#he did do that in the oast

[tiny-huts]

Idk what has gotten into Bob for the Neverwinter Quartet but every single time he has talked about Artemis he has called him short and it's so funny. It's like constant?? Bob, gripping the audience by the shoulders: "He's a manlet. He's a tiny little man. Miniscule piece of shit. He's amazingly short. Diminutive. Teensy-weensy. Chihuahua of a man. Do you understand?"

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

"Hecate! Get back here." Uliana called out to the witch, who send a last sneer to Bridget and Ella, and then quickly followed after Uliana.

"Stupid Bridget." She grumbled as she joined her friends, who were all exchanging glances, all but Uliana, of course.

"Mh, valentine's day is coming up, you two gonna do anything?" Hades asked Morgie and Hook, who looked at each other and shrugged.

"Probably, you?"

"-stop this nonsensical blabbering! She just publicly humiliated me!" Uliana snapped, Hecate nodding along, towering over most of the group.

"So...? What do you want to do about it?" Maleficent gestured for her to come up with something, looking incredibly bored.

"My god, let's go babe." The two left the rest, probably to go make out and scare first years.

"I have homework..." They frowned at her, "I still want a fucking future!" Hecate threw her hands up as she walked away, Morgie and hook whistling after her to tease her.

"Go buff boss lady!"

"Morgs, she's not the boss lady."

"Go buff lady!"

-

"Don't you dare show your face around here again." Hecate almost growled out, staring down at a boy who was trembling so bad she thought he might faint.

"God fucking damn it." She gritted her teeth as she picked up the love letter from the boy, quickly tearing it to shreds before anyone could see the name on it.

"Oh... hi Hecate!" Bridget had trued going to her locker, but Hecate was standing in front of it, little snippets of pink laper in her hands.

"Mh?" She arched an eyebrow, looking down at Bridget with narrowed eyes.

"What." Bridget smiled at her, producing one of the macaroons she had made out of nowhere.

"I made macaroons this morning! Would you like one?" She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Bridget bite at her bottom lip.

"No." She watched as her face fell, this was good.

"Oh... um- okay, bye then?" Bridget still smiled at her, and Hecate stalked off, shoving the boy who tried to put the letter in a locker down harshly, glaring around, this was a warning.

-

"Wassup fuckers." Hecate grinned madly as she appeared amidst her friendgroup, half of the homosexuals were making out.

"Hi Hecate, one question, let's go ruin Valentines." Hecate shrugged at the not-question, following Uliana as she slammed lockers closed in front of faces.

"Hello." Hecate appeared behind a boy, who was lurking near someone's locker with a red note.

"Let's see shall we? Dear Br-." It burned in her hand, ashes falling down as she slammed her hand into the locker he was about to wiggle it into.

"Huh, I thought I made it clear that nobody-!"

"Oh my gosh! Hecate! Why did you do that?!" Bridget rushed in, and Hecate's hand quickly disconnected from the locker, looking at the princess with a frown.

"Your fist! And my locker..." Her eyes widened, prying open the locker and flattening out the dent from the inside before slamming it closed again.

"What locker." She harshly spat out, Uliana had long left her alone to her shenanigans.

"Your fist! Does it hurt-?"

"No! Stop asking if anything hurts' why do you fare so much! Ugh!" She quickly stormed away, dragging the boy with and pressing his face against the lockers as she walked.

Bridget stood in silence for a second, then slowly opened her locker, still looking down the corridor where Hecate left in hopes she'd turn back around.

"Nothing. Again." She sighed, looking through her books for the book she had to put in.

"Oh! I guess I didn't see it!" She giggled, carefully licking up the pink paper, leaning with her shoulder against another locker as she read it.

Darkening your doorstep, I stand before you.

Darkening your doorstep, I kneel for you.

Darkening your doorstep, I hereby request.

Darkening your doorstep, your forgiveness is not earned, yet.

She sighed, rolling her eyes fondly, it was the same sort of poem she'd been getting for the oast year.

"How sweet, secret admirer hits again?" Ella scared her, reading over her shoulder.

"Oh my-! Don't scare me like that Ella! But yes, he's been doing this for a year now, I wonder when that forgiveness he speaks of will come soon." Ella hummed.

"Yeah, no boy writes like that, that girl is gay and a hopeless romantic." She theorised, Bridget slapping her arm.

"Don't be like that!"

-

"I just don't know what's going on, I just... I hate her and her sweets and everything about her! But I can't have anyone else have her, which is stupid and dumb, I don't even like her."

"No, you love herrrrr!" Morgie smirked at her, using his hyper flexibility to twist his spine and circle his entire body around Hecate's torso.

"Also this is getting creepy, Hook!" The captain poked his head up from where he was laying, rolling his eyes.

"Come here darling!" Morgie unwrapped himself from Hecate, who was rambling about her problems to Maleficent, the only one who really couldn't give a lesser fuck.

"Just fuck her, see if you like it, if you don't, you hate her, if you do... well then you might have some issues to sort out with Uliana." She shrugged, playing around with her hair as she used Hades as a chair.

"Exactly what she said." The god, who was laying down with her on his back, agreed.

"M'kay... i'm not doing that, Uli?" The sea witch groaned, rolling over from where she was trying to sleep.

"Shut up, just go ask her out or something, or write her another one of your poems." Hecate stuttered as she tried to find an answer, looking around to see if they all knew.

"Allow me to step closer as I scream, cry, and beg, scream for the lives i've lost trying to find you, Cry for the time spend without you, and Beg to spend just a mere second more with you'- one of my favourites, honestly, I had to write it down to remember, also, i'm stealing it in like a year." Morgie held up a paper, laying across Hook with a smile.

"It is pretty spectacular." The pirate shrugged, winking at Hecate. "Go over there and just fuck her, prove how amazing you are in bed and you shall see! The doors open before thee!" He mocked the posh royalty, changing his accent.

"Why did I even ask if all you guys think about is sex."

"I don't"

"Uliana, I say this with all respect, but you don't even feel attraction towards anyone."

-

Hecate fidgeted with her rings as she waited for the door to be opened, standing in front of the girl's doors was so much more nerve wrecking than beating people up for asking her out.

"Oh- Hi Hecate, anything you need?" Bridget had opened the door, and Hecate contemplated if she should just take Hook's advice.

"Yeah-!" She coughed as her voice cracked, straightening up and leaning against the doorpost to aat least try seem cooler and more collected.

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date tomorrow, y'know, with it being valentines and all." WHY DIDN'T I SPEAK LIKE I WRITE??? SHE'D AT LEAST KNOW THAT'S ME!!!!!

"Like... romantically?" I should dash now that I still can.

"Yeah, romantically, seems totes cool right?" NOBODY SAYS THAT AND IT'S NOT COOL!!!

"Yes! Of course i'll go on a date with you!"

I'm sorry for darkening your doorstep, I just had to say, a single second spend with you is worth more than a thousand sun filled days.

