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jean-kayak · 4 years ago

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Anon Request: Okay but the thicc black gf hc’s got me like 🥵

Can I request a pt. 2 with Atsumu, Daichi, Kyotani, and Kuroo saying “Let’s get married” after getting blessed with the Wap? 🥺

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Daichi Sawamura, Kyoutani Kentaro, Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: Lmao, I did not expect those to do so well lmao, so here you go

Part one is here

🏐Coming straight out the gate with hickies

🏐This man loves to cover you in marks, I mean, there's so much of you, how could he not?

🏐He spends a huge portion of his time biting and sucking at your skin, darkening the marks that are starting to lighten or putting more marks on an empty part of your skin

🏐He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when he goes down on you, and he does this a lot

🏐He also can't get over how soaked you get when he goes down on you, and he definitely feels like he might drown, but if that's how he goes out 🤷🏽‍♀️

🏐If he comes home after a game and you're just in his jersey, he'll fuck you wherever you are, this could be the living room, kitchen, bathroom, it does not matter

🏐He's a thigh and ass man so expect him to constantly give them a little slap and they're random too especially if they're exposed

🏐The only place you're allowed to sit is his lap, no exceptions

🏐Expect him to always have his hands on you no matter what you do, he'll rub all over your body, sometimes not even knowing he's doing it

🏐He promises that he already was falling in love with you after the first time you gave him head

🏐You just wanted to help him relieve some stress after a hard loss. And girl did you

🏐He's never cum so fast in his life, and he's pretty sure he blacked out in the middle of it

🏐The first thing he remembers is how amazing your mouth felt around him and the last thing he remembers is his orgasm literally feeling like he was hit by a mac truck

🏐The first time y'all fucked he thought he was being sent to another world

🏐He let you take the reins, letting you sink down on him, but he was so overwhelmed by how tight and wet you are that it didn't last long

🏐So, it isn't long until he's flipping you over so fast that you're almost dizzy from the movement, and he's gripping your thighs as he pounds into you like a mad man

🏐The only thing he can really focus on is how your slick is soaking him and the bed and on the fact he's about to cum embarrassingly fast

🏐He tries to holds back, but it's he swears it's impossible, and he cums so hard that he literally falls on top of you

🏐He's a little ashamed that he finished so fast, and this man has the audacity to act sheepish as he lifts his head up with a chuckle

🏐"So, how ya feel about getting married?"

🏅Always makes you sit in his lap after a long day at work, loves rubbing all over your curves

🏅And if he gets really relaxed, he gets really handsy 😏

🏅Having the comfortable weight on top of you always makes him feel relaxed, like everything that was weighing him down just lifts away

🏅So, you'll just be sitting there absentmindedly watching TV or scrolling on your phone, and he'll suddenly move you so that you're straddling him

🏅One hand'll be rubbing your hip softly while the other works its way into your shorts

🏅The lazy, tired look in his eyes goes dark because he still can't get over how wet you get in such a short time

🏅He instantly gets hard at the sight of his hand and his wrist shiny with your slick when you cum, his dick straining painfully against his pants

🏅And you can still see a hint of tension and stress in his shoulders, so you make it your job to get rid of it

🏅He's more than happy to help you get his pants and briefs down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach

🏅And literally, all you do is swirl your tongue around the head, and he's already melting

🏅He literally hasn't been able to comprehend how amazing your head game is lmaooo

🏅Like it literally takes nothing, and he's already cumming down your throat

🏅His body is literally sunk into the couch like you sucked the life out of him

🏅And he still can't even get over you when he has sex with you

🏅He doesn't even know where to start lmao

🏅It literally takes a small amount of foreplay and you're already soaked, nearly no resistance when he slides into you

🏅And he almost cums from that alone

🏅He actually has to wait for a few before he moves, wanting to make sure that it's as good for you as it is for him

🏅He doesn't even try to fight the noises that come out of him when he finally does move and he can't help but be vocal at how warm and wet you are around him

🏅He cums after a few thrusts into your soaking cunt, his body going limp also

🏅"Yeah, I'm marrying you."

😠The first time he met you, he definitely was stuck in time for a little bit

😠When you guys start dating, he's petty and rubs it everyone's faces (mainly Iwaizumi lmfao)

😠And he couldn't help but stare at you, his mind distracted his whole game

😠Koganegawa finally noticed that he was staring at you so he introduced the two of you

😠He tried to tone down his angry persona that he gives off, and he was surprised to find that it didn't really scare you off

😠His favorite part about you is everything because there's so much of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your ass

😠You can practically feel his eyes boring into you when you walk around

😠He loves to lay on your ass, it's the first thing he does when he gets out of the shower after his games. He's actually fallen asleep multiple times 💀

😠When he's angry after a tough game, he'll take it out on you by eating you out like you're the last meal on Earth

😠He always groans loudly whenever he sees how ridiculously soaked you get no matter how many times he goes down on you

😠He also can't help how loud he is whenever you go down on him

😠It literally takes like a few bops of your head, sinking him further into your mouth and he already feels his orgasm approaching

😠His hands instantly grip your hair, fucking your throat

😠And you're surprised when it seems like he's pulling you off of him like a second later, his body tensing as he cums

😠He's a little embarrassed that he came so fast, but it's literally the best head he's ever had, and he tells you that as you have to tell him that there's nothing wrong with that lol

😠But then he had sex with you, and that's when he thought you would kill him

😠He was already in awe at how you seem to be soaking wet in no time, but when he slid into you, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs

😠He can't help but ram into you, not wanting to be away from the euphoria of your pussy for long, and he can't help but look down to see how you suck him back in every time

😠And he feels his climax coming faster than when you sucked him off, and he usually doesn't moan, but he feels like he can't do anything else but

😠He feels lightheaded when he cums, and he finishes so fast that he feels his face heat up even more as he hides it

😠He'll become so shy lol. "Wanna get married?"

🧪He had some event that he was supposed to go to for work that he did not want to go to, but he had to

🧪He's pretty bored, deciding that in the next ten minutes he's going to get out of there, but then his eyes land on you

🧪He's pretty sure his eyes are bugging out of his head, and he's already making his way over to you almost immediately

🧪He's more than ecstatic when you seem to feel the same way, feeling a lot better about coming to this stupid thing when he leaves with your number

🧪He's trying to be a smooth talker, but he finds it nearly hopeless as his eyes roam shamelessly over your figure while wondering why he's never heard of you before

🧪After you start dating, he's always coming home from a stressful day at work and flopping on top of you, burying his face in your boobs

🧪"Tetsu, can you breathe?" He only shrugs, keeping his face down. "Doesn't matter."

🧪He'll lay in between your thighs all the time, sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be between them either watching TV or on his phone

🧪He was already smitten with you and how you looked, but the first time you gave him head, he really was about to buy you anything you wanted for the rest of your life

🧪You had barely done anything but it seemed like you were doing so much at the same time, having so many things to focus on

🧪He didn't know whether to focus on your tongue swirling around him or how deep you took him, but all he knows is that he's cumming instantly

🧪You actually have to check on him because he's not really moving, claiming that you killed him 💀

🧪Another thing he has trouble figuring out to focus on is when he goes down on you

🧪He loves when your plush thighs squeeze his head, warming his ears, but he also loves how much slick you're producing, coating the entire lower half of his face

🧪Sometimes you don't know if he goes down on you for his pleasure or yours because sometimes he's louder than you are

🧪He also loves when your taste literally floods his tongue, and he could literally stay in between your legs for hours

🧪But he really thought you might kill him when you finally sleep together

🧪He already thought you felt amazing around his tongue, but when he very easily enters you, he lets out the loudest moan

🧪He can already feel his orgasm coming at how wet you are and how your walls are pulsing around him

🧪He cums ridiculously fast, and if you don't cum he will definitely make it up to you because of how good you made him feel

🧪"So, I'm gonna need your ring size for when I propose to you."

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everything-is-by-design · 5 years ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Female reader. I had an urge to write some smut after a long hiatus. I hope it’s not too shit. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5k

Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Just straight up smut, dom!cas, some kinky shit too.

Reader has been suffering from nightmares while a horny Castiel dreams about everything he wants to do to the reader. Cas gets his wish and the reader finally has a good dream. Duel point of view.

Castiel sighed as he thought about his day. The four of you had gone on a hunt and things had gotten rather hairy. He remembered doing his best to protect you from harm and the feeling of relief when he knew you were safe. He looked down the hallway and it seemed to stretch out before him. He wanted to go into your room and check on you. But no, he wanted to do more than that. He wanted to hold you and touch you. A shiver passed through his body as he daydreamed about being more than a little intimate with you. He wanted to push you up against the wall and hold your hands above your head. He wanted to pleasure your cunt and make you look at him while he did it. Castiel leaned against the wall of the bunker for support as his breathing quickened exponentially. “Why, Father? Why her? Why someone I can’t get away from?”

Castiel walked down the hallway slowly, thinking of your naked body up against his, your hands tied behind your back. He thought of fucking you senseless and you screaming out his name like some kind of unholy prayer. Castiel covered his face with his hands, “If I knew having a Mate was going to be this infuriating, I would have opted out of it all together.”

He hung his head low and slumped his shoulders down. As if in defeat. When suddenly, he heard distress coming from your room. You were his first priority, he could worry about his urges another time. He walked quickly to your room and knocked firmly on your door…

“I’m coming to get you. I’m coming to get you. I’m coming to hurt you. I’m coming to kill you.” A horrible smoke beast shrieked at the top of its lungs as it hurdled towards you. You ran as fast as you could until reaching the end of the road; a cliff. With the monster close at your heels you had two choices. Fight or die. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to decide because the earth crumbled underneath you. You tried to scream as you fell, but nothing came out. Then everything went black.

You shot up in bed, breathing ragged and sweat pouring down your face. Your pillow was soaked with sweat and you noticed your fists curled around the blankets, knuckled white as a sheet. Before you could get your barring, you heard three raps at your door. You slowly started to realize where you were; the bunker. Your voice shook when you answered, “Y-Yes?”

“Can I come in?” You heard a gruff voice say from the other side of the door.

“Yes,” You said, trying to keep your voice steady. The door opened and a confused Castiel entered your room. He shut the door behind him which, oddly, made you start to hyperventilate. You couldn’t help but feel invisible walls closing in around you. “Hi, Cas.”

“Are you alright, Y/N? You’re heartbeat is elevated and your breathing is rapid.” Castiel’s brow was slightly furrowed as he studied your current state. You gestured for him to sit on the end of your bed and he complied.

“I’m f-fine,” You cursed yourself for stuttering in his presence. You never liked to show weakness around angels, especially Castiel. You’d been drawn to him since you first met the Winchesters but you refused to show it. There could be nothing good regarding loving an angel. And yet, you always found yourself entranced.

“If you tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help,” Castiel offered.

“I had…a bad dream,” You said, making eye contact with him for a split second and then looking away.

Shock spread over his face, “Does this normally happen when you have nightmares?”

“Every time, yes,” You nodded.

“How often does it happen?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

“Every night,” You said, feeling a rather unpleasant shiver run down your spine.

His eyes widened slightly. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

You shrugged, letting go of your blankets and gestured towards him. “What could you have done? Made some warm milk? Made me a lavender eye pillow? Nothing helps. Look,” you paused, opening your bedside table’s drawer. You reached in and pulled out a small pill bottle. You shook the canister in front of him. “Even these little fuckers don’t help.”

“Clearly, this has gotten out of hand. We could have called Rowena, she might have had a spell that would help.” Castiel moved a little closer to you in an attempt to be comforting.

“That wouldn’t have worked either,” You spat. You drew back, shocked at your attitude towards this whole thing. It wasn’t like it was Castiel’s fault. You didn’t apologize to him but you tried to relax your tense muscles a bit.

“Why not?” Castiel asked, getting a little frustrated with your attitude.

“It’s like the monsters in my dreams know that I’m alone. They know that I’m an easy target. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. I don’t know if I’ve been cursed or what, but I’m so tired, I just want to sleep.” You couldn’t help the few tears that escaped your eyes and ran down your cheeks. This seemed to greatly alarm the angel and he reached out a hand and laid it on your arm. The moment his skin made contact with yours, you felt an intense jet of energy spread through you. He looked at his hand, did he feel that too?

He moved even closer to you and using his other hand, wiped away your tears. He drew back his hand and a bright shine of blush passed over his cheeks. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and didn’t make eye contact. “Uh, would it be helpful if I stayed with you for the rest of the night?”

Your heart, that had relatively calmed down by now, started beating faster again. But this time it wasn’t from fear. He seemed to notice and gestured as if to take back his offer. You did something out of the ordinary and grabbed onto his hand. “Stay, please.”

He blinked and his flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. He stood and grabbed a chair and brought it to face the bed.

You narrowed your eyes, “So, what? You’re just gonna sit there and stare at me?”

Castiel looked at the chair and then to the empty side of your bed. “Do you have another idea?”

It was your turn to blush this time. You ran your fingers through your hair and shrugged, “Well, um, you could sit next to me, on the, uh, bed.”

He gulped, looking nervous. Cas thought about what he’d rather be doing to you instead of sleeping. A small bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck, betraying him. Castiel cursed himself as this was not the time to think about such things. He nodded and walked around to the other side of the room. He kicked off his shoes and took off his trench coat. Shit, he was taking off his clothes. You felt pressure welling up inside your lower abdomen and silently scolded your cooter for getting excited. He was an angel, he probably had never been intimate with a human before. He probably looked down on such a carnal act. You drew back the blankets for him and he blinked a few times at your action. The bed sunk where he sat and he leaned against the headboard.

You put the blankets up over him and yourself as you got cozy again. Castiel shimmied down the bed so he was lying down too as if to copy you. Like he didn’t know any sleep etiquette. He put his hands behind his head and let out a slightly shaky sigh. Cas found himself almost in a state of prayer to himself as he fought with his own mind. How he’d love to drive you into the bed, pumping in and out of your tight, wet pussy like a jackhammer. Castiel glanced downwards and was glad the blankets were covering his erection. You decided to just take the plunge into being extremely uncomfortable and asked him the question that had been burning through your head. “So, is this your first time in bed with a human?”

He drew in air sharply and held it there. You stared up at him while he kept his gaze on the ceiling. He exhaled heavily and replied, “No. Well, sort of.”

Instant jealousy spread through your body which made you prop yourself up on your arm to get a better look at him. “Who popped your cherry?”

This time he did look at you, “My what?”

You widened your eyes in embarrassment. How on earth were you going to explain that in a different way? “Uh, your virginity?”

And just like that he snapped his gaze away from you once again. His chest rose and fell slowly, like he kept holding his breath and forgetting to release it. “It was with a reaper. I thought she was a human at the time. I was human too back then. So, I wouldn’t have even known what she was without my Grace. We had intercourse, which was enjoyable,” He paused and rubbed his eyes with his hand. “And then she stabbed me.”

“Like literally?” You gaped at him, feeling a little less jealous.

He kept his hand over his face but you could see a faint smile on his lips, “Yes, she actually stabbed me. In my chest. With my angel blade.”

You covered your mouth with your hand. “Why? Was…was it because of the sex?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips and he met your eyes with his again. “No, she enjoyed that part. She wanted information from me and used sex and warm clothing to seduce me. I was living on the street at the time.”

You let all of that information wash over you and then smiled at him, “I was definitely not expecting any of that.”

“What were you expecting?” Castiel asked, looking sideways at you.

“I don’t know, maybe something a little less violent,” You offered. He turned on his side to face you. You leaned back a bit, becoming a little flustered by his proximity.

“Well, is this your first time in bed with an angel?” He asked and then immediately recoiled, as if he felt his question was inappropriate. He silently begged you to say yes. Castiel cringed at the thought of another angel claiming you. You were meant to be his.

“It’s okay,” You reassured him. “It’s only fair. Yes, this is my first time, uh, in bed with an angel.”

You both were a little flustered and laid on your backs away from each other. “Maybe we should—”

“I’m glad it’s you,” You said before you could stop yourself. You turned and saw that he was watching you. You were sure that your face was beet red by now but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I am too,” Castiel said very quietly, almost inaudible.

“Would you be upset if my answer was different?” You asked, more to yourself then to him.

A strange kind of rage pulsed through him and he grabbed onto your arm. He pressed his forehead to yours and breathed heavily. “You’re not meant for anyone else, Y/N.”

You blinked, “What? What does that mean?”

Castiel couldn’t help himself at this point. He lifted your chin and your lips met in a very intense and desperate kiss. When he broke the kiss, he felt out of breath. He wanted you. He needed you. “You’re meant to be mine.”

“Says who?” You asked, a little exasperated.

“My father, he assigned our Mates,” Castiel said in a low and hushed voice. He imagined bending you over the desk on the other side of the room. He couldn’t control himself.

A thousand questions spread through your mind but as you looked in his eyes, you felt relief. You had felt a pull to him too, a great longing, a burning lust. And now that he had confirmed his feelings towards you too, you knew there had to be a reason behind it. You answered him by kissing him again, passionately. You laced your fingers in his hair and bit on his bottom lip. He moaned into you and you could feel the atmosphere getting lighter by the second. All that fear and pain from before had vanished. He was meant to be yours. You broke the kiss and he looked a bit shaken up. “I don’t want to spoil the moment but—”

A yawn hit you in the middle of your sentence and his eyes softened almost instantly. Cas didn’t want to stop. He wanted to ravage you right here and now, but he remembered how exhausted you were. Cas wanted you to be awake and alert and able to enjoy him fucking you. He let out a soft sigh, “Get some sleep, Y/N. We can continue this tomorrow.”

You snuggled in close to him and wrapped your arm around his chest. He held onto your back with one hand and with the other he held your arm. He kissed your forehead as you relaxed into him. Castiel eased up a bit, feeling relieved that he got a chance to tell you his feelings. He sighed happily, looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.

As you both drifted off to sleep you found yourself in another dream world. This world was different than the last though. There was no darkness, and no panic or fear. And absolutely no smoke creatures trying to eat you. You stood in a field of white and yellow flowers. You walked through it, letting your fingers touch the tall plants on your way. You stopped after a few minutes when you came to a four poster bed with white mesh-like drapes. You studied the bed; it had white crisp sheets, fluffy pillows and a lush duvet.

“Hello?” You heard a voice from behind the bed. You looked closer and saw huge feathered appendages appear from around the corner of the bed. They were attached to a very familiar face. “Y/N?”

You giggled, “Cas? What are you wearing?”

Castiel was clad in a white dress shirt, that was unbuttoned to reveal his torso and white pants. He was barefoot. He looked down, “Uh…”

You took that moment to study your own attire. You wore a light ivory sundress. It flowed around you gently. You wondered how because there wasn’t a breeze. You looked back up at Castiel, “Why are you hiding?”

He mumbled something inaudible.

“Yeah, I didn’t hear that,” You said.

“My wings, they’re kind of private. I can’t make them go away.” Castiel tried folding them behind his back but they kept popping out, almost like they were trying to get a better look at you.

You scratched your head, “Well, aren’t we supposed to be Mates? Shouldn’t I be allowed to see them?”

You heard him sigh, “Yes, you are, but I don’t want you to be afraid.”

This confused you a bit. You made a move forward but he held out his hand to stop you.

“Don’t,” Castiel urged.

“Cas,” You said, concern filling your voice. “Why would I be afraid?”

“This body is not my true form. For some reason my wings have come through in their true form. Not size wise, I mean my true form is colossal.”

“Okay, well I’ll be open minded then,” You said, hoping he’d let you see them. Castiel looked at you for a solid minute, his thoughts running through his mind at full force. You looked at him expectantly. Eventually he nodded and you approached. The angel stepped out from behind the bed post. You stood in front of him, a few feet apart. Castiel made a twitch-like movement and unfurled his wings. They spread wide, stretching and reaching as far as they could.

You stepped back, not out of fear, but out of wonder. You wanted to see all of them. They weren’t plain or white either. The huge wings stretched about eight feet long. His wings aren’t what you’d expected. Two sets of deep blue wings protruded from his shoulder blades. They weren’t a light blue or a navy blue. No, they were so dark it seemed as if they were black. A beautiful midnight blue, and contained within each feather were stars, some bursting into supernovas and some swirling into small galaxies. Along the top of his wings, where the bones resided were eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were human or animal eyes but they seemed to be cat-like with an amber iris.

