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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months ago

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Queer Sports Romance Books Recs For Pride Month 🌈 (all are books I've either read or currently have on my own tbr list)

Hockey

Rookie Recovery (Bobcat Boys #1) by Jemma Croft and Lex Veia [mlm]

Vancouver Orcas interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Hometown Hero (Whistleport Hockey #1) by Declan Rhodes [mlm]

Hockey Guys interconnected series by Sarina Bowen [mlm]

Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt [mlm]

Fake Boyfriend interconnected series by Eden Finley [mlm]

Caught off Guard by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Chicago Thunder interconnected series by Jodi Oliver [mlm]

Don't Look Down (Best Laid Plans #1) by Jessica Ann [mlm]

Hockey Ever After interconnected series by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James [mlm]

Love & Other Inconveniences by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid [mlm]

Relationship Goals interconnected series by Brigham Vaughn [mlm]

Light Up the Lamp by Kit Oliver [mlm]

Puckboys interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Hot Shot (Orlando Storm #1) by Marissa James [mlm]

Breakaway partially-interconnected series by E.L. Massey [mlm]

Delay of Game interconnected series by Hannah Henry [mlm]

Offsides interconnected series by J.J. Mulder [mlm]

Roughing (Portland Seabirds #1) by Michaela Grey [mlm]

Stick Side interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Let's Do This (IFU Hockey #1) by Loren Leigh [mlm]

CU Hockey interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Back to Center (Mohegan U Hockey #2) by Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood [mlm]

Penalty Box interconnected series by Ari Baran [mlm]

Shenanigans (Brooklyn Hockey #6) by Sarina Bowen [m/f with a bi mc]

The Inside Edge by Ashlyn Kane [mlm]

Icebreaker by A. L. Graziadei [mlm]

Hockey Bois by A.L. Heard [mlm]

Three Is The Luckiest Number by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Not Over You by Samantha Wayland [mlm]

Wake Up, Nat & Darcy by Kate Cochrane [wlw]

It's a Love/Skate Relationship by Carli J. Corson [wlw]

Off the Bench Duet Series by Kimberly Knight [mlm]

Twincerely Yours by Eden Finley [mlm]

Car Racing

Pole Position by Rebecca J. Caffery [mlm]

Lights Out Series interconnected series by various authors [mlm]

Fast Love (Fast Love #1) by Kerry Lockhart [wlw]

Driven By Passion (Gamble Racing #2) by Renee Dahlia [mlm]

Redline (Redline #1) by Emma Barlowe [mlm]

Furious by Jamie Pacton and Rebecca Podos [wlw]

Bowling

The 7-10 Split by Karmen Lee [wlw]

Baseball

The Prospects by KT Hoffman [mlm]

Batting Style by Louisa Masters [mlm]

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian [mlm]

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes by Danielle Dawsen [mlm]

Volleyball

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller [wlw]

Always More (Sports #1) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Roller derby

Mighty Millie Novak by Elizabeth Holden [wlw]

False Start by Santana Knox [wlw]

Basketball

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly [wlw]

Love and Sportsball (Atlanta Cannons #1) by Meka James [wlw]

Zone Defense interconnected series by Becca Seymour [mlm]

Fencing

Fence comic series by C.S. Pacat and Joanna the Mad [mlm]

Football

One Last Play by E.B. Neal [mlm]

Coming Out on the Sidelines by Dev Hahn [wlw]

Forward Entry (Sydney Swallows #1) by Aurora Crane [mlm]

The Game (Charleston Condors #2) by Beth Bolden

Atlanta Lightning interconnected series by Riley Hart [mlm]

Fumbled Past (San Diego Seals #2) by Cecelia Storm [mlm]

Onside Kiss (Domingo #1) by Octavia Jensen [mlm]

You Started It (Fan Service Series #3) by Hinsel Meyer [mlm]

Tigers and Devils (Tigers and Devils #1) by Sean Kennedy [mlm]

Roosevelt College interconnected series by Christina Lee [mlm]

You & Me by Tal Bauer [mlm]

Crushing on the Quarterback by Baylin Crow [mlm]

Tennis

Deuce (Tennyson Bend #2) by P.T. Ambler [mlm]

Soccer

You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie [wlw]

Everything for You (Bergman Brothers #5) by Chloe Liese [mlm]

Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner [wlw]

Pull Me Under by Zarah Detand [mlm]

The Game Changer (Denver Defiant, #1) by Finley Chuva [wlw]

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber [mlm]

Finding a Keeper (Sports #4) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Don't Hate the Player by Shelby Elizabeth [mlm]

Endgame by Zoe Reed [wlw]

Hotshot by Clare Lydon [wlw]

Rugby

Attractive Forces by Jax Calder [mlm]

The Tighthead (Lincoln Knights #1) by Charlie Novak [mlm]

Softball

The Unexpected Dream (Sports #3) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Chess

Always the Almost by Edward Underhill [trans boy x boy]

Wrestling

Alondra by Gina Femia [bisexual girl mc]

Lacrosse

Catch and Cradle by Katia Rose [wlw]

Swimming

Tears in the Water Margherita Scialla [LGBTQ+]

Badminton

Shy by Ashish Rastogi [mlm]

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devilschaos · 1 year ago

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so i've been really into fantasy / acotar vibes & i know that names are sometimes so hard to think of. so under the cut is going to be a list of names that i love so so so much.

thea.

astrid.

starla.

wrenna.

anessa.

brynna.

raya.

janine.

corvina.

janiel.

gentrie.

kodi.

dione.

aldea.

celadine.

kasia.

prudence.

temperance.

monroe.

eryn.

veda.

greer.

georgianna.

sinclair.

hermione.

capryse.

remi.

annalise.

galadrie.

coralena.

alysia.

gwyneth.

tasia.

scotlyn.

wisteria.

