#hell even the plane crash of season 1

[estheticpotaeto]

I think the reason a lot of people say the season 7 and 8 opening disasters came very close to being their favorites, but still never beat the tsunami, is because the Tsunami was inherently very grounded and very realistic. Like it had all the classic drama elements but at the end of the day it was a natural disaster, the horror of having been at the wrong place at the wrong time, of trying your best to do your job and save people but being faced with the destruction of nature, about thinking that at least your family, your son, your brother is safe and away from it (only to find out they weren't, that they were in more danger than you could have ever imagined).

The entirety of that arc had me hooked from start to finish, I watched it over and over again, and it never stops putting me on the edge of my seat.

Meanwhile I was rolling my eyes at a cop flying a plane, her firefighter husband stealing a fake fire engine and clearing the highway so she can land it , then running away to solve a crime where her husband is saved from a bullet by the perp she was traveling. Like okay. It's all fun and drama but it's also unrealistic as fuck and it'll never have the emotional resonance of the tsunami

[butterbabyflapjack]

✧˖° Brian Moser x serial killer fem!reader

✧˖° summary:

The Ice Truck Killer’s back in town, and somehow he's stuck babysitting you; Miami's newest would-be killer.

Helping you out wasn't at all his original intention–he'd rather see you dead, you know far too much–but he supposes he could spare an evening to undomesticate that hungry beast inside you. Show you how to really live your life.

In which Brian helps you kill someone who utterly deserves it, and the kill room turns into a horny sex-fueled bloodbath.

✧˖° wordcount: 5k

✧˖° chapters: one, two, three

✧˖° ao3

✧˖° warnings: serial killer fem!reader, reader insert, explicit sexual content, rough sex, passionate sex, fucking in a kill room, dark romance, dark comedy, canon typical depictions of blood and gore, enthusiastic consent, mutual pining, impact play, playing with your food, serial killers in love, banter, dirty talk, voice kink, trauma bonding, babysitting a serial killer, implied sexual abuse of a child (you're killing this mf don’t worry), torture (you’re torturing this mf don’t worry), Brian is his own warning, enemies to lovers, biting, daddy issues?, blood play, a bit of angst a dash of bloodlust & a heavy splash of spice, Brian loves to fluster you and he won't shut the hell up going about it, Brian survives season 1 in this house

✧˖° author's note:

This is ridiculous, horny, bloody, silly and dark (in essence, a very dark romantic comedy), so please heed the tags!

Starts after season 1, but with Brian escaping. Sorry if there’s any rough spots, I kinda rushed editing this.

ch.1 is from Brian’s POV, and the rest of the story is from yours. And there aren't nearly enough problematic female characters in the world so I'm making you one 😃

Hello again, Miami. 

Didn’t think I’d see you again this soon.

What’s it been? Eight months? Since I was your most highly sought after criminal?

Guess I just couldn’t stay away.

Time flies when you’re laying low.

Guess I just missed you.

But really, my reason for coming back to dear old Miami–my home, both my real and spiritual birthplace–has a name, a life, and a face. Your name, if you’re really so curious. Your life. Your face. And I intend to leave what remains of all three of those things behind to the hungry bellies of gators before once more absconding stage left. 

But why, you might ask? Why do I want to kill you? Horrified, scandalized, even. For what reason had you to die by my skillful hand? And the answer to that is simple: death doesn’t need a reason. Death simply is, and I simply enjoy it. 

Though…

Regardless of that irrefutable fact…

I’ll admit. 

This particular death–your death–has a slightly more personal reason. And that reason, or at least its causation, was currently chit-chatting with me on the phone.

“Your plane lands at eight?” Dexter asked, and I didn’t waste time with a nod when he wouldn’t see it. Simply staring out across the coast of Costa Rica, the sunset reflected within the dark shadow of my gaze.

Costa Rica… and I’d really wanted to retire somewhere cold.

Not that this was retirement.

It was more of an… unplanned, involuntary vacation. Just until the heat from the feds cooled down.

Then again, I wasn’t waiting for the temp to drop before planning this little excursion back to Miami. But you’d sorta forced my hand in that regard, now hadn’t you?

“Hope you don’t mind if I crash on the couch,” I said, good-natured, and I knew he wouldn’t object. My brother couldn’t feel much–much more than myself–but I sensed a sort of guilt in him for how he’d previously driven me off those eight months ago. Choosing a fake sibling over a real one, one who actually knew who he was… I’d say the guilt had good cause.

I could hear him at his quaint living room/office combo’s computer, typing away at something. Perpetually Distracted Dexter.

“Yeah–yeah, that’d be great,” he said. 

I exhaled a little sigh whilst listening to the soft waves roll in beside me. “Why do I feel there’s a but coming?”

“No buts,” said Dexter. “I just, uh…” He seemed distracted, but not by whatever he typed. “I’ll just have a friend over tomorrow. She’ll probably be here when you arrive.”

Ah.

The friend.

The one I’d been silently wishing Dex would just kill himself. Grow suddenly bored of you.

Wishful thinking.

He seemed quite fond. 

He wouldn’t shut up about you. Always and forever droning on.

It wasn’t romantic, this interest, or so I’d come to suspect over all these past droning months. I didn’t exactly ask about that, though, half because I really didn’t care and half because of how much the subject of you annoyed me, raised over and over again and ugh, just give it a rest already. 

Dex shouldn’t have ‘friends’. The mere concept a fairytale, a mask to people like us. It should be just he and I, two hunters against the world, hunting whomever we like.

“Ah,” I voiced aloud, with the sugar-flaked pleasantry of someone who wasn’t at all picturing severing your aorta with an icepick. “Your little friend will be there to greet me. How nice.”

Dexter must have misread the edge of sarcasm as some sort of concern. “She already knows you’re coming. Don’t worry, she can be trusted.”

Just more proof that my do-good, misguided brother is far too trusting.

“Well,” I said, as though accepting this point as fact. You really can be trusted with my and my brother's secrets–such relief! “I look forward to finally meeting her.” And carving and slicing and dicing her.

I must have forgotten to include that last part out loud, and thus Dexter had no objection–even sounding strangely relieved by my show of good faith in at long last having this introduction.

“See you tomorrow night,” he said, and my lips formed a little smile–instinctual, without any warmth.

“See you then,” I said, then hung up.

And now; here I am. Back in the ever-enchanting sunshine state. My former playground of frozen, meticulously broken toys, and it feels much more like home to be back than I even expected, with just the small matter of ridding you from these sentimental, familial walls.

Walking the concrete pathway to Dex’s Palm Terrace place was nearly surreal, assaulting the walls of my person with waves of distant memories. I’d broken into his beachfront apartment so many times before. Snooping around, getting to know him. Leaving gifts tied up with little red bows. I was basically murderous Saint Claus.

I had only one bag, having traveled here light–a black leather crossbody, which I thumbed the broad strap of whilst knocking with mild knuckles against the door.

Silence. Then, footsteps. Then–

Dexter throws open the door, a smile formed ear to ear like a big, goofy animal. 

“Brian,” he says, and somehow it melts me. Chips slightly away at all that frigid, cold frost round my cruel, vacant heart. And his eyes dip over the state of me. The longer hair, dark curls well past my ears, now; just long enough to tuck back but not long enough to stay there. The dark scruff which coats my angled jawline in the absence of shaving for so long.

“Dig the beard,” Dexter says. “Quite the disguise. Bet the ladies love it.”

I smile at the compliment, though if he'd hated the look I'd feel much the same. “One does what one has to to effectively blend,” I return. And it’s hard not to feel somewhat warm, somewhat seen, understood, by my brother before me. The only person in this world who accepts who I am.

Well, not wholly.

Thanks for nothing, Debra.

Still. Since the death of our mother, Dex is the only place I’ve ever belonged, and seeing him now I’m abruptly struck with just how long it’s been.

I don’t wait for him to welcome me in–he’s probably too cordially stunted to properly welcome me, anyway. I just step right up and throw both my arms around him, my baby brother, my other half; cuffing him firmly on the back as I breathe him in.

“It’s been too long,” I say, holding him there for a moment, before pulling back.

Dexter’s expression is torn into a million indecipherable things, but amongst them is his affection for me. The brother who’ll always see him for who he really is. Who truly fathoms that insatiable beast inside him.

The bliss of our reunion’s forced to end, however, because this house has a rat problem. And as I hear a small, feminine throat being cleared from the fluorescent-lit depths behind my brother, my curiosity gets the better of me.

Time to finally put a face to the name I’ve been loathing for weeks.

And there you are. Standing before a metal-limbed armchair nuzzled inside the living room, like you’d sat there then stiffly stood up; uprooted at the sound of my knocking. Frozen, now; lingering. Like you’re caught in a trap you don’t know your way out of. Hands fidgeting as they twist at the hem of your shirt. 

It’s like you know you don’t belong here–that this moment is Dexter’s and mine–and for the cleverness of that, at least, I must inwardly applaud you. Though that’s decidedly where all my praise ends.

This is one of those social situations I’ve learned so well to navigate through life in the foster system, masking my aberrance. Awkwardness. Other people’s–not mine. And though I could so effortlessly put you at ease as you stand there fidgeting, I find it more entertaining to draw that part out. For a while, at least.

I must admit, I hadn’t pictured you at all in my head. What you’d look like. Not as anything more than an aggravating, compromising blip I’d soon snuff out the threat of. But if I had pictured you, I wouldn’t have imagined you looking, so…

…Well.

You’re not…

Unnatractive. 

I feel one dark brow slowly raising.

And you’re only a friend…?

Whatever must poor Rita think? Seeing the two of you together?

Dexter. You dog.

My eyes trace your expression as you awkwardly hover there in the length of my speculative pause. Myself perfectly content to allow you to hang there in a noose of discomfort all night, and then some. Though eventually I know one of us will have to say something.

This is our fated and much anticipated formal introduction, after all.

So at what feels like long last, I throw you the lifeline that is my smarmiest smile. Knowing full well you won’t know it’s not real. No one but Dex ever does.

“And you must be the friend I’ve heard so much about,” I greet you pleasantly, my deep voice threaded with warmth. Though, peculiarly, that unsure tension in you remains stubbornly in place. Seems if anything only to grow, despite my intent to disarm it. 

Huh.

Oh well–it doesn’t deter me. Killing you will be so much easier if you don’t see it coming, so I’m keen on you liking me, letting your guard down. Thus, I graciously continue:

“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to finally having you right in front of me.”

Maybe a bit of truth will lube you up. And I watch as your lower lip’s sucked in between your teeth for just a moment whilst you eye me; the motion drawing my studious gaze like a shark’s to blood. 

“And why is that?” you ask, which admittedly I wasn’t expecting. Such a nervous mouse, yet you’d put me on the spot.

I can’t place your nerves. I’m perfectly charming. And yes, you’re aware I’m the notorious Ice Truck Killer, but I’m not sure why that would be alarming. Not with the company you keep; namely, my murderous brother. So it must be something else.

And I so hate not knowing things.

“So I can be introduced to you in person, of course,” I say, like it’s obvious, and it should be. Striding in past Dexter as he steps aside to allow me in, shutting and latching the door behind us all; a roomful of killers, or so I’ve been told.

Our eyes never stray in my steady approach; not yours, not mine. My height soon towering over yours, which isn’t unusual for me when meeting new people, nor when standing near almost anyone. Offering my hand and a smile I’ve been told is quite dashing. “Dex has had such wonderful things to say about you.” And I’m sure he has, I just couldn’t be bothered to remember any of them.

My smile could melt steel as if it was butter.

“I’m Brian.”

I won’t lie, I expected you to crumble. Most women love this move. The confidence, the approachable self-assurance. But you eye my outstretched hand as though I might pull you into the fires of hell with me were you to take it, before craning your neck to meet my gaze once more.

“Charmed,” is all you say; unmoving.

Something about that irks a small ripple up my nape, but I just allow my hand to drop graciously back to my side. All practiced, svelte charm still in place. It’d take a lot more than that to dischevel me.

“So,” I say, by all appearance unconcerned by the lack of civility in my brother’s ill choice of friends. “It almost feels like I already know you, what with the way Dexter’s gone on and on.”

Your gaze steals over to Dexter, hovering there in the distance behind us, before you smile up at me again in a way which feels forced. And I suppose you’re not the talkative sort, though why you keep glancing at Dexter as if waiting for something from him, as if he’ll swoop in and save you, I’m uncertain about.

In due time I’ll figure it out.

“But there’s still one thing I’m curious about,” I say, turning to make myself comfortable. It has been a long trip to get here, after all. 

I plop down like a wolf amongst sheep atop Dexter’s hideous couch, legs spread like I own the damn food chain. One arm draped out along the length of its backrest as I eye you somewhat expectantly, still rigid in how you stand. Imagining what you might look like strung upside down by your ankles with a lengthy strap of duct tape kissing those soft lips, holding them shut for me. 

The shadows beneath my eyes pinch.

It’s a lovely image.

Maybe you’ll see for yourself.

“And what’s that?” Dexter asks–bravo, Dexter–at least one of you’s courteous enough to ask. And I tilt my darkly curled head at him.

“How exactly did the two of you get to know one another?” I ask. Watching him. Eying you. Hoping my focus might rattle you–just a little. “I’m sure it’s an interesting tale.”