You were stunned, mouth gaping, and a hand outstretched. Castiel flinched when your fingers made contact with his feathers. “Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

He watched you closely as you marvelled at his wings. “No, it’s just that…no one has ever touched them except me.”

“Oh,” You withdrew your hand, feeling a bit embarrassed that you’d done that. Castiel caught your hand though. He held your arm firm in his grasp but not tight enough to harm you. You looked up at him, he seemed a bit taller in this world. “I’m sorry, I should have asked first.”

His gaze was cast down upon you hungrily, “Don’t stop.”

He released your hand and you proceeded to run your fingers through his feathers. As you moved through the long yet light feathers, you stared in awe at the stars held within. You had so many questions. You could barely comprehend them as it was, you were sure that nothing would help you understand them, so you just took them in as they were. You looked up to the angel and were surprised to find tears rolling down your cheeks. Castiel wiped them away and held your face in his hands. He looked concerned. This was not the reaction he thought he would receive.

“You’re s-so beautiful,” You stammered. Castiel enclosed the both of you in among his wings, wrapping them around you as he pulled you into his chest. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s alright, little one, I understand.” Castiel kissed your forehead and slowly unfurled his wings to release you.

You pointed at the eyes on the wings, “Can you, uh, see out of those?”

He smiled lazily, moving to lean against the bedpost again. He folded his arms across his chest. “Not really. They see events of the past, present, and future. They are the Eyes of Knowledge.”

You nodded. You looked around the field and then up into the sky where twin suns shone on the flowers below. “Where are we?”

“I’m not sure. I know we’re asleep. This must be some kind of dream realm.” Castiel said, looking around.

“Why the bed though?” You pondered, walking closer to the middle of the it. You caught the angel staring at you.

“Can you not think of a reason?” A sly smile creeped over his face. This was not a side of Castiel you were used to seeing.

You were a little shocked, “So, did we both conjure the bed or am I just that horny?”

“I think it was a joint effort,” Castiel said, slowly walking towards you. He placed his hands on your hips when he reached you and squeezed. The sensation sending shivers down to your core. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you?”

More shivers. “But it’s not even real. We’re asleep.”

“Well, we can always do it again when we’re awake,” Castiel shrugged. “Who said dreams weren’t real?”

He spun around, picking you up, and tossing you on the bed. You let out a small yelp of surprise. You sighed happily a little as you realized that maybe angels did enjoy primal acts of passion such as the one that was soon to follow. And the idea that Castiel was dominant and strong in bed rather than soft and gentle was a huge turn on. The hunger in his expression elicited more pressure in your abdomen, a familiar sensation that filled you often when he was around. “What are you thinking about?”

He shrugged, “Tearing off that pretty white dress of yours.”

You half laughed, “O-Okay. How often have you thought about this?”

“Ever since I laid eyes on you. We’re both able to sense the Mate bond but I feel it more intensely than you. So, I’ve been in heat for a few months now.” Castiel managed to shrug off his shirt over his wings. Your eyes glazed over as you took in his chest and abs. Holy abs. Not too defined but still chiseled to perfection.

You snapped out of your daze when his words washed over you again. “Wait, you’ve known about this for months? Why did you wait until now to tell me?”

“Would it have made a difference?” Castiel asked, sounding a little sad.

“Yes! I have feelings for you, I want to be yours, I want you to touch me like how we both daydream about. I’ve been going to bed for months with a vibrator when I could have had the real thing?” You were a tad exasperated with him.

You playfully smacked his shoulder. He caught your arm once again, “Play nice, kitty.”

Castiel moved over you, climbing up onto the bed, still holding onto your wrist. He gently, but firmly pushed you down onto the bed. Oh god, was this it? After months of waiting for this very moment, this was finally it? You prayed silently to not wake up and find him missing from your room. You felt the anticipation building and your pussy was slick with excitement and arousal.

Castiel raised your wrist above your head and then nodded at the other one. You willingly gave the angel your other arm. He held both of your wrists with one hand while his free hand wandered downwards. Before he reached your pussy, he paused, “Do you want me?”

You breathed heavily, “Uh huh.”

He shook his head, “I need an actual answer, Y/N.”

You smiled, “Yes, Castiel, I want you.”

He grinned, “That’s a good girl.”

You arched your back up and pressed your body into his at the sound of his words.

“Ah, you like that, don’t you?” Castiel asked as he lightly pressed his fingers against the white lace panties you were wearing. Your answer came as small whimper but it wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for. Sarcasm heavily coated his words, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again.”

“Y-Yes, I like it,” You shuddered.

“Better, could use some work though,” He breathed into your ear. “Can you tell me your safe words?”

Your breathing was fast, “How do you know about safe words?”

He looked a little offended, “I’ve done my research. Go on.”

“Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop.”

Castiel nodded, keeping his eyes trained on your panties. “Are you going to do as you’re told, Y/N?”

“Yes,” You answered audibly this time.

“Yes, what?” He asked, pressing his thumb into your clit over your panties.

A slight panic filled you as you hadn’t discussed a title for him. What should you call him? Angel? Lord? You had no idea and you were sure that any wrong answer would earn you a smack on your ass. Not that that would be a problem for you, but still. You took a short breath and just went with the most generic title you could think of. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Castiel said, sitting up and undoing his belt. He motioned for you to move up to the head of the bed and you complied, shifting up towards the headboard. “Give me your hands.”

You did as you were told. Castiel bound your hands with the belt. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you down so you fell on your back. He lifted your hands above your head. You tried to slow your breathing as you awaited further orders.

Castiel lifted your chin with his hand so that you were at eye level with him. “Move your hands and I’ll stop touching you, understand?”

Excitement and anticipation rolled through you and you answered him breathlessly. “We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

Although Castiel was smiling, his grip on your chin tightened and he cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” You said. Castiel’s lips hovered over yours. You tried to reach for them but he pulled away. His hand traveled downwards again. He tugged on your panties and slowly slipped them down your legs. Once they were off he moved back up to your head.

“Open,” He ordered, seeming to get a thrill out of your obedience. You opened your mouth and he stuffed the panties in. Pins and needles shot through you and you revelled in the sensation, pushing your hips up against the angel again. Castiel slipped his hands between your thighs and studied your reaction. “Spread you legs for me, little one.”

Once you opened yourself to him that animal hunger returned to his expression. He lifted your dress up and over your head and hands. He kissed your chest, grabbing onto your breasts and giving your nipples a hard pinch. You moaned against him, desperately trying to lean in closer to him. His lips trailed kisses down your chest and abdomen until he reached your folds. “Oh my god, Cas.”

Your words were muffled by the panties but you couldn’t help it. He ran his tongue up your slick cunt and began to suck on your clit. You flinched, almost bringing down your arms but catching yourself. No way in hell did you want him to stop now. He pushed your legs further apart as he pleasured you, eventually slipping a finger into your pussy. He curled it up and and thrust it in and out of you. You moaned desperately against the fabric of your panties. He didn’t hesitate before slipping in another finger, stretching you a little. On and on he went until waves of bliss threatened to betray you. You trembled which clued him in. He lifted his head from between your legs, still pounding his fingers into you.

“I’m sorry, were you about to cum without permission?” He growled. Three fingers now. You fought your orgasm, desperately wanting to please him but also wanting the punishment. Your toes curled as he pushed in a fourth finger and you writhed and squirmed beneath him in desperation. You mumbled against the panties. Castiel removed them, “I didn’t catch that.”

“Please, Cas. Please can I cum?” You almost shouted. His hungry eyes cut into yours like a knife.

“Go on, then,” He offered. You released the pressure holding you there and your orgasm hit you like a train. You cried out in serene pleasure, your body twitching from the sensation. Castiel then removed his pants and tossed them on the ground, crawling up over you. He pressed the tip of his cock against your folds and held himself there. Cas revelled in the moment. For so long he had wanted this, wanted you, and now you lay before him completely at his mercy. He couldn’t bare it anymore and with one swift thrust, he was inside of you.

You let out a guttural moan at his entrance into your body. He started slow, with rough thrusts every few seconds. He pushed into you, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Oh, Cas, fuck—”

“Tell me what you want,” Cas growled, leaning over you. He tugged at your hair, pulling your head back so that he could kiss your neck. You felt a new sensation enter the mix. A high vibration hit your clit and you yelped at the contact. It felt like a vibrator, but so much more powerful. You tried to reign in your senses to get a better feel at where Cas’ hands were. He had one on your hip and the other gently grasping your throat. Then what the hell was that vibration. It picked up speed to the point where you were sure you were going to cum.

“Cas, I’m going to cum, I can’t help it,” You whimpered.

“Resist it,” He urged. The vibration seemed to split into two and with another thrust it penetrated your ass. You couldn’t help but cry out at the top of your lungs. What was happening? You were so overwhelmed by pleasure you thought you were going to black out. Castiel thrusted harder and faster into you relentlessly and without mercy.

You were moaning so loud you were surprised that you didn’t wake your sleeping self. You tried resisting the urge to orgasm but to no avail, it was coming and it was going to hit you hard. Castiel’s body twitched as he felt his own orgasm begin to consume him. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last and begged him to let you cum. “P-Please, Cas.”

“Yes, cum for me,” He said breathlessly as your orgasms hit you with a force unlike any other. You cried out desperately and Cas growled into the nape of your neck. He bit down hard on your skin as his cum filled your pussy. He moaned against you and fell next to you. He undid his belt and threw it aside, bringing your wrists to his lips and placing soft kisses there. He then drew you in and wrapped his wings around you to keep you warm.

The soft feathers tickled you. “Cas, what was that vibration?”

He chuckled, “It was my Grace.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you marvelled at the idea. You both breathed heavily and Cas kissed your forehead gently as you both fell off to sleep.

You both woke up back in your bed in the bunker and your eyes met. Your panties were drenched with cum and his eyes were tinted dark as if the hunger had never left. You rolled over and moved to straddle him, “My turn.”

Castiel let a devilish grin streak across his face before the intensity started all over again.

#castiel x reader #dom!cas #sub!reader #castiel fanfiction #smut #reader insert fanfiction #castiel #supernatural

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prongsmydeer · 4 years ago

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Ayesha Liveblogs Class Action Park

“Gene was effectively kicked off of Wall street. So he did what anybody in this situation would do... buy up two ski resorts in Vernon, New Jersey.” That’s how I deal with all my career-related angst

“Gene turned to his old buddy Bob Brennan, always there to find cash or investors any time Gene had a wild new idea” bdjdjjfkdbf find u a friend like Bob, I guess?

“Who we got? How about these teenage employees” oh NOOO

If your employer makes you call him Uncle maybe that’s a warning sign

Gene giving his teen employees $100 every time he puts their lives in unparalleled danger has a similar energy as my dad giving me $5 when I was sad but 150 million times worse

You know, if they had advertised the slide as a slide that could bite you like a shark, they might’ve been able to play off the teeth thing in their stride (in any case Slidey McBitey did not slow them down?)

“You couldn’t go down the canonball loop if you were too small, you couldn’t go down if you were too big” the Goldilocks of Dangerous Water Park Features

The way that everyone in this documentary says ‘water’ as ‘worder’ is very Jersey

I mean it absolutely doesn’t surprise me that there were no engineers involved in this but wow that’s a choice

The animations in this documentary in place of stock footage are truly on another level:

The accompanying dialogue to these images: People who Six Flags or Disney wanted nothing to do with; these guys would literally track Gene down at amusement industry conventions. You can tell these guys went and did bumps of coke and went just [unintelligentible] fuckin’ let’s just drill a slide right in the fuckin’ middle of the mountain and it’ll shoot ‘em 20 feet in the fuckin’ air--

“It was not fit for a safe ride by the average person in public” you don’t say, Bob Krauhlik, Head Lifeguard

I mean those like... bubbles for people to roll around in exist? Why couldn’t Gene have invested money in developing those in the seventies and just had people go down a very slight hill? Must EVERYTHING in this park be a deathtrap

The fact the Ball Man (presumably) survived the ride collapse, the freeway, and falling into a swamp,,, invincible

“We started sending employees off of [the airborne slide]” These guys really needed a union

“He’s gone on to lead a normal life” jhfkjhkjf the disclaimer

Honestly a built-in bidet/lota situation in a water slide doesn’t sound bad

Gene fulfilling my lifelong dream to get to lay on the baggage rollers at an airport

“The Aqua Skoot was also home to a thriving bee nest” I hope the bees were okay!!

“You’re probably concussed, and you have like a hundred and fifty people from New Jersey just being like ‘Pussy! You fuckin’ bitch!” this sounds in line with everything I know about New Jersey

“No lifeguard every blew a whistle and was like, ‘Hey stop chanting the word ‘pussy’ at this injured, bleeding person’“ I would pay money to see any lifeguard I know say that

Bob Krauhlik said: The first rule of Action Park is we don’t talk about our suppressed traumatic memories of Action Park

“Just literally imagine teenagers you know right now opening an amusement park” As someone who knows MANY teenagers this scenario sounds terrifying

“I was a good girl, so I wasn’t really involved in much of the shenanigans that took place” if u say so Faith

“I may have attended one [party]” HA I knew it

This cattleprod story reminds me in a horrible way of a Paris Metro authority memory but long story short people will try to attack you physically if they think u cheated a $3 ticket; capitalism warps the brain

“But if we’re so bad, why don’t they just make a new town?” I’ve never heard a whiter sentence in my life

“He was a cool dude” [cut to] “I think he was a piece of shit” POETIC CINEMA

Gene annoying the state of New Jersey into relinquishing their land... incredible

“Gene was free from the pesky state of New Jersey” is that what it says on the sign when you cross state lines into Pennsylvania

“It might’ve attracted a more, say, working class clientele” ah the water park class divide

I don’t know what kind of mindset for just bodily-functioning all over the pool but I hope I never reach that point

You really should need a sobriety test to operate anything motorized I think they could’ve made thousands on a Go-Kart breathalyzer

“It had a top speed of over 60 miles an hour, it was worth it” said Ed the Park Operations Manager, about driving a go-kart on the highway

“Action Park had full-on, Miami Vice-grade speed boats, where riders regularly tempted fate by treating them like bumper boats, a common action, that would send many a guest tumbling into a pond murky from leaked gas and oil, and known by employees to be infested with snakes” Somehow that sentence got worse and worse with time

The guy who literally crushed another person with his boat and then moved to the next ride: I pretend I did not do it

“He wound up getting getting ejected from the park” they said, about a person literally attempting to set other patrons on fire:

Bob the Lifeguard really speaks with way too much fondness in his voice of trying to throw carts on top of people sliding down a fibreglass and concrete slide

“On an an average day, you would have 50 to 100 people injured” the 80s were a lawless time

“Gene Mulvihill had a vision of a place where there were no rules - something between Ayn Rand and Lord of the Flies” strike that this is the whitest sentence I’ve ever heard

HAHAHAHA I can’t believe the lawyer is now explaining Action Park with the argument that the 80s were a lawless time

“[D*nald Tr*mp] realized it was too wild, too nuts even for him” kjghkgjhkg this comment aged poorly

The audacity of this man to blatantly exhaust everyone into submission

Kayaks did nothing to deserve being associated with electrocuting water park attendees

Every time I think this documentary can’t get worse they introduce a new concept like The Death Zone at the Grave Pool

“They expected to drown at the Action Park Wave Pool“ DID THEY, BOB? DID THEY REALLY?

“Nobody should ever be the second person to die in a wave pool, you know why? ‘Cause after the first person dies in a wave pool, close the fuckin’ wave pool!” Chris the Comedian has summed up this entire documentary in two sentences

This documentary has intentionally saved the worst for last this whole interview with the family of the (first) deceased is deeply upsetting

The Wave Pool death happened a week before the Kayak death??? THEY DIDN’T EVEN CLOSE FOR A WEEK???????

“Its time came and went” IS THERE EVER A TIME FOR A WATERPARK WHICH KILLS MULTIPLE PEOPLE

Weird that the woman whom Gene got fired from her job and who deposed him became his friend

“Was he a villain or a victor” I think that’s a false dichotomy you can be victorious at villainy

“The spirit of Action Park lives on today in the Fyre Festival” Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember Fyre Fest killing anyone

“Fyre Festival’s bullshit, man. Gene gave you everything he fuckin’ promised you” grievous injury???

There’s also something weirdly poetic about the name of the park going back and forth from Mountain Creek to Action Park and vice versa every few years

I’m gonna leave off with this not: Not a single visible minority was interviewed for this documentary as a park attendee or employee and while that’s probably more a product of selection bias and New Jersey it’s also all the argument you need for diversity in any field. Diversity of thought and culture does not a loop-de-loop-death trap make

#ayesha says things #ayesha liveblogs class action park #liveblogging #films #documentaries #long post #death w #????

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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:: BTS As Your Vampire Boyfriends

warnings ⚠️ smut, blood mentions, fangs kink

♡ Includes places they gravitate towards and countries they lived in, with their current residence in italics. Imagined in a world where a vampire bite will not convert a human, but rather, where species coexist without interference.

↳ NOTE › fuck yeah, bangtan vamps! some bits are juicier, some fluffier, some funny, some heart-wrenching or romantic. you’re in for a surprise 🤓 enjoy!

⌈ Jimin ⌋ ➝ Urban Vampire. 20 years old. USA, Italy, Sweden. Dresses like your typical haute couture vanguard, complete with bow ties and fishnets. Always has the latest pop culture news from SNS to chat about. Majors in? You guessed it, fashion design. Frequents high-rise apartments of his talkative New Yorker friends, wears huge square shades to fend off sunlight whenever he can. But also just because. The new boutique around the corner? Jimin was the first one to buy that 307$ gleaming Versace choker when it opened. In gold. He might have gotten the $520 guilty pleasure loafers as well. Yes, he does own more shoes than you do. 90 pairs to be exact, it needs a separate closet. He will try on several a night even when you don’t go out and just kiss watching a movie. What on earth is the reason behind all that? It’s to look good for your human eyes only. After all, he can’t see himself in the mirror. If he’s bound to outlive you by fate, he says, at least you’ll get to see him at his very best for the time being. He condenses several of his future lives into the limited one with you. A dazzling outfit can be that diversion and solace. Changing it often makes him feel like living faster, even if he’s headed for immortality. You decided to get a couple wrist tattoo on that last September. Carpe Diem, seize the day.

So there’s a lot to do together. Bucket list after bucket list. But there’s still a routine. Jimin loves destroying his friends at Friday night bowling yet can’t help but let you win every time. No matter how much you provoke him, the guy will aim at the gutters. You actually met at bowling back then. Eleven months ago, at your bff’s b-day party where he was introduced to you as Park, inofficial Prince of Manhattan with a love for sweet blood, orgies, and fiery ladies. The orgies part turned out to be a rumor, but he does say you have sweet blood. Even if it’s bad etiquette among vampires and he knows how much of a vice it is, Jimin loves to subtly show off in front of werewolves and witchers with popular ig accounts about how affluent his vampire family is at underground runway shows. Or sometimes, even fancy dinners where he orders dish after dish for the two of you. His friends suspect it’s all to compensate for how small his canines are since Jimin dearly wishes they were pointier. You’ve assured him that it’s not just better for your neck but also oral sex in general. He’s devilishly good at that. A born lover. Small canines are cute and fashionable anyways, all other talk is bogus. Having a vampire boyfriend remains a special feat and wild ride. But it’s definitely worth it.

⌈ Yoongi ⌋ ➝ Metro Vampire. 27 years old. Japan, Nigeria, South Korea. Dressed in all black, hoodies and stretchy jeans galore. Studied dental sciences in Lagos and has quite some polished teeth himself, but hardly puts them to use nowadays because he’s been getting more Zen about it. Instead, he can’t live without the internet. It distracts him from any urges and thinking about the future, and teaches his inquisitive mind about everything he needs to know about navigating the wide human world beyond the subway. He travels from station to station in Sapporo with a ticket for eternity and the security of less sunlight, always in search for the best Wi-Fi to text you. Even after two years of dating, Yoongi is still fangs over heels in love. And, needless to say, fascinated by the antics of humankind. When you are preoccupied with work at a restaurant in the afternoon, he jobs as a casual broker with contacts to the griffin elites that run the financial market of mystical creatures.