rhea.

vinyette.

zoella.

zarafina.

maertisa.

sorcha.

apricity.

adalie.

lorenna.

tamara.

whitley.

safiya.

nikita.

pearla.

aleila.

magdalena.

alix.

marposa.

solana.

imani.

samaria.

marielle.

michah.

mila.

satori.

celani.

vallie.

camelia.

faerydae.

simora.

elisa.

araluen.

althea.

ravenna.

vieva.

azariah. t

wyla.

faelyn.

shaina.

xenia.

dove.

clarabella.

calliope.

destry.

evie.

raesha.

aveline.

josephina.

delyth.

elaya.

eudora.

leandra.

tiara.

maliah.

lana.

noella.

nasryn.

effie.

zahfira.

avena.

constance.

joelle.

saige.

keira.

aviva.

trista.

ariella.

sayla.

vaughn.

axel.

rhodes.

elio.

dominic.

ellis.

calder.

kieran.

henley.

leon.

amel.

jude.

marco.

evrin.

farron.

louie.

saint.

colby.

rhidian.

gideon.

tieran.

flynn.

roan.

harlan.

arden.

dashiel.

stiles.

hendrix.

haynes.

sevrin.

joel.

dallin.

rafe.

sirius.

eiran.

adir.

troian.

jamison.

roland.

lucian.

zanders.

jayden.

azriel.

cyrus.

chase.

jonas.

nero.

phoenix.

thane.

clay.

louis.

bronson.

demarco.

dimitri.

aeros.

arik.

lewis.

cedric.

bastian.

othello.

kaladin.

arrow.

evander.

merrick.

harvey.

hoyt.

artemis.

koah.

oliver.

dawson.

cody.

eryx.

ammon.

fabian.

davien.

dane.

valor.

kallias.

beck.

rhett.

kane.

davian.

castiel.

anson.

adonis.

zion.

andros.

tallon.

orin.

porter.

nolan.

layne.

brick.

slater.

soren.

wilder.

adler.

conrad.

everett.

rafael.

orlo.

pierce.

dax.

finnian.

laurent.

rhysand.

cassian.

#rph #indie rph #indie rp #name masterlist #name help #*ㅤᴿᴱ .ㅤ⧽ㅤreblogged resources.

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signed-yours-truly-the-whale · 4 years ago

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Babes in Chuckletown

OHO BOY, am I angry.

I was in the middle of a very long chapter in my fanfic when my computer randomly decided to restart, costing me NOT ONLY a very long chapter, but the ENTIRE THIRTEEN-CHAPTER DOCUMENT. I thank god that I uploaded it all to AO3 up until the thirteenth chapter (which is going to be a pain the ass to rewrite), but now I have to go in and copy-paste, re-bold and re-italicize everything.

So that’s how my Halloween is going. Excuse me while I cry.

Anyway. Please enjoy this one-shot I’m making up on the fly about Arthur having no choice but bringing his small child to Ha-Ha’s because he has nobody to watch her. Me being in an angry mood helps me to channel Hoyt’s ... Hoytish-ness. Hoyt was definitely an asshole in the movie, but I feel like the lines “I like you, Arthur” and “I’m trying to help you” flew under the radar in light of his dickishness.

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, I just have no conceivable idea where this would logically fit into my fanfiction, so I gift it here. I’ll let this be a birthday present for the incredible @funsizedshrimp, since they seem to love my Carrie Fleck as much as I do and I absolutely should return the favor for all the lovely art they gift to me. I love you lots, you wonderful person you.

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“Hey Peanut, can you do me a favor?”

Arthur’s voice was soft, nearly indecipherable. The pudgy hand that had been grasping at his shirt collar suddenly pushed against him, exerting the energy to be able to lift her head up.

One bleary eye opened to look at him. Her cheek was rosy from her uneasy resting spot on his collarbone. Neither the time nor the place allowed for such coddling, but he continued to rock her on his hip uneasily.

“Mm?” she questioned.

“Can you put a hand over your ear?” he asked, softer still. “Daddy has to talk to someone and it might be a little loud. Not suitable for a baby’s ears.”

Although Carrie grumbled something that only he could decipher as “Not a baby,” she conceded. The sharp bone in her ear pressing against his collarbone hurt, but in the magical age where she began repeating every colorful phrase she heard from the television, he couldn’t risk anything.

Taking in a wavering breath, clutching the bag in his hand tighter, Arthur opened his boss’ door.

“Oh, how fucking nice of you to ... what the fuck is this?”

Hoyt looked up from his stack of documents -- chiefly the words complaint, absence, and Carnival bore into his head from a yellow slip on his desk -- to see Ha Ha’s resident hooky flinch in protest. What he first thought was an overgrown ragdoll, he realized with some incredulity was a toddler, pressing its head into Arthur’s neck.

“You brought a fucking kid into my shop?” he asked, voice rising.

“Hoyt ... please --”

“Please what? This should be good.”

It gave him no pleasure to watch Arthur be so hopelessly awkward, dropping the paper bag in a vain attempt to hike the kid further up on his person. He knew the guy was going through a rough patch with the wife. That it happened on Hoyt’s dime, though, made him hard to sympathize with.

Fumbling for something to do besides stand uncomfortably and rock his daughter into a sleep that she couldn’t attain, Arthur sat in the green chair across from Hoyt’s desk. He positioned Carrie to be able to rest easier in his lap. At a groggy whimper, his hand instinctively pressed against her arm, hoping it would keep her semi-warm. He didn’t know why Hoyt kept the AC on at all hours of the day.

“Well aren’t you a real mother hen,” Hoyt observed, devoid of anything Arthur could recognize as a positive emotion. “What’s it doing here?”

“I ... I had no other options,” he blurted out. “I can’t afford another day off work, but I have nobody to watch her.”

