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FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 4

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Daryl Dixon x Eventual Female Reader (No use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER FOUR: Woodbury

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

SUMMARY: After earning Michonne’s trust and gaining the necessary information, the group travels to Woodbury to rescue Glenn and Maggie from the Governor.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language and Violence (Typical TWD Content), Animal Death (Corpse Found), Mention of Death by Cancer, Mention of Past Attempted Sexual Assault

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: This chapter will have more scenes from S3 than original content. I don’t love doing that, but it’s necessary right now to get the group back to the prison for my story. Still, there will be some new content considering it’s told from the Reader’s perspective, and possibly some light flirting between Daryl/Reader? *swoon* I’ll let you be the judge.

The ride to Woodbury was not an enjoyable one. Seated in the backseat of the Hyundai with Daryl by your side, you tried to keep calm, but your insides were riddled with anxiety. Dozens of scenarios of what could happen tonight ran through your head, and not one of them involved you being as badass as a vampire slayer. The knots were building in your stomach; tying together quickly, like a Girl Scout hell bent on meeting quota, when Daryl took notice. His eyes stayed trained on you, but it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable so much as ashamed because you knew that your behavior was probably destroying the modicum of respect that you’d recently gained in his eyes.

Music permeated from the front of the car. Rick had put on a CD that he’d found in the glove compartment; something from the 80’s, no doubt to fill the awkward tension between he and Michonne as they rode up front. Though you desperately wanted to try and distract yourself by listening to the cheesy melody, you found it very difficult to ignore the intense feeling of Daryl’s gaze. No longer able to pretend that you didn’t notice, you turned your whole body to face him.

“What?”

Daryl shook his head to indicate that he had nothing to say. He hadn’t even realized that he’d been staring at you, which was a little concerning considering how he was usually incredibly self-aware. One of the first things he’d noticed upon meeting you had been your confidence. For Christ’s sake, your introduction began with you pulling a gun on him. He didn’t like seeing you nervous when he knew the strength that you were capable of. It almost made him want to tell Rick to turn the car around – that you weren’t ready for this kind of outing, but he held his tongue.

With your gaze still on Daryl, you hesitated, fully aware that he wasn’t telling the truth but deciding not to call him out on it. Still, the fact that he was holding back on speaking his mind when he never had before did heighten your curiosity. Regardless, you decided that you weren’t going to beg and shrugged your shoulders as you turned your head to look out the window.

“Ya ever shoot one of these before?” Daryl spoke up a few moments later, raising one of the semi-automatic rifles that he’d reached behind your seat to collect.

“No.” You admitted softly, shaking your head.

“Ya just load it. . . ” He began, turning the gun over in his hands to demonstrate where the magazine went before sliding it in and out, then pointed it towards the hatchback window. “. . . point, and shoot. Just like any other gun.”

Your eyes followed his skilled hands, watching as he walked you through the process once more. Nodding your understanding, you exhaled through your nose, feeling more at ease. You’d been telling yourself the same thing repeatedly for the entire car ride, but hearing it come from Daryl was much more comforting. If you happened to make it out of Woodbury alive, you swore to yourself that you’d let up on all the smart-ass comments you directed at him. Or, at least try to.

“Go on, try it – just keep it aimed out the back window.” Daryl said encouragingly, carefully handing the rifle over.

Daryl was well aware that he wasn’t the go-to guy when it came to pep talks, that was much more Rick’s thing, but the tension radiating from you was consuming and he found himself wanting to help put you at ease. Reaching forward, you willed your hands not to shake; your fingertips brushing the calloused palm of his as you slowly took the rifle from him.

“I feel like a shitty Rambo impersonator.” You muttered, balancing the stock of the gun against your knee as you released the magazine, getting a feel for its weight in your hand.

Just like any other gun.

Daryl kept his eyes on your hands, watching as you attentively worked the pieces of the gun, exactly how he’d shown you. There weren’t many people he trusted with an assault rifle in such a confined space but he was willing to bet that, despite your nerves, you’d be able to handle the weapon based on the skills he knew you already possessed.

“Maybe you’d be more comfortable if ya imagine yourself pointin’ it at me.”

At Daryl’s suggestion, your eyes flitted over to him, a confused expression crossing your features as you waited for him to elaborate. Even so, your first instinct was to laugh because you had a feeling you knew what he was referring to, and soon you couldn’t fight the smile that was spreading across your lips.

“Well, ya didn’t hesitate the night we met.” He reminded her. “Nearly blew my goddamn head off.”

“How could I forget?” You smirked, tightening your grip on the gun. “Great idea, I feel better already.”

A scoff and something that sounded suspiciously close to a chuckle left Daryl’s mouth in response to your sarcasm, and when his gaze caught yours you couldn’t ignore the fact that he held it in peaceful silence far longer than he ever had before.

“Pull over here.”

The sudden sound of Michonne’s voice caused you both to look away, each of your gazes going to the window as Rick came to a stop outside what appeared to be your destination. Once he had parked in the grass beside the road, the group exited the car, looking to the large expanse of trees stretching off as far as the eye could see.

“They have patrols.” Michonne explained, gesturing towards the woods with her katana. “We’re better off cutting through here on foot.”

“How far?” Rick asked.

“A mile, maybe two.”

You stood beside Daryl as he opened the hatchback of the Hyundai and pulled on a backpack filled with gear while you grabbed a flashlight and pulled the strap of your assault rifle over your shoulder. Once everyone had gathered their weapons, the group began their descent into the woods with Michonne at the front, leading the way.

The journey began quietly, but unfortunately did not stay that way for long as several groups of walkers came shambling towards them from various corners of the woods. Daryl cursed then whispered both yours and Rick’s names urgently as he nodded in the direction of the descending roamers. It was difficult to see by the glow of only two flashlights, which meant this had to be handled quickly and quietly, both of which seemed impossible under the circumstances.

“Get in formation!” Rick ordered. “No gunfire.”

The group huddled in close and you stood with your back to Daryl’s while Rick stayed back-to-back with Michonne. Having waited long enough for their approach, Rick was the first to step forward to thrust his machete through a walker’s head. Daryl moved next, shooting another straight between the eyes with his crossbow. Meanwhile, Michonne took out her own walker with her katana and you raised your rifle to strike another in the side of its face. The horrible, rotten thing twisted and staggered before reaching out for you once more. Backing away, you watched as the right side of its face oozed down its chest.

“Yuck.” You grimaced.

“There’s too many of ‘em!” Daryl yelled to Rick and Michonne as he saw another group approaching from behind and tugged you towards him by your upper arm. “Let’s go!”

Feeling Daryl’s grip on your arm, you quickly came out of the trance you’d entered from the gruesome sight in front of you, and turned to hurry off with him. Rick stabbed another walker through the head before pointing off in the only direction where they didn’t seem to be coming from. “This way!”

As luck would have it, the direction that Rick had chosen led them straight to an old cabin several yards away. They ran up the front steps and through the — thankfully — open door. The house had barely any light to see by with boards covering all the windows and shielding the moonlight, but their flashlights allowed them to see that it was a shotgun style home with an open floor concept and a straight shot to the back door. Huge, angry flies buzzed around as they walked further inside, only stopping when a putrid smell hit them all at once.

“Jesus, the smell . . . ” You muttered, covering your nose and mouth.

A grumble of agreement met your observation as everyone reluctantly began to search for the source of the smell. You went off in one direction, shining your flashlight while Rick went off in another, each of you traveling around the expanse of the room, dreading what you might discover.

“What’s that?” Michonne asked, pointing to the corpse of an animal lying in a rumpled pile just a few feet away. Aiming your flashlight closer, you soon discovered the body of a small, dead dog lying beside an old-fashioned stove.

“Guess Lassie went home.” Daryl commented, earning a scowl from you.

As the group made their way deeper inside the cabin, Rick caught sight of a double bed and signaled for Daryl to follow him as he shined his flashlight, getting a closer look at the large human-shaped lump beneath the quilt. He leaned forward; Daryl by his side with his hunting knife raised, and pulled it off to reveal what he could only assume was the owner of the home they’d intruded on.

“Who the hell are you?!” The man shouted, jumping up from the bed and aiming his shotgun at Rick.

“We don’t mean any harm.” Rick held the machete out in as non-threatening a manner as he could possibly manage while wielding such a weapon.

“Get out of my house!”

“Okay, okay.” Rick spoke slowly, his hands still raised. “We will, but we can’t right now.”

“Now!”

“Shut him up!” Michonne warned, looking back over her shoulder at the front door as the walkers started pressing against it from outside.

“Get out right now!”

“There are walkers outside!” Rick yelled at the man while somehow still maintaining a whisper, trying to get him to see reason as the groans from outside the cabin grew louder. The man hesitated as he turned his head to listen to the sounds coming from behind the door, as if suddenly realizing that the walkers might be the bigger threat. Before he could give it too much thought however, his gaze caught the glint off of Daryl’s hunting knife as he stood with it drawn, prepared to strike if need be.

“I’ll call the cops!” The man yelled lamely.

“Is he for real?” You whispered, looking from Daryl to Michonne with your eyebrows raised. It had been over a year since the outbreak, where the hell had this dude been? Hiding in that goddamn bed the entire time? Did he really think help was still coming? Not to mention the fact that there was no electricity to make any sort of phone calls, let alone to the police.

“I am a cop!” Rick hissed, losing his patience. “Now, I need you to lower the gun.”

With the machete in one hand and the flashlight in his other, Rick slowly crouched down to the floor, showing the stranger that he was willing to make himself vulnerable if it meant he could earn his trust. You remained where you were, swallowing hard while gripping the strap of your rifle and toying with the idea of spinning it around into your hands.

“Don’t do anything rash.” Rick continued in a calm voice, one you knew he had to have used many times back when being a cop actually mattered. Once he’d lowered his weapon, he slowly stood back up. “Everything’s fine. Let’s just take this nice and slow, OK? Look at me. Hey, hey—“

The man cocked his shotgun, still unconvinced. “Show me your badge!”

