#hmmm interesting I see the denial angle better now

[aphverse-confessions]

about laurance dying:

im pretty sure laurance did die because vylad confirms that there is no way to be transformed without dying but idk how much we can trust vylad on that

laurance says he didn’t though. he actively denies that he is truly dead.

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Feathers Reacts: Motorcity - Episode 13 (kind of) - Reunion (definitely)

Hey howdy hello! I'm swapping onto the new viewing order as mentioned in my last post! So this episode is Reunion, labeled Episode 15 in the old viewing order.

Also, I figured out that it's stupid easy to take screenshots using VLC media player (shift + S) and consequently I have a bunch of silly photos to illustrate my ramblings, which brings me great joy.

Episode 13 (15) Thoughts:

Lemme start off by saying that I love sharp-toothed propaganda!Mike. Take your sharp-angled cartoon boy and give him even more angles. A+

Kane is pretty angry at being . . . kidnapped? Dictatornapped? Anyway, his anger seems genuine, but it cannot possibly be this simple. Is he acting??

Oh I guess not, but now we're gonna see more of Deluxe!

Julie, to Mike: In the meantime, be careful up there! Mike: Aren't I always? Everybody else: *VIGOROUS DENIAL*

And he's so surprised by their response, look at that face! XD

Dutch, to ROTH: Stay out of trouble! ROTH: *Happy whirr* *Salute!* I love this little robot so much. (●´□`)♡

I wanted to take a screenshot of Mike with his hand covering Chuck's mouth but I caught a really goofy moment where Mike is in the middle of making a "th" sound and his tongue is sticking out. 🤣

Deluxe is really not very pedestrian friendly; somebody needs to tell Kane about designing livable urban environments.

Looks like Julie isn't the only one with strained family relations! Oh boy, Dutch!

These wanted posters sure are something! Sharp teeth for Mike and Dutch, but what, no fangs for Chuckles?

Chuck: *having a full-on panic attack, gasping for breath* Claire: Is he okay? Mike, oblivious: Yeah, he does this sometimes. :) Uhhhhhh Mike??? Did Chuck tell you that this was just something that happens sometimes and not to worry about it???

Hmmm the Gordy family politics are super interesting. The parents don't support Kane, but they "believe in Deluxe." What does that mean?? It seems like they believe that in the future the people of Deluxe will overthrow Kane. But, uh, are they working towards that in any way? They apparently didn't have contact with Dutch for over a year - which, you know, maybe they couldn't figure out how to get in touch, that's totally plausible.

Claire, you half-hearted revolutionary, how I love you!

The elevator music while they're sitting in Claire's pod is killing me XD

Mike: Your pod won't get a scratch, alright, I'll treat it like it was Mutt! Claire: Wait, doesn't Mutt get wrecked all the time?? Mike: . . . well, yeah . . . but we always fix her up better than before!

Tooley has Kane dolls?? Oh my god

Dutch talking to Dar - oh man - I think the experience of losing a family member off the conspiracy deep end is something that a lot of people find relatable, possibly even moreso now than when this show came out.

Chuck, I really don't think Claire is interested. Chill, please. Don't make her uncomfortable.

Aaaaaaand Dar is playing Rolfe to the Burners' Von Trapps.

Well, if the whole Deluxe grid is down due to power surges, is it too much to hope that all of the bots are down as well?

Mike is a much more successful version of Captain Von Trapp in convincing Dar to abandon his alliance to the military regime.

Aaaaand now Mike is flying a cube hooked up to Mutt. This can only end in EXTREME SPORTS.

Mike just referred to Motorcity by its initials, M.C. I don't think I've heard anyone else do that in the show so far - maybe I missed it!

YEAH JULIE!!! The countdown here actually created a lot of tension, the whole sequence was fantastically well done!

Holy shit, Dutch had to beat up Dar in order to give him a cover story. That's . . . kind of dark if you think about it too hard, actually. Ain't that just the way with most children's cartoons, though?

Texas, to Mike and Dutch: If you two chicks are done holding hands and whatnot, howbout you help me with the new and improved Stronghorn cannon? Texas, be a dear and unlearn some stuff. Cripes.

Can we appreciate how fantastically evil Kane looks in Dar's posters?