“Do I look like I’m runnin’ a charity ward, Arthur?” Upon further thought, “You didn’t bring her through the locker room, did you?”

“Nobody else is here,” he said quickly, realizing how bad that might’ve sounded once it reached his own ears. “And I made her close her eyes.”

Two scraggly grey eyebrows rose in vague surprise.

“Your mistake, not mine.”

Arthur felt the tips of his ears burn, unsure if he guessed correctly what Hoyt was referring to. Carrie may have been a surprise, but she was no mistake.

“How are you supposed to keep track of the kid on assignment?” Hoyt questioned, flitting through the ever-expanding pile of papers on his desk. “You’re booked for Amusement Mile today. That’s fuckin’ dangerous.”

Awkwardly, Arthur cleared his throat, feeling unable to meet Hoyt’s disbelieving eyes. His fingers rubbed Carrie’s arm up and down. She burrowed further into the crook of his neck, keeping her hand dutifully over her ear as promised. Her face was hidden from view by a crop of blonde hair -- the little veil he had left that kept work and home as two separate realities.

“I - I, um ...” A giggle got caught in his throat, as thick as a billiard ball. He forced it down. “I was wondering if I could keep her here. Just ... just for --”

“What?”

“Just for today, a -- and tomorrow, I’ll be sure --”

“Are you stupid?” Hoyt cuts in, and Arthur’s hand moves from his daughter’s arm to the small hand over her ear like a reflex. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“W -- well, Randall brought in his kid a few w -- weeks ago ... I thought maybe ...”

“Randall’s kid is twelve already, not three.” Hoyt heard a soft mutter of “she’ll be five soon,” as if it would sway the argument in Arthur’s court at all. “What the hell are you thinking in that fucked-up head? No relatives, no friends?”

“Nobody,” he said, and it surprised Hoyt that he hadn’t seen Arthur ... quite so sad before. He’d been sad, sure, but not pitiful. He couldn’t be more pitiful if he was dressed as Carnival doing this begging. “My -- my wife just left, I don’t know where she is. My in-laws are on vacation in Burbank and my mom is in the hospital. The neighbors won’t take her and -- and the preschool is closed ‘cause of a rat infestation. Hoyt, I’m ... I’m begging you.”

Something about the sight was so pitiful, so unfunny in his desperation, that Hoyt narrowly refrained from cutting back with My mistake for thinking you’d have friends.

“Mmf, Daddy,” the source of the frustration croaked. “My arm hurts. Can I put it down?”

“Yeah, Peanut,” he said quietly. The hand slid out from underneath his warm palm and found its way around his neck once again. A thumb brushed away a few strands of hair from her face, unveiling a curtain for her to view this strange new room.

Hoyt almost let slip a surprised “holy shit” as the kid’s head rose to look around the office, wide-eyed in her wonderment, but he thought better of it. But holy shit, did she look like Arthur, in eyes and face shape at least. Slap on a greasy brown wig and she could’ve been a pint-sized clone.

“A jack in the box,” she said quietly, pointing at the dumb clown statue out of his sight in front of his desk. “Daddy, jack in the box.”

“Yeah, Carrie, I see.”

Hoyt bit his lip, at a loss. It was always harder to turn a kid away when he had a name and a face to set to them. Until then the kid could’ve been a delusion for all he knew, the way Arthur talked about her like there was no god damn tomorrow. Who on this green earth would ever think to --?

Ugh. Fuck.

“You owe me, Arthur. Big time.”

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Nine in the morning rolled around to a relative calm. The kid was, to his relief, quiet and weedy for the most part, like her quiet, weedy father. A long stretch of silence ensued -- half-hour? Two hours? He didn’t fucking know -- where the rhythmic punching of the time cards from the locker room and pen (or crayon) on paper substituted for awkward and mindless conversation he didn’t want to indulge in.

His only indication that she was there at all was the knowledge that his door hadn’t opened since Arthur hurried out to get ready and dropped her in Hoyt’s proverbial lap (had it been a literal instance, he might’ve tossed the kid through the window on reflex), and the occasional kicking of leather sandals and bell bottom pant legs barely visible from his vantage point.

“Hey, don’t get any crayon on my floor,” he warned, wondering internally if she made up for in mischief what she lacked in outward annoyance.

“I won’t,” she replied, too high and cheery for nine in the morning. “I draw pictures to stop Daddy being sad.”

Well isn’t that just fucking lovely. But he had a schedule to amend.

He could send Arthur to the kids’ hospital in Randall’s place -- the kids seemed to really respond to Arthur better ... god, why did Randall have to be such an obnoxious prick of a clown with the kids? It was getting harder and harder to place him--

The rustling of paper and a soft grunt made him look up. Hiding her face from his view, the kid was holding up a drawing of ... colored dots? Big whoop.

She pointed to a bright green one, taking up the center of the page.

“That’s -- that’s my daddy at work,” she explained. He raised a brow. Quite a likeness. “And that’s me, with an ice cream.”

Her little pointer finger trailed to the scribble next to the green -- a flurry of yellow and brown and pink. Was that what she’d spent the last hour on?

“What’s that then?” he asked before he could stop himself, not realizing any words had left his mouth at all until the cap of a chewed blue Bic pen tapped against a blue scribble, neatly tucked away in a folded corner.

“That’s my mommy,” she explained, as casual as though he’d asked for the time. Oh. “She’s taking a break.”

He nodded, not trusting himself to say something he might regret in the hours to come. Before coming to the realization that it was not his business nor his time to care, a question flitted through his mind if Arthur had told the kid about her mom at all.

“I got work to do,” he settled. “Read a book or something.”

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Hoyt never thought he’d ever be disappointed to have a knock on the door that wasn’t Arthur.

“C’min,” he said distractedly.

“Hoyt,” Gary said. “Barney needs the key to the storage closet. Forgot his shoes at home.”