He frequently jokes that metro vampires are in fact metrosexual. Sometimes visits casinos to kill some time and watch people out of curiosity. His magical ability has caused several power downs in nearby flat complexes — strangely, never the one he is in — but its purpose and origin remain unknown. He’s consulted a supposedly wise street demon about it once but only got a long burp as an answer. Rude. So he travels on and on with the tube. He’s not as much on the go as it always seems, however. Yoongi spends a lot of his time gaming and lounging in your basement. Pretty much naked even if you don’t have sweaty sex at 3 AM. Although, when is it not 3 AM. You’ve developed a little late-night routine there. You bring him coffee, chat, make out, he buzzes you off with your favorite vibrator, you give him slow blowjobs that he records on his phone with shaky hands. Sometimes, with rimming involved, and more action later that night. Yoongi needs to eat pussy to stay on track, otherwise, he falls apart. He’s longing to kiss your breasts all the time and you hold hands when it gets steamy. No biting, he controls himself since he took too much one time. Because he hates planes, Yoongi once crossed the Atlantic in a cargo ship’s high cube not having blood for weeks. After compelling him to suck your whole body off cause dammit I’ve missed your lips, too, vamp guy, you were iron deficient for a month. Yoongi, forever apologetic, has made it a habit to buy you vitamin juice ever since, and orders his blood online.

⌈ Jungkook ⌋ ➝ Forest Vampire. 261 years old. Canada, Bolivia, Ukraine. Dressed in a large flaxen coat and heavy boots. Owns a distant log cabin between scenic, dense firs in the Rocky Mountains. Where most of his day is all about chopping and stacking firewood to take his laser focus off blood cravings and not so random boners. He daydreams of you moaning in just about every hot position possible. Sometimes pleasuring yourself or grinding on his cock. And your fucking scent. It’s what really makes him hard. And tremendously flustered. He could be 261 million years old, it would still catch him off guard to suddenly remember the smell of your sweat and hair. The first time experiencing it, Jungkook shortly blacked out and salivated on the ground for 15 minutes. Human pheromones are just about every forest vampire’s favorite addiction. Out of all BTS members, he is the most sensitive to light or artificial noise and instinct-reliant, so he tries to be cautious. Regardless, always hoping that you fill his mind with your red-hot image. This guy is so whipped — at this point, he can sell a portion of the wood he chops daily and still heat the oven for weeks with the rest.

Nature has everything he desires. Silence, vastness. It’s peaceful. A lot of animals roam the area. It calms his fantasies to some degree. He’s spent many decades in the Amazon rainforest, it’s no surprise. He likes to watch deer and talks to the occasional satyr past midnight. Doesn’t own a lot of money, but knows how to prepare a hearty meal for you when you visit him. That’s what makes JK feel like a million dollars. And once the plate is empty: Time for carnal sex. He can fuck for two hours, one even on a bad day. When he drinks from you, the sheer neck stimulation through sucks alone can make you approach orgasm. With a little help from his fingers on your clit, boy is he gonna blow your mind. This shit will teleport you into alien dimensions. He won’t aim for anything less. Whatever his saliva does, it infuses you with serotonin for two, three days after, and your friends back home know with one glance: Cabin guy did it again. You’ll both be lightheaded and covered in hickeys by the end of your encounters if the weather is particularly indoorsy and you don’t go fishing. He wishes he’d never have to come to a city because of the bustling streets and lack of forest fairies that soothe his mind. But sometimes, buying new clothes is due. You go to a comparatively manageable shopping mall after rush hour where you can’t keep your hands off each other in the dressing rooms. Life with JK won’t ever bore you, that’s guaranteed. The cherry on top: He wields an unregistered type of magic that can manipulate all kinds of water streams — he’s created a little creak beside his cabin and named it after you.

⌈ Seokjin ⌋ ➝ Cottage Vampire. 311 years old. Switzerland, Morocco, and Mongolia. Dresses all cozy with big sweaters and trench coats. Jin sells self-grown fruit and vegetables at the market downtown on Saturdays and Sundays. With vivid gestures and plenty of small talk topics up his sleeve, he befriends just about any stranger with two minutes spare time to talk about cheese, chocolate, and the notoriously high prices. Jin is among the most popular stall owners because of the many discounts he grants literally anybody. The Swiss way of very neat, organized, and especially neutral living appeals to Jin who has seen far too many messy wars go down since he was turned into a vampire. You didn’t believe it at first: By a British royal named Hamish back in 1708, inheriting him a magical ability to learn languages particularly fast so his Swiss German is perfected to a T. Jin is an utmost textbook rural sweetheart of the village. He takes care of the cottage with you like clockwork. Watering the herbs, painting walls here and there, cleaning the kitchen, always saying hi to the neighbors. Drinking tea on the terrace, with some cheesecake and cream on the fork, watching the cornfields sway in the wind is the good life. Simple, but meaningful.

There are a lot of lively and busy little blackbirds around the house joining you to pick up some crumbs, and Jin turns on the radio to play old-fashioned folk music of whatever Alp orchestra was recorded thirty years ago. The cake is gone all too soon, and the sun sets. You’re happy. Jin is a loyal and moral vampire who has adopted a vegetarian diet ten years ago and didn’t look back once. No cheating! Even if the market sells a lot of tasty ham and sausages. He’s sworn off that. After 311 years, even vampires start to think about their diet. A lot of fellow vamps in the area think he’s one strange guy, but Jin won’t bother. He gets all of his blood from a nearby hospital for a hefty price because he doesn’t want to drink from you all the time no matter how much you ask him. Sex is a better pastime. Chocolate lover Kim got a big dick and decades worth of time developing how to use it. Jin, when he does nibble at you, also has a very pleasant bite that doesn’t leave marks or just about any kind of bruise. He doesn’t want to tell you his secret because apparently, an old and rather nit-picky basilisk told him. Somewhere in a dusty attic of a Marrakesh craft store selling lamps and the most splendid of perfumes, 170 years ago. If he spills the beans, the special trick is dissolved. So... hush. Some things are better left top secret when it comes to basilisk magic.

⌈ Taehyung ⌋ ➝ Museum Vampire. 750 years old. Paris, London, and Sydney. Always dons crisp vintage tuxedos in the muted, heavily tailored style of the 1920s. He’s gotten attached to that era. Unsurprisingly, museum vampires are truly nostalgic creatures. Perhaps, also a bit melancholic at one point. Immortality is a two-edged sword. So, Taehyung clings to everything that endures the times. Statues, rustic vases, coin collections, preserved tunics, temple relics, especially fossils of all kind. His favorite place to roam at night is the museum shop or department for Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities. And indeed, it is the Louvre, what other museum could it be. Taehyung has mastered a convenient invisibility spell at the whooping age of 142 by chance after sneaking around the graveyard of Montmartre, trying to blend in with some friendly ghosts who taught him a trick or two. So the CCTV and guards don’t pick up on him unless he manipulates objects displayed in the exhibitions.

Which he feels tempted to. But Taehyung prefers to meet you in a snug alley café at dawn. The one where they don’t serve garlic-heavy dishes. You’ve already seen so much of the museum together in the course of a 4-year relationship. And he can’t possibly dick you down in the gallery of Dutch and Italian masters no matter how horny either of you is, mind you. You’d get anemic fast if you’d be sucking and fucking all the time anyways, and Taehyung really isn’t down to take a lot of blood from you. A little, as you always call it, prick’n’lick is what he usually goes for when you have time to meet in your flat. And maybe a deep, warm creampie to top it off because he knows that his semen does some stuff to you that only vampire magic can cause. You’ll be giddy and talk complete nonsense about Dadaism, Kahlo, and Kandinsky for three hours. Pregnant you can’t get since human with human, vampire with vampire is how the math goes. But extremely high, apparently. So, prick’n’lick. Your favorite activity. Talk about oral fixation: Vampire Tae has a strong obsession with strawberry ice cream. And... caressing your body, seriously. He is into some major VDA (Vampiric Displays of Affection). Believes that in your past life, you were the grand dame Mona Lisa herself. And a flapper. He writes poems about that and keeps them in a huge diary in the cellar of the Louvre. Some bittersweet, some sensual, some full of adoration. You treasure your time with him, always.

⌈ Hoseok ⌋ ➝ Castle Vampire. 1827 years old. UK (Scotland), Greece, China. Dresses exactly the way you think a dapper castle vamp is suited up. Ruffles, tight pants, gloves, large hats with feathers, tons of Italian lace, even slightly heeled shoes with pointed toes. Has been alive when Sparta was still a thing, saw what went down in the uproar of the actual French Revolution in passing, met Marilyn Monroe, almost got on the Titanic as a passenger, but has enjoyed the Rennaissance the most so far so there’s that. He lived in forts, churches, and even a small barn for some parts of his life until deciding to buy himself a fucking hilltop palace where you can live together. Because lavish castles are, ultimately, what appeals to Hoseok the most, and there is definitely enough space for all of your interests ... and sex toys. Anyway. How did all of that begin. So: The two of you met at a medieval exhibit in Perth where they displayed armors and pieces of weaving. Fell for each other, bonded over a kaleidoscope of shared interests, history knowledge in particular. Hoseok enjoys conversations about mythology, he loves that. And binging a lot of shows on Netflix. Gotta bridge the old and the new. Not that he doesn’t own a giant home theatre with perfect sound system. Maybe he just wants to cuddle up with you in bed and sob when another character dies together so the entire castle staff will hear. No worries though, they’re used to it.

Netflix aside: Aristocracy makes him feel at home. The sunshine regularly hosts interspecies balls with flamboyant masquerade themes so everyone can show up how they’re comfortable. That concerns particularly the slightly introverted elves and shapeshifters from downtown. The last huge ball went under the motto ‘The Glamor of Old Hollywood’ and you dressed up as Rita Hayworth and Fred Astaire, dancing all night and plundering the buffet. Hell of a good time. National holidays are holy to vampire Hoseok and basically equal date night. Given his high sex drive, there can’t be enough special occasions either way. To ride his thighs, his face, mark each other down forever until the pants are a little too tight at the damn front. The guy gets shaky knees at the smallest sight of a delicious pulsing vein no matter his century-long chance to accustom himself with human necks, so you agreed to go by a schedule — #SuckingSaturdays only — and you wear thick scarves. Which fits the moody UK weather anyways. The Scots really dig Hoseok in case you’ve been wondering. You can bet Hoseok is the star of Scottish twitter.

⌈ Namjoon ⌋ ➝ Mountain Vampire. 3008 years old. Nepal, Kenya, Peru. You tease him about wearing a long, strangely-always-white cloak and staff because it gives him the semblance of a beardless twen Gandalf. He smokes a pipe, too, but not in your presence anyways. Whatever is in there... seems to elevate him. Literally. Namjoon can levitate. There’s no other way he could use in order to visit you in the first place. A beautiful, abandoned pagoda seated on top of a snowy crest is his makeshift home, inaccessible to everyone but him. Only a secluded place like this is suitable for his ancient kind. To meet you in a warmer and more human-friendly environment, he will elegantly descend from his premises to get together with you in the town located at the base of the mountain. As many nights as possible. Always with a self-made present. Like freshly assembled tea leaves or a little talisman he carved from a piece of wood. Found on one of his long evening walks. He knows what eternity feels like best, that your life is but a glimpse compared to his, so every moment will count. He’ll make it right, no worries. It’s Kim Namjoon, taking care of things. You can always rely on him.

On all levels, he never ceases to surprise. Vampire Joon has surpassed the principles of ingestion, sleep, and a sense of temperature. Hell, even finances. He simply breathes and exists — and most importantly: reads for hours — without any external efforts. Even the Middle Ages didn’t leave a single wrinkle on his face. And he is still the best experienced person to share a bed with. No sexual technique is foreign to him, and post-sex spooning conversations are immensely entertaining. Namjoon has a lot of philosophical thoughts on human-vampire relations and met countless historical figures. He’s also befriended the Yeti at one point, resulting in quite a few hilarious narrations that he will retell on request every time you meet. And he makes them funnier every night. Because Namjoon thinks your laugh is prettier than every sunrise and sunset he’s seen around the world combined, on his every voyage. The most interesting part is: He doesn’t drink any blood even if he has fairly sharp fangs that you often catch yourself staring at for minutes. He still seems more invested in making you cum. With sweet words, brainteasers, and wisdoms spoken into your ears quietly. He’s a walking riddle himself. As expected, who are we kidding. Namjoon, no matter the fleeting centuries he has seen, is a gem and all yours for a lot of nights to come.

◇ castle: Château de la Mothe-Chandeniers (South-East France, 13th century)

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meta-squash · 5 years ago

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This is something I’ve been thinking about re: Mickey in 3x06 but I can’t really figure out how to write it out as a fic so I’m just going to write it as a meta.

Most of season 2 is Ian and Mickey properly becoming something like actual friends. Very slowly, since Mickey’s guard is still up like crazy. They’re fucking but they barely seem to know each other. Mickey working at the Kash And Grab changes that up a little, but he’s there pretty briefly because juvie. It’s not really obvious in the scene whether Mickey pussies out of killing Frank because of Ian or because of the prospect of, like, actually killing another person, but I like to imagine it’s because of Ian. Which makes some sort of sense because by the time he gets out at the beginning of season 3, it seems he’s done at least a little bit of thinking and has chilled out a little, in that he’s surprisingly okay with the jealousy he feels later on re: Ned. I think season 2 Mickey probably would have freaked out again at the fact that he was even jealous. Season 3 Mickey is just plain jealous, and even if that internalized homophobia is still sort of there, it’s not like it was before. Anyway, in early season 3 the friendship continues to develop since Mickey’s back at the Kash And Grab and then it speeds right the hell up when Mickey gets jealous of Ned. Mickey’s jealous, he acts jealous, but when Ian shows pretty obvious preference towards him instead of Ned I think he kind of starts to make an internal decision. Then there’s the kiss, obviously, and by then they’ve been fucking for a while and I think Mickey has, to some extent, admitted to himself that he’s actually gay. Because it seems like for most of seasons 1 and 2 he’s really holding on to the “just a warm mouth” type mentality that he tells Ian, trying to convince himself that Ian’s just easy and that’s why he does it, same as Angie being easy or whatever.

So that kiss is one boundary crossed, one pretty big change in Mickey’s mentality. One internal decision made. And throughout this whole thing, Mickey has been his usual thug self, talking shit, making threats, being a menace, etc etc. He kinda smooths out when it’s just him and Ian (like in the dugout and stuff) but he’s still got his guard up.

But then there’s the conversation in the Kash And Grab, when Mickey invites Ian over. First of all, I’m pretty sure it’s the first time Mickey has said the word “gay” so casually, without using it as an insult/threat or it being something he’s freaking out about. So that’s interesting. Also, he’s obviously a little guarded when inviting Ian over, but not freaking out, and not in a way that makes him insult Ian, which is new (and the “fuck you is what you’re invited to” doesn’t count because I feel like that’s a pretty standard Mickey response no matter what).

So basically what all this is leading up to is the night of 3x06, which I think is unique in its own right even without being followed up by the morning.

Because Ian sleeping over, alone in the Gallagher house without Mandy, or Mickey’s brothers, or Terry, or anybody, is essentially the first time the two of them have been safely, privately together, like ever. The dugout is pretty much the only other time and that was still basically in public. So not only is this their first time hanging out alone, it’s also one of the only times we ever get to see Mickey being a Teenager. Like, Ian does teenager shit, goofs off with his siblings, reacts to things like a teenager would. Mickey, up until now, has been all anxiety and violence. This is the first moment we see Mickey with his guard down, Mickey acting his actual age, which is like 17. This is the first time we see Mickey relaxed and genuinely laughing. The first time we see Mickey in a situation that is just so normal and teenager-y, watching a movie with your friend while eating pizza rolls on the couch, hanging out.

We don’t know how the rest of their night went, but the fact that Mickey is comfortable enough to bring out and display the ben-wa beads is pretty telling. I mean, obviously more fucking happened that night, duh. But also to go from being as guarded as Mickey was, to (barely) stepping over the boundary of kissing, to the relaxed Mickey we see in 3x06, I get the impression that whatever interactions they had that night put Mickey at ease. I doubt there was much heart-to-heart talking, or if there was it would be entirely one-sided because Ian’s a talker, not Mickey (at least in s3). Maybe it was sex in a private, somewhat safe and comfortable place, maybe it was hanging out alone and really kind of getting to connect on a level that wasn’t public, maybe it was getting to let his guard down and act a teenager, maybe it was something else, who knows. That glance between them as the movie starts makes me think there was probably some movie theater-style making out. In any case, this sleepover is the night that Mickey really gets to be a teenager, to be kind of a “regular kid” without the concerns and anxieties and things he usually has. Probably another threshold crossed, another level of Mickey accepting himself and all that.

And then it’s all ruined. Which is a scene that is horrible and fucked up and we all know it so I’m not going to go over it because obviously it’s hugely traumatizing for them. But it’s interesting the way that Ian reacts to the rape vs Mickey, in that Mickey’s walls go right back up (as expected) and we basically don’t get that guard-down Mickey again until the end of season 4 when he’s living on Ian’s floor. But Ian interacts with Mickey in this odd way, similar to how he talked to him in season 2, like he wants the walls to be down, and if he just talks enough he can force them down. Which kind of worked before, in a way. But this time it just kind of shoves it in Mickey’s face that he should never have let his guard down, that he’s fucked, that there’s this new trauma he doesn’t want to think about. Ian reacts like a teenager, kind of making this about him and what he wants, talking to Mickey’s brick wall. Mickey, on the other hand, pulls back into the acting-older-than-he-is shield of violence and silence. For good reason, obviously. It’s like Ian doesn’t quite understand what happened, the significance and intensity of it all. Mickey absolutely knows what happened to him.

What I find fascinating is that in the scene before the wedding, Ian somehow manages to hit the nail on the head while simultaneously missing the point completely. Mickey kisses Ian, they fuck, so it’s a pretty clear sign that Mickey’s feelings are still there (there’s even the “it’s just a piece of paper” line). Mickey quite literally tells him, “why you acting like I got a choice in this” and Ian responds with a line that should be him realizing the reasons Mickey has no choice: “Your dad is an evil, psychotic prick.” To Ian, that’s an excuse to NOT go through with it. To Mickey (and the audience), it’s the reason he HAS to.

And here’s the moment we see Ian’s family upbringing vs Mickey’s, and how different the Gallaghers have it despite their fucked up life:

“You’re just gonna let him ruin your life.”

“You need to grow the fuck up. Don’t act like you know a thing about my dad. Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute.”

It seems like Ian is seeing the rape as a one-time thing, as some crazy over-the-top reaction from Terry. He’s probably comparing Terry to Frank. Frank’s a bastard, but his assholery extends mostly to scams and insults and neglect, not actual physical violence towards his kids (minus the one time he slapped Ian). So Ian’s thinking of Terry as the same level of threatening as Frank, or maybe just a notch or two higher, rather than leaps and bounds more awful. Which I don’t quite understand considering the whole plotline with Terry also raping Mandy in s2. Ian understands that Terry is fucked up, but I think the “don’t act like you know a thing about my dad” line isn’t necessarily Mickey backing up his father in any way. In fact, I think it’s the opposite. I think it’s a “you have no idea how far he might go” sort of thing. And then the following line about blurting out feelings is just another signal that Ian misses completely. Ian grew up getting hugs and conversation and always had Lip or Fiona to turn to and talk out his feelings at least to some extent. He grew up in a household very giving when it comes to feelings. Mickey’s the exact opposite. So him even saying anything hinting that he wants to blurt out any feelings at all is pretty much him waving a big flag saying “I’m scared and everything’s fucked and I can’t actually say it because that might literally get me killed but I still have feelings for you.” But Ian has never been good at subtlety so it makes sense he doesn’t catch that.