“I’ve already told you,” Dexter says, and he probably has, at least in his unabbreviated sense. “We work together at the precinct.” He dons his playful tone I often find so silly but right now I find I detest. “The lab geek and the cop~”

“Right. But that’s not what I mean,” I slice into his futile comedy routine, “What I mean, is: how did our friend here come to know you’re one of Miami’s most heinous, uncaught serial killers?”  

The other, of course, being myself; excepting the whole uncaught thing.

Dex is lucky I’m so forgiving.

I put it forth bluntly, with little room for either one of you to wiggle out of answering. And though my radiance of charisma remains, my intensity’s keen. ‘Cause I must admit; now that I’m here, I’m curious about you. Especially when you seem like such a rabbit in a household of jackals. Weren’t you supposed to be some like-minded killer or something? Perhaps I should have paid closer attention whenever the unwanted topic of you had come up in mine and Dexter’s conversations, instead of bitterly tuning you out. 

Strangely, Dexter doesn’t seem to know what to say, and neither do you. Like the story’s too long, too elaborate. As though there's pieces the two of you’d rather omit. 

Fascinating.

“She helped me out,” Dex says at last; monotonously shallow, like the words aren’t even his, like he's rehearsed this. “In a time of need.”

I quirk a subtly mocking brow at him from where I’m idly lounged on the couch. 

“Why do you sound like a generic thankyou card?” Why, indeed. “C’mon, baby brother–I want specifics. You can tell me.” My dusky gaze passes from him to his lovely, curious friend, hovered opposite the ugly coffee table before me. “We’re all friends here, right?”

It would seem that my smile unnerves you. Which might be annoying if it wasn’t so entertaining a thing to see.

Dexter sighs before trying a more human answer, leaning one bulky shoulder against his white, open-backed bookcase that separates his living room from the office attached. 

This whole effectively communicating thing is hard for him.

“It was sort of an accident,” he says, like that’s far more telling. The lacking details seeming to spur you to chime in. 

“It was really just me being in the wrong place at the right time,” you elaborate, with the passive front of one pretending the ice they walk on won’t at any moment begin to splinter. Folding your arms against that pensive look I toss you, which I tilt my head in silent question of. Why so nervous? I’m far from daunting, aren’t I? 

“I was called to check out an anonymous tip,” you continue, averting your gaze from me far more often than one normally does. “Some sort of suspicious activity at an abandoned storage shed near Palmetto. Myself and my parter.” 

You glance at Dex, as if he might continue the tale for you, might rescue you from this, but when he merely quirks a little smile with a similar shrug, you’re forced into proceeding.

“It was supposedly related to a case–which it wasn’t, not that that matters, but…” You let out a breath. Seeming to steady yourself, the recollection, though for all your nervous fidgeting your tone is surprisingly calm. “I walked into the storage shed, it was unlocked, and… And I saw Dexter. Sawing someone’s arm off. Someone who was strapped down to a table in a plastic fucking tutu.” 

You glance at Dex, as he detachedly watches you. 

“Someone I knew from a previous case,” you continue. “Someone who deserved whatever it was Dexter was doing, and much more than that, too. Which is exactly when I shut that fucking door and assured my partner there was nothing to see here, and we left. Left Dexter to do what he does, undisturbed.”

That’s the end of your story, and I picture the scene, all while some predatorily protective part of me insists on clarifying, “So… That’s it? You saw my brother chopping a man into pieces, and were immediately okay with it? Go Team Dexter? Just like that?”

I try very little to hide my disbelief, ‘cause I don’t buy it. In my experience with cops, and I’ve had plenty, you all tend to be such sticklers when it comes to casual bloodshed and carnage. What’s more, your uptick in nerves isn’t exactly selling me.

My lashes lower in my deliberate examination of you. “Why’d you really not turn my dear brother in?”

In lieu of answering, you once more eye Dex, and that look between you says something.

“It’s complicated,” you say at last. Like you’re waiting for Dexter to speak, but he’d rather wait on you.

The pair of you. Really. You’re like a couple of tongue-tied, helpless kittens. Must I string this conversation on for you?

“Enlighten me,” I say, with something of an edge.

Perhaps I should’ve kept the disarmingly fake smile, because if anything you thrust your guard up.

“Look, I don’t owe you a full explanation of what Dexter and I have been through, okay?”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” I viperously put forth, my pretense of pleasantry slipping. “Seeing as how you know so much about myself. And all without my express knowledge or permission.”

An impermanent issue. One I won't leave Miami without personally seeing resolved. You know far too much–you’re an issue. For Dexter’s sake and for mine, we must unfortunately bid you bon voyage.

“I’d say it’s only fair I know a little more about you,” I continue, cordiality slipped back in place. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The delicate line of your jaw tautens, eyes wavered with wariness and doubt. Refusing to spit out any more, though the longer you’re subject to my critical appraisal, the more the twine of your stubbornness unwinds.

“I… I need someone dead,” you admit at last.

Ah.

There it is.

“And, after seeing Dexter doing… what he does…” You bite your lower lip, as though struggling to recollect straying thoughts. “I need his help. I need his help to kill someone.”

I take my time mulling about your words. Piecing together the part you still aren't saying.

“So… You won’t turn Dexter in, so long as he helps you kill someone. Did I get that right?” 

You bite down harsher–immediately shake your head. “No, it’s–it’s more complicated than that!” 

But by now I’m barely listening. Turning instead to lift a wry brow at my brother, who’s watching this whole fiasco with a can-I-please-leave-yet look plastered upon his face.

“This is the friend you’ve been telling me about?” I wonder vaguely. “The cop who’s blackmailing you into helping her kill someone?”

“I’m a detective,” you cut in, like that matters, like I care, and I feel my eyes already rolling.

“Detective,” I sarcastically amend, with a scathing glance at you. “So sorry to offend, Detective Whoever-You-Are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m talking to my brother.”

When you mutter back your name under your breath, I make a show of ignoring it.

“So, what?” I instead ask my foolish, good-hearted kin. “You’re actually going to help her kill someone?” 

His lack of answer’s enough. And at his arms-folded silence, I ruminatively tut my tongue.

“Doesn’t seem like you, Dex… Not the edict-ruled brother I know.” I try not to let my tone grow too ingratiating whilst goading, “What about your beloved code?” 

Dexter exhales a stiff breath. Putting forth, “It’s more than that.”

“More?”

“Like she said, it’s complicated.”

“Has the word ‘complicated’ been redefined as ‘indescribably moronic and impossible to explain’ sometime in the last fifteen seconds?” I return, incredulously flat. Eying their strange and stilted silence with dwindling patience. “What aren’t the two of you telling me…?”

You’re biting your lip like you’re biting back words, and I watch, waiting, biding my time for those bit-back words to get the better of you–though surprisingly, it’s Dexter who breaks first. 

“It’s nothing about that, it’s…” He rubs the back of his sand-colored head, roughing his hair up with tense distraction. “Well, it is about that, in a sense. I didn’t know how to bring this up. I just… I have to leave town for the weekend,” he finally gets out. “First thing tomorrow morning, I’m headed out.”

I’m too nonplussed to hide the creeping edge of my bemusement.

That’s what he’s been having trouble saying?

He drops this like it’ll land like a bombshell on our entire reunion, before rushing at whatever my bland expression, “It’s just for a few days. I’ll be back Monday bright and early.”

To be honest, I’m mostly confused about why this seemed so hard for either one of you bumbling idiots to tell me. Or why you’re bumbling about it at all. Why should I care if he’ll be gone for forty-eight more measly hours after we've been separated for almost a year? And for many, many years before that? Does he actually expect me to mourn him till Monday?

“Big plans with the family?” I venture coolly, and Dexter’s broad shoulders bunch into a shrug, as though he’s cornered and a shrug is all that might save him.

“It’s a whole thing,” he explains. “Cody has a scouting trip, then Rita wanted to make a whole weekend out of it with the grandparents–I’ll spare you the details.”

Yes, thank you for that.

Dexter the family man. It’s so sweet it’s nauseating.

“So you’re taking your fake kids camping so you can keep playing domesticated dad to a woman and children who’d hate you if they knew who you really are?” My smile’s so feigned it hurts. “Sounds like a great time.”

My brother, the shrugger, shrugs once again. Doesn’t even try to defend my interpretive accusation. “I gotta be there.”

“Well have fun on your little adventure,” I muse; side-eying him. “Not sure why it took you this long to tell me. I’m sure I’ll find some way to busy myself in the meantime.”

You and Dexter exchange that look again. That look which betrays how you still haven’t shared whatever’s so lodged down your throats and wherever this is really going, and by this point it’s driving me toward wanting to just rip open your necks to drag whatever it is out, myself.

“Well, actually,” my brother begins, struggling once more with saying things. “I’ve already got an idea that’ll keep you busy in mind.”

I steady him in the crosshairs of my vision. Well. Now we might be getting somewhere. And I can’t deny my interest, much like my frustration, is piqued. 

“Oh?”

“A favor, really,” he adds, without elaborating, and I really am going to rip the words right out of him.

“Are you going to tell me what that favor is?” I’m finally forced to ask, before glancing exasperatedly at you. “Or perhaps I should defer to your translator?”

There you go, nervously rubbing that elbow again, though I find myself oddly mesmerized by the motion of it. I can’t say for what cause, other than I’m not blind, and you’re obviously attractive. Watching you anxiously stand there is becoming one of my favorite pastimes.

“I, um,” you mumble, so quietly I almost can’t hear you. A nervous mouse again, one my nature is stirred to chase. “Well. Dexter was going to help me with–you know… What I was saying before. We have everything planned for tomorrow, and it has to happen tomorrow.” You seem strangely adamant about this, and I don’t care enough to question the ‘why’, just as I don’t care for the ‘who’–I’ll take your word for it. “But, um, with Dexter out of town…”

Helpless, as if to say any more’s an impossible task, you glance to Dexter for support.

“Really, the two of you,” I lowly muse. Eyes glistening between the pair of you, alight with my wicked amusement. Stretching out more broadly on the throne of Dexter’s hideous couch. “You could almost put a full sentence together so long as you tag one another in after every breath.”

The taunt’s enough to unlodge wherever Dexter’s tongue’s at. 

“I need you to help her kill this guy while I’m gone,” he finally says bluntly. Arms folded, expression stern, yet hinted by what may as well be him begging me, which in itself, is…

Well. He’s never asked me for anything. Not like this. Though I certainly don’t owe him any favors…

“I know you know how to set up a proper kill room,” he states, and he should–he’s seen my imitation of his plastic-drenched kill room, firsthand. I’ve studied his work more than anyone. Emulated it to perfection, and all for a happily-ever-after he refused to take part of, spat cold in my face.

For a moment, I feel almost human in how I can’t seem to react or respond to this request. Though as I watch the mirrored hope in you both, as the idea of this slowly settles, I find that it doesn’t completely bore me…

My eyes drift to you. Singling you out. Stringing round your anxious expression. And you’ve mettle, at least, to not look away from the barbs of my musing intensity.

So. This is why you’ve been acting so sheepishly inept. You need big bad Brian’s help with something.

It’s laughably cute, the idea of you killing, and already I know I’m going to do it. But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make you sit in it a little. Take my time in toying with you, first.

“You want me to babysit your blackmailing little friend here,” I say to Dex, with raven-dark eyes still on you, “while she attempts–and correct me if I’m wrong here–her first kill?” 

I can tell you can feel how my gaze is dissecting you. Pulling apart, piecing together, assessing every piece and shape and shade of you. It makes you squirm, and I love it; sparing a moment to slide my tongue over the sharpness of my teeth as I feast on such a beautiful reaction. 

I turn back to Dex. “What makes you think she’s even capable?”

“I’m capable,” you insist, drawing my gaze again. And even through those nerves roused in my presence, you appear quite convinced of it. 

Interesting. 

“I can do this,” you again allege. With such frail confidence, but confidence nonetheless. “I just… need a little help.”

I tamp down the rearing head of my inquisitiveness. Ensure my interest remains vague in how I lackadaisically eye you. 

“Help with what, exactly?” I slowly ask. And it’s not a no, which I’m amused to see is so surprising.

You blink a few times, eyes growing wider, more determined–before you’re explaining, quickly, as though whatever luck this is may run out.

“Getting him to the kill site,” you say succinctly, with all the puffed-up bravado of a fluffy little rabbit pretending that they’ve slayed a fox before, and it really is amusing. “Moving the body. Clean-up.”

I let my watchful silence drag on. Held in supposed indecisive contemplation. Should I? Should I? Until, when I can nearly hear your fretting heartbeat, I feel one corner of my lips slowly quirk up. Watching every minor movement of you like a fox might a meal, might a rabbit, and find I really wouldn’t mind taking a bite. 

“Don’t need help doing the deed, then?” I subtly ask you.

Your eyebrows flicker to a knot. Lips pressing flat, before you shake your head at me. “No.”

“You sure?” I further goad, with silken smoothness. Loving those little cracks of hesitation along your lovely surface so much I’m inclined to hammer in even more of them. “‘Cause I won’t kill him for you. You have to do that, yourself. And what’s more, if you for any reason chicken out on me and can’t follow through with all this…” I calmly smile. “I’ll simply leave you there all alone with whatever maddened mess of whoever this man you’ve left behind.” The idea of it sparks a delicious flame somewhere deep below my cavernous lack of heart. “After ensuring he’s woken up, first, of course. Aware. Pissed off. Untied.” 

