#he’s not a violent ape but don’t touch his human girl

[cursedvida]

Imagine if there was a moment when one of the humans thinks Mae is a traitor because she doesn't want to hurt Noa, and they shoots/hurts her in front of Noa and Noa gets mad.

The truth is that a situation where other humans think Mae is a traitor seems quite plausible to me, and I wouldn't be surprised at all to see it in the upcoming movies if they choose to explore the relationship between Mae and Noa by making her feel genuinely conflicted about him.

Anyways, chimpanzees are about six times stronger than humans, so that person would likely be as good as dead. Although considering that Noa is not particularly violent, we could say that person would end up in critical condition instead.

[yandere-sins]

The Fox Wedding - Stay dead [True End]

Summary: You escaped.

Characters: Kitsune!Suna Rintarou, Reader

Rating: Explicit  

Warnings for this chapter: Happy Ending

Death was as calm as you would expect it. Your body - or rather, your soul - felt like it was floating on water, but no wave dared to disturb you. There was no up or down, just the floating, and that was all there was for a while. As if you were in a room painted in black, nothing to see, to hear, to feel. All you knew was that it wasn’t uncomfortable.

The place you were in now wasn’t plagued with the horrors of life. Pain and suffering, fear and anger. There was no regret and no desire for revenge, but even without any feelings at all, it wasn’t boring. Perhaps this was what made death so unique, the absolute nothingness. You couldn’t even feel if you moved a limb or not, and thus, you concluded that this was it. Even after all that happened, without being able to feel anything, it became meaningless.

You were ready.

Who knew where your soul would go now, but you were ready to move on.

It almost felt like you were ascending from the water, ready to leave. Limbo. Going like this wasn’t bad, and your judgment of the situation was meaningless and thus easy for you. But perhaps you actually liked it! What was there not to like about it?

“Death is permanent, Human,” a sudden voice rung out. You didn’t know this was possible in this space. Was that God? Was it true after all, did such an entity exist? “So… come back.”

And at once, it was over.

Grabbed by what felt like fabric on your back, you were pulled backwards into the water, completely engulfed by the wet. You felt it glide over your skin, wet your hair, and try to fill your nostrils and mouth, and your body instinctively knew not to accept it inside of you. You opened your mouth to let it out, but it only filled more, and then, suddenly, you were pulled out of the water.

“Shhh, shhh,” a voice tried to calm you as your body shook violently in a cough. A stranger’s hand helped you to wipe away the water on your eyelids, and he held you up, so it was easier to free your lungs of the water. Even though you blinked a few times, you couldn’t get accustomed to the brightness all around you, but one by one, your senses reappeared.

You could feel the pressures on your body and pinch yourself again, birds chirped all around you. The taste on your mouth was unpleasant as if you had eaten something foul, but luckily it disappeared as time passed. Finally, your eyes started to focus again, the blur disappearing together with your sensitivity to light. You looked up at the tree crowns, rays of sunshine bursting through them as a breeze got caught in the leaves.

“W-Where--” you croaked, only causing you to cough more. Was this heaven? It almost seemed like it since you couldn’t hear anguished screams or the crackling of fire. So it wasn’t hell. Looking down at yourself, you seemed too old to be reincarnated, and you soon enough found yourself out of options of where you were.

“The forest,” the unfamiliar voice explained for you. Finally, you looked up towards the person sitting beside you, blinking a few times as you tried to remember where you had seen him before. His dark brown hair was shining in the sun, and from it, two very peculiar ears seemed to stick out. All of a sudden, you were hit by a flashback.

Gasping loudly, you touched your shoulder, tearing at the white kimono you were wearing and which you had never seen before. But no matter how much you searched, you couldn’t find the wounds that were inflicted on your body. It almost seemed pristine, but you knew it wasn’t.

“There are still some marks,” the stranger said, and you couldn’t help but flinch. Instinctively, you pushed yourself away from him, sliding off his hold and onto the ground, noticing you had been sitting in a spring. It wasn’t deep, but you noticed the bubbling nearby where it continuously flowed out of a crack in a stonewall. You felt too weak to actually move further, but now that you looked around, this part of the forest was even more unfamiliar than any other.

“Where am I?” you asked daunted, a big part of you returning to a state of fear and panic. The stranger sighed as he got up and walked over, seizing you by the armpits and pulling you up. Putting your arm around his neck and steading you with one hand around your hip, he moved forward, urging you to move even though you struggled. The first few steps were a hurdle, but with every continuous one, it got better.

“Why… But I…”

“Yes,” he said. “I won’t deny what happened, but I’m one of the few that knew about this magical spring water. It healed your wounds - almost perfectly even. But I don’t think there’s much more I can do for you.”

“Where are we… going?” you questioned as he led you on a small path through the forest. Everything seemed so… normal. As if it was trying to undermine the cruelty that happened the night before. “You wanted to go home, didn’t you?”

Peeking up at this, you gave the stranger another look over, all the memories slowly coming back. “I remember you,” you mumbled. “You were with Kita when he came to look after me! Why… why would you help me?”

Catching him as he looked away as if he was caught in a lie, there was no immediate answer. Instead, the pace quickened, and you did your best to keep up with his lead. “Not everyone liked the idea of marriage,” he finally spoke up. In the distance, you could see the trees clearing up. The end was finally near.

“Kita is a good leader. We all like him. But he’s been too obsessed with the idea of marrying you ever since he was still only an aspirant for the leader. Many tried to oppose him, coming to the clan to spy, like the twins, but it’s not easy to go against someone so calculated and strong as Kita is.”

He took a deep breath, collecting himself. “I’ve been by his side for a long time, and I don’t regret it. But I couldn’t watch this happening again.”

Again? you thought, but the moment you two finally left the last tree behind, you came to a halt, your attention quickly diverted. You recognized the road that spread out before you, a mere ten minutes walk from your home. Slowly, the fox let go of you, waiting for you to steady yourself on your feet, but it was easy now. “What should I do now? I- I can’t go back to the house! They’ll find me again…”

Your voice was still so fragile, cracking under the pressure of emotions that tried to regain their place in your body. It wasn’t as hard to stand, breathe, or all of it at the same time as it was to get used to feeling again. It was overwhelming, but you knew better than to get lost in emotions this time. After all, you’ve been through much worse before.

“No, they won’t.”

Looking up at the fox, you had noticed him back away into the shadows of the trees as he seemed ready to leave again. It was only a few steps, but it felt like he had made the separation between your worlds clear again. “The clan moved on as Kita couldn’t stay anymore after losing you. I have to go back to them now, but they won’t come looking for you. You are dead to them.”

Nodding slowly, you took a step forward towards him again, his body language showing that he was wary as you approached. “What’s your name?” you asked out of the blue. What a stupid sentiment, but you felt like after what he did, coming all the way back to save you, remembering his name was the least you could do. He looked surprised before his expression grew nervous and hesitant, but eventually, he decided to tell you softly. “Suna. Just… Suna.”

Reaching for his hands, you crossed the barrier between worlds one last time, squeezing them. “Then, thank you, Suna.”

Time was of the essence, and you felt it was running out for you two. When you thanked him, managing to smile softly, it was almost like a stone fell off your heart, freeing you off so many things. He gave a slight nod in your direction before pulling away, and you knew it was time to go. “Farewell,” you sighed, relief spreading through you, and you turned to leave. It would be hard to go back now, remembering all that happened. Certainly, you couldn’t stay in that house for much longer, even if Suna said it was safe now. Too much had happened. Too much that you wanted to forget forever.

Way down the road, you turned around, seeing the silhouette of a small fox sitting on the curb, watching you. As you noticed it, the fox sprang up and disappeared into the woods, and you couldn’t help but be thankful, knowing he had watched over you just in case. Somehow, you’d be alright. It would be hard to manage without anyone who’d ever believe what you’ve been through, but Suna had managed to restore some of your faith in the world. Just marriage. You’d postpone that… for a long while. You definitely had enough of marrying, and maybe you’d move to the city now, just in case.

But as you looked up at the blue sky with the morning sun rising ever so slowly, you felt grateful for this chance you were given. The experience aside, you definitely felt like you had grown from it. Gained some insight into the worth of life.

You were given this second chance, and you were not going to waste it, no matter how hard it would be.

This time, you’d do better.

“You’re such a goody two-shoes,” Atsumu taunted as he approached Suna. The latter only looked back over his shoulder calmly, seeing the twins’ faces slowly creeping up to him. “It’s a shame. I really wanted her for myself.”

Giving Atsumu a nudge with his elbow, Osamu reminded his brother, “She was dead until a few minutes ago. There was nothing for you to get there but worms.”

“And now she isn’t, I wonder how!”

The bickering between the two continued while Suna turned forward again. From the hill he was standing on, he could see you disappear inside your house, locking the doors behind you. You were such a good girl, careful but kind until the end. You didn’t need to thank him, but you did, smiling at him before you left. He, too, had always appreciated the kindness of humans, even if he always had warned Kita to not interact with humans back when the two of them were still small cubs. But no matter how weak, humans could still be kind, a fascinating fact in his eyes.

There was so much you didn’t know, and perhaps, it was better that his world would no longer be part of yours. The intrigues, foul words, magic - that wasn’t for a good human like you. An eternity bound to a being like a Kitsune wasn’t what would make you happy, even if…

“Suna~ What are ya thinking about so hard? Aren’t ya coming with us? Don’t tell me you changed yer mind?” Slinging one arm around Suna’s shoulders, Suna’s train of thought was interrupted, and he sighed deeply. “Idiot,” Osamu grumbled, kicking his brother in the shin. “Have some tact and let the guy make sure she gets home safely. They’re family.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes but let go of Suna, the two walking a few steps ahead as they gave him the time to say goodbye. But they were right; there was no use lingering. Maybe Suna should have told you why you were so interesting for the kitsune. You were a rare sight as a human ancestor, after all. Knowing that you and he shared the same family tree - even if there were hundreds of years and what felt like a couple dozens of generations between you two - he couldn’t have let you die like one of the other darling wives Kita had found over the centuries. Suna had seen it too many times how he ended up hurting them as they hurt him by escaping or angering him, though arguably, the emotional wounds Kita suffered weren’t as bad as the deadly ones he inflicted. Then again, thanks to that, it gave Suna a new reason to live. No more clans or loyalty. He had something much more important now.

Family.

“Do ya think she’ll go to the city? Think I could become a city boy?” Atsumu mused, and Osamu let out a loud snort while Suna turned around to follow the two. “Only thing you’re good for would be a fur coat,” Osamu snarked, and it even brought a chuckle to Suna’s lips as Atsumu gasped loudly. They turned their attention to Suna, slowing down their steps to match him and lowering their voices as they spoke between themselves.

“Are you sure Kita won’t notice? You stole her right from under his nose, after all. He didn’t even bury her yet - luckily,” Atsumu asked, and Suna shrugged. “You don’t know it because you’re young, but the older and stronger a kitsune gets, the more they begin to forget. I’m sure he is very busy looking for a new replacement right now. He never got over this first wife of his. She truly was perfect. Kind, loyal, and loved him.”

Silent glances were exchanged between the twins as Suna revealed some of the past that he witnessed. “Her only fault was her mortality, and I guess that’s why he keeps searching.”

“Ya think he’ll ever find someone?” Osamu asked after a moment of silence. Suna shrugged again. Even he didn’t have the answers to everything.

“Who knows,” he sighed, and those were his final words on the matter. Rubbing his hands gently, he remembered the warmth of your touch, relieved that your life had been spared. All of your lives would go on, even for the younger kitsune. Their life was too long to ponder about the past. All that mattered was the future.

And Suna was glad that the past didn’t take away your future either.

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[the196thbattalion]

star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

[iamtheempress]

Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 9}

☆☆☆

Some days have come and gone, bruises were healed ribs are fixed back into place. Vegeta is off with Goku training themselves in the time chamber for the night, in all their forms to test themselves fully.

Bulma had asked her to house sit the entirety of Capsule Corp for the night, Carlie happily obliged since she still had her old room beside the balcony. The scientist rushed to her lab and came back up to her temporary bedroom and sat down on her bed, only to dress into a sleep shirt and pull out her bottle of whiskey, an old stache in her night stand and the new bottle of Merlot for Frieza. She ordered a hot pizza for herself and maybe Frieza if he was willing to eat. 

She had a movie ready to watch and unwind. An old classic and take on horror, Alien. A solid 3 hour long movie that she loved to watch when she was younger, one of the first movies that peaked her interest hardcore to alien races all together.

She singlehandedly carried both the pies and the wine and whiskey in her arms down the hall in the direction of the theater, which is on Friezas side of the building She felt one of the bottles slipping and started to quietly curse herself when it falls from her arms, she awaits the impending crash and liqour splattering everywhere. When it didnt she looked to her side to see a tail tip encircling the bottle.

 “Tsk. Well if that were to break that would certainly be tragic, wouldnt it, Ms. Carlie?” Frieza said standing beside her with a small smile, Carlie smiled at Frieza and laughed abit embarrassed. “Thanks, Frieza.. Want to help me eat these pizzas?”She lifted the pizza boxes and the smell wafted up to the Emperor, he hummed and held his chin between his fingers. “I am quite hungry. Pizza you say? Id love to accompany you, dear.” 

He holds the bottle and saunters beside her down the hall, tail fluttering slowly behind him, a bit of blood still on the very end of his terribly strong tail.. From his most recent murder that day. “I was actually going to watch a movie too, so hope you enjoy feeling lazy eating pizza and getting abit drunk cuz thats going to happen with me tonight” She giggled and gently nudged open the door to the large theater room. “Oh there is no issue with that, I was wondering how you were doing anyway so to spend some quality time within your company is just what i needed.” 

You too will realize this

Frieza curtly nods and places the bottle of whiskey down besides the two large pizzas with hot sauce to dunk in, Carlie lifted the bottle of merlot to Frieza and smiled. “Wanted to give this to you and we can get abit drunk together.. Except i dont know your tolerance to alcohol.” “Wuite alright, im no light weight.” “Excellent!” she claps her hands together and grabs a wine goblet and one Whiskey glass.

Frieza watches her form shuffle away, eyes raking slowly down to her pretty soft legs. Her bottom showing just slightly from the shirt raised up behind her. Frieza hums and seats himself on the extra large and extravagant couch bringing the Wine up and looking at it.. His little smirk showing in the glass bottles sheen in the movie theaters dim light. “Care to tell me what we would be watching.” She tilts her head and comes back with the glasses sitting comfy besides Freeza, the light of the theater dimmed very slowly until the only things visible were Friezas eyes and the screen turning on to suit the room. 