And now we get much better décor. :)

Concluding Thoughts:

I'm glad we got some more insight into Dutch and his backstory! The whole Gordy family and their political views are kind of fascinating. I don't necessarily think we were meant to dive too deeply into the implications of their beliefs, but I'm here ten years late with popcorn and living in a political climate that has been dramatically altered by events within the past decade, so let's have fun with it!

Unlike Claire, Mr. and Mrs. Gordy actively denounce Kane (at least, to Dutch) and do perceive the laws of Deluxe to be infringing on the freedoms of its people. However, from what we can see, they've arguably done less to support the resistance.

Now this is partially because Dutch deliberately fell out of contact with them, whereas Julie sees Claire every day. Thus, Claire has more opportunities to passively help the Burners than Dutch's parents. Also, it's not like political opposition to Kane is easy - it would risk their lives, and the life of their youngest son.

The thing that really interests me, though, is the phrase Mr. Gordy used: "I believe in Deluxe." I interpret that as a belief in the people of Deluxe, a belief that they will rise up and overthrow Kane. Leaving aside the question of how or when, it's an interesting thing to say when only part of this show is focused on the internal politics of Deluxe - a lot of it is focused on Deluxe's outwards aggression towards Motorcity. And yet ultimately they're sort of the same city? There are some real life analogies I think that could be drawn here, but I'm gonna leave that for some other time and some other format than my stream-of-consciousness reflections.

[daemongal]

A B C, easy as one two V! (Part 9)

Hey again! We’re almost done with these now and today we’ll cover U and V (only two but I wanted to get some content out for ya’ll). NSFW ahead!

You can find previous entries to this series from my [masterlist]!

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U = Unfair 

V’s fingers retreated from your heat once more as you groaned in disappointment once more, your body aching to be touched but not getting enough stimulation to take you over the edge like you so desperately needed.

“Come ooooooon V!” You whined, throwing your head back against the pillows and rattling your arm restraints against the headboard. “How wasn’t that good enough? It was pretty much word for word.”  

In hindsight, you very much regretted your decision of asking V to be your private tutor. You thought given his extensive knowledge and interest in poetry that he’d help you study and memorise the poems needed for your test in a few days. When he said he would tutor you on a reward-based system before crashing his lips into yours, you could do nothing but accept his offer. Once your wrists were restrained however, that was a different story.

“’Pretty much word for word’ will not get you the grade you so rightly deserve my sweet. Until you have recited it precisely as written, there’ll be no reward for you; it is as we agreed.” You sighed, face contorting into a pout.

“Well, if you didn’t have your tongue half way down my throat when you asked maybe I would have tweaked the terms of our agreement slightly.” V chuckled in response, fingers grazing your core once more as your whole body shuddered.

“Now, once again from the top.” You cleared your throat, breath hitching as his fingers started to slowly press against your entrance.

“Ah, sunflower weary of time, who countest the steps of the sun; seeking after that sweet golden cli-ahh-me,”  

Your voice stuttered as a single finger pushed into you slowly, your body shivering in anticipation.  

“where the t-traveller’s journey is done; w-where the youth pined away with desire-ahh.”

His finger curled, pressing against your walls exactly where you needed it. Your back arched and your voice broke at his finger kneading intently against your insides.

“You’re doing exquisitely so far, love. Now, please continue.” You fought to keep your eyes open and your thoughts coherent as your legs spasmed reflexively against the sheets. You gulped and took a deep breath.

“a-and the pale virgin shrouded in s-snow, arise from th-their graves and ahh!”  

A second finger joined the first, the pace quickening as you gripped the headboard to ground yourself. Sweat began to trickle from your brow as your eyes fluttered shut, only to reopen in shock a moment later as teeth grazed your ear.

V had moved himself up over you in the moment when your concentration lapsed, his head how resting in the crook of your shoulder, breath against your neck.

“Almost there love; you’re so close.” His deep voice in your ear sent your world spiralling as his expert fingers toyed with your insides perfectly. You were close in more ways than one but you knew you needed to finish the recital; you couldn’t take any more denial.

“a-arise from their g-graves and aspire, where my S-sunflower wishes to go-oooooh!”  

His thumb pressed against your clit, circling it in time with the thrusts of his hand. Your back arched as a question remained on the tip of your tongue.

