience with women who really want to see the pictures.”

“What does that mean?”

“I mean they’re out here looking for their Johnny Depp, or something,” he shuffles back when he laughs, wheezy, quiet enough that she wouldn’t hear it if she still weren’t standing far too close, “although how anyone romanticizes being strangled—”

Astrid jumps at the scream that cuts him off, wincing at the thud that follows. Heavy, intentional. There’s a rustle and then obvious, heavy silence sets in, only interrupted by Hiccup’s arm curling around her shoulders.

She looks up, embarrassed for hiding in his neck, itching to shrug his arm off but frozen in place by something she can’t quite place. Maybe it’s his expression, hard and focused, straight jaw at eye level while his eyebrows knit together, electric eyes honed to a deadly, perceptive current. He’s warm, especially for how skinny he is, and it makes her feel cold enough to want to get closer.

“Well,” she clears her throat, “you really went all out on the ambiance for this not a date.”

“I have no idea what that was,” he mutters, voice low and careful, “we should get out of here. Now.”

#ripped #httyd fic #hiccstrid #modern au #hiccstrid fic #serial killer tour guide au #ok but so much #just happened #i just...

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One Last Time

show: Chilling adventures of Sabrina

pairing: Rosalind Walker/ Harvey Kinkle

description: "Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart, all I really care is you wake up in my arms." They really should've met much sooner. It's the honesty of it. They're lives intertwine in more than one way, way too often. In Greendale, a seemingly small town where everyone knows everyone, the real stories lie in the lives of the residents. The real story lies in the lives of Harvey Kinkle and Rosalind Walker. Oneshot

They really should've met much sooner. It's the honesty of it. Their lives intertwine in more ways than one, way too often. In Greendale, a seemingly small town where everyone knows everyone, the real stories lie in the lives of the residents.

It's the town where Dorothy Walker took her young daughter, Rosalind Walker to the supermarket every Sunday and the park every Friday. It's where the town folk lived their daily lives in routine and tradition, no matter how suffocating it turned out.

It's where Evelyn Kinkle found herself trapped in a marriage gone sour. So she put in energy toward giving everything to her children, putting Tommy in a shop class on Sundays and taking her youngest Harvey Kinkle to the supermarket with her. When her husbands vice grip on her was just to much, on those days she would take both boys out to the park and they'd play.

In retrospect, they should've met sooner than they did.

It's finally Rosalind's first day at Baxter elementary school that they meet. Six year old, Rosalind Walker, felt like she was going to throw up in the back on her moms new SUV. "Mommy I don't feel so good. My tummy hurts, can we go back home?" Roz says as she pushes up her small glasses with a pout that could get her out of jail if she tried.

"Baby, it's just your nerves. Don't try that pouting stuff with me, you know it only works on your father. You gotta be strong Rosalind." Dorothy says with an amused smirk painted on her lips, reflection bouncing off the rear view mirror.

Roz sucks her teeth, "But mom I don't wanna start a new school, Riverdale wasn't a bad school mommy, I had friends there."

"Well then you'll make new friends. You know your mommy had to get you here so it would be easier for me to pick you up. Mommy doesn't work at Riverdale hospital anymore, so there is going to be some changes. Look at it this way, at least we dont have to change houses, we staying right here in greendale, everyday" She mutters.

"I'm not gonna make any friends with these alien eyes and monster puffs mommy!" The child complains, arms crossing with frown settled in her face, two seen space buns settled on her head golden in the sun streaming through the car window.

Dorothy's eyes narrow and her eyes brows furrow, Roz sat up knowing her mother was upset. "Now you listen to me Rosie, if anybody I mean any body wants to tell you anything about your hair you just tell them that you got that beautiful hair passed down from a long lineage of queens! Women who mattered in this world. Your hair is who you are and that is a smart and beautiful girl, don't you forget that." Her mother rants, as Roz looks out the window to the tall trees and orange leaves on the ground.

"Yes mommy", Roz sighs exasperated as her mother pulls over.

Rosalind's bright yellow shoes reach the pavement and she hears her mother drive away. She sees the students being dropped of by their parents. Some kissing them good bye followed by kids running away and groups of friends together. Rosalind gulps and pushes her glasses up, I don't need nobody, be strong just like mommy said.

Just like that she feels her head rise up along with her chin as she hears the school bell ring and enters with everyone else to the classrooms.

***

Rosalind just can't believe her luck.

On the first day of all days she meets a really shy girl with brown hair and light freckles on her face, Susie. During snack time they promise to be best friends no matter what, pinkies tied and all.

Then a blonde haired boy with a mean glare pushes Susie as she tries to empty out her lunch tray, leaving the garbage everywhere him and his four other goons laugh.

Roz quickly realizes Susie's only shy because she gets pushed around a lot, she knows a thing or two about bullies too.

"It's okay Rosalind." Susie says from her stance in the floor picking herself up.

It's really not okay Rosalind hears herself say in her head.

Just as she feels her mouth open ready to chew them out and her glare at the boys hardening for hurting her new best friend when a voice calls out "Hey! Leave her alone." A short girl with blonde hair takes a protective stance to Susie, whose trowing the trash with a renewed hope highlighting her features and an awestruck Rosalind.

"Oh I'm so scared what are you gonna do short stack?"

"I'll tell on you Zach Feldman, I'll tell Ms. Morrison you were the one who put the glue on her seat yesterday and not Gary Truman."

"Your such a tattle tale Sabrina Spellman, that's why nobody wants to be your friend and your weird." Kids gathered around the scene playing out in front of the cafeteria, began laughing at her and just as Sabrina was about to turn around, frown on her face.

With a chin tilted upward Rosalind found herself saying, "Oh yeah? I wanna be her friend."

Finding her voice from the background a now confidently smiling Susie says, "Yeah I wanna be her friend too."

"Cool you can all be weirdos together." Zach says getting laugh out of the students once again, the crowd disperses as he walks away but they don't matter. All Rosalind sees are the smiling faces of her new found friends and the beginning of something great.

"You guys can call me Roz."

***

Then there's him.

It's the next day, Roz was dropped off again waiting for her friends in front of the court yard when she sees softest boy with the softest brown eyes she's ever seen.

***

Harvey Kinkle likes to think he's a cool guy. His older brother always tells him so, his mother always tells him too so it must be true. So as he's walking to meet his friends on their usual corner in front of the school he doesn't understand why he loses all sense of body functions at the sight of this one girl but he does.

Harvey almost trips on his way to his friends when he sees her because she's just so pretty, it's the only way to explain it other than her having superhero or villain powers and she doesn't look that cool . Two sheen puffs proudly stand atop her head and she looks at him with these round eyes that hold him. When he finally looks away and gets to the guys they laugh and tease.

All the while Roz giggles at the sight of him wondering if he's okay.

***

"Does Harvey Kinkle have a crush on the new girl?!" A voice calls out, the boys laugh.

"Keep your voice down man!" Harvey says looking around wondering if she's still around.

"Why you don't want her to hear you've got cooties?" Zach yells to the class in the yard from his spot leaning in the tree.

"Shut up no I don't!" Harvey whines at the insistent teasing and the sounds of the young boys laughter.

"Why do you like her anyway? her hair's too big. I bet you could fit two apples in those puff balls." Zach says and the boys laugh.

Harvey looks down at the ground, "Don't talk about her like that." He says weakly.

"What was that Kinkle?"

"Just-just leave her alone Zach." Harvey stutters.

"Aww Harvey likes the new girl." Another boy sang out soon everyone joined in the chant.

"Yeah Harvey likes the new girl" Zach sang, as Harvey's fist clenched.

"No I don't!"

"Oh yeah prove it? Put gum in her stupid hair since you don't like her so much." Zach says with a smirk a chorus of "ohhh" "he's not gonna do it" follows.

Harvey gulped as Zach put a stick of gum in his open palm, "What are you gonna do Kinkle?"

***

Everyone's in there classrooms and as Harvey walks up to Roz, his hand shakes.

The next thing she knows, she's got gum in her hair, Harvey's eyes are as wide as he thinks there ever gonna get and a slur of apologies follow only to be out voiced by her cries for help with the sticky assailant in her hair. She officially hates this day and Harvey Kinkle.

***

There all ten when Harvey's mom dies in a horrible car accident. The whole community shows up to the funeral of Evelyn Kinkle and to the house with every different assortment of food imaginable. Harvey is told to stand up straight and is shoved around by his drunk father. Tommy tries to distract him a couple times as he usually does with TV and errands while he cleans up after dad's messes.

In the wake, Sabrina, the pretty blonde girl from school, hugs him for the first time and he's so nervous, hands sweaty, he thinks he's gonna throw up, she gives him a light smile and leaves; a part of him wishes she didn't. Harvey's eyes are still wide and Tommy asks what's wrong when he sees him.

Harvey blinks, "Sabrina Spellman just hugged me."

Tommy chuckles and pats his little brother in the shoulder, "Girl drama already? And here I thought I was gonna have to wait a couple years."

"Shut up Tommy."

Then he sees her and the lightheartedness of the moment passes and he's filled with dread, Harvey stiffens. Noticing once again his brothers expression and where his eyes traveled to he chuckles again, murmuring to himself this time, "Ahh they grow up so fast." Harvey still hears him, his brow furrows and he shoves Tommy off. His laugh provides Harvey with a little solace on such a bleak day.

Harvey knows Tommy would rather put up a front than see how he's really grieving in some ways he's grateful for it and in others, he just wishes he could help. He can't imagine it's easy being the older brother to someone who says they see demons, Harvey shakes the painful memory away, puts the awful shade of red out of his mind.

Harvey's eyes find Rosalind's again and the stiffness of his body returns. It fades when she gives him a sad soft smile across the room that says I'm sorry, Harvey graces her with one of his own and she shrugs.

Harvey breathes, and for the first time in a while for some reason he thought things were gonna be alright.

***

Flash forward forward a couple years later, there all fourteen and fifteen, and Baxter high school was in full swing and adamant chatter filled the soon to be transformed cafeteria because of the awaiting annual homecoming dance. Three girls sitting in their usual spots in the lunchroom had a conversation of their own regarding the dance while one was in her own head, a million miles away.

"So I was waiting on him to ask me because it seemed like he was, but he just said he had to go home." Sabrina says from her seat opposite Susie and Roz, a pale hand settled under her chin.

"Maybe he was nervous?" Susie replied

"I don't know, I mean he kind of seemed like he was. What do you think Roz?" Sabrina asks, eyes narrowing at her friends unfocused gaze.

"Roz?" Susie calls to her.

"I just think that we are not doing enough for the people out there who really need our help, we are panthers baby. We should be out there doing what we need to do for the good of the people!" Dorothy Walkers voice exclaims into the void of the Walker living room. Roz sits perched at the top of her brown stair case arms loosely wrapped around her figure.

"What we should be doing is looking out for the good of this family! Of course it's important to stay woke and fight the good fight but how long until fighting costs us our lives. Things got dangerous with that life style Baby." Micheal Walker replies to his wife's irrationality, reaching out to her trying to get her to understand.

"Jesus Dorothy we aren't kids anymore, we aren't teenagers, we're raising one and you gotta be there for her."

"You don't tell me what I don't do and do for my daughter okay." Dorothy yells, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

"She's just as much mine as she is yours, don't don't do that. At least I'm acting like it."

"Micheal, I don't wanna hear another word." Dorothy warns.

"Roz!" Susie says again, worried expression on her face, "You okay?"

Roz blinks, back to reality and meets her friends concerned expressions with a complacent one of her own, she tries to tug for a smile, "Yeah guys I'm fine just tired, I'll see you guys at the dance? Yeah?"

As Roz gets up the bell rings, and her friends share a look.

***

When Roz gets home the air just doesn't feel the same, a once warm cozy place felt desolate and cold.

She's alone in her homecoming dress, awaiting her mom whose been late to just about everything recently.

The heel of her black shoe clanks against the hardwood of the floor as she paces back and forth in her red dress. She sees the bright yellow light of her mothers black SUV in the garage and she gets outside with everything.

"Finally! Mom give me the keys I gotta go." Roz breathes out, palm up awaiting the keys in her hand.

"Oh honey you look beautiful." Her mothers eyes tear up, and Roz drops her awaiting hand looking to her mother confused.

"Mom are you okay?" She asks eyes narrowed.

"How about I drive you honey? Come on get in the car." Dorothy says sniffing huddling her things back in the car as Roz looks to her confused. "Well come on baby wouldn't want you to be late to your first high school dance would you?" Dorothy says on the brink of releasing a set of tears. In all her fourteen years, Roz had never seen her mother cry; no less cry to take her to a school dance so to say she was confused was an understatement.

The car ride is spent in silence. It's composed mainly of moments her mother would look at her for long periods of time and Roz would remind her the light was green and they'd go. They finally get to Baxter high and Dorothy looks to her for what seemed like forever, and cups her cheek, "My beautiful baby, you've grown into such an amazing educated young woman." Roz's eyes widen, okay so my moms officially lost it, she thinks. "Mom what's going on?" Roz asks confused.

"Go on and have a good time, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Make sure to get Susie to drive you home. I'll be taking the car with me."

Roz hand drifts to the door handle, and it sills when she looks back at her mom. Dorothy has tears in her eyes again, "It's alright honey go on."

Roz walks out of he car and doesn't turn back, already fearing the worst as she steps through the school doors to the gym.

***

Roz gets back home an hour later, feeling an intense aversion to what awaits her. She looks at the simple cobble stone in path and steps leading to her once cozy brick home from Susie's car window and wants so badly to be far away. Susie had been the first of her friends to get her drivers license, never mind the age limit her dad was able to pull a few strings. Most kids in green dale had been learning to drive since they were in car seats.

"Roz are you sure your okay? You've been spacing out all night. We can go to my place? I can call brina and we could have a slumber party? All you'd have to do is go in now and ask your dad." Susie asks her softly.