“This movie is one of my favorites from when i was younger. It is called Alien, plot is basically a bunch of humans awake from cryostasis and there's no reason why, and then this insectoid alien called a xenomorph makes its appearance and you'll see the rest. It's great!” “Ohohoho! How precious.. Humans having their own interpretations of Alien kind is quite amusing! Cannot wait to see what kind of monstrosity your kind has imagined.” He uses his ki to pour them both some wine and whiskey. “Hey you might like it, don't knock it till ya try it.” she giggles and clinks the drinks together and takes a sip. The movie begins and she is immediately entrenched in it like its her first time watching it.

Watching a classic with the late emperor. His arms are crossed as this large fluffy white quilt is brought up to her lap and encircles her so comfortably, her slippers fall off her feet to the floor. Frieza watches her out of the corner of his eye while she watches the screen with expectant wonder.. 

He watched her pretty gossamer locks, some that were tied up and some that were loose, falling out of her messily tied bun, down her shirt, her lightly tanned skin glistens with some nice smelling body spray, tantalizing and sweet. Like her. The fact she wasnt wearing glasses made her look more appealing and this deeply confused Frieza… His eyes snapped to the screen and he took a sip of his drink, his back curving to relax into the plush cushion. 

Friezas tail slid beneath her back, she didnt flinch, she shifted a tiny bit, maybe to make sure he was comfortable, maybe to welcome it.. He took it as the latter and proceeded to welcome the warmth of her back upon his tail. 

‘You beautiful little thing…’ he thinks crossing his ankles and watching her fill another glass full of whiskey, right as the first sight of the Xenomorph came up on screen his eyes widened and he tilted his head. 

Watching humans cower in abject horror made the emperor smile in pride of the idea that this is what humans find entertaining and terrifying..the tail around her waist slowly drags her to his side; spurts of blood and the absolute massacre that sprays forth from its victims peaks his interest. Down to the idea they grow and procreate and are fast and nimble, with predatory intent to kill and overwhelm, ambush with ease. 

The very similar comparison to his 3rd form was just the icing on the cake for the emperor that made this all the more amusing. Shes familiar with the immense amount of horror this form can bring...Maybe this was intentional.. Maybe she wanted him to see that he wasnt afraid of him, no matter what form he took. 

She had eaten almost all of this pizza along with the dip of the hot sauce that made her lips look glossy and inviting...a thought Frieza never entertained before but here he was, staring at her lips and her neck where Vegeta left a bite.

He sneers and his bright red eyes return to the screen, when she places her whiskey glass down her hand touches his thick cold tail while she puts it down the emperor cracks the goblet from the grip.. Not breaking it entirely just enough to crack it.

*Thats enough of this little game…*

This gives him an idea. One to finally act upon this beautiful little woman besides him whos blanched stark white and almost flush against the 

“"this movie is quite entertaining. Kill or be killed and absolute domination with zero regard for human life. Procreate and maim, all for the sake of their queen" Frieza muses, his arm bringing the soft white blanket into his lap and his cold strong hand finds her bare thigh, Carlie was abit tipsy but she wasnt blind... "You enjoy this bloodshed dont you, Carlie.” He lets the goblet go to float gingerly to the table infront of him and tilts her head to face him. “Frieza, what are you talking about.. Its just a movie.” He straightens his back hard and looks her square in the eye; a knowing look blooms across his minimalistic features and his red eyes dilate.

“I know what happened to you the other day. Vegeta harmed you while you were intimate, I saw your back and those horrific bruises and scratches.” Her eyes went wide and she backed her head up abit from him as he held her hand in his own. “Frieza.. Me and Vegeta are fine it was a one time thing that wont-” “And how do you know that Carlie?” “Huh?”

“Ive known Vegeta for decades. Since he was a small chimp with a dead father. I WAS basically his father figure, to hell with any of his old Saiyan counterparts. They had as little an influence as i did on him. He had a temper that could never be put out..”  He snapped, raising his voice harshly almost into her face.

 For a split second.. He felt bad for doing that.

“That Saiyan bravado is all brute force and abuse. Never anything gentle..” Carlies eyes remained wide as she slowly- like cold molasses on the brain-took everything he said in. “He would never abuse me..” She pushed his hand off her leg and his tail slunk slowly beneath the shirt to her smoothe soft belly, then to her thighs to keep her still, but not enough to harm her. “He did though..  He most certainly did though… your back had proof of it.. Why would he throw you so violently… you his little mate.. That damned ape knows nothing about delicacy… its disgusting…” 

He sneers forcing the girl to her back with little effort on his own part. Carlie started to panic... “Frieza, let me go. C'mon if i didn't trust Vegeta i wouldn't be with him, let me the heck go please.” SHe pleas and pulls against the tail as the emperor cradles her head and stares down at the little scientist, a hypnotic unblinking stare as his tail tightens around her soft midsection and her quivering legs, his tail pulsing around her body.

   “Carlie… Would I lie to you.. Vegeta’s a great danger to you, he's highly unstable and you know it.. No amount of affection or care will break that ape down to what you want.. He is a *Saiyan* careless, heartless, if you were to die he wouldn't bat a lash.. Just look at where you are.” His tail sliding between her legs to lock them together to ensure she doesn't struggle too hard. SHe was all ears as she complied and lain still turning her head to the side crying…

“He left you with me… alone.. Instead of staying he went off to probably train and..” the back of his knuckles slide down her cheek. His eyes looking longingly at the slender pretty neck and her soft plush lips back up to her eyes… 

What is going ON with him….

“Inflict more harm upon you…Possibly kill you..” He pulls away and sits up his tail uncurling quite satisfied with his claim. Hoping he made her change her mind he folded his hands in his lap. 

“You are my only friend Carlie, I'm saying this to protect you.” 

Carlie stood up and backed up staring at him. “I don't know where you get off.. Speaking to me like that.. Frieza I gotta go.. Dont fucking follow me i cant fucking think…” she slurs, turning on her heel and taking the whiskey and headed for the door.

  “Look at me.”

 She stops dead in her tracks. Frieza didn't even have to turn completely around. “That creature… the Xenomorph on the screen.. Is my 3rd form likeness..” 

3rd form… no one said anything about forms with him… “.............” She gulps and listens, letting him proceed. “This is my Final Form.. From this i can get stronger in my Golden form… one day i hope to show you its glory… But until then… know i could have killed you.. But i dont. I enjoy your company. If you choose to leave that is your choice, and i bid you a pleasant night my dear.” He raises the now full Goblet to his lips and sips.

He heard the door close and the emperor simply closed his eyes.. Her energy left the room. It was lonely. It actually *hurt* Frieza to feel her go.

"Consider this friendship squandered... i will take what i want... and what i wanted from the very beginning was you" He hissed under his breath. Continuing to watch the movie and enjoy the rest of his pizza. “I hope you have a lovely last night as Vegetas.. Because i will make you mine. Empress Carlie...you have no choice…” He muses eating a slice and licking his fingers clean. 

His tail rests in the spot where she sat. “You never really did.”

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Authors note: Super sorry yall. lifes been batshit and i hope yall like this truly. Were coming up on the wrap up~

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[fandorkofeverything]

The Peter Parker Project: A Million Dreams Chapter Two

And, this will now be a series! There will be two more installments, and MAYBE a fourth, depending on how this goes.

/Peter's P.O.V/

"Wait…. You got kicked out of school?" Pietro asked as Jade was setting up a movie.

"And you didn't get in trouble?" Brooklyn added, sitting next to me on the couch.

"Teach me your ways, I could've gotten away with a whole lot more at your age." Megan joked, bringing over the popcorn.

"You're only a year older than me." I stated, facing her and she laughed.

"Yeah, 365 days' worth of insanity!" Megan threw popcorn in my hair and I shook my head.

"Hey! Watch the curls! I love the curls." Brooklyn got the greasy popcorn out of my hair and I blushed slightly. It's not like she's my girlfriend or anything. Nope. Not at all. Not one bit. Noooo. Never.

"Not important, back to the subject on hand," Jade smiled, sitting on the end seat of the couch. "You got kicked out, Parker. And for what?" I sighed and shoo my head.

"I corrected a teacher."

"Oooh, do spill!" Maddison exclaimed; her thick English accent clear as always.

"She had Einstein's Theory of General Relativity problem wrong. I simply corrected her, and she kicked me out of the classroom and the principle sent me home. End of story." I shrugged at that and Jade scoffed.

"There's got to be more than that, Parker." Jade glared and I rolled my eyes.

"My name's Peter." I mumbled, annoyed. Jade and I have never got along. I just don't like how she treats other people. But she doesn't have anyone else, so I tolerate her.

"Hey, how about we start the movie, hmm?" Megan questioned, shaking the remote in her hand. Jade sighed and relaxed on the couch arm.

"Fine."

"Great! Let's get this party started!" Kayleigh stood on the couch, jumped and then plopped down, earning a laugh out of me and Maddie.

Megan started the movie, and we were about halfway through the movie when Kayleigh started to get tired.

"Doesn't Sherlock look like your Dad, Brooklyn?" Megan stated, not taking her eyes off the TV.

"No shit." Brooklyn teased, with a wink.

Nobody really talked until the movie was over, and Kayleigh had fallen asleep.

"She's awful sweet for an eighty-something kid." Jade teased and I rolled my eyes, that joke obviously overused. "I'll take her to bed." Jade picked her up and carried the youngest of our group to her room.

"All of us should go to bed. We have school tomorrow." Wanda stated, taking her brother by the hand.

"Yeah. Great." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to go to the disgrace of a high school.

"Hey, soon you'll be at Seaside! No need to worry!" Megan hugged me, trying to be positive.

Except they don't know about Flash Thompson.

I've always had trouble falling asleep, but it was never like this. It was like I could hear everything in the whole world. I tried covering my ears, but it wasn't helpful. My eleven was now a fifteen. Maybe even a seventeen.

I tried to go to sleep, but it just wasn't happening. my alarm then went off and I groaned, rolling off of my bed and onto the floor.

"Karen, would Mr. Stark be mad at me if I just slept on the floor instead of going to school?"

"I would assume so, Peter. Mr. Stark knows that your schoolwork is very important for your—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it."

It was like everybody was screaming. I could hear Brooklyn and Mr. Stark from the kitchen.

"But I want tacos!"

"You can't have tacos for breakfast!"

"Well, why not?!"

"Because I said so!"

I could hear Maddie on the phone with her father.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend."

"You know what to say if someone asks you out?"

"My Daddy's a doctor and will fuck you up?"

"Maddison!"

"Sorry Daddy."

I could hear Pietro singing the sonic theme song on the treadmill. Loudly.

"Gotta go fast, gotta go fast! Gotta go faster, faster, faster, faster, faster! Moving at speed of sound! Make tracks! Quickest hedgehog around! Got ourselves a situation! Stuck in a new location! Without any explanation! No time for relaxation!"

"SHUT UP PIETRO! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFEST!"

Wanda's scream made me flinch, as her screaming on top of my elevated senses made it worse.

I know that most of the people were just having a discussion, but it came on like a heard of wildebeests. Accepting my fate, I got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Oatmeal sounds pretty good right about now.

"Wow. You look like shit." The raven-haired girl pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks, Jade. I thought I'd cosplay as you today." I smirked at her facial expression after I said that. just because my senses are elevated doesn't mean I can't be cocky towards her.

"Good one, Pete." Kayleigh put out her hand for a fist-bump and I did so. I have no idea how the blonde can tell where I am without her ability to see, but that will always be a mystery to most.

"Oatmeal Tuesday, right Pete?" Steve asked me and I nodded, my head still pounding like three thousand phrases were placed into my head at the same time.

"I'll be taking you to school today, kid." Natasha told me, giving me my oatmeal and I hummed in response with a nod, letting her know I heard her. I ate my oatmeal quickly and we left.

About ten minutes into the drive, Natasha seemed to finally speak up about my silence.

"You okay, kid?"

"Yeah, just tired." I lied through my teeth and Natasha shook her head.

"No, I know what tired looks like. It's more than that."

"I'm fine. I'll be a whole lot better after I transfer to Seaside."

"Yes, The School Of The Arts. The brats- I mean kids, love it there. Any thoughts on classes?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Depends on how hard their AP classes are. Most of STEM subjects are too easy for me."

"Kid, you have the IQ of 230, just 20 points off of Stark, of course they're too easy for you." I smiled at that. There's not many things I'm good at, but school is one of them.

"Alright, kiddo. Have a good day." Natasha smiled as she dropped me off and I closed the door.

She didn't scream 'have a good day' like Uncle Bucky did, and I'm kind of grateful. I don't think my brain could handle it at this point.

"Have you got the notes for science class?"

"Did Black Widow really drop Peter Parker off at school?"

"Did you study for that chemistry exam?"

"Do you have anything toe eat? I ran late this morning."

"Did you see the new Voltron season yet?"

"I'm going to Germany for spring break and the 'rents said I could bring a friend. Wanna come?"

"Did you hear their making a live-action Lion King movie?"

"Ugh, I'm so sick of school. Correction, I'm sick of waking up in the morning."

"Did you eat last night or this morning?"

"Dude, my moms been on my case all week. If I don't get my grade up, she's gonna hire a tutor."

Every single one of my school's voices came all at once. And all extremely loud. Airplane loud. Breaking news loud. Screaming loud. I placed my hands over my ears, but again, it was useless.

"Yo, Penis Parker!" Flash's voice came in like a freight train and I flinched slightly. "What's your problem? Did I scare you?" He taunted and laid his hand on my back, which I shoved away. "C'mon! I thought you liked touch." He did the same and I backed up and screamed.

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" I lowered to the ground, hands over my ears, closing my eyes tightly and shaking, not caring who saw what. The world became quiet, and I felt eyes on me.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" I recognized MJ's voice as I heard her shoes squeak against the high school flooring, clearly newly bought.

I suddenly found myself shortness of breath and struggled to breathe. MJ noticed this and sat next to me on the ground, but didn't touch me, which I appreciated.

"What's wrong with him?"

"What a loser!"

"Wow, that's a new low, Penis Parker!" I felt my side and face experience pain and then a sound of someone punching another person and a girlish scream.