I smile my cheshire smile as that resolve in you flickers in place; the smallest glow, so nearly snuffed out already. 

“So?” I spur in your uncertain silence. “Do we have a deal, little killer?”

And still, you hesitate. Seeming to weigh my words with care, along with the cost of your own, which I certainly appreciate. You’re not as stupid as I’d originally believed, in any case.

At long last, you nod, but I don’t move, don’t even blink from how I wolfishly watch you from my throne of Dexter’s couch. Not until you say the words out loud. And you will, if you want my help. You have to.

If that’s a flash of resentment within those pretty eyes of yours, it only causes my broadening smirk.

“Fine,” you say at last, after thickly swallowing. “We have a deal.”

And surely light must dance in my entertained eyes as I bite back just how pleased I am by this answer. 

This should be fun.

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

I visited the WGA library to read Yellowjackets scripts and wanted to share some of my findings! (Pt. 1)

So as some of you may know, scripts for the latter half of Yellowjackets Season 1 have already been released to the public (you can find 1x05-1x10 here: https://drive.google.com/drive/mobile/folders/1FctrMniXqWRFJOe-rX6dSgvmXEO2KyLE?usp=share_link) and the Pilot script is pretty easily accessible on the internet if you look it up.

However, I have never been able to find the scripts for the rest of S1. An old draft of 1x04 can be found on Script Slug but A LOT has been changed from this script to the final product (Van is dead, Nat actually killed her dad, Javi is called Cody?!). It’s an interesting read for sure but it seems the actual final script of “Bear Down,” along with “F Sharp” and “Dollhouse,” are not accessible on the internet. So I headed over to the WGA Library and checked out those three scripts to read! It was super interesting (highly recommend going if you’re in the LA area!). I was not able to get any pictures of the scripts due to the Library policy, but I took lots of notes and saved some of my favorite lines!

I’m going to start with 1x02 and make two separate posts of 1x03 and 1x04 because otherwise this post would be way too long!

1x02 “F Sharp”

•The episode starts with Misty’s POV of the crash, and there’s this line that I love:

“Across from her, Lottie reaches forward to desperately clutch Laura Lee’s hand in the aisle. Their shared terror making it all the more clear that, in this moment, Misty is all alone.”

This shows Misty’s longing for companionship and affection. Even in what she thinks might be her last moments, she is utterly alone. I think this moment is part of what tips her over the edge into obsession in her relationships with Coach Ben, Crystal, and Natalie.

•In the final product, we don’t really see what Nat’s POV of the plane crash is (other than her nightmare in 1x03 but I’m not sure if that actually happened or not?) but in the script she gets knocked unconscious and buried under a bunch of luggage and equipment and the other girls have to dig her out.

•Misty and Taissa are the ones to pry the exit door open for everyone to escape.

•Jackie doesn’t even try to save Van in the script, she just immediately runs over and tries to drag Shauna away from Van from the get-go.

“Jackie runs after Shauna and starts clawing at her, trying to get her to move toward the exit.”

•After Shauna and Jackie make it outside the wreckage, Jackie and Shauna “begin fighting angrily in the dirt, Jackie clearly still desperately afraid to remain so close to the fiery wreckage” as Shauna tries to go back in for Van.

•And I just thought this descriptor was a cute little addition; after Misty chops off Coach Ben’s leg, we get this line:

“And as we realize this little show called ‘Yellowjackets’ is sick, unexpected and awesome, we smash cut to—

MAIN TITLE”

•“Laura Lee trying in vain to hold and comfort a struggling, hyperventalating Javi.”

A nice little moment of Laura Lee comforting Javi as he’s trying to find his dad.

•”Jackie: For the record, I was trying to save you. I thought…

I was going to lose you. Jackie bites her lip, a little teary. Shauna glances at her and nods, I know—but we also get the sense that Van isn’t the only one judging Jackie right now.”

A little Jackie/Shauna moment. You can see how much Jackie loves Shauna, but Shauna is still conflicted over Jackie’s choice to leave Van behind.

•Some things Caligula says when Natalie breaks into Misty’s house:

“Hello, pretty lady!”

“Hells bells! My dogs are barking!”

Love this.

•The information Misty has in her secret file: articles and magazine covers about the crash, press clippings, a local wedding announcement for Shauna and Jeff, Taissa’s campaign flyer, and a brochure for Natalie’s rehab clinic.

•When Nat asks Misty why she has all of this information, Misty says:

“You guys are the most important people in my life.”

Just another reminder that Misty’s whole existence revolves around the Yellowjackets, even after 25 years.

•Nat is hyper focused on looking at Travis’s drivers license in the bar scene when Kevyn walks up to her. She totally ignores Kevyn, just focused on Travis’ picture. She is described as looking “pale” and “like she’s seen a ghost.” Just shows how hung up Nat is on Travis and how much that relationship fucked her up.

•Misty says “Holy macaroni” when she sees Coach Martinez’s body. Insane.

•Okay brace yourselves for this one guys, in the script Coach Martinez is STILL ALIVE when they find him impaled on the tree.

“The coach’s eyes pop open. He suddenly grabs Travis. Eyes wild with pain and fear, the coach tries to speak but only makes raspy sounds as blood bubbles at his lips.”

“Travis: Dad! Let go!”

Travis’s dad won’t let go and there’s a scene where Travis is trying to claw him off of him, then the tree branch cracks and Travis shakes his dad off of his arm, “knows it’s his dad or the both of them” and the tree branch falls.

Wow. As if the scene that ended up making it in the final product wasn’t traumatic enough, Travis has to actively let his dad fall to his death when he’s still alive and desperately clinging to him? Ouch. I’m glad they cut that scene honestly poor Travis.

•Shauna is holding Javi and comforting him during and after this scene.

“We see Shauna still comforting Javi, we can’t hear what she’s saying but her body language is very giving—a maternal streak she didn’t know she had.”

Love the nod to Shauna’s maternal nature here. She’s naturally very nurturing and caring, but after she loses her baby she becomes more cold and distant with her other child, Callie, in fear that she will lose her too. I just love seeing the before and after here, we get to see what Shauna was like before all of the trauma. Shauna wants to nurture Callie, it’s a natural part of her personality as this scene with Javi shows, but she can’t get too attached after what happened in the Wilderness.

•In the adult timeline, there’s another deleted scene in which Nat drives to Shauna’s house and spies on her from outside.

“She seems to be fighting an impulse to get out of her car, but her feelings are unclear. Does she look uneasy? Vindictive?”

Another hint the conflict between these two that we still haven’t seen yet? Maybe this is lingering resentment from Shauna challenging Nat’s leadership as the new Antler Queen?

•When Nat hands Travis her flask to drink from after the whole Coach Martinez incident, there’s this line:

“She wants to tell him there is nothing he could have done. How guilt like this is poison, and if he’s going to blame himself she will punch him in the face”

I think this is clearly a nod to Nat’s own guilt around her father’s death. She knows that Travis is likely tearing himself apart inside because she did the same thing after her father’s death. She blamed herself, as Travis is doing now. Also love the punching him in the face line, it’s very on-brand for Nat and honestly wish she had punched him in the face a few times when he deserved it.

*1x03 and 1x04 notes to come!*

[salty-autistic-writer]

For @bucktommypositivityweek round 2 Day 1: make your own season 8 opening disaster.

Summary: After the bee-nado, Buck waits for Tommy to wake up (Link to AO3)

“Have you seen the Bee Movie?” Buck asks, chuckling quietly and fidgeting with the bandage wrapped around his hand.

“I, uh, watched it with Chris once. We were laughing so much. It was a cute and funny movie. A bee fell in love with a human. And, uh, there was a plane. The pilots were knocked out mid-flight and so the bees helped land it. We really have to watch that movie together sometimes.”

He takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his still sweaty face. “Man. I wish those bees we had to put up with these last two days were as much fun as that movie …”

He shudders, remembering all those red swollen faces. Swollen hands. Swollen legs. Swollen arms. Everything and everyone swollen. No fun at all. Especially because the stings of those bees hurt like hell. Buck received one as well. Underneath the bandage, the whole side of his left hand is red and hot. He got some cream and a cooling pack for it.

Now, Los Angeles is slowly recovering from the insane incident that was called the “bee-nado”, the bees who were still crawling around alive being collected and settled somewhere else. The hospitals are filled to the brim with bee-related emergencies.

Buck is in the hospital too. Waiting for his boyfriend to finally wake up after he had to crash land his helicopter in a field and ended up unconscious, with a probably severe concussion and several bruises as well as lacerations. It could have been worse. Way worse. But still …

“You can’t keep doing that, you know?” He says, looking up from his hands at Tommy’s too still face. “You can’t always play the hero and let me sitting here, wondering if you will ever open your eyes again. And yes. I know that was what I was doing to people who cared about me way too often. But still. I can’t get used to how much this hurts. I miss you so, so much.”

And he could really use a hug right now. After everything that happened at work with Gerrard … 

Buck shudders as he remembers. Gerrard screaming at him for every little thing. Gerrard taunting him because he noticed Buck texting Tommy with a smile on his face. Gerrard telling him to stay behind and clean the trucks while the rest of the team went to deal with the bees. Gerrard still scowling at him even when Buck was the one who rushed to help him.

“Gerrard is allergic to bees, did you know that?” Buck tells Tommy. “He almost died. He didn’t even tell anyone. But I gave him the epinephrine that kept him alive until he could be taken to the hospital.” Buck scoffs. “Wasn’t grateful at all … I wish we could get rid of him somehow. I was thinking about something. But so far, I have no idea.”

He leans back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, squinting into too-bright neon lights, his thoughts floating away, to better, easier times. To Bobby. Oh he’s still pissed at Bobby. How could he resign?! Without telling anyone … Buck shakes his head, trying to think about something else. He’s not ready yet to face those emotions …

Time passes.

Buck almost dozes off. But then, a groan and a cough make him perk up. Tommy moves, brows furrowing and lids fluttering. He finally opens his eyes, blinking up at the ceiling in confusion. 

“Tommy!” Buck feels like a heavy weight is taken from his heart. Finally. Finally, he gets to see his boyfriend’s eyes again. He takes Tommy’s hand, squeezing it. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

Tommy looks at him, eyes widening a bit. “Ev … Please. Tell me. Bees are gone,” he croaks.

Buck chuckles, leaning over to give Tommy a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. They’re gone.”

Tommy sighs, eyes closing again. “Good. Everyone … safe?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, swallowing. His stomach clenches. “Everyone is safe. But Tommy … You have to be more careful in the future. I was so worried …”

Tommy hums. “Sorry. Didn’t … didn’t tell the bees to fly into engine.”

Buck huffs. “Yeah, I know . Still. It was risky to fly in these conditions.”

“Helped. Save the day. With the water,” Tommy points out.

“Yeah. You did. Again,” Buck says softly, holding onto Tommy’s hand firmly. “My big brave hero.”

Tommy smiles. “Hmmm. Another medal?”

Buck laughs. “I don’t know. Do you think chief Simmons has to do some damage control for his career again? If not, I don’t think so. Listen, I’m going to go and get your doctor, okay? She said they have to run some tests when you’re awake. Just to make sure it’s not more than a concussion.”

“Okay,” Tommy says, one eye opening and searching for Buck. “Please. Come back.”

“Of course,” Buck says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Always.”

He hasn’t gotten used to being this worried. But what he and Tommy have … It is worth all the pain.

[low-budget-korra]

Let's Talk about the Yellowjackets #2

Natalie Scartoccio

Her death while it was somewhat poetic, was also pointless. She ended s1 trying to kill herself and being saved at the last moment, all for what? For her to bond with that brainwashed hottie and die for her? In the end of the day, it was suicide. Again, kill any of the survivors, especially one that is with us since the very beginning is not something that should happen in a season 2 finale c'mon. Is the type of character end we see in series finale. We know she was broken even before plane crash but now that we know she was the Antlers Queen I wanted to see more of her in the present, dealing with all that or at least making her death more meaningful to the main plot.

Like I've said in the #1, i think the show will end with them In the wilderness again, so what if her death was the last sacrifice? yes, it could be any of the girls but since she scape death before and felt responsible for her father's,Javi's and Travis deaths, it would be meaningful for her to accept what should have happened in the first hunt. The only other person who could do this sacrifice is Misty since they weren't rescued because of her.

Also until the last moment I thought she was going to get a shoot , like, that brainwashed hottie would shoot Misty and Nat was be in the way to save the person that saved her before. That would be a better choice. Far better choice

I really hope her death isn't a shock value bullshit but damn it feels like one. Because Im so sure that brainwash hottie won't appear next season. So what Nat learn that she already didn't know? What she did this season? For what she sacrifice herself for? The "tell Natalie she was right" thing, that was it? I want all those answers to be solve next season and all the implications of her death, if not...yeah, that was just shock value.

Also. Why the hell she didn't saw Travis?

Lastly, I kinda of wish Natalie was the one and only Antlers Queen.

Ps: I've read that Juliette Lewis wasn't happy with the character so maybe she wanted to get out of the show so the writers needed to end her character but still. ..there's was better ways to do that.

Misty Quigley

Can you please stop murder your bff? Thank you. I find it ironic how she tries so bad to fix things and yet also make things worse. Kinda of Cersei Lannister, if she was smart as Misty.

I'm curious to see how she will react to Natalie's death since she truly cared about her and fought to keep her alive, also ironic, that's how she killed her, trying to save Nat to get shoot.