So you have Mickey, who barely even got to be a teenager, stuck in this situation, traumatized and forced to live with that trauma on so many literal levels. He has to live with the emotional trauma, but he also has to live with Terry and Svetlana, two constant reminders. And no one else knows what happened. So he closes off again because it’s the only way to survive. Back to the walls he had in the early days. And you have Ian, who despite having been there, doesn’t get it and reacts like the teenager that he is.

There’s also the fact that Ian running away and disappearing means Mickey has the distance to worry and think and realize that he’s pretty fucking gone for Ian, so by the time he’s going out looking for him in 4x07, he’s dressing up and putting on cologne. The Milkovich siblings are loyal to a fault when they love someone, and so once Ian’s back for good, it’s like that distance really made Mickey make a decision. I mean, he quite literally sleeps on Ian’s floor like a loyal dog. Even after that, Ian’s making teenager decisions (manic ones, but still teenager-y) while Mickey is now actually legally an adult (I think? Thank you Shameless writers for being very flexible with ages and timelines) and is suddenly the stable one all the way up to the end of season 5.

Basically it’s just so interesting to think what would have happened had the morning of 3x06 not occurred and Mickey was able to have that night really being a teenager. How would their relationship have progressed had Mickey’s guard stayed down, had he been more relaxed around Ian after that? I’m sure he’d have still been Thug Mickey around Ian in public, but maybe in a different way, quieter, all posturing. Something like that.

Instead, Ian gets to be a kind of teenager, while Mickey is kind of stuck in various adult roles (whether he’s anxiously putting up more of an act like the early days or actually stepping into it like season 4 and 5). And the one night he does get to be a teenager is ruined by trauma.

#meta #shameless us #shameless meta #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless us meta #gallavich #also this is for another post but #i really want to know what happened between s4 and s5 that mickey went from barely being able to hold or look at yevgeny #to being so cute with him and hold him/almost offering to change him etc #because i think 'repressing-trauma' mickey wouldn't have done that ever ever #he'd have retreated to not interacting with the kid or only doing so if svetlana commanded/threatened him #some conversation or something must have happened to help him be able to hold and look at and actually love his kid

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thephantomcasebook · 6 years ago

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Downton Abbey Theory: Lady Sybil Crawley Murdered Two People (And is the ultimate Mary/Matthew Shipper)

LET ME FINISH!

No, seriously, what if I told you that Sybil murdered two people?

Burn faced Guy who might have been Patrick Crawley in season 2.

And

Lavinia Swire, Matthew’s dead fiancé.

So, check this out.

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(Play while reading for added effect.)

In episode 6, Season 2, we’re introduced to Patrick Gordon who had amnesia, but, after a horrific Injury in battle, he thinks he’s Mary’s ex-fiancé and Edith’s secret lover. Now there’s nothing weird at first about Sybil’s interaction with him. She’s a nurse at the ward on the same shift as Edith. However, around half-way through the episode, Sybil starts doing something kinda creepy. She starts stalking him, and I don’t mean like wanting a piece of his hair to smell. I mean she’s full on, “Tell Tale Hearting” this motherfucker. In several shots between Edith and Gordon as well as Gordon and Robert, you see Sybil creepily in the background.

( Sybil ‘casual ass’ in the background)

In fact, there is a certain moment in which you literally see Sybil decide she was gonna ice that jive turkey. Just when Gordon throws a tantrum about no one believing him, they cut to Sybil get this really scary, indifferent, look.

(The moment Sybil decides that this grill cheese son of a bitch is gonna get the crust cut off)

But the most interesting is the scene in which Robert reveals that the guy’s story might actually be true. Look at Sybil’s reactions versus everyone else, the extremely weighted and pensive expressions, almost as is if, I don’t know, she realizes that she has to do something rather drastic?

”Sorry Edith, But I’m gonna have to ice your Clown Shoes cock-smoker”- Sybil Crawley (1918)

But if you’re still on the fence, or think I’m nuts. “Fuck you, Matt, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” ... alright, but, guess what ...

Because the show, from the start, tells you something dark is going down with Sybil through the language of visuals.

And there’s no better scene than the only scene that Tom and Sybil have together in the entire episode. In it we watch as Sybil walks in on Tom with a close up of her feet. and it stops, just at the edge where Tom is working on the Crawley’s car. Now, if I explained that through text, you wouldn’t think anything of it.

But if I showed you how it was shot ... that’s something else entirely.

(Sybil's ominous ass murder foot when standing over Tom when he's vulnerable.)

In the sequence of shots, as presented in the show, we get an ominous look at Sybil walking into the garage and hovering over Tom while he’s under the car. It is framed in a way that is often shown in classic television when revealing a killer that is about to murder their victim. The mysterious feet walking, stopping unseen while a vulnerable person does not notice. We also see in the sequence that Tom is actually startled by Sybil and immediately shoots out.

This is visual foreboding by the director that something dark is looming and that it involves Sybil.

moving on ...

Later, at the end of the episode, you see that Gordon left Edith a note, saying basically that things were too hard and so he left. But guess who gives her the note? That would be Sybil, who seemed to have very convenient explanation of seeing the guy running off. Also if you watch the sequence in its entirety you’ll notice that Sybil is very noticeably guilty about something, especially when talking to Edith.

(Sybil looking extremely guilty and then giving Edith an extremely convenient letter and explanation why Grill Cheese cut and run)

If you’re still not convinced, than dig this.

Patrick Gordon was a Major in the “Princess Patricia Light Cavalry” ... So, if you consider that he was an officer in the army, Firefly over there can’t just leave when he wants to, or go wherever he wants. Even if the war is over, That doesn’t mean that Grill Cheese’s enlistment runs out. If he leaves anywhere he has to report for duty somewhere, anything else would be desertion. Plus, he couldn’t just walk out of a military installation that is being guarded by Military Police.

So we can assume that he was not discharged from the Army, because, he never told Edith he was, and if he was than he would’ve been sent home to Canada.

So basically everything that Sybil told Edith is bullshit. Sybil is an Commissioned Officer (non-combatant, but still considered a member of the Army) she knows full well that Gordon couldn’t just leave. However, Edith wouldn’t know that, like most people she would assume that because the war is over he could go home.

So, when you put it all together, there is a strong case visually and logically that Sybil, at some point in the night, murdered Patrick Gordon, and dumped his body with the rest of the dead at the hospital, before forging a note and an explanation as to his whereabouts for everyone else.

But that’s not all!

OVERTIME CREEPYPASTA!

So now we get to Lavinia. Spanish Flu breaks out, Cora is hit hard, and Sybil dawns her old uniform in order to tend to her mom. Alright, nothing weird about that.

(Rub some dirt on it, Ma!)

But, then, Lavinia is marrying Matthew, they’re transforming the house into their reception hall. Also, Matthew his hell bent on marrying her out a sense of honor. Suddenly, Sybil, who is only looking after Cora, not Carson, not Moseley, not any of the maids, she isn’t looking after anyone else, but Cora. Then, suddenly, Lavinia, whose case is fairly mild throughout the episode, suddenly had a burst of illness that kills her quicker than anyone else.

Guess who was the last person in the room before she started dying? Guess who didn’t go get the doctor, but instead got Matthew to alert him that she was dying, even though she couldn’t possibly know that she was dying, unless she gave her a poison that would kill her quickly …

That would be Sybil.

(Tots the flu and not poison!)

(Shhh ... don't fight it ...)

(”Damn, can you believe how fast that escalated ... whooo! That was like ... It’s such a crazy and unpredictable virus, just so random and deadly ... so unpredictable!”)

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Also, you might consider the timetable for Tom and Sybil’s relationship. After years of filtering and arguing of if Sybil really loved Tom. Right after Gordon’s “disappearance”, and I mean days after, Sybil immediately wants to run away with Tom. Also, right after Lavinia’s death, and I mean right after, Sybil runs off to Dublin.

One might consider the possibility that she might be running from something ... perhaps the two dead bodies she’s responsible for.

So, in conclusion Watson,Lestrade, what we have is two murders, perpetrated, by the most beautiful and seemingly kindest angel in the house.

But I dare say, that she is, in fact, an angel of death!

the motive, as I’ve clearly laid out before you can clearly be summed up in one simple image ...

If you look at the cause and effect of both murders. Each victim, Gordon and Swire, would’ve displaced Matthew from proximity to Mary. Had Gordon been found to be a Crawley, Matthew would go back to Manchester. If he had married Lavinia, they would’ve left to live in London. In each outcome, without Sybil’s intervention Mary would’ve lost Matthew in the long run. So one could say that Sybil was holding the fort down, waiting for Mary to pussy up and go get her man ... by any means possible.

And you just when you thought Lizzie Bennett from the fucking “Lizzie Bennett Dairies” was up the ass of her sister’s love life, Sybil takes that shit to a whole new level.

But hey, that’s just a theory ....

A Downton Abbey Theory!

(Outro music)

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#Downton Abbey #Sybil Crawley #Matthew X Mary #Jessica Brown Findlay #Fan Theory

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pass-the-bechdel · 5 years ago

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Marvel Cinematic Universe: Ant-Man (2015)

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?

Yes, once.

How many female characters (with names and lines) are there?

Four (22.22% of cast).

How many male characters (with names and lines) are there?

Fourteen.

Positive Content Rating:

Three.

General Film Quality:

It’s delightful.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) UNDER THE CUT:

Passing the Bechdel:

Maggie passes with Cassie as she puts her to bed.

Female characters:

Peggy Carter.

Hope Van Dyne.

Cassie.

Maggie.

Male characters:

Howard Stark.

Hank Pym.

Scott Lang.

Peachy.

Luis.

Dale.

Kurt.

Dave.

Darren Cross.

Frank.

Paxton.

Gale.

Mitchell Carson.

Sam Wilson.

OTHER NOTES:

Dave calls Scott a pussy, and Scott is not fussed at all about accepting the attempted insult.

Ah, the old ‘wish you’d call me dad’ cliche, the most worn-out lazy way to establish an antagonistic parent/child relationship.

“a sustainable environment of well-being”, what an excellent fascist euphemism.

Maggie is very reasonable with Scott about the conditions for seeing Cassie; it’s refreshing to not have this played as ‘harpy ex-wife refuses to let man see his child because she’s just the worst!’ Maggie has a child to look after - and has been doing so for years now while Scott was in jail - and she has every right to impose rules on how things proceed, Scott doesn’t get to just march in and have things his way ‘because she’s my daughter!’ Children are not possessions or status symbols, and this movie does a nice job of recognising that and having the adult characters recognise that and behave in reasonable and understanding ways for Cassie’s benefit rather than their own egos. Other films should take note. Also, real people.

“Yeah man, it killed DiCaprio.”

Turning lambs into goo is worse than kicking puppies. What a monster.

They do a pretty solid job with the reason for Hope not being allowed to don the suit instead. It has strong potential for seeming like flat-out sexism, the idea that a woman can’t get the job done (in universe) and that a female hero won’t sell (out universe), and while that may indeed still be the core reason, they still pull off the reasoning as if it’s genuine.

Pym’s excuse for why he never told Hope the truth about her mother’s death, on the other hand, is pretty fuckin’ weak. Tell people to stop pretending ‘I was trying to protect you’ is a reasonable explanation for lies. It’s super-high - easily Top 5 - on my list of Worst and Most Tedious Cliche Lines.

Kurt suggests that the suit is the work of gypsies and it’s...not the best line they could have picked. Something less racist instead, maybe? No?

Cross is really fixated on Pym as a father figure. It’s different. I like different.

“That’s a messed-up looking dog.”

Scott and Paxton making peace is so great. Paxton peeing in all the corners and Scott being all jealous and threatened by Paxton ‘usurping his place in the family’ would have been such a predictable cliche for them to use, and this very palatable mature adult behaviour is sooo much better. This is how you stop normalising petty possessive rivalries.

Luis is magical, and also, mad cultured. I love it, but I love even more that they don’t hang a lantern on it, they just let it be part of his character.

Ok, I confess, this is probably gonna be a weird sort of meandering review, because I’ve had this post sitting in my drafts for two months gathering dust while I deal with the mental and physical fatigue of the first trimester of a pregnancy (it’s FUN), and now the due date for this post (pun definitely intended) is right on the horizon, so...I’m just gonna get it done, and it’ll be whatever the heck it is in the end. This is not a complex film filled with deep nuance, it’s basically just an action-y heist movie with some hand-waved scifi on top. And there’s ants. It’s not a hard film to talk about, so you’ll excuse me if it doesn’t get my very best effort. I’m kinda busy growing a human over here.

I remember a lot of grumbling and even some outrage in fandom, back when this film was announced; a lot of people upset that the MCU was bringing in a comparatively little-known and perhaps little-loved superhero like Ant-Man when they still hadn’t bothered with a single female-led film yet, and various complaints about the problematic nature of the Ant-Man character from the comics (referring, I believe, to the Hank Pym version). And then, of course, there was the doubt about whether or not an Ant-Man story was just a fucking idiotic idea in the first place, what with the questionable application of science and the even more questionable appeal of a tiny little man running around playing with ants. Expectations were not high. And yet, Ant-Man pulls through, not just with a great fun romp, but with what I consider one of the more entertaining films the MCU has churned out to date.

I have made my fair share of sour comments about previous films in the MCU and their unimaginative paint-by-numbers plots, and so what I’d like to talk about with Ant-Man is how it manages to be such a success to me despite an essentially uncomplicated story that follows a predictable narrative arc the likes of which we’ve all seen a hundred times before. The basic tenets of a heist movie are all there; the basic tenets of a good vs evil story play straight, alongside a low-key but typical redemption plot, and some plight-of-the-regular-guy vs corporate greed and warmongering, and the leading man hooks up with the leading lady in the end and proves himself as a hero to his family and all that jazz. We know every one of these story and character beats. So. Why do they work?

Let me back this up a second to talk about a couple of major-league pet peeves of mine, the one a microcosmic version of the other: firstly, when people say ‘all Marvel films are basically the same’, and secondly, the Advanced Level Faux-Intellectual Douche version of that sentiment, when people declare that ‘there’s no such thing as originality anymore! There are only seven types of story in the world anyway! Everything is derivative!’ It’s an obnoxious absence of a viewpoint that betrays a lack of imagination and a use of such broad-strokes surface-level comprehension as to be essentially meaningless. Sure, if you break down story concepts to their most fundamental core drives, you can summarise their arcs in a relatively small number of ways, and familiarity with these core concepts can provide a degree of predictability in the way things play out. But that doesn’t mean that every single version of, say, the classic Hero’s Journey is the same damn story, and therefore a useless derivation from which no entertainment or message can be gleaned. If someone asks you to tell them the plot of a movie and you just go ‘oh, it’s a Hero’s Journey’ and leave it at that, you’ve told them almost nothing about what to actually expect. The Matrix is a very, very different Hero’s Journey to The Lord of the Rings, which is a very different Hero’s Journey to Finding Nemo, which is not at all the same as Iron Man. And which of them is closest to The Odyssey, anyway? One of the most obvious differences with all of those examples is genre, and the traditional trappings which often (but not always) follow from them. Sure, the MCU films tend to all fit superhero-comic genre conventions, and some of them (particularly origin stories, as with Iron Man and Thor) may employ a lot of the same tropes while they’re at it. But does anyone really, genuinely think that Ant-Man is ‘basically the same’ as Captain America: The First Avenger? Is Guardians of the Galaxy almost indistinguishable from Black Panther? Does anyone who says ‘Marvel movies are all basically the same’ actually believe the words out of their own mouth, or do they just hope it makes them sound smart if they imply that they’re ‘above’ enjoying mainstream popcorn action?

All of this is to say, what makes Ant-Man work where other trope-heavy films fall apart? The same thing that makes literally any story ever work, and be worthwhile, whether it ‘breaks barriers’ or ‘teaches something’ or is considered ‘high art’ or not: details. Some films are too light on details, which makes them boring because they never really bother to build anything on top of those core foundations we know so well. Sometimes, the details - numerous as they might be - are too generic to have an impact, and the dull result is the same. Sometimes the details are too absurd to land, or there are too many to keep track of, or they require too much extraneous qualification to fit into the flow of the rest of the story, or they’re irrelevant to the rest of the story anyway. The thing about details? There are countless options. People come up with new ideas all the time, through the exercise of imagination or through developments and innovations in the real world. Basic, core plot arcs may be distilled to a handful of options, but story details are limitless, and the possibility of fun new combinations is always there, whether you’re inventing something entirely never-before-seen or not. The idea that you have to be shocking and unexpected to be worthwhile is ridiculous, and shepherds illogical contrivances and gimmicks without narrative cohesion or purpose much more often than it achieves something genuinely surprising with merit (and storytelling that prioritises ‘shocking twists’ is usually so busy trying to look clever it forgets to actually be clever, but, that’s another conversation). The point is, Ant-Man being a delightful film isn’t rocket science. It’s as simple as just a little forethought in the construction of its details.

As noted back near the top, the whole Ant-Man concept and its wobbly science was something that drew some doubt regarding whether or not it could be pulled off in a convincing manner; the solution to achieving that is to do more than just lean in to the idea. The film throws itself whole-heartedly into its core conceit and its tropes, and it drags us along with it to gleefully delight in the act. The story is not embarrassed by itself, it doesn’t try to keep its distance; instead, it gives us a flying ant named Antony, and a dramatic death scene for that ant. What is the point of the Pym particle science conceit if we don’t enjoy the comedic potential of an epic battle inside a briefcase, or on a child’s train set? Relevant to this also is the subject of casting choices (as much a detail-of-interest as anything; a single casting choice can legitimately make or break a film). Paul Rudd has a perfect blend of leading-man charisma and affable comedic chops; he plays Scott as a beta-personality, which is always a refreshing change-up for a lead, and one which invites other refreshing changes around him. It avoids tedious masculine antics in his interactions with other men, while encouraging balanced and respectful interactions with women; Scott never asserts himself as the boss or leader in his relationship with Luis and the rest of his crew, allowing for a smoothly-cooperative dynamic; no time or plot is wasted on pointless jostling for control of the operation with Pym; the idea that Scott needs to prove himself to the three female characters in his life - Hope, Maggie, and Cassie, each for similar but different reasons - is given legitimate weight, instead of implying that Scott and his perspective is inherently superior and correct and the onus is on the other characters to realise that, rather than being on him to live up to other people’s reasonable expectations. It should come as no surprise that the latter element is especially interesting and heartening in the context of this blog.

This is particularly good news when it comes to the kinds of relatively minor details which can make a huge difference in whether or not one reflects on a film in a positive or negative manner; the fact that the narrative supports and validates Hope’s anger, her frustration and resentment and her all-business-no-fun attitude, is vital to keeping a viewer like myself on-side with the film. Hope is never presented as someone who should ‘just loosen up’, or ‘have faith in her father’s plan’, the fact that she is denied the Ant-Man technology because Pym ‘can’t bare to risk losing her’ is offered as a reason but not as an excuse for something deeply patronising, and Scott proving that he can get the job done despite Hope’s misgivings about him is not framed as her being ‘wrong’ - her concerns were legitimate, as all her emotions across the film are, and the story never compromises on that in order to bolster another character. Whether or not Hope is well-handled is not important to the operation of the central narrative plot in a technical sense, but it means a lot in terms of delivering strong characters with satisfying arcs, and a central plot can easily fall flat if the characters participating in it don’t work well, individually or together.

