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fluffypotatey · 4 months ago

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leverage 2x03

WE GOING IN!!!!

Oooooh ok called “The Order 23 Job” 👀 so my guess is that it either has to do with hitmen or law related (OR MAYBE BOTH?????)

Oh wait episode description say they take over a hospital floor????? What????? TO STAGE AN OUTBREAK?????? LEVERAGE??????

Y’all what am I about to get myself into holy fuck

COURT ROOM

WE IN COURT AGAIN

wait a minute…..is it just me or does this defendant guy look familiar…..either he is the same dude from the Miracle Job or he’s just a new dude

NOOOOOO GOVERNMENT WHY

ugh gross 🤢 18 months????? fucking bs

Ok rip to me because I don’t remember the guy from the Miracle Job well but I think this guy is not him

Also, this Ronald man (paused it and the show his name on the cast list! thanks prime????) is either gonna kill the Eddie dude or be Leverage’s new client

He might assault him tho. That isn’t off the table. Assault and then he goes to jail LONGER than the white collar crime dude. Yes…..I can see that

OH HE HAS A GUN

NATE YOU FUCKING KING

AND HE STILL PUNCHED HIM!!!! I hope that felt good

Oh good just a warning

Guys am I getting a Hardinson episode??????

THEY ARE FUCKING FOCUSING ON HIM WHILE RONALD TALKS ABOUT HIS SISTER GUYS AM I WINNING?????? (I am so sorry Ronald your story is tragic and I am currently misty eyed BUT AM I WINNING YALL???)

Oooooooh did that cut close to you Nate???? An illness that could have been prevented and yet help was not afforded to you?

How over his son’s death is Nate btw? Asking for a friend

Eliot and Hardinson shitting on rich people my beloved

Yes Nate :))))) he is a germaphobe :))) ABUSE IT

dam ok y’all just gonna talk about how you swindled some people in front of an officier (tho not like he can do much. you got your sentence and also government aid.) Jesus you must feel so invincible rn

I hate him. Eddie fucking sucks.

“It’s about shifting fear” lmao i love irony

Love you Bob

Man what did they drug him with?????

NATE YOU ARE NOT!!!! YOU ARE NOT PLAYING A DOCTOR (he is 🥰🥰🥰)

“Let’s go steal us a hospital” y’all i love this show

Awwwww Parker’s mini panic (same girlie. I would be asking the same questions in your situation)

Oooooooh they got ambience audio

THEY DID NOT ASK PARKER THAT LMAO

y’all Eliot and Hardinson fighting over clothes help 💀

Lmao the way they are playing up his paranoia

YES PARKER PLEASE PLAY IT UP

HARDINSON AND ELIOT POLICE DUO????? Let’s fucking gooooooooo

Awwwww little baby boy 🥺 why he sick 🥺 awwwww it’s ok baby

Eliot stop staring at him that’s creepy

oh ok understood

Eddie being all smarmy lmao you have no idea what you got into

SOPHIE!!!!

I hate Eddie

Awwwwww Nate giving Parker a 101 on how to manipulate people 🥺

That’s how zombie movies start

LMAOOOOO

the plot thickens :)

Yes Eliot :3 play with their rational

“My wife just had a baby. 🥺” “His wife just had a baby 😔✊”

Hardinson repeating people’s words my beloved

Sophie you play this so well 👏👏👏👏👏👏

Oh no Eddie 🫢 you are handcuffed 🫢

Hardinson be careful

“Yippity skip!”

Eliot help the kid 🥺

Nate do not rational that lmao

Sophie no 💀 what about your “boyfriend”

Eliot! You hide your ear piece!

God I am stressed 😫 Eliot stop!!!! ELIOT

ELIOT MY KING BUT I AM STRESSED

YES HE IS YOU BITCH

ok Eliot I was wrong. Kill that man

Awwww poor security man

“You have been exposed to an antigen that is repelled by water” STOP IT 😂😂😂😂 IM FUCKING WHEEEZING

Hardinson: doing his job

Eliot: not doing his job and instead put for blood

OH I FUCKING KNEW THAT MAN WAS SHIFTY!!!! CHARLIE!!!!! I KNEW IT

goddam why they always need to double check shit :( let the con men be free from double checking

Dammit Eliot, Hardinson is giving you some pretty good info AND YOU STASHED THAT EAR PIECE AWAY!!!! ELIOT PUT IT BACK ON

Of course it’s the fucking mob 🙄 should have known but seriously 18 months???? Why not 5 years :/

Oh of course, OF COURSE ELIOT GETS TO CHARLIE NOW!!!! Put that ear piece back or so help me!!!! SO HELP ME! SO HELP ME! SO HELP ME!

Is he gonna be chucked into a fucking morgue drawer 😔 Eliot run

OH NO

ELIOT RUNNNNNN

thank you Hardinson!!!!!!

Y’all those are special equipment!!!!! The hospital needs those!!!!

Ok Eliot now put the ear piece back on

Lmao Nate 😂😂😂😂 THE FUCKING SOVIETS??????? LMAO

Sorry I shouldn’t be laughing but it’s so fucking funny

IN THE DRAWER??????

Yes Parker!!!!! You are playing your role so well 💖💖💖💖

LMAO

Bob love you but please stop being good at your job

Awwww Eliot 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He said his real name 🤧🤧🤧

No I’m not crying leave me alone. I’m okAY

shut up

NO!!!! NOOOOOOOOO 🫠🫠🫠🫠 Randy baby boy 🤧

Alrighty. What now :/

It’s night?????? Already?????? When did that happen??????

IN THE COURT ROOM???????? EDDIE WHAT??????

LMAO

Love you Parker

“Everyone of you is looking to 25 to life” oh baby, they have a way longer sentence if they ever get caught lmao

LMAOOOOO

Eddie dude 😂 you are so bad at this

I love their gloating 🥰

“Kiss ass” 💀💀💀💀

Eliot stop giving Bob ideas

Eliot tell him about Randy 🥺

YEAHHHHHHHHH

YEAHHHHHHHHHJJJJHHH 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

A-okay broskis

I’m sooooo good 🥲

Good episode 🫠 tbh the epidemic plot was funnier than I thought it would be but like on the flip side it would be so scary to have that be played on you. Real pandemic is enough for me. Y’all don’t need to con me that shit

The fucking side plot with Eliot and the kid 🥺 y’all I’m am sobbing 😭 just how Eliot clocked that so fast and how he tried to hard to help and finally gets Randy away and safe for good (well, maybe not for good bc foster system but he shows that kid that help CAN come and he’s not alone and 🥲)

Also, this was not a Hardinson episode *kicks dirt* BUT I LOVED ALL OF HIS MOMENTS!!! I love him so much and I want a focused episode on him so badly is that so wrong?

But man. Imma cool down and breathe then go to the next episode

#leverage #fluffy watches #screaming crying sobbing #eliot stole my heart #sorry hardinson

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luminafights · 3 months ago

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░ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝟓𝟎 ⠀ 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟏.𝟎 ⠀ ① ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ: Fresh Paint Rafayel ⠀ ① ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: Hunter Firearm ⠀ ② ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ: Phantom of the Siren Rafayel ⠀ ② ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: Hunter Claymore

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⠀⠀⠀☑ Stella Match⠀⠀⠀⠀☐ 3 Star Pass⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☐ Video

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I had to wait for a good card for my Team 2 before I could progress. Oh god I missed combat content so much. But anyway, these were my stats for Fire Orbit 50!

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲── .✦

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬── .✦

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬── .✦

2024-03-23 1:39 PM

I'm writing this down while the memory is still fresh. My main struggle was with the ice dragon (Hoarfrost Wyrmlord) in the second fight because my stats were really pushing it there. I had to rely on luck for a very specific part which I'll elaborate on later. Some context: I got the boss to weakened state 3 times, and used oath 1 time. Timed resonance skill to interrupt some annoying attacks and/or to close the distance, like when dragon does the roar that pushes you back. Did the usual claymore clobbering. With these stats, I could get the ice dragon down to 80-90% 1x HP by the end of the 2nd weakened state at around the 40-45 second mark? At which point it goes invincible and flies to the center of the area and does the tornado attack. Here's where I had to gamble. There will be a very small window where you may be able to squeeze in 1 resonance skill before he goes invincible, so you have to have 2 charges ready for it for this part (which means not using a Frangere Slash during the 2nd weakened state window). You might have to retry a few times to get it. If you do it right, by the time ice dragon is out of invincible state, you'll have some 30 seconds left, which should be enough time for you to hit it with another resonance skill and finish it off. Dragon can still dodge your resonance skill by flying or backstepping tho, so watch out for that.

2024-09-06 10:51 AM

Some good news in game version 2.0: dragons are no longer invincible when they do that annoying backstep!

#queue #love and deepspace combat #deepspace trials #fire orbit #fire orbit 50 #fresh paint rafayel #phantom of the siren rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #hunter firearm #hunter claymore #gelidus dentis #hoarfrost wyrmlord #stella match #game version 1 #love and deepspace #lumina fights

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siderealscribblings · 2 years ago

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I posted 481 times in 2022

187 posts created (39%)

294 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ladyserendipitous

@lilyellowink

@frostedpuffs

@markrial

@ladynoirist

I tagged 120 of my posts in 2022

#writeblogging - 10 posts

#my writing - 10 posts

#mwd - 6 posts

#mending warped designs - 6 posts

#rift wars - 3 posts

#thanks! - 3 posts

#ladynoir fic - 3 posts

#guilt anger and anxiety babyeee - 2 posts

#thank you! - 2 posts

#the rift wars - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#i have been meaning to reply to this with something more profound but i am mentally exhausted from work so gonna keep it brief

My Top Posts in 2022:

When you find a promising fic but see “Character Bashing” in the tags

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Sometimes when the burnout is real and I’m fucking sick of writing the same tense, awkward relationship I hand Chloe the mic.

29 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

Mending Warped Designs: Deconstruction Site

Paris, France

Nino slid a box off the top shelf, kicking the closet door closed as he dragged the box over to his desk in a study he shared with Alya. There were few things that made him nervous these days; being nigh invincible meant that the world was running out of things to seriously hurt him with. But sitting around while Alya was on patrol without him always set his teeth on edge.

Maybe it was just a reminder that his shield had its limits.

"Where the hell did I put that stupid DVD…" Nino muttered, rifling around the box for a movie he promised Chloe he had tucked away somewhere. If he had to go back out to the living room and admit that it would be easier to rent it on the internet, he would never hear the end of it. And the last thing he needed was to give Chloe one more thing to needle him over.

The fact that she was still crashing with them made things all the more complicated.

He liked to think he and Alya were on the same page about the direction their life was going; college, marriage, careers, and kids (maybe). But Chloe, as she always did, seemed to complicate things to the point where the map he had in his head no longer worked for them. Or maybe he was just pushing off responsibility onto Chloe so he didn't need to worry about where he stood with Alya.

Rifling around in the box, Nino paused as his hand landed on a worn newspaper clipping stuck to the underside of a picture frame. He could see his younger self, smiling with his arm wrapped around Rena Rouge on one side with a bony black arm jutting out from behind the frame on the other. Carefully, he tried to tug it out, wriggling his hand gently to avoid ripping it in-

"Did you find it or do you owe me thirty euros plus the cost of Zoolander on streaming services?"

Rip!

Chloe's voice over his shoulder startled Nino and the newspaper came apart in a sudden rip with a Chat Noir's disembodied arm dangling off the corner of the page.

"Ooh, hope that wasn't important," Chloe said with a wince as Nino fished the other half of the picture out of the box. It was an old pic taken around the time they were sixteen, fresh off an Akuma fight and looking happy to be alive. On the other side, Ladybug had her arm wrapped around the waist of a weathered-looking Chat Noir.

"It used to be," Nino said, laying the torn picture on the table and lining it up as best he could. "Hasn't been for a while, I guess."

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Just had a thought of Luka and Kagami having a competition on who got told the worst lie back when they were dating Marinette and Adrien

Luka: she told me she had to cancel our date last minute because she had to go christmas shopping with her mom. It was June.

Kagami: he said he couldn't go to my archery competition because he had dinner with his dad.

Luka:...ok you win.

Luka: Marinette once told me that her cat was on fire and I believed her for half an hour

Kagami: Adrien said that he forgot that he was meeting someone for a movie.

Luka: That doesn't sound so-

Kagami: We were at the movies

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My #1 post of 2022

We stay grinding; we stay winning

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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cheeryraccoon · 2 years ago

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You Seem Special Pt. 2 - Googleiplier x Captain!Reader

Sorry it took a while to get part two out! School is going to start back soon so I've been getting ready for that. I hope you enjoy!

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"I still am wondering why you seem special. Have you done anything to be different from other humans? It does not make sense to me." Googleiplier said.