“All right.” Rick nodded, pointing his index and middle fingers down towards his pants. “It’s in my pocket. I’m just gonna reach down, nice and slow . . . ”

The next ten seconds happened at a dizzying pace as the former Sheriff’s Deputy made to reach into his pocket, his gaze following the stranger’s and taking full advantage when he saw him look down to follow the movement of his hand. It was only for a split second, but it was still long enough to allow Rick the time to lunge forward and slap the man’s shotgun aside just as he pulled the trigger. You would never know if you’d have been able to dodge the bullet in time, because Daryl had selflessly used his body to shove you out of the bullet’s pathway, sending it through a closet door instead of your skull.

“Fuck!” You shrieked, your arms moving over your face instinctively as Daryl gripped your waist to keep you steady. Breathing heavily, you slowly lowered your hands as you stared across at him in awe, not even knowing what to do or say, but being given no time to do so regardless when the man continued yelling and thrashing around like an absolute lunatic.

“Let go!” He shouted when Rick spun him backwards, wrapping his arms around his chest. “Let go of me! I’ll kill you-you — let go of me!”

The scuffle between Rick and the stranger continued for a few more seconds before the sounds of the walkers gained the group’s attention once more. Michonne’s eyes flew to the front door as the walkers continued clawing at it, growing more and more desperate to get through as they heard the commotion coming from inside.

“Shut up!” Rick yelled, struggling to cover the man’s mouth with his hand. “Shut up!”

Daryl let go of you and gripped his hunting knife once more, rushing forward and preparing to strike as the stranger bit into Rick’s hand and broke free, screaming for help as he hurtled across the room.

“Help me! They found me!” The man cried out, as if his salvation was on the other side of that door.

“Don’t open that door!” Rick warned him.

“Hel—" The man started to scream for help once more but was abruptly interrupted when Michonne moved forward, swiftly thrusting her katana into his back and out through his chest, exactly where his heart was located.

The group watched as the man’s lifeless body fell to the floor; the blood from his wound spreading across the floorboards of the cabin as quickly as spilt milk. For a few seconds, everyone froze, staring at Michonne. It wasn’t that they hadn’t considered the fact that she might be dangerous — she’d shown up to the prison wielding a katana after all — but it was how she hadn’t even hesitated to take a human life. Her quick thinking and combat skills could certainly be an asset to their group, that couldn’t be denied, but that didn’t change the fact that the thought was unnerving.

“Help me with the door.” Rick was the first to speak up, nodding towards you as Michonne took a step back and he and Daryl lifted the man’s lifeless body up from the floor and heaved him forward. Doing as Rick asked, you darted over to the entrance to glance out the small window that was partially obscured by wooden slats, seeing that the walkers from the woods had formed a large horde. Fully aware that you had to make this quick, you clutched the door knob, giving it a twist and pulling the door back just wide enough for Rick and Daryl to toss the man’s body outside.

Once the door was shut, you and the others peered out to watch as the walkers began to rip the man limb from limb before diving in and devouring his insides. Grimacing, you were the first to step away, gripping on harder to the base of your rifle as you did. You'd seen dead bodies before, certainly. Even before the Fall, you had watched your mother succumb to cancer and wither away to nothing. After the world ended, you’d stabbed a man in the neck and pushed a woman to her death. But that man had tried to rape you, and that woman had done nothing to stop it. The stranger whose corpse you’d just helped dispose of was innocent to any crimes against you.

Was it stupid of you to have lived in this new world for over a year and still not be desensitized by death? Was it foolish for you to want to believe that good people still existed? Whatever the answer may be, you almost wished that none of it mattered; that it was a switch that you could turn off at will. It would certainly make living in this new world a hell of a lot easier if you were numb to it.

“He was dead the second it went through his heart.” Michonne assured you when she noticed how pale you’d become.

Lifting your chin, you met Michonne’s gaze and found her looking back at you with something resembling sympathy. Or was it pity? Not sure how else to respond, you nodded once before walking past both she and Daryl and joining Rick who had crossed the room to collect his duffel bag and head to the back door. You had a feeling that Daryl’s expression likely wouldn't mirror Michonne’s as you felt his gaze on you, but you'd never know because you couldn’t bring yourself to look his way.

“It’s clear — let’s go!” Rick whispered loudly as he opened the door and ushered you forward.

It took around thirty minutes to get to Woodbury from the cabin, but soon Michonne led everyone to a stop in front of a large walled community. The group crouched to remain hidden behind a broken down car as they peered towards the entrance. Ahead stood a combination of metal panels, tires and wood stacked high enough to act as what appeared to be a very secure gate with several armed sentries standing on a structure just behind it.

You could see the wheels spinning behind Rick’s eyes as he sighed, contemplating just how they were going to get through when Michonne snapped her fingers, earning everyone’s attention as she nodded in a direction off to the side. Moving quickly but quietly, the group scaled the cars that were parked out front until they made it to a back alley that had been blocked off by wooden crates. While it had clearly been enough to keep the walkers out, it was easy enough for them to navigate their way inside. Skirting their way through, they followed Michonne inside the back entrance of a building and snuck into a room that appeared to serve as a pantry.

Daryl moved forward, scouting the area ahead. Once reaching a window, he pulled the curtain aside and carefully peered out before shaking his head with a clenched jaw and drawing both you and Rick closer to see what had irritated him. The streets outside were littered with regular townspeople. It was a jarring sight after having gone so long without such normalcy, but somehow it had been made possible by this Governor.

“Thought you said there was a curfew.” Daryl spat accusingly at Michonne.

“The street is packed during the day. Those are stragglers.” Michonne answered defensively.

“If anyone comes in here, we’re sitting ducks. We gotta move.” Rick said.

“Okay, so they’re obviously not keeping them here. Any other idea where Glenn and Maggie could be?” You asked.

As Daryl and Rick continued to scope out the window, you looked to Michonne, a pleading look in your eyes. It was obvious that Rick and Daryl were losing their patience and the last thing that you wanted was for this journey to be all for naught.

“They could be in his apartment.” Michonne suggested.

“Yeah?” Daryl moved away from the window, squaring his shoulders as he approached her. “What if they ain’t?”

“Then we’ll look somewhere else.” Michonne snapped.

“You said you could help us!” Rick complained.

“I’m doing what I can!” Michonne argued.

“Then where the hell are they?” Daryl growled, moving past Michonne and heading back in the direction where they had come from.

“Guys — come on.” You spoke up, trying to be the voice of reason since it was clear that arguing was getting them nowhere.

No longer in the mood for games, Rick led you and Daryl away from Michonne and lowered his voice. “If this goes south, we are cutting her loose.”

You held Rick’s gaze for a few seconds before glancing over at Michonne. It didn’t feel right just leaving her behind, but you also didn’t feel like it was your place to argue with Rick. “Do you think she’s leading us into a trap?”

“Right now, it’s the blind leading the blind." Daryl interjected. "We need to split up.”

Before any more words could be whispered amongst them, there was the sound of a knock at the front door. Everyone’s heads whipped around to stare forward as the doorknob began to rattle. Whoever it was obviously held authority over the community, because the door was soon unlocked and an older man wearing a baseball cap entered as each of you crouched down, out of sight.

“I know you’re in here.” The man began. “I saw you moving from outside.” His footsteps sounded on the linoleum floor, getting closer and closer.

“All right now.” He continued. “You’re not supposed to be in here and you know it.”

The way the man spoke sounded like he was scolding a child. It was almost like he was expecting to find a group of kids who had snuck out after curfew to shoot the shit and have a few beers. It made you wonder if there were teenagers living in this community as well, but before you could put too much thought into it, Rick sprung forward just as a man’s footsteps approached where they were hiding beside the pantry and slammed him against a nearby wall.

“Shut up!” Rick demanded, holding his gun to his jaw. “Get on your knees.”

Rick didn’t wait for the man to obey his orders, instead pulling him down to the floor while still holding his gun on him. “Where are our people?” He demanded.

“I don’t know!” The man squeaked.

“Where the hell are they?” Rick yelled.

“I don’t know!” The man pleaded, his voice a little louder.

“Open your mouth!” Rick growled as he forced a balled-up rag into the stranger’s mouth. The man cried out against the cloth, but only once because Daryl quickly struck him over the head with the butt of his crossbow, knocking him out.

Suddenly, the sound of a machine gun going off nearby sent everyone on high alert. Rick stepped to the head of the group while you, Daryl and Michonne slid into place behind him as he eased his way over to the front door and cautiously opened it. Outside, men and women ran for safety while the four of you followed the sound of gunfire to a building across the street.

The shakiness in your hands had returned. You felt like you always had when playing one of your younger brother’s video games, but the anxiety that loomed in your gut now felt a hundred times worse. Within a matter of seconds your group had made it to the building where the shots were fired from, sliding in the back door unnoticed.

Rick stayed in the lead with Daryl behind him and you and Michonne taking up the rear. Everyone except for Michonne, who held her katana, had their rifles poised and ready as they scaled the wall, coming to a stop and crouching low as the sound of angry voices could be heard from just a few feet away.

“On your feet! Move!”

“Let’s go, come on!”

Rick and Daryl peeked through a nearby window to find Glenn and Maggie shuffling along at gunpoint with sacks over their heads, but quickly kneeled back down before they could be seen.

“Shit.” Rick cursed, knowing that they were running out of time. If they were going to make their move, they had to do it now. Both he and Daryl grabbed flash bangs from their gear bags and flung them into the next room. The devices hit their targets, scattering across the floor and sending smoke out in all directions. You knew they’d done their job when coughing and confused shouting sounded next.

“What the hell?”

“Aw, shit!”

The smoke did exactly as anticipated, allowing the group to take advantage of the men’s disorientation long enough to move into the next room to grab Glenn and Maggie and lead them out the same way they’d snuck in. Everyone stayed huddled closely together as they hurried along the street and made their way to the nearest building.

“Inside, quick!” Rick ordered.

Daryl hurried forward, ahead of everyone else as he looked for an exit. “Ain’t no way out back here!”

“How bad are you hurt?” Rick asked Glenn as you and Maggie helped lower him to the floor while everyone else crouched out of sight from the windows.

“I’ll be all right.” Glenn grunted.

“Where’s that woman?” Maggie asked, referring to Michonne.

“She was right behind us.” Rick answered, kneeling down and carefully glancing out the window.

“Should we go look for her?” You asked.