I’m trying to wrap this up coherently, but it’s just as well that I disclaimered myself in the beginning because all I’ve got are frayed pieces of, probably, five other paragraphs I could waffle about. It’s not a complex film, no, but it has a surprising amount of quality details, the more I think about it, even regarding aspects of the movie that I liked less than others (Pym, for example, I did not love, but I like that the movie never tried to pass off his ‘genius’ as an excuse for him being a significantly flawed figure in the lives of most people who encountered him, often with bitter consequences. I’m also a big fan of the fact that both he and Scott have complicated but loving relationships with their daughters, considering that Hollywood has a hyper-obsession with the idea of ‘A Man And His Son’ as the beating heart of family narratives). I’m going to close this out with what may be my personal favourite refreshing detail of this movie, and that’s the mature adult relationship between Scott, Maggie, and Paxton. I mentioned it already in the notes, but honestly, how many times have we seen that toxic cliche, with the shrewish ex-wife and the terrible new man in her life, where the main character (who is Doing His Best!) has to prove through [insert plot heroics] that ex-wife is WRONG and should have stayed with him, the father of her child(ren), because did we mention, her new man is terrible and the main character is always right and good and better! In the end, ex-wife almost certainly leaves her terrible new man to get back together with the main character, because he is Doing His Best and that’s more important than actually being a stable/responsible person! The American nuclear family is the ideal! Divorce is for heathens! Y’all know that toxic plot. I can think of three different examples of it in action right off the top of my head, with no effort required. Point is, the degree to which I was utterly thrilled by this movie subverting cliche at every turn of its family saga really cannot be overstated. Maggie is a reasonable person! Scott respects that Cassie’s needs are more important than his wants! Paxton cares about his family and genuinely wants Scott to land on his feet, for the benefit of everyone! There’s no jealous posturing and Scott acting all hurt about being ‘replaced’! HE LITERALLY THANKS PAXTON FOR EVERYTHING HE DOES, WHEN HAVE I EVER SEEN THAT BEFORE?! Honestly, you don’t have to tell the most original story in the world to tell a story that resonates. You don’t even have to avoid common tropes, you just have to think about what you want to do with them. It’s not rocket science. It’s just good honest storytelling.

With ants.

#Marvel Cinematic Universe #Ant-Man #MCU #Bechdel Test #female representation

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sharing-tangerines · 5 years ago

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Stranger Things 3 Thoughts pt. 2

Ep 4-8 LONG NOTES

• Max gives no shits this season and I'm loving it

• Nancy and Jonathon are having two very different argument. Its one argument but they're talking about different things and that's fascinating

• Michael that is the most lackluster plan in the world

• Is Karen attempting to be a good mom again? Wooaaahhhh

• Steve Harrington and your button pressing habits I love u

• You are my daaaaaad! You're my dad! Boogiewoogiewoogie

• Wow dacre is really killing it this season all the applause to u sir

• WOAH WTF

• That's some true love shit right there romance is dead but also kinda not

• "YEAH IM GREAT NOW THST I KNOW THAT THE RUSSIANS INVENTED ELEVATORS"

• That one guy looks like Russian terminator

• MURRAY IS BACK

• Steve u cant keep getting into fights

• Hey look he actually won a fight

• When did lucas become such an expert on dating

• Seriously is it like that w all guys like they act clueless one moment and then the next they know exactly how the female mind works?

• Thank god I have a girlfriend

• Eleven sits like a gay ohmygod

• Is the rest of the hospital just fine while these 2 floore are fucked up?

• Monster killing couple damn

• Dustin is kind of a big mood

• Nancy isn't having the greatest time like it's been an awful like 3 days for her

• LET MAX SAY FUCK

• Does dustin watch my little pony

• Stop punching steve hes young and kinda weak I love u

• Hes lost his mind

• DID MIKE JUST DROP THE I LOVE HER BOMB IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT ABOUT FEMINISM AND WOMENS PERSONAL AGENCY

• Alexei kinda looks like a copy of a copy of a copy of like mark Ruffalo

• Erica just playing w a weapon is a mood

• Is Robin's backstory literally just the fact that she was a loser bit she wanted to be popular

• Wait u guys were in rolling chairs you could've just rolled

• That slow mo shot of millie falling in the void is great that shit is breathtaking

• They're so high on this truth drug its hilarious

• R they trying to make me sympathize w billy like yeah hes gone through some traumatic shit but that doesnt excuse the fact that hes not good

• Billy and all the people being the bad guys is so much scarier than a random faceless monster it's great

• Oh holly talks now ok

• Did she talk last season I dont remember?

• Wow fireworks back before everyone was so worried about everything setting on fire

• [Ominous synth music]

• In a reverse turn of events, dustin and erica are the parents instead of robin and steve

• Does steve do marijuana

• How did u board everything up fast enough bc the monster was literally right there

• I'm glad that Lucas is using a weapon other than the fucki g slingshot

• Hey wheres Kali like not that she'd be helpful in this situation but like where is she

• OH MY FUCKING GOD MURRAY

• I'm glad mike has come to this realization by himself

• Can the kids setting off fireworks outside of my house stop for a minute pls

• Someone watched john mulaney that's why theres a back to the future thing

• They're on so much drugs

• Why r u in front of the freezers like its aesthetic w the eggo and the neon lights but like why

• R they seriously having an argument over coke

• I xant believe Steve Harrington's been in that stupid scoops ahoy uniform the whole show

• Is Robin a lesbian

• OH MY GOD SHE IS

• THE DUFFERS WERENT PUSSIES RHEY PUT A FUCKING LESBIAN IN THEIR SHOW WOWOWOWOW

• Wow did he perfectly sum of america? Cool

• I'm glad alexei won he deserves it

• I hope nothing bad happens to him

• Oh no

• Its Russian terminator

• WAIT EL GOT BIT IS SHE GONNA BE ONE OF THE FLAYED

• WHY IS THE LAST EPISODE AN HOUR AND SEVENTEEN MINUTES

• Oh that is disgusting why r u guys looking

• Yeah let's get the gang back together!

• STEVE CALLED HIMSELF DADDY

• Hopper and joyce r so done w Murray's bs

• I love this Russian ballad in the background its super good

• I'm sorry I have to say this but if I see that anyone wants to fuck this monster I'm gonna blow my shit

• NANCY GET OUT OF THE WAY

• YES STEVE

• DID U UUST LEAGE MIKE AND MAX AND EL IN THE MALL

• Why r we in Utah

• Oh shit its Suzie! Shes real!

• Suzie and Dustin r so pure but eye rhe fuck do they have a musical number what nerds

• This is not the time guys

• Hey el honey u ain't looking so good

• Oh my god Billy's beating the shit out of these kids goddammit

• R u like sacrificing her holy shit

• Flinging fireworks on an enclosed space is v v dangerous wtf guys

• Visuals r fucking stunning

• Oh shit ethos pathos logos were going for logos right now

• Oh Russian terminator is actually human

• These kids r gonna give me a heart attack man

• OH SHIT BILLYS HELPING

• ITS TAKING HIM OHMYGOD

• IS HOPPER GONNA DIE

• oh Billy's dead

• OH MY GOD THEY KILLED HOPPER

• Oh shit no max dont cry pls font cry or km gonna cry

• Why would they kill hopper jopper was supposed to be endgame wtf

• Where tf r the byers moving to

• Lucas and max are That couple

• Where is el moving to now like hopper is kinda dead

• Does she not have her powers anymore

• OH SHES MOVING W WILL

• [Emotional synth music playing]

• I'm gonna cry

• Will looking at Mike while hes crying goddammit that's not straight behavior

• IM CRYING

As much. as I kinda like byler, mileven is fucking cute and I'm fly sad they're being separated

• Fuck and I love this song too stop

• Huh they didnt mess up the Byers house this year

• They just emptied it

#stranger things #mey takes notes during films

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what-ever-happened-to-chip · 3 years ago

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Detective Rinoa

Squally better fucking gather info together with Camp B or I will kill him. I won’t be the only one pulling weight in this.

Detective Rinoa is on it.

First things first need to dress for the occasion. I find my best biker shorts, my tightest tank top (might need to use my womanly charm for info), my apple watch, three pens, my pocket journal and a short sleeve cargo vest for all my accessories.

For protection I bring along Angelo and pepper spray. Plus my shooting star blaster edge. Hair tie on and I am set.

I make a list of all the people with possible info. Christian obviously, J, Tidus, Noah. Also Jenn and Yuna with questions marks after their names. Those two I doubt have any info but maybe since Jenn was dead she’ll remember something. Also I am suspicious of what Natsu was yelling about. Darn if only we had just a little more time together with Camp B I coulda got more info. Maybe they separated us for that reason.

Yuna I put down cause I don’t think she personally had any information but she hung with Eli a

lot and he knows something. Or at least pretends to know.

They shut off any way of talking to B. Our phones don’t work trying to call or text them. We obv can’t send letters. I even tried like hacking the system and using email or facebook when I really wanted to talk to Zidane but no that was all blocked. I just don’t get it. When we were in San Diego we were still able to talk to each other just not live together. Now they have us completely separated! Like we been with these people thousands of years and outta nowhere BOOM! Separated. They claim its cause we got “too rowdy” but we were like that forever so something musta changed.

I bet Ulquiorra knows something about all this spirt stuff but not like I’ll be able to get anything out of him. Or maybe I can? He does have a weak spot for attractive woman. I add him to my list and check myself if the mirror. Yea you got it girl.

okay who to start with? Christian I probably get most info outt a but I am not in the modd for his cryptic speech pattern right now. So no I wait on that.

Me and Jenn are friends so I decided to knock her out quick. Okay Rinoa you got this. I whistle Angelo along and head towards her room.

“Knock knock its me girl!:

“Rinoa!” She runs up and hugs me. She's so cute. I love her.

“Isn’t this so shitty ! Its like I finally getta be back with Aiden and then they take us apart again ! How could they be so cruel? She pouts and sits on her bed.

I have been trying the last hundred years to get her to dump that creep but no she's wayyyy into his flaming ass. He;s like a literal monster and fucking killed her! Jenn. Sweet, innocent Jenn! But she doesn’t listen to reason just with her heart. I admire that in ways but just wish her heart was head over heels for not such a piece of shit as a person. Gray warned me if Aiden found out about what i was doing he would send me straight to hell. He’s not gonna do shit he's a pussy and so what if he does. He doesn’t have shit on me and even if he does that just proves to Jenn he is a fucking monster. Whatever. Fuck Him.

“I know girl this is so fucked up!! Least we’re on the same camp side!!”

“Yea totally and I guess besides Aiden and Namine I am not really friends with any of them.”

“Oh you have more friends then that!!” I tried to think who wasn’t a dirt bag piece of shit on that side of the camp. They definitely had wayyyy more then we did.

“I mean I guess Marcus is like sorta my friend but it always seems like hes making fun of me.” Jenn looked upset at this and began messing with her nails.

You could always tell how anxious she was by how long her nails were. They were like stubs now. It was probably hanging with Aiden. He’s so stressful for her.

“Yea I feel you girl him and that slut Lana just walk around like they are better then everyone and pretend they are like this power couple when aha- yea no.” (word from narrator. She said the last part with a scoff and a very pronounced “aha: in about the bitchest way you can imagine it)

“Yea she like hung out in here other day and it was just weeeirdddd.”

“That is weird why was she in here?”

“I don’t even know she was like asking me about how I feel about Aiden having Harry suck his dick, which I thought was super weird she was thinking about that. Like is she trying to imagine Aiden’s penis or something.” Jenn paused to grab her box of nail polish outta side table drawer. “Anyhow I told her its like fine cause Harrys so weird its like who cares about him.”

“Totally girl.” My nails needed some color too. I searched through her colours till I found a really lovely silver.

While we both painted our nails and updated each other on our feelings about the newest bachelorette. I felt like Todd should totally get with Kaitlyn but Jenn felt Winston was the better match. Todd was just so cute. Okay now that thats all settled I needed info.

“Hey so like before we got split up Natsu yelled something about you being like a dark thing or like idk what?”

“Yea I don’t know what he was saying it was just like weird and its like how can I be that? Doesn;t make any sense to me”

Rats no info.

“Yea I wouldn’t worry about it Natsus an idiot and probably just misheard something.”

“Yeah, your probably right.” Jenn looked a bit worried though.

Well this wasn’t getting me anywhere I should go see Yuna next just to get both the easy ones outta the way.

“Hey girl I gotta go, I am trying to figure out whats going on in this camp. Somethigns fishy and I am going to find out what. Maybe if I do they won’t have us spilt up as much.”

“Okay yea, good luck to you! I know you can figure it out!” Jenn flashed her teethy grin at me. She lead me to door gave me a big hug and sent me on my way.

Okay next stop stonerville

I tried her room but she wasn’t in there. Fuck hopefully she didn’t go anywhere I guess if she did I could just go to someone else on list. I saw Neji down the hall “Hey Neji have you seen Yuna?’

“Yes she was in the living room watching tv and smoking weed with a ton of people.”

“Thanks!” He seems less angry lately which is nice cause he was getting pretty flippin weird with all his hubris yelling.

I walked into living room and Neji wasn’t joking there was like 10 people in here. I spotted Yuna squeezed on couch next to Lana and Naruto. Gippal lay sprawled on the couch with his legs on all of them. Such a lazy fuck couldn’t sit up for people. Um Rude!

I didn’t want to talk to her here and have everyone yelling their opinions at once. So annoying. Once I received more information I would relay it to rest of camp but not yet.

“Rin No Na! What it be what it do?” Jesse yelled. He would be kinda cute if he wasn’t so obnoxious.

“I am fine, no don’t move over I am not staying.” I looked at tv they were all watching the hangover. I did want to watch it with them but I’ve seen it like 5 times and my mission was important. I sat on coffee table facing Yuna “Psst hey Yuna can we go somewhere to talk’

“WHAT YA GUYS GONNA TALK ABOUT?” Naruto yelled. Great just fucking great now everyones gonna start yelling other annoying things.

“I bet its period stuff.” Natsu yelled

“No I bet its woman stuff” Naruto yelled

“Periods are woman stuff you dumb fuck” Sasuke yelled

“Shut up all of you its none of your fucking business!.”

Some mumbles and a few more yells how we were gonna have sex and scissor each other. Everyone is so moronic here, it's sooo aggravating.

“Yea of course Rinoa!” Yuna squeezed herself outta the couch with the grunts from Gippal. He better not vomit on the fucking couch again that was so fucking gross and disgusting.

I guided Yuna to my room which was the safest room to talk. No one ever came here except Zidane but he was with other camp so I am safe.

“Oh I love what you’ve done with the room!” Yuna smiled and sat on the end of bed . She just sat there smiling. I wonder how her face isn’t stuck in that position from how much she does it. I dug around in my desk until I found my one hitter and a lil bit of weed. I didn’t smoke much so this was probably months old but whatever it will do. I hand the packed pipe to Yuna whose face lights up at it “Oh thank you Rinoa this is so thoughtful!” She takes down the whole bowl in one huge hit. Packing it again with her own personal stash. She hands it towards me but I wave it off. Have to keep my brain clear.

“So whats going on? Is everything okay?” Yuna asked. Okay good the weed didn’t make her retarded. This stuff wasn’t that strong so that probably helped, also her tolerance I bet is wayyy too high for this cheap stuff to effect her much.

“Yeah I am fine, everything is good with me. I am just, well I been thinking about all that stuff that happened before they split us up, like about the darks spirits, I was wondering if you knew anything about that?”

“Oh yes it was such a terrible thing that happened to Jonis dear daughter, I am so furious with Gray and how it all happened. Just so Gray could oh I don’t even know what he wanted out of it which makes me even more mad! “ Yuna huffed a little after all this, its probably from the weed and she didn’t take a single breathe while talking but I liked to believe it was from the extra pounds she carried around with her. Ha chunky Yuna huffing away. Okay Rinoa focus

I didn’t really care about all the stuff with Jonis daughter but I needed Yuna to stay on my side so I said “yea that was so fucked up of Gray, Just cause hes sad and miserable doesn’t mean he needs to bring everyone to his level.” I scoffed and Yuna nodded in approval “So yea anyhow about dark spirits you know anything?”

“Its a horrible place. I don’t know a lot but I know a little bit.” Yuna drank some water and continued “So usually souls are sent to their worlds version of the after life”

Rinoa interrupted “- so its like hell?”

“No I mean hell still exists in some worlds but their soul is still intact for lack of a better term. It can still be retrieved and brought back.”

“Ok so this place is like totally different from other afterworlds, its like its own entity?”

“Precisely! Its its own separate place! I am not sure where it came from or how long its been around, Elis I know speculates it formed when the worlds collided, yet I know Aiden was there before that so I don’t believe that is true. Christian told me once its always been around, and after Eli heard about that, he speculated that the reason the worlds collided had to do with this place. I am not sure about any of that. What I do know is the place consists of dark magic and dark beings dwell there. Any soul who steps into that place becomes tainted. So what happened with Lily is because she was killed with dark magic she was tainted and had to be sent there. No other afterlife could handle such a dark being without becoming dark themselves. I don’t exactly know how it all works though.” Yuna looked down seemingly flustered with it all

I pondered on this for a while. She gave me a lot more information then I could have hoped for.

“So its pretty much the worst place in the universe? No wonder Aiden is so fucked up!”

“Yes it is, Eli told me once anyone who goes there becomes tainted in a way, incomplete rather. Like they aren’t all together human anymore. He couldn’t tell me how or why. He also said anyone who goes their becomes trapped but Aiden is intact and he has his soul still, so Eli must be wrong about that. Or perhaps thats what usually happens and Aiden somehow beat the system? I don’t know its all so horrible I don’t like to think about it!” Yuna took the liberty to pack herself another bowl to smoke.

“Hmm so if thats the case and J was there and also got out there must be some way.”

“Yes they must be! Ya know I can feel souls with my summoner ability and I have always sensed J’s soul be off. Like it just feels wrong but now that I know he was in that place, thats probably why it feels that way!”

“Yea and thats why spirits don't seem to want anything to do with him and let him get away with so much shit because they don’t want him around. He probably terrifies them!”

I began jotting down things in my journal and Yuna finished off her bowl.

“Hey Yuna no offense but I gotta go. I need to figure out more about all this and I have quite a few more people to talk to!”

“Oh of course I will leave you, if you need anything more I will be in living room!”

“Okay yea thanks” Just before she left room I thought of one more thing “Hey real quick so I am gonna talk to Noah, Tidus, J , Ulquiorra and Christian , know anyone else in Camp A that would know something?”

Yuna pondered for a second “Perhaps try Sasuke? He seems to know a lot about everything. Oh and try Jet! He was an old commander so perhaps he knows something from his time in charge.”

“Okay yea i put them down, thanks see you around! “ Yuna waved and headed out

No way in hell was I talking to either one of them. Especially if I didn’t have to. Wasn’t in the mood to get groped and deal with the biggest asshole in camp. No thank you.

Next stop Noah!

I found him in his room laying in the dark with his covers up. He looked briefly at me when I entered but turned around to continue staring at his wall.

I took the liberty to let myself in. I slid out a chair and opened the blinds up so I could see. He looked like shit.

“Hey I know you probably don’t want to talk about this but I need to know about the dark spirit place or whatever its called.” I paused looking at him “Its important.” I added

No response. I couldn’t wait for him to get over whatever this was.

“Noah, I need to know, help me out here”

“Why would you wanna know about that place?” He said it in a whisper

“I, no we, as a camp need to know!” This came out a lot more harsh then I meant it too. Whatever. Usually the guy was so dumb you asked him anything and he replied. No filters. But now when I need him to talk hes understanding what silence means? What the fuck. Where's lady luck and why isn’t she on my side?

“No you don’t need to know, you think you need to know but it won’t help anything, it won’t change anything. It will just bring pain and destruction.

I was geting so annoyed at his inability to just answer a fucking question I blew up.

“OMG are you mansplaining to me? I know what is good and bad for me to know. Fuck right off Noah. I can handle myself, I can handle this, I am not a moron.”

He sat up slightly at this and sighed “ No you can’t handle this, you or anyone else in camp that isn’t already involved in this doesn’t need to be. Theres no reason for anyone to know anymore then you guys already do. Now please leave me I am not in the mood.”

I wanted to freak out at him, yet I realized that would get me nowhere. ;”Fine be that way, go fuck yourself Noah!” I slammed his door as hard as I could manage . I sat in the hallway and cried for a little bit. Why can’t I know? He obviously told Joni or else she wouldn’t have had him kill her kid. Or maybe he's the only one that takes orders from Joni. She's such a junkie cunt I bet even if she was here she wouldn’t give me any answers either. Just yell about needing more booze and making stupid inside jokes with jesse that no one else finds funny. They are the worst set of twins I have ever fucking met .