“Second time this week,” Hoyt tutted. Standing up, he allowed himself a stretch that popped his back in several satisfying places, and reached for the key under the strip of tape marked STORAGE. “Tell him this had better be the last damn time.”

“I’ll try.”

Their eyes, as though having just materialized in the room, landed on the girl, still lying on the floor but looking up at Gary, saying nothing. Gary’s face softened.

“Oh, hello,” he said amiably. “Is this your daughter, Hoyt?”

Don’t ever say something like that again --

“Nah.” He shook his head and sat back down. “Arthur’s kid.”

A moment of recognition passed where Gary’s eyes lit up like a damn Christmas tree. His smile grew wider.

“So this is the Carrie we’ve heard all about,” he exclaimed, sticking his hand out. “Pleased to meet you, Miss Fleck.”

At the lack of response, Hoyt looked over the desk. A blonde crop of hair was unmoved, and even quieter than she’d been before.

“Didn’t your daddy teach you not to stare?” Hoyt probed.

“She’s alright, Hoyt,” Gary countered, keeping his eyes on the girl. “She’s still very young.”

No time like now to teach ‘em not to stare

“Thanks, Hoyt,” Gary continued. At the door frame again, he smiled once more at the kid. “It was very nice to meet you, Carrie.”

The door closed. As if cued by the click of the lock, she turned quickly to Hoyt.

“He was small!” she whispered.

“Yeah, and you’re rude.”

“How rude?”

“It’s fuckin’ rude to stare at him ‘cause he’s short,” Hoyt snapped, pulling yet another litany of papers in a barely-together manila folder from an overstuffed desk drawer. “He doesn’t stare at you ‘cause you’re a girl.”

“But that was scary.”

“There’s a lot scarier guys to be on the lookout for, kid.”

“Who?”

Your daddy, for one.

“I don’t wanna be rude,” she said quietly, beginning to stand. She swiped a bit of dust from the knee of her bell bottoms, putting a nagging word in the back of his mind to sweep the office soon. “I wanna be like my daddy. He’s nice.”

He looked at her briefly before returning to his papers again. Crudely and off-tune, he made out that she was attempting to whistle the Andy Griffith theme.

Andy Griffith. Sheriff Barney Fife. God damn you, Gary.

The back of a blonde head was cast in varying shades as she stood in front of the window slats, drawing a little pointer finger over the sharpie-marked letters. MIME. WHITE FACE PAINT

I have no doubt you’ll be exactly like your daddy. Good luck with that.

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Two o’clock gave Hoyt his first opportunity to get a real look at the Fleck girl. That still felt weird to say.

“Here,” he said stiffly, digging into his back pocket to produce two dimes. “Go down the hall ‘til you reach the Pepsi machine and get us two sodas. It’s lunch time.”

She swiped the dimes from his hand. The contact of nails against his palm made him shiver more than he expected. She felt startlingly real.

A few hesitant steps later -- and he really had to question how poor Arthur was that she looked at the dimes like she’d never seen them before -- she turned to look at him. The pink clip holding her bangs back suddenly bobbed on her head.

“Daddy not let me have soda,” she said.

“Your daddy’s out working. Skedaddle.”

“But what if he come and sees?”

She was lucky her little girl charm made up for the annoying inconsistency of her grammar. If there was one thing Hoyt hated, it was inconsistency.

“We got two hours ‘til you gotta worry about that.”

He looked down again, swiping a red mark through Randall’s name. Another complaint from a kid’s parent from the latest birthday party. God damn --

A clanking made him look up, and sigh. She couldn’t reach the door handle.

“Every paper I can’t sign ‘cause of lookin’ after you is coming out of your daddy’s paycheck,” he threatened, standing to open the door.

The kid was made all the more startlingly real, assaulting his senses as he had to grab her arms and push her forward to get her to stop gawking at the animal statues and props in the storage closet that swallowed the hallway. At least the locker room was empty.

What the fuck are you thinking bringing her here, Fleck?

Leaning against the opposite wall, he watched with waning curiosity as she rushed over to the machine, concluded she was too short to reach the buttons, and pulled over a yellow chair (the uneven wobbly one that grated on his nerves to hear scraping against the ground in uneven increments) to stand on. Licks of curls rested on her shoulders, reminding Hoyt of her mop-headed father.

Rushing back to him, she triumphantly handed him a blue Pepsi can, keeping the Mountain Dew for herself. Eh, he’s had worse.

“Stay,” he said gruffly, unsure of what else to say. He was more accustomed to dogs than kids, but felt satisfied by her listening skills when she climbed into the yellow chair next to the black trunk-table.

Two minutes later and he found himself in the impossibly weird scenario of not only having lunch outside of the comfort of his office, but tossing a banana to a kid who, by all the laws of nature, should not really be allowed to exist. Cute as she may be, to see physical proof of Arthur Fleck’s sex life made it hard to look at her for more than a few seconds.

Hoyt looked anyway, a little annoyed at her inability to open the soda can with her frail little finger. Weak like her damn dad. He swiped it, opened it with a secretly satisfying hiss, and watched her take a great sip. Scrunching her nose -- thank god for her, it wasn’t like Arthur’s -- she stuck her tongue out in derision before reaching over to set it on the table.

Hoyt switched the cans. He hated Pepsi anyway.

He also hated bananas, and the leftover couscous his wife made the previous evening. Mentally he made a note to pack his own damn lunches from then on.

So the banana went to the kid, less out of concern for her eating and more as a means to stop any bellyaching from either her or his wife later.

“So your dad doesn’t let you have soda,” he found himself asking. Why his brain was unable to catch up with his mouth, he wasn’t really sure.

Through a mouthful, she shook her head at him. Swallowing down a sizeable bite, she said, “The sugar bad for my heart.”

“Hmm.”

“My mommy let me have soda, though,” she said, perkier now in a way that made him feel a little rigid. “She likes Coke.”