“No, we gotta get them out of here.” Rick shook his head. “She’s on her own.”

You felt a twinge of guilt at his words, but knew that Rick was right. Wherever Michonne had gone off to, it had to have been intentional. She’d done her part, taking you to Glenn and Maggie, but she obviously still had something she needed to take care of before she left.

“Daryl, this was Merle.” Glenn raised his voice so Daryl could hear him from where he stood across the room. “He did this.”

At Glenn's news, Daryl looked like he’d just seen a ghost. You had no idea who Merle was but you didn’t need to know anything more to see that it was someone very important to him. But how could Daryl have someone who could do this to Glenn and Maggie mean so much to him? You weren't sure, but you watched him as he stepped over to Glenn, your eyes studying his face closely.

“You saw him?” Rick asked.

“Face to face.” Glenn nodded angrily. “He threw a walker at me. He was gonna execute us.”

“S-so my brother’s this Governor?” Daryl asked, confused.

“No, it’s somebody else.” Maggie explained. “Your brother’s his lieutenant or something.”

“Does he know I’m still with you?” Daryl asked.

“He does now.” Glenn said as Maggie nodded.

You could hear the disbelief in Daryl’s voice, but you didn't know if it was because he couldn’t believe his brother was alive, or that he couldn’t believe that his brother could be capable of something like this.

“Rick, I’m sorry.” Glenn continued. “We told him where the prison was. We couldn’t hold out.”

“Don’t.” Rick gently clapped his hand down onto his shoulder, careful not to disturb his injuries. “No need to apologize, but we have to get back. Can you walk? We got a car a few miles out.”

Glenn nodded weakly. “I’m good.” He winced, but made it back to his feet with Maggie slipping beneath one of his arms and you moving beneath the other to help support him.

Daryl moved forward suddenly, as if he was finally coming out of his head and returning to the conversation at the mention of them leaving. “Hey, if Merle’s around, I need to see him.”

“Not now. We’re in hostile territory.” Rick argued, a note of finality his voice that made it clear there was absolutely no room for disagreement, whether it was coming from Daryl or not.

“He’s my brother.” Daryl said desperately. “I ain’t—“

“Look at what he did!” Rick yelled harshly as he gestured towards Glenn, trying to get Daryl to see reason. He hesitated before continuing, and you couldn't tell if it was because he regretted the volume of his words, or that he’d just lashed out at his righthand man. “Look, we gotta get out of here now.”

“Maybe I can talk to him.” Daryl pleaded. “Maybe I can work somethin’ out.”

“No, you’re not thinking straight.” Rick said, his voice softening.

Rick was just as desperate as Daryl was at the thought of losing him. Without Daryl, the group instantly became at greater risk. The odds of them making it out of Woodbury alive would diminish exponentially if they lost both he and Michonne. You didn’t want to imagine what would happen if it came to that, but you also felt for Daryl. You’d never seen him like this before, and you knew that he was torn.

“Look, no matter what they say, they’re hurt.” Rick continued. “Glenn can barely walk. How are we gonna make it out if we get overrun by walkers and this Governor catches up to us? I need you!”

Daryl froze, his eyes going from Rick’s to yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw that sad, blue gaze directed at you. You knew the position that Rick was putting him in; that you all were. With Glenn barely able to walk and Michonne having abandoned the group, each one of you needed Daryl. Pressing your lips together, you took a deep breath. You hated seeing him this way; hated taking his reunion with his brother from him no matter what the circumstances were. But you knew that in the end, Rick was right. The group needed Daryl if any of you stood a chance at making it out alive.

“Are you with me?” Rick asked.

Daryl looked back to Rick, his hesitation only lasting a second longer before he nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah.”

Relief flooded your body, and it wasn’t just because you wanted to get out alive, but because you wanted Daryl to be by your side when you did.

“On three.” Rick ordered the rest of you. “Stay tight.”

As you, Glenn, and Maggie walked forward, huddled together to bear the brunt of Glenn’s weight as long as you could, Daryl knelt down to the duffel bag and pulled out some more flash bangs.

“One – two – three!”

Directly on three, Daryl opened the door and tossed two of the devices out into the street.

“Let’s go!” Rick whispered, moving ahead with Daryl.

“There they are!”

Gunfire erupted into the night as bright, overhead lights pointed in your direction. The Governor’s men stood on top of several buses to gain the upper hand. The group spread out quickly, firing shots off where they'd heard voices, the smoke doing well to conceal them from the enemy, but also making it difficult for them to see.

“Go!” Rick yelled to you, Glenn, and Maggie, shielding you three as best he could. “Get cover!”

Once making it into the alcove of a shoe store, you leaned against the door with the others, the surrounding brick wall of the building allowing just enough coverage for the group as Daryl and Rick kneeled to reload their guns.

“We need to move!” Daryl yelled as the bullets continued to rain down on them.

As the sound of the gunfire came to a sudden stop, you surmised that the Governor’s men had to reload their ammo, same as you. With your back up against the brick wall, you took that as your opportunity and leaned out quickly, holding your rifle with both hands and firing a round off before ducking back in for cover.

“You guys go ahead. I’m gonna lay down some cover fire.” Daryl announced.

“No, we have to stay together!” You yelled, shaking your head.

“Too risky.” Daryl looked up at you as he finished reloading the magazine into his rifle. “I’ll be right behind ya.”

You were concerned about Daryl's plan, but you also knew that there was no arguing with him, especially in a situation like this. Taking a deep breath, you leaned out once more, firing a few more shots off in hopes that some might hit the Governor’s men and give Daryl less to deal with. It was wishful thinking, but it was all you had at that point.

“Ready?” Daryl yelled, not waiting for an answer as he tossed another flash bang out across the street, giving you and the others the cover you needed to hurry across and head back in the direction of the alleyway you’d snuck through to get inside Woodbury earlier that night.

“This way!” Rick yelled, and you reluctantly fell into place behind Glenn and Maggie, taking up the rear.

With one last look at Daryl as he selflessly stayed behind and began to shoot his rifle out towards the oncoming rain of gunfire from across the way, you hesitated long enough to earn his attention as he locked his eyes with yours, nodding his head quickly and shouting after you. “Go on, get outta here!”

Finally turning your back on Daryl, your feet struck the pavement in perfect tandem with the hammering of your heart as you swallowed down the lump that had formed in your throat. At Daryl's insistence, you hurried after the others, all while praying to a God that you were pretty sure was no longer taking requests, that this wouldn't be the last time you saw Daryl Dixon.

CHAPTER FIVE

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Hello! I hope u don't mind my questions, but regarding the Emperor's Acolyte AU, is it possible for you to elaborate further about Raine's relationship with King and his position in the Kingdom of the Red Sun? And what of Edric and Emira and their position in the moon court (i think?) I absolutely LOVE the concept and the possible exploration in the day-to-day life of the people stuck within the kingdom, INCLUDING that incredibly interesting play! How did King even find Luz's manuscript, anyway?

first of all just posted smth explaining the militia so i think thats a good point on where to start thinking abt everyone´s places in all this vv

second of all , King´s been around Raine for as long as they been turned into head of the bard coven , King always holds a certain curiosity for everyone in the castle ,but his interest turned further when he took notice of Eda´s relationship with them when he was "kidnapped" in the Owl House for a bit (if you check my #emperor acolyte au tag for a sec youll see a small fic of a scene between luz n king transcurring at that time)

Since King starts seeing the Owl Lady as a maternal figure for him (it sorta starts off as wanting to get something Luz has but really, King just needs honest affection and Eda´s doesnt feel like it has any ulterior motive) , King sorta turns Raine into a royal "advisor" bard figure but in reality he sorta rlly just wants to matchmaking them n Eda so they can form his own idea of a family ,King likes to hear their music before sleeping and they unequivocally bond over extremely similar trauma in the hands of the Emperor´s Coven, to the point it makes Raine feel extremely guilty they didnt try getting him outta it much sooner considering they are realizing this is a 9 yr old whos been treated like a dog by the worse person in the Isles not even allowed to talk to other people besides the Emperor n Kikimora, in a way this guilt drives Raine further to not leave the castle to the small rebellion that Darius n Eber been forming.

Speaking of Darius n Eber, Darius n King has a small confrontation/argument that lead to their leave, Eber at first didnt actually mind the way King was running things since it was all sorta thrilling and battle oriented , but since hes inseparable from Darius he aint gnna be ditching his buddy ya know. Darius was just trying to get information of his old mentor, because King KNOWS about the way he died because Belos told him , at least his own version of it, but the more heated Darius got at King´s avoidance of the details, he ended up saying something that made the kid snap at him like "You care more about your mentor more than Hunter, where is he now? what would your mentor think about the way you treated him up until now?" which pretty much shut down that whole conversation, parting ways.

Regarding Luz´s manuscript, it was unfinished, she wanted to join that writer´s competition just as she did in the original episode but some other adventure ended up calling up to her ,so she just sorta forgot abt it or decided it leave it for other day. When the Owl House got raided by the Emperor´s coven n everything was sent to a warehouse, King came up to that warehouse to get Owl Lady´s stuff n move it into his new castle basically , he came upon it while just looking thru Luz stuff n decided to read it through because hes nosy ( he did the same with eda´s diary before), he´s never rlly been allowed to write his own stuff even when he was taught to write and read, so he decided to take it upon himself to make it "his" novel, and subsequently his play , as a way to vent all out his feelings of the world , his feelings towards Luz and everything else, plus to make a big statement culturally for the Isles.

for Edric n Emira, they were dragged into the Moon Court for Collector´s favor , because they were essentially living around them for a good while before turning into King´s Right Hand . Odalia´s been disposed off but not killed (because Emira convinced em to Not Kill their mom as much as the twins n Amity hate her because thats already so much trauma), Alador has run off to join Darius growing group as a way to find a solution to this whole, mess.

#asks #the owl house #emperor acolyte au #long post

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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My Review of Livesies

Really Jack? You chose this face? You look both angry and confused! 👆

Set: understandable, considering that it’s confined to a stage. Favorite set piece is probably the famous newsstand that they get their picture taken from.

Music: why the new lyrics? The old ones were just fine! Why the electric guitar?