[randomfandowthough]

Imagine: Peter (your boyfriend) part 2

You meet him again, years after high school. You reconize him but he doesn’t reconize you.

You were at a park on a bench

You were thinking about your life until now

After High school you went through a glow up phase

Becoming unreconizable, prettier, more confident in your way of speaking

You manage to get yourself many friends in collage and you cut all contact with the few people you knew from high school

You also changed your name and your fashion style a lot

You never want anyone to link you to your oast self. This part of you is dead and you are their revenge, the protector they never had

Your were lost in your thought when you heard a familiar voice

Your heart sank when you saw him

He had changed too. His style of clothing was different, his hair was gone but it was him...

You never forgot... how could you?

He was there, acting as if nothing happen, flirting with you even... did he really not reconize you?

Did he forgot about you? Were you really that unimportant to him

You got up quickly, faking an emergency and ignoring the sad look in his eyes...

And he was following you, stalking you, giving you a rose a’d acting all nice and kind as if he didn’t broke your heart

You were mad at him. Furious even. You wanted to make him pay for what he had done to you. Make him wail just like he made the teen you wail. And now you had ways of doing so.

[spotsandsocks]

Seven Sentence Sunday📚

Even though chapt one of evan with a b is done I’m sharing from author!buck for some variety. We rolled oast seven but that’s the kind of spot I am tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @hoodie-buck @exhuastedpigeon @spaceprincessem @rogerzsteven @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @diazsdimples @tizniz @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990

It’s been four days since the meet and greet and Buck has been on his mind.

There had been a delivery- a parcel which held a box which in turn held a fancy invitation to the costume party. It had been in the form of a medieval scroll, tied with a ribbon that moved from pink to purple on its way blue. Eddie had run his fingers along the interesting choice of colours and smiled to himself.

The scroll itself had included the post script that anyone in attendance not in costume would spend the evening in the dungeon.

Eddie had been impressed by all the detail. Buck’s team obviously worked fast because he’d had the definite impression that nothing had been arranged for this “new idea” and the invite had arrived by courier only two days after the first event. Time, date , venue rsvp reply card and another handwritten letter. This time with just his name on it.

He’d taken it and read it away from Chris. Maybe he’d been a little disappointed when all it was was a phone number and an invitation to call or text to discuss costume ideas. It did have an exclamation mark and a smily face on it which made him smile and if he ran a finger over the fancy E that signed it off no one saw him do it so did it actually happen?

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @the-likesofus @yelenasbuddie @loserdiaz @buddierights @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @ronordmann @hippolotamus @underwater-ninja-13 @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @giddyupbuck @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @lover-of-mine @actualalligator @fortheloveofbuddie

[xo-xojj]

Theese walls

(gif is not mine)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: Oliver and reader say somethings that if these walls could talk, they would tell them to break up. (song inspo from These Walls-Dua Lipa)

Type: Angst

Warnings: Cursing, Alleged Cheating, Argument, Angst, BitterSweet Ending

Enjoy!

"Ya know what (Y/n) your always on some bs when it comes to me and Cooper" Oliver spat at you. "All Ive asked you was instead of spending so much time with Cooper maybe spend some with your boyfriend" You said. You guys had been arguing in his bed room for about 20 minutes and it wasnt pretty. Insults were thrown left and right. Maybe, you had come off a little jealous. But thats because you were. You fet like he had spent more time with cooper than with you. And it wasn't that you didnt like Cooper. It was just something about him that made you insecure about yourself around cooper. And you possibly felt like you were loosing Oliver.

“Geez (Y/n)! You can be just so dull sometimes.“

Oliver said and while it hurt, you came back quick. “You act like its so easy to find your boyfriend dependable when hes fluid!“ You say bitterly piking at hid oast relationship with Gina, which was a sensitive topic for the boy. He was hurt, of course but nothing could prepare you for what you heard.

“Maybe we should break up......“ Oliver said bitterly. He didnt really mean it. He was just being pissy. But you ended up taking it seriously. You facial expression softened along with his. You quickly got your stuff and flying out the door. He was quickly on your trail with pleads coming out hus mouth for you to stop. He apologized a thousand times. But you didnt listen. You thought its not suposed to hurt this much.

But it did. You ran to your house crying all day long. And you fell asleeo crying.... It was over.

On the other hand, Oliver sat in his chair at his desk with a palm to his head wondering how he could fix this. “If these walls could talk“ Oliver whisperes to himseld. He wasnt stupid, but he really didnt notice you felt that way. You two both had a great poker face when you wanted to. He decided to make things right.

There was a loud knock at your door. It was about 11 at night and it was just you and the dog cooper gave you for your birthday. You jumped as the dog barked. You were scared because people usually dont knock. Especially not around that time of night. You peek through the door too see Oliver. You sighed relived but tensed up at the thought of what happened. You didnt wanna be the one to break it off. You didnt even wanna break it off. “I know you’re in there“ Oliver said as you opened the door. He walked in closing your door behind him. You sat down with him and you guys sat in silence.

That was until it was broken. “im an idiot“ Oliver spoke up. “I didnt mean anything i said back there. (y/n) i just want you to understand how much i love you.“ Oliver your hand. You broke down and cried into his chest. “I know, Im sorry“ He said rocking youu back n forth. He kissed you softly. “We were really toxic back there“ You spoke up. He nodded. “I think we should get couple therapy“ you said. “Whatever you want. I just dont want this to end, baby“ Oliver said holding you close. “And from now on, its me and you. Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs, even if that includes slowing down with Cooper“ Oliver said. “Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs. Even if it includes putting my trust into you more, not that it wasnt already there, but just a little more“ You say giggling. He kisses you smiling and holding you. “I love you, Oli“ you say. “I Love you too, (y/n/n) “ He said smiling. And you fell asleep on the couch with your dog in Olivers lap sleeping with you guys.

💜

[miniteezez]

Pumpkin spice and everything nice.

P.Seonghwa x fem reader

Warnings: over working, self doubt, over thinking

Fluffy. Established relationship

Synopsis: Your boyfriend comes to help in your hour of need, even if you didn't realise.

Your fingers worked tirelessly at the keyboard, manicured nails making a perfect thunk with every tap. A continuous moving other illuminated your face as work upon word was typed out. You knew, realistically, that when you took on this course, it wouldn't be easy. But nothing good was easy in life. So, here you were, nearly twenty oast twelve in the morning. The sky was combolt, smudges if clouds just meeting the human eye. Not that you were looking, you couldn't tear you gaze from your assignment. You didn't even hear the loud keys jangling, or the apartment door open. Not even did you notice the footsteps drawing in.

"(Y/N)?" The sudden voice causing you to squeak, jumping in your seat and turning to find seonghwa. His brows were furrowed in concern, eyes raking over your appearance.

"Im sorry love, i didnt mean to scare you." He smiled apologetically, making his way to your side. Leaning down, he placed a kiss to your temple making you simper in return.