You were both sitting in the forgotten droid room just talking. After you left him to go deal with what happened with the Reactor it took you a day or two to come back. You visit him as regularly as you can and you have been for a while. You really enjoy talking to him, and obviously telling him he can't destroy civilization whenever he brings it up.

"Nothing that I can think of. I'm the Captain of the Invincible II, I guess that's pretty special." You answered him, leaving out that you were taking the colonists to their new home... and your recent adventure with Mark.

"Interesting. Will I ever be able to leave this room? I have be locked here for many light-years." He asked.

"I don't know, technically I wasn't supposed to activate you at all when I found you. Plus, you have your whole "I want to destroy all of humanity" thing going on," You paused to laugh at your impression of your friend, him giving you a small smile, "Anyways, even if we got that sorted out, it would be odd for a new crewmember to randomly appear."

Google nodded.

"What if my second objective is no longer to destroy humanity? Would there be a way to trick the rest of your crew into thinking that I am just another crew they never noticed?"

"Maybe, I'd have to think about it. It sounds like second objective has changed, thats good! What did it change to–?"

You were, once again, interrupted by your radio.

"Captain! Its a 23-19! We need you in Cryo asap!" Celci's voice said.

"Crud, I have to go," You get up from the floor. "I'll be back when I can, I'll see you later."

Google nodded. You noticed his sad expression as you powered him down. You'll have to ask about it next time you see him. The most important thing right now, is to make sure your ship and crew are okay.

#markiplier #googleiplier x y/n #googleiplier x reader #googleiplier #googleiplier markiplier

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non-un-topo · 3 years ago

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I see your 17 (which delights me) and give you Kaysanova, 23

NATE how did you pick the exact one I hoped to get??!!! <333 Muah!

Touching prompts(??) 23. Carrying the other one in their arms

(Last time, I wrote a brief scene where Nicky carried Joe so I'm turning the tables! And ofc because it's me it turned out being a little angsty and a little whump-y... but happy!)

Meeting Andromache and Quỳnh had changed everything. It was then, and without much preamble, that they were told of the finitude of their shared ability. Before then, Nicolò and Yusuf had navigated the world as if they were untouchable, without much thought as to if or when their immortality could end. They were impenetrable, able to recover almost instantly from falls that should have rendered them pulp, wounds that should have drained their bodies of blood in mere minutes. So, soon after they had grappled with the fact that they were not the only ones in the world who shared this gift, to be told that their invincibility was finite had been a guttural shock. The only thing that had been more frightening was the knowledge that it could happen at any time.

It was before the science had been worked out. Before a name was put to the thousands of delicate, tenuous little things that threaded through the body, responsible for tactility and mobility.

They were battling in the snow, bitter cold and blinding, when Nicolò felt the bite. It did not feel like an arrowhead wound, as he’d grown accustomed to recognizing. It was sharper, deeper, as it buried itself into his back and the jolt crawled through each of his limbs, like fire ants.

The shock was quick, but it was excruciating. Almost as soon as the arrow had pierced his spine, he crumpled to the snow.

Andromache and Quỳnh were caught up in the spirit of the battle, moving fluidly in the space together, a single, perfectly orchestrated unit. Yusuf was nearby, as was where he belonged, but he hesitated and dodged an arrow that would have already been stopped in its path, were Nicolò at his side.

Yusuf was quickly becoming outnumbered and Nicolò pressed his palms into the snow underneath him, making to lift himself up, when he choked on the deep, jittery shock that shot up his spine and down his arms. They went lax underneath him.

The arrow was still in his back, he knew, but he could no longer feel it. Through a nauseating bloom of panic, he tried to move his legs, but found he could not feel them either.

“We have to keep moving, c’mon!” Yusuf’s breathless voice called from above.

Nicolò found he could not speak. His breath left him in moist little clouds, visible in the frigid air. Yusuf was still fighting on his own just ahead. Nicolò needed to be there, at his back where he was always meant to be, finishing off the targets as Yusuf weakened them.

His legs were not moving, so Nicolò dragged himself. He reached out, tried to pull his own weight, but his arms felt like pins and needles and would not support him.

Yusuf must have noticed, because he was by his side in a blink.

“My legs…” Nicolò grunted. “I cannot feel them.”

Yusuf said nothing, so he must have been touching him, checking him over, but Nicolò still felt nothing. The sting of panic crawled up his throat and the snow melted under his palms.

“Then I will carry you,” said Yusuf.

Nicolò was turned around and lifted then, and the arrow shifted next to his spine with the movement. He gasped as a new, sharper jitter of pain ran through him like lightning.

Yusuf was saying something to Andromache and Quỳnh, Nicolò surmised, because he had turned his head around in their direction. Nicolò had nearly gone deaf to the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.

“Yusuf,” he rasped. Yusuf held him close, tight, and began to walk, the snow slowing him as he sank deep with each step. With his own next words, Nicolò’s voice went quiet. “I am not healing.”

Yusuf kept his eyes ahead. “You are,” he assured. “You will. All will be well. What do you always tell me, my love?”

Nicolò had no words. He only gazed up at Yusuf, at the crusted blood on his forehead, the proud line of his chin, his warm, steady eyes.

“Believe yourself,” Yusuf urged, because he knew that Nicolò could not. “It is not our time yet.”

His words hit Nicolò like an avalanche and he wanted to close his eyes against the sudden burning in them. He didn’t. He kept them on Yusuf’s face. Nicolò had always said they shared a destiny. Like a breath and a heartbeat, they shared one life.

Yusuf looked down at him then, and as he smiled, Nicolò felt the sun’s warmth on his face, and almost, though he could have imagined it, on his legs. He curled in closer to Yusuf’s chest, resting his head on his shoulder, and Yusuf kissed his hair as he continued to walk them forward, away from the carnage.

He felt an odd jolt, a twinge, and Yusuf nudged at his brow with his nose.

“Nico, look.”

He did. Looked up at Yusuf’s beautiful face, then followed his gaze to his legs. He had to crane his neck slightly to see, but in moments, he could see his foot twitch.

He let his head fall back against Yusuf’s bicep, at the corner where it met his shoulder, relieved tears in his eyes, and he felt Yusuf lean in to kiss those tears before they fell. Beneath his knees, he could finally feel Yusuf’s grip, secure and safe and warm.

(I was thinking of this Firefly quote: “When you can’t run, you crawl. And when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you.” <3)

#ask game #tog #kaysanova #ficlet #sage writes #thanks for the prompt nate ;_; <333333 keeses!!!!#i am such a sucker for this trope you have no idea my GOD

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metalbatandzenko · 4 years ago

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all the numbers owo

GrCUnA gaoh god sdljhdkjshfkjsh

This is gonna get long so I’ll put it under the cut. I’m also gonna remove the ones I’ve answered already.

1. What fandoms do you write for?

OPM and AtLA. I have a Miraculous Ladybug fic, but the creator is a nightmare and I hate the way the show treats the main character (literally the creator said part of the show’s episode formula is the main character “learns a lesson” every episode: usually through humiliation) and all the characters of color so I really don’t write for it anymore.

2. What pairings do you write for?

Batarou, Mumensai, and I do general fics.

3. What is your most popular fanfic?

My Miraculous Ladybug fic. By like. a lot akfdjhlgkjhfdlkg

It’s got triple the subscriptions and bookmarks, double the hits, and more kudos than any of my other fics. And I haven’t updated since January.

4. Do you write original stories as well?

I do! I’m a creative writing major, so I do a lot of memoir nonfiction and poetry, but I also write fictional short stories.

5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

I don’t think there is one! Different strokes and all. But if you weren’t aware, I’m working on an ATLA fic rn about Zuko trying to repair his relationship with Azula. Not for this fandom, but a fun fic for me because it’s a bit out of my wheelhouse.

6. What is a fandom you will never write for?

Out of the ones I’ve been in, voltron.

7. What is a ship you will never write for?

There are...a lot. For the sake of my mental well being, I will not list them. But I will say any ship between a teen and someone in their mid twenties or beyond is a no go for me.

8. Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

Begrudgingly, Ao3. I have my issues with Ao3 and I think I’ve made those pretty clear (and they’ve gotten me into some hot water lmao) but it’s a good place to put fics.

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

I could not tell you. I am so bad at staying motivated. Certain fics I love writing. Others feel like I’m pulling teeth.

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

Hidden Horns. By a lot. like 20k words a lot.

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

A bit of both, but I lean towards laughing. The world needs more light.

13. What is your planning process?

Depends on the fic. For short ones or oneshots, there really isn’t one. For longer fics, I’ll have an outline, but a lot of times I’m laying tracks as I go. If I think of a good scene or line, I’ll write it down and just keep it at the end of my doc until it comes up in the story.

15. OCs or no OCs?

OC’s only when they’re necessary for plot. For example, Madame Oshitani in Hidden Horns only really showed up because I needed a piano teacher, and I couldn’t have it be an existing hero. Outside of that, I tend to avoid putting OC’s in fics, because I find them disruptive when I’m reading fics.

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Sometimes! Hidden Horns was based off of this fanart. If they are, I make sure to note that in the notes.

20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

Yeah you got:

A (Not So) Brief Hiatus-Miraculous Ladybug

Promises to Keep-OPM/batarou

Little Boy-OPM/Metal Bat centric

A Game of Chase-OPM/batarou

Not Invincible-OPM/batatou death

Someone Fun-OPM/Mumensai

Date With the Devil-OPM/Mumensai sequel

Something of Note-OPM/Mumensai

Conduct Evil-OPM/batarou

Grief and Other Intangibles-OPM/Zombiedad and CE death

Horns and Fangs Series (Hidden Horns and Fear and Fangs)-OPM/batarou

Spaghetti and Juiceboxes-OPM/Zombiedad and CE

I guess they don't like me but I never figured out why (I guess they think I don't like them either)-ATLA/Zuko reaches out to Azula

21. What’s your shortest fanfic?

Conduct Evil at a whopping 354 words.

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

They vary! Mine tend to be pretty short, like 1k-4k.

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

*sweats* Like 17 at least

25. How many WIPs will you finish?

Rude to assume I won’t finish all of them eight if I’m lucky

26. First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

Third. I hate writing in first person except for in nonfiction.

27. Do you take requests?

Kind of. If people send me an ask that I vibe with, I might write something, but as a general rule, no. I’ve been considering doing commissions though, so if you want to toss a coin to your bitcher lmk

28. I will name you three things (object — scenario — fandom/ship): write a paragraph or two!

I can’t do this one without those three kdjhflkjsdh

29. What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

They’re difficult in different ways, but original is way harder.

Original work means there’s zero scaffolding to build off of except for the scaffolding you make yourself, and there’s a lot of issues with worldbuilding and creating complex and relatable characters.

Fanfic relies on a solid understanding of existing characters and dynamics, as well as the internal logic of the world. The scaffolding is there, but often times it’s stifling.

30. What writing software do you use?

Word and Google Docs fkjhslgkjh

31. Do you use beta/sensitive readers?

Nope. I probably should though.

32. Past or present tense?

Past. I can’t consistently write in present.

33. Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

Some of my friends do. I’ve shared some with them! I use fanfic as warmup, so a lot of my writing friends know about my fics.

34. How did you find the world of fanfics?

I wrote Adventure Time fanfic on middle school and published them on an Adventure Time facebook group. They were wildly popular in the group.

36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?

I don’t think so tbh.

37. Did your work ever get plagiarized?

If it did, I wouldn’t know. But I highly doubt it.

38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

No because I can’t stick to a deadline.

39. Collaborations or working solo?

I’ve never done a collaboration before.

41. What is something you don’t like about your writing?

I rely really heavily on dialogue and I’m suuuper aware of it. I think the thing is I do a lot of domestic fics, and even my story fics tend to be pretty domestic. I’m looking at you Hidden Horns

My original work doesn’t tend to lean on it as heavily.

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

I am a die hard found family bitch. Nothing guilty about it.

44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

Yes, actually. The aforementioned middle school fic got mini fancomic for the first chapter, and I wrote a Miraculous Ladybug ficlet in a fic chain that got fanart.

45. Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?

I think there might be one that was inspired by my fic, but I can’t remember tbh.

47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

My ATLA fic!!! give it some love tf :/ (kidding of course.)

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Yeah, here you go:

The hero removed his coat and dropped it on the ground, where it landed with a solid “thud”.

He unhooked the holster under his arms, removed a knife from both boots, and unstrapped the machetes from his back.

They joined the trench coat in the pile.

Garou watched in equal parts awe and horror as Zombieman continued to produce weapons from increasingly improbable locations.

Finally, when the pile at his feet was large enough to arm a private militia, Zombieman stopped.

“I’ve got a pistol in my chest, but I’d prefer not to take that one out,” he said, pushing past Garou. “Feels rude to invite myself over then get blood all over the tatami.”

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whiskynottea · 6 years ago

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An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35, Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 44, Chapter 45, Chapter 46, Chapter 47, Chapter 48, Chapter 49, Chapter 50, Chapter 51

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A huge thank you to all of you for sticking with me! And, as always, thank you to my beta, @theministerskat!