Crutchy acts more naive, why so dumb? ‘You wanna bust yer odda leg too?’ Yes Cruchy, why?

Yeah Jack, you’re totally 17 Jeremy 😑

Everyone’s accent: good, Jeremy’s accent: x100

So Jack goes from wanting a family to roping Crutchy into a fantasy life out west and then he completely abandons him later?

In 92sies it focuses on Jack and him interacting with the other Newsies, whereas here it’s Jack wanting to get away so badly that it’s all he literally talks about.

Race and Albert: both handsome and annoying

Albert steals Race’s cigar, so what they just forgot about Snipeshooter?

‘Bath time at the zoo?’ so I guess ‘we got woik to do’ just wasn’t good enough and they had to write something completely bonkers?

Right away: enter a bunch-a newsies that I don’t know and never get a chance to see their characters play out because they’re moving too fast. They completely erased some of the original characters and wrote in new ones that make me miss the old ones!

Romeo: is actually a character that sticks with me because he’s given personality

Enter Katherine: I just don’t like her. I never liked how Kara Lindsay portrayed her and always think she looks mad, confused, and dazed. 🤷‍♀️

Jack, if you’re so keen on leaving then why are you flirting with Katherine? You’re digging yourself into this!

In the dvd version they cut the ‘smile that spreads like butter,’ which I always wondered why.

I’m seeing all these newsies and don’t know who half of them are!

Elmer: introduced by nuns, another character I actually remember

LUV the added acro tricks!!!

I think it’s clear now why Jack’s not dancing. Good way to hide it, Jeremy!

‘What is that unpleasant aroma?’- Max did it better!

Race briefly mentions betting Jack against the Delancys and then never mentions gambling again. I guess half his original character is nothing?

Applause for the clean scene changes! 👏

Seriously Race what is this face? 👇

Race flirts with Weasel rather than gamble? Preposterous!

Enter Davey and Les- ‘I’m new too!’ I can tell that’s gonna get annoying…

Davey just wants his papes and nervously tries to escape the other newsies while Les is already introducing them and is already chummy with Jack

Les knows an awful lot about wages for a 10-year-old

Les in 92sies: shy, cute, innocent, curious Livesies Les: obnoxious, loud, cocky, hyper

Romeo and Albert on Pulitzer’s desk during the scene change is surprisingly funny

Hannah is so good!!! I don’t know why they emphasize on Katherine struggling to make it through work when Hannah already shows that a woman can get a good career.

Pulitzer is even more cocky, brash, and egotistical than Robert Duvall’s portrayal. Historically Pulitzer wasn’t that mean to the newsies.

‘Shave me too close and you could cut my throat.’ Sweeney Todd reference? 🪒

Hannah: ‘We don’t sell papers, newsies sell papers.’ Ummm Jack? Your line is ‘headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes.’ Ya missed it! 🗞️

Pulitzer: Yes, 6-year-olds need to work harder let’s charge them more and they’ll thank me later.

I wonder if the dance choreographers just sat down and thought: ok, we need to think of every dance stunt that can be done with a newsboy hat and newspaper bag.

Davey and Les are bantering and then Les runs up- oh yeah, you’re still annoying.

Why is Jack so shaken up about hearing about Davey and Les’ folks? Other newsies got folks, so it ain’t like he’s never heard it before.

‘Come home with us!’ ‘Mom’s a great cook!’ All are potential suggestions for Jack to go meet the Jacobs, but no! Sarah apparently doesn’t even exist! The original story is about Jack seeing how happy the Jacobs family is and wanting a family too, but instead he’s an angry painter who just wants to leave without second thoughts.

Why does Snyder just taunt ‘Kelly!’ before he starts chasing him? You don’t call out and say you’re gonna attack before you attack!

Davey and Jack talk about the Refuge and then it’s never mentioned again after Crutchy gets taken. In the movie Jack goes and tries to break him out but Crutchy refuses. Here we got Jack not wanting anything to do with the Refuge even after Crutchy gets locked up!

Medda? Medda is on fire! I still luv her character in this, especially her feather hat! 💜💗

‘No kids allowed in the theatre!’ and yet she encourages Les to look at the Bowery Beauties for ‘educational’ purposes?

Les stares at the Beauties as if he’s never seen a girl before. He’s enthralled by their costumes and then Davey just waves it off

‘Where better to escape trouble than a theatre?’ truer words were never spoken, Miss Medda! 🎭

Jack is all like: screw being a cowboy, I’m a painter! 🤠🧑‍🎨

‘You’re on!’ ‘I am? How’m I doing?’ Nice way to break the 4th wall, Medda!

That’s Rich compared to Lovey Dovey Baby is hard because Anne Margaret’s performance is more dreamy and soft

Ok gotta say that Les and Davey’s faces poking out is very cute

Am I the only one who’s disappointed that we never get to see the full Bowery Beauties act?

‘Twice in one day! Think it’s fate?’ No, Jack. You’re stalking this poor girl!

Katherine just begs Jack to leave the box, whereas Sarah would just punch an intruder in the face. 👊

Never Planned On You, ummm why? First Jack wants to go to Santa Fe, then he likes Katherine after a 2-minute conversation? ‘Til I find someone new,’ umm how many girls have you dated, Jackie boy? In 92sies he never even mentions this kind of stuff.

In the next scene change whoever the newsies with no shirt on is, they are obviously trying to take away from 92sies Mush’s shirtless scene and I will not stand for it!

So now Race’s only personality trait is that he luvs cigars more than his mom? 🚬

‘LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!’ Okayyyy it’s confirmed Les has anger issues

Everybody talks about how Crutchy’s smile spreads like butter, but when I see Ben Cook’s smile all I see is a ray of sunshine 😄

‘You need membership.’ ‘Whattya call these guys?’ 👋

Why is Jack president when Davey is doing all the talking?

The World Will Know is an introduction to Jeremy’s angry Jack, which conflicts with Christian Bale’s daydreamer Jack and Corey Cott’s sad Jack. In all honesty, angry Jack can get scary!

Again, why the electric guitar? 🎸

How does losing a shoe have to do with this song? 👞

So the scene after Jack, Davey, and Les walk into Pulitzer’s doors and then we get a shot of the newsies behinds, um… did they just give half the fansies what they wanted?

‘...HE’S GONNA BE BEG’N FOR AN APPOINTMENT TO SEE ME, YOU GOT THAT?!’ Jeez, calm down, Les! 😧

I do like how they made Jacobi’s like a newsies meeting place, I don’t know why it just fits

And behold, the reason behind why I know what a seltzer is! Thanks, Albert! 🥛

Tommy Boy, Finch, Buttons… this would be a lot more convincing if I knew who each newsie was!

‘But that Spot Colon gets me a little jittery.’ Oh yes, in the brief moments we see him in this musical we definitely get that vibe. Not! Spot’s barely in this!

Oh yay, Katherine’s back. And she still sounds confused and awkward, which I guess makes sense since she’s in a different atmosphere but after a while it gets annoying.

Ok right off the bat Katherine and Jack already have a toxic relationship because they are constantly fighting! They look like they wanna kill each other!

Now Jack’s all whiny and I don’t like it! The original Jack would not whine about a girl.

I always skip Watch What Happens because it’s just Katherine worrying. Again, I stand by my opinion of not liking Katherine. Where’s Denton? They could've had Katherine be his apprentice or something instead of just deleting him altogether!

I hear Watch What Happens and all I can think of is how much longer until I can hear Davey sing about how the poor guy’s head is spinning?

Ummm… WHERE’S BROOKLYN? There’s NO BROOKLYN? THEY TOOK MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE MOVIE AND CUT IT TO JUST ‘OH YEAH BY THE WAY WE WENT TO BROOKLYN,’ AND THAT’S IT?! No. No. NO! I will NOT stand for this! 😡

Les: ‘Are we doing the right thing?’ I donno kid, you seemed pretty confident yesterday. What happened?

Race: ‘That’s great! That’s pitiful.’ Race would never say that about Crutchy.

Gotta admit that the trio part of Davey, Jack, and Crutchy singing Seize the Day is pretty cool

Aaaaand angry Jack’s back. While the other newsies look hopeful Jack looks like he could commit murder. Whis is he always angry? 😳

I don’t know why but Davey standing on a pile of newspapers is hilarious! 😁

Ok finally time to start a swear count: bastards, asses, Hell… sheesh this show’s got ‘such language!’

Uh why the awkward stomping? Just let Jeremy get offstage without the stomping so i can watch more twirling Sky and Ben?

Yeeesssss!!! Dancing on newspapers? BRILLIANT! I luv this part so much! 📰

Honestly not gonna lie if I was in the crowd I would be fighting to the death for one of the papes they throw out

Ha! I caught the spot of Race kicking himself in the face!!!

Seeing all these jumps, flips, and twirls is making me tired… God they must’ve been exhausted!

In the original, Jack wanted everyone out safely. But here I guess Jack wants to intentionally start a fight?

Why is Les being rolled around in a barrel? Then he sticks his head out, it’s like c’mon is this a cartoon?

Uh, Jack? CRUTCHY’S BEING BEATEN HELPLESS AND YOU’RE JUST WATCHING?! But it’s ok you’re gonna go sing about how mad you are and how you wanna leave so I guess it’s fine. ‘Save my best friend? Hell no let me abandon all the newsies!’ said Jack never!

Jack, you called Crutchy a ‘dumb crip?’ How could you do that?!

‘No more running, no more lying.’ Um, what have you been lying about? In the original, Jack lied about his parents and his name. Here Jack’s never called Francis Sullivan and he comes right out and says he’s got no folks. So what’s all this lying talk about?

Ahh! Please, no more angry Jack! I’d appreciate Jeremy’s performance and emotion if he didn’t look like has was gonna kill me!

Alright, Act 2… Where’s Jack? Oh right, instead of being in King of New York he’s sukling.

‘Jack don’t run from no fight!’ Apparently he does, since he’s working to buy a train ticket.

Here it comes… ‘erster.’ People either like it or hate it, I don’t mind it. Guess it adds to Race’s character since gambling’s out the window? ♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏

Whoa whoa whoa! Only Race can sing ‘a permanent box at the Sheepshead Races!’ Duh!