Roz smiles, and that's why she's the best, "It's cool Susie, I've just got some stuff to deal with my family, my mom was acting weird before she dropped me off. I think we just have to figure stuff out." She lightly smiles, hoping to death she'll believe it.

"Alright Roz but call me if you need anything okay? Also careful on those steps, cobblestones and heels do not mix."

"I will" Roz laughs as she leaves her friends car and makes her way to the door. Moms car isn't in the drive way, huh she notices.

Roz gets in the house and she's greeted the same feeling she got when she came home from school, a cold and desolate energy only thing different this time, her father was here.

That feeling she feared for the worst came back with a vengeance.

Roz rushes up to walk towards him, head in his hands, he looks up to his little girl whose not so little anymore and gives her a weak smile, "Hi honey how was the dance?"

"It was nice. Where's mom?" Roz asks, getting straight to the point. Just like her mother Micheal thought, staring off into space wondering where it all went wrong.

"She left."

"What? where?"Roz asks, a million questions springing to her mind.

"I don't know baby, I just know she isn't coming back."

Roz backs away from her father taking in the news, and walks toward the stairs to her room.

"Rosalind honey...I'm so sor-" Roz already shaking her head frantically as tears form, "No, No dad don't apologize. Its not your fault. I've just got to get to my room."

Roz locks her self in her room, breathes and cries. Cries for the woman who would take her to the supermarket on Sundays, for the woman who told her her hair was beautiful and for the woman who would take her to the park nearly every Friday, The park she thinks. She looks up from her stance on the floor and trades her heels for a pair of sneakers and makes her way out the door.

Her father paces downstairs in the living room, "Rosalind where are you going this time of night?" He says arms crossed, Micheal knows the circumstances of the night are strange but she's still his daughter, in his house.

"Dad I just need to go out for a walk please."

"Roz-"

"Bye Dad."

***

Every now and again Harvey gets a little unsettled by the noise in his house, not that there is much, but the lack of it. His mothers calming pacifying voice is gone and its been years, but his dad never lets him forget it, not that he ever would. Sometimes Tommy's ever patient smile isn't enough. He's got plans and friends and a life. So once and in while Harvey quietly leaves and walks around town, Tommy's at a party and his father is too drunk to notice.

Harvey walks for what feels like hours. He feels his feet wandering of their own volition as he thinks about where he is in life so far. With joy division blaring in his ears, he thinks of Sabrina and her friends. They've all been hanging out as of late ever since him and Susie were paired to do an anatomy project together. Since then he's been like additional member to their group, and then theirs this unspoken thing with Sabrina. He thinks back to being that 10 year old kid with his world collapsing around him, a pretty girl giving him a hug and bringing good feelings to light in a dark place. Harvey suddenly looks down at his shoes in thought, man I shouldn't have chickened out asking her to the dance, he thinks to himself, upset he doesn't know what could've been. Then his thoughts drifted again as the cold front met his face to the other girl at his mothers wake and his chest tightens. Roz forgave him all with a smile, and its not like she hated him because he put gum in her hair when she was six but it was..weird because they never were really, friends.

Suddenly his view is changed by a gate, a view of a baseball field and endless grass, with his childhood playground in sight, with out knowing it Harvey realizes he's made his way to the park where his mom used to take him as a kid. He gets this aching feeling in his chest as he makes his way to the entrance, sometimes he really misses her so much it hurts and he breathes just like she always told him to when things got to much with his father. Harvey sees his condensation from his breath and opens the gate his eyeline immediately going to the swing set, his favorite playground object as a child and then he sees her. Roz and her soft cries are heard as he hesitantly makes his way to the other seat.

Harvey notices she's still wearing her homecoming dress, a short red dress that exposes her shoulders and sneakers, Shouldn't she still be at school? Did something happen there? He wants to check his phone in case Sabrina or Susie texted him something that he didn't see about anything that might've happened tonight but he fights the urge.

"H-Hi Rosalind." She quickly faces the other way and brushes away her tears, breathing deeply she corrects him "it's just Roz, remember" She's corrected him on it during the many times they've all hung out together for some reason it never really sticks.

"Oh sorry." Harvey says more than sorry about just that, but that stupid fateful day he put gum in her hair and about never really trying to talk to her after that.

Harvey looks to her, her thick glasses are off and her face has light pink tint as the autumn breeze picks up carrying her curls around.

"You know I'm really sorry about that day with your hair, I didn't really mean to do it you know I just wanted to fit in with my friends and they're not my friends anymore they haven't for a long time. I'm sorry I let them tease Susie for so long. I-I'm just sorry." She sniffles and finally looks to him, "you don't have to worry about the hair thing I got over that a long time ago." She lets out a breathy laugh, so soft as if it was barely there at all. "But I'm really not the one you should be apologizing to for Susie, that's for her."

"Right" he says meekly as he starts to swing.

They sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the cool air, and swirling yellow and orange leaves. They're both not looking at each other when Roz sneaks a couple glances his way and tells him that her mom left and she was here because this is where she used to take her as a little girl.

Harvey looks away, "You know we really should've met sooner than we did, my mom used to come here with me all the time too." Roz looks at him as if realizing the situation, "Harvey I'm so sorry, I didn't think-"

"It's fine Roz, it was four years ago." Four years that his dad wouldn't let him forget, four years of his brother single handily trying to keep the family together, four years of burying himself in his drawings and music. His mother always loved his drawings.

Again there's a silence for a while, two figures on a swing set in the moonlight just sit. "You know some stupid part of me thought she'd come back here, that she'd just know just where I was and take me back home, take us both back home." Her face is still wet streaked with tears.

Harvey has never had to deal with a crying girl before and his palms start to sweat, he's been hanging around Sabrina more often and thus her friends because they're cool people but he's never felt really accepted by Roz yet, it was good to clean the air. He didn't want to set her off in anyway.

"It's not stupid, to want to see your mom again. It just sucks that some white dude that um..does something to the patriarchy, came in her place." Harvey knows that Roz is all about social justice, her parents especially and he's still learning. She lets out a laugh, a strong one that he can hear this time, he'll count it as a win.

"They hold up the patriarchy, Harvey."

"Oh okay cool." His eyes widen as he says it, and Roz's one eye brow raises, in amusement. "I-I mean not cool like cool but I mean- I get- I unders-" the metal chain of the swing set rattles as Roz laughs with her entire face, eyes crinkling, head tilted back hand holding her stomach.

Leaves swirl around as the cold front comes and her laugh rings in his ear like a bell. She shivers from the cold and Harvey realizes she's still in her homecoming dress, he stands takes of his jacket, Roz looks at him in slight confusion as he puts his jacket on her shoulders. She blushes and remembers the soft brown eyes when they were six. Then she remembers this morning, Sabrina talking about how she wanted Harvey to ask her to the dance. Disappointment blooms in her chest at the realization, everyone with eyes and a pulse knew that Sabrina and Harvey had feelings for each other.

Harvey softly smiles at her while she looks down. The moonlight bouncing off her caramel skin, she puts her glasses back on and stands up. That warm feeling he felt when he was ten comes back again. The one that promised everything was going to be alright. He looks up to her from his seat on the swing set.

"Why didn't you ask Sabrina to the dance?" Roz asks, holding back has never really been one of her strong suits.

It's almost comical how fast his face changes from soft to taken aback. "Well I-" he clears his throat and feels the nervousness crawl back up like a viper, he looks back up to her face, her soft brown eyes and just breathes out, "I was chicken shit." Roz's eyes now widen at his bluntness and she lightly chuckles, Harvey's sweet smile comes back with a comfortable silence.

Roz looks away from him and back at the ground,"I uh gotta go it's getting kinda late and I don't wanna worry my dad. Especially with everything that happened." Its now that she realized the state she left her dad in, head in his hands in all, thinking his wife had left him and now his daughter too? She had to make things better at home.

"Oh uh..do you want me to walk you there?" He says strangely not wanting the moment to end.

"No it's fine." She reply's with a small smile.

"Are you sure?" He inquired further, not unfamiliar to the threat of the dark. Roz's smile unwieldy widens highlighting reassurance, "Looks like Harvey Kinkle isn't too chicken shit to take a girl home and protect her from the big bad darkness." She waves her fingers around and lets out a low "oooo" she giggles as he stands from his seat on the swings and shoves her, small grin placating his features. Soon they're both laughing and shoving each other as they both walk out of the park.

Roz's laughs pan out as they reach the entrance, and soft brown met large almond brown once again, with a light smile she says "Goodnight Harvey, and uh thanks for...this." He feels his head shaking as a response,"Anytime, night Roz.", And he's rooted in the spot, he can't let him self go and they stare until Roz turns around makes her way down the familiar path to her house. Harvey still standing there, on the spot, watching her leave like a creep. He's about to turn around and scold himself when he sees her look back, soft smile still settled on her face and she looks at the ground again toward the path ahead of her.

Harvey watches until he can't see her anymore and finally turns around.

***

They spend way to much time in the library, Roz helps him with his English homework and every now and then he'll show her a drawing and she'll come up with stories for them.

"Okay so she's a zombie mom with a cookie cutter family and they all...murder people in order to give her food to survive!" Roz exclaims marveling at her own brilliance.

Harvey lightly shades a spot on the paper featuring the zombie mom and his expression becomes confused, "Isn't that a show on Netflix though? The Santa Clarita diet?"

"What? No. This is the peak of my creative brilliance is what it is. I'm insulted that you'd think I never take my job as your comic writer seriously." Roz says jokingly hurt.

"You keep stealing storylines and I just might have to fire you Roz." Harvey shrugs, light smile painted on his face as he looks down at his drawing.

"I- Wha, Susie! Is my story a rip off-" Roz starts addressing Susie on the couch a few feet from the table, reading her aunts journal.

"Yes your story is a rip off Santa Clarita diet, frankly I'm appalled. This is lazy writing at its finest." Susie says not once looking away from the book in front of her as she cut Roz off.

Roz indignantly has her mouth open in shock and Harvey laughs, it's a hearty sound she wouldn't mind hearing more often. It's almost as if it happens in slow motion, Harvey is looking at her and she can see his perfect smile, soft brown eyes and upturned lips smiling at her then she's sees those same eyes leave her and look to another pair but this one with a short blonde bob. "Hey guys." Sabrina smiles as she sits with them. Harvey's eyes shine and Roz's stomach flops.

***

"Harvey I swear on my nana if you pick a romantic comedy for movie night we're not friends anymore." Roz says, exasperated from her seat on Susie's couch, limbs flailing everywhere.

"Agreed, you've picked that genre for the past three Friday's in a row." Susie says in slight concern for her friends taste in movies, as she eats her milk duds from the recliner.

Harvey brings in the two bowls popcorn from the kitchen and smooshes himself between a sleeping Sabrina and an unbothered Roz, "Hey don't judge the superior movie genre selection that brought is us comedic gold like the proposal and couples retreat. They're classics!" He argues looking at Roz' impassive face then to Susie, and gives her a look that says back me up here. She gives one back, not fighting this one bud, good luck.

"I got news for you Harv." oh no Susie thinks, sinking back into the recliner, eating her milk duds awaiting the chaos.

"Rom coms, not better than Horror movies. Like at all," Roz says looking Harvey dead in the eye with her thick rimmed glasses and takes the bowl of popcorn right from his hands, his eyes widen at her statement.

Nope no turning back now, Susie thinks looking between them. She wonders when there gonna figure out this whole thing between them out, it's probably gonna a while, inwardly sighing.

"I'm gonna give you a minute to process what you just said and take that back." Harvey says awaiting her next words. Roz eats a kernel and replies with a confident "Nope." popping the p at the end for emphasis. Harvey nods and smiles a smile that promises mischief and makes his way toward her, "Harv what are you doing?" Roz cautiously says eating another kernel slowly.

Immediate giggles erupt from Roz as Harvey tickles her further into the couch and a lightly snoring Sabrina moves, both Harvey and Roz' heads turn to the sleeping girl, not wanting to disturb her.

"If she woke up that would've totally been your fault" Roz whispers to him, holding his forearms while his hands are still splayed on her hips, both still as to not incite the blonde to wake. "It would not" He whisper yells and their heads turn back to each other and they realize there current position and how close their faces are, Harvey can make out the almond shape of her eyes and Roz can still make out his laugh lines; she wants so badly to trace it but again she realizes where they are and clears her throat. They both look away, Harvey turns his face to Sabrina's sleeping form and says, "At least your not at Sabrina's level of love for horror movies, that would be horrible." His words just oozing fondness and affection at the sleeping girl.

"Yea, I know right." Roz says adjusting herself to the couch more, feeling a familiar swoop at the stomach.

Susie sits up setting the empty box of milk duds on the table, oh yeah were gonna have to wait years, she thinks growing tired at the thought.

***

There at their usual spot in the back table near the computers in the library, while Roz tries to decode the famous Sir Lancelot and Queen Genevieve poem to Harvey. Endless rows of books surround them and a shroud of papers compiled nicely on the edge of the hardwood brown table.

"So basically Tennyson is saying through the use of endless creative metaphors and personification that Lancelot and Genevieve would do anything for their love and each other even die." Roz sums up with finality looking to Harvey's bewildered expression. "Okay what do you not get?" She asks, a stray hair falls in front of her face as Harvey looks at her he has the strangest powerful urge to push it behind her ear. He quickly realizes that she awaiting his response, when her eyebrows raise, "I uh, Well I just think its about something different that's all." He responds, looking down toward the book.

"What do you mean?" Roz asks, curious on his outlook of the poem. "Well I just think its about finding love in whats in front of him, seeing what he has and giving everything, all of his being toward it and Genevieve receives it."

"So you think Its one sided?"

"I think Lancelot had a lot more to lose in having an affair with the kings wife, I'm saying maybe she was a little selfish."