I'm glad that she has Walter, and he proved to be a real one like Jeff.

Shauna Shipman

She had a nice storyline this season, mostly continuing and finishing some arcs of s1. What I'm really interested for the next season is how she will be annoyed by the fact that she ain't the protagonist, that she was living on others Shadow just as much as she was living on Jackie's shadow. And her search of wanting to be appreciated, and with this she is just like Misty, just not as loud about it. Not much to say about her character, other than what I've already said

I know that we probably will have more than one Antler Queen and if this is the case, i believe Shauna never was one.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

sending postcards from a plane crash

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rT3jhW5 by thebatmandiaries “Dean. What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked him. “How did you find me?” Sam had filled out from the gawky snot nosed brat he had been when Dean had last seen him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected Sam to grow in the ten years he had been gone, but it was still a shock to see how…grown up…Sam had gotten. Dean could only hope it was the same for his maturity and emotional responses. Otherwise this would be even more awkward. “We need to talk.” Dean said. or Dean and Sam meet again after ten years. It doesn’t go well. Words: 1513, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of the family jewels Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Claire Novak, Jack Kline, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Benny Lafitte, Pamela Barnes (Supernatural), Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Azazel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Sequel, dean still listens to fall out boy, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Jack Kline and Claire Novak's Parents, Jack Kline and Claire Novak are Siblings, Infant Jack Kline, Toddler Claire Novak, Ten Years Later, HunterCorp Universe (Supernatural), Episode: s02e20 What Is and What Should Never Be (Supernatural), Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rT3jhW5

[hmspogue]

The Wilds season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer for The Wilds season 2 frame by frame for any clues, theories, or plot points I can possibly squeeze out of it. Just my own opinions and general tinfoil-hatting, feel free to disagree or theroize with me in the comments. 

These are screenshots from Amazon Prime Video’s trailer for The Wilds season 2. I do not claim or own any of these images.

When does Leah ever not look like her soul is leaving her body at all times, is she okay? don’t answer that

There’s a few of these shots in the trailer with Leah in this dress with someone. I can only assume they’re from a dream sequence she’s going to have (maybe a hallucination?) as you can see multiple copies of That Disgusting Man I Refuse To Name’s book all around her. Context would suggest the man with her is That Disguting Man I Refuse To Name but it doesn’t really look like him. maybe Dr. Faber? Please for the love of God just let her get over this horrible abuser and work through her trauma I just want her to be okay.

They all look about as dead inside as I feel.

Well anyways RIP Nora, I guess.

HFLIVAUSDCAIUWELQASSUHAELIUHQFLIUWSADLASDFHLSFDAUL I MISSED YOU GAIDFALASB

Why does Shelby look so horrified help me???????

I cannot for the life of me figure put if the person on the stretcher is Dot or Martha. I really want to say Dot? Her hair is much shorter? But, I could be wrong (let’s just be honest here, I probably am).

OH???????????

Same dream sequence as before (clearly a dream since she’s not dirty as hell and also wearing a dress. Also, upon further inspection, this looks like the dress she was wearing the night that she uhhhhh met up with That Disgusting Man I Refuse To Name ): which is so sad.

To say that this trailer stresses me the fuck out would be the understatement of the century. 

“Got a great story for you. Once upon a time two plane crashes were staged.”

I assume this is Leah speaking to Dr. Faber AFTER she finds out what the fuck is going on from Rafael (WHICH WE ARE GETTING TO DON’T YOU WORRY, QUEEN).

“All of the victims were dosed...”

Here is a little fun fact about me, I’m a slut for visual and thematic parallels in TV shows so when I tell you I am going to be absolutely eating this shit up this season-

(Disclaimer: I know that there are very, very strong opinions about the introduction of the boys group. And I completely understand the reservations behind it. So, before anyone comes for me, yes I absolutely still want the heart and soul of this show to be about the girls the same way it was season 1. But, I do trust the writer’s enough that when they say the introduction of the boys will not take away from the female-centered story they seek to tell, I choose to believe them. I’m going into this season with an open mind, excited to see what kind of conversations and parallels they can draw from having the boys experiment on the side. Two of the actors who play the boys have even made comments on how the content of season 2 is just there to deepen the story and plot and in no way meant to take away from the girls. The girls are still everything to me and I want to see them front and center. I am just very interested with what they’re going to do with this development. Thank you, soap box over, back to the rundown).

“...and stranded on two islands.”

Perhaps the most horrifying shot of the trailer why he standing like my sleep paralysis demon? 

Okay this bitch...I really still am buying into the theory that Alex is going to be the Lihn of the boys experiment? Especially since a) there were only 8 boys cast and b) when Lihn was prepping to go to the girl’s island this sallow skeleton man was nowhere to be found, it was just Thomas, Lihn, and Gretchen that we saw.

(I also recall Gretchen making a comment about Alex that he should go to check ont he girls because he “knows the island better than anyone” ??? okay so are there two islands or are they on the same island because if that’s the case why is Alex familiar with this one???)

spoiler alert this entire post will be me spiraling about if the boys and girls are on the same island or not I cannot figure this shit out because its LEAH that’s doing this voice over so what is the trutH MOVING ON

“Eight on one...”

Them getting rescued? Martha looks Very Unwell???? WHERE ARE TONI’S SHOES???? HELLO???

Also this adds even more confusion to my Alex theory because-

“...eight on the other.”

-no, there weren’t supposed to be 8 girls on the other island, there was supposed to be 9 unless Gretchen is even more fucked than we originally thought and Lihn was meant to die all along but I digress. So, were there just 8 boys in total and the idea of Lihn/an adult present was only in the girl’s experiment?

(I already have a bone to pick with Snapback aka Kirin because why is he sitting like that. I just want to know). 

“Though, that number was subject to change.”

Aw! They’re going to add more! Surely this doesn’t allude to anyone dying! Nope! How exciting!

Same dream sequence shot as before. 

Scotty and Bo, from what I understand. The besties of the boys group.

“NO!”

THIS IS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID THEMATIC AND VISUAL PARALLELS YES BITCH.

Also this is me actively choosing to ignore the blood on Fatin’s legs in the background. Maybe from helping Rachel? Honestly in this show who even knows anymore they be bleeding all willy nilly and I can’t keep up.

Yeah, me too girl.

“Have you noticed any new vibes?”

Oh honey thaTS ONE WAY OF PUTTING ITDKADSAUHLDFDA

“Between some of the people here?”

Sweet, sweet Martha. Bless your cotton socks ( @eye-of-the-storm)

Someone get this girl some therapy I stg what do I have to pay Sarah to just let her fucking breathe?

“I’m sorry, but I’m done with her.”

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!

No, but seriously I- who is she talking about? Leah? Please no?

I know y’all are not about to put my girl through the trauma-

OF HAVING TO FUCKING CAUTERIZE HER FRIEND’S CHEWED OFF HAND SWEET CHRIST ON A CRACKER.

“We all started wanting to be things. We wanted to be men.”

Yeah, fully convinced the boys experiment goes completely Lord of the Flies with deep commentary on toxic masculinity and I am terrified. 

Also, yes, the fire transition slay me. (still only counting 8 boys in this shot hmmMMMMMM...)

Respectfully what the fuck is this? And why was it left open?

“But the truth is...”

Hey, fuck you. (it looks like Gretchen is in one of their rooms with Dr. Faber behind her. Possibly Shelby’s after she has her reaction?)

Maybe the same scene as Rafael running up on something looking shook from the beginning of the trailer, but this show is literally impossible to decifer anything with costuming since they’re stuck with the same damn things all the time I have stopped trying. 

“...some of us we were becoming monsters.”

I have...so many thoughts and GOOSEBUMPS LIKE DAMN THAT’S A GOOD LINE. The first one being I am either going to want to die for this boy or murder him because he will be revealed to be said monster, there is no in between I just got that vibe. The second is that every voice over with him, it looks like he’s in the room talking to Leah. It could be the interviews like that the girls have had (and looks like will continue to have), but the camera angles (and later shots in the trailer) as well as how transparent he sounds like he’s being make me think otherwise. 

Also, how fucking interesting would it be if most of the boys story is being told to us through Rafael telling Leah about their time on the island? And we as the audience have to decipher along with Leah if we can really believe this kid or if he’s an unreliable narrator and sort of not telling her the whole truth. They’re either going to be in kahoots to get the hell out of that bunker or he’s working with Gretchen as the confederate and will completely betray her. Like, come on this is going to be so ihgygjgygBIASDUBODBC.

Okay king go off I guess.

(If they are somehow on the same island, can you imagine if the “animal sounds” the girls hear are actually just the boys and vice versa? I still have no idea where I fall on the they’re on the same island/they’re not. I think if Gretchen put them on the same place, it would be because she expected the groups to eventually find each other to help prove her hypothesis that, if they integrated, the girls would still lead. @whitetrashjj season 3 plot anyone???).

Omg she’s a retired queen. 

Maybe that teaser of Dot asking Fatin what date it was and looking all shook is because her birthday is coming up? Please that would be so cute. (also where the hell did they get that bottle of alcohol and the sparklers and the sash from I just...) 

I saw someone point out in this post the parallel between the photo Dot gave her dad in s1 with her holding the sparklers and this shot. I choose to ignore that and not start weeping on this Sunday afternoon. 

Someone is getting their shit rocked and I kind of hope it’s that Emo Man Bun Kid (Henry), no I will not be explaining this statement in any way shape or form, next frame.

Miss Girl is really just...going to be going through it this season, huh? Lost a sister and a hand, shit’s rough. 

“We couldn’t see them...”

They’re on the same high rock as before where Martha was looking unwell. I wanna know what makes them decide to go up there. Could this be where Shelby maybe falls, hits her head or something, and we end up with Shelbald after she’s gotta have fuckin’ brain surgery?

“...but, we could hear them.”

OKAY THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT THE ANIMALS? THE BOYS? ARE THE BOYS THE “ANIMALS” THEY KEEP HEARING LIKE HOOTIN’ AND HOLLARIN’ AND SUCH I-

This looks like Bo the Florida Bestie and I hope he’s doing well and screaming in joy in this shot he’s not.

I don’t know if most of the boy’s shots are spoilers and that’s why they can’t show too much or if the boy’s experiment is going to go horribly wrong so Gretchen has to call it early and they just aren’t on the island that long...but I stg they put this fire scene in the trailer no less than 89 times.

Also, it looks like the girls are getting a new camp this season not on the beach. Probably has something to do with the crippling trauma of watching your friend die on the beach in front of you but, what do I know?

“The boys were the perfect control group.”

Actually they’re fucking children you vile wench, but go off 😃.

(There’s someones picture on her phone...Rafael? I can’t really tell. The boys experiment really must have started first because I’m wondering if something did go v wrong and that’s what prompted her to send in Lihn as an adult for the girls).

Looks like all the boys going towards something with their little stabby spears and Ivan being like “oh shit-” your honor just tell me what is going on.

“We’re not alone here.”

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME WHAT IS THE TRUTH ARE THEY ON THE SAME ISLAND OR ARE THEY NOT IF TONI WAS TALKING ABOUT THE BOYS HOW COULD THEY NOT SEE THEM, ONLY HEAR THEM HOW IS THAT A THING?????? HELP?????

New drinking game: take a shot every time the boys fight in this trailer alone.

I already know there’s about to be a big huge power struggle between Kirin and Seth and it’s either going to end up being so interesting or grate on my motherfucking nerves, bro. @whitetrashjj and @brizzlovesyou and I were talking about this last night, but we really want to have high hopes for Kirin. The asshole jock trope is so tired at this point if they do anything nuanced with him, it’ll be a breath of fresh air. After the incredible character work they pulled off in season 1, I do trust them to do something layered and different with his character like please I’m exhausted by that character archetype. 

ALSO an interesting note from @whitetrashjj ...if you really watch this clip, Kirin almost looks more like he’s holding Seth back from something rather than attacking him. His face is not necessarily aggressive in his clip, and (this is probably some clown shit but whatever) for just a milisecond in the first clip, you can see Seth almost leaning around Kirin like he’s looking at someone else. So, this could be a “whoa, okay calm down, take a breath” scene. Take that how you will 👀.

“What’s wrong with me?”

New reaction picture.

“You just care is all.”

Fatin is so good to Leah and she needs that so badly it’s going to break my fucking heart if they make them have another falling out this season. I think they are by far my favorite friendship in the show (followed closely by Dot and Fatin). I don’t personally romantically ship them, but I can 1000% see why people do I JUST WANT THEM BOTH HAPPY.

“I know, it’s disgusting.”

Okay, but also Fatin and Martha friendship supremacy this season, yes???? Martha needed more relationships expanded on from s1 I love to see it.

“There is...”

Fun Fact about me, I’m actually on the other end of the phone telling her she has to take a long walk off a short pier.

Here we see them moniotring the boys experiment again. Idk if this means anything but on the right screen we can see Raf standing very much apart from the other boys. 

(one thing I have noticed that may support Different Islands is the beach? The girls island is the iconic sort of black sand beach and from the shots we’ve seen from the boys beach it’s all white sand? Unless it’s just on the other side of the island I doNT KNOW but in general I think the more I see of this terrain the more I think it looks like just a different island).

“...no question they imploded.”