They replaced Spot’s porcelain tub with a sandwich? A sandwich?!

Thank you, Ben Cook, for gracing us with your sensational tap dancing!

Ok stop adding new lyrics and just skip to the tap dancing, please!

Never once did I ever think newsies would shout ‘spoon fight!’

The way Davey jabs ‘That’s it?’ at Katherine is priceless!

Just imagine the director looking at the cast and saying ‘now during scene changes the audience can’t be bored, so I need you to stall ‘em,’ and then the cast does a bunch-a random dance moves across the stage and the director says ‘perfect!’

Greetings from the Refuge is ok I guess, but I still wished Jack would actually try to get Crutchy out!

When I see Andrew’s messy hair I just picture him messing it up as the total opposite of keeping it nice-looking. Don’t know why, it’s just funny

‘Protect one anodda,’ Sure Crutchy, I’ll tell them before I run off to Santa Fe.

Even Medda points out how chicken Jack is!

It’s so cute how Davey perks up about being above the fold!

Les, please abstain from telling us about your date. It’s just annoying. ✋

Katherine: ‘You look like Hell.’ Heathers reference? ‘I just got back.’ ❤️💚💛💙

‘This go west young man routine is getting old.’ Is manifest destiny a joke to you, Kath?

More toxic relationship stuff, how is Jatherine a thing again?

‘The pooooor guy’s head is spinning!’ Yeeeessss! 🤣

‘And I’ve got a date!’ Shut up, Les.

Uh-oh, Katherine’s in trouble.

Jack Kelly, not Francis Sullivan? Are we just gonna go along with that?

Katherine, Pulitzer’s daughter? Why? Seriously what does that add?

Finally, the highlight of the show: Brooklyn’s Here! I really like how they added in this song! Brooklyn Bridge and all! Brooklyn gets their own ‘uniform,’ plus the fact that my crush on Spot Colon will rage on forever. I luv this song!

Um, where’s Smalls? Only she can sing ‘So’s tha Bronx!’

Sad that Spot makes this big entrance and then just stands intimidatingly in the background.

I like how Spot just casually waltzes up and then realizes ‘hey Jack, thanks for wasting my time!’ and then goes all murder-face on him!

Gee thanks Katherine for invading my penthouse and snooping through my drawings only to yell at me more.

Katherine’s scared to hit Jack and instead kisses him, but Sarah would never hesitate to soak a guy in the face!

So wait Jack goes to keep kissing Katherine and she backs out, even though she started it?

‘What if they came to newsies square?’ Where’s that, Kath? No one’s ever talked about that until now.

Jack points out dead-on that they need to talk about their relationship issues and Katherine just laughs.

O-K, I do NOT do sappy luv songs so let’s just skip Something To Believe In…

‘It’s good to have you back again!’ ‘Shut up!’ Gee really appreciative Jack, especially after you literally just betrayed everybody!

Darcy? Bill? Who? How are these guys just thrown in?

Once And For All… Pretty good… Ooh! Spot’s back! 😄

Wow that paper-tossing routine must’ve taken a while to perfect!

Again, why the electric guitar? It’s 1899 not 1959!

Spot why are you up there with Jack? You’ve barely said a word why are you suddenly involved?

I’m a Teddy Roosevelt fan so of course I ain’t gonna complain about him 👍

Hannah’s discrete clapping is so funny!

I do appreciate how they kept the historically accurate deal the newsies made with Pulitzer. In 92sies they just say ‘we beat ‘em!’ and then leave it at that.

Wow Albert looks cute without his hat

And we now get the famous shot of dazed Race staring off into space

Wait a minute so now after winning the strike, finding a girlfriend, and getting Crutchy back Jack still wants to leave?

Enough mushy talk, give me dancing newsies!

It’s funny how Jeremy tries to fit in with the others’ dancing right before bows

Wow. Just… wow. That’s a lotta stunts!

Nice bell-kick, Jeremy! Gotta mozie along with the music! 😆

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knickynoo · 1 year

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep04 "Witchcraft"

Previous episodes linked HERE.

I'm really getting into a groove with watching and posting about these episodes. My brain hardly ever hurts anymore. I am becoming desensitized to the nonsense.

In this episode: an extremely out of character Marty proves why he shouldn't be left without adult supervision ever.

First things first: Some quality time with Real Doc. He's talking about the Salem witch trials and how a lot of scientific principles back then were seen as magic. As he's passionately teaching about the topic, he accidentally puts his fingers into a mysterious, burning hot beaker of liquid.

I like that Doc is such a brilliant man, yet at the same time, he is. Like this. <3

As he continues his story, he says that he and Marty learned about the witch trials the hard way. (Yay, we get to see Marty! We haven't spent longer than 10 seconds with him in the last 2 episodes.)

We begin with Marty walking through town with a friend named Liz. He's super bummed because he got a C- on a music appreciation test. He crushes up the test into a little ball and throws it away, then catches sight of Jennifer talking to a popular jock and is told by Liz that Jen and Kelp (the jock) are going on a date Saturday night. Marty loses his mind. Here he is confronting a guy who could pick him up and throw him halfway across the country with little to no effort.

Marty yells at the guy to leave Jennifer alone, "or else I'll cut ya down to size."

"Whose size, McFly? Yours or a normal person's?" replies Kelp. Oooohhh, burn.

Fun fact: this episode gives us the first-ever mention of Marty's middle name! (because Jennifer angrily says his full name after he interrupts her conversation with Kelp) Prior to this, the only mention of a middle name for him is in the original draft for BTTF part II, where it's revealed to be "Hopkins"—after the Mark Hopkins hotel where he was conceived.

I'm quite glad we ended up with Martin Seamus instead. I know that Hopkins is a real name and all, but I just cannot read it without picturing a bunny rabbit. It's the "Hop" part, for sure. I can't help it.

Marty accuses Jennifer of cheating on him and forbids her to talk to him, not even allowing her to explain her side of the story. And this is where Marty's cartoon character takes his first step away from what I'd consider to be "our" Marty's characterization. I know he's impulsive and hot-headed, but I don't think that movie Marty would be as quick to jump to the conclusion that Jennifer is cheating on him.

Jennifer is not happy, and she pushes him into a nearby fountain.

Real Doc then momentarily interrupts the scene to mention what was going on with him, Clara, and the boys while Marty was busy being weird. We go back to the cartoon and find ourselves in ancient Egypt, where the family is attempting a hasty escape after Verne angered the locals by placing a giant pair of Groucho Marx glasses on the Sphinx. Just as they're about to take off, a spear is thrown at the train, damaging the flux capacitor. As the smoke from the explosion clears, we get another surprise visit from Real Doc! He should interject in these stories more often. I'll include a gif because I love how wild and prone to flailing he is in these live-action segments. He's unhinged. It's delightful.

Meanwhile, Marty is sullenly riding his hoverboard around Hill Valley, lamenting the tragic state of his life. He's just. On the hoverboard in broad daylight. He is not making good choices today.

As he rides, he also whips out a harmonica to play some blues tunes. And while I disapprove of the dangerous hoverboard usage, I DO approve of Marty knowing how to play the harmonica. I especially approve of him playing it when he's sad and have now crafted a headcanon where our "real" Marty plays it while he skateboards around town sometimes, prompting very bewildered stares from the townfolk and comments of, "Was that kid who just whizzed by playing the blues on a harmonica?"

Anyway, as much as Marty's interaction with Jen falls into the "Not Marty Behavior" category, what happens to him next is firmly in the "Very Marty Behavior" one. In his highly distracted and agitated state, he flies the hoverboard straight into a tree branch, gets spun around said branch like a hundred times, then gets catapulted through the air, across the entire Brown house property, and into Doc's garage.

LEFT: That unidentifiable circular blur is none other than our dear Marty. He is being whirled around the branch at an alarmingly high rate of speed. RIGHT: Marty sailing headfirst through the wooden door of Doc's garage.

After somewhat composing himself, a tiny mail truck-looking vehicle appears in the garage and delivers a letter to Marty. The letter contains a "scratch and listen" postcard, in which Doc informs Marty via a pre-recorded message that the malfunction with the flux capacitor has landed him and the family in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. He asks Marty to bring the DeLorean and a spare flux capacitor over to the designated time to help him at once. There's a funny moment here where Marty says to Einstein, "Okay, Einie, we'll take off right after I comb my hair," to which Postcard Message Doc yells, "I SAID AT ONCE!" (recorded messages, tv shows, radio stations, etc "replying" back to something someone has said is one of those tropes that always gets me lol)

Marty and Einie leave immediately for Salem, and upon arriving, Marty is too busy looking at a map to see where he's driving, and the DeLorean crashes straight into a lake and sinks. As Marty is flipping out, preparing for their inevitable demise, Einstein activates the car's floatation device and saves them. Good boy, Einstein. Marty meets up with Doc, and they stop to hear someone giving a speech about being able to detect witches by their "speaking in strange tongues, " having "convulsive fits," and "making devil's music." Remember this for a little later on.

I like how Einstein is wearing a hat, too.

We meet one of Biff's relatives, Goodman Tannen, and learn that Doc and the fam have been living there for a month. (It took that time for him to analyze the damaged train and build the time-traveling mail truck) Later in the evening, Clara, Marty, Einie, and the boys attend the town social while Doc stays back to work on the train repairs.

While there, Marty wanders away from Clara and is left unsupervised (never a good thing) and gets himself into trouble. He's approached by a flirtatious girl named Mercy, at which point Marty just. Goes absolutely off the rails. He starts moonwalking and twirling around and howling and calling to her and cannot control himself.

*slaps this in the NOT MARTY BEHAVIOR column*

What is happening here?

Naturally, Marty is assumed to be experiencing convulsive fits. And, I mean...yeah. Understandable. Mercy then asks Marty to take a walk with her, but he soon discovers that Mercy is Goodman Tannen's daughter, so he turns her down. Mercy is not happy at being told no. She tells her father that Marty made inappropriate advances toward her and spoke in tongues. Goodman is outraged.

Outside, Marty is playing his harmonica, which only makes things worse for him, as the music is considered by the citizens to be the result of dark influences. Marty is accused of being a witch and promptly dragged away by an angry mob. He's put on trial the next day, unanimously declared to be guilty, and sentenced to the water test.