"Its alright." Your voice was horse. When was the last time you spoke? You couldn't even remember. Definitely not that day, at least.

"I thought something had happened. You haven't answered me for three days." Upon hearing this, your heart sunk. Here you were, so focused on work that you'd forgotten everything else. Including your own boyfriend.

"I'm sorry. I have an assignment due." His face softened, a hand caressing your hair affectionately. Seonghwa looked at the screen, reading your work and Humming.

"You're so skilled, my love. You deserve a break though. When did you last eat? Or drink?" You paused, contemplating his question. Finding you're unable to answer, the male stood and pulled you with him.

"Come on. We're going out." He draped a large hoodie, his hoodie, around your shoulders. Whilst he helped you to put it on, you stared up in confusion.

"Going where? It's midnight." Even so, you threw on your shoes and followed him to the door.

"Theres a little coffee shop up the street, it's twenty four hours." His hand intertwined with yours, towing you along and down the stairs od your accommodation. As soon as the doors opened, the cold hit like a ton of bricks. Seonghwa chuckled, tugging you into his side and starting the small commute.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, resting your head against the front of his coat. All Seonghwa did was grin, keeping you close as possible.

"That's such a silly question. Because I care about you. I can't let my girlfriend suffer." You stopped walking, making the older stop too. He tilted his head in question.

"I wasn't suffering." The man sighed again, standing directly in front of you now.

"You're exhausted. I can tell. Don't deny it." Shaking your head, he just carried on.

"When did you last eat? Can you even answer that?" You stayed silent, giving him your answer. Tears lined your vision, everything finally settling on your shoulders. It was only now you could feel the sting in your eyes, the ache in your hands and back. Plus, you felt dizzy. Seonghwa brought you into his chest, arms encasing you as blocking out the cold.

"Let me take care of you, OK?" Nodding into his embrace, he moved you back just enough to press his lips against yours. As you relaxed against him, seonghwa couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"Lets get you a hot drink, hm?" You bobbed your head, smiling along with him and letting him finally get you to the cafe. A bell jingled as you stepped inside, the smell of coffee inviting you into the warmth. You both walked across the maroon floor boards towards the counter, scanning the menu with interest. A young lady patiently awaited your order, not used to seeing students out so late.

"Could I get a maple hot chocolate, please? And a ginger cookie." She wrote that down before turning to seonghwa. His lips pursed as his spoke.

"A pumpkin spice latte with a chocolate muffin. Thanks." He thrust his card against the reader before you could move then proceeded to laugh at your expression.

"Let me treat you, love." Hand grasping your own, he tugged you over to a love seat and sat down. Falling next to him, you waited until his jacket was off before shuffling closer and hugging his waist. You two were the only customers, save for the lone gentleman in the window, reading a book. Seonghwa, entranced by your natural cuteness, wrapped his arm around you and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Tomorrow, I'm staying with you. Just to make sure you're not neglecting yourself anymore." His tone was serious, clearly still worried. Leaning into his hand, you felt content for once. All the worries of university seemed to disintegrate.

"I'd like that. You won't leave?"

"Not even for a second." He breathed, leaning down and kissing you. It was fleeting, but loving all the same. Settling against his chest, you basked in his comfort, waiting for your order. It didn't take long for the lady to bring everything over, setting it down in front of you briskly. Seonghwa wasted no time in handing you your drink, watching you blow on the steam with fondness. He held his mug, picking the chocolate off the top if his muffin. You found all his habits so endearing, making your love for the man grow tenfold. Everything he did for you only caused your heart to beat faster and emotions go haywire. But, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"How's your hot chocolate?" He asked, turning to face you. Enthusiastically, you began to not in expression of your happiness.

"Its great. Thank you." Just as you went to pick up your cookie, seonghwa laughed and gently cupped your cheek. Letting him turn your head, his thumb brushed under your lip and your cheeks turned crimson.

"Whipped cream." Shyly, you bit into your cookie, letting your boyfriend smirk to himself. He loved to see you flustered and counted each time as a small victory for himself. Though, you'd let it slide for now, as you were happy. Happy he was by your side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you let your eyes closed and inhaled deeply.

"I wish we could do this every night." You mumbled, trying not to think of your studies. Frowning, seonghwa held you flush to his side.

"Just think, after uni, we can do this whenever you like."  Relaxing, you gazed up at the male hopefully.

"Really?" Scoffing slightly in amusement, hwa placed a small kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Really. We have the rest of our lives. My love."

[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep4 "Phantom Traveler"

more notes on my rewatch!!

OMG this is the demon episode isn't it? IT IS ISN'T IT? IS IT???

ew an airport. Post 2001 too damn ☹️

"you know what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? 20-1?" BRO. not helping the puking man..

BLACK SMOKE!!

In through the eyes? That got retconned.

WHY WAS SHE NOT MORE FREAKED OUT HE HAD BLACK EYES. chick you are the reason everyone's dead.

HOW DID HE JUST OPEN THAT?? demon strength???

Rip plane

Wait does this mean demons could have done 9/11? wowza...

Early bird Sam!! “good morning sunshine!"

“you get some sleep?” “yeah.” “liar. Cause I was up at 3 and you were watching infomercials” LMAOOOO but also d'awhhhh :((( the nightmares!!

“it's not just her.. It's everything.” THE VISIONS FUCK YES. YES. YESYSYSHSHG

I love the visions plot lines!!

“your never afraid?” “no man, never.” *Sam pull out a knife from under deans pillow.* LMAOOO CLOCK HIS ASS!!

“Thats not fear.” uhhuh...

WAIT THIS IS THE DEANS SCARED OF FLYING EPISODE LMAOOOOO

reminds me of hunter corp Dean who legit has a private jet..

Random guy calls Dean about the plane issue whaaaa

WAIT THIS GUY KNOWS JOHN. HE HAS INFO.

oh gosh. “yeah he was real proud of ya! Talked about you all the time.” “...he did..?” FUCK.

I still I hate john. I HATE EM. always will 😋

“welp we're missing the old man, we get Sam! Even trade” “aha. No. not by a long shot.” THATS RIGHT. CAUSE UR BETTER MF. uhm anyways.. I like this old guy, hope he doesn't end up SAD AND DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE OTHER OLD GUYS IN THE OAST 3 EPISODES.

Monster porn live on tape? LMAO JKJK!! demon gotta stop moaning tho.

They definitely aren't showing the crash because they don't have the budget, not because it's locked in a warehouse and you don't have clearance..

Wtf is Evp?

LMAO THE FAKE ASS “nOoOooo survIvoRsSss” they did NOT get that mf off the tape.

Dude sees shit, and is now in a ward. Common. Common.

DEAN STOP HARASSING MENTALLY ILL MAN.

sams puppy dog eyes back at it.

Black eyes 😋 OOOGA!!

okay wait why tf is this demon doing this. They don't just “do evil”...

This guy isn't a monster bro..