Hoyt held back a snort of derision and surprise. There were funnier things to mock Arthur about than his wife hitting it big and leaving. Coke was for the rich, he knew. Poor people ... drank Pepsi, he supposed, looking at the kid and the soda can again.

She seemed much more content with the Pepsi can. Metaphorical? Maybe. He was never one to think of analogies -- nor did he really care.

At the sound of the entrance banging open, her eyes widened and she went red. Her hands stayed firmly around the soda can as her proverbial cookie jar.

Whatever jaunty tune Randall was whistling as though he wasn’t twenty minutes late was cut short upon making eye contact with the kid. Hoyt saw something that looked friendly, but not in the same fashion that maybe Gary had in mind.

“Didn’t realize you paid for ‘em so young, Hoyt.”

An inexplicable burning sensation flared in the tips of Hoyt’s ears.

“It’s Arthur’s kid, now fuck off,” he said quickly. “And you’re late.”

“Car broke down again.”

“Well get it fixed, or don’t let it break down on my time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Randall sighed, breezing past them with his nicotine-smelling clown suit in hand, chief of the parents’ complaints.

The girl’s eyes trailed after the huge man, staying on the hallway long after he’d left. She leaned in just after he took in a mouthful of cold, crunchy couscous.

“What did he mean?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t ask questions.”

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Hoyt’s leg bounced, eyeing the clock out of his peripheral. If Arthur believed Hoyt was letting himself be saddled with the kid for one minute past four o’clock, he was really out of it.

The kid was getting restless, and relentlessly annoying. She surprised him with her expert knowledge on blowing up and tying balloons -- of course Arthur would teach her that, what a valuable life skill -- but the inefficient scraping of two ends of a tightly-woven balloon into a barely-decipherable balloon animal made him wanna pop the thing right in her face. God damn, why did he keep a pile of them within her reach?

She made a snake, she declared. Or a worm.

Upon reaching for another one, it came with an unnecessary avalanche of wormy friends as the corner of a plastic bag scattered a cluster of colored balloons on the carpeted floor.

“Shit,” he grumbled, rounding the desk to collect them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her put back the one she’d originally grabbed. “You’d better hope your dad has money to pay for new balloons, kid.”

“Shhh ...” His eyes narrowed at her, watching her lean down with him to collect handfuls -- albeit smaller handfuls -- of long balloons. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

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Two minutes to four, Arthur came into the office, looking like a man on a mission. It was to his visible relief, Hoyt noticed, that the kid was happy and very much alive.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, hopping from the chair to take aim around his pant leg, leaving her picture book on the ground. A hand stroked some hair behind her ear and she smiled sappily up at him. “I drew you pictures and -- and I made you a balloon snake, but it popped.”

Groaning, he pried her arms away and bent down to her level.

“Were you good for Hoyt?” he asked, the faintest smile threatening to split on his face. Eight hours of work would not stop him from enjoying how soft her hair was, or how she smelled like cherries when she hugged his hulking, sweaty form.

“Just aces,” Hoyt smiled cloyingly, twisting a pen cap between his fingers. “Get a sitter for her tomorrow or don’t bother coming in.”

“That good, huh?” Arthur questioned, groaning again in achy protest as he stood up. “I’ll find a sitter for her, I promise.”

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Three hours and two much-needed baths later, Arthur was finding a familiar rhythm in twirling his best girl around their little living room, not minding that he got lost in the mask he wore in front of her. Their old turntable warbled and scratched, but he scarcely noticed.

Carrie didn’t smile at anybody the way she smiled at him. He hoped she knew the flip side to that was true as well.

Que sera sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera sera

“I talked with Mom on the phone today,” he mentioned, watching her face brighten into a widening grin. “She said she wants to meet up with us to take you to lunch on Saturday.”

“Is she come back?” she asked. With her left hand enveloped in her father’s, she shifted her right arm so it rested against his chest and she could lean back to look at him. His face fell slightly.

“No, Peanut, I don’t think so. But you’ve been doing so well with school ‘til it closed, I thought you could tell her all the new rhyming words you learned. You learned what rhymes with bit, didn’t you?”

Her eyes traveled up to the ceiling, scrunching her nose to remember.

“Split,” she concluded, aglow in his proud smile. “Now you.”

“Befit. You?”

“Uh ... grit.”

At a very inelegant dip, which sent her into shrieking giggles as she felt her ponytail brush the floor, he said, “Banana split.”

“That doesn’t count!” she laughed.

“Oh, really? How does it not count?” he humored.

“Cause I said split! No cheating!”

“Then tool kit,” he smiled. “But now you have to think of two words.”

“Quit, and ...” She stopped to consider. “Oh, I learned one today! Shit.”

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“Hoyt?”

“What do you want?”

Arthur looked from the paper in his hands, to the area of space between his person and the paper, filled in by the sight of his feet doing an awkward little soft shoe. Should he even question Hoyt about this? He was as honest as he could be, but something about this didn’t seem to add up.

“It’s just, uh ... my paycheck seems higher than it should be?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, no, but --”

“Then what is it?”

A nervous sweat started to form at Arthur’s hairline.

“It’s just that ... I did the math, and -- and it looks like you paid me for one of the days I didn’t work.”

“Are you tellin’ me you don’t think I did my math right? Go get a fuckin’ bank job if you think you know better.”

“So ... I’m -- I’m fine if I deposit the two hundred from the check?”

“Your money,” Hoyt grumbled, signing away another mindless paper. For being a clown business, he sure did have a shitload of paperwork. “Pay your rent, buy a hooker, some booze ... a snazzy divorce lawyer.”

Turning, Arthur felt something air-light in his chest, still disbelieving of the good fortune.

I can pay the rent, he registered. I can pay the rent and I can buy Carrie some new toys.

“Hey, how’s the little ankle-biter, by the way?”