Thankfully, Doc and the gang come up with a plan, using the DeLorean's underwater feature. After Marty is thrown into the lake, Doc rescues him in the car without any of the town's people seeing. They assume that Marty has drowned—thus, making him innocent. They're saddened at having condemned an innocent boy (except for Goodman, of course).

After arriving safely back in the present, Marty goes to apologize to Jennifer. Being wrongly accused of witchcraft has taught him the very valuable lesson of not jumping to conclusions. It turns out Jennifer wasn't going on a date with Kelp; she was just tutoring him. They hug and make up.

Back at Real Doc's lab, we learn a bit about water pressure and how it increases with depth. Doc delights us with a demonstration during which he makes some great faces.

And that's the end of our episode! I hope Marty is more Marty-like next time. I never want to see him howling at a woman again, thanks. But I did like the scene where he got spun around the tree. Also a good amount of Real Doc content in this one! He's fun. He's a fun guy. Good ol' zany Doctor Brown.

Join me next time to see Doc get thrown to the lions in ancient Rome.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf: the animated series #i hope you all can tell how much fun i'm having with this little project #watching the animated series alone? Bad. Horrible experience.#watching the animated series & sharing posts with my tumblr friends? Endless fun. High point of my week.

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socialistpunk · 1 year

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The ego and its gates: Gatekeeping as an act of violence.

I'm currently writing an essay on Man, Society and Freedom by Bakunin but before it, I wanted to point out a smaller issue that may or may not pose as an example of the state of things and the rebel individual. I'm taking about gatekeeping, specially art and theory. In this micro-essay I'm going to display the potential reasons for it, the irony in it, why is it wrong and what to do about it.

Gatekeeping, as a concept, involves limiting access to something. It can be used synonymously with words such as censoring or filtering. Gatekeeping is often utilized as a critique of news outlets, political propaganda, and the state apparatus. While it is indeed an important phenomenon, it is not the focus of this essay. Rather, this essay aims to highlight a different phenomenon—one that is produced due to the state of things, not necessarily the state itself.

Generally, mainstream media gatekeeps alternative and revolutionary art and theory, deeming it dangerous. However, we are now witnessing a reversal of this phenomenon, as alternative and revolutionary scenes become gatekeepers of what was previously kept from them by mainstream media. For practicality's sake, we will refer to this group of alternatives and revolutionaries (including punks, communists, leftists, and those outside the establishment) as comrades, and the general public as, well, the "general public."

A comrade may gatekeep a theory book, an author, or most commonly, a song, a painting, or a movie on platforms like social media, especially TikTok. They label those who engage with these works as naive or stupid, believing they may somehow harm the things they are gatekeeping simply because they are not as knowledgeable or skilled as the comrade. These judgments are often based on subjective thoughts. This phenomenon is akin to what is typically referred to as gatekeeping in communication theory*.

While watching a music video by Slowdive, I came across a comment that explicitly said, "Keep this from TikTok kids," which infuriated me. Before I explain why, let me share another example. Back when I had Twitter (before the introduction of blue checkmarks and other restrictions), I encountered a tweet showcasing books found in the TikTok Books section of a store. The original poster claimed that literature was ruined because books like Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment" were displayed alongside TikTok-famous books.

The reason this angers me is that, as a philosopher, comrade, and artist myself, the purpose of creating and consuming media for me is to break through the barriers of the original gatekeeping and the societal consciousness imposed on teenagers, kids, and people in general. When I was a child, reading was considered incredibly strange, and delving into Dostoevsky would have been even weirder (although I wish I had done so as a teenager). Even reading books like YA fiction or Harry Potter was deemed nerdy or uncool. Now that kids are starting to read more and teenagers are moving away from popular and reggaeton music to Slowdive (which serves the same purpose of pushing boundaries), we are calling for the protection from the general public of these things. Isn't it ironic

This is individualism and liberalism at its worst. Even if you are not a leftist, what is the point of gatekeeping things that you know are not mainstream? Wouldn't that allow more people to engage with the things you like? Well, yes, but the comrade would then start to like it less, as the general public makes them uncomfortable. Comrades are accustomed to crossing boundaries, but there is an abundance of art and theory to explore, and we still have a long way to go as a society. Indulging in individualism and feeding our egos will not benefit education or society as a whole.

Remember, we are constantly being gatekept by the market, an overpowering force that dictates what art we can create based on what the market and the general public desire. Gatekeeping, in terms of communication, aims to disseminate information (or disinformation) without allowing for explanations or expecting feedback—it simply exposes the information. This is the actual problem in today's democracy and social media (which I will further discuss in Bakunin's essay).

This essay addresses a minor issue that encompasses gatekeeping as a whole. I want to portray this aspect since it is often overlooked in the conventional representation of gatekeeping. While we may criticize everything gatekeeping represents in its original sense, we may, at the same time, be gatekeeping things that go against it. Revolution can only occur through the masses. So, let the masses listen to Slowdive* and read, even if it means delving into works like "Crime and Punishment," which might evoke feelings of melancholy.

*: Read "Gatekeeping (Communication)" definition on Wikipedia

*2: Slowdive may not be the best representation of leftist art, but I just want to show how the so-called alternative scene in all camps of art is gatekeeping.

#essay #dark academia #tumblr #communism #leftism #socialism #punk #mark fisher #gatekeep #art #communication #movies #sonic youth #spotify #Spotify

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TRUSTING ME BRO I COULD CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭I hope it does not disappoint... REAL THOUGH about the drama you mentioned in your tags, that's exactly how I felt reading If My Wife Becomes An Elementary School Student's title, for example, but I'm told it's wholesome☠️☠️I would love to hear about the one you were thinking of though!

I WILL BEAR IT IN MIND TO PREPARE FOR ARACHTAGON WHENEVER THE TIME COMES... totally understandable to get frustrated with RNG on top of that, RPGs can be so evil 😭😭😭still, again, I'm glad you're back to it! Also totally understandable to want to play on the original consoles... NOTHING beats the experience... the availability of playthroughs nowadays is nice for sure to be able to experience the series without investing that much!

I would LOVE to see more Normal interactions between Ichiban and Jo for real😭they have so much potential for silly moments... ever-thankful for your content and I Can't Say Enough always looking forward to whatever you might have in store :] whether it's that or something else :]

I EXPECT YOU'RE DONE WITH EPISODE EIGHT NOW AT MINIMUM SO I WILL JUST SAY the Ohashi arc and Episode Ø [<- why the hell is ep eight called this] are peak to me I am soooo glad you enjoyed the arc... LOVE the OST too, Yugo Kanno is a legend. HOWEVER all the songs on it are titled words that start with S and P so you get titles like Scarlet Pussy 😭

OH BUT SPEAKING OF SP'S WACKASS STRUCTURE pleeeeeaaaase consider watching SP: The Motion Picture and SP: The Motion Picture: The Final Episode after you finish the show... there is A Cliffhanger and those are the true conclusions to the story... and SP Final In Specific is what blew my nuts clean off...

STOPPP NO THAT'S EXACTLY THE DRAMA I WAS TALKING ABOUT BUT I DIDNT WANNA SNITCH ON MYSELF 😭😭 it really is a cute show..... im ngl it has some of my fave tsutsumi scenes/performances like it TRULY blew my expectations out of the water. i just feel SOOO awkward about it cause.. with a title like That and a premise Like That i wouldnt blame a single person for giving me a weird ass look so i generally try not to talk about it ☠️ its my guilty treat so to speak and i cant even tell if im making it sound worse than it actually is (╯x╰ )

in any case... i finished Security Police SO !!! onto After The Rain for me when it comes to Media Thats Awkward To Talk About But Please Believe Me When I Say Its Not What You're Thinking :]

LMAO PLEASE like... so long as you have the right equipment you don't even really have to do much extra grinding by the time you get to him... it truly is just hoping RNG doesnt dick you over ☠️ i've been cruising through the game since tho ! i dont expect myself to get into anymore awkward blockades anytime soon and then i can finally say i finished this game (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

THANK YA THANK YA it aint much but its honest work..... i have been real dead this week tho and i always get scared if ill draw again durin periods like this- i HOPE to come up with something soon cause there really is an untapped well of Good Stuff to be explored :]]

THE SOUND DESIGN OF SP WAS REALLY GOOD IN GENERAL THOUGH LIKE not just music wise was it good but i really loved hos inoue's migraines gave me migraines... immersion... but also just knowing when to keep things dead silent (like finding nishijima's corpse) did SOOO well to put emphasis.. the weird as hell names are just bonus points by now like. Gotta Let Bro Have SOMETHING As A Thank You For The Sound Design (╯▽╰ ;;) OH BUT IM GLAD THERE'S MOVIE TIE-INS CAUSE THE LAST SCENE HAD ME CONCERNICUS LIKE 👁️👁️? i was only able to find the first 2010 movie on the site i usually go to but its somethin...

#long post #snap chats #i remember i was telling jess about tsuma and we were texting but i just know she was textually giving me that Customer Service Smile #like im SORRYYY I DIDNT MEAN TO TALK ABOUT IT I ALWAYS SPEAK WHEN I SHOULDNT and then i never mentioned it again #well. i HAD to mention it when making that Shit I Watched list and Rest Assured i put a paragraph's worth of a disclaimer there 😭#literally not my fault the show's premise is That but it has a lot of really good scenes..... both silly and truly meaningful #i actually downloaded a whole ep just so i could clip one of my fave monologues tsutsumi gives in it 😭😭#REGARDLESS. if you dodge this drama i wouldnt blame you in the slightest like Again good luck talking about it without looking insane <- me #moving on tho..... big fan of the Lets Play era..... now my poor ass can watch people play games i want :) speedrun them too even..#but yeah no i love having gameplay vids on while i draw. not during streams of course but on my own time i watch gameplay vids #ugh its my moms birthday in like. half an hour and we're going out to eat... why cant i just watch stuff all day (╯x╰ )#IN ANY CASE im gonna go watch that sp movie so !!!! be back whenever i have the opportunity to speak again LMAO

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just-miru · 2 years

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guess who will apply for the faculty of letters?