This was pointless. I went to my room and screamed in my pillow for a few minutes. When I was done my throat hurt and Angelo looked worried.

Sign this whole thing was stupid why did I even try it? No I have to keep going. I decided to go see Tidus when he actually took his meds he was pretty cool and we hung out. When he was off them though it was fucking annoying as shit. Lately he seemed normal so lets hope for the best. I can’t have two let downs in a row.

I found him in his room lifting weights, his room looked mostly clean which was a good indicator on his saneness. “35, 36, 37,-”

“Hey Tidus its me can I come in?”

“Oh yea Rinoa let me just finish these reps. 38, 39- I waited till he counted to 50 and set the weight down before speaking

“Hey so I gonna cut right to the chase, your a spirit and everything so I wonder if you know anything about all this dark spirit stuff they were talking about?”

He was drinking out of his water but stopped after i said dark spirit and his face fell. Oh he totally knows something.

“Umm no I don’t umm sorry,” He faced away from me and I saw in his mirror him muttering to himself.

“I know you know something Tidus, just tell me I can take it.” He fidgeted around picking up random objects then setting them down.

“I mean well I wanna tell you but I am not suppose to talk about it”

“What? Who says you cant talk about it?” Now I was super curious a secret dark spirit place that he was banned from talking about. Oh this was juicy.

I heard people out the door talking and heard my name so my ears perked up, it sounded like Jesse and Yuna

“You were talking to Rinoa? Egh talking to her is like I have an itch on the roof of my mouth that only a shotgun can scratch.” Jesse said loudly

“Oh shes not that bad!” Yuna replied

What a fucking asshole, I made a mental note to go chew him out after this but I didn’t want to wreck my flow I had going here.

Tidus looked at me sympathetically and I waited till they passed by before talking again

Tidus spoke first tho “Hey don’t mind Jesse he’s just an asshole”

“Uh Yea duh I know that and why would I be bothered by what a lonely wannabe says about me?” My eyes challeneged him to say something stupid. Wisely he changed topics

“Well um what you been up to today?

“Well I been trying to get people to tell me about the dark spirit place.”

He looked uncomfortable and said “Uh huh I see, why is it you wanna know so bad?”

“Because I, or well camp, has the right to know about this, I mean like shouldn’t we do something about it or like go save people from it.”

“You can’t get rid of it that's not how it works, its like saying your gonna blow up hell, its not possible. ANd saving people, why would we have to do that? No one we know is there so that just be a suicide mission.” He shook his head and drank down the rest of his water. Going to refill it in the water jug he had in his room he added “Even if we did have someone to save, we couldn't. It would just be a waste of lifes and resources!”

“Well Lily got there why wouldn’t we go save her?”

“You know why Rinoa, she doesn’t matter to camp, she's just a kid with no powers.”

“Omg why didn’t I think of that!” If someone that camp needed or cared about went there we would have to go save them and have to go there! I refrained from saying this out loud though so no one could hear my scheme and block it. Tidus just assumed I didn’t realize Lily was useless which I mean duh, I let him think that though. Makes things easier.

“Yea I mean maybe she would have powers later but she was only in camp like an hour and I mean like Yuna liked her and- He started rambling about how great Yuna was and I spaced out. Who should I get killed though? It would have to be Noah killing them and use his weird demon thing inside him to do it, can’t be a gun, no pretty sure it have to be Virgo inside him. Hmm who to kill though? My first thought after what Jesse said was him but no he was immortal that wouldn’t work. I don’t know if immortality worked against this but I didn’t want to risk it. Only have one go at this. Hmmm maybe Aerith? She was important plus easy to kill plus Sasuke would go insane and make people go save her with him. Yes, Aerith would be perfect. I almost think Jenn would be funnier to fuck with Aiden but shes useless, so the commanders might not let us go and then Aiden probably just convince himself she never existed and we all would just move on in our lives. Wait, Aerith is a spirit though, that might safeguard her. Not sure but once again don’t wanna risk it. Fuck who then?

“And shes so caring and pretty and- “

“Tidus shut up I am trying to think”

He stopped talking and made a face at me. “You coulda said that nicer”

“Yea okay I am sorry, whatever, “

“What are you thinking about anyhow?” Tidus inquired.

Was it safe to tell him? Probably and I would need help with this so bing bing hes the winner! I decided to ease into it though and gauge him out. If he seemed hesitant I would have to find someone new to ask

“I was just thinking how shitty it would be if someone from camp was killed and sent there.”

“Oh yea that would be horrible we wouldn’t see them ever again!”

“I mean never again?” I asked as innocently as I could manage “I mean Aiden got out of there didn’t he?”

“Yea I mean yea but he has Christian helping him when Christian still had access to virgo or well access to his powers”

So thats how it happened hmmm

“Well couldn’t he access them again?” I inquired

“No cause Virgo is in Noah.”

“What about J? He got taken out too?

“Yea I don’t know how that worked I only just found that out today, I assumine G accessed the igndaemoni stone. I heard that has to do with it” “ I also hear- all of a sudden Tidus’s face just stopped moving

“What the hell?” I asked and just as I did I saw J walk into the room. Oh so he paused time. What an asshole

“J what the fuck!!!! I was so close!!” I pouted and waved my notebook around and my pen flew out of my hand as I flayed around

“A little too close” His nasally voice said. God his voice was so fucking annoying

“Lets go to kitchen to talk” I followed him in there and noticed quite a few people in there all paused

“Stop while your ahead Trist me on this.”

“Omg you fucking too-- omg look at grays face!!”

His face looked like he was just about to sneeze. Contored and retarded looking.

J let out his shrill laugh while Rinoa laughed like she was actually saying the words heehee

“Wait Wait look at Lana!” Her face looked like it was turning both ways and her hand was in her butt cheek.

“Omg”

Rinoa and J continued to point out others with dumb expressions on each letting out their different but equally annoying laughs.

J wiped a tear from his eye “Oh that rich thats just great.”

I decided to try again “So J what the fuck why did you pause everyone.”

“For my own safety that's why!” He yelled back. God did he not know how to get his voice at a reasonable level

“You’re safety from what ?”

J looked around like a paranoid drunk. “Just trust me bitch, you don’t want to go down this path.” J himsellf knew hardly anything about this, he had to take a class in it at the spirit university but he fell asleep half way through and skipped the next two classes and the final class he was so lost on the exam he decided to get drunk in the bathroom and have G make sure he got a passing score. What he did know though was that Ulqiorra would kill him if Rinoa started some shit up. Partly why they let Harry and him spy on everyone was for security reasons and as long as everyone behaved themselves, at least a little, they were allowed to continue being camp security.

“DON’T CALL ME A BITCH!” Rinoa stormed, proving J’s point in her screams of rage if she classified as a bitch or not.

After her yells subsided with some throw ins of “clay piece of fuck,” “get new friends” “your an fucking asshole” she sat down and crossed her arms and started pouting.

“I don’t see why I can’t just know, I am not gonna do anything with it I just want to know”

“No you definitely want to do something and I can’t risk you knowing too much and fucking things up for me.”

“For you what the fuck do you mean?”

Shit J thought didn’t need to add that last part “I just mean me as like everyone in camp its won’t be good and Ulquiorras gonna flip out if you unite everyone in some doomed mission.”

Rinoas face contorted but then twisted into a devious smile. “Okay fine I won’t do anything” She said as innocent as she could manage.

J stared at her with a look of disbelieve but he also was just about to go to Milwaukee with Paine, Yuna and Gippal and he really wanted to get to that. Distancing himself from harry has really done wonders for his social life. He gets to hang out with Gipplal, GIPPAL! His dreams were coming true.

As J daydreamed about his perfect day with Gippal and how maybe they could break off from the other two and get ice cream and Gippal would get some in his beard and J would slowly wipe it off for him-- Rinoa was thinking of how to get j out of camp so she can continue getting answers. “So can you unpause it, I get it okay?”

“Yea Yea fine,” J took out a device in his pocket and hit the button. Everyone instantly started moving.

“What where did you guys come from?” Gray asked

“WE BEEN IN HERE FUCK OFF” J replied and left to go find his new friends.

“Yea lay off the dope its making you stupid.” Rinoa shot back at him

“I don’t recall you guys being in here either” Lana stated

“Whatever you guys are all dumb then” Rinoa flipped her hair and walked out of the room, forgetting about Tidus for the moment and headed back to her room

In Tidus’s room he was quite shocked by Rinoa disappearing and was terrified he had hallucinated the whole conversation “Oh no Oh no, she was here, wasn’t she? No nonononono! “ Tidus yelled and began searching around his room for her. Looking under his bed and in his closet for obvious places but then under books and his lamp thinking maybe she somehow shrunk. Moving on from schizo boy we head back to Rinoa.

“Okay I just have to find a way to get J to leave. hmmm “ Rinoa mindlessly pet Angelo while brainstorming. Suddenly Yuna walked in.

“Hey Rinoa is was lovely talking to you earlier, I hope you figure out what your looking for!”

“Yea yea I am trying to think now so can you like leave?’

“Oh okay yea no I can’t stay I am going to milwaukee with some friends!” As yuna turned to leave Rinoa yelled for her to stop

“Wait who are you going with?” Rinoa asked, she had to get J to go with them somehow.

“Oh um Paine, Gippal and J”

Rinoa jumped up and ran and hugged Yuna “OMG I could kiss you thats fantastic! Don’t let me keep you go go” Rinoa shooed out the very confused Yuna.

“Okay Angelo we are back on track!” Rinoa jumped for joy grabbed her notepad and ran to go find TIdus.

-- And that finishes Part 1 of this story-- I will either finish it or can have Rinoa explain how rest of it went when I see ya tomorrow! Probably do the latter so we can move on with plot!

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ieroween1031 · 7 years ago

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Bev/Richie BrOTP Headcanons:

(These are really long; like I’ve said before, I have absolutely no idea how to convey ideas in less than like, seven thousand words, so headcanons are new to me. But if you have any requests, send me a prompt, and I’ll do some more because I actually really like doing them! Open to other fandoms, too, like Shameless, TWD or Stranger Things!)

Bev and Richie are best friends.

Like, BEST best friends.

They’re are always the ones with the bad ideas

And they’re always supporting the other’s bad ideas

Like how Bev is the only one cheering when Richie finally lays into Huggins for pushing Eddie in the hall, while all the other Losers try to pry him off

And Richie is all for Bev’s cousin making them fake IDs

They sneak out of their different classes at the same time to share a smoke in the girls’ bathrooms

They have English together, and their English teacher is NOT happy about it. She sat them next to each other once and has never immediately regretted a decision more in her life because they would NOT. SHUT. UP.

Not only that, but Richie would make dick jokes (out loud, of course; he’s no pussy) about EVERYTHING the class read, and Bev would laugh her ass off every time.

“Of course Juliet killed herself. Couldn’t live without that dick!”

“Why is it that when she does it, she just has to wear an A on her tits, but when I do it, I get detention for ‘inappropriately propositioning the music teacher’?”

“Call me Ponyboy, cuz I’ll let you ride it.”

“TOZIER!”

Meanwhile, Bev is hanging out of her desk, one hand on the floor literally crying with laughter.

After that, the teacher moves them completely across the room from each other

But do you think that stops them? Oh, no.

They try to sneak it and sit together anyway, since the seat next to Bev is empty, but they always get caught.

So they just literally shout across the room while the teacher’s talking

Or they stand and throw notes back and forth like football players, not even trying to hide it

It’s so bad that the teacher finally relents and lets them sit together, because then at least the ruckus is contained to one corner of the room

Richie drives Bev to school, since they live the closest, AKA they both live in ‘poor town’.

Richie has a thing for climbing houses and sneaking in windows (For real, though, I’ve never met anyone that disagrees, so if it wasn’t actually canon, it is now)

So when he has a bad day, or when Bev and her father argue, she’ll lock her door so her father can’t get in and sit on the roof with him and smoke.

This is where they got high for the first time, just the two of them.

If Richie’s having a really bad night, he’ll let himself into her room while she’s sleeping and just sleep on the floor (sometimes he goes to Eddie’s instead; it just depends on how he’s feeling that night).

Until one winter night. Bev woke up when Richie was closing the window. He wasn’t wearing a coat, so she told him to just lay in the bed with her to warm up.

He only meant to stay for a minute, but he was hella tired so he crashed. The next morning, he woke up with his head on Bev’s chest and her arms around him.

When she woke up, she just kissed the top of his head and left to go to the bathroom.

Now every time Richie spends the night, they sleep in Bev’s bed and cuddle.

Bev is the big spoon

Richie goes with Bev to get her belly button pierced when she’s sixteen. He holds her hand the whole time

He kinda wants his done too, but the piercer snorts and says it’s a girl thing (which upsets Richie even though he tries to hide it, and Bev is so angry at the guy that she ‘accidentally’ knocks over an entire case of jewelry on her way out)

In the end, he gets his nose pierced, and Bev tells him how sexy he looks the whole way home (Eddie agrees by nearly attacking him with kisses in the middle of his living room when Richie comes over to show him)

Richie has really small feet for a guy (which bothers him for some reason) so he’s always stealing borrowing Bev’s Doc Martens

Bev gets revenge by taking all his favorite Hawaiian shirts

He pretends to be mad, but Bev slays in them, and even his gay ass can’t deny that she looks better in them than he does

Everyone assumes that Richie is this player, because he flirts with literally everyone. Guy, girl, gay, straight, undecided, it doesn’t matter; Trashmouth Tozier will make kissy faces and wink at you

But only Bev knows that he’s a scared virgin, and that he’s only ever been intimate with Eddie

She and Ben have sex first, so she shares everything she knows with Richie. She even lifts him some condoms and a bottle of lube from the pharmacy since he can’t go buy them himself because people can see me, Beverly!

Richie helps Bev shop for lingerie, and she always models it for him at home.

He insists that she could wear a burlap bag and Ben would bust a nut, but she likes the way she feels knowing she’s dressed in leather or lace under her clothes and nobody else (but Richie) knows, so it’s as much for her as it is for Ben.

In that case, Richie wholeheartedly supports this, because he is all for his best friend feeling powerful and sexy, like Yaas, slay, my Queen!

Richie has absolutely no problem buying Bev tampons if she’s on her period and cramping so bad that she can’t get out of bed

And she gets killer periods, so when she’s on the rag, they’ll watch movies and pig out on ice cream together

Richie is a touch slut with everybody, always wanting physical contact, like hand holding, or playing with someone’s hair, or sitting on their lap, or kissing their cheeks

Bev (even more so than the rest of the Losers) lets him be as touchy as he wants, and never calls him out on it because she knows that aside from the Losers, he’s never been shown any other affection, so it’s normal for him to want it so badly

(Which she knows because she asked Ben to do the research on why kids from broken homes are sometimes more affectionate)

People always assume they’re a couple, since Richie is so handsy with her, and they never correct anyone

They always down to play the part when one of them is getting hit on, so much so that Richie has kissed Bev almost as much as Eddie

Richie knows when Ben and Bev do anything sexual for the first time, as Bev always tells him about it immediately afterward

Richie returns the favor, knocking on her window one Wednesday night in the middle of the summer of their Junior year, explaining that they’d finally done it. Eddie and Richie have finally lost their virginity to each other.

Bev cries and gives him the biggest hug

She cries even harder when Richie tells her that they used the condoms and lube she stole for him

She paints the nails on his middle fingers black for him every week, but just the middle fingers, because he says that’s the one he uses most often

They talk about serious things when they’re cuddled in bed together

Bev tells Richie that she knows in her heart that she’s gonna marry Ben, and that one day, Richie will be the godfather to their children

Richie doesn’t say anything, but Bev hears him sniffle happily

Richie admits that he plans to follow Eddie to whatever college he gets into, (since he was never planning on going to college, anyway) no matter where in the country it is

Even Alaska, even though Richie hates the cold

That’s when Bev knows he’s serious about Eddie, even though he’s never been serious about anything else in the world

He also confesses that he’s terrified when he thinks about how hard their life will be, and how much it fucking sucks that they’ll always live in constant fear, simply because they’re two guys in love

Bev agrees, and kisses Richie’s shoulder

But he also tells her that even with all the bullshit, teasing, violence and fear, he doesn’t ever wish he was straight, because Eddie was the best thing that has ever happened to him

They agree that no matter where they go, and how long they’re apart for, that they will always be there for each other

Fast forward ten years:

Richie stands up by the altar in a tux and a vest that’s the same shade of tiffany blue as the bridesmaid dresses

He gasps when he sees Bev, even though he and Eddie were with her when she found her dress. He even cries as she walks down the aisle

He holds her bouquet, keeps Ben’s ring safe during the ceremony, holds her dress when she has to pee, makes an inappropriate and hilarious speech, and basically just nails this whole Maid of Honor thing (Bev was fine with calling him her Man of Honor, but he insisted that he was not missing out on anything that came with the job, and that includes the title Maid of Honor)

He DJ’s a lot of the reception, until Bev pulls him onto the dance floor for a slow dance

He tells her how much he loves her while they’re dancing, how happy he is and how beautiful she looks. How proud he is of what she’s overcome, and how honored he is to have such an amazing woman for a best friend

And now she’s crying

Fast forward two more years:

Bev beams from her spot as Best Man, looking sharp as shit in a tailored black tuxedo and a pastel pink bow tie (Picking the colors was a process. Eddie loved pastels, but argued that light pink was too ‘girly’ and obvious for a queer wedding. Richie, however, was not having it, and insisted that Eddie’s favorite color be showcased in all its grandeur, no matter how gay it was)

She got to hold Ben’s and Richie’s hands (After much deliberation about who was going where, they put Ben and Stan on Richie’s side, while Eddie had snatched up Bill and Mike for his party) while Eddie walked down the aisle, alone but confident

She cries like a baby when Richie mentions her in his vows

“I told Beverly years ago that I was gonna follow you no matter where you went, and she never doubted me for a second. She’s always encouraged me to chase my dreams, and that’s you.”

Bev helped them decide what song should be their first dance song

Spoiler Alert: It’s Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by Bryan Adams

Afterwards, all the Losers storm the floor for their own special dance (they dance to St. Elmo’s Fire)

They all hold hands and dance and sing at the top of their lungs, even though Bill still stutters a little, Eddie’s tone-deaf, Ben is usually too embarrassed to sing, and Stan has two left feet

Beverly is the last person to kiss the boys before they leave for their honeymoon, and she watches the limo drive off with eyeliner streaming down her face

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ours-is-feral-love · 7 years ago

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Red Sand

A/N: And . . . another one. Really couldn’t get this idea out of my head. [SPOILERS if you’ve not finished the show!]

Enjoy.

Summary: Alyssa sneaks into the hospital where James is being held following his capture. [T for language ] [Word Count: 2,621] [Alyssa’s POV]

I look the police officer over carefully from where I sit, watching his heavy eyelids droop over his evil eyes. He shouldn’t be too hard to fool. He looks like quite an idiot.

Nurses and doctors pass by on a continual loop, each of them shooting nervous glances at the doorway behind the drowsy PC. I want to tell them all to fuck off. I want to shout it really, really loudly. Scream it until I can’t speak anymore. Until there’s blood coming out of my mouth. But I stop myself. Making a scene won’t do me any good. No one can know I am here. Mum thinks I’m tucked underneath my duvet like some fucking caterpillar waiting to become a butterfly.

They’re scared of him. They’re all terrified he’s going to escape his restraints and slaughter them as if he is a psychotic serial killer.

Pussies. Each and every one of them.

None of them know who he is. They don’t know what really happened that night. They think they do because of the shitty news coverage, but the media is full of liars and money-loving fakes. And a story about an unhinged boy on a crime spree sneaking into a rapist’s house intending to murder said rapist sells better than the truth. That James only killed him to protect me.

He’s a hero. He deserves a medal, not shackles. Not a bullet hole in his left arm.

I heard on the BBC they had to give him blood transfusions because of how much of his own supply he lost on the beach. Because the bullet that hit him snagged an artery on its way out.