“Th-there, I did it r-right. C-can I...please?” Your voice was raspy as you gasped for breaths, his pace slowing momentarily, holding you on the brink torturously.

“Hmmm...” V hummed against your ear, before running his tongue up the outer shell. “it sounded divine, love. I couldn’t have recited it better myself.” His quickened his pace again, pushing you back towards your high, his curled fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb brushing against you’re engorged clit before eventually, he threw you over the edge.

“Ahhhhh, V!” You moaned his name as you reached your peak, the pleasure washing over you as you pushed your head back against the pillow. Your thighs squeezed his hand as his fingers guided you gradually through the waves before your body collapsed, legs dropping to the side.  

V reached up and unclasped your wrists, holding them lightly and pressing his lips gently against the red marks left behind, before lowering them to the bed at your side.  

“Let me... let me tell you one thing.” You started breathlessly. “I-I won’t be forgetting that poem anytime soon.” You giggled, your body feeling giddy from the afterglow. “You’re an excellent tutor V.” He leaned on one elbow on his side, fingers tracing light patterns against your skin, eyes glancing over your body adoringly.  

“Oh the work was all yours my love. You have too much self-doubt.” You looked over to meet his gaze, a puzzled look on your face. He chuckled once more at your expression. “You already knew the poem, love. I merely helped you master it.”  

“W-wait... what?!” You stared at him as a lopsided smirk spread up his cheek.  

“You already knew the words love. You only believed that you didn’t. By the fifth time, you knew that you had recited it correctly, I only wished to instil that confidence in you.” Your mouth dropped open as the realisation hit you.

“You mean every time you told me it was wrong you were... lying?”

“Teasing is the word, love. If you wish for me to be honest...” Without warning V flipped you onto your stomach, pinning your hands once more above your head as he kneeled over your legs. He leaned his face down to yours, pressing his hips and hardened arousal against your rear, lips touching against your ear once more.

“... I was enjoying your impassioned recital so much, I wished for it to never end.”

V = Volume 

“Ahh, V. Mmmff.” V’s hand covered your mouth, muffling the sounds that you couldn’t hold back.  

Nero grumbled in his sleep from the futon at the other side of the room as V stopped moving his hips momentarily. The 3 of you had decided it would be best to rest at an abandoned hotel not far from where your most recent job was and wait until morning to rendezvous with Nico.  

You and V had been seeing each other secretly for a while now, but thought it would be best to keep it to yourselves for the time being until the current shitstorm has passed.

“Hush love. We don’t want to be getting caught now do we?” His words were whispered against your ear as he held your body still against his. You took a few deep breaths as you shook your head sheepishly.  

“It’s your fault.” You muttered quietly into his hand. He began to move his hips again suddenly, his pace slow to avoid causing too much movement, but the angle hitting into you perfectly. You could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you with smooth, deep thrusts.  

He was spooning you from behind, both of you on your sides as his hips hit against your ass with each thrust. His lips were against your ear, breathing heavily and whispering sweet nothings to you in between breaths.

“Oh you always take me so well, my sweet. It’s a shame you cannot let out your voice, it is not my desire to muffle your wonderful song.” You let out a gasp as he pushed his cock into you more harshly, the movement of his hips becoming stronger as your body moved slightly with each thrust.

His fingers slipped in between your lips as they opened causing a spark of arousal to shoot through you. V couldn’t hold back a groan a he held you tight, moving your body into his own to meet each thrust as you closed your lips around the digits in an attempt to hold the moans building in your throat as you approached your peak.  

He pulled out of you suddenly, removing his hand from your mouth and using it to pull on your hip.

“Turn over please love.” You were happy to oblige, flipping onto your other side. He lifted one of your legs, placing himself in between them as you wrapped your arms around his torso and your legs around his hips. Quickly, he seated himself back in you, shuffling to move closer before beginning his movements again.

From the new position, you were able to pull yourself to meet each of his thrusts, allowing for more movement as you quickly closed in on your peak again. With how much the sheets were shuffling over your bodies, if Nero woke up there’d be no mistaking what you were both getting up to, which just made it all the more thrilling to you.  

“V... I-I'm close.” Your breathing was ragged as you pressed your forehead against his.