Chapter 52. Michigan Writing

Sassenach: I juuuuuuuumped!

My hands were trembling. It took me more than one try to write the message without mistakes. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, sliding on the screen, adding a stray H and two stray Os before I could command them not to. The moment the message was sent, I calculated the time in Michigan. Six-thirty. Still too early, but the first thing I wanted to do once I had land under my feet again was to share that moment with Jamie. Now, when my heart was still trying to escape from my chest -- as if I could share the feeling with him through a simple text message.

Bungee jumping was amazing. Better than I thought it would be. Even now that I was standing still, I could still feel the adrenaline running through every tissue of my body. Waves were crashing against my skin, fighting for release, making me invincible.

All due to those scary, exhilarating sixty seconds when I felt I was challenging death. Trusting a rubber band to keep me alive and feeling my heart beating wildly, the blood rushing through my body, my voice leaving my mouth in shrill cries. The wind rippling through my hair.

Elation. Freedom.

I had to do it again, but next time with Jamie. I needed to see his smile splitting his face when the crew would pull him up. To see happiness reflecting in his eyes the moment they found mine.

Sassenach: We’re definitely doing this together, too.

Louise’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up from my phone. The crew was working fast to ready her, not leaving time for second thoughts. Louise, however, was looking at me with panicked eyes. “I’m not sure about this…” she murmured, a question hiding behind the words. Should I not do it? She was close to backing out just before the jump.

“It’s awesome Louise!” I encouraged her, unable to erase the grin that was still on my face, lingering there from my own jump. “You’ll love it!”

A few moments later she was screaming “Merde!”, but I could hear the laughter in her voice.

Looking around, I saw Robert chuckling silently, while Jeremy was standing close to the edge, excitement clearly written on his face. Margaret, on the other hand, had shrunk into herself, standing as far as she could from the crew, as if they would suddenly grab her and throw her off the bridge without so much as a question.

“C'est magnifique!” Louise’s laughter interrupted her words, her hand secured over her heart as she stood again amongst us. “Best thing I’ve done in a long while!” she added, ecstatic.

A weird sound came from Robert’s voice that made Jeremy laugh. We were all aware that Robert was one of the things Louise had done lately, but it was nothing more than one drunken night, so none of us had mentioned it.

“No matter how good you are, mate, I don’t think you can really compare to bungee jumping.” To the challenging glance shot at him by Robert, Jeremy added, “No offense, St. Germain.”

Another sound came from Robert, but he didn’t reply to Jeremy’s comment. Jeremy turned to the crew. “Okay, my turn!” he said. “I’m so excited!”

“Can’t tell,” Robert drawled, looking bored.

“Oh come on!” I said, disbelieving. “You can’t pretend to be calm about this! It’s not called an ‘extreme sport’ for nothing.”

“Oui!” Louise agreed with me, pulling her hair up into a sleek bun, still smiling. “This feels so good!”

“I know,” he said plainly.

“You do?” I asked, surprised.

“I’ve done this before,” he deadpanned.

“And?” I couldn't hide the smile from my voice. It was as if he had resigned to showing no emotions at all, and it was getting ridiculous.

“It’s great, okay?” he said, his face stony, but his eyes grew wide, as if he had surprised himself by admitting it.

I smiled triumphantly, but didn’t continue the conversation. Jeremy was almost ready, and he was looking at me with a wide smile, waiting to take his picture so he would post it on Instagram.

“Got it,” I winked at him and smiled, and his grin became wider, if that was even possible.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived back at the volunteer house. Robert had jumped from the bridge in the most nonchalant way, but even he couldn’t control the grin on his face when the crew pulled him back up. Margaret had decided that she didn’t want to try, even though we had repeatedly assured her that the jump was perfectly safe and felt amazing. Robert had walked with her back to her room while the rest of us had stayed behind, having an animated conversation about seeing the ground coming closer and closer, and wondering where the hell the rope was that would stop us.

Jamie hadn’t mentioned my letter in any of his texts or during our calls, and I, wanting it to be a surprise, didn’t inform him of my old-fashioned means of communication. So I could hardly believe in my eyes when Robert gave me the crisp white envelope with my name written on it in Jamie’s beautiful penmanship.

“Mr Darcy sends his regards,” he said with a slightly raised eyebrow, but I didn’t have time to spend on his mockery. That he, of all people, would be the one to read Pride and Prejudice and use references from the book to tease me. Or maybe he had watched the movie. Having Jamie’s letter in my hands, I didn’t really care either way.

I ran to my bed, lay prone propping myself up on my elbows, and tore the envelope open.

My Sassenach,

A letter? Really? John is now calling me Napoleon and it’s all your fault. He says Napoleon was sending steamy love letters to Josephine and he’s sure that’s what we’re doing as well. If I’m going to live through that, you have to increase the level of naughtiness in your letters, babe. We have to live up to John’s expectations (and that’s the only reason I’m asking this of you, as I’m sure you very well know).

“Yeah, sure, Jamie Fraser. The one and only reason,” I murmured, grinning. “I wonder who you’re trying to persuade with this.” Shaking my head, I continued.

What you also need to know, is that Hector has left two fake letters on my desk this week -- one featuring hearts of all shapes, the other full of ridiculous declarations of love. And a bit of sex talk. Really bad sex talk, if I may say so. We should have never helped these two get together. They are insufferable, and I have to endure their silliness all by myself now that you’re gone, Sassenach.

COME BACK. SAVE YOUR LAD. I’M SUFFERING HERE.

“You’re a ridiculous human being,” I whispered, smiling, although my heart clenched a little reading his words. I knew he was joking, I knew it, but I also knew he did wish I was there. My eyes glanced back to his words.

To be honest, I never expected to get a letter from you. It was a nice surprise, reading you, though. Maybe I’ve read the letter more than once. Maybe I read my favorite parts every night. Maybe.

The groan left my lips before I could control it. Why does this man have to be so sweet? All of a sudden, my arms felt extremely empty.

I never expected to tell you that I’m happy you’re there, Claire, but I am. I am happy because you are. Because I can see the way you smile in the pictures you send. Because I can even read this joy, squeezed into the tiny white spaces between the crammed words in your letter, flashing as if it were written with fluorescent colours.

I can’t really explain it, but it makes me happy and sad at the same time. It feels like an ache in my chest. I’m happy you’re doing what you love, but I want to be there, with you. I have this constant feeling that I’m missing something really important, something we were supposed to live together.

But then, if I followed you everywhere, maybe you’d get sick of me and ditch me the moment you got bored. I’m staying here to make myself unattainable, that’s what I’m doing.

Here is where you say, “I’d never get bored of you, you fool.” (I do hope you’ve said this. Or at least thought it.)

R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S. “I’ll never ever get bored of you, you fool,” I said, feeling that I owed him that much. It was the truth, after all. Jamie’s letter continued in a more serious tone.

I know we need to make some memories that are ours and ours alone, mo chridhe, but I don’t want to. I want to be there, to see wild Africa as you see it, the people, the landscapes… To see you healing others, getting ready to become one of the best doctors in the world. I want to be there, to smell you at night when you lie in my arms, to feel your skin soft and warm against my lips. To feel you getting wet, as I run my fingers across your body.

My heart thundered inside my chest. Living up to John’s expectations, my arse.

Anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I miss you terribly.

“I miss you too, you oaf. Why do you have to make this so hard?” My whisper was soon lost, as Jeremy burst in, laughing at something Louise had said outside. I swallowed hard, trying to master my feelings.

Things here are pretty much as you left them, Sassenach. Classes are relatively easy and the winter term ends next Tuesday. Coach has started pushing us harder. Training is exhausting and I often have no stamina to do anything more than go to classes and to the pool. I’m getting better, though. My time underwater is so much longer now! I still need to improve my turns, and coach says my back doesn’t have quite the right arch when I jump at the start. In Edinburgh, my coach had said I had the perfect start -- it appears not.

I could almost see him rolling his eyes. My poor swimmer, straining for perfection.

Other than that, we usually gather over at Hector’s for beers twice a week, as you already know. You remember Jim from when you were here? The complete arsehole? He’s starting to open up now, and he’s really not that bad. Oh, and I just hung up with Jenny. She told me she’ll send you some pictures of Lallybroch, to entice you to return home. Lallybroch is beautiful in the spring, remember the pictures I sent you last Easter? I’ll send you some pictures of me, to make you come here. Fraser measures, we call them.

Jenny said she misses you a lot, but she’s proud of you. She said I’m a lucky bastard to have you -- I needed to remind her I am her family, and not you. I talked with Ian, too. He has started looking for apartments in Edinburgh, so Jenny and he will live alone come September. He wants to find a job too, so he can pay for it, but Jenny has no idea about his plans. He’ll get her on a trip to Edinburgh so they’ll decide together which one they like once he narrows down their choices to three or four apartments. I told him that he’s making the rest of us seem inadequate as boyfriends, but he merely chuckled. He is, though.

Don’t get any ideas in that pretty head of yours. Ian is only one, taken by Jenny, and I’m the best boyfriend you can ever get. Right? Right?

You’re the best I can ever get, that’s for sure.

Your team of volunteers seems nice. Tell Louise I said hi! And keep a safe distance from the guys, okay? (I’m kidding. Or not. Okay, I am, stop staring at that piece of paper as if you’re going to put it on fire.)

I don’t know when this letter will be delivered to you. I’ll make sure you get enough of me through texts till then. I can’t wait for the weekend, so I can see and hear you again.

I love you. And I miss you. And I want you. God, I want you.

Time will pass and I’ll have your obnoxious curls getting in my face again. I can’t wait.

Your beloved Scot.

I pressed the letter against my chest, breathing long and deep. A letter from Jamie -- who would ever have imagined that happening. I grabbed my phone, checking the time. He should have woken up by now.

Sassenach: Where are you, my sleepy Scot?

Seeing that he wasn’t online, I tucked the letter between the pages of my book and went outside to sit with the others. Louise gave me a sweet smile, and nodded towards the only empty chair, between her and Margaret.

“Happy?” she asked in a low voice once I was seated.

“Yes,” I said, but it was more of a sigh and less of a word. “I miss him.”

“I know.” She pressed her lips together, and her glance traveled to her phone. Charlie was back in France and he hadn’t taken Louise’s decision well. He blamed her for leaving their perfect life to go on an adventure without him, and they had broken up a few days before she left for Zambia. But she still loved him.

At least Jamie understood.

When the rest went back in the house, Robert and I were left alone basking in the sun.

“So,” I said, leaning towards him. “Pride and Prejudice? You?” I asked in a low voice, making sure I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way.

Robert looked at me for the briefest moments, then averted his eyes. If I didn’t know he had been lying under the sun for the past thirty minutes, I would swear he had blushed. With his gaze fixed on a puffy white cloud, he shrugged.

“You would make a nice Mr. Darcy yourself, you know,” I said without really thinking about it. Or, more specifically, thinking about his money and arrogance.

His eyes found mine, and the openness I saw there surprised me. “It was my mother’s favourite book.” He ran a hand through his hair, fixing his gaze on the cloud again.

I froze at his use of past tense.

“I’m sorry, Robert.” I reached out tentatively and squeezed his hand, feeling his fingers pressing hard against the arm of his chair. “I know how it feels like.”

He looked at me again, wide eyes glazed with unshed tears. He nodded, gulped as if to swallow the words and feelings that overwhelmed him, and stood abruptly. A moment later he left the house.

My gaze was fixed on the road for a while after Robert disappeared at the turn, thinking how proud and prejudiced I had been in my assessment of him. Everyone carries their own baggage, some people hiding their limping better than others.

Chapter 53

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beanfic · 5 years ago

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Summertime Sadness - Ch. 20

Word count: 1995

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

Author’s note: This chapter hurt to reread and edit, but I hope you enjoy it! Second to last chapter :)

Song Suggestions: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey (like just put it on repeat, do it. now.)

“You look gorgeous,” your Mom whispered as she stuck her head in your room. You smiled as you inspected yourself in the stand-up mirror in front of you. You were wearing a red summer dress that had a deep v neck and ended right above your knees, black high heels, and a diamond necklace. You had curled your hair was a faint purple and put half of it up in a clean bun.

“Thanks, Mom.” You walked over to her and gave her a hug. You could feel her hand rub your back.

“I know it’s going to be hard, but I’m right here for you.”

“I just can’t believe tonight is my last night with him.”

“Just until December,” she pulled a curl that was hanging by your face and you watched it bounce from your side profile. Your purple was almost faded, and your hair now being able to be long enough to put the top half up. “Your hair looks like a beauty queen’s hair.”

“That’s kind of the look I was going for,” you grabbed your purse and checked your phone. Josh had texted you five minutes ago that he was on his way to pick you up. You had to work during the day, cutting your very last day of summer with Josh short.