Take another shot. It looks like Kirin tackling someone (maybe Seth?). Ivan is already on the ground, Rafael is jumping in, Josh is jumping away, and someone needs to get these fellas a Xanex because y’all-

(Can we also talk about how fucking disguting it is how gleefully Gretchen is talking about this? Like, she sends these children out to die the same as she did the girls, only this time HOPING that they fail miserably. I could kill her-)

.....why is she crying and how do I stop it?

“She is gone and it’s my fault!”

Like I said, rip Nora, miss you queen. 

I was going to make some form of analysis about Ivan with his silly little spear but all I can think is that it just looks silly and I am giggling, thank you.

Can the season please just be the gals having a big pool party thanks. 

(Looks like they moved camps as well away from the beach and by the water source. Which I guess is what happens when you have to uuuhh watch your friend die in front of you at the other camp you should probably move to a less traumatizing area).

“You deserve every good thing in this world.”

And she was correct. (Maybe finding out about Toni and Shelby officially? Or comforting if they break up somehow?)

Leah? One of the boys? Running away from one of Gretchen’s men on the stairs. Could be Dr. Faber?

“You ever feel like you were up against something...”

Okay, this may be reaching like the entirety of this post is, but the assumption about this scene is supposed to be Scotty is in his interview with the agent guy and Dr. Faber. But, the wording is a little strange to me. It almost sounds like he could be talking to Leah or one of the other girls about what they went through on the island. “You were up against something…”. It even could sound like they cut off a “did” at the front of it. “Did you ever feel…”

Just an interesting note.

I’m going to assume this is another Leah dream sequence based on...the man...wearing a suit on the beach? I did notice also that if we’re going with the Two Different Islands Theory based on the geographical differences of the two beaches we’ve seen, this one looks a little more like the boys beach to me. 

Once again, I think this is Dot and I absolutely hate it. 

@yellowlaboratory and I agree. This is probably one of the boys (maybe one of Gretchen’s people) cutting the wires to one of the cameras. Does one of them figure it out while they’re still stranded pre-bunker?

Thanks to @brizzlovesyou editing skills and lightening the picture, this is Seth alone on the beach. Maybe I’m just hella suspicious of everything in this show at this point, but there’s something so ominous about any of them being there alone. Also idk who the hell that shelter they build is for, it may just be my poor depth perception, but it looks like it was built either to hold a toddler or one boy at a time laying in the fetal position.

“...relentless?”

2 Dark 2 See Because They Hate Me should be the alternative title to this trailer.

I’m just going to send up a prayer now that this is an animal he’s stabbing especially since that shot of Ivan and the boys running away with spears in their hands looks like it could be from the same scene.

Same scene as “I’m done with her”? Fatin, queen, I’m sorry you have to keep destroying your clothes. 

Leah’s dream sequence pt 3.

Kirin, Raf, Seth, Henry. They’ve got some food is what I think that box next to Kirin is. At least they’re laughing for now.

“I am you...”

Talking to Rafael, same as before. @brizzlovesyou​ pointed out these could potentially be two separate occasions with her in his room based on how healed the cut on Leah’s forehead looks between this and a shot we will see later. Hearing them compare notes is going to be so fucking interesting oml.

Yoikes, Kirin looks exponentially worse in this shot than he does in the others. Clearly deeper into their time being stranded because this boy is crispy.

Leah’s Dream Sequence pt. 4?

Two people swimming out to that rock in the middle. Looks more like two of the girls to me.

“...everything you have been through the same thing happened to me.”

The way I would be shitting my pants. 

Feeding into the actual wild animals being on the loose plot line. After they got mentioned the first time in s1 I was so mf clenched just waiting for them to show up and, for the boys at least, it’s really making it seem like they will be a much bigger issue in s2. 

My original theory based on the shot of Seth alone was some kind of exile situation. But, this clip shows the same tiny ass shelter and behind the hand (Leah’s?) I counted at least 5 of them walking around. So, this really must just be their camp and their tiny ass shelter. 

I’m going to choose to focus on the Martha s1 parallel of this shot and not how horrifying it is out of context and most likely even within, thank you for understanding. 

The fact that I know this shot is going to be in like the first 5 mins of the show keeps me awake at night. I’m so confused as to what’s going to happen to Nora where she can get Rachel to shore but not herself. Was this meant to be the extraction? Though it is a bit unclear if Helena’s departure from the cast recently caused them to have to make some narrative changes and Nora really is going to be gone. 

Same scene as the spear moment, just him throwing rocks. They really, really want us to think Kirin is going to be extremely aggressive and antagonistic this season which just makes me want to think he’ll actually be the opposite or have some insane character growth.

The difference between the next two shots is honestly the height of comedy to me. 

(But, also what is Raf doing here just sitting with his eyes shut I am fr questioning everything with these guys-)

“Don’t. Scream.”

OKAY WELL I SURE AS HELL DID LEAH YOU CAN’T BE SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THIS  ALSO HOW DID YOU GET INTO THIS ROOM GIRL I-

Holy shit it has been a long time since I’ve been this antsy for another season. I need answers and I need them now. 

[andromedasummer]

it's a constant for every fandom to favor clear-skinned white men. it's not surprising, but disappointing nonetheless

oh i think daniel bruhl is gorgeous and i know that people who write things like x reader fic for niki lauda and stuff arent so much into f1 as much as they are bruhl stans who are just writing for another character of his.

but when i search for Niki Lauda i wanna see Niki. like, actual Niki. he did so much more than what Rush depicted. he isnt just that person pre the crash and then a little bit after he was burnt. yes that should be focused on— the life changing burns to his face and lungs, how he returned to drive and fight in the championship not 6 weeks later. how he faced media a changed man, and mid-race stopped in the final race, refusing to compete in because the dangerous conditions that were identical, if not worse than the rain + dangerous track combination responsible for his disfigurement. and the fact that racing under such difficult situations went totally against his moral code, as someone who highly valued the drivers union and the safety of both he and his fellow drivers.

he faced death over and over. both his own near miss and the frankly gruesome, painful deaths that were broadcast of his fellow drivers over the years, caused by apathy from the heads of f1. apathy he fought against.

his life achievements didn't stop that year! he won another 2 championships!!! he was outspoken against ferrari's poor treatment of him, he was staunchly pro-union and staged driver strikes for safety because he was tired of watching 1-2 to even 3-5 of his fellow drivers die every season because the FIA couldnt be bothered with making sure people survived the races.

post f1 he still prioritzed safety. he ran an airline called lauda air which had one massively deadly crash for which his airline were not responsible. he didnt back down and put the spotlight on the failures of Boeing as it was an inbuilt mechanical failure that caused the airliner to crash, killing hundreds of people. he stood by the families to get to the bottom of what the hell happened. ultimately pushing boeing to admit fault and make changes to their planes preventing further deaths.

he continued to advocate for safety even after his retirement and he also quit f1 in the funniest way only then came back half a decade later later to win a championship with his past teams biggest rival and then retire again for real.

mans didnt give a fuck. he loved lewis like a son. he made fun of ferrari's shit engines and blamed it on them being italian which is god damn hilarious. when rain delayed a race he played football in the pitlane with one of his drivers, nico. he went clubbing with young drivers and attended concerts like the black eyed peas up until his death at 71. he was the godfather of mercs team prinicipals newborn. Niki was blunt, bitchy and continued to shit on f1 when it needed to be shit on. he was an asshole and is and will ALWAYS be the moment.

i miss him. actual niki lauda who was sarcastic and funny and far more human than so many media trained robot-like drivers that were and are in the sport now.

[johnnys-green-pen]

Random E! Thoughts: S7E02 - Survival On Charter 220

Yet another movie with another new station and crew I don’t care about

This time they even have paramedics that kinda look like Johnny and Roy - or try to, anyway. The dark-haired one has Johnny’s exact season 1 hairstyle. And they are both Insufferable.

The new doctor is adorable, at least. She’s adorable in the San Fran movies and she’s adorable here. 

Also, let’s appreciate that Morton is giving people shit about their bedside manner now. Character growth!

(not that it actually means shit, but fwiw the movie does pass the bechdel test! Molly and Dix are talking about apartment stuff)

Also, we get some more glimpses at Dix’ 1960′s Selectric I typewriter. 

I’d love to have one like that but they’re Expensive ™ and I really don’t need another typewriter anyway

I adore old planes, so that’s one part about this movie that’s fun

20 minutes into the movies the main characters finally make an appearance

At least they start us off with a fun conversation with these two

I do love Roy’s “amazing how a guy can become dependent upon his partner” line

Johnny borrowing Joanne’s car is Wild

First off, she let him, which. WHY.

Second, hey, Johnny finally got a dog he was allowed to keep!

Third, why the hell didn’t he take his own car

Also, Johnny apparently didn’t replace his TV set after he brought his own to the station after the whole “blowing up the TV nonsense” in season 6

Johnny’s pretty “oh shit” expression when he realized he blabbed about Roy’s TV being broken

Roy is so done

Rich Lady And Her Boytoy/Attorney wasn’t a sideplot I wanted or needed, especially because they are insufferable and we are never given any kind of reason to care about them

As insufferable as the paramedics are in isolation, the found family stuff is pretty damn adorable

I love how the kids want the guy as their new dad and they’re Gonna make it happen

Roy’s talking about it being a slow day again while they’re “restocking” at Rampart, because Roy will never ever learn. I hope his crew has his head about it until he wises up once he makes Captain

53 minutes in, we finally get to the main plot

If I remember this correctly, they actually did get permission to wreck a condemned neighborhood for the plane crash scenes - so let’s take a moment to appreciate all the amazing practical effects that E! had going on, their commitment to amazing explosions and fires and the sheer skill, work, and budget involved. The effects still hold up 50 years later, and I think that is amazing. 

Also, Morton and Molly getting to be on the triage team for this one is great

Everybody’s highlight: Johnny getting knocked out cold by a goddamn plane - essentially, anyway

In true E! fashion, they’re even more allergic to lean into the whump than usual - you can’t tell me Roy wouldn’t have been extremely concerned. The show never takes head injuries lightly, and it’s baffling that they’re starting now. Ah well, another one for the fics.

[edutainer2022]

Oh, thank you! That was like the fifth proposal my team crunched in this cycle - so it's OK. It wasn't really coming together on this timeline.

But yeah, this brings us back to my favorite topics of research funding in TAG))) Brains' salary, for one... Jeff had to recruit him young. But why did the guy agree to basically drop off the face of the Earth (Moffie in CERN clearly states the academic community kinda misses him).

Icarus. Apparently too hot off the struts. TV-21 was open sabotage, there wasn't much wrong with the plane, but Icarus kinda proves that Mach 21 probably wasn't a good idea to begin with. They never update TB1 to nyoooom faster, for one. Icarus is, in itself a symptom of a new development- the world is catching up with Tracy tech and is ready to move on. Poetically, just as the boys are ready to bring Jeff back into the picture. (Which makes the whole ENFORCED stint at the airshow kinda as sensitive as Grandma talking to Scott about the Moon - it's questionable as PR, they are not reliant on public funding or toy sales, it's potentially dangerous- the Chaos Crew are hunting them, it DOES take time and manpower away from Zero-XL preparation, and it rather showcases that Thunderbirds/Tracy aeronautics are not the hottest planes in town anymore - well, that didn't pan out, but could).

The one prototype that crashed and burned to 5 crafts that are A LOT more expensive to operate and maintain ratio baffles me. Either Jeff didn't have limited funds AT ANY POINT (either Wife's family money or they really, really paid him a good dime at GDF). Or TV-21 actually proved enough points (then why the heartbreak? Scott clearly brings up Dad's devastation). The replication of Thunderbirds sets of four (or 3 - scout jet, cargo, minisub + pods) actually would make more sense for a rescue operation- even more so than a more robust roster of pilots (than a limited family of teens and young adults). Sets of 4 Thunderbirds (+ 1 satellite up in orbit, like a 911 call center) could be stationed around the globe at GDF bases or specialized compounds. Later the boys are giving out their tech quite liberally to local rescue services. So... yeah, it does seem very plausible Jeff's formula for secluded Thunderbirds, eventually, was a "divorce settlement" from GDF.

Come to think of it - the next big prototype Jeff and Brains kinda had to do with - Zero-X- failed too. It was sabotaged, but Hood didn't have the Mechanic replicate T-drive, so maybe the malfunction was more unpredictable than expected.

The timeline definitely changed. S1 is built around the rhetoric that Jeff's loss is still raw and new (and maybe even inconclusive). And IR in this roster seems to still be finding its sea legs (not JUST open for business, but fairly new). S2, bar TV-21 blast from the past, kinda plays into the idea that Dad's ghost is put to rest and the boys are moving beyond into their own. Then S3 whacks us with the fact its been almost 8 years since Zero-X. But S1 doesn't FEEL like it's been 5 years at that point - grief CAN linger and feel real for long, but the rawness subsides. So either it's been longer between seasons... But that time-frame assumption is limited by Alan's high-school graduation too. We're on a time limit on both ends.

The Hood names himself Jeff's friend at some point. He certainly acts like someone, who's spurned enough so "hell hath no fury". The Hood being a Kyrano comes up by the end of S1 - so the boys were either very young to remember Dad's partner, or Jeff kept that part separate from his family.