"DON'T YOU EVER LAY A HAND ON HIM EVER AGAIN, FLASH THOMPSON!" MJ's scream caused me to sink back into the lockers even further, if that was even possible. I heard the running of shoes, and then a new person sitting beside me.

"Okay everyone, get to class! This isn't a talent show!" I recognized Mr. Dell's voice and the sound of people scattering. I liked Mr. Dell. He treated me like a person and not a little kid, like most teachers in this crack house. "Peter. Are you alright?" I shook my head, unable to bring words to life. "Would you like me to call someone? Your Aunt?" I shook my head, she's still out of town.

"Maybe try Mr. Stark." Ned's voice then became known, now knowing who sat beside me.

"Do you have his number?" MJ asked, I felt my phone leave my pocket and I heard the ring.

"Pete, shouldn't you be in school?

"Mr. Stark, this is Julius Dell at Midtown High, I'm here with Peter, Michelle and Ned, and Peter has seemed to have had some sort of a panic attack."

"What happened?"

"I cannot tell you what happened directly, but he seems to be really shaken and won't let anyone touch him."

"I'll be there soon. Tell the kid to hold on."

"Of course, Mr. Stark."

I heard the phone hang up and I begun to shake a bit more violently, I grabbed at my hair and clawed it.

"Pete, let's not do that, okay?" Mr. Dell removed my hands from my head, and I fell to the ground, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Pete?" MJ's worried voice asked, still sitting beside me.

I held my hands tighter onto my ears, and I then heard the run of footsteps.

"Geez, kid…." Mr. Stark's voice calmed me slightly but didn't stop my attack. "I'll be taking him home."

"I think that's very advisable. I'll let the rest of his teachers know."

"You're not like the other ones are you?" Mr. Stark paused for a moment. "You care for him. I can tell most of the other teachers don't. Not really."

"I care for my students like their human beings. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Everyone should." I felt my body leave the ground, and I assumed that Mr. Stark picked me up.

"Come on, I'll walk you two to your classes." I heard the three leave and Mr. Stark carried me out, and I was strapped in.

"What happened to the kid?" I recognized the voice as Happy's.

"Panic attack, I assume. I'll find out later."

I leaned my head against the window and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in my room at Avengers Tower. The lights were dimmed down for my senses, and I found I was wearing soundproof headphones. I looked at my phone and saw that I had thirty messages.

Ten from Ned, three from MJ, five from Brooklyn, from from Pietro, and three from Megan. All of them expressed their worry about me. I looked at the time; 4:45…... On a Thursday….. Did I really sleep for 56 hours? I sighed, got out of my bed and walked out to the main room.

Uncle Bucky was reading a book on the couch, Mr. Stark was looking at something on his database, and Brooklyn was watching a TV show.

"Well, look who's joined the land of the living." Bucky joked and I smiled, giving a small wave. Brooklyn ran up to me and hugged me.

"We. Were. So. Worried. About. You!" She shook me side-to-side during the hug and I just dealt with it.

"Brooklyn, ease off of him, dear." Mr. Star told her, and she released me from her prison- I mean hug. "So, what was that that happened on Tuesday?"

"You know how I told you that my senses are usually an eleven?" I asked and he nodded. "Well….. They were a seventeen on Thursday."

"A seventeen? Why?" Uncle Bucky asked and I shrugged, sitting next to him.

"It happens sometimes. But it's never been this bad. I think that was an anxiety attack, a panic attack and a sensory overload all rolled into one. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe….. I was scared." I confessed, and I noticed Bucky motion for the Mr. Stark and Brooklyn to leave. Mr. Stark wasn't happy about it, but he did so anyways.

"Do you know what caused this? What caused you to finally snap?" Uncle Bucky asked and I shook my head.

"Peter. I know when you're lying." I froze at that. Of course. I can't lie to Bucky Barnes. "Come on, tell your favorite Uncle what's bothering you so I can fix it."

"You can't fix this…." I mumbled and walked out of the room and back into my bedroom. There's a lot of things that Bucky can fix. My mental state. Homework. School. And dealing with my parents and Uncle's death…

But he can't fix this.

What Peter experienced is called a Sensory Overload. I've experienced these so many times, and let me tell you, it hurts. It hurts like hell. Luckily Peter has so many people that care about him to help him out though!

[saraschriefer]

SIRI HUSTVEDT Notes on Seeing

1 To look and not see: an old problem. It usually means a lack of understanding, an inability to divine the meaning of something in the world around us.

2 Cognitive scientists have repeatedly conducted the following experiment and, without fail, they come up with same results. An audience is asked to watch a film of two teams playing basketball. They are given a job to count the number of times the ball changes hands. I have done this, and one has to be very attentive to follow the motion of the ball. In the middle of the game, a man wearing a gorilla suit walks onto the court, turns to the camera, thumps his chest and leaves. Half the people do not see the great ape. They do not believe that he was actually there until the film is replayed and, indeed, a gorilla strolls in and out of the game. Nearly everyone sees the gorilla if he is not given the assignment. This has been named inattentional blindness.

3 Writing at my desk now, I see the screen but this sentence dominates my attention. In fact, my momentary awareness that there is much around the words distracts me: the blue screen of the computer beyond the white edge of the page; various icons above and below; the surface of my desk cluttered with small Post-it squares which, when I turn my head, I can read, “Habermas 254-55”, “Meany et. al, implications for andrenocortical responses to stress” scrawled on pink paper (residue of arcane research); a black stapler; and countless other objects that enter my awareness the moment I turn to them. What is crucial is that I don’t turn to them. For hours every day, I have little, if any, consciousness of them. I live in a circumscribed phenomenal world. An internal narrator speaks words and dictates to my fingers that type automatically. There is no need to think about the connection between head and hands. I am subsumed by the link. Were another object suddenly to materialize on my desk and then vanish, I might well have no knowledge of either its appearance or disappearance.

4 Once, in an unfamiliar hallway, I mistook myself for a stranger because I did not understand I was looking in a mirror. My own form took me by surprise because I was not oriented in space. Expectation is powerful.

5 There are days when I think I see an old friend in the street, but it is a stranger. The recognition ignites like a match and then is instantly extinguished when I understand I am wrong. The recognition is felt, not thought. I can’t trace what created the error, can’t tell you why one person reminded me of another.  Was the old friend a subliminal presence in my mind on that particular day or was the confusion purely external—a jut of the chin or slope of the shoulders or rhythm of a walk?

6 We do not become anesthetized to horrible photographs of death or suffering. We may choose to avoid them. When I see a gruesome image in the newspaper in the morning, I sometimes turn away, registering in seconds that looking too long will hurt me. People who gorge on horror films and violent thrillers do it, not because they have learned to feel too little, but because they indulge in the limbic rush that floods their systems as they safely witness exploding bodies. It seems that these viewers are mostly men.

7 We feel colors before we can name them.  Colors act on us pre-reflectively. A part of me feels red before I can name red. My cognitive faculties lag behind the color’s impact. Standing in a room my eyes go first to the vase of red tulips because they are red and because they are alive.

8 My mother once told me about coming home to find our cat dead on the lawn. She saw the poor animal from many yards away, but she said she knew with absolute assurance that it was dead. An inert thing. An it.

9 Photographs of the beloved dead draw me in. I am fascinated. There is the good, dear face, one that changed over time.  It is the picture that preserves the face, not my memory, which is befogged by the many faces he had over the years. Or is it the single face that grew old?  Sometimes I cannot bear to look. The image has become a token of grief. And yet, there is nothing so banal as the pictures of strange families.  After my father died, I found Christmas cards with photographs of unknown people among his papers—happy families—grinning into an invisible lens. I threw them away.

10 Galvanic skin response registers a change in the heat and electricity passed through the skin by nerves and sweat during emotional states.  People in white coats attach electrodes to your hands and track what happens. When they show you a picture of your mother, your GSR goes up. Meaning in the body.

11 Is our visual world rich or poor? There are fights about this. People do not agree. Philosophers and scientists and other academics ponder this richness and poverty question in papers and books and lectures. Human beings have very limited peripheral vision, but we can turn our heads and take in more of the world. When I’m writing, my vision is severely limited by my attention, but sometimes when I let my eyes roam in a space, I discover its density of light and color and feel surprised by what I find. When I focus, say, just on the shadows here on my desk, they become remarkable. My small round clock casts a double shadow from either side of its circular base, one darker than the other, a gray and a paler gray. There is a spot of brilliant light at the edge of the darker oval. As I look, this sight has become beautiful.

12 Why is a face beautiful?

13 If an image is flashed too quickly to be perceived consciously, we take it in unconsciously and we respond to it without knowing what is happening. A picture of a scowling face I can’t say I’ve seen affects me anyway. Scientists call this masking. Blindsight patients have cortical blindness. They lose visual consciousness but not visual unconsciousness. They see but don’t know they are seeing. If you ask them to guess what you’re holding (a pencil) they will guess far better than people who are truly blind. Words and consciousness are connected. How much do I see of the world that never registers in my awareness? When I walk in the street, I sometimes glimpse a scene for just an instant but I cannot tell you what I have witnessed until a fraction of a second later when the puzzling image falls into place: that furry thing was a stuffed animal and a little boy was dangling it from his stroller. The lag again.

14 We are picture-making creatures. We scribble and draw and paint. When I draw what I see, I touch the thing I am looking at it with my mind, but it is as if my hand is caressing its outline. People who stopped drawing as children continue to make pictures in their dreams or in the hallucinations that arrive just before they go to sleep. Where do those images come from?  I dreamed grass and brush and sticks were growing out of my arm, and I got to work busily trimming myself with a scissors. I wasn’t alarmed; it was a job handled in a matter-of-fact way. If I painted a self portrait  with bushy arms, I would be called a surrealist.

15 Some people who go blind see vivid images and colors. Some people who are losing their vision hallucinate while awake. An old man saw cows grazing in his living room, and a woman saw cartoon characters running up and down her doctor’s arm. Charles Bonnet syndrome. Just before I fell asleep, I saw a little man speeding over pink and violet cliffs. Once I saw an explosion of melting colors—green, blues, reds, and then a great flash of light that devoured them all. Hypnogogic hallucinations. Freud said dreams protect sleep. At night the world is taken from us and we make up our own scenes and stories. When you wake up slowly, you will remember more of that human underground.

16 Deprived of sight, we make visions. Seeing is also creating.

17

There are things in the world to see. Do I see what you see? We can talk about it and verify the facts. Through my window is the back of a house. One of its windows is completely covered by a blue shade. But if I tell you I see a flying zebra you will say, Siri, you are hallucinating. You are dreaming while awake.

18 Sometimes artists can make a hallucination real. A painting of a flying zebra is a real thing in the world, a real thing to see.

19 Why do I not like the word “taste” when applied to art? Because it has lost its connection to the mouth and food and chewing. I don’t like the way this picture tastes. It’s bitter. If we thought about actual tastes, the word would still work. It would be a form of synesthesia, a crossing of our senses: seeing as tasting. But usually it is not used like that anymore so I avoid it entirely when I talk about art.

20 Looking at a human being or even a picture of a human being is different from looking at an object. Newborn babies, only hours old, copy the expressions of adults. They pucker up, try to grin, look surprised, and stick out their tongues. The photographs of imitating infants are both funny and touching. They do not know they are doing it; this response is in them from the beginning. Later, people learn to suppress the imitation mechanism; it would not be good if we went on forever copying every facial expression. Nevertheless, we human beings love to look at faces because we find ourselves there. When you smile at me, I feel a smile form on my own face before I am aware it is happening, and I smile because I am seeing me in your eyes and know that you like what you see.

21 I am looking at a small reproduction of Johannes Vermeer’s Study of a Young Woman, which hangs in a room at The Metropolitan Museum here in New York.  It is a girl’s head and face. I say girl because she is very young. From her face I would guess she is no more than ten years old. When I look up the picture in one of my books on Vermeer, I see that there it is called Portrait of a Young Girl, a far better title. We should not turn girls into women too soon. She is smiling, but not a wide smile. Her lips are sealed. My impression is that she is looking at me, but I cannot quite catch her eye. What is certain is that she is answering someone else’s gaze. Someone has made her smile. She is not a beautiful child; it is her looking that is beautiful, her connection to the invisible person. There is shyness in her expression, reserve, maybe a hint of hesitancy. I think she is looking at an adult, probably the artist, because she has not let herself go. She looks over her shoulder at him. I have great affection for this girl. That is the magic of the painting; it is not that I have affection for a representation of a child’s head that was painted some time between 1665 and 1667. No, I feel I have actually fallen for her, the way I fall for a child who looks up at me on the street and smiles, perhaps a homely child, who with a single look calls forth a burst of maternal feeling and sympathy. But my emotion is made of something more; I remember my own girlhood and my shyness with grownups I didn’t know well. I was not a bold child and in her face I see myself at the same age.

22 In some of Gerhard Richter’s painted-over photographs, he painted over his wife’s face and parts of her body. He covered the bodies of his children, too, in snapshots of them as babies and growing children. In these gestures, I felt he was keeping them for himself, keeping the private hidden. Other times, he framed them with swaths of color, turning them into featured subjects. I love those pictures.

23 Mothers have a need to look at their children. We cannot help it.

24 Lovers have a need to look at each other. They cannot help it.

25 Several years ago a friend sent me a paper on mirror neurons. They were found in the brains of macaque monkeys. When one monkey makes a gesture, grabs a banana, neurons in his premotor cortex are activated. When another monkey watches the gesture, but doesn’t make it, the same neurons are activated in his brain. Human beings have them, too. We reflect each other.

26 Looking at pornography is exciting but loses its interest after orgasm.

27 Reading the end of James Joyce’s Ulysses when Molly Bloom is remembering is erotic because she gives permission, gives up and gives way, and this is always exciting and interesting because it is personal not impersonal. Isn’t it strange that looking at little abstract symbols on a white page can make a person feel such things? I see her in his arms. I am in his arms. I remember your arms.

28 When I read stories, I see them. I make pictures and often they remain in my mind after I have finished a novel, along with some phrases or sentences. I ground the characters in places, real and imagined. But I always remember the feeling of a book best, unless I have forgotten it altogether.

29 I do not usually see philosophy with some exceptions: Plato, Pascal, Kierkegaard, and Nietzsche because they are also storytellers.