“Where are you guys going for dinner?” your mom asked.

“I’m not sure,” you shrugged. “He said he has the whole night planned out as a surprise.”

“Well, I hope you have fun, enjoy yourself and be safe.” She kissed the top of your head.

“I will be Mom, thank you.” You headed downstairs and waited outside for Josh to pick you up. You saw the familiar headlights of Josh’s jeep speeding down your street. He got out of the Jeep quickly and walked around the car.

Your mouth dropped when you got a good glimpse of him. He was wearing nice black shorts and a nice white button up t-shirt. He looked nice, like really nice. He had shaved because his stubble was no longer there, and his blue hair was styled up and back.

“You look gorgeous, Y/L/N,” he wrapped your body up in his arms and he dipped you down like in the movies, making you let out a little squeal.

“Don’t drop me!” He lifted you back up, planting a kiss on your lips. “You look handsome too, Dun.”

“Ready for dinner?” He walked over to his Jeep and opened up the passenger door for you. You nodded and hopped in, smoothing out your dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled.

“Where are we going?” you asked while Josh headed out of your neighborhood and getting on the freeway.

“Just wait and see.”

The car ride wasn’t too long, and he pulled up to this building that had lights on it. The sign read Martini Modern Italian. Also known as one of the fanciest Italian restaurants in Columbus, Ohio.

“Josh! This place is so expensive.” You placed your hand over your mouth as you gasped. “How can you afford this?”

“Regional At Best is doing way better than we were expecting, and I wanted to treat you.” His eyes creased when he smiled, and again your stomach fluttered. You started to think of how he was moving tomorrow, but you tried to push the thought away because you wanted to enjoy the night.

Josh grabbed your hand and walked inside to the Hostess at the front. “Reservation?” She asked in a high pitched voice.

“Yes, two for Dun.” He gave your hand a little squeeze.

“Right this way!” You followed the hostess to a little booth in a corner. There was a candle in the middle of the table and rose petals all over the table cloth.

“Josh this is amazing,” you whispered in awe as you looked around. You had never been in such a fancy restaurant before.

“Only the best for you.” You couldn’t help but blush at his kind words. You both talked about the album until the waiter showed up and took your orders.

“I’ll get a glass of Chardonnay, and an order of the Chicken Carbonara.” Josh handed the waiter his menu, and then it was your turn.

“May I please just have a glass of water, and I’ll order the Shrimp Marinara.” You handed her the menu with a smile.

“Just water, huh?” Josh chuckled.

“I’m only eighteen.”

“And I’m only 23.”

“You’re old,” you giggled.

“And you’re a baby. My baby,” he teased back.

“Ew, don’t ever call me that again.” You did a gagging motion making Josh burst out in laughter. Your meals came, and you had to take a picture of the fancy plates before digging in. The food was delicious, and you didn’t want it to stop but soon your stomach felt tight in your dress.

“I’m so full,” you groaned, rubbing your stomach.

“Me too!” Josh pushed his plate forward and leaned back. He paid the bill, which he didn’t let you see but you were guessing it was probably really expensive.

“Back to the car!” he pointed his finger forward and started marching, which made you hide your face with embarrassment.

“Can you not march in the middle of a prestigious restaurant,” you mumbled. “Where are we going anyway?”

“It’s a surprise, but it’s a long car ride.”

“Mount Jeez?” you raised an eyebrow as Josh opened the passenger door.

He groaned, “How did you guess?”

“It’s night time, and where else would we drive far too? We’re obviously going stargazing on the top of Mount Jeez!”

“You’re too smart.”

Josh got in the car and started it, and you sat back in your seat. It was only around 8pm, so the sun was just starting to set but it was a solid 80 degrees out. One of the warmest nights you have seen in Ohio in August.

Josh blared the Fun. album, making it a tradition when you head up to the lookout.

You kicked off your heels and layed further in the seat. You rolled down the window and let the wind blow your curls back. Josh held your left hand tight, and he rubbed your hand.

The hour and a half drive went by quickly, and before you knew it Josh was driving up onto the lookout. He kept his car running and hopped out. You unbuckled with confusion and got out too.

Josh held his hand out to you, “May I have this dance?” he said with a smirk. You nodded and grabbed his hand. He pulled you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heels were still off, so you were shorter.

The music mixed with the sound of the telephone wires sizzling above you and your body swayed with Josh’s. He would spin you around, and both of you would laugh. You leaned your body close to his, your body buzzing. He made you feel electric.

“You’re the best,” he whispered as you slowly rocked back and forth. You looked up at him and kissed him, passionately.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave either.”

“I think I’m going to miss you forever,” your eyes started to well up with tears. “You know, this summer was filled with tears and sadness.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Next summer will be better, I promise.”

“Next summer?” you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, I don’t plan on letting you go ever even if I am living across the country.”

“Thank you, Josh, thank you,” you sobbed into his shirt letting your emotions consume you. After a few minutes, you pulled away and wiped your eyes. Josh walked to his Jeep and turned it off, grabbing blankets to put on the ground.

“The sun is almost gone,” he said. The sky was starting to light up with the stars and moon. You laid down next to Josh while he rubbed your arm.

“Kiss me, Josh,” you whispered. You wanted him to kiss you hard, one last night before he goes. Josh planted his lips on yours and you grabbed at his hair desperately. You weren’t usually the one to be so forward, but you knew what you wanted.

You pulled yourself up so you were sitting on Josh’s body and you continued to kiss him. You then grabbed his shoulders and rolled over so he was on top of you. He didn’t let his full body weight down though, so you didn’t get crushed.

“Off,” you whispered in between a kiss as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. Josh got the clue and took it off and you started to shimmy out of your dress.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Josh asked, knowing where this was leading to.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Out here?”

“Yes.”

“You want to lose your virginity the day I leave across the country?”

“Joshua! Don’t kill the mood. I said I get to decide, and I want to. Now.” You grabbed his face and pulled him back down, and you rolled back on top of him.

You were expecting to be nervous, especially being out in public, but you felt invincible as if nothing could ever scare you again. You pulled off Josh’s shorts and left him in his woven boxers. You felt Josh struggling with your bra strap so you helped him out.

The next thirty minutes of foreplay was soft and gentle as compared to before. Every touch and every lick was made with love, making sure the other was feeling pleasured and safe.

“You ready?” Josh asked, kneeling in front of you. You laid on your back naked, coming down from a climax.

“Yes,” you nodded and bit your lip and Josh moved closer to you. You couldn't believe that you were going to lose your virginity, right here, but it all felt so right. You stared into Josh’s chocolate brown eyes as he slowly pushed into you.

“Oh my god,” you blurted out. It hurt. Bad. Way more than you were expecting.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Josh looked at you with worry in his face.

You shook your head and clenched your mouth, “No, go slow.” Josh did exactly that. His moves were slow, and you were able to stretch out and become used to his size. The pain turned into pleasure fast, and you couldn’t keep your moans inside as you felt things you had never felt before.

You kept your eyes closed for most of the time, but at one point you opened them and the look of Josh made you almost tear up. He looked vulnerable, yet strong. The moon shined down on his naked skin, making it appear luminescent, and his eyes were closed as he focused on the pleasure you both were feeling.

You reached up and grabbed his shoulders to bring his body down to yours so you could kiss him. You tangled your hands in his hair, and moans filled the air.

“Josh,” you whispered as you could feel him finish. He pulled out and laid next to you, staring into your eyes. You both had sweat dripping down each other's faces, and your hearts were racing.

“Thank you for letting me be your first time,” he spoke softly as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Thank you for being my first time,” you smiled. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You know I said I think I might have been falling in love?”

“Yeah?”

“I definitely fell in love,” you placed a soft kiss on Josh’s swollen lips. “I love you so much, Joshua Dun.”

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Rekindle Chapter 2: Greek AU

A strange dream wakes Marinette up in the middle of the night.

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Seated upon her throne, she watched with feigned disinterest as Hercules walk toward her. His steps echoed in the vast hall, the seat of her authority as queen of the Amazons. The skin of the great lion was draped over his shoulders, a mighty club strapped to his back. She stifled a faint smile - only a demigod could sneak past her royal guards all these nights. Although, given what Tikki had said to her, perhaps she knew the source of his ‘divinity’...

Her smile grew when he took a knee before her, bowing his head. “Fair greetings to you, my queen.”

She laughed at his theatrics. “You are no subject of mine, Hercules.”

“Ah but you are wrong,” he walked forward to take her hand and kissed it gently. “You are queen of my heart.”

“Such a flirt,” she shook her head. “And arriving armed for battle. Are you trying to impress me? Or do I need to remind you that I am powerful as well?” She gestured to her girdle, the symbol of her authority, but Hercules’ eyes drifted to her ear rings. Her heart skipped a beat - did he know her secret?

“You do not need to remind me of your strength, mortal or divine.” Her eyes widened - he knew! “My journeys were long and winding, but they have brought me at last to you, my love,” he whispered as he stepped up to her, barely any space between them as he brushed the hair from her face. “Claws in.”

His invincible lion skin vanished and it was no longer Hercules that stood before her, but a mere mortal man. An old friend she recognized only all too well.

As they embraced, she whispered, “I’m glad it was you.”

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When Marinette woke up from her dream, the sun hadn’t risen yet, which meant it was already a bad day as far she was concerned. Especially given she probably wouldn’t be able to just go back to sleep after that.

“Tikki?” She hissed at the darkness while fumbling for her bedside lamp. “Tikki, I had a super weird dream.”

On the pillow near her head, a tiny groggy voice replied, “Hm…? About what?”

The lamp’s light flared to life, blinding Marinette for a moment. “I think it was about Chat Noir and I. But a previous version of us.” She paused, attempting to remember the dream. “...Was Hercules a Chat Noir?”

That got Tikki’s attention and she stared up at Marinette with wide eyes. “Yes. Though he was more often a sweet farmboy than a legendary hero.” She paused. “Did you dream a memory?”

“...Is that possible?”

“Every chosen leaves their mark on the miraculous, which can help new chosen down the line. You would not be the first to have a dream like this before. But… it hasn’t happened for a long time.” She looked pensive and mumbled, "A very long time..." She shook her head. “So what happened in this dream?”

Marinette did her best to describe what happened, even as the memory began leaving her like sand through her fingers.

“I remember them.” Tikki smiled wistfully. “They started so far apart, but the black cat and the ladybug are always destined to be drawn together. Even if they must cross the world to do so.”

“So,” Marinette pulled her knees up to her chest and frowned, “does that mean I should’ve just forgotten about Adrien and said yes to Chat?” While she could think of worse people to be with, she didn’t like the idea of being a pawn of fate. Her heart belonged to Adrien - even if he was in love with someone else.

Tikki giggled and placed a reassuring paw on Marinette’s cheek. “Drawn together doesn’t mean soulmates, Marinette. You and Chat Noir are excellent partners, as closely tied as any I’ve seen. Maybe that is all fate has in store between you two?”

“Maybe.” Marinette clambered out of bed. If she had to be up at this hour, she was going to at least get something done. She paused as her stomach growled and she revised her statement. After she made some food, something was going to get done.

While making some breakfast, she thought about Chat Noir’s visit. “Maybe fate has more in store for us.”

Tikki looked up from where she was seated on the counter, eating a cookie. “Hm?”

“You heard how he was talking about himself when he first got here. Maybe we aren’t as close as we could be.” She stopped talking for a moment to find the eggs in the fridge. “Ladybug didn’t know he thought so little of himself. He’s always so… confident and carefree around her.”

“But as Marinette…?”

“He doesn’t have an unrequited crush on Marinette.” She looked at the ground. “Maybe rejection built a wall between us without us realizing.”

“Are you talking about Ladybug and Chat, or Marinette and Adrien?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “Both, I guess. But I have a chance to help Chat Noir in a way that Ladybug can’t.”

“Is that why you invited him back over? Don’t you think that’s dangerous?”

“You heard him, Tikki!” She glared at the memory. “He thinks I could just move on if he vanished! He might flirt at the wrong times, he might be overconfident, but he is one of my best friends and he is hurting. I can’t just do nothing.” She looked back to Tikki, searching for any hint of her thoughts in her expression. “Right?”

Her kwami was silent for a moment before nodding with a smile. “You’re right. Besides, maybe this will be good for you too. With Alya and Nino out of Paris more than in it, you don’t exactly get a lot of visitors.”

“I’m sure the people at work will come around…. Eventually…” Although given that she made a spectacularly bad impression on them on her first day, ‘eventually’ would be a long time coming. The apology macaroons had only dug her in deeper when someone broke out in hives thanks to an almond allergy.

“Well, until then, I think you and Chat Noir could both benefit from spending time together.” Tikki wrung her paws. “Just be careful, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Tikki! I’m sure it won’t become a regular thing, so there’s no need to worry, right?”