He turned again, slower.

“What?”

“Kelly, the -- the kid you brought in on Monday. Raised hell in my office.”

“Oh ... Carrie?”

Arthur looked down at his shoes again, smiling. Staying with his mom and her newly-broken arm, bellyaching about wanting Hoyt at her babysitter again because “Nana can only make TV dinners.”

“She’s just aces.”

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in4ctiv3bl0g · 4 years ago

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Omgg 😂😂 that's them! That's Arthur and Hoyt texting each other! Haha I love this post!

#joker 2019 #arthur fleck #hoyt vaughn #joaquin phoenix #josh pais #images

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daily-joker · 4 years ago

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“No, don’t sit. This’ll be quick.”

JOKER (2019) dir. Todd Phillips

#jokeredit #dcedit #joker #joker 2019 #the joker #dcmultiverse #dcauedit #dcfilms #userstream #bbelcher #movieedit #filmedit #chewieblog #arthur fleck #joaquin phoenix #hoyt vaughn #josh pais #by antonija

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bornitereads · 5 years ago

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The Secret History of Vampires - edited: Darrell Schweitzer

Read: Oct 2019

The was a collection of short stories that I really liked. I’m a fan of vampire fiction, movies, etc. Vampires are one my favourite horror-fantasy genres. Anyways I really enjoyed these stories, so interesting. The premise of “secret history” is that the historical facts are no different from the real world, but there are secret facts that are behind the historical reality. For instance, that Greta Garbo was a vampire and had to be killed by MGM before the secret got out, they made a replacement for her which couldn’t act as well, hence her critically poor performance in her last film. This is the plot of Garbo Quits, a great example of secret history. Since I don’t want to talk forever about it, I’ll just give a quick run down of each, well not Garbo Quits.

Under St. Peter’s: Vampire secrets kept by Vatican in secret basement revealed only to Popes (loved this one). Two Hunters in Manhattan: Vampire hunting mob bosses in New York at behest of Roosevelt. Smoke and Mirrors: Vampire tries to trick Houdini (I don’t know shit about Houdini, so this was a weird one for me). Blood of Dreams: Lenin is actually a vampire laying in his tomb by day (the vampire rules in this one were cool). A Princess of Spain: Young Catherine of Aragon encounters vampire after her husband Arthur (This one was fun, poor Catherine though). Harpy: Socrates wife, Xantippe, accepts help of vampire to flee Athens (This was...weird). Honored Be Her Name: Vampire cult worship in British Egypt (Greco-egyptian vampires are all I’ve ever wanted). Ill-Met in Ilium: vampires were the real downfall of Troy. The Temptation of Saint Anthony: newly vampiric saint is visited by Satan (liked this one a lot). Bohemian Rhapsody: ancient Chinese sex techniques used to fuck vampirism out of a man (this one made me laugh a bit). Green Wallpaper: Vampiric entity comes to Napoleon in his second exile (this one was fucking amazing). Sepulchres of the Undead: why were the pyramids built? For the vampire Pharaohs of course (Also liked the vampire rules in this one).

Info: Daw, 2007.

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heldheartinfo · 3 years ago

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FULL ACCOUNT SHIP LIST ( @heldheart ) :

CANON x CANON ~

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Harry Osborn x Mary-Jane Watson

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Makkari x Druig

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Heike x Baron Helmut Zemo

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Love Quinn x Theo Engler

Heike Zemo x Bucky Barnes

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Lizzie Saltzman x Percy Jackson

Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle x Matt Murdock

Anna Smith x John Bates

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Siena Rosso x Anthony Bridgerton

Emily Walker x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

CANON x OC ~

Bexley Rogers x Logan Howlett

Sam Salvatore x Clint Barton

Sam Salvatore x Steve Rogers

Sam Salvatore x Klaus Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Elijah Mikaelson

Sam Salvatore x Edward Cullen

Sam Salvatore x Tony Stark

Logan Thibault x Natasha Romanoff

Astraea x Ikaris

Bexley Rogers x Tony Stark

Bexley Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Bexley Rogers x Helmut Zemo

Bexley Rogers x Stephen Strange

Sam Salvatore x Enzo St. John

Kassandra Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore

Bexley Rogers x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Wanda Maximoff

Bexley Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Bexley Rogers x Winn Schott

Megan Walker x Eddie Brock

Megan Walker x Peter Parker

Harriet Carter-Rogers x Shang Chi

Jonathan Stark x Kate Bishop

Bexley Addams x Dean Winchester

Elizabeth Taylor x Steve Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Thor Odinson

Sarah Stark x Harry Osborn

Avery Osborn x Peter Parker

Sophia Rogers x Wally West

Mara Winchester x Druig

Karolina Addams x Lucifer

Sam Salvatore x Caroline Forbes

Bexley Rogers x Matt Murdock

Megan Walker x Matt Murdock

Caroline Burton x Matthew Crawley

Caroline Burton x Tom Branson

Anthony Burton x Thomas Barrow

Kathryn Vaughn x Hoyt Rawlins

Jeanette Byers x Steve Harrington

Jeanette Byers x Eddie Munson

Violet Munson x Jonathan Byers

Violet Munson x Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Andrea Kazanky x Jake Seresin

Caroline Mitchell x Bradley Bradshaw

OC x OC ~

Josephine Octavius x Harley Stark

Josephine Octavius x Harry Rogers

Steven Stark x Melody Barton

Steven Stark x Sadie Barnes

Jonathan Stark x Georgia Maximoff

Freyja Thorsdottir x Daniel Rogers

Elizabeth Taylor x Leo Kennedy

Adam Mikaelson x Alaina Carpenter

Sarah Stark x Viktor Barnes

Sarah Stark x Caliux Darkknight

Sarah Stark x Sord-Menn

Hazel Mikaelson x Caliux Darkknight

Bexley Addams x Caliux Darkknight

Avery Osborn x Caliux Darkknight

Jo Octavius x Caliux Darkknight

Caroline Barnes x Harry Rogers

Evelyn Barnes x Franklin Richards

Connor Lang x James Carter-Rogers

Bexley Rogers x Piotr Koskov

Ellinor Lokisdottir x Tommy Maximoff

Bexley Addams x Stephen Reed

Melissa Masterson x Cameron Kincaid

Sasha Stark x Valentina Silva

Sasha Stark x Valeria Richards

I WANT TO EXPLORE/TRY ~

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Nancy Wheeler x Eddie Munson