All the AI hype recently got me thinking... about the canned R.O.B.O.T. project of the GDF. Yeah, they were unable to prioritize etc, but... The Tracies HAVE and actual AI. Of course it's too much and too soon, and too unpredictable to replicate Eos, but John and Brains (and Eos) could have maybe helped perfect ROBOTS programming A BIT? The idea was not all bad. And 5 Tracies + Kayo cannot make up for the amount of rescues ROBOTS could do simultaneously (maybe assisting the local rescue services, who would manage decision making). I just wish more came of it than a completely scrapped project (that probably cost lots of wasted money and person hours).

[katikacreations]

I'm curious, are you still into DuckTales? And were you also disappointed with the lack of character development with Gyro after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' (including the lack of development of his relationship with Boyd and Fenton, as we barely know what their interactions look like)? What were you personally hoping for?

Hey there! Sorry I haven't been around much. Yes, I still love Ducktales! I've been a Disney Duck fan since I was a kid so that love isn't ever going away. I got the deluxe artbook just the other day, and I'm excited to eventually finish the Boyd and Gyro fic... it's just probably going to take awhile. It's a big story and I want to do a good job, telling it well :) But I did feel pretty let down by the end of the series, and the fandom has gotten pretty quiet… Not to mention I've gone through a lot of big life changes, so I haven't had as much time for writing fic or drawing fanart. Yeah I was disappointed by the lack of Boyd and Gyro after they had such a fantastic story in Astro Boyd, but I understand why we didn't get to see them any more - the crew was struggling to try and tie up all their loose ends with the short span of time they had left. But frankly I think they could have done a better job and used their time more wisely, and that some of the things they made episodes about were ideas that should have been in season 2 or 1.... But it is what it is. I think in a lot of ways they were phoning it in during season 3 and so there were some real stinker episodes as a result. I was really hoping to see Dr. Akita come back with FOWL, even if only as a silent cameo, but I knew deep in my heart that we wouldn't get that... Realistically Boyd's presence in the narrative should have been a game changer, he's a powerful ally for the McDuck family, and it would have been much more interesting to see FOWL develop a countermeasure for him, rather than just find the "funniest"way to nerf him in the finale lol. (The combat robot that destroyed a major world city has their head fall off in a plane crash but the flesh and blood children are all completely unharmed?) Hell, I would have accepted "Boyd was damaged in the fight during Tokyolk so we can't take him with us" or something like that, if they really wanted to write him out of the conflict. Or "Boyd jumps out of the plane to deal with the missiles and gets hurt in the process". If I had my way, I would have taken Launchpad's big hero moment and moved it to the Darkwing 2-parter episode, and I would have taken Manny's reveal and put it in the Halloween episode, and that would have improved both of those eps (which were also lacking IMO), and bam, now there's more time to allow Gyro, Fenton and Boyd to do things in the finale.

I know I would have liked to see Boyd helping Huey somehow... and it would have been nice to see Gyro asking Fenton for help and acknowledging his competence... Maybe instead of Launchpad wearing the Gizmosuit, Gyro getting to wear it (since it was originally for him), but then afterwards admitting that it's better if Fenton wears it... Stuff like that! Sorry if this got a bit long and rambly, but I hope it answers some of your questions!

[thecinematicalgorithm]

Manifest Theory #2

Spoiler alert!

In season 2 episode 9 we learned that there is a very real possibility that Flight 828 was in some place other than the world it came from. In a Calling, they witnessed from Al-Zuras’ crews’ point of view that they had been spotted flying through the sky during a great storm. Now my first thought was that what Al-Zuras and his crew had seen was only during a Calling and not during the years they were missing. However, the show seems to want us to believe they were actually somewhere else and there are signs that those who’ve gone missing were some place other than they should have been.

Sign #1 - After Flight 828 went missing there was absolutely no sign of them for 5 1/2 years. With technology these days, and the whole world presumably looking for them, there is no reason why if they had indeed crashed they wouldn’t have been found.

Sign #2 - Griffin’s van was searched for for 3 days with no trace then suddenly appeared.

Sign #3 - The meth-heads bodies could not be found in a small lake despite searching every inch of it. Where the hell did they go before popping up out of the blue?

Sign #4 - Arguably Zeke missing from his cave could be a sign as well. If he had been gone for a year then the snow would have melted and the cave would have been visible to other hikers who may have wondered by and taken a peek inside. If so they would definitely have noticed a body, and the smell. So presumably he wasn’t always in the cave. At least not that cave.

Sign #5 - Cal touching the tail fin in season 3 caused him to disappear and then return, aged up a bit, but returned none-the-less. But again where did he go?

Sign #6 - The pilot and Fiona Clarke went missing in season 1. And the pilot, popped up for a brief few seconds before again disappearing. They have to be some place, am I right?

So now, what does this all mean? If indeed they have all gone some place different the thing that sticks out to me most is that despite their having existed in different centuries, Al-Zuras’ ship and Flight 828 were in the same place at the same time. So if that is true, would it mean that anyone who has gone to this place would have been there with the others as well, no matter when they had been there or for how long? That means, Griffin, Zeke and the meth-heads experienced the same storm and existed in the same place as the ship and the plane. If so, that tells us that time from this world has no meaning in this place. And the saying, “It’s all connected” takes on a whole new meaning.

Further, what are the chances that anyone who’s been to this place has interacted with others aside from the ones they went with? It might explain a little why Michaela felt that Jace knew she was supposed to let him go, even if he wasn’t really aware of it. It could even explain why Zeke and Michaela felt drawn to one another before they had even met. How amazing would it be if they had met in this other place? 

There are tons of questions this would raise if any of this was true. In a show like Manifest any theory, no matter how wild can be thrown onto the table. It’s one of the reasons I love it so much. Let me know what you think, and what theories you might have about the show.

[shadowsndaisies]

codename: nightingale - bereft

Reference: Young Justice Season 1 Episode 9

WC: 4.6k

synopsis: lol don’t sip the koolaide kids! ng is concerned about (1) atlantean and brain blasts are not user friendly.

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codename: nightingale series masterpost

BIALYA September 4th, 00:16 EEST

Your hands were cradling your head as your eyes shot open. Rubbing your temples as you tried to concentrate, despite the constant throbbing, blinding sun, and the unyielding heat. You squinted as you turned around, taking in your surroundings, your lips parted in surprise, all you could see was sand. Your heart started to pound, every direction you turned, all there was, was desert. Your hands slid back over your hair, fingers tracing the outline of your braids as you let out a frustrated groan. 

Nothing was making sense. Why were you in the desert?  Your body froze as you realized how you were dressed, a black bodysuit and a leather jacket. You could see your ring daggers, marble bombs, and escrima sticks, but somehow you felt less safe than ever. You couldn’t remember anything, not how you got here, not even where here was. You took a deep breath and nodded to yourself. You were the Nightingale, a hero of Star City; you could do this. You pulled the jacket off your body and tied it around your waist. Your hair was pulled back by your braids, but the sweat trickled down your neck, and you felt how sticky the heat was making you. Another deep breath and you reached for your phone. It was supposed to be in a lined protective pocket, but there was nothing there. 

“Well, that’s just wonderful,” you mutter, hands moving to your hips as you squint out into the desert. 

You had just started climbing down the rock formation you had woken up on when you heard an explosion go off on your right. Turning, you notice the smoke that has begun to rise. 

“Oh shit,” you sigh; looking down, you gauge the height before shrugging and flipping off the rock. You land in a summersault before standing up and jogging toward the explosion. 

You made it a few miles before you heard the fighter planes. You knew you stood out, a black spec on the plains, but before you could react, you spotted something shoot up from the ground. It was launched up to the fighters, causing them to crash into each other about a mile and a half up. You broke into a sprint, trying to catch up to whoever was up there. You spotted a few people as you got closer, and once you were about 40 yards away, you were able to make the one in the middle out. 

Your body seemed to relax a little as you identified the boy, “KF!” you shouted his name, and the redhead turned back to you. 

He seemed taken aback at first, but as he looked at you, a small smile came to his face as he sped towards you. “NG!” he shouted, and his arms wrapped around you a second later.

“What’s going on, Wally?” you asked, returning his hug and spotting the two other females who were still standing where he had been just a few minutes ago.

“I wish I knew,” he sighed, taking a step back.

“She’s green, like..” you trial focusing on the redheaded girl with green skin who was now smiling directly at you. 

“Yeah, apparently she’s J’ohn’s niece, and we're all teammates,” he says, looking back at the girl.

“Teammates?” you repeat incredulously. 

“Yeah, us four, Rob, and Superboy,” Wally says with quotation marks surrounding the last name. 

“What the hell is a Superboy?” you ask, your eyes narrowing from behind your mask.

A few minutes later, you and Wally rejoined the other two girls, and the martian, M’gann, took the lead. She was bubbly and continued to babble on about the so-called ‘team’ as you all followed after her. The other girl, Artemis, stayed mostly silent as she trudged a bit behind the rest of you. You made eye contact with Wally; this was crazy. You noticed the way Wally’s brow was furrowed and how his eyes kept darting around. Wally West was a jokester without a doubt, but he was also one of your closest friends, and clearly, this was eating at his nerves. How could it not? You stared at Wally a moment longer remembering your first time meeting the other sidekicks. Robin, Wally, and Kaldur. Robin had been silent on Batman’s side but Wally had taken the opportunity to introduce himself. Red hair and a personality that was just as vibrant. Yes, you had Roy, but Wally was the one to show you that these people, these other sidekicks, could be more than peers and colleagues, they could be friends. 

“You know the truly crazy things always happen when you’re around,” you muse, turning to him, and he scoffs but smiles and your smile back. 

“You always know exactly what to say, Birdy,” he chuckles, shaking his head. Maybe he saw through your off-hand comment, but he seemed to appreciate it nonetheless.

“It’s a gift,” you smirk, turning your attention from the redhead and back to the desert.

You walked for a few hours the sun had just set when you heard it, gunshots. Your eyes widened as you turned back to Wally. He seemed to understand because he began nodding his head at you and pulling his goggles down over his eyes. 

“On it,” he assured you, before taking off. 

You took off at your top speed right behind him. When you caught up, you arrived at the scene of a fight and spotted another of your friends, Robin. Both he and Wally were fighting some men in tactical gear, no doubt the ones who were firing their weapons earlier. You noted the markings on the gear and realized they looked an awful lot like Biyalian rebels but couldn’t be sure. Without another thought, you jumped into the fight. You pulled the metal cylinders attached to your utility belt and pulled the pin on each one, allowing them to extend into your escrima sticks. A playful smile donned your lips as you swing them in your hands a few times before rushing a few of the rebels. Methodical swipes, bashes, and kicks were all it took to knock them unconscious. And as soon as M’gann and Artemis had caught up, the archer took out the last one. You gave her an appreciative nod before twirling the escrima sticks once more. 

“KF! Man, it's good to see a familiar face,” Robin says as the two of them do the ‘bro shake.’

“Hey, Rob,” Wally smiles. “Memory loss?”

“Six months,” Robin clarifies, and your small smile leaves your lips as they part in surprise, six months? A lot could’ve happened in six months. 

“Alright, boys, let's hogtie these creeps and compare notes,” you decide, drawing Robin’s attention. 

Rob offered you a sad but hopeful smile as he spotted you, “Hey NG,” his voice was a bit softer than it had been before.

“What’s happening, Boy Wonder?” you joke, placing the escrima sticks on your back harness. 

“Six months’ worth of blank space, you know the usual,” he smirks. 

You scoff and shake your head as he tosses you some rope, and you work together to tie the Bialyan rebels up. You all walk another half-mile before pausing to discuss. M’gann starts up immediately while you and Wally take turns sharing looks with Robin.

“So we're a team?” Robin asks in wonder.

“The five of us, and Superboy,” M’gann clarifies. 

“Then this must be his,” Rob states, pulling a piece of fabric from his belt. 

“Yes! Did you see him?” M’gann asks worriedly. 

“I think we did,” Artemis realized. 

“Feral boy? Some teammate,” Wally scoffed. “He attacked us.”

“He didn't know who we are,” Artemis defended, “I don't know who we are.”

“I remember Batman ordering radio silence. Our team must work for him!” Robin says, and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to make sense of it all.

“How do you know we don't work for my mentor?” KF interject, pointing to the symbol on his chest. When he touched it, his suit reverted from his black stealth suit to its original yellow & red color scheme. Your eyebrow quirks at that in surprise, “Whoa! This is so cool!”

“That’s high-level stealth tech,” you mutter, eyes meeting Robin’s, and he seems to understand; six months wasn’t just a lot of time to be missing; it was too much. Something had obviously happened. 

Wally missed your comment as he continued to play with the new found feature of his suit. The color schemes switched rapidly from yellow & red to black & grey.

“You look ridiculous! Quit touching yourself!” Artemis exasperates, obviously frustrated, slapping Wally’s hand while glaring at him.

“We need our memories back,” you finally say, voice loud enough to talk over the rest, though it held an eerie sort of calm to it. 

Suddenly there’s a flash of light, and you’re standing in some sort of room. The four others were still with you, but your surroundings were purple with floating fragments of memories, moving pictures floating around you. Another bright light appeared, and out of it came M’gann. 

“I brought you into my mind to share what I've remembered so far. But I need your help. Together, our broken memories can form a whole; if you open your minds to mine,” she shares, and you can’t help but mimic her uneasy expression. 

You pause; your thoughts were just that, your own. You didn’t need someone rifling through them, normal therapy was already intrusive enough, but as you look around at the small fragments, you knew that allowing M’gann might be the only way to piece it all together.