#MarichatMay2019 #miraculous ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Tikki #ml fanfiction #my writing #Rekindle

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alexconfusion · 5 years ago

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1-100 please (I’m serious... or at least do like 20 of em. The first twenty. But I’d prefer them all)

Is this a challenge

1 Middle Name- Katherine

2 Age- 13 (yah I know I’m a baby blah blah blah shut up guys djskdjjd)

3 Birthday- May 8, 2006 (8:29am, to be exact)

4 Zodiac- sun: Taurus moon: Virgo, I believe

5 Fav Color- blue is my aesthetic but purple is my fav

6 My Lucky Number- five

7 Pets- two guinea pigs (ginny and lily), two dogs (bailey and maya) [i will provide pics if you want]

8 Where I’m From- Massachusetts

9 Height- 5’1

10 Shoe Size- eight

11 How Many Pairs of Shoes I Own- three

12 My Last Dream- Shane Dawson fixed my family issues and helped me come out to them (it was awesome, 10/10 would do again)

13 My Talents- piano (I have soundcloud check it out if u want), writing

14 Am I Psychic- HELL YEAH I AM shoot me an ask if u wanna know more cuz it’s kind of a long story (ok maybe not actually psychic but it’s a fun story)

15 Favorite Song- Amnesia - 5sos (it makes me cry every time and I don’t even care)

16 Favorite Movie- Into the Spider-Verse

17 My Ideal Partner - idk u tell me

18 Do I Want Kids?- potentially, but if I did I would adopt

19 Do I Want a Church Wedding- nah they look boring. I was part of the wedding party for my cousins wedding and it was absolute torture

20 Am I Religious- not really

21 Have I Ever Been to the Hospital- yeah, I was seven and stepped on glass at the beach (huge gash, kinda gorey, wouldn’t reccomend) anyways I didn’t know I cut my foot open at first and walked around the beach and a fuck ton of sand got in it (I had a very rough summer)

22 Have I Ever Been in Trouble With the Law- fuck no who do you think I am??

23 Have I Met any Celebrities- nope

24 Baths or Showers- showers duh, they’re good for so many things: crying, hair washing, pretending you’re standing in the rain,

25 What Color Socks am I Wearing- striped gray with blue owls (yes they are lit)

26 Have I Ever Been Famous- uh no

27 Would I Like to be a Celebrity?- sometimes I think it would be cool because if I make a lot of money I could help a lot of people, but usually no because having privacy is important to me

28 What Type of Music do I like- pretty much anything but acoustic versions have always had a special place in my heart

29 Have I Ever Been Skinny Dipping?- no gross

30 How Many Pillows do I Sleep With- one on each end of the bed so I can flip upside down and still have a pillow

31 What Position do I Sleep in-

(It’s comfy)

32 How Big is My House- two main floors, attic, basement

33 What do I Have for Breakfast- usually nothing, either because I slept through the normal breakfast time or because I didn’t have time to eat

34 Have I Ever Fired a Gun- no

35 Have I Ever Tried Archery?- Hell yeah I did, summer camp was a wild time almost shot someone in the face

36 Fav Clean Word- twilight

37 Fav Swear Word- fuck

38 Longest I’ve Ever Went Without Sleep- forty eight hours (those were two of the best days of my life btw)

39 Do I Have Any Scars- yeah

40 Have I Ever Had a Secret Admirer- nope but I wish

41 Am I a Good Liar- fantastic, actually

42 Am I a Good Judge of Character- what,, what does this mean??

43 Can I do Any Accents- I can do a really terrible British accent but nobody likes it

44 Do I Have a Strong Accent- nope

45 What is my Favorite Accent- Australian

46 What is my personality type- on the Myers Briggs test I’m an Adventurer (it’s creepily spot on, I highly recommend taking it)

47 My Most Expensive Piece of Clothing- Are vans clothing? If so my blue high top vans that I fucking adore. If not, probably my adidas shorts or something

48 Can I Curl My Tongue- I can do the classic fold in half one and the three leaf clover. look it up, it’s cool as hell

49 Am I am Innie or an Outie- innie

50 Right or Left Handed- right, but I’m ambidextrous when playing golf and I play lacross lefty

51 Am I Scared of Spiders- a little, not a phobia

52 Favorite Food- pears or frozen yogurt

53 Favorite Foreign Food- sushi

54 Am I a Clean or Messy Person- tbh it fluctuates but mostly clean. Like I myself am clean but my room is a wreck yknow

55 Most Used Phrase- “oh shit”

56 Most Used Word- oof

57 How Long do I Take to Get Ready- ten minutes, fifteen tops and five minimum

58 Do I Have an Ego- I don’t think so?

59 Do I Suck or Bite Lolipops- bite

60 Do I Talk to Myself- sometimes, it’s usually just strings of curse words

61 Do I Sing to Myself- yeah on occasion

62 Am I a Good Singer- no but my friends seem to think so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

63 Biggest Fear- losing everyone I care about/everyone I care about hating me

64 Am I a Gossip?- only if it’s not something serious and only to my closest friend

65 Best Dramatic Movie I’ve Seen- schindlers list, haven’t seen the whole thing (I’m kinda scared to) but it looks incredible even though it’s so horrific

66 Do I Like Long or Short Hair- I don’t really care, but I do kind of like longer hair on other people (i.e I like girls) (yes girls with short hair are awesome too but long/medium length hair is just.. yeah.)

67 Can I Name all 50 Stares of America- I could when I was 8 but now I can only list like 10

68 Favorite School Subject- English

69 (haha) Extrovert or Introvert- introvert

70 Have I Ever Been Scuba Diving- no and I don’t think I’d want to

71 What Makes Me Nervous- talking to people I don’t know

72 Am I Scared Of The Dark- not really. unless I like hear a noise and start imagining all the possible causes of the noise and freak myself out

73 Do I Correct People When They Make Mistakes- yeah sometimes, but I try to do it as nicely as I can (unless I don’t like the person *cough* my brother *cough*)

74 Am I Ticklish- yes. very.

75 Have I Ever Started a Rumor- no, but people thought I did and that was a whole mess

76 Have I Ever Been in a Position of Authority- I mean I was a captain when we played kickball in gym (does that count)

77 Have I Ever Drank Underage- nope, and I don’t intent to

78 Have I Ever Done Drugs- nope, and I don’t intend to

79 Who Was My First Real Crush- olivia, fifth grade. I pretended I had a crush on the guy next to her so I could stare at her and pretend I was looking at him

80 How Many Piercings Do I Have- none

81 Can I Roll My Rs- no matter how hard I try I can never seem to get the hang of it. and I’ve tried, believe me, I sound like an idiot every time but I still try

82 How Fast Can I Type- 135 wpm

83 How Fast Can I Run- Moderately fast, but not for very long

84 What Color is My Hair- dirty blonde

85 What Color Are My Eyes- they switch between gray, green, and blue, but they’re mostly a combination of all three with green being the most noticeable (I ask people this question a lot and they usually say blue or green)

86 What am I Allergic to- nothing I’m invincible.

87 Do I Keep a Journal- yup, eight years and counting. fun fact my first entry ever was a full two and a half pages about dolphin facts, complete with a picture

88 What do My Parents do- my moms a vet, idk what my dad does (it’s something with pharmaceuticals I think)

89 Do I Like My Age- eh on the one hand I can say I’m a teen but on the other people are like “omg!!! babey???? ur a babey omfg..”

90 What Makes Me Angry- when people are condescending or hypocritical

91 Do I Like My Name- I hate my first name (irl it’s not alex but I’ll probably end up changing it) and I hate my last name (long story) but I kinda like my middle name cuz it reminds me of Six

92 Have I Thought if Baby Names, if so What Are They- idk I’d probably name them after my friends (i.e hailey, lander, flan, drew, finn, that’s about it)

93 Do I Want a Boy or Girl For a Child- first of all when did I say I wanted a child and second of all I don’t care

94 What Are My Strengths- shitposts

95 What Are My Weaknesses- dealing with emotions, controlling anger, handling criticism, there are definitely others but I’m tired okay

96 How Did I Get My Name- first name: bible, middle name: my great grandmother, last name: my dad

97 Were My Ancestors Royalty- not that I know of

98 Do I Have Any Scars- see #39

99 What Color is My Bedspread- I don’t have one but my sheet is dark blue

100 What Color is My Room- a light blue teal-ish color

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yes-i-would-like-to-be-stabbed · 5 years ago

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The Big Sleep! With my Oc

Chris: Last time on total drama island 23 campers learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks in a crusty old summer camp. The campers were faced with their first challenge: jumping off a cliff into shark-infested waters. While most campers took the plunge, a few were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers. Courtney has experience as a C.I.T in a summer camp but refused to jump. And Ezekiel managed to tick off every female contestant at the camp with his sexist comments about women. In the end, the first camper voted off of Total Drama Island was Ezekiel. Proving that homeschool and reality tv don’t mix. Who will be voted off this week in the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total Drama Island!

(Intro)

Chris blows an air horn into a bullhorn

Leshawna bumps her head on the bunk above her.

Leshawna: Ow! It’s seven in the morning! Do I look like a farmer to you?!

Eva stands listening to loud music as Cody goes to grab her mp3

Eva notices and growls at him, causing him to back away.

Chris: Morning! Hope you slept well.

Everyone looks exhausted except for Heather.

Heather: Hi Chris. You look really buff in those shorts.

Chris:(winks) I know.

Chris: Okay I hope you’re all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute!

Owen: Oh excuse me, I don’t know if that’s enough time to eat breakfast.

Chris: Oh, you’ll get breakfast, Owen.Right after you complete your 20km run around the lake!

Eva: Oh so you’re funny now? You know what I’d think would be funny right now?

Eva walks forward with her fist raised at Chris, while the Killer Bass try to hold her back.

Courtney, whispering: Eva, try to control your temper.

Eva, to Chris: You’re enjoying this aren’t you?!

Chris, smiling: A little. You have thirty seconds.

(static)

Courtney: Okay so that girl Eva has got to get a handle on her temper. She’s only been here one day and she’s already thrown her suitcase out a window and broke a lock on one of the bathroom doors.

(static)

Kasey: Man that girl Eva sure is cranky. She almost clocked me in the head the other day when she threw her suitcase out the window. She’s gotta chill out.

(static)

Chris: Okay runners! On your marks, get set…..GO!

The hot sun is shining down as some contestants start running, while others walk.

Harold: Do you know how much longer?

Some contestants run by.

Gwen: Don’t walk beside me.

Heather is walking before Noah comes by and shoulder checks her.

Heather: Do you mind?

(static)

Heather: I don’t run and I definitely don’t run in high heel wedges.

(static)

Heather is walking until she stumbles upon Owen drinking from a small puddle.

Owen: Can’t….catch...breath….must… have… condition!

Heather: Yeah, it’s called overeating. Look into it!

Leshawna walks by and leans against a tree.

Leshawna: What’s your excuse...you…skinny… annoying ...Oh! I’m too tired for insults.

Chris speeds by the contestants on a moped and is using a bull horn.

Chris: Pick it up, people! If you’re not back by dinner time, you don’t eat!

Heather: Ugh I hate him so much!

Heather steps over Owen, and seemingly crushes some of his bone in the process.

Main Lodge

Some campers are sitting and leaning on tables, as Chris files his nails.

Owen busts through the door with Noah.

Owen: Clear a table, stat!

Leshawna: Ugh, we made it.

Owen is seen giving an unconscious Noah chest compressions.

Harold walks in holding his chest.

Courtney: What took you so long?

Harold gasps.

Courtney: We just lost the challenge!

Harold: I think I’m having heart palpitations.

Kasey: Lighten up Buttercup. Dude looks like he’s gonna cough up a lung any second!

Gwen: Hey wait a minute! If they lost, that means we won the challenge!

All the Gophers, including newly awakened Noah, cheer.

Chris: Whoa there. Hold your horses guys. That wasn’t the challenge.

Gwen: What did he just say?

Chris goes up to a random curtain and it opens. Behind it is amazing food with angelic music.

Chris: Who’s hungry?

(static)

Gwen: After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet.

(static)

Kasey: I’m pretty sure I died and went to buffet heaven.

(static)

Owen: And then I saw it. The buffet table. It was beautiful! There was turkey and Naima bars and the baked beans in maple syrup. Huh, can I have a minute? *fake cries*

(static)

Groans can be heard as the camera pans over an empty buffet table. Everyone had more than their fair share of the food. Chris stands on the table with a bull horn in hand.

Chris: Okay campers, time for part two of your challenge!

Owen, with a mouth full of food: I thought eating was the second part?

Gwen: What more do you want from us?

Heather: Ugh, the weird goth girl is right. Haven’t we been through enough?

Chris: Um, let me think about that…. No! It’s time for the Awake-A-Thon!

Owen: The a What-A-Thon?

Chris: Don’t worry! This is an easy one! The team with the last campers standing wins invincibility!