30 Some people cannot make visual imagery. They do not see pictures in their minds. They do not turn words into images. I didn’t know such a thing was possible until a short time ago. They see abstractly. They remember the symbols on the page.

31 “I see” can also mean “I understand.”

32 There is a small part of the brain called the fusiform gyrus that is crucial for recognizing faces. If you lose this ability your deficit is called prosopagnosia.  It happens that a person with brain damage looks at herself in the mirror, and believes she is seeing, not herself, but a double. It seems that what has vanished is not reason, but that special feeling we get when we look at our reflections, that warm sense of ownership. When that disappears, the image of one’s self becomes alien.

33 I look and sometimes I see.

[dreadhaus-literature]

{January Collection} #30

What Forests Know

The trees know where I hide you, little one, but they’ll never tell a soul.

Monica awoke to bitter, biting cold, but the instant her eyes snapped open to confront it she was met with the warmth of a roaring fire. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she slowly sat up on the airy, soft comfort of her bed. It was a piece of familiarity in an unfamiliar place; the room itself was hollowed out of an ancient tree, older than the earth itself because Monica was no longer home. The longer she was awake, the more memories came flooding back, brought back to the reality that she hadn’t been home for some time.

“Good evening, little one.”

Her...captor was a Prince, a Prince of Elves no less, and Monica felt her body respond to his voice without conscious effort or thought. Nuada came into her line of sight, his archaic, pale features relaxing into a handsome smile as he beckoned with one hand--not for her, but for the tree to respond and a thin branch presented her with a hot cup of tea almost immediately, as if it had been commanded to wait for her to wake. She took the cup between slightly shaky hands, finding the contents soothing and warm, her eyes watching Nuada slowly lower himself to the side of her bed with the grace of something otherwordly. He was, after all, an Elf; the tips of his pointed ears split his ice blond hair and her gaze was drawn to them, even as his brilliant amber gaze raked lovingly over her face. He reached out, his touch curiously cold as he caressed her cheek but she didn’t shy away. Time in his captivity has taught her that Nuada didn’t like when she shied away from him; he responded so positively to her acceptance that after the first couple days she didn’t really even want to. There was something broken about this man who wasn’t a man--he was a creature older than she could fathom and for reasons she didn’t understand, he was seeking something she could provide.

“How did you sleep? Did you dream?” Nuada’s thumb feathered over Monica’s plump lower lip with a possessive smile. “Was it of me?”

Monica’s smile was shy as she lowered her gaze, her teacup in her lap. “I a-always dream of you.”

Nuada closed the distance between them in an instant, his dark lips pressing to her forehead, his hand moving to cup the back of her head. “Good girl.”

Outside, the bitter winds of Winter were raging a storm of ice and snow but within the hollow walls of an ancient tree, the howling wind couldn’t reach. Monica had no idea how big the tree really was, she wasn’t allowed to go outside, but the inside of the tree was tall enough to fit a house. Nuada told her he’d fashioned this safehouse for them both and designed it with her in mind; she had their bedroom (Nuada, from the first moment of her captivity, had insisted on sleeping with her), a library with more books than even she could hope to read, a kitchen with curious little gnomes who made her anything she wanted to eat, and though she had no contact with...well, anyone, she had Nuada. She looked up at him as he drew back, her eyes avoiding the piercing amber to trace the lines carved into his face. So close, she could smell the forest on him, the wild of nature that she wouldn’t be able to understand because he’d brought her to the Land of the Fae, far away from anything she’d ever known. Her fingertips shook slightly as she brought her hand up, tracing the beautifully curved line that was cut across the bridge of his nose, running beneath his eyes. Nuada made a noise in response, an exhale of pleasure at her willingness to touch him, his eyes fluttering closed so that his pale lashes hid those enrapturing eyes. He turned his head slightly, inclined it into her hand, before his own came up to cup the back of her hand and he moved her fingers to the heat of his mouth.

It was no secret to anyone who knew Nuada he had no respect for mankind. They were a greedy, violent race with a void where their hearts should be, but resting upon this bed was the only good thing to ever come from humanity. Monica was the flower blooming in Winter, the only star in an inky night sky, the one spark of humanity that was not a waste. Nuada’s brief encounters with the agency known as the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, or BPRD...to everyone there it had seemed he was after the last piece of his father’s crown, or even his sister Nuala...what fortune it was no one knew what he was truly seeking. It allowed him to steal her right from under their noses, to fool the Red Ape and the Talking Fish, the betrayers of their own kind for the sake of saving an unworthy race. Nuada knew the ones called Hellboy and Abe Sapien were searching for him, were desperately looking for her, and as he opened his eyes he had to admit to himself he understood why. Monica had been to them what she was to him; salvation, happiness, the physical embodiment of love. Those ancient eyes of his traced the curve of her cheek as his lips pressed affectionate kisses to her fingers; it didn’t matter. Let them come. By the time they’d think to figure him out he’d have whisked her somewhere else. He would never let her go. He would never give her up.

“I missed you while I was out.” Nuada spoke against her fingers before he lowered them, moving their joined hands to his chest, right above his beating heart. “Any moment I have to be away from you is torture, my love. You feel it too, don’t you?”

Monica could only nod, a little helplessly. The longer she spent with Nuada, the more she felt like she was drowning in a torrential sea of love and need; he was obsessive in his care of her, in the way he sought to be apart of everything that was her. He worked endlessly to make her happy, to provide her with whatever she wanted so that she would be happy with him. Initially when she’d confronted him about kidnapping her, he’d recoiled as if she’d struck him. “Kidnapped you? Little one...you cannot tell me you do not feel what I feel. How could you ever think I would do such a thing?” He’d sunk to the bed and put his head in his hands as if she’d broken his heart and he looked so young, then, a lost boy without hope, and Monica wondered at why she felt bad. He had kidnapped her. He knew it, she knew it, the agency she worked for knew it--she knew they were trying to get her back, that Anung and Abe would stop at nothing to get her back but as time went on, she wondered how they possibly could. She had no idea how long she’d been here now, but Nuada had gotten under her skin, worn her down by showing her the ragged parts of himself that he swore made him unlovable and she found herself loving him in spite of her best efforts to not.  He needed her and she could tell; she could feel it in the way his hands traced her body reverently every single night, in the way he kissed her as if he could do nothing else. Nuada was obsessed with her, devoted to her, loved her with every fiber of his powerful being and Monica was silently afraid that when the BPRD finally found her, she wouldn’t be able to leave him.

Nuada’s eyes picked up the indecision on her face and his fingers moved, from the nape of her neck so that he could tip her chin up to meet his gaze. “Are you thinking of them, again?”

Monica knew she gave herself away; she loved Anung and Abe same as she did Nuada and no matter what he did, he couldn’t make her stop--oh, but he desperately wanted to. Jealousy tinted his eyes a feral gold as her teeth worried her lower lip.

“You must give them up, little one. They will never have you again.” Nuada wasn’t scolding her; he never did. His tone never lost that petal-soft caress, as if he couldn’t help speaking to her as if she were the most fragile, cherished possession he owned--and he did own her. All of her. He knew every intimate inch of her because he would not allow her a single retreat from him. “I have told you, they could never love you as I do. There is something between us and only us; I felt it from the moment I first saw you.”

He’d told her this before; her first night here, when he’d insisted upon holding her while they slept, he’d whispered against her ear, “This thing between us...I am unsure how long I can hold myself back from you.”

It was a promise he’d made good on the very next morning, not allowing her to leave their bed until the next day. His touch was like iron, calloused fingers ever possessive as he lay claim to her over and over until she cried, begged him to stop but he simply swallowed her cries and took those for himself as well. Nuada could and did spend hours worshiping every single inch of her body and he would reverently speak to her in his native tongue as he did so, his words so tender she didn’t think she could bear to know what he was actually saying. But...wasn’t this wrong? He’d kidnapped her, taken her from Anung and Abe, from her home, from everything she’d ever come to know. When she’d thought she might be able to hate him because of it, to hold this love over his head and force him to release her, he’d fallen to his knees and begged her to love him back. To see a Prince, her Prince, looking up at her with his heart in his eyes...she hadn’t been able to work up the false hate enough to use it as a weapon against him. He’d rested his forehead against her middle, his deep voice only a whisper as he’d told her he wouldn’t survive if she ever left him. It would break him, destroy him, she was he needed to believe in this life. She’d gingerly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and he’d wrapped his around the small of her back, turning to rest his cheek against her tummy like a little boy.

Nuada was not a fool. He was the firstborn son of King Balor, who himself was an old and wise ruler of Elves, but Nuada did not share his father’s vision for a utopia between mankind and the Fae. Nuada, now, did not much care what happened to mankind--he’d taken from them what he wanted and he would not feel badly for it. Isn’t that what mankind are known for?

“It will just be the two of us, my love, forever. Don’t you want that?” Nuada knew it was wrong to ask this of Monica, but some broken part of him liked when she affirmed how he felt, mirrored it back to him and as she nodded, he pressed his forehead to hers. “That is all I want. You, Monica, the air i breathe. The flesh of my soul.”

Monica brought her free hand up, curling her small fingers around Nuada’s wrist; they didn’t even come halfway around and he chuckled quietly.

“You are such a small girl. And you wonder why I seek to protect you?”

“A...Anung and Abe have n-never hurt me,” Monica wanted to at least reassure him of that, as well as defend the two who were not here to defend themselves.

“No, but they cannot protect you as I can. I will never allow any harm to come to you, beloved, and I will kill them if they dare try to take you from me.” Nuada’s voice took on a sharper, harder tone and Monica stirred to argue but he wouldn’t allow it. “If we are to be happy together, it must be this way. I know you think me jealous but i promise you, you have not truly seen me jealous. Not yet.”

Monica knew some of Nuada’s dangerous jealousy; there was a gnome she’d befriended when she’d first arrived here. The gnome spent hours talking to her, and too late Monica realized Nuada was growing jealous of the bond they’d formed. One day she’d awoken to find the gnome gone and whenever she asked Nuada about him, the Elf Prince would always reply the same way.

“Did you love him more than me?”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Nuada had gotten rid of the gnome, though Monica could only speculate how...permanently. After that, she’d learned not to test his jealousy and the lengths he would go to ensure he was the first and most important in her life.

“N-Nuada, please--”

“We were made for one another, Monica.” Nuada turned, nuzzling almost roughly against her cheek. “If I ever feel anyone threatens that, I will make them pay for it.”

“I know,” Monica soothed, knowing the only way to stop him from getting so worked up he actually left to try and dispose of Anung and Abe was to distract him. She moved her hand from his wrist, cupping his cheek and as she feathered her thumb over the line cut into his cheek he sighed in ecstasy. “You don’t...need to worry, Nuada. I’m y-yours.”

“Yes, you are,” Nuada nuzzled closer, his large hand curling around her throat in a show of possession. “Say it again, my love.”

“I’m yours.”

Nuada felt the burn sear across his chest and he smiled, his free hand taking the forgotten tea from Monica’s lap, passing it off to the living tree shielding them from the rest of the world. Nuada’s gaze locked to Monica’s, his forehead to hers so there was scant space between them--and he was working quickly to close even the tiniest breath that separated them.

“I am going to spend the evening pounding that fact into the very marrow of your bones.”

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Why vampires aren't as sexy in the age of #MeToo

Nina Dobrev as Elena and Ian Somerhalder as Damon on The Vampire Diaries. (Photo: Everett Collection)

The Vampire Diaries and Dawson’s Creek producer Julie Plec on the storylines you’d have to think twice about today, the inspiring Marjory Stoneman Douglas students, and the Roswell reboot.

This March marks a year since The Vampire Diaries signed off the air after eight seasons on The CW, and as showrunner Julie Plec thinks back to its beginnings, there’s no question what her biggest takeaway is. “There was a sensuality and a seduction to the vampire genre that now, [nearly] 10 years later, isn’t necessarily as sexy, right?” she says, alluding to the fact that vampires can compel or glamour humans (depending on whether you’re watching TVD or True Blood) and have overpowering strength and speed.

“And you could look at it back through the lens of say the #MeToo movement and object to what may be a little bit of a glorification of a rape culture, but what we were working with at the time was a gothic romance with a fine line — a very fine line — separating it,” she says, with a laugh. “And I used to get in arguments about it being a gothic romance and not wanting to censor the sexuality of the characters, even if it felt a little questionable at times, like specifically Damon and Caroline in the first couple of episodes [when he used her as a plaything and drank from her against her will]. Because that’s what vampires represented, and that’s what vampires were. And the culture has just shifted enough that you’d have to think twice before you dove in that boldly now, I think.”

Another storyline that doesn’t feel “of the time” today is the classic bad boy trope, which, Plec admits, she’s had great success exploring on TVD and its spinoff, The Originals (which returns April 20 for its fifth and final season). “It brings to light a lot of questions about women’s self-worth and passivity in that male/female dynamic, and so that’s shifting as well,” she says. “It’ll be [interesting] to see how you can create great romance and tension in a romantic relationship without being able to rely on those old tropes of the guy picking up the girl and throwing her over his shoulder and saving the day, you know.”

As someone who also worked on close friend Kevin Williamson’s series Dawson’s Creek for a time, Plec can, too, admit that 20 years later, a plot point like Pacey having sex with his teacher hasn’t aged well. “There was something kind of sexy and dirty and naughty and wish fulfillment about that back then that leaves a really nasty taste in my mouth right now,” she says.

Still, there are some Dawson’s arcs that more than hold up. She thinks back to Jack (Kerr Smith) coming out in Season 2 — and in Season 3, experiencing the first passionate kiss between two men on TV (thanks to then showrunner Greg Berlanti being willing to walk away from the series if the network wouldn’t air it). “Essentially that scene where the father rejects Jack and leaves him in a puddle crying was a fictionalized version of Greg’s actual experience, which he’s talked very freely about in his own interviews,” Plec says. “The beauty of that storyline is the idea that as a young adult, [Greg] had an experience that he had to keep a secret for a while, and then when he revealed his secret, it didn’t go well, and then for him to be able to exorcise that demon through writing — to actually show the story to an audience and show them all the beautiful things about that story that he himself had never gotten to see as a viewer.”

That’s also an illustration of why Plec has always been drawn to the teen genre. “What’s most inspirational about writing for that age is that everyone at that age is either living their biggest truth or their biggest secret, and sometimes both. And they communicate in a very straight-forward way. They tend to sort of say what they mean, and express their feelings without filters in a way that you just don’t do as much as an adult,” she says. “And so as a writer, it makes it a particularly honest experience — I don’t have to think, I can just put my thoughts on the page as I would have wanted to when I was 17.”

Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School students Emma Gonzalez, left, David Hogg, and Cameron Kasky raising their voices. (Photos: Getty/AP)

Last month, when she was watching the teen survivors of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas school shooting speak on TV, she thought again about Dawson’s Creek.

“Kevin made a very specific and unique style choice in that he purposefully wrote those teens to have almost hyperbolic language and communication skills,” Plec says, “and I would say, probably the biggest lesson you can take from his choice was that when you’re writing for teenagers, you don’t treat them like children. You treat them, and you present them, as adults. And that was actually passing through my head when I was listening to all the Parkland students on CNN giving their press conference. I said, ‘My god, they are so magnificently articulate.’ And the idea that there used to exist this sense in that particular youth genre that you had to write down or limit their vocabulary or narrow their point of view seems so ridiculous in the post-Dawson’s Creek era, because you look at the reality of how teenagers communicate at their best.”

Katherine Langford as Hannah Baker in 13 Reasons Why. (Photo: Netflix/Courtesy Everett Collection)

The conversation those students, and fearless shows like 13 Reasons Why, are creating in the country give her hope. “If you’re looking at all of these kids talking about being shot up in their school, then you’re applauding a show like 13 Reasons Why for creating an environment for people to talk openly about their feelings, about their mental illness, about their sadness, about the things that make them feel dark. If talking about mental health is the norm and not the aberration, then I think we solve a lot of the world’s problems just by definition of that.”

Because again, when done well, these shows can make a difference. For her next project, Plec will direct the pilot for The CW’s Roswell reboot, written by Originals alum Carina Adly MacKenzie and based on the Roswell High book series. This time, the story centers on the daughter (Jeanine Mason) of undocumented immigrants who returns to her hometown of Roswell, New Mexico, for her 10-year high school reunion and discovers that her teenage crush (Nathan Parsons), who is now a police officer, has been hiding the fact that he’s an alien with unearthly abilities. When a violent attack and long-standing government cover-up point to a greater alien presence on Earth, the politics of fear and hatred threaten to expose him and destroy their deepening romance.

“Carina was raised in the Muslim faith by an Egyptian mother, although she is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young woman, and after 9/11, the next day everyone in her school was exhibiting blatant Islamophobia, and she had to sort of stand up and say, ‘Hey, wait a second, guys. Watch yourselves.’ And so to be able to tell that story through this lens is really important to her because it is something that she went through as a teenager.”

And it’s an experience that today’s teens can still relate to. “Anything that you’re making for that particular audience, you know deep down that you’re in some way, in success, laying the foundation for important things like tolerance and inclusion, and openness to issues like mental health or self-esteem,” she says. “You’re touching people at the right time, where your message can actually make positive change if your message is well-executed — and there’s something really uplifting and powerful about that.”

Read more “Why Teen TV Matters” from Yahoo Entertainment:

Show creator looks back at 4 decades of ‘Degrassi,’ from abortion to Drake

Joss Whedon on Parkland students: ‘I’ve been writing about kids like these for a long while. I thought I was writing fantasy.’

‘My So-Called Life’ and ‘Parenthood’ creators on Parkland teens ‘changing the conversation’ on TV and in real life

Why social media is the biggest issue teen TV should tackle

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I shall RISE at DAWN to wage the WAR for the PLANET OF THE APES!!

First off I’ma start by admitting that these films are completely and utterly out of my usual choice of entertainment .... (Hence why it has taken me 6 years to actually watch them! Yes - that’s right I only watched them ALL for the very first time this week!) .... and boy have I been missing out!! 

The hype around the latest release in this incredible series (WAR FOR THE PLANET OF THE APES (2017) roused my interest and by chance I came across a marathon of the previous two films (RISE (2011) and DAWN (2014) ) and thought “Why not?” ... I honestly think it took all of the first 15 minutes of RISE for baby chimpanzee Caesar to completely steal my heart! I was instantly cooing and in love with this adorable little cutie. I was immediately hooked and couldn’t wait to continue the rest of the series to follow the unfolding of Caesar’s beautiful story.

How would I describe this franchise in three words? MIND-BLOWING , HEARTWARMING and beautifully TOUCHING! (Ok, ok it’s more than three- but even these don’t really do it justice!)

Now’s where I leave my “SPOILERS AHEAD” warning as I proceed dissect the franchise. So please - if you haven’t watched these films - don’t ruin their genius for yourself - go and watch them PRONTO!! ... You’re welcome.

Of course, Caesar (my personal ‘monkey of the movie’ in RISE) is no ordinary Chimpanzee. Scientist, Will (James Franco), is experimenting with a cure for Alzheimers to help his father, which they’re testing on chimps (one part of the movie which is 100% against my personal ethics! I am an animal lover through and through and can’t stand lab-held animals, zoos, or circuses!) ... one of their test subjects, Bright Eyes, starts going a little crazy and beserk which leads to her ultimate demise, and while clearing out the lab - having had their funding suspended - they discover it wasn’t the drugs that had made her vicious, but she was protecting her new born baby (Caesar).  Will takes the cute baby chimp in to raise it himself, and steals some of the drugs to test on his Alzheimer suffering father. It’s promptly discerned that the ALZ-112 drug was passed on from Bright Eyes to Caesar as he shows signs of hyper-intelligence from just a few days of age.  For five years they live a happy life together as Caesar continues to grow into a strong, healthy, intelligent ape with the loving care of Will and his Ill father. (The drugs worked to help his father get better, but only temporarily before the deterioration continued at a rapid rate)

While trying to protect his deteriorating owner, Caesar get’s a little violent, and is taken to be locked up until court orders deem him safe to return. This is a major turning point for Caesar - as it is the first time he comes face to face with the fact that not all humans are good - and the ‘mistrust’ seed is initially planted.

Caesar at first struggles to fit in with the other apes. He misses his home. There is a heart-wrenching scene in his lock-up where he finds a piece of chalk and draws the attic window from Will’s house on his cell-wall. Queue my tears. Ahw. He’s adorable! Rocket (another Chimp), the strongest ape in the lock up, fights for dominance but Caesar soon makes friends with ex-circus Orangutan, Maurice, who is also able to communicate by sign-language. (Which Caesar had learned from Will). The longer Caesar is left in lock up the more his mis-trust grows and he realises - HE IS APE - he doesn’t feel that he belongs with the humans - he uses his smarts to assert his dominance over Rocket - break out of his lock up and steal the ALZ-113 (new development of ALZ-112) from Will’s house, to smarten up his new found friends and lead the revolution! The apes overthrow the lock-up security and lead a rampage of destruction on the golden gate bridge.

The apes find their refuge, and place to build their home in a beautiful forest / wild-park near the bridge, and when Will asks Caesar to come home , the two part tearfully as Caesar tells him CAESAR IS HOME. Ugly crying again. Whoops.

This is only the beginning and things get even better in the second instalment (and my favourite) of the series (DAWN). [Side note: I’m actually kinda glad I could just binge them all now and not have to wait for 3 years to continue the story!). My personal ‘monkey of the movie’ for ‘Dawn’ has to go to Koba, a bonobo , yes he is the evil villain, but he is fantastically written, and has some incredible scenes in this film. More on that in a sec.

Dawn takes place 10 years after the end of RISE, and by now the chimps have built their own beautiful colony in their forest, Caesar is leading the Ape community with pride along side his family of his wife, Cornelia, and son, Blue Eyes (I love how this has a connection to his mother, Bright Eyes).The ape colony also contains the symbol of Caesars ‘attic window’ etched into surrounding rocks in various places, which I think is a beautiful and heart-warming tie-in to RISE.  It comes to light the the release of the ‘ALZ’ drugs during the fight have affected the human population adversely and many have died - up till now the survivors and apes have been getting along peacefully, but it’s ruined by a breach of trust which starts when humans venture into the ‘Apes’ home territory and shoot at Rocket’s son, Ash. Caesar has experienced the ‘goodness’ of humans, and does not want to risk his Apes in a war against the human race, Rocket, Maurice and most of the others stand loyally by their leader,  Koba however , having spent his life being poked and prodded in laboratories, cannot bring himself to let go of his hatred and distrust for humans. He goes a bit rogue, and in one of the most entertaining film scenes ever, tricks two dumb humans by some silly entertaining antics, before ultimately killing them and stealing their guns.

In the meantime, Caesar and one of the ‘good’ humans, Malcolm have come to an arrangement to benefit both the humans and the apes , and they achieve their desired goals, the humans getting their electricity fixed and Caesar’s sick wife (having just given birth to a second son) getting the medical attention she needs to get better. As the peace is aheived, Koba arrives, silently carrying his stolen weapon, and shoots Caesar (from afar) to raise distrust of humans within the tribe and Ceasar ‘dead’ the apes now start following Koba into war against the humans! Koba locks up Caesar’s faithful follwers (Rocket, Maurice and Luca) and Blue Eyes starts to realise Koba is not to be trusted, who also kills his best friend, Ash who refused to kill a human.

Malcolm and his family find the badly wounded Caesar still alive and take him to his original ‘home’ - Will’s house, with the attic window - to help him heal up. While stealing Medical supplies to help Caesar, Malcom runs into Blue-Eyes and tells him his father is alive. Blue-Eyes goes to see his father, and Caesar tells him it was not humans, but Koba who shot him. They devise a plan to save the locked up Rocket and Maurice and ultimately kill of the evil Koba ... but sadly, the war is just beginning.

This brings us to WAR, and another time jump (I can’t remember if it specified exactly how big the time jump was, and although Caesar’s youngest doesn’t seem to be too much bigger, Caesar himself appears to be getting on in years). The war is still raging on and it’s sad to see the hurt, loss and destruction. Caesar’s little family is adorable as ever! and he continues to try to lead the Apes with minimum violence against the relentless human troops. Rocket and Blue-Eyes return to give news of having found a new safe haven for the apes to relocate their ‘colony’ - they begin preparations to leave - but Caesar feels it’s bit soon - that night ends in utter tragedy - as due to a betrayal, soldiers infiltrate the Ape’s territory and a major , although completely unnecessary cause of more ugly crying, Caesar’s wife, Cornelia and Blue-Eyes are killed. ( Yes, I’m a basket-case, don’t judge me. Humans are awful!! #teamape ).

 Caesar’s hatred now sets in as he sends his colony off to safety and proceeds on his mission of revenge against the Colonel (played by Woody Harrelson, who I have to say, I really admire as an actor, even if I hate his character in the movie).  This leads into one of the most touching scenes in the movie where Rocket, Luca and Maurice follow him and refuse to let him go it alone. Luca’s role: to protect Caesar, and keep him alive, Rocket, because he knows what it’s like to lose a son, and Maurice to make sure that Caesar returns to lead his colony. This little display of animal’s loyalty just touches my heart to much, it’s a quality I so dearly admire and really wish humans were better at it. It had me tearing up (again) with pride and awe. #SQUADGOALS

They discover a mute girl, who Maurice decides to ‘adopt’ as his own (good old, sweet heart Maurice) and later come across a hermit chimp, who used to live in the zoo, and due to his dealing with humans, calls himself ‘Bad Ape’ ... how cute and sad it that? He’s seriously so ugly looking, yet adorable at the same time.

They soon discover the ‘border’ where the soldier have captured the ape colony and are using them to work without food and water. Caesar is capture, and Luca dies in a rescue attempt. (so much death!) ... The colonel and Caesar have words, and it is brought to light that the Colonel fears the disease which is slowly making human intelligence regress, and thus the spread of ‘mute’ people, as they no long have full capacity of brain functionality. He (colonel) had killed his own son due to this.

The little mute girl, Nova, gives Caesar some food and water while he is captured, and to save her from being caught, Rocket comes to the rescue and allows himself to be captured as a diversion. Rocket was my personal ‘monkey of the movie’ in this third and final instalment of the series. His loyalty, strength and good heart are overwhelmingly touching! Together him and Caesar along with external help of ‘Bad Ape’ and ‘Maurice’ devise a plan to break the apes out.

A war begins, as other troops come to kill the Colonel (because of his willingness to kill sick humans)... but turns out he himself got the disease, Caesar doesn’t go through with killing him, seeing he can’t speak, but leaves the gun for the Colonel to kill himself. 

After an intense escape, surviving being shot by an arrow and a massive avalanche , Caesar leads his tribe to their new home, and dies a peaceful death alongside his close friend and advisor, Maurice. . . and damn, them tears are back again.

THANK YOU to the INCREDIBLE Team(S) who put these MINDBLOWINGLY BRILLIANT films together!! I’m sad they’re over but I’ve enjoyed every moment. The character development was OUTSTANDING! And I loved the realism of CAESARS heroic story - the hero can’t always survive! 

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If the shoe fits... Again?

Theo Raeken x plusSise!reader (Also Chimera ;) )

Requested: yeS

A/N: Love you fantastic anon who requested it 😘❤ also sorry it took so long.

Word Count: 982

WARNINGS: Swearing.

Credit to the owner of the gif x.

 Theo messed up, and he wanted you back in his pack desperately. He wasn’t going to stop at any cost. That’s why he was in the Dread Doctor’s lab, pleading for them to turn you into one of their many experiments. They said it’d cost him, “Anything! I just need her back, I need my best friend back.” He begged for all he had.

 “Give us the venom of the kanima.” The Surgeon rasped out. “What are you gonna do with Tracy’s venom?” Theo questioned, worried about their plans.

  “The experiments condition will be terminal without it.” The Geneticist stepped closer to Theo. “Terminate the Desert Wolf as your cost.” The Pathologist remarked in his raspy tone.

“The Desert Wolf? Don’t you know how hard it’ll be to find her?” They were going to make him work for it. “Find her daughter, the one they call Malia Tate.” The three of them disappeared after their last sentence, leaving Theo to work out a plan.

“Hey, Josh wait up!!” You called to your former pack mate and current best friend. “Hey Y/N, did you nail soccer/football tryouts?” Josh asked as you caught up to him and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I nailed it, although I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t make the team. There were tons of other girls trying out.”

“You’ll make the team, Y/N, I promise”, he ruffled your hair and you smacked at his hand. “Don’t touch my hair, and I don’t know. Have you seen Corey?” You needed to study with him for the test in AP Biology. Josh stopped dead in his tracks and turned to you. “Is that a pun?” You realized what you sad and laughed.