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putting it under cut because i am sure i would reach the tag limit again if i were to write everything in the tags afaghaha

y'all!!! i finally made up my silly mind and i am so happy adfaghajka!!!!

originally, i wanted to go to med school since i was little, because i wanted to help people, and the only option i knew was medicine.

but i failed to realise some things until later last summer (still better later than never, i guess)

for one, i value my free time a lot, and by going to med school i would have kissed it goodbye adfagahha- not only that, but while i like biology and anatomy, i just can't see myself spending hours upon hours trying to memorise everything, word by word (teachers are very strict there, from what i've heard. not to mention chemistry is also pretty important there, and i absolutely despise it afgahah-)

then i decided to go for the polytechnic university (idk if that's how it translates-), because after 6 years I've finally started to like mathematics (it's so fun imo adfagahhajja), but once again i failed to realise something - even tho rn i manage way better than i did in the last few years, i still miss a lot of pretty basic yet important info-

my math teacher always makes fun of me (light-heartedly) because sometimes i solve pretty hard problems only to then mess up a simple exercise, and that only because i didn't know the formula which i should have used afgaha-

and like- i can't really go to that university where is expected of me to already know all that stuff, ya know? and it's not like i can go over 6 years of info in only 6 months either adfagaha

some people even suggested i should go for the architecture university, since i draw and stuff. i took into consider that option, but it's still a hard no for me.

for once, if we're talking about architecture, we're talking about a pretty stiff, lifeless way to draw, ya know? it won't allow me to play with shapes and fluidity much/the way i want, and these are pretty much the only reasons i love drawing in the first place-

not to mention drawing is, for me, the only activity that i do for fun, as well as the only activity i do simply because i want to. if it were to slowly become something i have to do, i would start hating it (as it happened with most things in school-).

also, i only like drawing people anyway, and it's not something i want to make a career out of, so yeah-

anyway, here's where the good part begins!!

these past few months, but especially after messing around with silly analysis of Jekyll and Hyde: the gothic musical thriller and making silly posts about that, and also after starting to mess around with song lyrics, i realised i can do the same thing with the books i had to read for school?? that was a big revelation to me afagaha

honestly it helped me a lot when i started to treat them as silly fandoms, instead of books i have to read for an exam. and then, after realising how cool the books actually are (despite all the mysoginy and sexism present in most of them - they're old books after all), i also realised how much i actually love writing essays about them!! to write those essays i must analyse the characters, find parallels, explain the symbolism of certain scenes!!! all the good stuff hehe

i still struggle with putting my thoughts into words, (but not as much as i do in english - romanian is my native language after all afaghahs), but boy once i have everything clear in my mind-

for the exam i will take this summer, an essay must have 400 words at least. meanwhile, my essays have at least 400 words when i am not even half way through- so that wouldn't be a problem. it's actually really good! i really like playing around with silly words hehe

so yeah, going to the faculty of letters might be perfect for me, because that's pretty much all i have to do! read silly books and write essays about them hehe

there's still a problem tho- i still struggle with starting to read books, even if i want to. but, hopefully, since i will be starting therapy soon, i will be able to talk about it with a professional who might also prescribe me some medicamentation, or over all help me find a way to beat the silly executive disfunction adagha-

also! i still don't know what i want to do, speaking in terms of career, but i know this faculty can open some doors, so i have options to choose something i would like.

what i also like is that this faculty allows me a fair amount of free time, so i can also look for a part time job somewhere. in case this faculty proves to not be as perfect for me as i thought, i will have a job assured until I find something else

ngl it's all very messy afaghaja, but hopefully everything will turn out ok in the end hehe

#*happy noises*

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beatnikbedlam · 2 years

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Best New Anime of 2022

(reposted from cohost)

so i had cancer this year! which apparently means i actually watched enough new anime last year to do a top ten list? so i guess this is my first anime top ten! pretty neat! i’m only gonna cover shows that premiered this year because it would be hard not to put stuff like Mob Psycho and JoJo on here and there was so much great new stuff that i wanna focus on. here goes!

10: Love Flops: this show… this fuckin’ show y’all. the first few episodes are…. A Lot. some of the horniest anime bullshit i’ve seen. it takes over half the season to really show its hand. and look, i really don’t want to spoil anything, because it has some truly great reveals, but goddamn is it an incredible fucking hand. a show that is both absolutely demented and very touching

9: Aharen-san wa Hakarenai: translates to Aharen is Incomprehensible. just a really cute, chill little romcom about a couple of goofballs and their even goofier friends. was a very nice thing to look forward to during a pretty hard summer!

8: Urusei Yatsura: i originally had Spy x Family here, but y’know what? fuck that. Lum’s Back Bay Beeee and she looks better than ever. David Productions outdid themselves here

7: Bocchi the Rock: the most i've related to a character in ages. great music, great animation, great pals

6: Chainsaw Man: not typically my vibe, but it's so good i can't help but appreciate it anyway. i have trouble with “misery parade” stuff but Chainsaw Man takes it so far that it becomes hilarious. i really love its exploration of intimacy and control, very nuanced and looks at a lot of different aspects of it. Power and Denji’s friendship is super refreshing, Makima is scary as hell, and Himeno is… unfortunately very hot. don’t @ me

5: Ya Boi Kongming: time travel is always my jam, and this is one of the best. it subverts the whole "the character is dumb bc they're from the past" thing by making the MC a master strategist from the Three Kingdoms period. there's initial confusion, but he picks up quick, and it's more about him using his stratagems to help a girl become a famous singer. it also has one of the best OPs of the year too

4: Birdie Wing: it's the Lesbian Mafia Golf anime, what do you want from me

3: Akiba Maid War: legit one of the most buckwild first episodes ever put to film. absolutely has to be seen to be believed. all i'll say is that the title is literal, and it’s majestic. #1 fuckup gang of 2022

2: My Dress-Up Darling: immaculately crafted romcom, incredible characters. more or less a perfect show, would have been my top spot if the next one hadn't come to eat its lunch a few months later. the scene on the train after the con is one of my favorite scenes in anime period

1: Call of the Night: feels like a show made specifically for me. it's a romcom, but it's moody and there's philosophical shit and vampire fights? sign me the fuck up. then there’s Anko Uguisu, who is a fucking Problem 🥵 and to top it all off, it's the most gorgeous show i’ve seen in a long time. something like Demon Slayer has really fluid action sequences with amazing effects, but it looks pretty standard otherwise. but the composition and color and detail of every shot is so carefully considered in Call of the Night, it’s really something special. truly, absolutely cannot wait for season 2. i picked up the manga and am around chapter 100 now, it’s going in some really fascinating directions

and that’s my list! i was going to make this an honorable mentions section but ended up just mentioning basically everything else new i watched lol. so here’s that:

Ranking of Kings is a show i really loved but it just didn’t quite make the cut. the ending felt a little rushed and it started getting a bit predictable, but still great if you need a good cry

Shikimori Isn’t Just a Cutie was sweet and fun but felt a little thin

Spy x Family is really well-made and totally adorable but i have to take it in small doses for some reason

Reincarnated as a Sword i had no real issues with and i’m looking forward to season 2, but it just wasn’t a top 10

Eminence in Shadow: love the farce, fuckin’ hate the MC. still not sure where i come down on it tbh

Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting: liked it, didn’t watch enough of it

Do It Yourself! is really cute but it never quite hits the highs of something like Laid Back Camp. still worthwhile if you like that kind of thing tho

Lycoris Recoil: i really enjoyed it while i was watching it, but i keep forgetting it exists tbh

and as far as returning stuff goes Mob had such a great ending, i’ve really enjoyed the Stone Ocean adaptation, i just got into Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun this year and i’m having a great time with it, reminds me so much of that 00’s Soul Eater/HxH/toonami-type shonen but much less fight focused. and of course, Uzaki-chan was fucking incredible, as expected

it’s kind of crazy how much good anime there was this year and how many i haven’t even gotten around to yet! this winter 2023 season is seeming… a bit dry so far but at least Queen Nagatoro has returned to grace us with her presence. gonna wrap it up, but if someone found this and read all the way to the end… hey, thanks! you’re great!

#anime #best anime 2022

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allianettemie5 · 2 years

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Hey there. This is a master post to this whole disaster. Is updating.

There is a fanfiction master post, where I keep track of all the fanfiction I published.

Let me finally do the introductions. My name is Tasha (she/her).

My socials (there's currently one):

Archive of Our Own (AllianettemiE5)

I have sideblogs!

@privaterecording1memes — Private Recording 1 memes blog @pr1-appreciation-month-2023 @umbertail-falcon — Reblogging whatever I find out there @batman-on-budget — Genshin Impact related stuff. Possible fanfiction in the future. @darthsnail (WIP) — for Star Wars content.

What am I doing here? There's a button to read more!

This Tumblr initially was meant for writing events, like #crewfuweek2022. Now I'm doing whatever comes to my mind, such as art, ficlets, some abstract things that my brain tells me to do at 2am.

For your (and my own) convenience I have put (and going to update) featured in this blog tags.

Some of them I want to mention here:

#allianettemie5 original. These are all the original posts from me (no reblogs). It's convenient sometimes to have this tag pinned somewhere. I DO NOT CLAIM that I am a hundred percent author of the original things that I posted about.

#allianettemie5 ask. Kinda shocked that I can add this tag atm. This makes me feel very professional, and I am scared.

#allianettemie asks others.

#private recording 1. I'm trying to get this name some more recognition, for this CC group changed my life.

#private alignment charts 1. This is my own little thingy with me making various alignment charts with some content creators from #private recording 1. Check them out, it's been so much fun making them.

#fanfiction. I write a little bit. I mean, I have grand plans, and not all of them come to life. Still, I have an account on Ao3 where I come back to once in a while.

#harry potter au. I also have this little side project. This is #private recording 1 Harry Potter AU. I don't know what it'll become in the future.

#genshin impact au. This one is #private recording 1 in the lands of Teyvat. For now it's posts about each of them getting their Visions.

Events I partook in:

#crewfuweek2022. My first ever writing events and the only one so far. I highly recommend checking it out, there's a master post for ya.

#pr1 appreciation month 2023.

Some more facts about myself:

I'm not a native English speaker, but I think I've picked it up at a decent level.