Gwen: So what you’re saying is the 20 k run and the turkey eating frenzy were part of your evil plan to make it harder for us to stay awake?

Chris: That’s right Gwen!

Gwen: Man he’s good.

Chris: Move, move, move!

Trent: So how long do you think it’ll be before everyone’s out cold?

Gwen: About an hour give or take?

Owen walks by completely drained with drool coming out of his mouth.

Gwen: Uh, maybe less.

The camera goes outside, as a timer goes up. It fast forwards to twelve hours later.

Many campers are visibly exhausted, Owen is moving around pumping his arms.

Chris: We are now twelve hours in, with all 22 campers still wide awake.

Owen: Woohoo! Stay awake for twelve hours? I can do that in my sleep! Woohoo!

Owen stands still for a moment before falling over and passing out.

(static)

Gwen: The Awake-A-Thon was definitely the most brutal thing I have ever done in my life.

(static)

Gwen: This is the most boring thing I have ever done in my life.

Trent: Could be way worse.

Gwen: Oh yeah?

Trent: I could be stuck here without you to talk to.

Gwen smiles and looks away. Heather looks annoyed.

(static)

Heather: So my strategy is to get two other campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is who I can I find do is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?

(static)

Lindsay is shown standing on her head.

Gwen: What are you doing?

Lindsay: Trying to get the blood to rush to my head. *giggles* I think it’s working!

Beth: Can I try?

Lindsay: Sure!

Heather: Perfect. Lindsay? Beth? Can I talk to you for a second?

Lindsay and Beth are shown standing on their heads.

Lindsay: Sure!

The camera shows Heather, Beth, and Lindsay talking.

Heather: I have a plan to get me and two other people into the final three and I chose you guys.

Lindsay and Beth smile.

Lindsay: Really?!

Heather: You should know that this is a very big deal. I am placing my trust in you and trust is a two-way street.

Lindsay and Beth nod enthusiastically.

Heather: So you’ll do everything I say then?

Lindsay: Sure!

Lindsay starts squealing excitedly a smiling Beth as Heather cringes in horror.

(static)

Beth: Oh my god, Heather is taking me to the final three! Ah! I’m going to the final three! I’m going to the final three! I wonder what will happen then…

(static)

Lindsay: Speaking of alliances, you know who I think is really cute?

The camera pans to Tyler sitting on a log. Heather pops up.

Heather: Oh no no no no, you cannot date him.

Lindsay: Why not?

Heather: Because he’s on the other team!

Lindsay, confused: Uh-huh?

Heather: You can’t inter-team date. It’s like against alliance rules.

Lindsay: There are rules?

Heather gets in their faces and points.

Heather: Remember what I said about trust, Lindsay? Of course, you can always leave the alliance. If you do though I can’t protect you from getting kicked off…

Lindsay, stammering: No, I wanna be in the alliance!

Heather: Good, then it’s settled.

Heather and Beth walk away as Linsday looks down in sadness before Tyler waves at her.

(static)

Lindsay, smiling: Heather said I couldn't date him, she didn’t say I couldn’t like him.

(static)

The camera pans to Eva listening to her mp3 before she stands up and puts her music away.

Eva: I’m going to the bathroom.

Eva gets up to leave and drops her mp3, Heather sees it and pretends to stretch before grabbing it. Heather goes and sits by Lindsay and Beth.

Lindsay: Uh, isn’t that Eva’s mp3 player?

Heather, smirking: Yep.

Lindsay: Well, isn’t she gonna get, like really mad when she realizes it’s gone?

Heather, still smirking: That’s exactly what I’m counting on.

Evil music plays before the camera pans out to the whole island. The timer reading 24 hours.

The camera shows some campers sleeping, some trying to stay awake, and some “wide” awake.

The camera shows Courtney trying to run in place and then shows Tyler.

Tyler stares at Sadie and Kadie sleeping peacefully before a bear comes and swipes at them from behind a bush.

Tyler freaks out from his hallucination.

Kadie and Sadie hold on to each other while Tyler screams and then slumps over.

Chris: Congratulations campers! You’ve made it to the twenty-four-hour mark! Time to take things up a notch.

Chef pops in wearing a sheep costume and a harp. Chris reveals something under a sheet.

Chris: Fairytales!

Gwen: Oh he is not serious.

Kasey: Oh my god why.

Chris clears his throat as sheep Chef plays the harp. Some campers giggles at him as Chef growls.

Chris: Once upon a time inside this boring kingdom,

Beth yawns. And the camera pans to other sleepy campers.

Chris: was a boring village and inside this boring, sleepy village

The camera shows Cody cuddling Owen’s butt , he dreams of multiple sheep and sheep Chef jumping over a harp.

Chris: filled with very boring children, who did very boring things.

Cody cuddles Owens butt further before he farts. Cody shoots up coughing.

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy plays as Chef dances around in a tutu. He throws “magical” pixie dust over the campers to make them sleepy. DJ ties himself to a tree, to keep himself awake, but Chef throws dust on him, causing DJ and the tree to fall over.

Gwen, sleepily: Timber.

The camera pans behind the campers, a clock shows it had been forty-hours.

(static)

Courtney: I figured if I could keep moving I could outlast all of me. I just had to keep my eye on the ball.

(static)

Kasey: Courtney thinks she’s so smart. She thinks that moving will keep her, she’s just wearing herself out. *laughs* Good effort though.

(static)

The camera pans to the Bass, a counter shows that only 5 campers remain awake.

The camera moves across the beach past Justin who clearly has paint on his eyelids, to the Gophers. The Gophers have 6 campers remaining.

Heather to a half-asleep Lindsay: We should talk about our strategy.

Heather elbows Lindsay who jolts awake.

Lindsay: Huh?

Lindsay promptly falls backward, asleep.

Heather: Beth?

Beth had fallen over asleep too.

The Gophers counter goes down to 4.

Gwen: Okay favorite song?

Trent: Hmm, She Would Be Loved. Favorite color?

Gwen: Um… Midnight blue.

Trent: Ooh, mysterious. I like that.

Gwen smiles and yawns.

Trent: Oh, don’t fall asleep. Okay, quick, favorite movie moment?

Gwen: You’re gonna think it’s cheesy.

Trent: I promise I won’t.

Gwen: Okay. The kiss at the end of that road trip movie. You know the one with the guy and the three girls?

Trent: I know the one! *laughs* You like that movie?

A naked Owen walks by the pair as Gwen and Trent look at Owen’s discarded clothes before watching him with disbelief as he walks into the woods.

(Static)

Owen: Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup. The funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk *laughs nervously*

(static)

The camera shows Kadie and Sadie sleeping together, their snores are synced up.

Trent, tiredly: Cool, they even fall asleep together.

The camera pans to the night sky. A star shoots across the sky, as Trent and Gwen lay near each other.

Trent: You still awake?

Gwen: Yeah. It’s so weird but I think im so tired that im not tired anymore. Does that make sense?

Trent: I really have no idea. Where’s the Little Dipper again?

Gwen: See the Big Dipper?

She points up at the sky.

Gwen: Follow the handle to that bright star right there. And it’s right there.

She points to the constellation.

Trent: Ooooh, cool.

The camera pans over to the Killer Bass, Kasey playfully gags at the pair’s conversation to a grumpy Duncan, who gives a light chuckle.

Duncan: So what’s your deal, huh?

Kasey: My deal?

Duncan: Yeah, like what were you doing before coming to this dump?

Kasey: Oh. Well, I’m a musician.

Duncan: Oh yeah? What do you play?

Kasey: The drums.

In the distance, Trent scoffs.

Trent: Drummers aren’t real musicians.

Kasey scowls and turns to Trent and Gwen.

Kasey: What’s that supposed to mean, huh?

Duncan: Yeah, Guitar Boy enlighten us.

Trent: Well, it’s just that all drummers do is beat on some drums and call it music. There’s no real pattern! And it’s not even that hard!

Kasey: Oh yeah because moving your fingers on some strings is sooooo hard.

Trent: Whatever, you're just mad I can actually play music and all you do is hit sticks on other things. That’s not music.

Kasey gets up in Trent's face as Duncan holds her back.

Kasey: You wanna say that to my face, pretty boy?!

Gwen is holding an angry Trent back.

Gwen: Guys! Just calm down you’re both great musicians!

Kasey and Trent growl at each other. Before they calm down.

Kasey: Tch, Whatever.

Kasey and Trent walk in different directions. Gwen looks sadly in Kasey’s direction before following Trent Both Trent and Kasey mumble angrily under their breath.

Duncan stands by himself.

Duncan: What the heck just happened??

(static)

Kasey: That Trent guy better watch his back. *growls* I am so a much better musician than him!

(static)

The camera pans to a sleeping Owen walking towards a cliff. He almost falls face first before he spins around and falls backward.

The camera pans back to the entire island. The timer shows that its been fifty-one hours after the challenge started.

The camera goes to a sleeping LeShawna who wakes up when Gwen starts talking.

Gwen: Look at him! He’s like a statue!

The camera moves to a “wide awake” Justin.

Gwen: He hasn’t moved in over fifty hours!

Gwen: Hellooooo? Yooo?

Trent: Yip! Yip yip yip yip yip!

Trent moves his arms around trying to get Justin’s attention.

Gwen: Amazing. Look at the concentration.

Trent scratches his head confused, as Gwen pokes Justin’s cheek. Justin shakes his head and opens his eyes. Revealing that his “eyes” were painted on.

Trent and Gwen gasp.

Eva: His eyelids are painted! I saw it!

Chris: Shut Up! Oh, I gotta see this!

Chris runs up to Justin to see that his eyelids are in fact painted on. Justin smiles sheepishly.

Chris: That is too freakin’ cool! But you’re still out dude.

The counter dings as the Gophers go from four to 3 campers remaining.

The camera shows some salmon swimming upstream, and a sleeping Owen is swimming with them. They jump up the waterfall and Owen jumps too. The timer fast-forwards from fifty-one hours to over eighty-five hours.

Duncan is shown putting a sleeping Harold’s hand into a cup of water. And Harold proceeds to pee his pants in his sleep.

Duncan: Ohhh! Gross, it works! Dude peed his pants!

Harold wakes up and sees that his pants are wet. He gasps and covers his area.

Kadie and Sadie wake up as Noah kisses Cody’s ear in his sleep. They both wake up and freak out about it and run away from each other.

The camera pans to Heather, Gwen, and Trent sitting by the fire. Gwen yawns.

Gwen: Man, I’d kill for a coffee right now.

Chris walks in with a coffee cup.

Chris: What is the matter with you people?

Chris sips his coffee.

Chris: Fall sleep already!

Gwen crawls to Chirs and tugs on his pant legs.

Gwen: You gotta hook me up man. I’ll even eat the grinds!

Gwen reaches for his cup as he holds it out of her reach.

Gwen: Anything!

Chris gets away from Gwen and her grabby hands.

Chris: Alright, you six stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower for heaven’s sake. You stink!

Heather, Gwen, and Trent stay on the right side of Chris. And Duncan, Kasey, and Eva stand on his left.

The rest of the campers get up to leave. Harold bolts to change his pee drenched pants.

Chris casually sips his coffee.

Chris: I didn’t want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, ‘Chef, I don’t want it to come to this but darn it these campers are tough!’ And so I’ve come up with the most boring, sleep-inducing activity i can find.

(static)

Gwen: Oh come on. What now? Okay, you know what bring it on!

(static)

Kasey: What could be more boring than sitting in the same place for hours on end?

(static)

Chris pulls out a big red book.

Chris: The History of Canada: A Pop-Up Book.

Chris opens it and a beaver pops up.

Chris: Chapter One. The Beaver. A national symbol and a “dam” fine hat.

The campers all collectively groan.

(static)

Kasey: I can stand corrected. What can I say? The guy’s good.

(static)

Gwen: Ugh, stink.

The camera pans two beavers patting down mud on their den. They’ve mistaken the sleeping Owen as a giant log. Another beaver pats mud on Owen.

The camera goes back to the campers as Chris continues to read.

Chris: Which of course was a precursor for the discussions…

The camera shows a sleeping Eva and then Heather passes out.

Chris:....leading to the war of 1812

Trent is falling forward close to passing out.

Gwen: Trent!

Trent falls to the ground in slow motion.

Gwen, in slow motion: Noooooooooo!

Gwen, in her regular voice: Don’t leave me!

The camera moves to Kasey and Duncan. Kasey is wobbling back and forth.

Kasey scowls at Duncan and points at him.

Kasey: You better win this for us.

She then falls forward and lands on her face. She passed out.

Duncan groans.

Chris laughs.

Chris: Bummer dude. Time for a bathroom break! Any takers?

Duncan seems to hold in his pee as Gwen looks at him.

Duncan: I’ve held it this long sweetheart. I can go all day!

Gwen: Yeah, but can you hold it for another ten chapters?