“It’s an unintentional pun, don’t tell Corey, please.” You said as you both continued your walk to get lunch. “Don’t tell Corey what?” Corey asks as he appears next to you from thin air. “That I and Y/N are going on a date”, Josh said casually. His words cause you and Corey to exchange looks before you spoke up.

“Um, Josh?”, He looked back at you and Corey, who had stopped walking. “What? What is it?” He asked, being concerned. “I didn’t know we had a date?” You asked quietly. Josh starts blushing violently and he looks to the ground. “Shit-” he mutters “- I forgot to ask you out.”

You blush like a tomato, causing Corey to chuckle and ‘aww’ at you two. “Well, this is awkward”, Theo comments on the situation.  You turn around at the sound of his voice, anger boiling inside of you. “What do you want, Raeken?” You snap at him.

“I just wanted to talk, maybe show you some things?” He took a step closer and you took a step back. “No, you never stood up for me against your bitchy girlfriend. Why should I even talk to you?” You took a deep breath, readying yourself for his explanation. He sighed before he spoke, “I’m sorry, but this needs to be done.” You crinkled your nose up in confusion before you heard Tracy mutter sorry.

Your legs gave out first, then your arms. Slowly, the rest of your body was paralyzed with Tracy’s venom. You grunted and groaned, no success in moving any limbs. “Really, Tracy?”

“I made her do it,” Theo said, his face coming into view. “I knew you wouldn’t listen unless you didn’t have a choice” “You’re unbelievable, Theodore Raeken.” You quipped.

He smirked and then you heard the clicking, the Dread Doctors. Fear and Panic flooded your body, dread set in as soon as you heard the heavy footsteps walking towards you. “THEO PLEASE, DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME!” You shrieked when you felt hands pick you up. The Surgeon came into view with a rather large needle, causing you to whimper. He plunged it into your neck and your vision faded out.

You awoke in your room, soreness taking over your body. You stretched your legs and arms out to notice a strange pain in your shoulder. You pulled the sleeve of your shirt up just enough to see the conflicted area. Just under the strap of your bra, was a patch of skin.

It was a slightly different skin tone than yours. It looked patched on, sewed even. You touch the skin and wince from pain. It was a make-shift skin graph. “What. The. FUCK?!”

Your heart sped up and you began to panic. You had the possibility of becoming a chimera, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted to be happy and with Josh. You wanted to be human and happy, not fearing your safety from the Dread Doctors or Scott’s pack.

It was just after lunch when your powers manifested. You knew Theo had planned this, and you knew how to make him mad.

You headed to your room and locked the door, not wanting your parents to hear about the supernatural. “Hey, Scott? It’s Y/N and I’m fucking terrified.” You whispered the last part into your phone. Scott sighed, “Come to my place at 7 tonight, we’re having a pack meeting.”

As you’re about to knock on Scott’s door, Malia opens it and glares at you. You shyly put your hand back down. “What do you want?” Malia harshly spit at you. “Uh, w-well Scott told me to be h-here by 7?” You stuttered out.

Scott appeared behind Malia, he had a concerned look on his face. “Hey, you’re here.” Scott nudged Malia with his shoulder and she stepped aside. As you walked into the house Malia let out a low growl that had the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

She flashed her blue luminescent werecoyote eyes at you and you flashed yours back in submission, surprising Malia. You turned around and showed everyone your golden eyes. “I want to join your pack. I want Theo to pay.”

[hazelcmist]

Cupid’s Downfall

@timepetalsprompts winter fic bingo “Cupid” and “Ice”. Also I sneaked in a questionable response to the “Piercings” prompt.

Pairing: Ten x Rose

A/N: VERY AU! Utopian/Dystopian FIC!? Slight “Matched” (Ally Condie) / “The Giver” (Lois Lowry) Crossover? This idea was inspired by those and many more utopian/dystopian young adult series I read or read about years ago. I don’t know who did it first, they all blur together. I’m sure someone’s already done this in fanfiction too. I apologize if I’m not crediting any of those brilliant authors that might’ve gotten into my head.

*

He is a Time Lord. He does not have hormones, or desires, or any of those base human urges. They call him “Cupid” because of a legend from long ago about a cherub with arrows who wielded the power of love. He has weapons at his disposal and power, but they’re not tangible and it’s not love. On the first day of every year, any human who is twenty-one years of age is paired off with a companion that is genetically compatible. He does the final analyzation of the research, he makes the decisions, he signs off on the pairings, and he oversees the bonding ceremony.

Time Lords have ruled over humanity for over two hundred years; protecting and nurturing them until they can recover from the deadly plague that wiped out ninety percent of Earth’s population. The human race on Earth would’ve gone extinct if it hadn’t been for the Time Lords who took over in the midst of chaos. After two centuries, the human race has grown exponentially and into a people who are no longer shell-shocked, weak or afraid. And he’s noticed.

He’s taken an interest in them that goes well beyond their DNA. It’s abnormal and abhorrent for a Time Lord, but when he regenerates for the tenth time, something goes very wrong. He’s one of the most intelligent beings in the universe, and yet suddenly he finds himself distracted; obsessively studying and seeing these stupid apes in a very different light.

The humans are getting restless. They now outnumber their rulers and claim that they deserve the right to make their own decisions. Time Lords are not ruthlessly cruel tyrants, but they’re superior in every way. Those “unjust” laws are meant to save humans, and the Time Lords will stubbornly enforce them until their population goals are met, and humanity’s future is fully secured.

But one day, a Time Lord breaks the rules for one brave pink and yellow human.

And everything changes.

*

He is a Time Lord. He does not have hormones, or desires, or any of those base human urges; but the first time he sees her, he feels… something.

He spots her in the crowd and hones in on her with tunnel-vision. Everyone else fades away, and he flips through his data bank until he’s got her on his radar.

Rose Marion Tyler.

It’s not the first time he’s taken an unusual amount of interest in a particular human, he’s been feeling a lot more in this new over-sensitive body that he’s still struggling to understand and control. But Rose Tyler is different.

Powell Estates, London. Shop Girl.

There’s nothing spectacular or unique about her or her DNA, but he can’t tear his eyes away from her blonde hair, her brown eyes, her grin and a fleeting laugh that’s a form of music he’s never heard. He watches her as she comes closer to the front of the line and her fate; toying with the earrings that mark her as a human, chewing on her lip. Her forced smile fades and is replaced with creases in her brow, a frown, the abrupt change in her posture, and a spark of something in her eyes he’s wholly unfamiliar with.

She’s angry. Not just angry. She’s furious, and she’s looking straight at him.

He can’t possibly comprehend why she’s upset with him, but he wants to. He wants to know what’s going on behind those blazing eyes. Curiosity’s always been his downfall. Today it destroys him and an entire infrastructure built on the misguided hopes and misunderstood statistics of two hundred years.  

It’s an accident, he swears, it’s an accident. She catches him staring and holds her head high; completely missing the fact that the male in front of her stopped short in terror. It happens in slow motion, she slips and falls, and he’s standing and catching her before he’s even aware of what he’s done.

He touches her with his bare hands, a forbidden act for a Time Lord. She automatically grabs onto him, gazing up at him in shock. He brushes her hair from her wide eyes to calm her, and his fingers instinctively stray to her temple so that he can see her. It lasts no more than a second, but he sees more than he should.

She’s stunned. The picture she projects of him is a terrible one. “Cupid” is an unfeeling heartless robot made of ice; who doesn’t care that he’s ruined the happiness of thousands of people including her own, by ripping away a choice that should’ve been theirs. He’s unsurprised she sees him like that, what surprises him is that it hurts. In a flash he sees her timeline, and how much she’ll hate it.

Jimmy Stone. Failed Musician. Prone to fits of anger and indulging in black marketed liquor.

She’ll work hard to keep a roof over her head and food on the table for the four healthy children she’ll birth. Her progeny will excel, live long lives and help advance the human race, because she’ll push them harder to have the life she always wanted but couldn’t have. “Cupid” and a bloody computer stole all of her freedom from her.

She violently wrenches herself from his arms and draws herself up to her full height. She’s not afraid of him, but he’s terrified of her and everything that she made him feel.

For the first time in his life, he finally understands  and listens to his own hearts. He immediately halts the ceremony before she gets her assignment and smashes the databank.

Chaos erupts.

He lets it happen.

He can see it now; a brave new world on the horizon.

He leaves “Cupid” behind on planet Earth, amongst the Time Lords who are relinquishing control to a pink and yellow race who were always strong and brilliant enough to survive and flourish on their own. They only have one heart, but it’s a fiercely powerful one capable of more than a Time Lord could ever imagine, and that until now no Time Lord had ever understood.

He steals a ship from the junk yard, an old “useless” TARDIS that he’s always loved. The moment he fires up the TARDIS, he lays down his weapons and rids himself of his terrible power.

He surrenders and lets his hearts reign over him.

And when Rose Tyler hunts him down and comes banging on his door, demanding to know who the bloody hell he thinks he is, he’s so surprised that he asks her to come with him.

He has to ask her twice.

(She hits him the first time.)

But when he comes back to tell her it travels in time…

She agrees; but only if he shows her the stars and the universe, and a life she never dared to dream of.

He keeps his promise.

After they save each other on their first disastrous adventure, he removes all the hideous earrings in her ears that distinctly marked her as someone who he wrongly thought had been beneath him. He silently tells her that she’s his equal now, and for the first time she gives him a warm smile and a new name.

Doctor.

The months pass, he starts to feel and allows himself to be more human. He wonders if the legend of Cupid might be true, because she hits him like an arrow straight to his hearts. She slowly opens herself up to him like the flower she’s named for; she makes him smile; he makes her laugh; and he falls in love with her.

And one day, two years after she’s forgiven him, while they’re patching each other up after saving another world, she stuns him again.

“I love you, Doctor,” she confesses.

He breaks every last rule in the law book of the Time Lords, when he kisses her and breathlessly tells her:

“Rose Tyler, I love you too.”  

[celebrityhangout]

Growing up, I watched Hilary Clinton’s 1995 “Women’s Rights Are Human Rights“ speech as the epitome of feminism. Though that speech is just as relevant and strong today, the way feminism is perceived has changed. In July, Representative Ted Yoho called Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez a “fucking bitch” and “out of her freaking mind” on the steps of Capitol Hill. After he begrudgingly made a rather empty apology, Ocasio-Cortez took to the House floor to give an impassioned, powerful speech condemning systemic sexism. Every single word she said hit the nail on the head and was felt by women around the world—because most of us, in some form, have been in this situation before. The speech went viral and thousands have posted in support of AOC, who many believe to be the face of Gen Z feminism. In one speech, AOC implicitly launched a new wave of unapologetic women who are unashamed of standing up for themselves—in all spaces.

“This issue is not about one incident,” AOC said in her speech, as she explained why she made the decision to take Yoho’s comments to Congress. “It is a culture of lack of impunity; of accepting of violence and violent language against women; and an entire structure of power that supports that.” Prior to the misogynistic attack, Yoho was “disgusted” by Ocasio-Cortez’s suggestion that poverty and unemployment have led to a rise in petty crimes. She told him he was being “rude,” and he then decided to escalate the situation by verbally accosting her. The words he retorted are emblematic of the discomfort men feel when an unapologetic, intelligent woman stands up for herself in a space where men feel they aren’t supposed to belong. Yoho is an example of a man who felt so threatened that a woman was self-assured enough to even respond to him—and not to simply stand back, take it and remain quiet. 

Image: House Television via AP, File.

Instead of amplifying her voice, some media outlets reported that AOC “lashed out“ on Twitter and that her speech was a calculated response “to amplify her own political brand.” Others reduced the value behind her words as “fiery.” Ocasio-Cortez did exactly what we preach any woman in her position to do—stand up for herself—and yet somehow it’s been switched to her doing so to forward her political agenda. This rhetoric is not distinct from the way many Latinx women have been labeled—overly emotional, crazy and so on. But framing AOC and her speech in this manner makes the clear distinction between her words and Yoho’s. Why can he proudly state that he cannot “apologize for his passion” while Ocasio-Cortez continues to be branded as chaotic and juvenile? 

Ocasio-Cortez is an unwavering force to be reckoned with.

Her speech was not one any woman ever wants to make. Calling out sexism is never fun or pleasant. We are brought up and trained to ignore it. Having to sit and flesh out why this is wrong is extremely difficult. AOC had to rise and make a speech on her verbal abuse—and know that no matter what she said, people still won’t listen, or care, or change. She publicized what she should have just shut up and taken it, so this validates calling her a bitch, right?  “I could not allow my nieces, I could not allow the little girls that I go home to, I could not allow victims of verbal abuse and worse to see that,” she said. “To see that excuse and to see our Congress accept it as legitimate and accept it as an apology and to accept silence as a form of acceptance.”

AOC knew that women everywhere were waiting to see what she would do next. Would she ignore it and brush it off, similarly to when we are catcalled as we walk home alone? Would she pretend it didn’t happen like we do when we’re harassed on the subway? Would she laugh it off the way we do when we’re made uncomfortable and don’t want to make things “serious?” Or would she take this moment and use it to amplify the voices of women worldwide—voices that continue to get silenced everyday?

Her speech is distinct from anything I’ve heard an elected official publicly say so heartily before, and I can’t help but think of how many lives she will touch because of it. Her passion is something I wish I grew up seeing displayed in politics. We don’t always see women in politics make speeches such as AOC’s because they’ve been told to steer clear of criticism and not be seen as emotional. We’re told these characteristics are faults instead of strengths. There is no denying that AOC inspires women everywhere. The authenticity behind her path to Congress has already made an impact that can be seen and felt. It’s why Puerto Rican Samelys Lopez, an ex-homeless Congressional candidate, can run an incredible campaign in the 15th district of New York—neighboring that of AOC’S own Bronx district. And it’s why both women and men in politics always have some sort of opinion about her, good or bad. Ocasio-Cortez is an unwavering force to be reckoned with.

We’re all someone’s daughter, but we shouldn’t have to use that as leverage to be treated with the respect.