“A-as am I love. P-please, your lips; or I fear I will w-wake him.” You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a heated kiss, mouths open and tongues pressed together. You moaned against his lips as his thrusts became quicker and more erratic, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

With a few more deep thrusts, V moaned into your mouth and tensed as he spilled his seed inside of you, the action being the last thing to push you over the edge as you clung to him, his arms around your shoulders tightening as you rode out your highs together, muffled moans being caught in each other's mouths.

You slowly pulled your lips away, grabbing a few heavy breaths, pressing your forehead to V’s as he did the same. Your bodies both stiffened as you heard shuffling from the futon, freezing in place as you waited for any sign he was awake.  

“Mmm not deadweight Dante, fuck you...” He muttered under his breath followed by light snores as you both sighed in relief before chuckling, running your hands through V’s hair, upset at the thought of having to de-tangle your bodies.  

He pulled out of you, leaving an empty sensation behind before pulling you closer and cradling you in his arms, lulling you to sleep with soft motions of his fingers against your skin and his quiet rhythmic breaths.

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Poem was “Ah, Sunflower” by William Blake :) Next part should be the last. 

Just FYI, I may be skipping the letter X because I am stumped for what to do with the prompt X-ray and I don;t know what else starts with X that I could write around.... =/

Thanks for reading!!

[grrlinthefireplace]

3,13,17,18 for the Salty asks

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

I’m pathologically conflict-averse, so I think the only times I’ve outright unfollowed someone were if they were being cruel or harassing or attacking me or people I know.  That happens pretty rarely.  If the person isn’t a troll or an asshole, but just has opinions that get under my skin, I prefer to hit the “mute” button.  And I definitely know there are people who have muted me for my fandom opinions (specifically multi-shipping), which I’m perfectly fine with.  Then we just exist in our own little bubbles and don’t have to get annoyed and like if we cross paths we can be civil but everyone’s blood pressure stays low.  I like a lot of things other people don’t like, and that’s perfectly fine with me - you don’t have to ship every obscure rare pair I’m into for us to be friends - but if you tend to bitchily subtweet about things I love, I’m going to cheerfully mute you and move on with my life so my social media sphere remains unpolluted by buzzkills.  I heartily recommend this strategy to everyone.

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Hmmm, well, you didn’t specify a character so I guess I’ll just pick one.  One of my MOST unpopular opinions would be the fact that I 100000% think Pike should have lived.  I hate how they edited all the nuance out of Pike, but there was something there that I really loved and wanted to explore more; I would have loved so much to see Pike now having to deal with sharing space with the Grounders and being one clan, or how his relationships with people like Indra and Kane and Bellamy could have deepened over S4.  I just loved him so much and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him and I feel like there was a lot more story there to tell.  And tbh there are pieces of Jaha’s arc that could be really interesting if they had altered the angle of approach and given them to Pike and had Jaha die when the City of Light shut down.  The sneaky shit is obviously all Jaha, so that plot thread would have to shift a little, and then obviously we couldn’t have all the great Jake callbacks, but the idea of Pike and Clarke teaming up as Arkadia leaders would be fascinating.

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of Clexa being canon, I would have gone with Princess Mechanic.  I miss their relationship and that amazing S1/S2 chemistry so much and they’ve hardly had any time together this season, but it remains my #1 Clarke f/f ship.  (I mean, in fic world, you all know I’m Doctor Mechanic AF, but in canon I want Kabby and Kabby only, so don’t worry, it wouldn’t get weird.)

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

The idea that “popular” equals “better” needs to die.  Do you know how many terrible ideas throughout history have been popular?  It’s not a barometer for anything.  “Other people like a thing” and “I like a thing” are unrelated statements.  And shipping is SO PERSONAL, people’s tastes are what they are for all kinds of different reasons, so if you don’t like the popular ship in your fandom all that means is that that ship doesn’t do it for you.  It should never be used as a measure of how worthy you are to be part of the fandom or to make you feel less than everybody else. LOVE, A SALTY KABBY SHIPPER WHO GETS REAL TIRED OF THE DISCOURSE THAT THE 100 FANDOM CONSISTS OF TWO GROUPS AND TWO GROUPS ONLY, AND NO ONE OUTSIDE THOSE TWO GROUPS COULD POSSIBLY EXIST OR MATTER