“You want to paw through our private thoughts?” Artemis accuses, stepping back from the martian. 

M’gann was quick to correct Artemis, “I have no wish to intrude, but-”

“You need to hack our minds to know what happened to us. Got it. Go,” Robin interrupts with a knowing smile. 

“My brain's all yours. Try not to let its brilliance overwhelm you,” Kf says with a smirk. 

“Or underwhelm you,” you snort, causing him to send you a look, but you were slightly distracted. Why was it so easy for them to agree?

“Hey, why isn't anyone ever just whelmed?” Robin asked suddenly.

Wally walks closer to Artemis and grabs her hand, giving her a small nod, and you can’t help but smile. They seemed like such a good fit. “Past six months only, and only what you need,” Artemis begrudgingly agrees, and everyone's attention shifted to you. 

“I, um,” you stuttered and paused. You know that the right choice would be to say yes, but what if something personal happened? You’ve already been through so much, and so many people still give you pity looks when they hear about your parents. That’s why you wear your mask because you don’t want to deal with those looks anymore. 

“I won’t go anywhere that seems unnecessary, simply memories of our team and how we work together,” M’gann assured you. 

You bite down on your lip again before you feel a hand touch your back. When you look over, you see Rob, his hand moved up to your shoulder and gave a comforting squeeze. You nod and take a deep breath. 

“Okay, go for it,” you exhale.

Blue tentacle-like things sprout from M’gann’s hand and connect to each of your heads. Pictures begin to piece together and flow around you, memories of the past six months coming together like a movie before you...

Memories of Batman’s mission brief come together first.

“The watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyan desert. Spectral analysis revealed elements non-terrestrial in origin. Find out what happened at that site, what landed there. Bialya is a rogue state ruled by Queen Bee and not a member of the League's U.N. Charter. All communications are subject to interception. Maintain radio silence at all times. You'll land in Qurac on Bialya's border, two clicks from the hot site.”

Next, you’re in the desert. You can see yourselves setting up some tech, and then you see as everyone takes their positions for recon. As everything starts to come together, you get this nagging feeling that something seems wrong. Voices began to echo as the flashes switched quicker through the recon. 

“All, clear,” Robin confirmed. 

Artemis’s voice came next, “the Bialyans control the site.”

“Set up here,” your voice rang out. 

 Your brows furrowed. Something was still wrong.

“We'll be up and running in no time,” Wally’s voice accompanied a vision of a screen. “Jackpot! The site's lousy with zeta beam radiation.”

“Detecting non-terrestrial trace elements from the tent,” Robin alerted the team; everyone was standing nearby.

The vision showed M’gann as she stepped forward, “I'll check it out in camouflage mode.”

“Good idea. Go,” someone affirmed.

You finally realized why something seemed wrong. Someone was still missing. 

“Careful,” Superboy pressed. 

“And maintain telepathic contact,” the missing person came to view, and your heart started to race. 

“I will, Aqualad.”

Your eyes flutter open with a gasp as the missing person becomes clear, Kaldur. 

“Aqualad!” the five of you seemed to shout his name in unison as you all come back to reality. 

“Where is he?” you asked calmly, but no response came. “What happened next?” you pushed, your voice now had an edge as you stepped towards M’gann. 

“I don't know! That's the last thing I-we remember,” M’gann says, her tone devastated as she stared at you with wide eyes.  

“What do you mean that’s the last thing?” your eyes narrowed on her while your tone became aggressive. “That can’t be it!” you shouted but were cut off when a hand grabbed your shoulder. 

“NG! Calm down, we’ll find him,” Robin tried to soothe, but you scoffed, shrugging his hand off your shoulder and walking further away. You paused close enough to hear their conversation but kept your back to them as you tried to level your breathing.

“We landed 24 hours ago. If Kaldur’s been wandering the desert that long, well, that's not good for a guy with gills,” Wally trailed, his voice full of uncertainty. 

You let out a low groan and could feel how they were all staring at you. 

You took another deep breath before turning back to them, “we have to find him,” you tell them seriously. 

None of them could understand. How could they? You’d never told them why you were so close, but Kaldur was arguably the person you were closest to on the team. He had done so much for you at a time where you desperately needed the support. You had to find him.

“Now that I know to look for him...” Robin spoke up, causing you to turn to him as he started typing at his holo-computer. “He's close!” Robin shouted, “but he's not moving,” he added, and your heart stuttered. 

Immediately you set off in Kaldur’s direction, allowing Robin to guide you. When you find him, he’s lying on the ground muttering incoherent words. Rushing toward your fallen friend, you drop to your knees. You’re gentle as you lift his head into your lap. Leaning down you hear him mumbling, trying to make sense of his words. He’s speaking in Atlantean, his native tongue, but you could only understand bits and pieces.

M’gann dropped down beside you, “I can't restore his memories in this condition,” she admits gently, and your eyes drop down to your delirious friend. 

“He needs immediate rehydration,” Rob decides. 

Your hands gently wipe at his forehead, “Call the bioship,” your voice cracked a bit as you made the request.

“It's out of range,” she apologized but turned to Wally, “but you can get him there fast.”

“He's too heavy, and I'm too low on fuel,” Wally admitted, and you wince you could hear the exhaustion in his voice as he spoke. “Right now, I couldn't even carry her.”

Artemis scoffs and hits Wally’s shoulder before looking to M’gann, “Why not just levitate him back?”

“I can't,” she argues, and you send her a hard look. She seems taken aback by it before stuttering out an explanation, “I have to find Superboy. Six months ago, he didn't exist. He has no memories. Just animal impulse. I'm the only one who can help him.” 

You drop her gaze once more and have an internal debate with yourself, Superboy is just as much a part of the team as Kaldur is, but at the same time, you feel the need to prioritize your Atlantean friend, which wasn’t fair. You knew that.

“Superboy's indestructible. Just ask those tanks. It's Aqualad who needs your help. Like, now,” Wally urges. 

“No, she’s right,” you croak, and you can feel them all staring at you once more. “Superboy needs her,” you mutter, hands cradling Kaldur’s face.

Your eyes stay on Kaldur, intent on avoiding everybody’s gaze. Suddenly M’gann doubled over, gripping her head as her face contorted in pain. “No! Superboy's in pain!” she shouted, taking off not even a second later. 

“M’gann! Wait!” Artemis shouted after her. 

“We still don't know what erased our memories! It could happen again!” Robin calls out, but it’s of no use; she’s already long gone. 

It’s silent for a moment before you look up, and the other three all had dumbfounded looks on their faces, “Robin,” you call his name flatly, and he turns back to you within seconds. “Do you have the coordinates of the bioship?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” he affirms, pulling up a map for you to see. 

“Good, we gotta get Aqualad there, with or without M’gann,” you tell them. “C’mon, help me make something a gurney or something to carry him,” your voice is leveled as you focus your nerves and anxiety into caring for Kaldur. 

The three all nod at you before you start pulling pieces together. It took a few minutes, but you had a semi-stable gurney. Gently you all work together to lift Kaldur onto the gurney. You picked up one side, and Artemis grabbed the other. Robin took the lead, and Wally was watching our backs as we walked. 

You had made it about a mile when you heard the revving of an engine. 

“Quick, over there,” Robin pointed, checking his map as the car got close. You all ducked behind some rocks. 

Kaldur began murmuring things again; you tried your best to piece it together, but whatever he was saying didn’t seem to make sense. 

“Shh. Kaldur'ahm, quiet now,” you pleaded with the softest voice you could manage, placing your hand to his forehead, and your eyebrows were crinkled from worry. 

“We can't risk a firefight with Aqualad KO’d like this,” Robin said as you spotted rebels pouring out of the cars. 

“It's not just him. I'm way out of juice,” Wally added, and you could hear how out of breath he was. 

“And I'm almost out of arrows,” Artemis added, and you looked away from your unconscious friend to turn to Robin. 

However, you all seemed to notice at the same time that Robin had disappeared.

“Ugh. I forgot how much I hate it when he does the ninja thing,” Wally groaned. 

“Damn it,” you muttered, chewing on your bottom lip. It wasn’t a good idea for anyone to be on their own, not right now. “Artemis, keep an eye on Aqualad,” you decided, pulling out your escrima sticks and handing them to her.

“Woah, woah, woah, where do you think you’re going?” Wally stopped you. 

“And why are you giving me these?” Artemis gaped at you. 

“You said it yourself, Wally, you running on empty, Artemis is out of arrows, he and I are the only ones trained formally in hand to hand,” you remind them. “Trust me when I say that I don’t need the sticks to do damage, but you can use them if you need to, okay?” you assure them. 

“This is a horrible idea,” Wally countered. 

“Maybe,” you shrug, “but someone’s gotta keep an eye on the Boy Idiot,” you muse before running off. 

You may not have been dressed especially stealthy for the desert, but now that it was dark, the black in your costume melded with the shadows, offering you perfect stealth. You spotted Robin with relative ease; then again, that’s only because you knew precisely where he would hide. You slowly crept up to Robin, crouching down beside him, so you had a better view. 

“What’s the plan?” you ask softly. 

“Thought you would’ve stayed with Kaldur,” he said, eyeing you through his mask. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you turn, narrowing your eyes on him.

“Nothing, let’s just drop these closer to them,” he stated, moving over the topic and handing you a few of his birdarangs. 

He ran off in one direction, and you did the same in the other. You dropped the birdarangs in two groups to lure the Bialyan rebels further away before circling back to Wally and Artemis. 

“Oh, like you're the goddess of congeniality,” you heard Wally state sarcastically, and your eyebrow rose as you made eye contact with Robin. 

“Yeesh. Get a room,” Robin mused. 

“Dude, where were you?” Wally reared. 

“Breaking radio silence,” Robin smirked as his stupid laugh started echoing from the birdarangs; a boom quickly followed. 

“That's our cue, move!” you tell them, picking up one end of the gurney as Artemis grabbed the other side, and you took off once again. 

It was silent as you walked. Eventually, your arm started to hurt, and as you were switching it to the other, Wally came up to you.

“I got it, take a break,” he told you, grabbing the gurney from your hand.  

“Thanks, Wall,” you smile, moving your hand to his shoulder and squeezing it.

“No problem, but uh, talk to Robin. He’s been in a bit of a mood since your freak out about Kaldur,” he nudged. 

You simply nodded before falling in step with the Boy Wonder, who had been leading the way. 

“What did you mean?” you asked suddenly, your voice just a little louder than a whisper as you stared at him.

“What?” he asked, looking at you for a moment before turning his gaze back to the map and then the horizon. 

“When you mentioned Kaldur, you seemed….bitter?” you offered, unsure if any other descriptor would fit his tone. 

“It’s nothing, just didn’t realize the two of you were so close,” he muttered. 

“Well, yeah. He’s supported me through a lot. He was also one of the biggest advocates I had when Dinah sent me to Atlantis,” you admit thoughtfully. 

“You spent time in Atlantis?” he asked, pausing suddenly. 

You nodded and smiled, “I thought you knew, being a detective with access to my file,” you joked. 

“I never read your file,” he admitted, which honestly shocked you. 

“A few years after Dinah adopted me, the, uh, thugs who killed my parents broke out of prison during a riot. I went to this dark place inside my head. My actions were dangerous and could’ve cost me or somebody else their lives. Dinah decided to get me as far away as she could manage. So she asked Aquaman if I could spend some time in Atlantis until they caught the thugs again,” you explained briefly. 

He didn’t say anything, but he nodded, waiting for you to continue as you made a turn around a rock formation. 

“I was in Atlantis for about a year. Kaldur played a big part in helping me settle. He also protected me from a lot of hate that Atlanteans threw my way. I was an outsider, after all. He became my big brother, kind of like Roy,” you smile softly at the thought.

Robin opened his mouth, but his computer beeped, and you looked up. You could see the bioship as it deactivated from camouflage mode. 

“C’mon, let’s get him in there,” you decide, clearing your throat, as the four of you sprint the rest of the way, carrying Kaldur in.

As soon as you entered the Bioship, Robin and KF set Kaldur on a medical bed that materialized for them, and you quickly got the necessary supplies to help him. You had connected him to an IV that would help him rehydrate before conjuring a chair to sit beside him. 

Artemis had just set up the second saline bag when you all heard M’gann’s voice. 

“I've got Superboy. He's back to normal, and we're on our way,” you let out a sigh of relief as you heard her.

Kaldur, on the other hand, shot up. He had absorbed a fair amount of nutrients, and his vitals seemed a lot better, “who are you, and how did you get inside your head?” he shouted. 

“Hello, M’gann! Aqualad's memories! I knew I forgot something,” she chirped, and you couldn’t help but snort as you watched Kaldur’s fingers come up to rub his temples, the panic in his eyes replaced with familiarity and slight discomfort. 

“Just relax, K, we got you,” you promised, pushing him back to lie down, his eyes locked with mine before he did as requested.  

“Al kalistosei, e dinha fela,” he muttered, and that you did understand. 

You smiled as he shut his eyes once more. ‘Thank you, dearest friend,’ was the English translation. You squeezed his hand in response. 

“Anytime, Kaldur’ahm,” you assure him before moving back toward your seat.

“Aw, man. I didn’t get a souvenir from the mission,”  Wally complained telepathically, and you couldn’t help but snort in response. 