It’s been nearly a week, and I’ve unintentionally blocked that day from my memories, but I remember that bit. I hear that final gunshot as I sit staring at the sleeping officer and I see James go down as if it’s happening all over again. He sprawls on the ground, arms and legs at strange angles. I’m still screeching his name, but he isn’t moving. And there’s red. It’s everywhere, spilling over the wet sand . . .

I close my eyes before I lose my shit in the middle of the hospital. I breathe in a shaky breath, clutching the seat of the uncomfortable chair I am occupying near James’ room. The scratchy vinyl feels gross, but the cracks in the material scrape my palms and the pain is somehow soothing.

I think I've always needed a little bit of pain to get me through the day. It's why I put up with Tony for so long. Why I let my mum talk down to me like I was the most massive disappointment. Of course, I'm suffering a lot more than I'm used to at the moment. General teenage angst seems to have not prepared me for a situation like this. A situation that involves the boy you love being shot and then shackled to a hospital bed.

I am so lost right now.

But I know if I could see him, just for a second, that everything would fall back into place. I won't be so lost when I get past that snoozing guard.

I open my eyes and get to my feet. It's time for some fucking action. I pinch my cheeks, slouch my shoulders, and push my bottom lip out. Satisfied that I look like someone in need of some help, I approach the policeman.

I poke him hard on the arm. He jerks awake, and for a moment I just want to slap him. Bring him to the ground and beat the shit out of him. But I manage to hold myself back.

The man's bulging eyes look me up and down. His face softens.

It is this moment I am outrageously glad my parents’ genes mixed in just the right way to make me look like a fucking twelve-year-old.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asks in that voice my mum uses when she's talking to the twins.

Ugh. The desire to punch him comes over me again. He's even more fucking disgusting than I thought.

“Some—someone stole my bag." I sniffle, watching the geezer before me take on a hardened look of determination. "It had a present for my mum in it."

"Okay, darling. Which way did he go?" He reaches out for my hand, but I quickly use that one to point behind me.

No way do I want this old creep touching me.

"That way. I think I saw him going down the stairs. He's probably not even here anymore." I put my face in my hands and pretend to cry. I make ugly noises for added effect.

Maybe I should be a fucking actor when I grow up. Do they let criminals on TV?

"Don't cry," he says. "Don't cry. Look. I can't leave this spot, but I can ask a nurse to take you down to the security desk and they can help find your bag. Okay?"

Not okay. So not okay.

I remove my hands, frowning. "I need to find it now! My mum is dying of fucking cancer and you can't be a decent enough policeman to help me get back the present I bought for her with literally all of my fucking money? What if she dies in the time it takes for me to go down and start explaining this shit show to someone else?"

Gotcha.

The officer's face is wide. His mouth hangs open. His saucepan eyes swerve around the room, making sure no one is watching us.

"Okay," he says in an angry, hushed tone. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. What did the man look like?"

He stands up, straightening the weapons belt around his hips.

"Tall. Dark eyes, brown hair. Wearing a dark grey sweater with blue jeans and black snazzy shoes. Tan. Probably forty or so," I say. It’s Tony’s description. Maybe he’ll be walking down the street when the PC comes along.

Turning as the policeman does, my back is now to the door.

I can practically feel James.

My heart thumps wildly in anticipation. It hurts. I can't breathe.

"Alright." He motions to the seat at the back of my knees. "Stay here. Make sure no one goes inside."

"Why?" I ask as he starts walking away. "What's behind the door?"

"A monster," he says.

That's it. If I see him again, I'm definitely punching him.

I nod in agreement to his request, staring after him as he disappears round a corner.

This is it. I turn towards the room and shove the chair out of the way, moving close enough to the door that I can smell the wood. I reach for the handle. It’s cold, but unlocked. Twisting slowly, my eyes darting left and right, praying to the countless number of deities I’ve heard of throughout my whole life that I won’t get caught, I hear a click and the door falls inward. I go with it, pressed to the wood, and sneak inside the room.

I actually gasp. Like a fucking cartoon or something. The door closes softly behind me. I look around the room. There are wires and machines everywhere. Beeping noises collapse against my eardrums.

A heartbeat. James’ heartbeat.

And there he is. Right in front of me, asleep, looking sickly and pale and like he hasn’t properly showered in a few days. His arm is in a sling. He is connected to a saline drip through an IV via his uninjured arm. He is cuffed, too. To the side of the bed. There is a metal handcuff around his thin wrist.

God, I am so fucked off. I want to go at the restraint with a chainsaw.

Looking at him makes me want to cry. It always has. Ever since we first met. But right now, I really want to cry. More badly than I have ever wanted to before.

But I shouldn’t. I can’t. I need to be strong for him.

Swallowing the giant cricket ball forming in my oesophagus, I creep on my tiptoes towards the giant hospital bed. He looks even worse close up. There’s a dark shadow over the bottom half of his face. Deep purple bags lie underneath his closed eyes.

I’m too far gone. I can’t stop the tears. They crawl down my cheeks, slip past my chin, and land on the grey-blue blanket covering James’ body. One, as I move my head to get a better look at his face, drips over his eyelids.

He comes awake. The beeping grows quicker. I swear my lungs have stopped working. Reaching out, I place my hand over his mouth as his eyes snap open. His jaw parts. Hidden behind my palm, I feel his heavy breaths bathe my skin.

“Shh,” I warn, breathless. “I’m not supposed to be here. We don’t have much time.”

He shakes his head and I lift my hand. “You need to leave,” he says. It comes out all croaky and dry. He’s broken.

It makes me so angry. If he had just let me come with him, none of this shit would be happening.

If only I hadn’t been silly enough to believe my dad was a decent fucking human being, we would be in Switzerland by now, hiding in a bakery or skiing down some snow-capped mountain.

“I’m staying,” I say defiantly. He can’t tell me what to do.

He starts to sit up, but the effort exhausts him and he quickly lies back down. His brilliant eyes—the most beautiful things I’ve literally ever seen—gaze up at me. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

To be honest, I don’t want to see him like this. But I hold off on telling him that. “I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care that you’re handcuffed. James,” I say, the tears forming again. I reach for his chained hand. His fingers are sweaty, but he holds onto me regardless, entwining our fingers. I could collapse in a heap of despair like those women in the 19th century used to. “What’s gonna happen to you?”

“I’m not sure,” he says.

The words come out thin and brittle. I think there’s a cricket ball in his throat too. With my spare hand, I grab the cup of water by his bed and slowly, like he’s a baby, I tip the cup towards his mouth. He swallows a couple of gulps and coughs away any excess dryness. He mutters a thanks and I return the cup to its original spot.

“They’re keeping me here until my arm heals a bit more,” he says. “And then I’ll be moved to a jail to await trial. Then I’ll be prosecuted.”

He says it with such indifference that I find myself wanting to take him by the shoulders and shake him viciously.

“How can you be okay with this?” I ask, my face hot and wet. My lips tremble. My forehead hurts from frowning. “None of this is okay. None at all. It’s a giant mess—a total miscarriage of justice.”

I’ve been watching a lot of that American TV show Law and Order while under house arrest.

The longer I stare frustratedly at James half-lying down on his hospital bed, the blurrier he gets. But I blink rapidly, clearing my vision, when his face bunches. He's crying too. Not as much as me, but there's a small tear trolling down his scruffy face. Instinct compels me to wipe it away. I scrape at it with my thumb and hold my hand against his warm cheek. He presses into me, nostrils billowing like a curtain caught by the wind.

Okay. So, he isn't okay with this.

"I'm sorry," I say, rubbing the tear back into his skin. "I know you're just trying to be brave."

"I just," he says, "want to be with you."

My heart is going to explode. Is it possible for words to kill you?

"And I know that when they put me away, I'm not going to be able to be with you anymore," he continues, the words vibrating. "I don't want that to happen."

Fuck. Neither do I.

"I'll come see you," I promise. "And when you get out, we can be together again." My knees are starting to buckle under all the pressure. I hold tight to James. "Maybe we can get married . . . and then I'd get those conjugal visit things."

It's a joke. Mum would sooner disown me and throw me in the streets than allow me to marry a convicted felon.

But it does make James laugh. And that makes me smile. And some of that pressure lifts away.

"You would visit me?" he asks, and I sense the genuine worry.

"Yes. Fuck, I'd be in there with you if I could." If you'd let me. “Can I lie down?”

“What?”

“In the bed with you,” I say. “Just for a minute.” The guard’ll be on his way back soon. I’ll need to set off before then. But I need to lie with him. To feel his body against mine one last time before he’s taken away from me.

“I don’t know how easy it will be.” James looks to his shackled wrist and then to his bullet-hole-ridden arm.

I start climbing in, kicking my sandals off and bunching up the yellow sundress Mum got me when I was released from hospital the day James got captured. I wore it so she would let me out of the house. How long does she think it takes to pick up chocolate from the Co-op?

James can’t move a lot, but he slides over to make room for me. Lying on my side, pressing my hand flat against his chest, I rest my head on his shoulder. We sigh together. A sound of true contentment.

As much as he can, James holds me. His shackled fingers bend and move over the skin of my neck. I shiver into his hospital gown. For someone who looks so horrible, he smells just the same as always. Like lavender soap. I breathe him in, forcing myself to memorise the scent.

“You changed your hair,” he notes, fiddling with the short strands that just barely reach my neck.

“Mum took me to the salon immediately,” I say. Guess she wasn’t all that fucking pleased about the blond. “The woman made it too dark. I don’t like it.”

“Well, I do,” James says.

I smile into his neck.

I shouldn’t be happy at all. Things are about to get a whole lot worse for the both of us. But he’s touching me and I’m touching him, and everything just feels . . . right. I know it’ll be gone the instant I leave this room, but I will revel in it for the few minutes I have.

“You shouldn’t have come,” James says.

I lift myself up. Our faces are only a few centimetres apart. His breaths wash over my face. “Why?” I ask, confused and hurt.

James continues stroking every piece of available skin. “Now that you’re here, I don’t want you to leave.”

Oh.

“I don’t want to leave,” I tell him.

“But you have to.”

“But I have to,” I agree. “But not yet. In a minute.”

I have to kiss him. I have to remember the feel of his mouth on mine.

Lowering my face the tiniest bit, I close my eyes and affix my lips to his. He can’t properly embrace me, and I can’t move too much for fear of further injuring him, but he is soft against me and that’s all that matters.

I was wrong before. Now everything is right. The seas have calmed. The earth has stopped turning. And it’s James and me against the world.

#the end of the f***ing world #the end of the fucking world #teotfw #james x alyssa #james #alyssa #alyssa's pov #my writing #thanks for reading guys #fanfiction

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cxnsigliere · 7 years ago

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ALL THE QUESTIONS BINCH and no erica totally didnt send this to herself haha what r u talking about.

when u desperately send an ask meme to urself bc u just wanna talk about ur dumb oc for no reason whatsoever

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

about 10 minutes for king! he really cannot stay still for very long tbh, blame it on ADHD for the most part. if he sits down for too long, he starts to get really antsy and squirms in his seat the whole entire time. also a big reason why he always be skippin class in his high school verses roijwoirjgaegogij

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

very easy! honestly king usually makes himself laugh more than anything else tho. hes the kind of person who laughs at his own jokes. but honestly all u gotta do is tell like even the world’s shittiest joke to him and he’ll probably start cryin from laughter

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

usually he’s just out like a light, so he doesnt have to do very much to put himself to sleep. if theres ever a night where he cannot sleep tho, tHEN HE GETS OUT THE ALCOHOL UNTIL HE PASSES OUT DRUNK, KING NO THATS BAD,

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

pretty easy tbh?? like as long as you dont scare him and ur nice to him, he’s probably gonna trust u right off the bat

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

ALSO PRETTY EASY. it all just depends how you act towards him.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

i guess it depends idk. generally immovable tho, but then, when has king ever gave a single fuck about the law???????????

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

he doesnt usually like to think about his past very much and avoids thinking about it as much as possible. he’s not sure what necessarily triggers any nostalgia for him– but when he’s left alone in silence with nothing but his own thoughts, that’s when he starts to think about his childhood, his dad, basically everything, and he hates it. thats why he very much prefers loud environments and likes to be in the company of other people, no matter who it is. he just hates having to think. if he’s ever in a situation where he’s stuck thinking about his past, especially if it has to do with amber kennedy or veronica delgado, he quickly turns to alcohol to drown out all his thoughts.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

his mother absolutely hated his smoking habits. of course, that wasn’t just him tho, bc his dad was a pretty heavy smoker too, but king would often be scolded by his mom because of it– especially when he ever got caught by a teacher smoking in school.

his father would often tell him, “Think before you say or do anything.” (as u can tell, its a lesson that went in one ear, out the other for king. lol) it’s because seeing as his dad was raising him to be a soldato someday, king would need a lot of brains for it. after all, working in the mafia can be very dangerous, and if you piss of the wrong people, you can obviously wind up dead very fast. and needless to say, king has always been skilled at pissing people off.

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

DUDE king has the mouth of a SAILOR!!!!!!! in case u didnt notice in his thread with sam lmao. as for his first ever swear, he probably just said the classic ol’ “FUCK” but i highly doubt he remembers it, bc he’s been swearin literally since he was like 8. blame his parents for that, he picked it up from them from watching them shout swears at each other 24/7. ironically, he’d always smack his siblings on the back of the head if he ever heard either of them swear.

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

the whole trial of Amber Kennedy’s murder tbh. that was basically nothing but lies, and how he first was able to get away with killing her for a while in the first place (until the case was reviewed ofc). it still haunts him, but not because he regrets killing Amber or anything, but more because that’s the whole reason his mother lost her job as a lawyer. he feels more bad about that than killing someone.

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

seek clarification! unless he’s trying to prove that he’s right about something.

12. Already answered!

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

brown, as u can tell by his design which has like 93850245 shades of brown in it. id say its probably his best color! that, or red.

14. What animal do they fear most?

bIG DOGS

15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

he talks like fuckin LIGHTNING man. he talks so goddamn fast, someone slow him down pls. he also never thinks before he says anything (often making him say the most horrible things at the wrong time). he’s got a very small vocabulary and hates using or even hearing big words.

16. What makes their stomach turn?

anything that’s like dark or “””scary”””. basically goth aesthetic? scares the shit outta him. i know it’s such a weird thing, but listen, king is a pussy.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

not really. dude has no shame when it comes to most things, but there probably are certain things that can embarrass him.

18. What embarrasses them?

his fear of water! he sees it as such a silly thing to be deathly afraid of, and never wants to admit it.

19. What is their favorite number?

69 UHHHH 28 bc thats his lucky number!

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

he doesn’t really know how to put it into words, but there certainly is a big difference with them. someone he’s romantically attracted to is the kind of person that will make his heart skip a beat or make him easily flustered and be with all day every day!

for platonic, it depends on just how deep that friendship goes– like a simple friendly acquaintance he couldnt really give less of a fuck about, its just someone he can joke around with, but there does come a point where they feel like a second family to him, and he would go into harm’s way to protect that person, so long as it doesn’t put his life at risk.

for familial love, it’s a little complicated with him. King loves all of his family very much, but after all that he did to his parents in his earlier years, he knows that they don’t always feel the same way toward him, or most people in his family are just so disappointed with how he turned out, that he couldn’t handle it– it’s such a big reason why he faked his death and abandoned most of his family aside for a few. he wants to protect them, and to do so, he feels he should just stay away from them. (tbh tho hes probably right his family dont deserve him)

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

mostly just bc he’s got that Elderly Person Sleep Schedule™ hONESTLY. he goes to sleep very early and wakes up early. for no reason in particular either, it’s just the way he likes. unless, of course, there comes a night where he blacks out drunk, in which case, his sleep schedule is all over the place.

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

SEEING SOMEONE HE WANTS THE ATTENTION OF HAVING FUN WITH SOMEONE ELSE….. it can be either a friend or a lover, but if they’re having fun without him and completely ignore him, hE’LL GET SO MAD LIKE JFC…… he’s been getting better about it, but it can become scary real fast at some point. he’s very, very possessive and gets jealous VERY easily. mostly just bc he wants all the attention 24/7

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

he hates hates hates seeing people with their dads. he gets so jealous and remembers “oH HEY, MY DAD IS FUCKIN’ DEAD. HAHA!!!” he doesn’t actually do anything about it, but he does become very pouty and depressed. probably a great time for alcohol for him tbh

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

absolutely!!!!!! he’ll talk about it with almost just about anyone bc he has no shame.

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

he’s not really sure, and he’s a little hesitant to think about marriage (at least rn anyway bc hes still p young). after his countless shitty experiences with relationships in the past, and witnessing how bad his mom and dad’s marriage was, it’s really not something he likes to think about.

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

any old-fashioned ass car tbh. any car from the 30s? hell yes.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

anything that makes him feel threatened in any way tbh

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

YES. ABSOLUTELY. he’d rather hear what he wants to hear than what he needs to hear.

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

well his ideal self would be to be exactly like his dad, and so far, that is nOT THE CASE. SO NOPE.

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

AMBER

31. Already answered!

32. Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

not really. he forgets most of the shit he says bc he has a terrible memory.

33. Could they be considered lazy?

nah, i dont think so. he’s almost always outside wandering around and actually doing productive shit, and hates feeling lethargic.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

BINCH IT STAYS WITH HIM FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE-

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

sure! i mean it depends what it is tho

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

he actively seeks it– i mean he’s not gonna go around searching for some cute person, but if he just so happens to see someone he finds attractive, u bet ur ass he’s gonna go flirt with that person.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

not really. if it’s something that’s really important, he’ll just write it down in a mini notepad he always has with him.

38. Already answered!

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

it depends who it is. if it’s someone he likes, he usually just ignores all their flaws and holds them in a “theyre fucking perfect in every way omfg” viewpoint. if it’s someone that generally bugs him, basically every single thing they do annoys the shit out of him.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

very much so, especially when they’re pointed out at all! but he usually refuses to think about it, because he wants to believe he’s practically perfect (he knows deep down he isnt tho)

41. How do they feel about children?

king loves kids, and wants children when he’s older someday! which is ironic, bc he actually SUCKS with kids. dont let him have any. pls.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

he’s not really sure what his end goal is at the moment.

43. If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

“girls are nice as FUCK, but also, who the hell gives a shit, ill fuck anyone”he doesnt even know what his sexuality is tbh, rip king

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

GOD as infuriating as king can be, he’s just so exciting to write!!!!! like, it’s impossible to be in a bad mood when ur writing with king, its so fun.

B) What inspired you to create them?

i wanted to make an oc that looked kinda like Q from Street Fighter, and I also based him heavily on Al Capone! As to how I came up with the alias ‘King’, i literally got it from King from Tekken bc why not. except oc King himself thought of it bc he lived in Kings, New York

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

not really! king is pretty unpredictable, even for me, but he’s so easy to fit into just about anything.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

ive edited how he looks a LOT tbh. when i first made him, his design was a lot more simple, and he was sKINNY….. and god let me tell u, looking back, seeing king as skinny is so unsettling. his scarred eye also changed a lot, i used to b a lazy ass and just draw a black line through his eye, but now its like FULL ON WIDE-OPEN SLASH THAT FUCKING DESTROYED HIS PUPIL AND IRIS YKNOW… idk just small things like that

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

HELL NO……… NOT AT ALL. im the type of person king would be afraid of, and he has a lot of personality traits in him that i dESPISE IN A PERSON……….. like if i met king irl id probably try to fight him honestly.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

UHHH A LOT OF EMOTIONS GOIN ON THERE MAN. im proud of him like ooc wise bc hes such a unique muse with a unique backstory that so many people actually enjoy and wanna hear about, and holy shit that makes me so happy?!?!?! but also ANGERY bc. well, i mean, its king. hes an aSSHOLE.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

BOY THERES A LOT, but if i had to go with one, probably the fact that king nEVER OWNS UP TO HIS MCFUCKING MISTAKES!!!!! like if u call him out on his bullshit he’ll be all like “UM I DID NOTHING WRONG, WHY AM I BEING BULLIED??” AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD, I WANNA SMACK HIM!!!!!!!