"Wow your opinion is wrong." Roz says with an incredulous expression on her face, looking away from his gaze and back toward the book.

"What?" He asks in disbelief

"If anyone is being selfish its Lancelot, I mean sleeping with your best friends wife? Come on and he didn't even have to pay for being an adulterer and his "love" for Genevieve with his life you know who did though? Genevieve." Roz huffed.

Harvey looked at her then back down at his copy and started reading,

'She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd

The rein with dainty finger-tips,

A man had given all other bliss,

And all his worldly worth for this,

To waste his whole heart in one kiss

Upon her perfect lips.

There's a stillness after he reads it between them both, she keeps her eyes on her copy and feels as his turns from the page and makes its way up to her face, to met the tug of her gaze and feel the pull they've felt so many times before. Then he speaks, "Maybe its not about what they gave up and who did more wrong than the other but the way he remembered her before they took there last kiss and the way she embraced and accepted him for who he was when it was all said and done." Harvey breathes out, and nervousness crawls back up from his stomach, even though he'd never felt more at ease with Roz than he had with anyone else. The contradicting feelings clashed and their gazes locked again.

A ping sound went off, a notification was heard from the table and both their heads turn fast to the device, "Sorry Roz I forgot to turn it off." He admits with sheepish smile and looks down at the notification, he's never been so relieved to see that Tommy texted him a picture of the grocery list.

Harvey gets his things into his bag and looks down to his phone again careful to avoid the pit of those almond brown eyes that he could fall into, and he rapidly explains his departure, "Sorry I gotta leave but Tommy just sent me this grocery list and I need to get the stuff like now. For dinner and the week and everything. So bye." Harvey says all in one sentence and with a final wave, leaves a confounded Roz in his wake.

***

Sabrina and Harvey finally become official in the summer after sophomore year and there group has never been closer. They go to the movies, hang out at the library, the bookstore and do normal teenager things of course.

But it's the fact that there are no more secrets between them and everything is out in the open that brings them together. Roz is going blind but gaining the sight, her cunning, Susie is talking to her dead aunt, Harvey saw an actual demon and Sabrina is a witch. However nothing was ever be normal again especially after Roz was finally struck blind.

It happens in the woods when they're on there way to the mines to expel a demon ready to reign loose on the town. The colors of the leaves are just being turned back to green as winter spells it's last goodbye. The brown trails on the ground seem endless and the path toward the mine is covered in branches, "How much longer till we get there?" Susie heaves, chalking this up to bring the only exercise she'll be doing for the year.

"Susie we've been to the mines, how do you not know where we are?" Roz breathes out as they trek through the leaves at a fast pace.

"It's probably the physical exhaustion talking, don't worry we're almost there Susie." Sabrina replies leading her friends, holding Harvey's hand as he trails next to her.

They approach an array of yellow and red signs telling them to keep out, they're at the entrance of the mine. Sabrina looks up to Harvey squeezing his hand. Roz looks at Harvey's empty expression knowing that he's thinking of his brother, he's already lost so much she thinks with a sorrowful expression. Harvey looks away from the cursed entrance and kisses Sabrina's forehead as Roz and Susie gather there bearings and make there way to them.

"I'm so not doing P.E on Monday." Roz curses and Susie breathes in agreement.

They huddle together as Sabrina goes over the plan, "Okay guys so we all stick together, we all know the mine is a maze and this could very well be where the demon is and conveniently where we need to trap it so there's no means to escape." Harvey takes a deep breath and nods

along with the other morals.

"He's going to want to separate us so we're easier to manipulate, he's going to whisper certain truths to your mind but you have to ignore it so we can find him and trap him. Susie I'm gonna need you to keep a look out side the mine in case anyone else comes, Roz I'm gonna need you to touch this inscription to find out where he might be in there and Harvey," Sabrina breathes out, "just stay safe and keep next to me okay?"

He pecks her lightly on the lips, "You got it 'brina." Sabrina smiles at him, and Roz focuses her eyes on the rocks below her.

Sabrina levitates the rocks out of there path as the three of them make there way toward the core of the maze. Roz trails behind the pair, still holding hands and holding up flashlights in their other hands. Are you lost blind girl? A grim scratchy voice echoes out in her mind. "Did you guys hear that?" Roz says.

"Hear what?" Harvey replies turning toward Ros.

"Never mind."

Never mind that your in love with your best friends boyfriend, how pathetic. Roz eyes widen at the raspy scathing voice and suddenly the light of her flashlight gets dimmer and the vision of Sabrina and Harvey in front of her gets blurred.

"Remember Roz we have to ignore the voice it's just trying to manipulate us to let it out." Sabrina cautions.

"Right" Roz breathes out in confusion as her eyes begin to blur out the brown of Harvey's hair, the blue of his jacket and the white light of Sabrina's flashlight.

"Uhh guys I think I'm starting to lose my sight now, I can't see oh my God." Roz says breathing hard now, she can't hear their foot steps anymore. "Guys?!" She yells out.

Roz feels wet tears fall from her eyes, as she whips her head around frantically trying to adjust to seeing nothing in any direction.

Useless, you couldn't even follow your friends and lead them the right way

The voice returns and rings back in her head like a song, she tries to cover her ears and block the sound.

She's gonna hate you when she finds out you know, the witch. She will find out and she'll leave just like your mother and your grandmother did.

The voice brings Roz to her knees as she cries out in full on sobs. The demon is right she's gonna hate me, they all are. They're gonna leave me. She feels the weight of her glasses on her face, they're useless to her now. Just like I'am, useless.

"Roz?" She hears his voice clear ring out before her. Harvey kneels in front of her to see if she's okay as she looks up to follow the sound of his voice. "Roz..your eyes.." he says rooted in the spot at the sight of her, the soft brown he always knew becoming a startling gray .

"I know, I can't see!" She exclaims frantically. The tears roll out once again,and make there way down her cheeks.

You can't see him anymore and you never will again. You'll never see anyone you love again.

Rosalind cried out loud sobs at the insistent demonic voice, "I can't see you." She cries out.

Harvey's heart breaks at the sight of her and hearing her cries, they have to get out of here. "Look Ros, brina found a way out of here, you've been trapped here for three hours okay-"

Roz looks up from her hands and sniffles, "What? no, that's impossible I just lost track of you guys." Her breathing becomes labored again, in out , in out.

No one can save you Rosalind Walker, no one will care.

Roz' eyes shut tightly.

"No Roz listen to me," Harvey says his hands now intertwining with hers, anchoring her to his words "We found the demon and trapped it, it's just all in your head, okay? You got lost, so I came to get you and Sabrina gave me this red yarn so we can get back." He breathes out to her hoping to everything they can make it out of this.

"I need you to slow down your breathing okay? In. Out." Harvey eyes frantically watch over her face trying to calm her breathing.

Roz's greys still in his direction and they shut as she breathes, in. Out.

I'll keep you here with me where you belong, forever. The voice picks at her mind and reverbs.

"Roz..hey, you with me?" Harvey asks his breath fanning across her face, she startles at the proximity and his voice. "Do you still hear it's voice?" He asks brows furrowed, suspecting the reason for there self imposed captivity.

He will never love you the way he does the witch

More unwilling tears roll out, as Roz faces the ground and lets out a meek, "Yes" in response.

"Hey Roz just focus on my voice, just me." Soft yet calloused hands cup her wet cheeks, the red string rests on the right side of her face, tied around his index finger, she holds her breath. She wishes so badly more than ever she could see him. Read the look in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, his laugh lines. Roz wishes so badly she could see him and is at the same time, more than grateful she can no longer see what she can't have.

A beat passes and they breathe together, Harvey feels a tug on his heart and a warmth that burns from his chest to his stomach, it spreads like a wildfire. Then he feels a tug on his hand, more specifically his index finger. Sabrina his mind rings out, putting out the fire in his chest with a swift feeling of guilt taking over his gut. Sabrina had pulled on the yarn signaling the time they had left.

Harvey drops his hands from her face and pulls Roz up, and tugs on her left hand and leads them back out following the string. Roz's heart skipping a beat and feeling heavy with every passing step and turn.

They make it out of the cave and the smell of Sabrina's citrus shampoo wakes her from her spell when her best friend takes her in to her arms. The seemingly endless stream of tears roll down her face once again and her eyes shut close breathing in the scent of her. Sabrina her best friend since she was 6, was embracing her like she was her life line right after she almost kissed her boyfriend. "Its okay, Your okay, You made it out, You did it." She hears Sabrina's voice whisper and Ros feels her eyes shut tighter holding her friend for dear life.

Roz feels Susie's small arms wrap around then both, and a sad smile rests on her face. She feels Harvey's eyes on her like a ray of light, she can't see it but knows the weight of his gaze, right down to the bone, it makes her shiver, must be my cunning, Roz thinks, she hopes.

When they finally let go, and Susie asks her for the millionth time if she's really okay, Roz hears Sabrina swarm Harvey with deep kisses, the rustling of fabric and smacking of lips the main indicator. Roz's eyes find their way downward when she feels Harvey's gaze again, with Sabrina in his arms, it's almost as if the wind whispers with his eyes. A phrase finds it's way between them again,

I'm sorry.

***

"So you can see the future right?"

"Well not exclusively, sometimes things from the the past and things happening around me now that I wouldn't know about if I didn't have the cunning." Roz tells Harvey, as the sunlight glistens into his room through the cracks of the dark curtains. It's a regular Sunday morning, they had to study for an English test, a break was needed and here she was adjusting the crossed position of her leg on his bed feeling it fall asleep as he absorbs the information. Harvey's across from her on his bed, mirroring her position.

"I wanna know about my future. And I know based on what you just told me that might not be what you see, but I still wanna know." He tells her, eyes alight with a renewed hope.

Roz face contorts to one of caution, " I don't know Harvey, I mean I think letting people know they're future is kind of dangerous don't you think?"

Harvey thinks about it for a second, "Okay so how about this if you think it's something I think I can live without knowing, don't tell me." Roz snorts at his request.

"That's so general how will I know what to tell you?" She exclaims crossing her arms.

"Something I can live with out knowing Roz, hello if I die! Duh." Harvey responds, stating the obvious. He notices her persistent hesitance, "Look you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable." He says in a gentle voice.

"It's not that I just hadn't...thought about you dying is all." She says with a frown on her face.

"I was only kidding Roz, I'm only asking you because I trust you." She can feel his eyes on her again burning through her greys, shame I'll never get to see them Susie always mentions how hot they are. Roz mulls it over in her head again, the pros and cons and ultimately, "I'll do it." She nods before she can talk her self out of it.

"Really? Okay so what do you have to do? Touch me, right? Be careful Roz, I'm spoken for." Harvey says with a playful smirk.

"Famous last words Kinkle, watch it." Roz replies just about sick of him, she imagines the sunlight bounces of his brown hair and how his smile is probably that much brighter because of it and shes just about sick of that too.

She adjusts her legs again and tries to get comfortable, she takes his hand and takes a deep breath, Harvey's even closed his eyes for good measure, "Okay I'm seeing something." She says in a serious tone.

Harveys eyes pop open and he exclaims in excitement, "What?!"

Roz's eyes are still closed and her eye brows furrow, "I see...a bright light...fog...water and oh my- Harvey!"

"What?! What do you see Roz." He says grip on her hand tightening, "I see...aliens! There comin-" she's tackled by Harvey and her giggles interrupt her false proclaims.

"Aliens really Roz?" Harvey says as he sits up a soft smile resting on his features. He pokes her face until she answers, "Really?!"

Roz' giggles don't cease even when she speaks, "That's for the comment." She breathes out, readying her body for an actual reading "Okay, I'm ready to actually tell you now, sorry" Roz says reaching out her hand.

"No your not" Harvey says indignantly taking her hand with a false sour expression, Roz feels her face light up with a warm smile. "Your right I'm not." She takes a deep breath, in. Out, brushing off the memory of the soft hand on her face in the mines, she takes his hand.

"How do you know it's gonna be a girl?" Roz hears a voice echoing in her mind, it's mature and familiar. The view gets easier to see the more she focuses. There's two people sitting on a couch, a woman and a man. She's pregnant.

"Because I just know." He responds, Roz can see his face clearer now, it's Harvey. He's wearing a blue collared shirt and jeans, his brown hair is cut short and he has facial hair; scruff. He reaches out to touch the woman very pregnant stomach.

"So you had Sabrina give Ambrose a call and do his witchy pregnancy gender test thing." Roz realizes why the voice sounds so familiar it's her, Staring at her own future. What the-

"Yep. I mean no-" Harvey sighs as Roz gives him a look, "Okay so I did but I really wanted to know, I couldn't wait until after the baby was born."

"Uh yeah you could've then it would've been like we'd agreed." Roz hears her self say as she pouts at him.

"Come on babe when have we ever done something according to plan?" Harvey pouts back and they meet in the middle faces inches apart.

Roz hears herself sigh somehow in content and exasperation, "You're lucky your cute." She says and their lips finally meet, it's a sweet slow kiss, she feels she's intruding on something even though it's her.

Harvey cups her face as their lips part and looks at her like she's his world as his other hand finds her stomach, Roz looks at her self smiling so big, she doesn't even remember the last time she smiled like that and her heart feels heavy.

"No more calling Sabrina for this type of stuff okay, she's high priestess now. She doesn't have time to make pregnancy house calls." Roz says putting her pointer finger to Harvey's chest making her case known. His hands go up in surrender "okay okay. Just as long as you don't go texting Susie every time the baby kicks, she's on her book tour. She doesn't need he distraction."

"What? I don't do it everytime , I mean-" now Harvey gives her a look and he laughs at his wife's shocked expression, her diamond ring glistens in the sun as he takes her hand. "Honey she told me to tell you to slow down a little bit with the baby talk, you can still talk to her about it, absolutely. But your kinda driving her crazy. Please don't kill me." He says with a flinch proceeding with caution not wanting to test his wife's mood swings.