Misogynistic behavior is a problem that runs deep, and one that we are likely to always have to face. The way we approach it needs to change, and it’s starting to, thanks to women like AOC. As a Latina myself, it is so incredibly wonderful to see the representation that AOC provides for women of color. Whether it’s calling out unwarranted groping from men at clubs or renouncing misogynistic behavior on the steps of Capitol Hill, we are united by the verbal abuse we face. As Yoho hid behind being deemed a “family man,” AOC declared that she is, in fact, “someone’s daughter too.” We’re all someone’s daughter, but we shouldn’t have to use that as leverage to be treated with the respect we deserve in the first place. 

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[maddystar1theyoutuber]

Chapter 2 rose: autons, a friend and a mad man.

-1 year later-

“Alice what did I say about you and mic being gross.” I said with a smirk as micky and Alice laugh.

“oh, shut up.” Alice said still laughing.

“anyway, catch you two later.” Micky said as we say goodbye. me and Alice head to Henrik's where we work.

Could this explain why if I’m not here the universe will collapse, I thought this all over as Alice and me head to Henrik's where we work.

-closing time-

Alice and I are walking out of Henrik's, when a guard called out and held out a bag of money in front of Alice.

“hey why don’t you go on ahead. I’ll drop this off and see you tomorrow.” Alice offered.

“if you’re sure.”

“yeah. See you tomorrow. Bye”

I walk out of the building and put my earphones in and play thanks for the memory’s by fall out boys.

I made my way to my motorbike. When I got there, I had the music up to loud, so I didn’t hear the Tardis materialise behind me.

I felt the wind pick up and my music changes to roaring 20s by panic at the disco, I look up to see not a cloud.

Then suddenly a hand touches my shoulder and I look to see who it was and my jaw drops.

It was THE DOCTOR.

-the doctors. p.o.v.-

I step out of the Tardis to notice a girl looking up at the sky.

But what court my attention was the scarf and leather jacket.

The same scarf I wore in my 4th regeneration. And the same leather jacket I am wearing right now.

I got curios and approached her.

As I did, I heard the music playing thanks to my time lord hearing it was roaring 20s by panic at the disco.

This made me wonder who she was, clearly not from this time sense that song is made in 13 years from now.

I tap her shoulder and she spun around.

Her jaw dropped and she looked surprised, like she knew me, but I didn’t know her.

Then I notice her look over my shoulder to the Tardis.

That confirmed it she knew who I was but how.

“do I know you.” I asked and her attention snaps back to me shock still written on her face.

“Val…  Valerie harper. And you shouldn’t be worrying about me there’s a girl in the basement filled with autons.” She said as she spun around and got on her motorbike.

She put on her helmet and said “don’t worry next time we meet I’ll explain everything. See you tomorrow doctor.”

And then she was gone I was surprised that she knew me, but it was unnerving at the same time.

Who is she?

-the next day-

- Valerie’s p.o.v-

I woke up to my phone going off, I answer, and it was Jackie going off at me for leaving Alice behind and that Henrik's blow up, but I didn’t get a call yet, so I acted like I was surprised.

“oh my god, is Alice ok.” I said in fake shock, and thankfully Jackie bort it and I was off the hook.

“she’s alright. But seeing how you two don’t have a job anymore she’s sleeping in” Jackie said.

“hey, I think I’m gone a come over so me and Alice can job hunt together. Is that ok with you” I asked.

“of cores its alright, I’ll pop the ketal on then sea you soon. Bye” Jackie said and hung up.

I got up and put on worn jeans, red converse’s, a white and black checker hoody, a tank top and my scarf. (the 4th doctors’ scarf.)

Knock, knock, knock.

I was already half whey down the hall, so I answered the door and was surprised to who it was.

It was the doctor, THE DOCTOR.

I mean yes, I sore him last night but that was in town, this was my apartment, my front door, the last place to see the doctor.

I quickly shake my head and stutter “wh… what are you doing here.”

“I could ask you the same question.” He said sounding offended.

“I live here.” I replied

“I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you?” the doctor said and tapped my forehead.

And I remembered something the 10th doctor said.

-flash back-

“The only event we know didn’t happen is bad Wolfe. And because it never happened, we don’t know why.” The doctor said.

“which bad Wolfe would that be. When Alice becomes the bad Wolfe or the end of the universe.” I asked and both missy and the doctor look at me like they had no idea there where two.

“ok I’ll take that as neither” I said.

“wait. Who’s rose.” The doctor asked and I was surprised.

“in your 9th regeneration you met a girl in the basement of a shop called Henrik's. her name was rose” I said.

“oh, her I never sore her after Henrik's, wellll, I did accidently found her flat, and polled off her boyfriend’s head she just ran off, after that I travelled with a girl called anna.” He said.

-end flash back-

“no see you then” he said and was about to walk off, when I grab him and poll back into my flat.

“no, we need to talk. And I know your curios how much I know about you and let’s just say it’s a dangerous amount” I said, I notice he became more interested and followed me to the living room.

“you make it sound as if this is the first time we’ve met, yet you know who I am so tell me who are you.” he said, and the look in he’s eyes tell me to tread carefully, or the oncoming storm will pay a visit.

I sigh and sat on the couch and him to do the same on the opposite from me.

I take a deep breath trying to control my fangirling which is hard when I the man I’ve known sense I was 4, is seating right in front of you.

“I’m from a parallel universe your life is a tv show, it started back in 1963 when Ian and Barbra first stepped into the Tardis, but got cancelled in 1989, there was a movie in 1996 which is about the advencher in which you regenerate into your 8th regeneration, and in 2005 there was a reboot that was of what you are currently doing but it didn’t follow your perspective, it followed the girl you met last night rose, oh, and it was still running when I left. As for the time war it was in the gap, so my knowledge is vague, but I do know what you did and that this actually your 10th regeneration. Any questions” I asked.

the look on his face was a mix of horror, surprised, curiosity, anger, sadness and suspicion.

“so, say if I believed you do you know what I’ve recently lived through.” I nodded my head and biting my lower lip.

pity and sadness in my eyes, which he court on to. Then I noticed in his eyes he was trying to keep rage under control, But I could see he was falling

“doctor you where the one who brought me here to fix time and make shore pacific events happen or it will destroy the universe.” I said trying to ease the storm.

But instead it made it whirs, he lunged at me grabbing both my wrists and slammed them into the couch either side of my head.

“you apes are all the same violent and self-destructive, you watch death and distracted, and call it entertainment.” He almost shouted the last bit.

“your wrong, I can’t speak for every other human, but I watched the show, I watched it for the advencher, hope and bravery.” His grip tightened and I winced at the pain.

“and besides if you hate us apes, why do you keep saving us.” I asked trying to waver his anger without letting him know his hurting me, because it would hurt him more.

But he tightened his grip even more to the point if he went any tighter hid crush my wrists.

My face contorts and I grunt in pain.

The doctor realised what he was doing and quickly let go of me and backed away.

“I’m… I’m sorry” he was so quiet and clearly ashamed of himself.

“no, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, I know it’s still pretty recent for you. sorry” I said.

Then the doctor noticed my wrists were already starting to bruise.

He sighed and opened his mouth to speak. But I raise my hand and said “don’t, I know you didn’t mean to, so drop it.”

He sighed again and nodded.

“right then, we need a few ground rules, first off, no telling me my future, unless the situation say’s otherwise. understood.” He said, with a sudden mood change.

“yeah, so we shod go follow that signal” I said.

I quickly call Jackie telling her that something came up and that I couldn’t come over.

Then we left my apartment as the doctor and me followed the signal to an apartment complex.

I realized it was the same complex that Alice lives in.

“this will be difficult to explain” I mutter under my breath.

“what are you on about.” The doctor asked while ducking down to play with a cat flap.

Then suddenly someone on the other side pushed back, seeing the doctors face and opening the door.

Alice emerged seeing us confusion written on her face to why I was with him, I gave her a small sheepish smile and waited for the onslaught of questions I would have to answer.

But before she could ask the doctor cut in. “What're you doing here?”

“I live here.” Alice said.

“Well, what do you do that for?” the doctor asked, confused about what she just did a moment ago.

“Because I do. I'm only at home because someone blew up my job.” Alice said a bit annoyed with the doctor.

“I must have got the wrong signal again. You're not plastic either, are you?” the doctor asked and tapped Alice’s head like he did mine. “No, bonehead. Bye then, come on.”

Then rose grabbed him, (like I did back at my flat.) and dragged him inside while saying “You two. Inside. Right now.”

I followed them inside, and Alice gave me the, ‘you have a lot of explaining to do.’

I sighed as Jackie asked who was at the door.

Alice and me move to her bedroom door, and I waive hello as Alice says “It's val, and a guy who’s here about last night. He's part of the inquiry. Give us ten minutes.”

Jackie gave me a smile and then said to the doctor as Alice and me leave. “She deserves compensation.”

I sat on the couch and waited for the inevitable.

I could still here the conversation the doctor and Jackie where having, as I did so.

“Oh, we're talking millions.” The doctor said.

I can see the seen play in my head as Jackie stood up and said, “I'm in my dressing gown.”

“Yes, you are.” The doctor replies being the oblivious idiot he is.

“There's a strange man in my bedroom.” Jackie said

“Yes, there is.” The doctor said.

“Well, anything could happen.” Jackie remarked.

The doctor now finally realized what she was getting at said flatly “No.” and then left to the living room.

“Don't mind the mess.” Alice said, when the doctor walked into the room “Do you want a coffee?”

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.” The doctor said.

“no thanks” I said and watched the doctor walk around the apartment.

The doctor suddenly picked up a magazine on the coffee table and said, “That won't last, he's gay and she's an alien.”

“I'm not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong.” Alice called from the kitchen.

the doctor then picked up a book and flicked through the pages and said “Hmm. Sad ending.”

At this point I started humming Birthday by All Time Low.

I stayed quiet enuf, so Alice didn’t hear, but the doctor could still hear.

He glanced at me, and our eyes met for a brief second when Alice called out again “They said on the news they'd found a body.”

The doctor then picked up a envelop and raid out loud “Alice Tyler.”

Then he walked over to a mirror and acted like he does when he regenerates.

“Ah, could've been worse. Look at the ears.” He said mostly to himself.

“All the same, he was nice. Nice bloke.” Alice called once again.

The doctor picked up a deck of cards but be for he can try and shuffle them; I grab them from him and shake my head and whisper “you’ll make a mess. And yes, I know that.”

He looked curios and whispered back “the show.”

I nodded my head as Alice called out again. “Anyway, if we are going to go to the police, I want to know what I'm saying.”

I then move the coffee table to the side of the room, which piqued the interest of the doctor and he whispered, “what are you doing.”

“preventing a mess that me and Alice will have to explain to Jackie.” I replied.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and was going to say something, but the cat flap made a noise.

We both look in the direction of the noise, but I couldn’t remember what it was so when the doctor looked at me to know what it was, I shrugged.

“What's that, then? You got a cat?” the doctor called out to Alice and walked to the couch to look.

“no” Alice called back, as the auton arm grabbed the doctor by the throat and fall into a chair.

My eyes went wide and I rushed to him, to help but it was stronger then the both of us.

“We did have, but now they're just strays. They come in off the estate.” Alice said and came out of the kitchen with the coffee for her and the doctor. When she noticed I moved the coffee table.

She was confused about it but didn’t say anything instead said “I told Mickey to chuck that out. Anyway, I don't even know your name. Doctor, what was it?”

Just as she put the coffee’s down, I finally got it off the doctor, only for it to latch on to Alice’s face.

The doctor and I try and pull it off only for the doctor an Alice to fall back to where the coffee table use to be, as I jumped out of the way in time so I didn’t fall with them.

Alice got up and on to the couch, as the doctor kept pulling at it I reached in to his pocket and grabbed the sonic and said “I’ll get it off you fined the kill signal.”

He grabbed the sonic as I got it off Alice. Only for it to push me to the ground and try and grab my face.

At this point the doctor found the kill signal.

The arm went limp and left Alice and me panting slightly.

“It's all right, I've stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.” The doctor joked and tossed the arm to Alice.

“Do you think?” Alice said, then hit him in the arm with it.

“ow.” He then rubbed his arm as he got up and walked off with rose following.

I on the other hand moved the coffee table back and made excuse for Alice suddenly and to tell rose I went home.

then I left the flat. I knew that there was no point to going after them.

So I made my whey home.

-some time later-

I was in my living room when Alice texted me to meat up for pizza. And I instantly remembered what happens and I decided I had to go.

I grabbed my bag, scarf and helmet and left.

-some time later-

When I arrived, I pulled up in the alleyway the Tardis hadn’t parked in yet.

I decided to wait for the doctor and texted Alice that traffic is bad, so she won’t get worried.

While waiting I played a song called Nice2KnoU by All Time Low and sang to it.

 We always say that we’ll keep in touch,

Nobody does but it don’t matter much,

One last call at the corner store,

The night’s on ice if we don’t score,

One more time for second chances,

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday,

Call out the names that you used to know,

Singing along in broken stereo,

Crossfire that ya can’t ignore,

I know I’m not around much anymore, anymore

One more time for second chances,

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday

One last time for old time’s sake,

One more bend before we break,

One more time as if we planned it

We just want to do some damage,

So long,

So nice to know ya, nice to know ya

I’m sorry to say,

We can’t go back to yesterday,

This night is far from over, far from over

Let’s get carried away,

Can’t go back to yesterday,

One last time for old time’s sake,

One more bend before we break

The one thing I didn’t notice was the Tardis materialise behind me again have way through the song, so I didn’t notice the doctor listening to me sing.

“blimey you can sing. Wasn’t expecting that.” A voice said from behind me making me jump and spin round to see the doctor leaning on the Tardis.

My face flushed instantly, and I asked, “how long have you been standing there.”

“long enuf… so you coming or staying out here.” He asked.

“coming.” I said and walked in with him.

We spotted Alice and fake micky, and I sore a waiter offering people champagne and I grab a bottle and hand it to the doctor.

“what do we need champagne for.” He asked

“that’s not micky it’s an auton. And only one of us got invited. Wait here I want to get Alice away from it” I said. And he nodded.

I made my way to the table and said, “sorry I’m lait traffic was crazy.”

“that’s alright val.” Alice said oblivious to micky’s skin and creepy grin. “anyway, Do you think I should try the hospital? Suki said they had jobs going in the canteen. Is that it then, dishing out chips. I could do A Levels. I don't know. It's all Jimmy Stone's fault. I only left school because of him. Look where he ended up. What do you think?”

“So, where did you meet this Doctor?” fake micky asked.

“I'm sorry, wasn't I talking about me for a second?” Alice said.