WHAT I SHIP: (May be doing already or may be wanting to do)

Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester

Pepper Potts x Tony Stark

Lizzie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman x Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman x Ethan Machado

Buffy Summers x Angel

Buffy Summers x Spike

Blair Waldorf x Dan Humphrey

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Klaus Mikaelson

Heike Zemo x Baron Helmut Zemo

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Willow Rosenberg x Daniel Osbourne

Willow Rosenberg x Kennedy

Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Lois Lane x Clark Kent

Emily x Cordell Walker

Geri Broussard x Cordell Walker

Pacey Witter x Joey Potter

Pacey Witter x Andie McPhee

Sigyn x Loki Laufeyson

Sarah Cameron x John B. Routledge

Kiara Carrera x JJ Maybank

Davina Claire x Kol Mikaelson

Felicia Hardy x Peter Parker

Anne Weying x Eddie Brock

Anne Weying x Dr. Dan Lewis

Makkari x Druig

Haley James (Scott) x Nathan Scott

Haley James x Brooke Davis

Brooke Davis x Julian Baker

Brooke Davis x Rachel Gatina

Brooke Davis x Lucas Scott

Christine Palmer x Stephen Strange

Caroline Forbes x Klaus Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes x Tyler Lockwood

Caroline Forbes x Katherine Pierce

Rory Gilmore x Jess Mariano

Rosie x Otto Octavius

Emily Lyman x Norman Osborn

Roy Kent x Keeley Jones

Rebecca Welton x Ted Lasso

Anya Jenkins x Xander Harris

Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour x Bill Weasley

Daphne Bridgerton x Simon Bassett

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

Malia Tate x Stiles Stilinski

Allison Argent x Scott McCall

Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Braeden x Derek Hale

Sybil Crawley x Tom Branson

Mary Crawley x Matthew Crawley

Mary Crawley x Henry Talbot

Anna Smith x John Bates

Claire Dearling x Owen Grady

Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant

Padme Amidala x Anakin Skywalker

Nancy Wheeler x Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Cassie Perez x Trey Barnett

Twyla Jean x Cordell ‘Duke’ Walker

Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson

Katherine Pierce x Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Max Mayfield x Lucas Sinclair

Natasha Trace x Jake Seresin

Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Jessica Day x Nick Miller

Annie Cresta x Finnick O’Dair

Lydia Martin x Allison Argent

Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

Jo March x Theodore Laurence

Rachel Berry x Finn Hudson

Rachel Berry x Quinn Fabray

Quinn Fabray x Sam Evans

Quinn Fabray x Santana Lopez

Donna Troy x Dick Grayson

Jade Tulle-Salvatore x Josie Saltzman

Hope Van Dyne x Scott Lang

Tatum Riley x Stu Macher

Mary-Jane Watson x Peter Parker

Mary-Jane Watson x Harry Osborn

Mary-Jane Watson x Gwen Stacy

NOTPS: ( Ships I don’t like for whatever reason and/or have no interest in rping )

Lizzie Saltzman x Sebastian

Blair Waldorf x Nate Archibald

Joey Potter x Dawson Leery

Caroline Forbes x Matt Donovan

Caroline Forbes x Alaric Saltzman

Rebecca Welton x Sam Obsinya

Haley James x Chris Keller

Buffy Summers x Riley Finn

Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Katniss Everdeen x Gale Hawthorne

#psa #{re: general}

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xx-eatmyheart-xx · 5 years ago

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I don't know, I'm just trying cause I've been thinking about starting to write lately.

Joker has been stuck in my mind since I watched it for the first time a week ago (i know, I'm awfully late) and I need to let go a lot of emotions.

I'm completely willing to write ReaderxJoker/Arthur Fleck one-shots on request, so, should I do it?

I'm dropping here the first chapter of a little project i started on Wattpad, just in case 🌸

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Let's Watch Them Burn

1 - I Want Him

You actually liked letting your accent slip. People always thought you couldn't fully understand them, that you were just another girl running away from her home, chasing the dream of your childhood and praying America to help you realize it. You also liked how they totally believed their assumptions as soon as you just smiled at them, without really trying to converse for a couple of minutes.

You just really liked seeing their true colors.

"Good morning!"

Your voice was sweet, but the accent obvious. As the men in front of you stared at you and your cupcakes tray, the taller one smiled at your pronunciation in a way you didn't really like.

Another thing that really put you in a good mood, though, was getting to know the people that you would get to work with, so you could let that go for now. Cupcakes are always welcomed, so what better way than offering some at your future personal clown for one day?

Smiling, you put the colorful tray on the only table in the room and spinned around to look at the half painted faces that were staring at you.

Confusion was clear in their eyes, but you just kept on smiling and extended a hand to the confectionery, motioning for them to take one.

"Maybe they're from Hoyt?"

A surprised voice spoke after a couple of minutes of complete silence. The man was the one that was smiling at your accent, and when you nod your head he went straight for a red velvet cupcake.

"Man finally did something nice after all the shit we go trough. He even had hotstuff delivering them"

He was tall, going bald and surely didn't care for his colleagues to join him before stuffing his mouth with the red dessert, which almost matched his clown nose and his pants.

"Randall, s-she's here! You can't call her that..."