Wait are they actually going to the wreckage?

SUITS!!!

“you look like a seventh grader at his first dance! ☺️” SAM PLS.

OMG wait they had the budget holy shit

LMAO HELP ME HELP ME “what is that?” “its an E.M.F. reader.” “no I know what an E.M.F. is. Why does it look like a busted up walkman?” “cause that's what I made it out of! ☺️ It's homemade!!” “yea.. I can tell😒” SAM WOAH DON'T KILL EM!! LMAOSKSK

Sulfur on handle!!!

Oh shit actual homeland security is there..

LMAO THESE MFS GET CAUGHT EVERY EPISODE.

Run bitch runnnn!!

This poor pilot.. it wasn't your fault :(((

Oh shit he possessed.

Sulfur!!

Babies first demon.

NO BC WHY IS DEMON BRO DOING THIS.

Everytime.. 40 minutes in.. WTF

and another crash.. fun..

BUT WHY. JUST CAUSE??

“this isn't our normal gig..” how WRONG you are pal..

“this is big.” it's really not.. you fight GOD. by s2 demons are nothing to you. By s4 Sam's fucking one. By s6 Sam's been tortured for 100's of year by an ex-archangel who's basically his ex 🤷. By s13 your son is part ARCHANGEL. sooo...

Rip chuck Lambert— SORRY CHUCK? mbmb..

Nazareth?? Wtf is this demon on?

40 minutes? Wtf biblical numbers..?

Okay they got the flight attendant on the phone.

WHY PLAY ALONG LIKE IT WAS A PRANK. DUDE.

and she hung up.. girl your COOKED!!

Deans plane fear!! LMAOOO.

“your joking right..?" “DO I LOOK LIKE IM JOKING?? Why do you think I drive everywhere SAM??” LMAOSOSO

LMAOO DEAN WAS BORN TO BE A TEEN GIRL. “really..? Ugh... Man..” while rocking back in forth. He's so REAL LMAOSOS

Dean looks like he has PTSD LMAOOO

“your humming Metallica??” “it calm me down.!” LMAOOOO

“Hey! Say it in Latin!” “i know.” “Hey! In latin it's 'cristo'” “i know!!” LMAO I LOVE THEM.

“cristo.” “sorry I didn't..?” “cristo.” “??” “nevermind.”

Sam is honestly way kinder than me. I'd be making FUN of Dean but nah he's just like "no it's OKAYYYY just some turbulence dwdw.."

Dean you are so awkward.. it's def mr smiley

They found em!! It wasn't mr smiley damn..

Awh shucks.

BEAT THAT BITCH UP!! HE TALKED ABOUT JESS.

PLANE DOWN. PLANE DOWN.

DID LIGHTNING JUST STRIKE THEM???

okay all good now.

Nono demons killed jess. It wasn't wrong.

John redirecting calls to dean.. mf come ONNNNNNNN

Sam's peeved, rightfully so omg..

Kinda meh for an important episode.

[generalluxun]

Thanks for the reblog on Chrysididae. I think I may edit and publish it to AO3 later, just gotta make sure I don't start expanding it into an Author tract or the like XD

No pressure to reply to this if you don't want.

(Gosh I had so much to say about her issues communicating & parents but was like, no, Chrysididae is a hero with a job to do and very limited memories, perspective or understanding of Chloe. Focus!)

Though not quite on that front, I do legit muse on how Ladybug & Chat would feel after having that outlined and proven true as far as Gabriel's identity goes t least.

Cos like, I think they'd realize it, especially given he had the spellbook and was 'weird' around Ladybug during Simon Says as well so they technically know have slightly more information than Chrysididae.

I figure Adrien would mostly focus on the civilian side of things and the "Oh god my dad did this" angle. Mostly cos as Chat he didn't ever really put a foot wrong save maybe not being firm enough on getting LB to tell her about not being Queen Bee.

Marinette would focus on the hero side: "If I had not given her X, or if I had given her Y, none of this would have happened." I think the fact the only reason she didn't choose Chloe for Heart Hunter was to break up Adrien & Kagami's date would haunt her.

On one hand, part of me would kind of want a sort of "Can this be fixed?" ending. But I feel it'd not work and be more interesting if that were the case.

Cos like, you know those stories where a villain gets turned back into an infant or another person and the show is like. "Hooray, they have a chance to be better now!"

This is like an inversion of that.

A "Bad" child essentially committed suicide and used herself as raw materials to make a "Good" person (Her idealized self) to replace her. Meaning rather than hoe Chrysididae's entire existence represents the loss of hope and is defined by a life tragically cut short.

Sorry for the ramble, I hope it was interesting.

Very interesting. I have a slightly more hopeful spin, even in this. You see- what defines a person? What defines change?

People say 'just change!' is this now the most extreme case of that? Asking someone to completely rewire who they are on a dime. A whole collection of new thoughts, ideas, and behaviors with access to the memories of the oast, but unaffected by them.

Where does a person 'cease to be' when changing?

If someone is an alcoholic for ten years, then quits. Are they the same person, or is the alcoholic dead? Did the alcoholic kill the person before?

Chrysididae is the person Chloé felt she could not be while carrying everything. Yet, it's still what she desired to be. Is that Chloé? Is it not?

I think it at the very least can be spun more as food for thought than pure tragedy. Though it has tragic elements in any event.

[ladysomething]

hun, you sure as hell honor your name, couse you're mad. as in mad mad. madhatter kind lf mad iykwim

still, I missed my favorite mad mad angsty-hate-complot-ish-sex writer and being here but now I'm back from the dead to do once again 5+1

1. btw loved the chapter, but I had to remind myself that it's ficticion, because I was this close to pulling my hair. my goodness they really are stupid aren't they? and I might need to kidnap and torture Christian to get him to spill the goddamn tea because Max won't do it. asshole. and funny question I have a feeling you won't asnwer or was already asked. what's the relationship that Jean Luc and Max have? like, was he there in the oast with Kelly as well? from where and how do they know each other?

2. look, I like Pierre irl. kinda. sometimes. but here he's getting on my nerves more than he would usually. I really don't get his side of his relationship with Charles and that's something I forgot to ask from last chapter. because the heck was that shit of letting Charles do stuff. like, first he acts like a big protective brother, then he starts kinda controlling and then he goes on to do the alpha version of dick meassurent with Max? I desperately need some light on this. is it gonna be cleared some day in the future or am I never getting that answer?

3. and the fact that Charles got the end of the stupid fight like what the actual fuck is wrong with people in this society. this is not a movie where two idiots fight for the damsel in distress. do better *judgemental look*

4. very time Max uses his alpha voice, a fairy looses their wings. and he himself looses a part of his heart. I find it awfully confusing that he keeps doing it over and over and over, and then dares to make me feel bad about him feeling bad about Charles feeling bad and the action itself. fuck him honestly. I mean, Charles' on the task, but you know what I mean

5. is the 2025 ferrari line up happening here as well? does Max knows LH is gonna be Charles' new teammate or how's that situation here, because I feel like that could be trouble. wonder why.