Roz watches herself look away from her husband in shock, still holding his hand, "well at least I got yo- woah she's eager in there." Roz suddenly feels a fluttering in her stomach and she touches the flat surface, she looks back up at the future version of her. Her and Harvey cooing at their future child, hands interlocked at the stomach.

Roz gasps, opening her eyes, waiting to hear Harvey's voice, "Roz you okay? What happened? What did you see?" He asks as she breathes deeply, wanting more than anything to see those soft brown eyes again, but I guess those eyes are gonna spend the rest of their life looking at me, Roz thinks taken back by the outcome.

She feels Harvey's hesitance to touch her again and his concern so he turns her face toward him, "What happened?"

Roz finds herself smiling, there maybe a million obstacles between them now but shes not going to add one by risking it not happening in telling him what she saw so she leaves it at, "Just something you can live without." She says as she leaves his room.

A beat passes and he jogs behind her trailing to catch up. "What the hell does that mean?"

If only you knew Harvey Kinkle, if only you knew.

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it's theory anon,hi!!how are YOU?i'm really good rn thanks:)) thank you for your kindness again,i'm really happy i could somehow help to help you feel even a tiny bit better and hope you're doing well now,too(and it's ok to not rest on your day off but it's also ok to do so if that's what you feel is right for you atm!).about the mf(ilm), i thought the same thing, it felt like a parallel universe type of story!i also really love plotlines about friendship, (again cont.i'll try to be briefer!)

(i’m so sorry i wrote a rly long reply so i’m gonna put this under read more !!)

2. friendship is beautiful and i feel oftentimes underappreciated(but not mx!there they go again being amazing) so i love the concept. personally i like not knowing what exactly the producers were thinking because having my own interpretation of something and seeing other ppl have their own fills me with wonder,like,that's art!so many people think so many different things and no one's wrong i love it!!your thoughts about them appreciating everything they've done so far,you're absolutely right(cont) 3. i hope they are able to bc everything's so hectic for the.i get lost just looking at their official schedule,i don't know how they do it but i also hope they are aware of all these things bc those are all mindblowingly huge accomplishments in my opinion and i just want them to feel like their hard work is worth it,yknow?(is this comprehensible?)and i know they feel pressure because as you said the business is nasty but yea i hope at the end of the day they can feel like (cont.???again 4. everything they've put so much of themselves into is worth it,i love their energy and fierce determination and i just don't want them to lose it but maybe as you said feel less pressured..but then the only way would realistically be to make sure they get awarded in the Real World so we're all doing our best in the system&hating it as you said:/ they just mean so much to so many people i want them to feel that too!i try to contain myself but here i go again! sorry it's so long AND i have more(con 5. also!thank you for your big reply and sharing your thoughts i mostly just agreed with (but you're right so what else can i do),i don't have mbb friends to vent to and fanperson(is there a gender neutral term for fanboy/fangirl?) over mx with and this is really nice and fulfilling(again,if i'm boring you,you can just delete the messages and not reply!) so THANKS!it's great to strive to be a better person but i feel like one(you) should also acknowledge the good things they're already doing(cont?) 6. you showed such pure kindness and really melted someone's(my) heart and that's a Big Deal!djkghddgwe can agree that we both inspired each other :') also please i feel like you're such a wonderful soul and you really deserve every bit of gratitude and appreciation i managed to express(i feel a lot moreprobably) so!yeah!reminder that you're lovely and deserve to be appreciated and i'm also very,very happy you're here!you made my day brighter for the 2nd time now wow!thanks! i hope you and(cont.:() 7. your gorgeous heart are taking good care and enjoying your day/night! and this cb!i really like it i haven't had time to listen to the entire album but jealousy!is a bop honestly it's my type of jam and the choreo is stunning and so are their voices!iwas so skeptical about the lyrics(they could've been like hero or stuck and those made me a bit >:/ honestly) but i really should've known they wouldn't fail me in any way ever!i can't wait to hear the rest of the songs i hope you enjoy them too!bye

hi theory anon, it's nice to hear from u again ! firstly, i am so sorry for the slow reply to this ! but im rly glad to know that u are doing good :-) i'm doing ok too thank u !! how are u ? kfjjfdsjfdf sorry that u had to read my tags but thank u for saying that !! i just feel so guilty when i do nothing bc im absolutely terrified of time passing too quickly ? just the thought of letting a few minutes go to waste is overwhelming ? even though i know it's not rational to think like this but ??? theres just this constant feeling that im running out of time so i try to get rid of it by always doing smth ?? and feel bad when i dont ? idk ?? but anyway im working on it and ill be ok ! sorry..not to be dramatic and tmi and all that kjdfdj istg this blog gives me too much freedom to say...too much :( (hope the internet folks that collect metadata never read the garbage i write bc..yikes they aren't gonna hav the best time) anyway..yea. what a paragraph to start off this reply :( sorry for the honesty and saying so much all the time btw :( not that being honest is necessarily a bad thing but ! idk every time i write smth i suddenly feel extra self conscious and feel like deleting it bc im rly embarrassed and always end up having big regret later when i reread anything ive typed up !! but i just keep writing them anyway bc...idk ?? i'd rly hate it if someone got discouraged from sharing their thoughts/worries/feelings which i think is a rly important human thing :( so yea im rly embarrassed w anything i write but i'll keep doing it anyway bc i'm all for that kind of stuff and sometimes i know its not easy and it takes someone a lot to share that and its a good thing and i dont ever want anyone to feel discouraged from doing that ! anyway i just felt like i rly needed to say all of this..but pls dont feel obliged to reply to this mess !! anyway back to mx ! you are right :( i also hope mx feel like what they've done is worth smth w/e their definition or standard of that is :( like.. all of the hard work they've put into being mx it certainly means so much to fans but i hope all the hard work they've put into being mx also means smth to them at the end of the day and they are happy w what they're doing and what they've achieved so far :( and yes we'd love mx to always be rewarded in the real world :( though we love them and we want to get them a win, i know that everyone has their commitments, means and different circumstances and we can only do so much :( but even if u think its just a small contribution, everything adds up and counts and i know that all mbb hav contributed in some way in helping them get another win for this cb ! there are some mbb who can't buy albums or streaming passes and things and i hope they don't feel bad for this :( even if all you can do is watch the mv once or twice, even if you could only vote, i hope you know that it all counts and matters !! abt mx's schedule, i get tired just by looking at their weekly one idk how they can even put up w it all ?? after this they'll hav their japanese album and things and then they'll have their concerts and on top of all that apparently [some of them are also studying] ????? they are so hardworking :( HOW do they do it !! just..thinking abt their schedule is overwhelming !!! also pls dont think that you're boring me or anything like that :( im so thankful for any msg i receive and the fact that u actually took the time to type out smth to send to me ?? im so grateful ?? u are never boring !! honestly even if u sent me a stainless steel dishwasher manual w the page length of like..23 bibles, i'd still love u for it and i'd prob read all of it :( btw thank u sm for saying all those kind things !!! receiving kindness for the 3rd time is rly !!!!!!! and once again i've done nothing to deserve it :( i dont even know what i can say to you that will ever be enough to thank u again or to top what u hav already said ! if there was like a...maslows hierarchy of kindness of smth, ur at the very top of that triangle and anything i say will never be as kind as what you have said !! for you, i can agree that we both inspired each other :-) but really thank u so much from the bottom of my heart :( i hope you know how kind and lovely u are too ! if nobody told u this today, i wanted to say that im rly grateful to know u and i'm happy that you're here !! thank u again for being so kind and thoughtful and for making me smile !! :( same, i havent properly listened to the whole album either bc ive just been letting it stream in the background (but i dont count that as a proper listen unless i listen w headphones tbh) ill give it a good listen one day ! also im a repeat 1 kind of garbage person until i feel the need to listen to a new song ?? and rn jealousy to me is a song that gets better w every listen ??? shes too powerful atm :( one day ill listen to another song but today is not that day ! Actually.....I think jealousy is my fav mx song ???? before this cb i didnt hav a fav bc i couldnt pick the song i liked most out of blue moon/blind/fighter/incomparable. i was just gonna base it off the one w the most play count out of those 4 but now i know its jealousy ! what are ur fav mx songs ?? btw i know im always saying that anything mx releases is always a masterpiece no matter what, but in all seriousness its ok if u didn't like smth they released. i don't think it makes u any less of a mbb if u didn't enjoy a certain release or if u only liked one aspect of a thing but not so much the rest of the thing. anyway not to sound so...stale and commonplace but for lack of a better word/sentence, at the end of the day your own reactions and feelings to a piece of art like music...it's all just subjective isnt it ?? not liking that thing doesnt mean that its not a masterpiece or its any less of a masterpiece to someone else either so !! it's ok !! anyway this is rly....ive written a lot and its all over the place and incoherent probably :( i'm sorry !! feel free to reply whenever u feel like it, or no pressure on never replying at all btw ! also feel free to disagree w anything i say ! thank u sm for talking to me abt mx bc ive also got no mbb friends so !!! thank you :( theres so many times where i rly want to start a conversation w someone but im too scared and also i've got no clue abt how to initiate conversation ! and the times when i do manage to...i get stuck on how to keep the conversation going ? but when i figure smth out then im coming for u @ friendship !! i hope u had a good weekend and that you got some rest and that ur doing ok wherever u are !! until next time, take care ❤️❤️❤️

#how did i..even end up writing so much im so sorry :-(#and sorry that this is all over the place !!#i hope i didn't go on too much of a tangent :(#ask #theory anon #Anonymous

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phynxrizng · 7 years ago

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GOOD MORNING... WELCOME MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, TO THE CIRCLE OF LOVE AND LIGHT... I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A,GREAT WEEK, MY WEEK WAS BUSY AND FILLED WITH WORRY FOR A FAMILY MEMBER, THIS WEEK THE MAN IN WASHINGTON, PROVED THAT IF YOU ARENT LILLY WHITE, YOU'RE NOT WANTED HERE, WE HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER WHO'S FROM EL SALVADOR, AND IS ONE OF THOSE TARGETED BY THIS RACIST MONSTER. OUR COUNTRY USED TO REPRESENT A BETTER LIFE FOR THOSE IN COUNTRIES THAT WERE DANGEROUS, THEY CAME HERE TO EXPERIENCE THE AMERICAN DREAM, MY OWN FAMILY WERE IMMIGRANTS, MANY OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE GONE ON TO DO GREAT THINGS, BUT IF THE RACIST THAT NOW LEADS THIS COUNTRY HAS HIS WAY, OUR COUNTRY IS GOING TO BE NO BETTER THAN NAZI GERMANY, ONE WILL NEVER KNOW WHEN ICE WILL BE BANGING DOWN THEIR DOORS, SNATCHING LOVED ONES, BECAUSE THEY ARE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES, OUR COUNTRY WAS BUILT BY IMMIGRANTS, EVEN THE ORIGINAL SETTLERS OF THIS COUNTRY, WERE IMMIGRANTS. SOON, HE'LL GO ON TO TELLING US HOW WE WORSHIP, SLOWLY OUR RIGHTS THAT OUR FOREFATHERS FOUGHT BLED AND DIED FOR ARE BEING STRIPPED AWAY, OUR ONCE GREAT COUNTRY IS NOW NOT SO GREAT WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD, WE HAVE A MENTALLY JUVENILE PERSON WHO'S ONLY CLAIM TO FAME IS NAME CALLING, AND STONE THROWING. .. WE AS A PEOPLE NEED TO BAN TOGETHER, AND WRITE TO OUR ELECTED OFFICIALS AND LET THEM KNOW WE OPPOSE WHATS BEING DONE, THAT THOSE FROM LATIN COUNTRIES, AND OTHER COUNTRIES ARE GOOD PEOPLE, WHO DESERVE A CHANCE AT A BETTER LIFE... HIS ARGUMENT IS THEY TAKE OUR JOBS, BUT THESE PEOPLE TAKE JOBS THAT MOST LILLY WHITE AMERICANS WONT DO, AND THEY WORK HARD AND FOR LESS PAY, I PERSONALLY KNOW SOMEONE WHO TOOK A JOB GOING THROUGH THE GARBAGE AT THE CASINO, SORTING IT, AND WAS PAID MINIMUM WAGE, THIS PERSON HOLDS SEVERAL DEGREES IN THEIR COUNTRY, BUT HAS BEEN REDUCED TO SORTING TRASH! SO PLEASE, DONT GIVE ME THE CRAP OF THESE PEOPLE TAKE OUR JOBS ! OK, HAVE A GREAT DAY EVERYONE... IN LOVE AND LIGHT... PHYNXRIZNG

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BUT TO BE EXTRA festive yes of course dhjsshs ur so ucte i love u falen id die for u

why i followed you: falen ur right...... i followed u bc u reblogged my looking for ppl 2 follow post and ,, im pretty sure i thought u were my soulmate LMAO u liked hq and pkmn and i was fucking sold! smash that follow button also ur about was the hardest thing to read in my whole 14(15? when was it) years of living thanks love the aes hate the colourbhjmdmjdhbdhsjust kidding i love you its better now though queen of change omg going off tangent idk what being linear lines are nayway dude... our first conversation was bc of pkmn u were playing omega ruby i think?????? idk what i asked my clearly u said smth that blew my mind omg rememebr whne you were end of the world triple d wtf..... and then we talked about before you exit waht the fukc ! its been so long since then?? has it been like ... idk i made that post in june last last year so like.. 2 years??? has it been two years or did i make it last year wtf eitehr way a year has passed can u believe i cant 2017 is enidng??!!?!???! this is garbage im full of garbade im glad tldr i followed u bc we’re soulmates :D

what i like most about you: HUHUHUHUUHUHU I ALWAYS SAY THIS BUT I LOVE HOW POSITIVE YOU ARE !!! AND HOW!!!!!! HOW MUCH YOU THINK OF OTHERS AND HOW!!! why did i suddenly forget wtf fuck my life hold on ujmmdjhsshshhdhhj youre just?? always looking out for others yes and also!!!!!!!!!!!! i know youve gone through/are going through tough times but i absolutely respect and lOve the way you never fail to make others happy too also ur tags are always filled with love and compliments and i jjust want 2 say im proud of you for cutting the people who were 2 negative out of ur live queen of scissors snip snip ! you kno smth i love is that whenever theres a reminder/positivity post youll always rb it to all three of ur blogs bc the ppl who follow u r all different on those 3 blogs ur always looking out 4 others and im also so happi to see u releasing the inner bad thoughts despite ur positivity this sounds wrong but like... i love it duality of man thank u for always venting to me and u know u can always do it okay because im fine with seeing the bad stuff and its good 2 let loose!!!! i love you youve worked hard this year and im so glad youre taking things into your own hands and ive watched you grow more confident im sosososo happy thank you for being my friend up till now i know our friendship wont last forever but the moments we have together now are Worth it also ur the first person 2 wish me although not officially and the fact that u sent it so early worms my heart also !!!! ur fucking funny dont let anyone (even urslelf) tell u otherwise bc i love love chatting with u plus u dont have 2 b funny 2 be lovable i kno this bc i fucking love u!

i hope u have a good rest of the night id die for u falen sleep well

mutuals send me ‘🎁’ for a compliment or send me ‘🎄’ for why i followed you / what i like most about you!