I watched the entirety of Supernatural (pain).

I tried to learn Sindarin when I was 14.

I tried to learn Klingon when I was 17.

My favorite song to play on guitar is Hey Jude, and it totally has something to do with Supernatural.

Sometimes Imagine by John Lennon is hitting something deep inside of my chest.

I consider myself a Star Wars fan (pain).

Batman Returns (1992) is a Christmas movie, one of the best, and you won't be able to convince me otherwise.

My favourite cinematic moment of all the time was and will be the scene of Eorlingas riding down the hill at the Uruk-hai with the blinding sun rising behind their backs and the music so bright and inspiring and powerful; I haven't seen more beautiful (or even matching) moment in cinema in my entire life.

I listen to movie soundtracks a lot. Here are the top-3 movies I love the soundtrack from: The Lord of The Rings (the whole trilogy), the new Star Trek trilogy, and Pirates of the Caribbean 1-3. These trilogies rule.

I'm a space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you

I want to end this post with a quote from Skadj, for some reason.

Totally about me

#masterpost #master post #2 am posts #the time has come #allianettemie5 original

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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Howdy, I am here to go for one last match-up, as I want to move on to other things in life, such as trying to post a bit more often on Tumblr. As for the final match-up I'll be going with, I am thinking of going with 1 Genshin character from Inazuma and 1 from Sumeru, if that is cool with you?

In terms of info, while it is the same from the 1B and Pro Heroes post, I do have 2 bits of new info that has happened recently, recently I tried out the MBTI 16 personally quiz. In that quiz, I ended up getting INFP-T as my result and as for the end bit of new info, I am also considering on binge watching more Anime, I started off with watching through Saiki K, then a bit of Dragon Ball, then I started watching One Punch Man, with more anime I am considering on binge watching in the future, so if you have any suggestions for which anime you want me to watch, let me know

Overall, I think that it all I want to give out, I hope you have a nice day and remember to takea break from time to time, as your mental health matters!

Hello again Mason! Thank you for the request! Oh my goodness, the number of anime recommendations I could give you! I've given you a few recommendations below (as well as a few character related ones in the match ups) but if you want a longer list let me know! I'm always down to talk about anime!

Mob Psycho 100 - 3 seasons, about 40 episodes total. Similar to Saiki K and One Punch Man, and done by the same people who did One Punch Man (both the anime and the manga).

Fullmetal Alchemist/Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood - Two different series, 1 season and about 60 episodes each. This it's my favourite anime. Both the original series and Brotherhood are good but my preference is Brotherhood as it's more faithful to the manga.

Gurren Lagann - 1 season, 24 episode. A classic robot fighting anime done by Studio Trigger with so much more to offer than you see with a first glance. An amazing story, up there with some of my favourites.

Noragami - 2 seasons, 25 episodes. A tragically underrated series full of awesome fight scenes and an endof season cliffhanger that the fandom has been stuck with for the last 8 years. Thank goodness season three might finally be confirmed!

Let me know if you watch any of them; I'd love to chat about them! Alright! Onto the actual request!

In Genshin Impact, I match up with...

Yoimiya is a firecracker in more ways than one!

She will always be pulling you around Inazuma, even if it's just to do her chores. She loves spending time with people, especially those she cares about.

Super enthusiastic about your hobbies. She thinks it's amazing how you seem to make it look so easy making ???. She's definitely had a go herself and has a new found appreciation for your skills.

I don't see Yoimiya as someone who watches a whole lot of anime but she'll be more than happy to sit down and watch with you.

Her personal favourites are energetic, optimistic sport anime like Free and Haikyuu. Also a pretty big fan of Ya Boy Kongming for the music.

Time spent with Yoimiya will never be dull. She's always got something fun to do, and something nice to say!

I also match you with...

Colei is definitely someone who would get along well with you, both in a friendship way and a romantic way.

During times when she's bed ridden, she'd love to watch you work on your projects. She may not have the ability to join you but just know that she finds your hobbies very cool!

I fell like in a modern au, Colei would be into anime a fair bit but she would have a preference towards romcom shows like Love is War and Wotakoi. I also see her as a big Sailor Moon fan!

Restful, relaxing days spent cuddled up on the couch watching anime and eating snacks.

When she can go out and about, she would love to go exploring with you. Doesn't matter where, as long as you two are together and get to find a cool, out of the way spot to relax.

Colei would also love to have picnics in the places you two have found while exploring!

All in all, a very wholesome relationship! Colei well never fail to make sure you know how much she cares for you.

#match up #anime #genshin impact #colei #yoimiya

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Summary: Sy catches you watching Magic Mike XXL again.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 1.1k

Warnings: Sy stripping, implied smut.

Authors Note: Ok, let me be clear, I’m only writing this because I love you @nashibirne and because @amberangel112 kept pestering me to do it. Plus I got to watch Magic Mike XXL again. This is very much out of my wheelhouse. It’s inspired by my husband’s reaction every time he catches me watching a Henry movie (minus the stripping of course!) He basically walks in, says something like, “Really, you’re watching this again?” then buggers off only to tease me about it later. I love him 🥰 Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading and assuring me it doesn’t suck as bad as I think it does. I’m still nervous as hell though. Anyway I hope you like it @nashibirne .

Original Post that started this mess

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Magic Sy

You hear Sy’s heavy footsteps on the stairs as he appears in living room dressed for his afternoon run. You consider pausing the movie, but you weren’t quick enough.

“Hey Darlin’, I’m heading out for… Oh for fucks sake Darlin’, really?” Sy shakes his head as he recognises the movie.

“What?” you ask innocently while pressing pause, right on Joe Manganiello’s shirtless body.

“You really watching this shit again?” Sy looks at the screen, Joe body rolling to the Backstreet Boys. It was your fav scene in the whole movie. He knows it is, he must have caught you watching it a dozen times.

Trying to suppress the smile the scene never fails to put on your face you shrug. “It’s my comfort movie.”

He looks back at you, his face a little concerned. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I’ve got cramps, going to get my period any day now.”

Skipping back to the start of the scene, you look at what Joe is wearing in the movie and look at Sy. Your eyes widen, they are wearing nearly the same thing, a singlet top and sweat pants. You press play again and Sy stands in the middle of the room, arms folded over his chest watching. He glances at you, and you bite your tongue, trying desperately not to smile. Sy barely contains his jealousy as you watch Joe throw chips in the air and pour water over his head. Sy grunts, “He can’t even dance that good, at least the other guy can dance.”

You get an idea, you know Sy, he can never back down from a challenge. “I think he can dance really well, better than most guys,” you say, allowing your voice to sound defensive.

“Bullshit,” Sy says. “I can dance better than that.”

“Go on then,” you say quickly.

Too quickly, Sy looks at you, raising his eyebrows. He stalks over to you, grabs the remote, pausing the tv. He leans over you, caging you between his bare arms, his eyes narrow, “Is that what you want, Darlin’? You want your old man to strip for ya.”

You bite your lip, and nod, already he was turning you on far more than the movie ever could.

Sy growls, “Gimmie your phone.” You hand it to him and still holding himself over you with one hand resting on the couch, you see him open Spotify and connect to the speakers.

The first sounds of the guitar come through the speakers your eyes go wide, Sy hands your phone back, and smirking moves across the room. You shake your head but can’t stop the grin as AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long plays loudly. Sy faces away from you and when the drum hits, he starts moving banging his head in time with the music, tapping the beat with his foot. He adds a hip movement, shaking his ass from side to side, lifting the back of his top above his butt, so you get a good look at his ass in his grey sweatpants.

“Oh my God!” you giggle.

Looking over his shoulder he narrows his eyes and curls his lip into a smirk, trying to do a sexy look. You cover your mouth with your hands and clench your thighs together. You can’t stop laughing but you can’t deny that he was also making you hot. You worry, Sy will think you were laughing at him, but you saw the way his cheeks creased, and you knew he was trying not to laugh himself.

Just as Brian Johnson’s voice came in Sy jumped in the air turning around to face you.

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean…

He ran his hand down his chest while trying to body roll. You almost burst trying to hold in your laughter. He widened his stance, bending his knees like he was doing his squats for exercise, while rolling his hips.

You squeal, “Oh my God! Stop!”

Sy shook his head, slapping his thighs as you peal into laughter. He stands tall again grinning, lifting the front of his top over his head but still leaving it on. You stop laughing as he walks over to you, grabs your hand and runs it over his pecs. You weren’t laughing now, his firm furry chest always got you and you licked your lips as he made you touch him, all the way down his fuzzy trail,

Sy knew what he was doing, teasing you, he let your hand go before reaching his pants. While the chorus played, he kicked off his sneakers then pointed at you before dropping to the floor. He began to show off with one armed push ups, locking his eyes onto yours, grunting as he swaps from one arm to the other.

Still holding your gaze Sy commando crawls along the carpet to you, lip curling into a snarl, his eyes hungrily raking over your body. Your breath was coming fast as he pushes your knees apart roughly and kneels between your legs.

Gripping your ass in his hands he manhandles your body until your rapidly dampening pussy presses against him. Smiling smugly, he says, “Told ya, your old man can dance.”

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly.

“Better than that asshole?” he asks jerking his head at the tv. You feel his hips moving, creating delicious friction against your throbbing clit.

“Way better,” you pant.

Sy grabs the front of your shirt in his fist, bringing your body close, his face an inch from yours. He runs his tongue over your lips, and you moan, your hips buck against him. “Good,” Sy growls. Suddenly, he lets you go, pulling his shirt back down and putting his shoes back on.

“What the fuck Sy?” you say confused. “What are you doing?”

“Goin’ for my run,” he says casually.

You splutter, “Um, no. You can’t go now!”

“Why not?” Sy says, he stops putting his shoes on and comes back close to you, kneeling between your legs again. “You need somethin’, Darlin’?”

You nod. God, he was such an arrogant bastard sometimes, but fuck, you loved it.

“Tell me,” Sy says, he loved it when you were desperate for him, when you begged for him.

“Fuck me, Sy,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and waist, grinding against him. “Please,” you pouted, teasing him yourself.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he lifted you off the couch carrying you off towards the bedroom. “I suppose I can get my cardio in this way.”

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