Duncan's eyes widen before he makes his way to the bathrooms.

Chris: You’ve got five minutes, long as you don’t mind a little company!

Duncan: Fine!

He turns to the camera crew.

Duncan: But stay out of the stall.

The camera crew agree and follow him.

Gwen now sits alone. She groans out of exhaustion.

A few minutes go by.

Camera guy: Duncan, you in there man?

He opens the stall door to find that Duncan had fallen asleep on the can.

Chris is tapping his fingers when someone hands him a paper.

He reads it.

Chris: And we have news! It looks like Duncan’s takin’ a dive on the can. Which means the official winner of the Awake-A-Thon is….

Gwen is close to passing out as she falls forward in her seat. She falls on the ground and Chris raises her arm.

Chris: Gwen! The Screaming Gophers win!

The camera moves to the Killer Bass’s cabins. Eva screams as she throws things out the door in search of her mp3. The rest of the team stands outside dodging the items.

Eva: AHHH Where is my mp3 player?! One of you must have stolen it! I need my music! No one is going anywhere until i get my mp3 player back!

Eva throws a book which Harold dodges but then hits Kasey in the head.

Kasey: Ow! What the heck you spaz!

Eva growls then goes back to searching. Courtney huddles everyone together and whispers.

Courtney: Whoever took it better give it up now before she destroys the whole camp!

Kasey, while rubbing the spot the book hit: If one of us has it why wouldn’t we give it back already?!

Heather walks up all innocently.

Heather: Hey guys. Wow! This place is a real mess!

Courtney: Someone stole Eva’s mp3 player.

Everyone nods in agreement.

Heather: You don’t mean this do you?

She pulls out Eva’s Mp3 player. Eva pops out of the cabin, happy that her mp3 is okay.

Heather: I was wondering who it belonged to. I found it by the campfire pit.

Eva runs up to her and Heather gives her the mp3 player.

Heather: You must have dropped it.

Eva: Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Heather: Sure thing!

Heather shrugs and walks away

(static)

Heather: Turn a team against their own members? Easiest trick in the book!

(static)

Eva smiles before turning to her teammates who all glare at her angrily. Eva sheepishly looks at them and rubs her neck.

Eva: So sorry about that little...misunderstanding…

All of her teammates are glaring at her.

Eva: Guess no one stole it after all…Okay so maybe I overreacted a little.*she laughs

nervously*

The camera shows the entire island before showing the Killer Bass at the bonfire ceremony.

Everyone is still super tired. Chris sits a plate of marshmallows down.

Chris: You’ve all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers and leave. And you can never come back... Ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Duncan,

He grabs his marshmallow.

Chris: Bridgette,

She walks and grabs hers.

Chris: Courtney,

She runs and grabs hers.

Chris: Kasey,

She groans as she holds an ice pack to her head and grabs her mallow.

Chris: Kadie and Sadie,

They grab each other as they cheer and squeal before grabbing theirs.

Chris weirdly winks at Tyler.

Chris: Tyler,

He grabs his.

Chris: DJ, Geoff,

They both grab their and Geoff eats his.

Chris: Campers! This is the final marshmallow of the evening.

There’s a dramatic pause as Eva and Harold nervously look at the plate.

Chris:.....Harold!

He smiles tiredly and grabs his mallow.

Chris: The dock of shame awaits.

She gets up and turns to her team angrily.

Eva: Nice. Really nice. Who needs this stupid TV show anyway!

She angrily stomps away and kicks Chris in his shin.

Chris: Ow!

He recovers and talks to the rest of the team.

Chris: Have a good sleep tonight, you’re all safe.

(static)

Courtney: See? I told you. You can’t like a total raging psychopath and then expect people to forgive you. No matter how tough and strong and fast you are. She’s never gonna have a career if she doesn’t get her act together.

(static)

Heather: So Eva was one of their strongest players and now she’s gone. I am so running this game.

(static)

The Killer Bass are waving goodbye to Eva as she walks away.

Courtney: Bye Eva!

Eva gets mad and turns around throws a sit over them that impales the pole behind them.

Everyone ducks.

Courtney: Jeez, touchy!

Kasey: What a total spaz dude!

The camera shifts to Eva on the boat of losers and it leaves.

Eva: I guess my temper got the better of me again but whatever they just lost their fiercest competitor. I hope they realize that.

The rest of the Killer Bass team stand by the bonfire. Some are roasting marshmallows, while some just stand near it for warmth.

Courtney: To the Killer Bass and to not ending up here again next week!

The camera shows snoring, sleeping Owen in a cave surrounded by Sasquatches. One of them pokes him with a stick and he farts. They all smell it and throws Owen into the woods. He lands and he’s still asleep. And the last thing he does is fart.

#total drama island #total drama #tdi #tdi oc #Kasey #total drama island oc

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The Magicians S4 Thoughts

Now that everybody has moved on to Good Omens, I’ve caught up with The Magicians. Please excuse my rambling. Many spoilers below the Read More.

Let’s do this (mostly) by character, because that way I’m less likely to forget stuff.

Quentin: For most of the season, I basically didn’t think much about him other than “Oh, shit, trying to keep the monster happy is horrible.” (Seriously, though, random people dying all over the place was awful and I wish the main characters had more of a reaction to that.)

When the whole going back to the past thing happened and he got back together with Alice, I think I kind of got what they were trying to say. It seemed like it was a matter of “life is crazy and good and bad and everything, so make your own happiness.” And, like, I get that it’s supposed to be a self-actualizing thing that’s part of his character arc, but the character arc was kind of oddly placed relative to the main story of the season. Also, Quentin and Alice have so much shit between them in the show that I’m not sure I’ll ever be really convinced by them getting back together.

As for Quentin’s relationship with Eliot, I had kind of expected there to be more of it, based on what I’d seen of people’s reactions. Quentin let the monster do basically whatever he wanted without trying to monitor most of it, and we never saw Quentin appearing to actually miss Eliot. I mean, I love them together as much as the next person, but I totally get how the show producers didn’t think they were writing a story about their relationship.

Quentin’s death was slightly ridiculous. First of all, that spell didn’t have to kill him. If Penny and Alice could get out, it wouldn’t have strained credulity for Quentin to be able to get out. Secondly, I’m calling bullshit on him being permanently dead. I don’t think he’ll be in most of season 5, but the groundwork for getting him back is all there. I have half the fic planned in my head already. That said, I did cry a stupid amount because of the quasi-suicide nature of his death (no matter what Penny said), and the way that all his friends were so upset. And while I can see what the showrunners were trying to do, that doesn’t excuse what they actually wound up doing, and I think people who are pissed off about Quentin’s death are right.

Eliot/the monster: I was surprised at how little the monster was actually in the show. He was almost a subplot, which was not how I was expecting the season to go. He was also surprisingly boring. Like, assuming he wouldn’t actually kill any of the main characters made him way less threatening and more of a nuisance than anything. I did like his little bit of humanity-ish-ness that showed up near the end, though. Also, I’m confused by how the gods could make something infinitely more powerful than themselves, but that’s small potatoes compared to most questions I have about this show.

Eliot himself was also quite absent, which saddened me. I was expecting there to be more of him hanging out in the mind cottage. I missed him. His list of potentially-worst memories was hilarious, though.

Julia: I rolled my eyes last season at the fact that Penny 23 was in love with her, and I’m still rolling my eyes at it now. It’s a forced romance for a character who was on hold for most of the season. That invincibility thing was indeed handy, but I’m glad she’s human again. Her divinity in the books doesn’t translate well to an ensemble tv show, and I actually like her friendship with Quentin, so I like that she sticks around.

The Pennys (Pennies?): I am so mad about Penny 40 being replaced. If they could have Alice be a niffin for less than a season and have Julia be a goddess for barley any longer, then there’s no reason Penny 40 should have to stay in the Library. And the fact that they had to have a sit down between the two Pennys so that Penny 40 could “objectively” state that the timeline was now Penny 23′s just made it worse because it was inorganic. I’m in the corner being grumpy right along with Kady.

I don’t dislike Penny 23, though. He’s a bit more compassionate than OG Penny, but he still has the sass that I like. If he’s going to stick around, though, he needs more of a storyline than being a traveler/psychic and being in love with Julia.

Kady: I honestly thought she was in fact going to die the world’s most ironic death. Not that she would have joined the Library, but I kind of wanted her to ride off into the sunset with Penny 40. Alas. I guess she’s sticking around as the ambassador to the hedge witches, since Julia’s only kind of in that world now. Kady also needs more to do. I’m glad they gave her that bloodworm subplot, and I know it’s hard to keep a whole ensemble at the forefront, but more story for Kady is still near the top of my wishlist.

Alice: Nice to see that she’s regaining her sense of nuance after being a niffin. She was a bit annoying with the whole “Magic can be used for evil and therefore it is evil” attitude. Her attempts to atone have been only marginally less stark, but I did like that she let Sheila go work with the Library. I’m genuinely curious what Alice might agree to do with the Library. Her role in the books was so limited that expanding it to something like the Library in the show might actually work well. I will never understand how she’s persistently in love with Quentin, though.

Margo: If I’d never read the books, I would have loved Margo’s desert storyline. And I did really like it. But the difference between book Janet and show Margo makes it feel just a bit lacking. Book Janet was so concerned about keeping relationships together that she did manipulative things while being scared as hell. Her desert storyline taught her that people will still accept her if she fails, so she doesn’t need to be manipulative, and then it taught her that people who don’t respect her don’t deserve her respect, so she doesn’t need to be scared of losing them. It kind of made her into show Margo. So having show Margo just go remember to be herself was slightly underwhelming.

Overall, though, I loved Margo. She’s uncompromising and she missed Eliot and she was just badass and wounded at the same time all over the place.

Josh: I was not expecting to like Josh and Margo together, but I do. I wasn’t terribly impressed by the sexually transmitted lycanthropy in season 2, but it being an actual Thing instead of a throw-away joke is better. The Quickening was horrifying. In the books, Josh and Poppy getting a happy ending was one of my favourite things, and it’s kind of weird that I’m not so much rooting for that in the show. When I first heard that Poppy was pregnant, I just assumed that Josh was the father, but now I’m really hoping he’s not. Also, I love that Josh stress bakes. I am very upset about him being cursed and potentially dead.

Other characters: Fen being cursed and potentially dead is also horrible. I’m surprised by how much I love Fen. I’m also surprised by the fact that I don’t completely hate Zelda anymore, though I don’t like her, either. I’m kind of sad that they made Lionel and the blackbird into irrelevant bit characters, and I’m hoping they’ll be relevant at some point in the future. Also, hi, Stoppard! Now I want Plum to show up. I love Plum. Also, I am sad about the potential lack of Tick and Rafe going forward. And Abigail.

Other random things: I really hope the whole “mixing elements from different timelines messes with horology” thing isn’t a Thing going forward. God only knows what Jane did to that branch of magic, and having it be a plot point later would be nothing but a headache. Julia as the other monster was much scarier than Eliot as the first monster. I’ve come to accept that the Library itself isn’t inherently evil, just a little corrupt and horrible about accessibility, but I still want to see it humbled.

And that’s about it for now, I guess.

#The Magicians #this turned out longer than I intended #oh well #spoilers

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Ten Things I Learned from the Watchmen Movie

by Dan H

Thursday, 12 March 2009

Dan resists the urge to use a variant of “Who Watches the Watchmen” for his title.~

This was going to be a longer article, but I actually don't want to devote any more time to this ass-boring piece of shit.

Here's ten things I learned from watching the Watchmen (damn, I actually can't avoid using that sentence) movie.

1. I never want to see another Zack Snyder movie again. Seriously.

2. The seats in the Odeon are actually not fit for purpose.

3. When you decide not to see a movie because

one of the screenwriters is a smug twat

you should just not see it.

4. When adapting a comic book to the screen you should change the fucking dialogue. Things that look good written down just sound fucking stupid when somebody is trying to say them.

5. TV shows advertise in cinemas, how weird is that?

6. When you are adapting a comic book to the screen you should let the actors fucking move. Movies dudes – the clue is in the name.

7. When you are adapting a comic book to the screen you do not have to leave space in the shot for the speech bubbles.

8. If you get the urge to leave a cinema thirty minutes into the film, you should just leave. Particularly if you know exactly what every fucking scene will be because it does not deviate from the source material in any way.

9. Alan Moore dates really, really badly.

10. The plot of Watchmen doesn't actually make sense.

That's it. That's all the time and energy I can bring myself to expend on this.Themes:

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Arthur B

at 09:54 on 2009-03-12On 2: Yes, definitely, they're terrible. There's no leg room, which I suppose is a vice which cinemas will always indulge in, but the lack of fucking

cup holders

is baffling. Do they

enjoy

cleaning up spillages?