H) What trait do you admire most?

hes funny as hell, like, u gotta give him that. whether he means to be funny or not, hE CRACKS ME THE HELL UP

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

tbh yes, bc he kinda is meant to be a huge New Yorker dude, and he doesnt fit very well in any verse where he has like magic powers or shit like that bc i can only see him as a plain ass human being tbh??? idk if that makes any sense but. i mEAN I DONT REALLY CARE THO, ILL STILL THROW HIM IN LIKE 100000 VERSES ANYWAY.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

not really i think idk????? i mean ive had to revamp his backstory like a SHIT TON SO MANY TIMES, and even now i still sometimes get like huge realizations of his backstory that can definitely change every now and then. and back in the Olden Days™, i used to write him as like this huge moody crybaby, but also someone who had no fears whatsoever and overpowered as fuck and eventually i was like “ok i gotta buckle the fuck down and actually write him the way i see him, tf am i doing :/” and GOD i hate the way i used to write him when i first made him and shit, he had such an edgy backstory and his personality was like “LOL NO WEAKNESSES” but lOOK AT HIM NOW…….. he has come a long way as a character and im happy

#{Ooc; Shut up Erica}#{I'm streetsmart; I've got New York City heart;;} {Trivia}

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charnamefic · 7 years ago

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A scene-by-scene description of what happens in Netflix’s Death Note (part 2 of 2)

(Continued from part 1)

L just fucking whips a fork out of a cutlery stand at light speed. I am amusing myself by imagining that he was going for a knife to look hardcore but fucked it up and will now have to roll with this. Then he pulls down his sweater to show his face and says, "You know what I think, Light? I think you want to make a deal. Good deals are made by those in a position of strength. Criminals, such as yourself, never make those deals. What they do is wait until they're caught and then they beg." Light goes, "I'm not begging. I'm telling you that you don't understand." L calls bullshit and knocks everything off the table. I feel my knife-fork theory has been supported.

What follows is this:

[Beautiful.]

L's all 'We can never be friends'.

[Light gets that a lot.]

Light runs home to find Mia on his front steps in the rain. She apologises for proposing that they kill his dad. "I'm a fucking cheerleader, Light. Nothing I do has ever mattered until I met you." She says she loves him and they make out again. Light tells her of his plan to kill L.

Later, when they're together in his room, Light and Mia write that Watari becomes obsessed with revealing the true identity of the detective known as L. Apparently neither of them conceive of the possibility that "Watari" may not be this man's full, real name. Watari is written to send anything he learns to phone number 206-555-0166. This gives us a timeline because at 7:00 PM on October 12th, he dies.

We cut to a shot of Watari waking up.

Then back to Light and Mia. Light clarifies that this won't actually kill Watari: Rule 89 says "If the person who writes a name destroys its page prior to the death being carried out, the target will be spared."

Ryuk tells him that Rule 89 can only apply once. If he does this he'll never have another chance to undo a name.

Apparently my laughter at Light and Mia was premature, because the whole Watari thing worked. Either Quillsh Wammy isn't his real name and his entire actual name is "Watari" or pseudonyms work, in which case maybe try "L"?

[Illuminati chest tattoo?]

Watari tells them that L's real identity is unknown. "I took responsibility for L only after he left the St. Martin's orphanage in Montauk where he was one of the Rochester wards." Light asks what a Rochester ward is and Watari explains that "They were orphans trained since childhood to become the greatest detectives the world had ever seen." He goes on to clarify that "For their first test, the wards were placed in a conditioning vault. Those who retained their sanity after seven months were initiated into the program. L joined at six. The youngest candidate ever." Watari says that L's real name might exist in the old records. Light tells him to go get them. Watari asks to rest first. We get a close-up of him saying "Sleep is key to strong thought" which seems to be something of a refrain for him. Light tells him that he has no time to sleep and that he only has 48 hours, but won't tell him what happens when that time is up. Watari agrees to go. Mia points out that leaving Watari alive creates a loose end. Light shuts her down.

L wakes up. We see a tattoo of the Roman numeral for three on his neck.

[Related to St. Martin’s? Or cases? Or just cool? I came here to read too much into things and I’m not going to stop today.]

Light and Mia notice more people who are clearly wearing wires hanging around them.

L goes to Watari's apartment and finds him missing. He is clearly distressed.

[As it turns out, I am super into L worrying about Watari.]

Light, Mia, and James are talking around the dinner table when L shows up, face bare, jumps into a chair, and says to Mia, "Hello. Nice to meet you. Leave."

James asks what he's doing here. L's training clearly involved ninja skills because no one noticed him until he literally jumped onto the chair.

[Sorry, I can’t get the caps well enough to make a gif that isn’t jumpy.]

L tells him there's a critical issue. James asks the others to leave. L clarifies that Light can stay. Mia nods to Light and leaves. L tells them about Watari and tells James that Light is Kira. James tells L to leave. L says he has a search warrant and a team of men outside.

Mia also went to ninja training. She is sitting on the stairs in clear view like five feet away. No one knows she's there.

L reopens negotiations on the whole making a deal with Kira thing Light proposed earlier for the safe return of Watari.

L bangs his fist on the table when Light says "I'm really sorry about your friend. I'm sure he'll be fine."

James fucking tackles L, putting him in a chokehold on the table. L starts making death threats. James lifts him up a bit to slam him back down into the table and threatens to kill L, then throws him out. The SWAT team enters and L yells at them to tear the place apart.

James and Light stand outside their home as the SWAT team clears it out. James tells Light that it has nothing to do with him and that "I knew he was off the minute I met him." Ryuk reminds Light that bad things will happen when the SWAT team finds the note. He says that he'll tell the next owner to write Light's name first. James asks Light if there's anything he needs to know. Light asks James how to handle having everybody against you. James tells him that things are never black and white and that sometimes you just have to choose the lesser of two evils.

Cut to Watari driving and singing the Wizard of Oz song again, then L stalking Light by surveillance camera, ordering agents to follow his every move, then back to Watari, stopping in the woods. Light calls him while walking down the street and asks about his progress. Watari says that he hopes to find St. Martin's within the next few hours.

Light goes to school where Mia gives him a suit for the Homecoming dance. He asks whether she thinks he gives a shit about the dance, she whispers to him to look in the hat. Inside the hat is a post-it note saying "I have it" which seems a bit elaborate as she could have just whispered "I have it" without leaving a paper trail, but Mia does things how Mia does things. She tells Light that they'll never stop following him, and that "We're gonna end this once and for all, but I need you to trust me." Light agrees.

Watari finds the burnt-out husk of St. Martin's. He wanders around a bit; it's super creepy and quite possibly haunted. He goes into some illuminati-imagery round room, flips up a floor tile on a double-headed eagle mosaic, and pulls open a manhole. The ceiling is tiled with an ouroborous.

L is watching Light on surveillance, whispering "What do you want, Light?" Then he has a breakthrough and calls the New York field office.

Light and Misa ride to the dance in a limo and take goofy pictures. The agents follow them.

[Imagine Yagami]

Official-looking men with guns find Watari's car. Watari runs through rat-infested tunnels before coming to a room containing a bunch of old paper files. They seem to be in pretty good condition considering there's a dripping leak.

Mia comes up to Light on another guy's arm and says she's asked him for a dance, and is that cool with Light? Light puts his hat on the guy (Brandon) and cups his cheek for a moment. Brandon looks kind of weirded out by that. The next shot shows the agents seeing Mia dance with Brandon wearing Light's hat and confuse Brandon for Light.

Light leaves the dance and retrieves the death note from Mia's locker. She has a "Normal People Scare Me" sign hung up in it.

Light calls Watari again. He hasn't found the name yet, but since time is running out Light tells him to forget it. He turns to Watari's page in the death note to discover that Mia has ripped it out. He tells Watari to run. The people who've been sent after Watari arrive. Light tells him to go to them and ask for their help. Watari is too obsessed with revealing L's true identity to care about that. He finds it, but they burst through the door before he can tell Light L's true name. The officers ask Watari if he is Watari. He answers that he is. They shoot him with machine guns. I imagine L's going to take this pretty hard seeing as he's apparently the one who sent them after him.

Ryuk laughs. Light asks why he didn't tell Light the page was missing. Ryuk says "But then what would you and Mia have to talk about. I told you I like her a lot, Light."

Light walks back into the dance with his school shooter expression. The crowd parts for Mia to look at him. "Take My Breath Away" plays over the speakers. He strides over, rips the hat off of Brandon's head, pushes him away, and steps in. Brandon backs off without a word.

Mia hugs him close for the slow dance, tells him she knows he's probably upset, but if he freaks out they'll be caught. Light says "You killed him," which seems a bit rich considering he's the one who wrote everything, but she responds, "No, Light, I saved you from yourself, again. Because every time things get hard, you leave me to do the real stuff."

"Oh my God. It was all you," Light catches on. "Ryuk never found a loophole. You were the loophole."

"You don't get to feel superior for being a pussy. I did what I had to do to protect us."

Flashback reveals that when she stormed off that time Light wanted to watch the news and eat popcorn, she had stolen some of the pages of the death note and hidden them in her calculus textbook. She then crept up behind the agent following Light in a parking garage and tasered him. She stole his badge to get his name, wrote in the death note that he "will write the names of all the other agents of the Kira task force in the death note placing each of their faces in his mind as he goes. When he's done, he will join them in climbing to a rooftop and leaping to his death."

Back in the present Mia tells Light, "If you want out, you're out. All I need is for you to give me the book." This seems a somewhat dangerous thing to confess on a crowded dancefloor, but I'll buy that hormones are supposedly making everyone else oblivious to everything but their partner. Light goes all "Are you insane? Do you think that I'd ever let you near that thing again?" "You didn't read it" she responds and he asks what she did.

[Aww yeah!]

He asks if she's trying to kill him, and she tells him that he's going to officially pass the book to her. She promises to then burn his page. She explains that that's why she couldn't let him save Watari.

Light's just like "There are so many fucking rules." She tells him to go get her book and kisses him, then pulls away.

Cut to L, sitting curled up, who knocks a table over when his phone rings, "Did you find Watari?"

L gets a gun from a suitcase.

He also has a tattoo on his finger; I think it's an ankh.

[I could only get a capture of the one finger, but it looks sort of like he might have another on the next.]

L commandeers a parked police car, hitting another parked car as he drives off.

Cut to Light running down the hallway. He finds the notebook and the page where Mia wrote his fate then runs off again.

James calls all police out to search for L, saying that he should be considered armed and dangerous, and that Light should be put in protective custody. The agents at the dance receive the message.

Light runs to the computer lab. Closer inspection shows that Justice for the Wicked is a reddit-based site. Also that this Light also writes with his left hand.

Mia watches the agents push their way through the dancefloor. Cop cars approach. Mia texts Light to say that the police are coming. He texts her to meet him at the ferris wheel. Light writes in the death note. He is shown looking up and hesitating before wincing and writing more.

He's gone by the time the police enter the room, and is next shown running down an alley. L's police scanner reveals that Light goes to North Seattle High. L drives dangerously, knocking down a bus stop with an ironic message on it.

He then catches sight of Light on the sidewalk and follows. There's a car crash, so he has to get out and continue the chase on foot. They run dramatically through people and traffic. L almost shoots at him, but calls his name instead and immediately runs forward into the path of a car, which stops for him. He jumps over another car as Light gains distance, then knocks some poor construction worker's load over. They run through a construction site against a backdrop of windows. Light almost gets cornered in an alley, then sees another path. L kicks a homeless guy's cart full of possessions over. Light runs through a kitchen and knocks everything over, then bashes a waitress down with a door. L slams some guy's face down into his food. They enter a hotel. Light knocks some guy down then bends down to pick up a room-service tray and throw it at the guy. L takes an alternate route through the hotel and comes out ahead of Light in an alley, draws his gun, and fires two warning shots into the air. If I could make this more coherent, I would.

Light explains that L needs to understand how it works to stop it, and that he couldn't stop it, and that "Death can be handed out through a fucking calculus book!" L accuses him of stalling; he swears he isn't.

Light says "I'm just gonna turn around really slowly," then he does. L keeps the gun pointed on him. Light says "Okay. I'm gonna reach into my bag" and the door bursts opens beside L. A chef comes out. L tells the chef not to move, that he is with law enforcement, and that the guy he's pointing a gun at is Kira. The chef immediately knocks L down with a 2-by-4 and says, "Lord Kira." Light nods, grabs L's gun, and runs.

Light runs to Mia at the ferris wheel, gun in hand. Cop cars follow. Light demands to be let onto the wheel even as the people running it say that it's closed. The gun helps him get what he wants, which is to be taken to the top with Mia. When they're up there alone, he shoots the operating button so that no one can get them down then throws the gun out the window. SWAT teams congregate at the base.

"We gotta stop doing this. We gotta stop doing all of this," Light says. "It's already done!" Mia yells at him. "Lets run away together and never use the Death Note again," Light proposes.

L wakes up on the pavement.

Mia says that she doesn't want to run away and demands he give her the book.

Light does, "Take it! But just remember what it's done. Not just out there, but to us. If you love me... if you love me then you gotta trust me. Don't take the book, because if you do you'll never see me again."

Mia tells Light she loves him. Light's dad call's his name from below. He leans out to call back.

Mia grabs the book.

Light screams "No!" and stares at her in horror. Ryuk stands up on the roof of a place that serves ice cream and cackles. I am so disappointed that she doesn't push him out of the pod now that she has what she wants.

Flashback reveals that Light has written that Mia Sutton will die if she takes the book. "You put my name in the book! I got mad." "Are you kidding me?!" "You said you love me! I thought you wouldn't take the book!"

The ferris wheel starts to collapse, screws start coming undone and the middle of the wheel bursts into sparks. We see the central pillar detach as the structure leans over toward the water.

Light's father screams up at him. Light and Mia scream from within their pod. Mia almost falls out as the wheel tilts, but Light catches her. Light screams out "Ryuk, I take it back. I take it back." Ryuk is shown using his telekinetic powers to knock the ferris wheel down. It starts more seriously coming apart. Mia dangles, held only by Light's hand while his other holds a bar; he is dangling as well. A pod falls beside them and crashes onto the ground below. Chicago's I Don't Wanna Live Without Your Love plays over the scene.

Mia sees the death note fall and reaches for it. I paused and rewatched the scene several times, but I can’t say for certain whether her hand slips from Light's grasp or he lets it go. She and the note fall together. Light lets go to fall after her. Light's dad is shocked and horrified. Ryuk is like 'Hell yeah!'

Mia falls into a flower stand. Petals burst everywhere like confetti. Light lands in the water. The note lands after him. We see Mia's dead face.

L arrives on the scene to see a sheet of paper flying through the air and into a burning barrel. We get a shot of the paper in the flames; it's the one Mia wrote Light's death on. L watches it burn.

We see the death note washed up on the shore. A man finds it and wanders off with it.

Cut to L in a meeting with some other men and James. No attempt is being made to conceal his face or identity. There have been four more Kira killings. Light is in a coma, so the other men at the meeting are insisting that he could not be Kira. The man at the head of the table says "Apparently you have enough highly-placed allies to keep you out of jail" then leans over L's sitting form and adds, "But none of that's gonna help you if we see you around." L quivers with what's probably rage and jumps up. Cut to him walking down the street, followed by two police officers. He sees "Kira Saves" grafitti as he get in the back of a car.

Light is in the hospital. The man who'd picked up the death note comes in and places it on Light's chest. We can tell it was the man from before because his briefcase is recognizable. L is shown getting into a plane and remembering what Light had said to him at their last meeting. He makes a call and asks whether a calculus book was seized at Light's house. Light wakes up. L yells down the plane not to take off. Thunder rolls as Light hides the book under his pillow and thinks of Mia. His father enters the room.

James sits and says "It was you. All along." Light asks what he's talking about and James hands him the newspaper clipping he'd used to kill the guy who killed his mother. James had found it in Light's room and figured out that Antony Skomal was the first victim. L breaks down a door while "The Power of Love" plays. James asks Light how he did it.

Light explains with flashback that He'd found Dr. Norman Ludlam (posted for sexually assaulting female patients under sedation) on Justice for the Wicked. In the death note, he'd written that "On the night of October 12th, Norman Ludlam is present at the pier when two individuals fall from the Northwest Ferris Wheel. He rescues the male suspect from the water and manages to revive him, saving his life. Using his connections at the hospital, Ludlam keeps the suspect in a medically-induced coma for two days. At the end of this period, he leaps to his death from the roof of the hospital. Aaron Peltz. Mailman, retired. Molested nearly a dozen children over the span of 20 years. Peltz retrieves the death note from the river on October 12th. Each night, Peltz fills in the blanks with the name of criminals who appear on the news. On day two, he returns the death note to the Kira suspect and then commits suicide."

L has broken into a room that I'm assuming is Mia's and start's rifling through her drawers. He spots the calculus textbook that she hid pages of the death note in.

Light continues, "Mia Sutton is killed when she accepts the death note from her boyfriend. As the Northwest Ferris Wheel mysteriously collapses, she pulls the page with my name on it from the note and it is ultimately consumed by fire. Although her boyfriend lands safely in the water, Mia strikes the shoreline, dying instantly."

L finds the pages of the death note in the textbook.

Light confesses that he's made a lot of mistakes and that he tried to fix them but it didn't work. Light's dad stares at him. He doesn't show any notable emotional response.

L takes the pages of the note, stares at a picture of Light and Mia, grabs a pen, starts laughing, and then looks really sad.

Light tells his father, "It's like you said, sometime you've gotta choose the lesser of the two evils." "Which one are you, son?" James asks. Light closes his eyes and Ryuk laughs. He says "You humans are so interesting" and it cuts to the credits.

And that’s all for the play-by-play!

Some personal opinions:

Ryuk was the best part, though as with all the other characters depicted I had to let go of any desire to see similarities between this and his canon incarnation to enjoy him. For anyone interested in exploring the universe, he brings some really interesting options to the table.

I really liked the L & Watari relationship.

I liked Mia much more than I expected. I think the movie would have greatly benefited from cutting Light out completely and letting L and Mia face off against each other.

Mia clearly loved Light, but in this version of Death Note there's absolutely no narrative explanation for her attraction to him. At first I thought she just had a serial killer fetish. It wouldn't have been a great plot, but still would have made more narrative sense to me if she'd been using him for access to the death note.

Light was not at all interesting to me. If judging Light by the competence and intelligence he'd demonstrated throughout the preceding entirety of the film (rather than what I know about him in other versions of the story) I'd have to say that the twist of the ending was completely out of the blue. He’d never shown any planning ability or forethought whatsoever before that moment, and while the series of events and when he developed and enacted the plan make sense to me, I'm not convinced that the person he was shown to be at every other stage of the movie would have been capable of coming up with that.

Lakeith Stanfield sold me on a very overtly emotionally vulnerable L (and I'm interested in the writing process that led to that: characters being the opposite of who they were; Light is a loser who looks down on his father rather than someone who appears perfect and idolises his father. L wears his heart on his sleeve, while in canon it's always open to interpretation whether anything emotional he says or does is genuine or for show [or both]. Maybe there was a spark of something really interesting in those reversals that got cut out as the movie was developed.). The St. Martin’s program also presented fans with a very different L backstory to play with, and I’m sure a lot of fun fandom stuff can develop from that. (Was there a B? Did he come before or after L? How would the relationship between them change if B weren't trained as a backup L but instead under the same conditions as L?)

The conflict between Light and L felt so inadequate to me. The most striking part of it was its illustration of how shit Light is at not confessing at the slightest provocation to being a serial killer. They talk from 52:00-55:00, they have their confrontation where L's interacting more with James than Light from 1:00:00-1:01:30, and they have their action-scene chase from 1:15:30-1:19:00. That's almost half their time together spent in a physical chase scene. Even for fans who don't care about the characters at all, the battle between the philosophies of justice really wasn't there in any memorable way.

I can't get over the logic of how that happened to Watari.

All in all, this was a terrible adaptation of Death Note from every perspective and a bad movie in general. I wasn’t expecting differently though, and I had fun putting this together.

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