+1. jesus FUUUUUCK that shit was a campfire. hot. like. hooot. I've recently discovered that I have a thing *specially* for Max in fics *specifically* when he's about to have sex with Charles, or already having sex with him and then he laughs or smiles or smirkS GOOD FUCKING LORD. and he did here. I almost passed out of hotness. or. is it horniness? idk

+2. your uptades always catch me when I'm at work. so obviously I have to either risk myself to eternal bullying and open ao3 in the middle of my office or in the lounge or go to the bathroom for 20+ minutes and have everyone thinking I either died or ate something thay was rotten since 1965. it's always worth either way. I saw someone saying that this fic hits like cocaine and look. I've never done cocaine but I share the feeling. sure as fuck I do. this is my way to thank you for your service contributing to get me insane piece by piece.

omg you're back!!!!! hi!!!! I hope everything is ok with you.

obvi I won't answer, but everything will be revealed in the fic!! but I willlll sayyyyy ... Max and Jean-Luc have known each other for a while :)

we have absolutely not seen the last of pierre! but I can kinda answer a little bit, even though it's a cop out - but a lot of his behaviour can be boiled down to the fact that he's and alpha, and feels super protective over Charles.

for real Charles was catching strays. he was like ..... but what'd I do?

hahahahaha yeah he's a complex little bean isn't he?? hates using it, and yet .... makes you wonder what kind of things he was maybe taught as a kind about how to deal with omegas ....

hah I wish I could make that ferrari line up work, but tbh this was all plotted out before that announcement so. no, its currently not a thing in this universe.

+ 1. Max is just. so hot. in every iteration of him.

+2. please let me know if you ever read it at work (either in front of people or in the bathroom) so I know if that happened. I'd really love to know.

[httpwintersoldier]

If I hear one more stupid fan saying sebastian looks "old" or "tired" I'll become offensive. Like, yeah, aging will do that to you, or did you think he'd steady how he looks at the ripe age of 30? No need to point it out? Want someone to point at your chest and call you saggy tits when you hit 40?

Jesus Christ some of you act like you were born yesterday and haven't seen a single person oast 40. People age differently, and he's not 20 anymore, don't be dicks??

[dualcastimpact]

dawntrail impressions pt. ix

In this installment: family revelations and the irony of having a Dellemont d'Or winner as your sous chef.

Spoilers below the cut, as always.

History learned, ibruq hunted, Ja Tiika banana leaves obtained, relevant spices and seasonings and cooking utensils acquired—now it's time for the actual cooking!

Koana: "Then all that remains is to prepare the dish itself. I presume that at least one among us is versed in the culinary arts?"

You fucking presume right, Koana.

Krile: "I can hardly claim profound skill, but I have cooked for myself. You can leave the rest to me."

Krile: "And you, I hope. As I recall, you are an accomplished culinarian."

If by accomplished culinarian you mean resident guest chef at premiere culinary establishment The Bismarck with a waiting list moons' long, three-time winner of the Dellemont d'Or and advocate for innovative travelling rations that are both portable and convenient and yet tasteful, hearty and healthy, then yeah—Raginmar's an accomplished culinarian, all right.

———

Hunmu Rruk: "In taste, texture, and aroma, you have recreated xibruq pibil admirably."

Did you really expect anything less from the plot when Raginmar's involved?

———

Sareel Ja: "The meat was marinated in spice before being steamed in an earthen oven! This is xibruq pibil!"

Hunmu Rruk: "Oh? And what about the Ja Tiika banana leaf?"

This is the fantasy equivalent of pulling FutureCanoe shenanigans in the Masterchef kitchen and then getting mad when Gordon Ramsay says you're a shit chef and you should be ashamed of yourself.

———

Hunmu Rruk: "Your dish lacks an essential ingredient. As you have failed to demonstrate an adequate understanding of xibruq pibil, I must deem your performance unsatisfactory. Your team will not receive keystones."

It's a lot less harsh when you consider xibruq pibil is really just code for "the history behind two of Turali's peoples and the conflicts that drive them until today" but on surface level that's frankly kind of ridiculous. Imagine being disqualified for the presidential race just because you didn't get a recipe right.

———

Krile: "His ambition only grows more intense. That someone could harbor such dark thoughts towards family..."

Does... does anyone remember that Wuk Lamat and Koana are adopted? Like, is it any surprise that the firstborn true-blooded son resents his adopted siblings and possibly sees them as interlopers instead of family?

———

Wuk Lamat: "This is the taste of harmony. Someone who only knows brute force and deception could never appreciate it."

Ixnay on the oasting-bay, Wuk Lamat. And again, I'm beating a dead horse here but she's acting very much like the overconfident and brash shōnen manga protagonist who's all too eager to show off what they've learned and it is not! endearing! I've always been more a shōjo and seinen fan anyhow!

———

Wuk Lamat: "You've got real culinary talent. If you ever tire of adventuring, you can always be my personal chef!"

Raginmar smiles and says "You can't afford me," and he says it so pleasantly and matter-of-factly it rather takes everyone by surprise and leaves them wondering if he's serious or joking.

(He's deadly serious.)

———

Wuk Lamat: "Um...was there any xibruq pibil left? I could really use another helping..."

Oh haha, Wuk Lamat's so immature and unladylike with her shameless request for more food and her big appetite, har dee har har. I don't know, I just don't find this way of establishing (or playing up?) her personality to be very amusing or interesting.

———

Hello? A Father's Grief? What's this expansion's got against fathers, man??

———

Hunmu Rruk: "Speaking of which, I have a query of my own for you, Raginmar."

Oh boy, here we go again.

Hunmu Rruk: "May I request a moment of your company?"

Mmhmm, yeah, sure, it's not as if Raginmar has anything better to do than to be a one-man walking-talking confessional booth for all the conflicted fathers in this expansion.

———

Hunmu Rruk: "As the leader of our community, I am gladdened to see that the Third Promise has surrounded herself with such compassionate and trustworthy companions."

Hunmu Rruk: "Would you tell me of her journey thus far?"

Weird question to ask in private considering you could have just made Wuk Lamat regale you with tales of her adventures—and I'm pretty sure she'd be more than happy to!—but sure.

———

Hunmu Rruk: "...My daughter would be about her age."

Hello??? What's this suddenly about a daughter?

Hunmu Rruk: "Girls are rarely born amongst the Xbr'aal. So when she arrived, the village was elated. Such joy I felt when first I held her...and pain when I found her at the bottom of a cenote."

Hunmu Rruk: "Three years old. An accident, it was said. But I knew better."

Hunmu Rruk: "She had been pushed."

Hello???

Hunmu Rruk: "Though we never caught them, a suspicious figure was seen fleeing towards the Ja Tiika Heartland. Towards Mamook."