“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?” fake micky asked.

“mic I think the shop is the last thing al want to talk about.” I said and only got a glare as a response.

“no” Alice said to stop micky from glaring at me.

“come on” fake micky pressed.

“Sort of.” Alice said.

“What was he doing there?” fake micky pressed again.

“'m not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I'm not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don't think it's safe. I think he's dangerous.” Alice said clearly wanting to drop the conversation.

“But you can trust me, sweetheart. Babe, (deep) sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he's planning, and I can help you, Alice. Because that's all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” fake micky pressed.

I noticed the doctor out of the corner of my eye. I put my hands in my lap and lean back in my chair so the doctor could see me signalling him to come over.

“What're you doing that for?” Alice asked confused.

When the doctor got to the table I glanced up at him and he said “Your champagne.”

“We didn't order any champagne.” Fake micky dismissed him and pressed on “Where's the Doctor?” “Madam, your champagne.” He offered Alice to try and get her attention.

“It's not ours.” She dismissed him as well. “Mickey, what is it? What's wrong?”

“I need to find out how much you know, so where is he?” fake micky said.

“Doesn't anybody want this champagne?” the doctor slightly whined.

“Look, we didn't order it.” fake micky finally looked up and sore the doctor. “Ah. Gotcha.”

I shot up and puled Alice behind me and the doctor, who started shaking the bottle of champion.

“Don't mind me. I'm just toasting a happy group of friends. On the house!” the doctor exclaimed before releasing the cork, which flow into fake micky’s forehead.

After a moment fake micky spat it out and said “Anyway”

Fake micky stood up and turned his hand into a paddle, he smashed it into the table and the doctor lunges at him and pulls off his head.

“Don't think that's going to stop me.” Fake micky say’s and a man screams.

Fake micky’s body stood and my body reacts. I set of the fire alarm and yelled “Everyone out! Out now!”

Every one ran out the front door as the doctor, me and Alice, ran out the back.

The doctor sonic’ed the door and said to me “you might want to bring your bike along.”

I walked to my bike and walked it into the Tardis all the while Alice protested to going inside.

“You can't hide inside a wooden box. It's going to get us! Doctor! Valerie!” she protested.

“Alice it will make sense if you come on.” I said before walking inside.

The doctor was setting up the head and I leave my bike out of the way.

Alice burst through the doors and out again.

I sighed and said, “it’s not going to be culture shock.”

The doctor glances up at me and back to what he was doing, before he could ask what I meant Alice burst in again.

“It's going to follow us!” Alice said.

“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through that door and believe me.” I said instead of the doctor.

“You see, the arm was too simple, but the head's perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right. Where do you want to start?” the doctor said

“Er, the inside's bigger than the outside?” Alice said

“Yes.” The doctor replies

“It's alien.”

“Yeah”

“are you alien”

“yeah”

“yes, is that all right”

“yeah”

“it's called the Tardis, this thing. T A R D I S. That's Time and Relative Dimension in Space.” I informed her.

The doctor looked at me curiously, but I ignored him.

“and you are you alien. because you seem to know a lot.”

“no… not exactly. I’m from a parallel universe.” I explained to Alice, who then started crying. I walk over to her and comfort her.

“That's okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.” The doctor said. And I rolled my eyes.

“Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?” she asked, and before I can tell her ‘no’ the doctor interrupted me.

“Oh. I didn't think of that.”

“He's my boyfriend. You pulled off his head. They copied him and you didn't even think? And now you're just going to let him melt?”

“Melt?” the doctor echoed and turned around to see the head melting. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no!”

He ran around the consol as he flipped levers and pressed buttons.

“What're you doing?” Alice asked

“Following the signal. It's fading. Wait a minute, I've got it. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Almost there. Almost there. Here we go!” the Tardis lands and the doctor rushes out.

I follow as Alice calls out “You can't go out there. It's not safe.”

“I lost the signal, I got so close.” The doctor said

“We've moved. Does it fly?”

“Disappears there and reappears here.” I replied, stealing the doctor’s line again.

“If we're somewhere else, what about that headless thing? It's still on the loose.” Alice said.

“It melted with the head. Are you going to witter on all night?” the doctor said before I could reply

“I'll have to tell his mother.” She said and I just sighed knowing there was no stopping the argument now.

The doctor gave a curios look and Alice got angry and said “Mickey. I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him, again! You were right, you are alien.”

“Look, if I did forget some kid called Mickey” the doctor exclaimed.

“Yeah, he's not a kid.”

“ It's because I'm trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, all right?”

“no”

I decided to cut in and said “Alice maybe you should go home. Don’t worry about micky his alive I’ll go with the doctor and get him back, but I think it would be safer for you to go home.”

She was surprised and nodded, she hugged me and said, “thank you you’re a good friend.”

I hugged back, we pull apart and she runs back to her flat.

I tern to see the doctor pondering by the railing.

“so, exactly what are we looking for.” I said

“I thought you had foreknowledge.” He asked.

“yes, but I’m not aloud to tell you remember. So, I’m following the script. So, go with it.”

“Like a transmitter. Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London.” He say’s walking in front of the London eye, and I couldn’t help but smugly grin at him. “A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing. Must be completely invisible.” He then noticed me grinning and asked “what”

I gesture to behind him with my head and he turned to see what he thought was nothing and asked again. “What is it”

I made the same gesture and he turned round again still not seeing it.

I sighed and echoed his words from before “A huge circular metal structure like a dish, like a wheel. Radial. Close to where we're standing” I move to his side and said in a sing song voice “like the London eye.”

The doctor looked at me and then the London eye, and back to me.

“Oh.” He glanced at the London eye again and back to me “Fantastic!”

He grabbed my hand and we ran to the London eye.

When we arrived, he said “Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables”

I couldn’t stop myself from saying “The breast implants.”

“Still, we've found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath.”

I ran to a ledge and see the manhole and said, “What about down here?”

The doctor looked over and sees the manhole and said, “Looks good to me.”

We ran down to the manhole and went down. The doctor helped me off the ladder and we walk into a room and see it in the vat.

“The Nestene Consciousness. That's it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature.” The doctor said.

“ok, so you going to talk with it or not.” I asked.

“I've got to give it a chance.” He said and I smile.

“don’t you always.” He returned the smile and walked up to the railing with a serious expression.

“I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation.” He said It made some gurgling noises. “Thank you. If I might have permission to approach?” he asked, and it made more gurgling noises.

We approach an I spot micky, I crouch down in front of him and said “Mickey, it's me It's okay. It's all right.”

“That thing down there, the liquid. val, it can talk!” he exclaimed.

“mic it’s all going to be ok. Just calm down and take deep breaths, can you do that for me.” I tell him and he complies.

“your good at that.” The doctor said heading down to the Nestene Consciousness.

“I had a little brother… he’d be 11 now.” I said, my chest started tightening but I shook it off. And focused on keeping micky calm.

“Am I addressing the Consciousness? Thank you. If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilisation by means of warp shunt technology. So, may I suggest, with the greatest respect, that you shunt off?” the doctor said. And it made more noises.

“Oh, don't give me that. It's an invasion, plain and simple. Don't talk about constitutional rights. I am talking! This planet is just starting. These stupid little people have only just learnt how to walk, but they're capable of so much more. I'm asking you on their behalf. Please, just go.” He started pleading. And to autons came out from behind.

“behind you.” I cried out but the autons still got to him. One restrained his arms and the other pulled out the Anti-plastic.

the Nestene Consciousness started to have an argument with the doctor.

“That was just insurance, I wasn't going to use it. I was not attacking you. I'm here to help. I'm not your enemy. I swear, I'm not… What do you mean?”

Suddenly a door open to reveal the Tardis.

“No. Oh, no. Honestly, no. Yes, that's my ship. That's not true. I should know, I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn't my fault. I couldn't save your world! I couldn't save any of them!” the doctor tried to reason with it but it wouldn’t listen.

“It's going to the final phase. It's starting the invasion! Get out, Valeri! Just leg it now!” he cried.

I could see some strange blue lightning launch out and the doctor exclaimed “It's the activation signal. It's transmitting! Get out, Valeri! Just get out! Run!”

Suddenly the stairs collapsed, and I pulled micky to the Tardis.

“We're going to die!” micky cried.

I started forming a plan looking for everything I needed and then I heard the doctor cry out “No!”

“Time Lord” the Nestene Consciousness exclaimed.

I went to put my plan in to motion, when micky grabbed my arm. And cried “Just leave him! There's nothing you can do!”

I pulled micky off and grabbed the axe. I broke the change and swung across. “Valerie!” the doctor yelled.

I managed to knock off the autons with the Anti-plastic into the vat and the doctor through the other in.

The doctor grabbed me and helped me down on my feet. We looked down at the Nestene Consciousness. The doctor and me share a look, the doctor and I both say in unison, “Now we're in trouble.”

We ran back to the Tardis and the doctor, micky and I went in the doctor dematerialised the Tardis and landed it in an alleyway.

Micky ran out of the Tardis, I followed to try and calm him down.

I crouched down next to micky and said, “its ok now just take deep breaths.”

“Nestene Consciousness? Easy.” The doctor boasted.

“say’s the man who would be dead if it wasn't for me” I said getting up and facing him.

“Yes, I would. Thank you. Right then, I'll be off, unless, er, I don't know, you could come with me. This box isn't just a London hopper, you know. It goes anywhere in the universe free of charge.” He offered and I was surprised.

“Don't. He's an alien. He's a thing.” Micky cried.

“He's not invited. What do you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go anywhere.”

“are you shore… I mean I know your future. And I know that you don’t like or trust people who know your future.”

“yes, but after everything I’ve seen you do. I know you’re a trustworthy person. So, you coming or what.”

“you can’t, what about Alice and Jackie.” Micky tried to convince me to stay.

I crouch down to eye level and said “mic they never needed me, and this is a once in a life time opportunity. Can I trust you to give Alice this for me?” I handed him an envelope and walked to the Tardis.

But little did I know this was the beginning of a new chapter and it was going to be one hell of a ride.

-end of chapter 2-

-chapter 3 the end of the world: the new chapter begins.

[njawaidofficial]

'War for the Planet of the Apes' Easter Eggs: Nod to the Original You Missed

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'War for the Planet of the Apes' Easter Eggs: Nod to the Original You Missed

The ultimate entry in the new trilogy is really a launching point for the original film.

[Warning: This story contains spoilers for War for the Planet of the Apes]

War for the Planet of the Apes is here to wrap up the trilogy started in 2011’s Rise of the Planet of the Apes, but in many ways the latest entry in the decades-old franchise is really a setup for the 1968 original.

Loaded with Easter eggs and references to other installments in the series, War carries on the story of Caesar (Andy Serkis), the hyper-intelligent chimpanzee who went from James Franco’s pet project in Rise to a leader in 2014’s Dawn of the Planet of the Apes to his final turn as mythic figure in War.

While the timelines for the original film and the rebooted trilogy don’t add up (Charlton Heston’s Apes films take place in the far future), there are notable hints, nods and references in this year’s War. In a recent interview with Yahoo! Movies, director Matt Reeves addressed the convoluted timeline.

“Caesar’s apes are not like those apes [in the ’68 movie] and Nova is a nod towards that. None of which is to say there’s nothing literal about the connection, that’s more of a trajectory,” Reeves said. “That [trajectory] changed in Rise of the Planet of the Apes. It’s clear in the original [1968] story when Taylor comes to this planet, he doesn’t think it’s planet Earth, and then he realises it is, that’s the big twist of the movie. You realise that evolution – 5000 years of evolution – after the humans have destroyed themselves, have allowed the apes to take over the planet. That’s accelerated and changed dramatically through the ALZ-113 in Rise, so they’ll never meet up, but what it does is it tells the end of the story in a way that is taking all of these stories and removing the question of ‘what happened?’ and instead focussing it on the ‘how?’ So this ends up getting to be a blockbuster that’s all about character and all about the sort of thematic, of us holding the mirror up to ourselves.”

With that out of the way, here’s a look at some of the best nods in War to the original film.

Serkis’ Caesar, the hero of this new trilogy, is in fact not the first ape named after a famous Roman leader in the series. That distinction belongs to his ancestor (possibly grandson depending on the timeline?), who made his first appearance in 1971’s Escape from the Planet of the Apes, the third entry in the franchise — though his original name was Milo. Milo, who changed his name to Caesar later in life, is the son of Cornelius, the same name of Caesar’s infant son who makes a brief appearance in War. Cornelius, as fans of the ’60s original will remember, goes on to become an archeological scientist and is one of the main ape protagonists who, along with his wife Zira, helps Heston’s Taylor escape from confinement. 

Taylor’s mute female (and human) companion also (possibly) makes an appearance in War. The young girl discovered by Caesar, Maurice (the orangutan played by Karin Konoval) and Luca (the gorilla played by Michael Adamthwaite) has already succumbed to the new virus that reduces human beings speaking ability to animal grunting, but with the help of her newfound ape guardians, the audience discovers she still retains much of her humanity and ethos. In one of the film’s more touching moments, the young girl asks Maurice if she, too, is an ape. At a loss for “words” (he can’t speak, only signs) Maurice produces the insignia from a Chevy Nova that was found earlier in the film at Bad Ape’s (Steve Zahn) hideout. “You are Nova,” Maurice signs to the bright-eyed youth, the very name of Taylor’s mute compatriot in the not-so-distant future.

Also worth noting is Maurice’s genus. He’s an orangutan, just like Dr. Zaius, the main antagonist from the original film. (He was played by Maurice Evans, whom the orangutan in the reboot was named for). The two characters share more similarities than just their orange fur, as Zaius is an extremely influential leader in his time, much like Maurice. Does this imply a familial connection between the two characters? Hard to say, but orangutans are one of the more rare species in the films. Whatever connection they may share, Dr. Zaius’ violent religious zealotry is a far cry from Maurice’s soft compassion for humans.

One other tidbit that may be familiar to Apes franchise fans is Bad Ape’s choice of attire. Notably, he is the only ape who wears clothing in the new film—even the mutinous “donkeys” that serve Woody Harrelson’s Colonel do not wear the clothing of their human counterparts. Bad Ape, however, has an eye for fashion in the style of blue, down-filled vests. Once again, this seemingly minor detail has larger implications, as that particular stylistic choice proves quite popular for the hyper-evolved apes of the near future.

War for the Planet of the Apes

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