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samtheflamingomain · 7 years ago

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welcome to death note, where the plot makes no sense and the rules don’t matter

Unless you've been living under a rock the past few months, you're aware that there's a live-action American Death Note movie on Netflix.

I wasn't going to watch it because I knew it would be bad and I am a MASSIVE DN fan. I didn't want it to ruin one of my favourite things.

While I wouldn't say it did that, I will say that it was, without exaggeration, the worst screen adaptation of anything I've ever seen.

I went in with low expectations and knowing they'd have to change the plot around to fit into 90 minutes. The bar was so low and yet they managed to disappoint me at every turn.

So let's get into the details. Spoilers ahead, but who cares this movie is garbage.

I'll break it down into several aspects: acting and characterization, pacing and plot, visuals and sound, and finally, the sheer amount of nonsense and bullshit this film vomited into my face.

Okay. I hated every single character's personality. NONE of the characters were even remotely similar to the characters in the manga/anime. Light is a stupid, naive teenager who thinks with his dick. Mi(s)a is a sociopathic, manipulative cunt, Light's father is EXTREMELY stupid, Ryuk is not a neutral character (which is extremely important), and, finally, L. Oh, lord, L.

L is a cold, detached, calculating super genius detective. In the original. In the movie, he's a ballsy, irrational, emotional mess who somehow knows how to drive and wield a gun - unthinkable of OG L.

And to touch briefly on the acting: Nat Wolff is the only one I really have a problem with. He wears a constant look of confusion the whole movie and acts like a troubled child, not like a fucking serial killer.

Now, to your immense surprise, there is one character that I found was nearly spot-on: Watari.

And finally, the movie lacked in sheer number of characters. The ones I listed are, quite literally, the only ones in the film who speak. I get it, they didn't have time to do the Near, Mello, Takada, or Mikami plots. But I guarentee this movie would've greatly benefited from a Matsuda character, a Rem character, and Light's mother and sister.

Onto pacing and plot.

Again, I know they only had 90 minutes, but within the first ten minutes, Light has the notebook and hooks up with someone he barely knows (Mia), shows her the notebook, and they’re instantly dating and having some creepy murder sex. Within the first 30 minutes, nearly everyone knows Light is Kira.

Now to the main problems with the plot itself: there is no reason to give Light more motive to become a killer. It's his personality and his worldly outlook that causes him to take up killing. In the movie, they sloppily throw in some bullshit about his mom being killed, but they don't make that the actual motivation for killing. How do we know this? Well...

In the movie, his first kill is a bully at school (something OG Light was smart enough to realize is fucking stupid) and when told to add a cause of death, he immediately jumps to "decapitation" - revealing instantly that he's a sick fuck. Sure, bullies suck, but do they deserve to be fucking decapitated? Light Yagami only killed actual criminals (until he has to kill people investigating him).

This might seem petty, but it's actually super important: Ryuk shows up before Light kills anyone. In the original, Light needed no prodding from a Death God to begin his murder spree. In the movie, it's Ryuk that goads him into his quest. This goes back to the fact that Ryuk is supposed to be neutral. It takes away Light's agency and makes it feel like Ryuk is controlling him.

L makes WAY too many guesses with little logic or evidence. It takes a lot longer for L to deduce Light is Kira in the original. Movie L makes some very uncharacteristic leaps of logic just for the sake of driving the movie on.

There's a scene pretty early on that mimics a similar scene in the original with Light and L sitting in a diner together. In the original, it’s not super important. Movie version involved L outright accusing him of being Kira on flimsy-at-best evidence, and then, in what might be the worst event in the movie, Light readily admits to being Kira and taunts him about not knowing how he kills.

After some bullshit about Light mind-controlling Watari (more on that later) to try and get L's name and Watari dies, L goes on a destructive car/foot chase with Light. In the original, it's important for L to figure out how Kira kills before killing him. This movie L doesn't seem to care about anything but revenge and being proven right.

I keep saying this, but another horribly-written thing happens that might be the worst part: L has Light cornered with a gun on him and someone randomly comes and knocks L over the back of the head, the very epitome of a Deus Ex Machina.

Then we get to the climax, which is an extremely long scene where Light and Mia hijack the Seattle ferris wheel, take it to the top and fight over who should own the book. They've both written each others' names down and the pages need to be burned by midnight if they want to live (groan, unnecessary race-against-time). They spend a good 5 minutes dangling from the wheel when RYUK causes it to collapse; something OG Ryuk would have NEVER EVER DONE, because, as the movie fails to explain, Ryuk’s motivation is supposed to be boredom. I’ll touch more on why this happens in a bit. Mia falls to her death, Light falls into the water, into a coma, and wakes up two days later.

Okay, now I do have to give the movie a bit of credit here: it seems at first like a bunch of ridiculous coincidences that lead to Light outliving Mia. Turns out he saw all this coming (somehow) and had quickly used the book to ensure that: the wheel collapses, Mia falls from the wheel and dies, the page with his name is burned so he will live, that he's rescued from the water after his fall, that he's in a coma but murders continue via a random criminal writing in the book before delivering it back to Light just as he wakes from the coma. I'll pick this part apart in a minute because there is just so much wrong with this sequence of events that I can’t even.

And finally, the ending, if you can call it that. The writers were VERY clearly trying to be clever and leave us with a cliffhanger.

L is "proven wrong" about Light being Kira because the murders continued while he was in a coma, and is supposed to go back to Japan, before he suddenly remembers that Mia has a page of the book at her house. He gets there and finds the page she used to kill invesigators behind Light's back. The movie ends with L, shaking in uncharacteristic anger, about to write Light's name. Fade to black.

Finally, one last thought on the plot before I touch on other elements: this is a terrible adaptation, but an even worse movie. As a stand-alone movie, viewers new to Death Note would no doubtedly leave feeling confused and like nothing important was said in the movie. It does nothing to touch on the ambiguity of Kira's actions vs. L's. It has no underlying takeaway besides "Hey look at this cool book!"

Okay, quick thoughts on visuals and sound. Visuals are great (minus whatever bullshit paper mache project that is Ryuk). They dont' shy away from gruesome depictions of murders. I'd cite the incredible series of events that lead to Kenny being decapitated as the best example.

Hated the audio. Random songs start playing where score would've been better.

Okay, now onto the nitty-gritty details that make this movie absolutely fall apart.

Most of them are to do with the mechanics of how the Death Note is supposed to work. The original only has one page of rules and no names in it yet. Movie Book has pages and pages of rules and names filled in. There are rules that don't exist in the original (like the burning of the page to save the life of the victim, the fact that Mia can't see Ryuk after touching the note*, and most deplorably, the rule about "must be physically possible" being shattered into pieces at every turn.

*When Light first shows Mia the book and has her touch it, he assumes she’ll be able to see Ryuk WITH NO REASON TO BELIEVE THIS. In the original, Ryuk has to tell Light about this rule. In the movie, Light GUESSES that that’s how it works. And he’s wrong: unlike the original where Mia would’ve seen Ryuk, Ryuk claims in the movie that only the owner of the book can see him - super convenient for Light, who walks around school with the book in full view.

But there's a lot of other bullshit that ruins this monstrosity. There's a turning point in the movie where Mia tries to convince Light to kill his own father. The prompting event doesn't happen in the original, but I have no doubt that OG Light would've killed him without hesitation, as he outright says in the original. Because OG Light would be smart enough to know that leaving his father alive in that situation would immediately implicate him.

Here's one of the worst offenses (again, I know): Light writes the name "Watari" in the book. And it works. Watari is not his real name, and even if it were, who only has one name?

L does the whole "taunting Kira to kill him on TV" as in the original, but this event leads him to the conclusion that Light needs a name and a face - something that makes absolutely no sense for him to instantly know after one test.

Now, about the ending sequence at the ferris wheel and the hospital. The police are chasing Light and Mia, the two threaten the wheel's operator with a gun to take them up. And then he's later "officially" exonerated because the murders continued while he was in a coma, but because Light killed his mother's killer, his father "knows” he's Kira, which, of course, Light admits. If he's "officially" not Kira, why did he run from the cops and hijack a ferris wheel? L knows the power of killing can be transferred to another, yet doesn't explain this fact to anyone when the killings continue during Light’s coma.

And the biggest shitshow of nonsense? The way Light kills Mia and ensures he lives and ends up with the book again. Waaay too much of it is contingent on luck, along with some great rule-breaking.

Light writes: Mia takes the book, the wheel collapses, she falls to her demise, and the page with his name on it is burned. That's not how it works. There cannot be a passive action in a Death Note murder. He would've had to write: Mia takes the book, burns Light's page, then falls to her demise.

He also writes that he himself falls but goes into a coma, set to wake up in two days. Also impossible. You can't create a sequence of events that affect someone other than the murder victim. And you especially can’t use it to (directly) save someone’s life.

Essentially, Light is writing things he'd like to happen in the book. It's a Death Note, not a Life Note, and certainly not a Wish Note.

He also writes that criminal number one retrieves him from the water and revives him. The criminal would have to know there's a kid in the water, where he is, and how to revive him. Possible, but not foolproof because of the "physically possible" rule. If dude didn't know CPR, Light would've died.

Then, he has criminal number two retrieve the Death Note and continue writing names in the book for the two days he's in the coma, and then return it to him in the hospital. This is less about "physically possible" and more about somehow being able to brainwash him. The events leading up to his death have to be something he could conceiveably do on his own. See also: the brainwashing of Watari.

Let me explain a bit more: in the original, Light experiments with the "physically possible" rule. In one test he writes: (criminal) draws a perfect likeness of L's face on his prison wall before dying. This isn't physically possible because the criminal doesn't know what L looks like, so it's inconcievable that he could, under any circumstance, draw L's face.

Similarly, there's no way that Watari would think of going back to the orphanage to get L's real name, nor is there a conceivable way that a criminal would think to go to Light's specific hospital room and leave him the book. It has to be something they could potentially think of themselves.

Now, I know these are a lot of extremely fine details, but to people who know how the book is supposed to work, it all looks messy and contrived.

Finally, let me leave you with one last gripe/thought. Death Note is an IP originating from Japan. I get that it's a purposely American adaptation meant for American audiences, but something in the movie happens that kind of pissed me off:

Light chooses the name Kira (instead of his fans choosing the name) largely because it means "killer" in Japan, then decides to try and throw people off his scent by focusing his murders in Japan. I have no doubt that this was meant to be a nod to its Japanese origins, but it comes off as... kind of like kicking the original when it's already down. You're taking a Japanese IP, taking it to America, then using Japan as a scapegoat for American Light. Maybe it's just me, but it really made me think, "Haven't they suffered enough just by the fact that this movie exists?"

I'm sure there's a bunch of stuff I've missed due to repressing the memory of ever seeing this terrible movie, but those are my major (and minor) problems with it.

Don't see it. It's bad.

And DEAR GOD, PLEASE DON'T MAKE A SEQUEL.

Stay Greater.

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michaelreaderreblog · 8 years ago

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My truemate pt3

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“I know right, this is so good. Awesome stake since well ever” Dean says looking to you.

“No not that, I mean yeah the food is awesome but I just realized something” You look up from your plate of food right in front of you to look at both of your brothers with an expression that they couldnt even read.

“Ok whats wrong?” Dean asks with a mouth full of food.

“Gross dude finish eating all of your food geez” Sam says looking to Dean with a grossed out look on his face.

“Michael” Is all that you could say while trying to explain more but couldnt go on with the feeling you have within the pit of your stomach.

“What about him?” He says after finally swallowing his food. Again nothing comes out of your mouth once you are about to say something nothing comes out, Sam looks to you with a smile spread across his face.

“What? Y/n by all means some time this year” Dean says already getting impatient with what you have to say.

“Dude cant you tell?” Sam asks Dean looking away from you.

“No I cant tell Sammy so please tell me what I dont understand” Dean says looking to Sam.

“I think y/n has found her mate not just any mate but her true mate” Sam says with a dopey smile on his face still having his gaze on Dean while he just whips his head from you than to Sam and back to you again while his eyes pop right out of his sockets.

Dean didnt have anything to say at all when Sam realized that you had found your true mate and to be fairly honest you didnt even think that is true to begin with. You thought it was some made up stories that belonged in the fairy tales that your mom once read to you, than Dean started reading them to you after she passed away.