Uncertainty stained an awfully sweet voice from behind the tall man as a skinny figure took a step toward him, it looked like he wanted to stand for you, but was too scared to say something more than that. He was clearly uncomfortable with the pet name but couldn't bring himself to put the blading man in his place. Instead he looked at you, pleading forgiveness for something he didn't even do, with a pair of beautiful ocen eyes.

"Yeah Randall, it's not okay man"

A shorter man added from your left, while holding his cabinet door opened, almost as he had frozen on the spot.

"Oh c'mon, she can't even understand me, look at that dumb expression, she has no idea what we're talking about"

His word were muffled by the nearly entirely eaten cupcake, but they were right: you had just kept on smiling, without even blinking at the name.

Though you fully understood everything they said, you just couldn't bring yourself to put an end to your act.

That, that was the kind of person that amused you the most, the "I'm so smart I immediately get that you're an immigrate and I couldn't care less cause you can't understand shit" type of guy.

The apparently fragile man that kind of stood for you, though, caught your attention in a different way. He looked like he was surprised at his own words and was secretly proud of his reaction. And when his colleague agreed with him? Oh, pure joy.

You had never seen something so pure.

It was like looking at a happy child after being praised.

Yet, the sadness in his eyes swept that moment away quickly, as if he suddenly remembered that this world doesn't really care about him or his words.

For a moment you thought he was about to say something else, but as soon as you smiled at him, his shy blue eyes sprung to the ground and locked themselves into the cold floor.

"Oh y/n! I thought you haven't arrived yet, I was waiting for you in my office!"

A third voice joined your little sad scene. Since none of the other clowns has spoken, it was just natural for all of you to turn toward the room's door. There was standing Hoyt, the men's agent, the one you talked to just the day before. He had said that his company was the best in town and that his clowns were all kind and pros in their job, that you would have to take a couple of days to chose the right one for you cause they were all good and it would be diffucilt for you to pick just one out.

When Mr. Vaughn had entered the room, silence filled the walls once again and confusion clenched anyone's throat.

Well, everyone except you.

You just smiled and answered the man now standing beside you with a huge grin on his face, amused.

"Good morning Hyot, I wanted to make them a little surprise, so I went ahead and brought cupcakes. You want one?"

At you perfectly spoken sentence, every single person in that room froze.

And Randall, oh Randall, you could clearly hear him crying in his head and cursing for his stupidity.

But the man with curled hair, he was suddenly smiling.

"Sure, I love your cupcakes!"

As fast as he could, Hoyt grabbed a random dessert and took a bite out of it. He turned around to face his clowns, smiling through a filled mouth.

"Guys, this lovely lady right here is Miss y/n l/n, our new client! She insisted on meeting you in person and personally pick one of you for her grand opening down the street!"

Silence.

Again.

He was speaking in a light tone, money made everyone happy in that city. You, on the other hand, couldn't care less.

After all, if you did, you wouldn't have run away from you homeland.

Right?

"Okay, let's get started."

Your mind couldn't exactly understand why your eyes couldn't leave the pale figure of the man that was still staring at the floor, but the presentment that he wasn't like anyone else in that damned city was clear and loud in your heart.

You could feel his discomfort, you could hear the war in his head, his uncertain eyes that were fighting to keep themselves right there, staring at the ground.

He wanted to look at you.

So bad.

But how could someone like him deserve to look at someone like you?

You were just stunning, just...

"Randall is great with children and then ther-"

Interrupting people wasn't really your thing, but in that moment it seriously didn't matter.

Your hand moved almost on its own and brought a thin finger toward the unknown gentle soul.

"I want him"

#joker #joker film #joker arthur fleck #joker 2019 #joker fanfiction #joaquin phoenix #reader #fanfic #arthur fleck #joker x reader #request #Please

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pass-the-bechdel · 4 years ago

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Alias s01e08 ‘Time Will Tell’

Does it pass the Bechdel Test?

Yes, twice.

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

Four (26.67%).

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

Eleven (73.33%).

Positive Content Rating:

Three

General Episode Quality:

Fine.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) UNDER THE CUT:

Passing the Bechdel: Francie greets Sydney and apologizes for dropping lemon Juice on Sydney’s mothers’ books. Anna and Sydney trade lines before fighting.

Female Characters:

Sydney Bristow

Anna Espinosa

June Litvack

Francie Calfo

Male Characters:

Marcus Dixon

Professor Hoyt

Arvin Sloane

Jack Bristow

Professor Choy

Marshall Flinkman

Will Tippin

Michael Vaughn

Donato

Mike

Karl Dryer

Other Notes:

Midway through the episode, I became afraid that Sydney and Anna, despite their multiple interactions throughout the episode, would not get any Bechdel passes. It was a close thing, but they did get one. Given that they’re meant to be arch-enemies, that is not a good thing—they should be getting loads more.

That said, that the dynamic between the two characters is as fun as it is even when they’re not talking to each other says a lot about how great the chemistry between the two is.

Speaking of chemistry, I just want to note how much I love Sydney and Dixon as partners in the field.

After several episodes of teasing, “Time Will Tell” focuses in earnest on the mystery of Rambaldi, and it makes for a not-great time. As mentioned in previous reviews, a lot of the early Alias mysteries play a lot less interestingly once you know how they end, and this is definitely the case here. The whole plotline, in the end, works best as garnish, not as the main course.

Unfortunately, the rest of the episode also suffers once you know how everything ends. Sloane’s attempts to identify the mole, and Sydney’s attempts to evade detection, aren’t terribly interesting in and of themselves, and don’t reveal any new depths to any of the characters. Similarly, having Sydney be once again convinced that Jack was a KGB agent isn’t fun. Unlike the last episode, this one is all plot plot plot, and not even Anna can really help it.

#Alias #Alias Season One #Time Will Tell #Female Representation #Bechdel Test

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soulbounce · 5 years ago

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