Hunmu Rruk: "I was determined not to let them succeed. And so I let the memory of my daughter die in that cenote, and gave her into the care of the one person I knew who could protect her."

Hunmu Rruk: "...Dawnservant Gulool Ja Ja."

HELLO???

Hunmu Rruk: "Though she was born to lead the Xbr'aal, fate had a greater plan for Wuk Lamat."

Hunmu Rruk: "Only the Dawnservant and I know the truth. But I must now take you into my confidence for one reason."

Could these poor fathers please stop taking Raginmar into their confidences? Please! Enough! Do you know how tiring it is playing secret-keeper?! Enough!!

Hunmu Rruk: "If the villain who attempted to murder my daughter was indeed of Mamook, then rancor towards the Xbr'aal still burns."

Hunmu Rruk: "I was caught off-guard once. I will not suffer the same tragedy again."

Hunmu Rruk: "And so I ask you, not as the Dawnservant's elector but as a father, to watch over the Third Promise. Defend her from her enemies that may be lurking in shadow. Will you do this for me?"

Listen, at this point Raginmar's been implored by two different fathers to help look out for their daughter, what's he gonna do? Say no?? When the whole reason he sailed to Eorzea was because of how distraught and worried his own father was when Hyllizirn left home with nary a word??? Perish the thought.

Also this is very much a death flag, Hunmu Rruk, you know that right? I just wanted you to know that—good dads don't survive for very long in JRPGs.

Hunmu Rruk: "Suffice it to say, this conversation must remain between us. Pray breathe not a word of this to anyone."

Again with the secret-keeping!

———

Oh come on! What did I say about the death flag?!

[papatundespainknife]

was reminded again about how much i HATE the shows names for the mikaelsons bc they DON’T MAKE FUCKING SENSE FOR 10TH CENTURY NORSEMEN. So i’m gonna throw out here the names i used for them on my very short lived klaus and elijah blogs (burn out is real lol). the idea here was that these were their names they were given/born with which they later change around to the ones we know them by to you know, keep up with the times a lil better.

first off the last names are now MíMISSON and MÍMISDÓTTIR because tHaT’s HoW nOrSe LaSt NaMeS wOrK.

Mímir = Mikael Mímir is a famous character in Scandinavian myth. He was a wise man and advisor to Odin who was decapitated in the Æsir–Vanir War. Odin did some witchcraft to preserve his head and now keeps it in the well at the bottom of Yggdrasil and asks him shit. It just feels like the kinda thing parents would name their kid with optimism he’d grow up Wise and favored by Odin but then he turns out Like That. Picks Mikael later on because he would be the time to associate himself with a divine messenger warrior angel who 1v1′d Satan. The prick.

Eistla = Esther Frankly the one I’m least likely to actually USE the canon name for outside of meta and general fandom talking and only for clarity reasons. Since she died in the 10th century and isn’t around again until the 21st century for a hot minute there’s really no need to figure out a new name for her. Derived from “Eist/Oast” which means like “Pyre/Embers/Fire/Etc” also the name of Jotunn.

Freya = Freya No notes for obvious reasons. Fun fact tho, Freya is just the feminine form of Freyr which means “Lord/Master” or “Fertile” which tracks with how both Freya and Freyr are associated with fertility. Freya is the Vanir goddess oflove, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr (magic for seeing and influencing the future) so I mean, she’s very accurately named lol.

Finnbjǫrn = Finn Honestly again another dude who didn’t really change his name because he was in a box for 900 years but also lucked out that Finn’s both a nickname for his own name and like, A Normal Ass Name to this day. Finn usually refers to Finland/Lapland and björn/bjǫrn means “bear/warrior”. Which like honestly, yes so real, such vibes for my specialest boy.

Eylaugr = Elijah Eylaugr is the male form of Eylaug and is built from “Ey” which means “island” or “floodplain” and Laug which in old germanic means “to celebrate marriage/to swear a holy oath/to be dedicated” and is likely related to the old Norse “Laug/Log” which means “bath (in connection with religious worship)”. Likely picked Elijah due to the auditory similarity to help with like, fucking remembering it and responding to it (honestly a major factor for all of them lbr) but also keeps the holy vibes aesthetic since Elijah is a prophet and miracle worker and I think he’d appreciate that through line of like, aesthetic continuity.

Næskunungr = Nikalus Combination of “Nes” (ness/spit of land) and “Konung” (king). Old Norse neskonungr = 'ness-king', 'small-king'; one who has no more than a ness over which to rule. Which like, god SUCH A BURN EVEN FROM YOUTH. I’d just been looking for something that sounded reasonably close to “Niklaus” on an auditory level but then I saw the breakdown of the parts and was like “oh yeah, that’s Klaus”. Like you could see it as parents being like “aw little king baby :)” or “look at this napeleon complex motherfucker even before napeleon complexes are a THING” and I think that’s beautiful. Goes with Niklaus later because again, reasonably close to Næskunungr in sound and also means “Victor of the people” and I mean...... Yeah.... He’d do that.....

Ragrifridr/Ragnfríðr = Rebekah Built from “regin” (advise/decision/might/power (of the gods) ) and “fríðr” (beautiful/beloved/good/alive/peaceful/safe). She absolutely picked it for the sound and vibes and nothing else but it does mean “Moderator, To Tie, Noose, To Bind, Captivating, Strong Combatant, Hearty”. Which does feel very good for her so like, 10/10 on that front

Kolr = Kol Again another one who gets no notes. Stunning, perfect, flawless. Kol/Kolr in old Norse just means “coal” so like, lol okay I see we gave up around here I guess.

Heðinn = Henrik Heðinn means “jacket of fur or skin” in Old Norse. I’ve already given some leeway in places like Finn’s name which is more finnish than it is norwegian but I gotta draw the line somewhere and I’m doing it at Henrik’s german ass name. Again another one who would’ve never used their canon name because he’s Fuckin’ Dead. Tried to pick something was from the right rough area and sounded similar enough and then I saw the meaning of this name and was like “oh that’s some nice foreshadowing if I’ve ever seen it”.

BONUS ROUND--

Since I’m the boss now and say that Sage is from the same time period here’s a more timeline appropriate name for her too

Sannhild = Sage Built of the Old Norse: sannr (true/truthful) and “hildr” (battle/fight). Mainly picked for the auditory closeness to Sage and vibes.

[milliemuus]

A broken teen with a selfish dream... (Pkmn BW/2 OC)

Since she was a child, she had been so obsessed with reshiram. She always fantasized about having it, going so far as to become a trainer to prove that she could wield such a strong pokémon. She was still just a child, not being able to get past the elite 4 whilst her brother had gotten oast them and, what's more, saved their home and took all the glory. They had promised they'd become champions together, but now she believes she lives in her brother's shadow...