Sam on the other hand couldnt believe that you would be the first person to find a true mate out of three of you siblings. You just left Dean to take in all of this information while he sits there across from you at the table while Sam on the other hand is looking to you with a smile spread across his face.

“Ok Sam you are kind of creeping me out here” You say to him while taking a sip from your beer.

“Im not trying to creep you out, Im just simply surprised you even found a mate is all” He says while he sits there struggling to form his sentences.

You look to Dean with a hopeful expression across your face for him to say something at least.

“I am just as surprised as you are” You tell him while trying to take another bite of your stake but Michael has officially crept into your head.

Dean again still has nothing to say, he just sits there looking away from you and more focusing on his half eaten food.

“Im just going to bed and finish the rest of the unpacking tomorrow. I still need to unpack my office and get some supplies that I would need.” You tell your brothers as you get your plate and put them into the garbage.

“Your not going to stick around for desert?” Sam asks while you go to the sink to place the utensils in the sink for the wash tomorrow.

“Wait” Finally Dean says something after being silent for so long, you stop in your tracks out of the kitchen, you turn slowly towards your brothers that are still seated at the table.

“If he is your true mate, what does he smell like to you?” Dean asks as his voice shakes near the end of his question.

“Uh he smells like earthy tones um like fresh rain fall on the first day of Summer, fresh mint sprouting into the air and if I concentrate close enough his scent smells like cool crisp air that comes on the first day of Fall” You stand there and tell your brothers what his scent smells like and how his scent just gives you comfort and you didnt realize you are smiling as you describe his scent.

Your brothers sit there and listen to you with such grace as you talk about Michaels scent, thats when you opened your eyes and see Sam smiling like an idiot and Dean well you cant tell what the hell he is thinking.

“Uh Im going to bed, night guys and um thanks for this evening love you guys” You say and walk up the stairs to your room, they say their good nights in unison.

“Well than I think that is very surprising considering she never believed in the whole true mate thing and how she said she will never be that typical Omega” Sam says to break the silence in the kitchen.

“Are you kidding me, she isnt the typical Omega. We raised her to have her own voice and do whatever the hell she wants whenever she wants.” Dean says looking to Sam with a fond smile on his face thinking back to all those years ago while the three of you were growing up and as you presented Omega your brothers never treated you like one.

They treated you with such respect in allowing you to do whatever you wanted but always made sure you were safe, you didnt mind if they were protective of you because knowing terrible things happen to Omega's and that they are treated like sex objects.

“Thats what Im happy for really, the one thing I am really happy is about you never letting her go to one of those Omega Private schools then we would never see her again” Sam says with a shaky voice at the end of his thought and looking to Dean.

“I had to fight for her basically but they backed off after I told them that they would be the ones to fuck her up even more if I let her go to those schools and I brought some of the stuff from the news and they just left us alone after that” Dean says looking to Sam after taking a sip from his beer.

“When was that? And where was I when all of this happened? How come you never told me?” Sam asks in a panic knowing this is the first time he has ever heard about this.

“It was the time when you were in Stanford, after dad passed and soon after that she presented as Omega also the time she didnt want to go on the suppressants because she knew the medical records will get to the government and would come snooping around. They did anyways stupid nosey neighbours saw me carrying a bag that had the toy she needed and called it in right away that stupid bitch. Maybe a week after thats when they came knocking on the door. Reason why I never told you that while you were in school is because I knew that you would come back home but I couldnt let you though because you were in law school and knowing sometime down the road we would need you to fight for Omega rights” Dean says with a fond smile on his face and looks to his little brother who sits there with a fond smile at the distant memory.

“Im happy you fought for her man, really I am but you still should have told me than I would have a reason to practise the legal laws for Omega's because California already has given all rights to Omega's there” Sam says as he talks to his older brother about the legal rights for Omega's, thats what he went to school for and did that for you. He knew it would come a long way to practise law in Omega Rights.

“I had to fight for her because I didnt want her to go through all of that crap and later have her being sold to a suitable “mate” and never have her find her true mate like she did tonight” Thats when everything hit hard for Dean, his baby sister finding her true mate and having to let her go once that time comes along for the mate to take her away and live together. Dean gets up from the table and paces around the kitchen.

“Hey whats wrong?” Sam asks looking to his older brother.

“Its just uh y/n found her mate and guess what that means?” He answers his little brother from the kitchen sink.

“Dean, that wont happen until she is ready to have anyone come near her but in the mean time lets just have these moments with her” Sam says as he gets up to clean the table.

“I cant let her go, I mean I still see her as a baby man. I feel like dad when she decided to go on her first date when she was fourteen” He says while he has his head down looking into the sink.

“Oh with that Aiden kid, I remember that dad pulled off his fake heart attack thing” He chuckles at the memory and looks to Dean again who is about to have a some what panic attack.

“Dean calm down, its not going to be tomorrow. You will be ready to let her go once you get to know the guy. I mean he seems like a good guy well from what I can tell at the restaurant” He says while throwing the food into the garbage and walks to the fridge to put the pies away.

As you get ready for bed, you begin to look out the window to make sure that no one was out there lurking around the yard. You close the curtains and began to change into your pyjama's, throw in your day clothes into the laundry hamper and get into your comfortable bed.

You get into the fetal position in the middle and try to drift off to sleep, you couldnt get comfortable in your own skin after what had happened at the restaurant, you drift into a deep sleep. You are taken back to the restaurant everything is the way it was as you follow your brothers to the table. You feel someone grab you and its the same person as he gets up in slow motion to repeat what he had said earlier that night but this time both of you are alone.

You and “Roman” are in an ally, no one around, he tries to rip the clothing off from your body as you struggle to loosen the grip he has on you. You try to scream for help but no one shows, he looks into your eyes as you look into his and all you see is recklessness, malice, and perversion. He managed to get your jeans off within a split second, covered your mouth as he bent you over the crates that were left out in the ally way.

When he gets himself out of his pants to line himself up into your channel

“You want my knot and you cant deny me. Im going to fill you up real good” He says against your ear.

You feel as he pushes slowly inside of you, you try to say out loud no no no no but it is all muffled by his hand covering your mouth. He jerks you multiple times to keep you from moving under him but he fails as you keep moving.

Dean and Sam come running into your room while you scream, thrash against your bed and yell repeatedly no for several minutes. Sam shakes you very roughly and your eyes shot open so wide you begin to panic again, you stare at your brothers in fear not really knowing what is real or not when you quickly back away from them.

“Please, no more. I said no once already” You whisper as you sit yourself up against the corner of the wall and have your knees to your chest while your head is leaned against your knees.

Dean is the one who slowly approaches you with hands to his sides

“Im not going to hurt you ok. I dont want to hurt you, I would feel horrible if I ever did ok. You had a bad dream and I dont know about what but you scared Sam and I so we came rushing in here” He says as he settles himself in front of you but you dont meet his eyes, you sit there rocking yourself back and forth trying to get rid of the shakes you have going through your body.

“Y/n” Is all that Sam could say as he tries to get closer to you but you push yourself away from him

“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” You yell to your brother without even looking at him.

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First official day

2/11/17

1:11-3:18

I write waaayy too much and Im sorry.

After much mental strength and will power, I decided to get off the couch to go volunteer. Walking into a big city animal pound at one in the afternoon on a Saturday really paints a good picture on the chaos that can ensue.

There was a constant stream of people, both workers and outside people alike. I feel dealing with so many people on top of dealing with so many animals can really stress a person out, especially the higher ups. Today must have been one of those days because people seemed a little short.

Im curious to know how physically and mentally exhausting it is to upkeep an animal shelter. In extension, I want to know what are the main things that really help the organization out to prevent all this stress. Is it the donations? Community support? Volunteers?

Anyway, I was let into the back by the nicest person I encountered in my entire day (it was a long day.) She said she has been a volunteer for seven years and so they gave her a key; something she seemed proud of. She helped me get situated because I really didn't know how to even begin my duties.

I decided to tackle the train of red garbage cans filled with dirty laundry ( I wasn't too excited to discover the contents of each can.) I remembered from training that when the trashcans sit out for too long, the contents have to be thrown out because cat pee turns into ammonia or something. So I was a little worried about not getting enough done.

I folded what was in the dryer, dried what was in the washer and put on my big boy pants before I tackled the unsuspecting trashcans. I felt a little panicked because I was trying to remember the proper procedure for everything and there wasn't any instructions anywhere, but knew I was not allowed to even touch the trash can before I put on gloves. I took the first blanket from the trash can and oh boy.

I didn't even know they had birds!!! I was immediately assaulted by a plume of seemingly hundreds of little white feathers and a smell I had not prepared myself for. I stood there, staring dumbfounded at the blanket I was weakly holding in my gloved hands (which I could feel were wet with I dont know what) as feathers slowly covered a three foot radius around me. I didn't know if the feathers were from birds or an unfortunate blanket or what. Do I throw it away? Do I try to shake the feathers off? Where the hell is a broom!?

After some deep thought, I shrugged, shook the blankets over a trash can (for trash) and washed the load. The washer and dryers take about 35 minutes so I figured I would spend the time doing dishes. That wasn't bad at all; I mean yeah, kitty liter pans are not the best things in the world to clean but it was a task completed by the time the laundry was done. I began to realize after I realized that I had run out of things to do as I waited for the new set of laundry to finish, that my lack of eating anything prior to jumping on the bus combined with the vast array of unpleasant smells and my knack for migraines had in fact, given me a migraine.

As much as I wanted to empty more of the trashcans, I knew that it was impossible with only one working washer and dryer and my approaching nausea. I called it quits after two hours and missed my bus.