“Don't worry. Got the souvenir thing covered,”  M’gann promised in what sounded like amusement, though it was a bit cryptic. 

MOUNT JUSTICE September 5th, 3:22 EST

Aqualad was deemed okay by all scans, which was reassuring. Everyone spread out to shower and clean up, after doing your best to get rid of all the sand that had snuck into your clothes you were ready to head home. Your head still ached and you couldn’t wait to get some sleep. You were walking through the halls headed toward the zeta tubes when a hand grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you into an empty room.

You opened your mouth to complain but cut yourself off as you realized it was Robin, “Rob, I’m totally drained and really want to go home,” you said softly instead. 

“Yeah, you can. I just… I never read your file because anything I learn about you, I want it to be from you,” he said thoughtfully, and your cheeks twinged with a red color. The small smug smile on his lips told you that he noticed. 

“If you ever want to know something, Robin. All you have to do is ask,” you promise.

“I'm sorry I acted weird about Kaldur,” he continued. 

“It’s cool the way I was acting could be easily taken out of context, especially if you don’t know the history behind it,” you shrug, and he smiles. 

It’s silent for a moment while you stare at each other through your sunglasses. “I’ll walk you out,” he decides, leading you back to the door. 

Robin stayed beside you as he escorted you to the zeta tubes. His hand was barely touching yours as you walked, and there was a soft smile stuck on your lips as you punched in the coordinates. 

“I’ll see you soon, Rob,” you offer him one last smile before walking into the zeta tube.

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S5 Ep 15 Pt 1: The Gang Gets Lost in India

Ah, back to Yugioh classic. Sort of. We’re going into the second filler arc before Bakura, which I have been told is kind of nonsense. And youknow what, from the first scene--this is the first scene by the way--yeah I can see the nonsense.

We got Yami cosplaying as the Chrysler building, we got Yugi saying WTFWTF, we got...this thing?

This thing tells us “Join my game, Yugi!” and then the demon just kinda bounces.

K, bye, I guess.

(read more under the cut)

Waking up from this nightmare, Yugi reveals that he has outgrown his good pajamas. Or maybe he just overused them like I did to my favorite pajamas during quarantine (which, not gonna lie, I hand sewed my favorite pajama pants back together 2 or 3 times like they were the Velveteen Rabbit. Quarantine pajamas and me were like best buds for a year there.)

RIP Yugi’s good pajamas.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I can get used to Yugi in his normal ass old man pajamas without any cute stars on them. I can accept this. He’s getting older. So much older that for a second I thought he was learning Hebrew, by the looks of his books on his counter. I thought...wow, is Yugi actually attempting to learn a language spoken around the time of ancient Egyptians???

But uh...I went a searching and unfortunately that’s not Hebrew, and if that is a language, I don’t know what it is. Pretty sure it’s just random marks because this show has to be translated in so many languages. Man. For a second there that looked like really sneaky world building, but nah, Yugi is still kind of a dumbass who has yet to attend a solid year of school.

Also, I got to take in this mustard yellow as if I’ve seen it for the first time.

It has strong building blocks energy. It’s...so much yellow and it’s extremely the vibe of that one set of animal crossing decorations that I have because it’s a very common recipe, but, can’t figure out for the life of me how to fit into any room.

What am I supposed to do with these, Nintendo? Other than recreate Yugi’s Muto’s haunted game store/house?

Like I live in the Bay area and we have wild painted houses so you can see them through the fog (back when we...still had fog, RIP California) --but this is a little much. This is such strong Protagonist energy but as a house.

Also, I’ve don’t think I’ve brought this up before, but like...Yugi is loaded, right? Like he’s way too good and humble to ever say he’s loaded, and they sort of make it seem like he’s not (when compared to Seto Kaiba) but damn, this location of his real estate sure is something. That and Grandpa’s tiny shop seems to run on a constant deficit and his family just doesn’t care.

We flash back a bit to Gramps sneaking out, and Yugi is like “oh great, my only Father figure I ever talk about is getting a backpack together and just...leaving without any notice, huh? Without telling me you were going to go? Didn’t think that would maybe be a little off putting?“ and Gramps is like “Yes?”

Like Gramps nearly died going to an amusement park a few episodes back so I can see why Yugi is a little bit concerned.

Down the street at a little town lottery, Joey is getting further into gambling (I don’t know what those little street lotteries are called, it’s in a lot of anime--but kinda looks like mom lotteries for moms.)

I’m not sure why India is on Joey Wheeler’s bucket list, seems a little random, but he went to Pegasus’ country, after all and that’s barely even a country.

Joey going nuts on a lottery machine instead of going to school was pretty peak filler, so I’m not really minding this stuff so far.

And then, just to spook me, check this out:

I can’t believe they even let them back into a classroom. In my nerd school, if you missed one too many days, you were sent to the bad schools to be someone else’s problem. But in Yugi’s case...that either IS his school or...Yugi is failing International School, which is just a thing he’s allowed to do, because, as I said before, this kid has got to be loaded. Even Seto Kaiba was like “I’m not spending money on this school anymore. That outfit is like 50 bucks a jacket.”

Youknow, I have seen all the other characters knock on Tea’s choice of cute ass monsters for the last 5 seasons, and she has never once changed them out. She is holding onto this scary seraphim thing with the many wings like every child with their first Pidgey. She does not care.

Also how is this thing cute?

like the front of this orb has a face with hearts on it but like...it is kind of remarkable what Yugioh decides is cute. Magma golem: not cute. this thing? This thing that looks like it’s a chibi version of the last chapters of the bible and will sound the trumpets of the second coming? So cuuuuute.

Tristan used to be the Janitor/hall monitor/square archetype. Like hell he can walk around with that 00′s R+B soundtrack.

Joey appears in order to get us the hell out of school, and the art team retires this school background for the rest of what I assume is this entire series.

Goodbye school. Maybe you’ll come back with Bakura. Which would be weird, since rumor is that arc takes place in ancient Egypt.

On their walk home, Tea lets out in an inner monologue that no one could hear that after 5 straight seasons of his BS, she’s sick and tired of Pharaoh being the center of attention all the time and she needs a freakin break.

TBH, as she was thinking in her head like “Pharoah is just so freakin much” Yugi switched over to Pharaoh and was like “WHATS UP TEA, THINKING ABOUT ME??” and I thought for a split second maybe he read her mind with his Pharaoh powers.

And like...maybe he did? Seems like a thing he can just do but chooses not to tell anyone about. I mean would you tell anyone? I wouldn’t.

So, unlike Miho in Season Zero, who at least had the decency to try to take her Mother to Australia, Joey Wheeler has wisely decided that the 3 other ticket holders will not be the 3 other members of his immediate family. That would have been the most awkward trip between Serenity, his mother he hasn’t really spoken to in 7 years, and his absent father who was written out of the series for being a raging alcoholic. They would have not even made it to the plane.

Instead he’s gonna take the ghost in Yugi’s head and call that an adult (two tickets in one, really). It’s honestly not that bad of a plan, since his only other father figure, Grandpa, is MIA, and his only other, other father figure, Roland, charges like 300 dollars an hour and wants stock options and health insurance.

And honestly they should have taken Roland because he’s one of their best plane guys.

So they take the smallest little Amelia Earheart plane in the world, going from Japan to (checks map) India...which 2 times the distance this plane can go and it crashes...which is exactly what would happen if you took a teeny tiny plane over the Himalayan mountains without refueling that thing.

We call this a magical incident later in the episode, but this is just basic math.

So, fun fact, (and probably why I discuss planes so often on this blog) two of my Grandfathers were pilots (well, three, since my grandmother remarried another pilot), which sounds like a crazy coincidence until you recall that their generation was in WW2 and we just shoved children in planes for 20 years and called that normal.

Anyway, to save on travel costs, my engineer Grandfather built his own plane out of junkyard parts, which, as you can imagine, is a living nightmare, and it was held together by like duct tape and gasoline (which at one time used to be cheap). Tempted God every day that Howls Moving Castle touched the sky.

And while I only know it from photos since I wasn’t exactly born yet, it looked exactly like this plane. So looking at this, all I can think is...yeah...that’s what you get for flying to India in a tin can car. To this day I cannot trust any plane of this size.

So, they climb out of their wreckage virtually unscathed and into familiar Californian territory.

At least Joey thought about bringing a tent.

It’s interesting how our cast has become so accustomed to this that they’re not even all that shell shocked. It’s just another day in the life.

So next time we shall find out what India has in store for us. Or if we’re even in India...because again...feels a lot like this BG team doesn’t do any research into their landscapes and every place feels a whole lot of the same. But...at least they didn’t put any Arizonan mesas in India.

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Grey's Anatomy season 17×7 review

...... I, please can someone sedate me.

I never expected this in a million years. I thought after last season the main character death was spared.

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Deluca (Rip)

The shocker of the night. They were just playing with my emotions the whole night. The whole time he was stalking the red headed woman I was on the edge of my seat. I was so scared how he was moving so rash with everything my mind was all over the place. First I thought they were going to get caught. Then when the police and the rest of the Station 19 brigade showed up in time to catch her I was relieved. I almost thought the worst was over until I realized he was stabbed, then I was nervous but at the same time it wasn't a major concern for me, I just thought he was going to join Meredith on the beach and tell her to wake up and all would be right with the world again and after he was taken into surgery, for a few precious moments, all WAS right with the world then it all went bad he started crashing but the hope was still there because Jo's patient was also crashing and when she died I figured they couldn't kill two people just like that right? RIGHT? well I was wrong. The moment when his mother appeared on the beach and he said he had to go then it was when it really hit me that he was actually going to die well that and the sand castle being destroyed part.

The only thing that saved it was that at least he died knowing that he stopped that red headed brute and saved a lot of kids in the process so he didn't actually die for nothing. But even so his death still hit me hard I sat in shock for a good few minutes after the episode. They made him an attending, get help with his mania episodes and begin the path of being an excellent doctor just to kill him off.

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Carina

They finally cashed in that regulars card for more Carina screen time but not the way I hoped. She and Deluca were very close so I know that his death will hit her hard but at least Maya has been there for her every step of the way and I know that she will be there to help Carina through it.

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Jo

Became very invested in her parent and her baby, she got so passionate about it and worked hard to advocate for her patient to see her baby, even though she had to get rough with her superior it's a shame it was all in vain and the mother died before she could even see her baby. (Grey's was just playing with my emotions all night.) I have a feeling Jo will be adopting the baby soon enough. The father signed away the rights and her mother is dead. Plus they've been going down the Jo and babies route for a long time now, with the being a safe haven and then the switching specialities talk it all was for something and she was very invested with the mother and baby from the beginning.

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Teddy/Owen/Tom

The love triangle continues to this day. Tom told Teddy he's ready to move on and I really hope he is this time because she has been jumping ships too much. Someone had to sail away. Maybe Tom can find someone else to move on to, or something else to occupy his time with, something less painful. My hope isn't up too high because he's sung the same song before and was right back where he started.

Owen said he only called Teddy because he owed it to Deluca but I'm not buying it. He was very insistent on Teddy being there and the slight smile he gave her at the end of the surgery said otherwise as well, but he's angry which he very well should be so I guess we'll see what happens from here.

Teddy is still having a hard time both of the men she loved have rejected her which will hopefully give her some time to stop and think about what she actually wants. Shes having a rough time with everyone in the hospital and now that Tom has let her go.i just hope she can find comfort in someone or something else because I'm sure she's under a lot of steer right now.

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Maggie

Did t have much of a plot. But Winston is in Seattle and they made the most of it by spending most of the time in her hotel room until Jackson came to get her so they could let her know about Meredith. Yikes a tough choice there. But on the bright side at least now she has someone to be there for her through the whole Meredith situation. Usually Maggie is the support but now she can actually have someone to support her. I wish her the best of luck. May the Grey's relationship curse skip her and her new beau.

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Link and Amelia

Not much here today, Link was the usual supportive partner and good father although he's also panicking at the potential loss of Meredith and the 3 kids that would come with it which is understandable. Meanwhile Amelia was trying to figure out the best way to tell the kids about Meredith. She has come such a long way from the woman who brought Derek a guy with a tumor who she met on the plane.

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Nico and Levi

Are slowly but surely getting closer, I saw a little bit of pre jerk Nico, but he still has a long way to go. I'm hoping for a happy ending though.

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Jackson

Was not even carrying on the works of Mark Sloan this episode but did create so tension between him and Maggie's new boyfriend.

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Webber

Is just trying to hold the hospital together at this point.

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Bailey

Finally came down from her working after trauma obsession and got some much needed rest. Its adorable how she just slept by Meredith's bed the whole time and the way she immediately panicked and got up to check Meredith when Webber told her something happened was sweet. They've had their ups and downs but they're also always there for each other.

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Meredith

Is still on the beach. This time she spent it with Deluca I really hope she can leave that beach soon. The longer she's there the more nervous I become. Hopefully Derek can tell her go to hell home next week when he returns to the beach.

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The episode was a roller coaster ride, I really wasn't expecting Deluca to still die. I figured he was the one that they had planned to kill last year but it still hurt.

Questions of the night.

1. What's going to happen now with the trafficking ring? I know they got them but now they're also responsible for murder and I want an eye for an eye.

2. Will Meredith finally get her ass of that beach? It's been long enough.

3. Is Jo going to adopt her patient's baby?

4. How is Carina going to take the death of her baby brother who she practically raised?

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