Wanting to prove that she wasn't weak, she went to go search for Hugh's sister's Purrloin, joining Team Neo Plasma. Ghetsis saw her potential, manipulating her into believing under him, he would teach her to harness Reshiram's power and of course, catch it. Her brother, who had acquired Zekrom long before her, meets her in the Northern Caves. Forced by Ghetsis, she and her brother battle with her (forcefully) caught Reshiram. Of course, Ghetsis has other plans. He had introduced her to the DNA splicers, telling her that she would win and earn not just Reshiram's respect, but the ENTIRETY of Unova. Out of anger, envy and desperation (along with teen angst) Ghetsis instructs her to splice Reshiram's DNA, harming it, so he can transfer it to Kyurem. Everything Ghetsis did, she had to shove it down despite not liking it, because he promised her the entirety if Unova, right?

He didn't care about what she wanted. He had other plans, and this teen just so happened to be the perfect trainer candidate. So her brother is inevitably forced to battle Kyurem White.

Of course, the young teen understand what Ghetsis is finally doing, one of those being to get rid of her brother. Despite going against her brother's word in the beginning, she inevitably saves him, and takes down Ghetsis. Her brother spends time clearing her name, as she did some pretty dastardly stuff, even forcing one of the Tao Trio (Virizion), into her party.

That day that she had met Kyurem, though, she had learned the Truth of her own life. This is why she is inevitably known as the Twin Of Truth, despite living in a world of ideals.

Also, if you figure out or have figured out whom this is, you get....a cookie! (Also, my memory of pokemon bw2 is very vague, so this may change!)

[angelaofwhite800]

Supernatural x sister!reader (Bring It) Chapter 2 - Dad's gone

Fluff + Angst

word count: 1,326

2005

Park city, Utah

Songs: "Lights are on" -Tom Rosenthal

"It's Ok" -Tom Rosenthal

"These boots are made for walking" -Nancy Sinatra

"War of hearts" -Ruelle

It's been 2 weeks and 5 days since John left. 19 days. 456 hours. 27,360 minutes. 1,641,600 seconds since Y/n or Dean had seen or heard from their dad. John wasn't ever the best or most present father in the world, and it wasn't unlike him to disappear. It was also not unlike him to not call or leave a message for them. But never for this long. He never goes this long disappearing without warning without a trace and without communication. Something was off, and Dean and Chrissy were worried. As if the feeling that something was wrong wasn't enough, the only semblance of communication they did have from their father was a voicemail that he had left them only minutes earlier. Y/n was sat on the end of her bed in the motel room that her and Dean had been staying in. Dean was pacing back and forth in front of her, frustration writen on his face, and he mumbled to himself trying to make sense of the message he had gotten and what to do. Y/n was holding Dean's sat phone playing the voice mail over and over trying to figure out what John was trying to tell them. The voice message said

"Dean, Y/n. Something big is starting to happen, I think its serious. I need to try and  find out what's going on. it may be ******. Be very careful guys. We're all in danger." The message was very distored and kept cutting in and out. there was clearly ebp on it, Dean let Y/n figure out was saying "I can never go home". Y/n played the message again two more times before Dean snatched the phone from her and snapped

"Would you give it a rest! You're driving my nuts" He said before letting out a frustrated sign and sitting on the bed next to Y/n and holding his head in his hands. Y/n stood up and went over to her backpack, rumaging through her notebook for the 100th time in the oast few days to see if there was anything that she could find in there, some secret note he might have left her. as she flipped through the pages Dean sighed and asked her "What are you doing?"

"Looking for clues." She simply replied not really paying attention to her brother. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up. he walked over to Y/n and snatched the book from her "Hey!" She exclaimed 

"There is nothing in here. You need to move on" He said annoyed before tossing the notebook on the bed across the room. "Look, we know where he went we just don't know why he isn't back yet." He said, sitting down on his bed and laying down. Y/n stood up and went to her bed, mimicking Dean and laying down, staring at the ceiling

"So why don't we just go get him?" Y/n questioned. Dean turned his head over to look at her. She turned her head and mad eye contact with him

"Because ankle biter, he said something serious is happening. He sounded really worried, and I don't want to walk into something like that with no backup" He stated before standing up and walking to the mini fridge, pulling out a beer and popping it open. y/n looked at him offended before stating that

"I'm back up!" She stood up and put her arms out gesturing to herself. Dean chuckled and shook his head at the insinuation that his baby sister was anything but that

"No, you are a liability. I'd rather go it alone then go with just you and have to babysit" The made Y/n look at him even more offended

"I am not! And when have you ever had to 'Babysit' Me?" Y/n threw up air quotes around the word babysit, to which Dean looked at her with raised eyebrows and a tilted head

"Try everyday of ur life, runt" He said mater-of-factly before taking a sip of his beer. Y/n rolled her eyes at him and turned to walk away but Dean continued " If not, then how about the past three weeks that dad's been MIA?" Y/n turned back to look at him "Look Y/n, I know you like to think ur though, and sure, you could kick most guys your age's asses. But ur just a kid, and I don't want you to get hurt" He lectured her. Y/n scoffed at him, tired of being treated like a kid

"Oh yea? What about that spirit back in Langley? Or the poltergeist in Mankato? I handled myself just fine then" She said putting her hands on her hips. Dean took another sip of his beer before putting it down on the table next to him. He stood and put his arms out slightly 

"Okay, come get me then" Y/n looked at him confused "Take me down and you and I will go get dad on our own. Deal?" He challenged her. She perked up before lowering her stance ready to charge at her older brother. a small smirk of confidence spread across her lips and she asked

"And IF I can't?" She said, emphasizing the IF so Dean knew how confidant she was in herself. And smirk spread across Dean's lips and he said

"WHEN you lose... we go get Sam" This caught Y/n's attention. She looked shocked. this gave her more incentive not to lose. Sam and Y/n weren't on the best of terms at the moment. at least, not in Y/n's mind. Dean snapped her out of thinking about it too much by counting down "3... 2..." Y/n got ready again "1!" Y/n took off in a sprint across the motel room grabbing Dean by his left shoulder using her left arm, preparing to set to the side and dead leg him before putting him into a choke hold, but before she was even able to take her sidestep Dean had reached under her arm and pulling her in front of him, forcing her onto the ground face first, pinning her arms behind her back. The fight was over almost before it began. Y/n was frustrated but Dean got up and helped her up

"Please Dean, anything but that. Let's go again, I won't lose this time!" She pleaded with him, but he wasn't listening, he simply started to pack his things up, getting ready to hit the road to go get Sam. "We can call Dad's hunter friends! and I'll stay here out of your way!" She continues to try and negotiate but Dean continues to pack and ignore her

"Look Y/n, Dad said it was serious, so you're just going to have to put you're petty feelings aside for now and work together so we can-" Y/n cut him off

"They aren't petty!" She shouted, getting Dean's attention, finally he turned to look at her. She was visibly angry, tears starting to build in her eyes from all the emotions she was feeling. Hurt, sad, angry, scared "He abandoned us. Because being "normal" was more important then being family. He left us... he left me..." Y/n started to cry a little, but wiped the tears away like she always did, doing her best to hold them in. Dean sighed and walked to Y/n putting his hands on his shoulders

"I know you're hurt. I know you're angry. But this is important. Besides" He continues while going and packing Y/n's things "Maybe when you see him you'll finally get the chance to rip into him for leaving us" He tried to cheer her up, and tossed her backpack with her things in it to her. "Now come on, we've gotta get going" Y/n smiled a little at the thought of finally being able to give her brother a piece of her mind. She and Dean finished getting their things together and headed off to get Sam from Stanford 

To Be Continued...