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They make me itch. – Charles Stross • I have to be careful of what TV shows I choose, particularly ones that have commercials in them, because it’s going to be a different kind of television show. – John Hawkes • I just remember the early days of Tenacious D. There was no talk or thought about doing a TV show or a movie. – Jack Black • I just watch a lot of different films and different TV shows. Really for me, it’s just looking at how people react to different shows in different genres. For me, it’s more a study of people than a study of acting. – Sterling Beaumon • I keep it real normal, like I don’t try to act like a celebrity, or say that just because I’m on a TV show I can do other types of TV. I take it very seriously and I respect the art of acting. – Vinny Guadagnino • I know artists that have tried for a long time in the Christian industry and then they were on a TV show and all of the sudden the doors swing wide open. Christians want to connect with things that are mainstream.- Anthony Evans • I like doing both comedy and drama. I’m not really feeling more drawn to one over the other. I also like dramedies. I like movies and TV shows that are mixtures of the two. – Jane Levy • I like to know why a video has suddenly gone viral, why a song has broken, why a TV show is suddenly rating out of pattern… I’m pretty good at understanding why things are becoming popular. – Simon Cowell • I like working on the house, small carpentry stuff. I also like working on the van. That’s about as quiet as my mind gets, I think. I always loved working on the How’s Your News? TV show and at Camp Jabberwocky too. – Chad Urmston • I love Godzilla, but my favorite was on this TV Show, Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot. I used to love the idea of having a giant robot under my control. That was like a dream come true for a kid. – Ice Cube • I love going to work, doing acting. I love when I’m done with a movie or a TV show. I love hitting the road or being in the studio or going on tour. That’s what I get off on. I don’t need to have my business in the press and all that stuff. I’m pretty low key. It’s all about the work for me. – Bryan Greenberg • I love hanging out with friends and family, going to the beach or just being a couch potato and binge watching TV shows or watching a good movie. – Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer • I love ‘Homeland.’ I think it’s such a well-done, well-acted TV show. – Victoria Justice • I love TV. I love being behind the scenes on a TV show but there’s something about, I don’t know there’s something very special when you’ve signed an artist and that first record comes in and it’s a good record. It is an indescribable feeling. – Simon Cowell • I owe my whole acting career to the fact that I’m a singer. 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I pick and choose what I will read for, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m being offered stuff. – Darren Shahlavi • I rarely watch TV, and in the past two years, I’ve done three TV shows. It’s quite interesting. – Oliver Jackson-Cohen • I really like ‘Batman.’ Not the TV show, but the dark ‘Batman.’ – Denis Leary • I remember my first show was a live TV show in Ireland, and I was just petrified. It was horrific. – Caroline Corr • I sort of knew very early on that I wanted to be a writer. Even in high school, I was a big movie buff, very much into TV shows, and would critique them. – Lena Waithe • I spent my entire first pay cheque from Cracker, a TV show on ABC, on an Audi because my other car broke down and I needed to get to work. – Josh Hartnett • I started out dancing on a reality TV show, but always with the intention of making my way over to film. I transitioned into the film world by doing certain things that my fans had been used to seeing me do. My dancing and singing gave me the confidence to act. – Julianne Hough • I started using the Internet in 1999. That was pretty late. But as soon as I did I just stopped watching TV. The idea of sitting down and waiting for a TV show at a certain time, I couldn’t do this anymore. The Internet is a better form of entertainment to me. – Tom Anderson • I think comedians should focus on what makes them happy, what art form fulfills them the most. Don’t be calculated about it and say, ‘Okay, I’m gonna tweet, and I’m gonna podcast, and I’m gonna do standup, and one of those things is going to lead me to my own TV show.’ I don’t think that should be the goal. – Scott Aukerman • I think my biggest problem was, as a celebrity on a TV show, you get an inflated ego and you think you’re the center of the universe. – Kirk Cameron • I think that it’s just extremely rare to see any kind of TV show that’s completely written by one person, regardless of what any showrunner will tell you. – Judy Greer • I think TV shows have usurped films! – Edie Campbell • I want to do more comedy… I’ve done a couple TV shows that had some comedy going on. – Sunny Mabrey • I wanted people to see that I really am a real person. I’m not just some guy who was on a TV show, some guy engulfed in the Hollywood life. I’m just a normal guy when it comes down to it. – Scotty McCreery • I wanted to end it now, like a bad TV show turned off in the middle. – Tawni O’Dell • I was able to make the jump to theaters without having a TV show. My passion for getting a TV show just plummeted. It was like I had already achieved what I wanted to achieve. – Jim Gaffigan • I was on some TV shows with Lady Gaga the other week, and you could see the difference in reaction between her fans and my fans outside. She comes out, and she looks like a star, and the reaction is just tears, crying, people going, ‘Oh my God, Oh my God.’ My fans are like: ‘Alright, Ed.’ – Ed Sheeran • I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: “C-Students from Yale”. – Kurt Vonnegut • I’d always wanted to do a film than TV show because film is always where my heart has been. I like diving into the character for a few months, and then leaving it behind. I love the idea of that. – Shailene Woodley • I’d love to be on a TV series someday, but I believe you get the jobs that you’re meant to get. If the job that I’m meant to get is another musical or another play or film or TV show, I’m just happy to keep working. – Stark Sands • If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl. – John Green • If I did a TV show, it would have to be in North London because I’m a bit of a homebody, and my work takes me away from home enough. But yeah absolutely. Television has never been more exciting than it is now. – Simon Pegg • If I only did TV show, I’d probably not be the happiest girl. I love the show, but I’m an actor and I want to work on different things. TV lasts for so much of the year that you’re just aching to play a different part. And I love movies so much that I want to be a part of as many as I can. – Jane Levy • If you get on a TV show that’s successful, odds are that you’re playing the same character for as many years as the show is running, which can be its own blessing, but it can also be a curse because you’re playing the same thing and that can be tiresome. – Sarah Paulson • If you’re going to do a guest spot on television, they need bodies on those procedural TV shows. You’ve got to keep working, and that’s where a lot of the work is. – William Mapother • If you’re in a popular TV show, you can attract attention, and I like to help focus that on stories that deserve to be told – which is what politicians do. But I would lose my autonomy, and to get things done I would have to compromise and get into the weeds of policy. I don’t know if I’m smart enough. – Tony Goldwyn • I’m a character-driven director, and I tend to fall in love with the characters in my movies and TV shows. – Doug Liman • I’m a guy here to play football. I’m not here for photos or newspapers or TV shows or trophies or awards. I’m not into all that. – Randy Moss • I’m a huge fan of film primarily. But, you can get a great TV show and get attached to it. Making a great film is forever though; so I always want to be part of film. It’s my first love. – Aml Ameen • I’m actually really lazy. I tell myself, “Okay, you work six months out of the year and you have to get up at 4 a.m. …” I’ll relish the downtime by chilling on the couch and watching my favorite TV shows. – Liana Liberato • I’m always feeling like I don’t belong, no matter where I am. So I’m just searching for a family nonstop, and sometimes I find it in the mosh pit, sometimes I find it when I’m doing some French TV show with the president’s wife. – James Hetfield • I’m fortunate enough to act in a TV show that makes me a lot of money so I can pay for my own movies. I don’t have to wait for anybody and that’s more of what I like doing. But I still think that you don’t have to be connected in the industry to make your movie. You just have to write something that is meant to be made cheaply. – Mark Duplass • I’m in a play on Broadway, I have an animated TV show coming up, I have a few movies that just came out. – Neil Patrick Harris • I’m just saying stupid, funny things when I’m hanging out on the TV show. When I’m making music I’m in a completely different zone. – Chanel West Coast • I’m looking for a deal from one of you TV networks to give Snoop Dogg his own hood TV show where I can find America’s hottest hood artists. – Snoop Dogg • I’m not disciplined in terms of scheduling. I work best late at night, but I can’t do that when I’m on a TV show – our hours are roughly 10-6:30, so I have to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I’ll sometimes write fiction for an hour or two in the evenings, or several hours on the weekend afternoons – unless I’m actively writing a script for the show I’m working on, in which case there’s no time to write fiction at all. – Nick Antosca • I’m not going to watch two TV shows with vaginas in them unless somebody tells me why they’re different! – Ilana Glazer • I’m obsessed with voices in film. I have this memory of how people say words, even on the most intensely stupid reality TV show. – Jenny Hval • I’m proud of everything I achieved with ‘Idol,’ and away from ‘Idol’ also. It’s just such a different show now to what it was when I was on it. I didn’t even know it was a TV show until the third audition. – Kelly Clarkson • I’m really excited about my TV show. I wrote it with my best friend. – Pell James • I’m scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can’t fall asleep. – Maurice Sendak • I’m so grateful to be living doing what I love. Whether it’s acting in Films or TV shows or writing and directing my own projects. – Kyle Cassie • I’m used to seeing it, but it’s weird having an Academy Award. You usually only see one of them on the TV show when they give them out, so it’s kind of surreal to have one in your house. – Steven Wright • I’m very grateful for work especially in film industry. It’s highly competitive and there are a lot of people standing behind me jumping at the opportunity to only do one thing, like one movie or one TV show or one episode. – Famke Janssen • In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows. – Woody Allen • In France, anyone can use your music on like a TV show or whatever – they don’t need to ask permission. It’s almost like a child when it has its own life. – Thomas Mars • In some ways, a novel isn’t as structurally rigorous as a screenplay or a TV show, which have finite real estate. In a novel, you can more deeply illuminate a character’s interior and get away with digressions. – Howard Gordon • In the middle of Beaches there’s a scene from the “Laverne & Shirley” TV show so they see some history of my work in each film. – Garry Marshall • It is tough, every time. The ensemble is great. I would always ask Andrew, “Is this how Hollywood is? Is this how every TV show and movie is?” And he was like, “No, dude. This is not. Do not get used to this. Be thankful that this is how your first gig is.” – Steven Yeun • It was actually the production group that ended up producing the show for us…Every musician, especially in the hip-hop community, you always make these show recaps or vlogs, and essentially what “Touring’s Boring” was is, we tried to make our vlogs interesting and almost more like a TV show. That’s how we got discovered by TV. – Mike Stud • It was feminism that made it possible for women to go to the Ivy League and women to be astronauts and women to have their own TV shows. What happened, though, was that the generation after feminism, which is my generation, misunderstood what feminism was saying. – Debora Spar • It was such a bigger picture [ Westworld] than what I thought it was. It’s more of a revolution than a TV show. – Evan Rachel Wood • It’s a lot of hard work to do a weekly TV show. It’s certainly not fun. – Michael Moore • It’s a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real. – Steven Moffat • It’s actually much harder to develop a TV show than I had anticipated. – Diablo Cody • It’s also one thing to see a celebrity or some kind of character on a TV show being gay. It’s a totally different thing when you know your husband… not your husband, but your brother or your friend or the dude you hung out in high school was gay. I mean, that is what changes people’s minds, what changes people’s minds. – Andrew Sullivan • It’s fun being on a TV show and not having to wear heels. – Trieste Kelly Dunn • It’s hard to find success and it’s hard to find hit movies or hit TV shows and to stay relevant. I think it’s a very difficult thing for actors, because a lot of us get lost, frankly. – Dylan McDermott • It’s impossible to overvalue the importance of television – both in its serious and less serious functions. It’s one of our most important ways of finding out the truth – and also of changing the world, and finding out what in the world needs changing. It’s also an immense bringer of joy – I learnt how to laugh through television, and now my children and I, every day of every week, share the joy and stupidity of TV shows – they actually make us HAPPY – Richard Curtis • It’s often the case with successful TV shows that they kind of inadvertently live on past their prime. It’s best to leave the audience wanting more. – Vince Gilligan • It’s weird how with a TV show, you don’t have just the one ending – you have the many. – Vince Gilligan • I’ve always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times when I get inspiration for my work, it’s from something in one of these books or TV shows, or perhaps some newspaper article about a specific case. – Scott Heim • I’ve always got five or six things that would either make a good feature or TV show. And you just never know. You go and you pitch and it may be exactly what they’re looking for, or they may stop you after two sentences and say, “Oh, we’ve already done something just like that.” – John Sayles • I’ve been careful to keep my life separate because it’s important to me to have privacy and for my life not to be a marketing device for a movie or a TV show. I’m worth more than that. – Lisa Kudrow • I’ve had lots of things that didn’t work out, like TV shows. You learn a lot through mistakes – I learned that you have to be the captain of your ship. Actually, I own my ship. – Pamela Anderson • I’ve never been on a TV show for more than a season and you have to continually keep it interesting and you have to keep it connected, even as you change. – Ian Somerhalder • I’ve only done two other TV shows [instead of Sex&Drugs&Rock&Roll], one was Rescue Me and the other was a show called The Job, which was at ABC and only on for two seasons. – Denis Leary • I’ve seen [Donald Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. But other people fell in love with him as a reality star. So does that mean that the entertainment industry is doing something wrong? I think reality TV answered that question a long time ago: Yes, it’s doing something terribly wrong. But there’s some great reality TV, and I’m not bagging on it completely. – Joss Whedon • I’ve seen [Trump] appear in a film or a TV show cameo or the tabloids, and he’s a grotesquely distasteful human being and always has been, always made me want to take a shower. – Joss Whedon • Josh [Friedman] and I have been friends for years, and he said, “Hey, if you ever want to do a TV show, I can take it over and run it,” and I was like, “Yes!” He’s always been so busy that I never dared to ask that, but it just worked out, time wise, that this was the season where we could probably do it, so I jumped at it. So, even though I’m busy with other stuff, I’m excited to be writing this. – John August • Just concentrate on the performers. Make sure you get the performers, and that’s it. That’s all we need to do.” And I was thinking, “Well what if you do both? Of course the performance is important, the writing is really important. But what if you could have the perfect marriage of making it look really slick as well?” I think that’s kind of what I tried to develop as a style, and Spaced was the first TV show I did where all the elements came together. – Edgar Wright • Knowing the right questions is better than knowing all the right answers” Caleb from Pretty Little Liars (TV Show) – Sara Shepard • L.A. ispolluted. It’s overpopulated. But it is very much home. It was inevitable for me, the moving back. I was living in San Francisco, and Joan broke it off with me, and I needed a place to live. I’d been divorced. And I needed to write movies and TV shows to earn a living. Alimony. All that. So I figured what the hell, I’ll go back to L.A. – James Ellroy • Launching a new TV show is probably one of the most difficult things that a writer can do. – George Meyer • Like we were saying, the fact that the relationships on the show are love-based, and in the sense that I wasn’t aware of how special it was in contrast to a lot of the other TV shows that are on right now. It was our audience members that pointed out the love that you see in the show is special. – Steve Zissis • More American young people can tell you where an island that the ‘Survivor’ TV series came from is located than can identify Afghanistan or Iraq. Ironically a TV show seems more real or at least more meaningful interesting or relevant than reality. – John Fahey • Most people get their politics, obviously, from TV shows about senators or movies about them or… all the day-to-day press and the talk shows. – Judd Gregg • Most TV shows don’t reward you for paying attention. – Matt Groening • Movies, novels, TV shows – these are the water fountains of today. We thirst for stories which speak to us by representing us, but we go to the water fountains in the centre of town looking for that, and we’re turned away, sent to the ghetto. – Hal Duncan • My approach to ‘Star Trek’ was, ‘I know science fiction, and I know screen writing.’ That was very arrogant of me, but you really need to be a little bit arrogant to think that what you have to say is good enough to justify the expense of hundreds of thousands – now millions of dollars – to make an episode of the TV show. – David Gerrold • My boy, that was a TV show. I used a stunt double. I always use a stunt double. Except in love scenes. I insist on doing those myself. – William Shatner • My favorite TV show is probably ‘Glee.’ I’m a Gleek, like everyone – else!Victoria Justice • My tastes in all things lean towards the arty and boring. I like sports documentaries about Scrabble players, bands that play quiet, unassuming music, and TV shows that win awards. In that way, I am an elitist snob. And proud of it. – Michael Ian Black • My TV show had been cancelled; nothing else had gone anywhere; some alliances I had made petered out and nothing came of them and I was looking at a long, long year ahead of me in which there was no work on the horizon, the phone wasn’t ringing. I had two kids, one of them a brand-new baby, and I didn’t know if I would be able to keep my house. – Tom Hanks • My wife is like, You finally get your own TV show, you can have any kind of car you want and you get a darned truck. But my brother and I have the same kind of truck now. – Jeff Foxworthy • My wife says I’m much happier when I’m not a regular on a TV show. – Alan Dale • Nasty is the new normal in Florida. Politics here is very gutterlike. It’s like a very bad reality TV show that still gets very high ratings. – Dan Gelber • Nira Park, who is my longtime producer and friend – I’ve know her since we did Spaced, the TV show – she gave me this script the last day of filming The World’s End. She said, “Take a look at this. It’s filming in London next year, and you might like to look at Jack.” I trust Nira implicitly. – Simon Pegg • Nobody’s talking about movies the way they’re talking about their favorite TV shows. – Steven Soderbergh • Obviously, in this day and age, with the TV shows, there are some really interesting ones. I’m not that interested in going and doing a network show, but like everybody else, trying to find something good. – Scott Speedman • Ok so there’s no TV shows, no movies going on fine, but I love going on stage and performing stand up so my situation is a little better than someone who’s strictly just an actor or actress. – Wanda Sykes • On Michael Moore TV show, when he went to the home of the guy who invented the car alarm and set off all the car alarms on the block… pretty funny. – P. J. O’Rourke • One day it was that I wanted to go make a movie with my kid and then another day it was that I wanted to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro and another day it was that I wanted to sit in the studio and figure something out. All those things manifested themselves into what the TV show was. – Casey Neistat • Parodies of commercials are by no means new and have been popular going back to black-and-white TV shows of the ’50s. – Dan Aykroyd • People always ask about the transition from TV show to a movie, but it felt like just going to a different school. You don’t really notice the transition, when you’re in the moment. – Shailene Woodley • People are recognizing that I am an entrepreneur and do more than be on a reality TV show. -Kim Kardashian • People on both sides of any conflict believe they are right, whether it’s on a TV show or in the real world. – Mandy Patinkin • People say that you want to be varied in your career, and I’ve done so many things and am very appreciative. But, the one thing I’ve never done and wanted to do was to be a regular on a TV show, where you get 22 weeks of the year to develop and play a character. I’ve done arcs of five or eight episodes on shows, but I’d like to have a character that’s rich enough and deep enough to want to explore and live with for a few years. Playing the same character, but doing different scenes seems very exciting to me. – Jim Piddock • Phil Harris and Pat Boone were once paired as guests on an episode of Andy Williams’ TV show. During a rehearsal break, Harris suggested the three of them go out for a drink. When Boone declined, explaining he did not drink, Harris asked Williams, “Andy, can you imagine getting up in the morning knowing that’s the best you’re going to feel all day?” – Andy Williams • So I do have to work, you know, and I find as many movies and TV shows that I can, because otherwise I wouldn’t have an income. – Tippi Hedren • Some people may contend that there is no image more charming that a child holding a puppy or kitten. But for me that’s a distant second. When I see a child clutching a book… to his or her tiny bosom, I’m moved. Children can possess a book in a way they can never possess a video game, a TV show, or a Darth Vader doll. A book comes alive when they read it. They give it life themselves by understanding it. – Chris Van Allsburg • Some TV shows are like really good novels in that there are enough episodes that you start to have your own feelings about how the characters should act. When the scriptwriters go slightly wrong, when they make the character make a left turn that he or she wouldn’t do, you know enough about the characters to say, “No, that’s not what she would do there. That’s wrong.” You can actually argue with a TV show in a way that you can’t do as much with movie – you inhabit a TV show in the way you inhabit a novel. – Nicholson Baker • Something economically changed. It used to be that you needed 20 million people to watch a TV show for it to be a hit. Now, with just a few million people watching, you’re considered very successful, for a lot of these streaming services, or cable channels. Now, that allows people to do much more creatively ambitious work, because it’s not lowest common denominator. – Judd Apatow • Sometimes directors get hired into TV shows, and it’s so formulaic and they’re a slave to whatever everybody wants them to do. But everyone came in with their own style, and it blended together with the Helix style that was set, and at the same time, they’re bringing their own ideas and their own input. It was really fun working with all of them. – Kyra Zagorsky • Sometimes you see auteur TV shows and movies, and those are great. – Akiva Goldsman • Sony and Nickelodeon knew they wanted to create a TV show that was a platform for a band they would have for Sony. They knew what they wanted, and it took two years of auditions and screen tests and countless people coming in and out the door until they finally settled on the four of us. – James Maslow • Television is competitive now, and the great stories live on television right now. I’m finding that I’m enjoying television more than film, these days. That was my motivation to take a TV show. – Jaimie Alexander • Thanks to NBC News and thanks to the NBC primetime TV network, Donald Trump has been in living rooms for 11 years being who he is. The Donald Trump running for president is not an unknown quantity. The Donald Trump running for president is the Donald Trump everybody’s gotten to know, and quite a lot of people watch those Donald Trump TV shows, The Apprentice and whatever else on there. – Rush Limbaugh • The Baha’i celebrity, or the Belebrity, is a character actor with a big head playing an annoying creep on a TV show. – Rainn Wilson • The bigger budget films only shoot about a page or two a day, so there’s very specific amount of time spent on detail and getting each tidbit exactly how they want it. In a movie or TV show, you shoot eight or ten pages and you aren’t afforded as much time to do each scene. – Dan Payne • The consumer mentality – we like something, what other flavor does it come in? We like that TV show, does it come in a book form? Does it come in a capsule? How about a soup? – Paul Reiser • The headmistress was a very well-respected theater teacher. She taught me what stage left and stage right were, what a director was, and what all these things meant, which was something I had no concept of. She sent me off to drama school, at age 18, and I stayed there for three years. Before I knew it, I was working on a TV show. – Robert Kazinsky • The Netflix brand for TV shows is really all about binge viewing. The ability to get hooked and watch episode after episode. – Reed Hastings • The only thing worse than a crappy TV show which Paddy Chayevsky couldn’t have conceived in his worst nightmare is two megacorps fighting over who thought of the crappy show first. – Judd Apatow • The really great thing about having two TV shows going on at the same time is that I can go to one and say that I have to go and visit the other and then I can just go home and they don’t know. – Matt Groening • The scheduling thing is really weird with TV shows. Certain projects haven’t been able to work out because of the schedule, so some of it is out of your control. You don’t have very many opportunities. There isn’t much time, so you want to make sure you’re going to be doing something that you really feel good about or that you’re going to have a good creative experience doing. You’re taking up vacation time from your job, so you want it to be meaningful. – Ty Burrell • ‘The Simpsons’ from the very beginning was based on our memories of brash ’60s sitcoms – you had a main title theme that was bombastic and grabbed your attention – and when you look at TV shows of the 1970s and ’80s, things got very mild and toned down and… obsequious. – Matt Groening • The thing about working on a TV show is that it becomes, very quickly, all consuming. – Jonathan Nolan • The truth is that we have to, as American citizens, stop thinking that this life that we’re living, the things that we’re dealing with, is some reality TV show. This is real life, real children, real situations. – Stevie Wonder • The wonderful thing about a TV show is if you get picked up for another season, there’s no happily ever after. – Guy Branum • There are many films and TV shows I make where people find themselves in fantastical situations; as often as possible their reactions to it are very normal. – Joss Whedon • There were a lot of lessons of production to be learned. On the page, the biggest thing you learn on any TV show is how to write to your cast. You write the show at the beginning with certain voices in your head and you have a way that you think the characters will be, and then you have an actor go out there, and you start watching dailies and episodes. Then, you start realizing what they can do and what they can’t do, what they’re good at and what they’re not so good at, how they say things and what fits in their mouth, and you start tailoring the voice of the show to your cast. – Ronald D. Moore • There’s a huge demand for my entertainment, and I can’t meet the need. So I decided to try a TV show to reach as many of my fans as possible. – Tyler Perry • There’s two kinds of press that you get when you put out a TV show: The reviews, and the people that just decide what the reviews say. – Louis C. K. • This election ain’t no stinkin’ TV show. – Bradley Whitford • This is the contradiction we have in the media. We love vigilantes: Batman, Tarzan, Green Arrow – the comic books and the TV shows are filled with vigilantes. We love to promote it. Jesus Christ was a vigilante. We admire these people, but we don’t want to be associated with them. – Paul Watson • This whole thing about reality television to me is really indicative of America saying we’re not satisfied just watching television, we want to star in our own TV shows. We want you to discover us and put us in your own TV show, and we want television to be about us, finally. – Steven Spielberg • Those rosy memories we all share are actually memories from our favorite TV shows. We’ve confused our own childhoods with episodes of “Ozzie and Harriet,” “Father Knows Best,” and “The Brady Bunch.” In real life, Ozzie had a very visible mistress for years, Bud and Kitten on “Father Knows Best” grew up to become major druggies, and Mom on “The Brady Bunch” dated her fifteen-year-old fictional son. – Cynthia Heimel • To a certain degree, with a TV show, people are looking for a certain amount of familiarity. You don’t want to pull the rug out, but you also want to keep things fresh and keep changing it up. – Jonathan Nolan • To me, the greatest thing in the world is downloading TV shows on iTunes because there are no commercials, and yet if I were a working stiff, I could never afford to do this. But I don’t even think about money. – Stephen King • Trying to negotiate getting a couple of kids to watch the same TV show requires serious diplomacy. – Dee Dee Myers • TV and film are very different media with different requirements. In a TV show, you have actors and fellow writers and directors, who are interpreting your work. With a novel, you only have ink, words and your reader. – Howard Gordon • TV is such a success nowadays because it gives back in a way that features can’t. If you go to a film, you only get two hours of great storytellers and performers, and you pay top dollar for that. If you’re subscribing to premium channels and you’re getting all of these amazing TV shows, and you’re watching them as you want, where you want, when you want, on what you want, I think that is the “the golden era of TV” in what television shows are offering to audiences. We’re giving them a lot more. It’s quality. – Milo Ventimiglia • TV series, there’s a lot of everybody talking to you and giving you input for the first couple episodes, and then they’re on such a crazy schedule that you get another episode on a Monday, you have to have it done by Friday and it becomes very solitary work usually, TV shows. – Mark Mothersbaugh • Veep is the best and most realistic political TV show out there. – Christopher Michael Cillizza • Way back in 1979, as a guest on a local TV show in Arkansas, then Hillary Rodham was quizzed about not taking her husband’s last name when they got married and keeping her job as a lawyer while being first lady of the state. – Tamara Keith • We did ‘The Simpsons Movie,’ which took almost four years; it was the same people that do the TV show, and it just killed us. So that’s why there hasn’t been a second movie. But I imagine if the show ever does go off the air, they’ll start doing movies. – Matt Groening • We may not have a sample size larger than one, or we may not have unlimited resources – it’s a TV show, and we generally turn these things around in about a week or so. – Jamie Hyneman • We now have a generation of people who in many cases feel that if they become chefs, they’ll get a TV show. They have a signature haircut, a year into the business, or a branding arrangement with a shoe company. I don’t really relate to that. I guess this is the world we live in now. – Anthony Bourdain • What if it was cats who invented technology, would they have TV shows starring rubber sqeaky toys? – Douglas Coupland • What was bizarre, when I was younger, I never watched TV. I would rather watch a movie 100 times than to watch a TV show, just to find another nuance. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched ‘On the Waterfront’, just to find a flaw so that I can learn and try to improve my thing. – Vin Diesel • When I did TV shows and my other movies, I never try to do it for anybody. I just do what I think is good no matter what the genre is. – Will Gluck • When I first started writing for television in the seventies and eighties, the Internet didn’t exist, and we didn’t need to worry about foreign websites illegally distributing the latest TV shows and blockbuster movies online. – Al Franken • When I open many books, or most leading women’s magazines, or see almost all TV shows, I don’t find myself at all. I am completely anonymous. My value system is not there. – Bela Karolyi • When I planned my wedding the first time, my ex-husband and I, we were both struggling comics. I had a TV show that had gotten cancelled. Basically, I rented a wedding gown; the reception hall smelled like feet. – Sherri Shepherd • When I’m writing a theme song for a TV show I always think, “What would be Pavlovian where a kid would be in the kitchen, or an adult would be in the kitchen, and they hear the theme song come on and it would draw them back to the other room so that they would watch the show?” – Mark Mothersbaugh • When my TV show, ‘Sports Jobs with Junior Seau,’ assigned me to be a ‘Sports Illustrated’ reporter for a weekend, I didn’t realize I’d have to squeeze it in around another sports job. I had planned to retire from the NFL to enjoy the cushy lifestyle of a full-time reality TV star, but I wound up getting run over by a bull. – Junior Seau • When you do a TV show, the cumulative intimacy you develop with the audience through your characters is pretty profound. It may be the most profound storytelling there is, because the character gets to live and roll around in the audience’s mind week after week. – Howard Gordon • When you do a TV show, there’s always the fear that it will become tired and you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen.- Mads Mikkelsen • When you say, ‘I spent my summers at the Jersey Shore,’ people always say, ‘Oh, really?’ They think of the TV show. So I just say, ‘A cute little harbor town in New Jersey.’ – Taylor Swift • When you take on a TV show, you give trust to people that you really just met. – Katee Sackhoff • When you’re a regular on a TV show, they give you more of a backstory, so with these recurring gigs, you have to make up your own backstory. – Alan Dale • When you’re recording a TV show, you really feel like you’re in a bubble. – Judy Greer • When you’re writing for a TV show, what’s great is that you always know what actor you’re writing to. – Michael Brandt • Whether it’s being a leading man, making TV shows, being with my family, I’ve learned a lot. – Ashton Kutcher • Whoever calls and asks me to do stuff and obviously, with having your own TV show, people want you to get involved. They know you’re a stand-up comedian so they’re always looking for somebody funny to host an event. – Chelsea Handler • Writing for television is a great job. And it’s a job. Most people watch TV and have a comment about one or two moments of an episode – whether they love it or hate it or something in between. To come up with every moment of an entire season of a TV shows is heavy lifting. – Steven C. Harper • Writing pilots is such a specific thing. It’s not even really writing TV shows. A pilot is its own beast. – June Diane Raphael • You [Bill Maher] seem to have done alright with your TV show… I mean, I don’t get a sense… to the extent that they’re boycotting you, it’s because of your other wacky views rather than your particular views on religion. – Barack Obama • You and your scars. Please! You don’t kill youself like this!” I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. “That’s just a cry for help. That’s just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That’s just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn’t really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time. – Barry Lyga • You can say “ass,” but you can’t say “asshole.” That’s why I always cringe when a character in a TV show refers to someone as an “ass.” Unless you’re British, calling someone an ass really doesn’t work. But those are the rules of television. You can be a dirtbag, but not a scumbag. – Gilbert Gottfried • You come to America, and, if you do a big TV show, then you can be overexposed, or old, before you’re new. – Chris Hemsworth • You get a kind of familiarity on a set when you’re on a TV show. – Alia Shawkat • You know, a TV show is a slow build. – Ray Romano • You want to put out a TV show? If you have the money to do it on your own, by yourself, and you have a TV network, you can do it by yourself. But the nature of the beast is, art needs finance. That’s how this industry works. So until the Internet becomes our source of entertainment – and watch it, I believe it will – this is how things go. – Nathan Fillion • You were doing a TV show – you don’t realise that you’re also making social commentary at the same time. – Amber Benson • You’ve got to do something to fill up your day. And I can only play so much guitar and watch so many TV shows. It fulfills me. There are two things about it I like: It makes me happy, and it makes other people happy. – Stephen King [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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