[silentvoidtreeshop]

this is probably the cheesiest post I'll ever make but. oast night my boyfriend and i were practicing swing dance (we're taking classes and I'm having a very hard time getting the rhythm down), and after we were done and took a break, i caught myself slouching and tried to correct my posture.

my boyfriend looked at me and said "you're doing it wrong."

i said "what? but this is what my mom told me to do" (my mom is a physical therapist)

he sat for a moment and said "how long ago did she tell you that?"

"a few years"

"that was to compensate for the weigh of your chest."

he was right, i had an enormous chest when my mom helped me with my posture, but I've had a reduction since then, and the weight on my chest is not as significant.

my jaw fell to the floor. "then how am i supposed to do it?"

"well, first relax your lower back," he said "youre over compensating and its pushing the s curve further in."

i relaxed, into what i thought was considered slouching.

"good, that's a lot straighter. now try to pull your shoulders down and back"

so i did, still trying my best to keep my lower back relaxed. i had to put my neck in a weird position due to the hump ive developed from my scoliosis, but then he gave me a thumbs up and said "yeah, that looks great! that's probably the straightest you'll be able to get it before you start PT next week."

i stared at him, wide eyed again "so you mean to tell me I've been correcting my posture the wrong way for years, and have actually been making it worse?"

"yup."

and then something just....clicked. the fact that my boyfriend was able to play close enough attention to my body to know exactly what i was doing wrong, something my own mother had never picked up on, because she was either too busy to take a full examination of me, or i was embarrassed to ask her for help because i didn't want to be scolded for my poor posture.

and then i started crying.

the fact that someone actually paid attention to my body. knew it well enough to notice the slight changes and intricacies. he'd spent the whole dance practice session helping me un-tense my muscles to move easier, an issue I'd been dealing with, again, for years, and never really thought about.

that he really looks at and loves my body, this body that I'm so insecure about, and worships it and its flaws. that he helps me take care of my body because he knows i won't. that he picked up on the things my own mother, a trained physical therapist, never stopped to look at.

I've never had someone consider me and my body before.

even i don't do that.

i think i finally, truly know what it feels like to be loved. and it just made me fall in love with him all over again.

[kenttheatreblog]

A REVIEW: A Monster Calls at The Oast Theatre

Before you read this review, I have one simple request; if you have yet to book tickets for A Monster Calls, open a new tab, grab some tickets (at the time of writing there are still seats left) and then come back to this review. Trust me. You need to see this production. You can thank me later.

So, that’s probably going to give you a sense of where this review is going to go…

Last night, I had the pleasure of seeing Ian Tucker-Bell’s latest foray at The Oast Theatre on its opening night. As a piece, I was only vaguely familiar with the plot of A Monster Calls. The novel by Patrick Ness found its way onto my Goodreads reading list a few years ago and I’ve never gotten around to reading it. In the same vein neither had I seen the film adaptation starring Liam Neeson. So last night I was sitting in the second row with nothing but the programme’s synopsis and a few quotes I’d seen on social media to prepare me for what was in store.

To summarise the erstwhile plot, 13-year-old Conor O’Malley is living with his mother who is suffering in the very late stages of cancer. As the cancer progresses and weakens his mother, a yew tree in his garden comes to life at 12:07 every night. He will tell three stories and Conor will give him a fourth, a tale that tells his darkest secret, and in exchange, the yew tree will offer healing…

And that’s as far as I’m going with the plot. If you want to find out more… go see it!

Physical theatre has become something of a signature for Ian’s productions, but A Monster Calls is the most I’ve seen it utilised. The cast are on stage for the majority of the show in a variety of functions; playing Conor’s school bullies, his family, and branches of the yew tree itself. The choreography is unbelievably detailed and is highly effective in immersing the audience in Conor’s world. A production with such physicality requires strong actors, and I applaud Greg Shea, Robert Grist, Faye Bedding, Seb Juneman, Toni Pollard, Julie Atkinson and Nick Blessley for their ability to work as a collective while offering standout individual performances.

At the heart of this piece, is a family on the precipice of grief. Hania Simons delivers a subtle but heart-wrenching performance as Grandma. Her hardness for the duration of Act 1 makes her breakdown at the end of that act so affecting. Bizz Portlock gives a definitive turn as Mum. I’ve seen Bizz give many memorable performances but this one is up there with her very best. Her ability to show Mum’s deterioration while retaining a sense of optimism is a master class in acting. Mum’s talk with Conor in Act 2 was the first scene in which the tears started flowing in the audience.

The eponymous Monster was played with a fierce presence by Ben Dangerfield. Throughout the play, Ben gave us a Monster full of righteousness and something akin to rage. Much like with Grandma, this is a veneer designed to be broken and by the time we get to the play’s denouement, the Monster is soft and caring, delivered with heartbreaking tenderness by Ben.

But the stand-out performance has to be Kate Munson as Conor. What can I say? This has to be one of the best performances I’ve seen in amateur theatre. I’m struggling to find the words to summarise what I saw last night, but what I can say is that you believe. You believe she’s a 13-year-old boy, you believe Conor’s fear and you believe his pain. Taking aside the first-class production, you need to see A Monster Calls for this performance alone.

The whole piece is underpinned by an excellent lighting plot from Ian Crawford and sound design by Dave Mackin, both of which have just as much to do as the actors and I applaud the operators Joff and Bob Brown for keeping in time with the actors. The music by Neil Mackin and Ian Tucker-Bell set the tone for each scene and complemented the action perfectly. I did feel a few tracks cut out a bit too abruptly, which could easily be sorted with a short fade at the end, but this was nothing that took me out of the action.

The costumes by Beti Price and Sarah Jones helped with the character transitions and I particularly liked the Monster’s boots (I must get my hands on some)! The props seemed to appear as if by magic and it wasn’t until the end of the show I worked out how they were materialising, hats off to Sara Lacey and Philip Tucker-Bell for making this magic happen. Further applause must go to stage manager Martin Apps and Assistant Director Karen Dix for running such a well-oiled ship.

At curtain call, I was in floods of tears and on my feet in applause. As I said at the beginning, don’t waste your time reading this review… just go see it! If you miss this play, to quote it, “what would possibly be the purpose in that.”

Andy Sunnucks 

A Monster Calls runs at The Oast Theatre from 25th February- 4th March. Tickets can be purchased from oasttheatre.com