On 9: Somewhat agreed. I think the film would have been more timely a few years ago, when people doing terrible things out of the fear of WMDs and Republican Presidents being cacklingly evil would have hit a bit more of a raw nerve. Even then, it would be a victim of the comic's success; pretty much everyone who writes superhero stories since

Watchmen

came out is responding to it, if only in the sense that just about everyone who writes superhero stories has read it and has an opinion (pro- or anti-, mainly pro-) on it. It changed the genre it studied, and therefore immediately became outdated.

I still think

From Hell

is the only Moore book which has a claim to timelessness. Maybe it's the fact that it's ruminating on crimes that were a century old when the book was written in the first place.

10: I think people make more of a big deal out of the plot than it really merits. (Seriously, who cares whether it's a fake alien squid or a fake blue dick that blows the cities up?) It's just a framing device which, IMO, is deliberately over-the-top and stupid because

Watchmen

is a love letter to the superhero genre as well as a critique of it; the meat is in the character studies.

This does not change the fact that people are crying hot buttery tears about the squid not being in the film.

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Wardog

at 10:11 on 2009-03-12Watchmen is a love letter to the superhero genre as well as a critique of it; the meat is in the character studies.

Really? I thought it was about comics?

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Arthur B

at 10:31 on 2009-03-12

Really? I thought it was about comics?

I am mildly confused as to what you mean here but I'll try to answer it.

When

Watchmen

was written the superhero genre consisted of a) comics and b) adaptations from the comics. You didn't have (to my knowledge) anything like

The Incredibles

Soon I Will Be Invincible

Wild Cards

, where you have original sources for superhero stories which aren't comics.

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Rami

at 10:36 on 2009-03-12What's faintly depressing is that lots of the vaguely interesting and meta things coming out of Watchmen have already been done on film (

even in CG

), and people are still going on about how Revolutionary it is.

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Arthur B

at 10:45 on 2009-03-12

The Incredibles

can't be revolutionary because nobody has their arms cut off with a circular saw.

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Rami

at 10:46 on 2009-03-12Oh yes that's right, it's too family-friendly to be Gritty and Edgy and Totally Making You Look Differently At Life...

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Dan H

at 11:28 on 2009-03-12

It's just a framing device which, IMO, is deliberately over-the-top and stupid because Watchmen is a love letter to the superhero genre as well as a critique of it; the meat is in the character studies.

I dunno, I always thought that the whole "blow up the world to save the world" thing was supposed to be srs bzns. Fake Squid or Fake Blue Guy doesn't really make any difference, but I absolutely don't think it's supposed to be deliberately stupid.

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Arthur B

at 11:39 on 2009-03-12There's a man saying "What do you think I am? Some sort of supervillain?" as he wears a costume straight out of

Flash Gordon

in the middle of his Egyptian-themed fortress in the Antarctic as his genetically engineered lynx pads about, as the climax of an exchange in which he explains precisely how his scientifically ludicrous doomsday weapon fits into his epic scheme to change the world, and you think it's not intentionally silly?

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Dan H

at 11:50 on 2009-03-12I think it's intentionally *bathetic*.

You're missing two really important points, the first one being that the "what do you think I am, some sort of Supervillain" line is *followed* by the revelation that Ozymandias' scheme has actually worked. It's a bait-and-switch, he does the classic Villain speech in full on Villain attire in his Secret Arctic Base, but at the last second it is revealed that he has beaten the genre convention by putting his plan into action before the heroes were ready.

The second point is that Ozymandias' plan actually *works*. He genuinely does bring about world peace, and prevent the annihilation of humanity.

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Arthur B

at 12:02 on 2009-03-12But I think the point of the sequence is not to have a trite "guy who does supervillainous stuff but actually brings about a good thing" ending so much as it is meant to make a statement about the interaction of superheroes and supervillains (and to do that it needs to make sure the heroes are acting like heroes and the "villain" is acting like a wildly over-the-top villain).

The whole deal with the end of Watchmen is that it turns out Adrian was the only person acting proactively all along and everyone else was just reacting to him, just as in superhero comics in general the heroes are eternally reactive and only villains are proactive; it's the villains who are actually hoping to achieve something, and all the heroes ever try to do is get in the way of that.

But at the same time, I think in terms of the actual importance of

Watchmen

as a work the armageddon plot is one of the less significant parts. It's punchy when you read it the first time and it makes an interesting point, but it loses a lot of its impact when you know it's coming and the point it makes is kind of obvious. I liked it the first time I read the comic, but it's not the thing I

read the comic for - I reread it because of the character studies.

Put it this way: to my mind, you could swap out the entire armageddon story for some other MacGuffin, and

Watchmen

would still be a great book. But you couldn't lose the character studies without losing the spirit of the work. (It was originally conceived, after all, as a way for Moore to reimagine the various Charlton Comics characters that DC had acquired and introduce them to a modern audience).

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Arthur B

at 14:41 on 2009-03-12Having given the film more thought, I've decided that I'm actually really angry about the soundtrack: whoever picked the songs was the laziest motherfucker in the world, unfailingly picking the most obvious possible choice at any point. "The Times They Are A Changin-'" during an alternate history montage is an example, but I was particularly annoyed by the use of Cohen's "Hallelujah" during a love scene - it's a great song, but hasn't the poor thing been overexposed enough as it is? Let it rest.

The most bizarre aspect of it is that in the scene in question in the comic there's a Billie Holiday track playing in the background they could have happily used, and they'd get to stroke themselves and mutter about how loyal and true they were being to the source material. In fact, there's all sorts of song suggestions in the text which are pretty much ignored, so as well as being obvious, unoriginal, and inappropriate for the period the story is set in, the soundtrack is also incongruous for being the one aspect of the film which isn't striving towards loyalty. It's a small thing but it's really aggravating when you notice it - like if you realise the violinists in a symphony orchestra aren't bothering to play along with everyone else.

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http://fintinobrien.livejournal.com/

at 04:53 on 2009-03-13Point 3: Oh my god, Solid Snake is angry at me!

I like that Hayter talks about the "Snake fans" in the same sentence where he praises "smart" stories. Heehee, Metal Gear Solid is smart now. I must have missed the memo.

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Dan H

at 13:18 on 2009-03-13He's actually talking about Solid Snake from the metal gear series?

To be honest, I couldn't say who *else* he'd be talking about (unless it's the dude from the Simpsons).

To be honest, it was the reference to Rorshach fans that lost me - isn't the whole point of Rorshach that he actually *isn't* cool?

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Arthur B

at 13:23 on 2009-03-13David Hayter is the

English voice for Solid Snake.

Oh look, he's really excited by the idea of making a

Metal Gear Solid

movie! And he wants it made in CGI so he can voice Snake! Suddenly the motives behind his letter become clear...

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Wardog

at 14:52 on 2009-03-13Just when you thought things couldn't get any *worse.*

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Gina Dhawa

at 17:24 on 2009-03-13@10 - I love the thing to bitty pieces and the first time I got to the ending I said "....

wha?

". I think it's a faintly ludicrous plot, but I agree with Arthur that the plot is in fact is deliberately so. Veidt is closer to the superhero mould than anyone else (except Dr Manhattan), he's already "over the top". Not only is he smart enough to be a great traditional supervillain, even his physical feats are set as outstanding in the

Watchmen

universe - that whole thing about actually catching the bullet. This is why I like that they cast Matthew Goode, who looks far too young (not to mention fairly fragile) to be the comic's Adrian, because it brings to life how much larger than life Veidt really is.

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Arthur B

at 18:15 on 2009-03-13Yeah, while Dr Manhattan is the Watchman with the most actual superpowers I think there's a case to be made that Adrian is the closest out of all of them to the superheroes of the Silver Age; he's irritatingly perfect, never really worries about where he's going to get his resources from, pulls cool powers and gadgets out of his arse at a moment's notice and he never, ever, ever doubts himself for a second.

You could almost imagine him having Stan Lee's voice in his head breathlessly narrating all of his actions. DON'T MISS THE NEXT RIP-ROARING INSTALLMENT OF OZYMANDIAS, KING OF KINGS, AS OUR HERCULEAN HIEROPHANT BATTLES THE MUCK-RAKING MILKSOPS AT THE NEW FRONTIERSMAN!

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http://fintinobrien.livejournal.com/

at 04:00 on 2009-03-14

To be honest, it was the reference to Rorshach fans that lost me - isn't the whole point of Rorshach that he actually *isn't* cool?

Considering Hayter's draft for the script had Dreiberg killing Adrian because "it's what Rorschach would have done" I think Hayter missed that point. Actually, the idea that Rorschach is meant to be held up as an inspiration disturbs more than I'd like to go into.

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Wardog

at 10:51 on 2009-03-14God yes - you're absolutely right.

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Arthur B

at 13:10 on 2009-03-14Alan Moore has actually read Hayter's draft of the script - he said it was pretty close to the comic, but he still objected on the grounds that he thinks direct adaptations of comic books are a bad idea on principle. He's also mentioned being worried that Snyder would treat Rorschach as a heroic figure, considering his treatment of

300

; I don't know whether that worry came from reading Hayter's script, but I certainly don't think it would have been alleviated by it.

Still, the actor who plays Rorschach in the film does a good job of coming across as a psychopath, so at least

understands.

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Arthur B

at 11:14 on 2009-03-18So, David Hayter wanted everyone to go see

Watchmen

on the second weekend to make sure the film's earnings didn't collapse.

Well, an

approximately 70% drop

not really what he was hoping for

. Snake won't be pleased.

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Dan H

at 15:17 on 2009-03-18♪♪ It's ... Schaaaa-denfreude. Making the world a better place to beee.... ♪♪

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Arthur B

at 11:11 on 2009-03-25More schadenfreude:

Watchmen

performed

absolutely miserably

in its third weekend, and there's a growing consensus that, whatever its merits, it's a financial dud.

Of course, this means that Zack Snyder won't be able to find work in Hollywood ever ag

WAIT WHAT THE-

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Arthur B

at 16:13 on 2009-04-27Another dose of schadenfreude:

Watchmen

performance in the box office

seems to have been mildly worse than

Batman and Robin

's.

The consensus seems to be it's going to end up making some money on DVD sales, which is a consolation for the studio, but it's not delivered the dizzying return on investment that would have made sinking $100 million into it worthwhile.

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http://orionsnebula.blogspot.com/

at 08:34 on 2009-12-19Charitably? I'm inclined to think whoever picked the soundtrack was trying to call attention to the very soundtrackness of it, to pull the readers out of the scene a little bit. The comic book had the Tales form the Black Freighter overlaying the action providing a similar distance/ironic commentary, and also reminded you you were in a comic by doing tricks with the layout in Manhattan's chapters and elsewhere.

I'm not defending it, I think the soundtrack mostly backfires horribly and comes across and cutesy fourth-wall breaking, but that's my guess as to the intending effect.

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Like A Virgin: Chapter 26

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13: Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter 24: Chapter 25:

Music: If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback (yes I like them, get over it.) and Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater

Warnings: None

Outfit: Bag:

The next morning you awoke to what most would think was a wild animal, to you it was just Dean’s snoring. As you opened your groggy, sleep filled eyes, you noticed that you were still in your bed but no longer in Sam’s arms. To your relief Crowley was the one holding you in a firm embrace.

“Good morning, lo-” He began to whisper, but before he could finish, your lips crashed into his. He let you kiss him, enjoying the feeling of your relief and joy. He intertwined his fingers with your hair and deepened the kiss. You could feel his tongue teasing your top lip. This was not the time and place for a ‘morning hello’ but your hormones were holding your morals hostage at the moment. You decided to test the waters and you slowly moved your hand up his shirt. Feeling the hair on his chest. Crowley inhaled deeply at the skin contact and broke the kiss.

“Not how I think your brothers would like to be woken up, pet.” You knew he was right but the hint of lust in his eyes gave away how he really felt. Then his eyes weren’t the only thing giving away his feelings.

“You’re, right. Though I don’t think anything will wake them up.” Almost as if on cue, Dean let rip another startling snort. You and Crowley let out small breathy chuckles. For the moment, the day didn’t seem like it was going to be too bad. You snuggled back into his chest enjoying everything about him. Your enjoyment was cut short when he mentioned the night before.

“Finding you in the arms of Moose was not the welcome home I was hoping for, love.” He kissed your forehead and played with your hair to let you know there was no real malice to the comment.

“Watching you be slaughtered was not my idea of a good dream.” Your voice was low enough only for him to hear, but as you spoke he sensed your fear. Crowley instinctively wrapped his arms tighter around you. Taking a deep breath, you relaxed more into his chest.

“Nothing can kill me, I am the King of Hell.” You knew he said that just to reassure you, however, you both knew that wasn’t true.

“You may not be vulnerable like some demons, Crowley; but you’re not invincible.” You craned your neck to look up into his face. To your surprise he smiled down at you so tenderly that it made you forget what you were even talking about.

“Nothing can kill me, not when I have so much to live for.” As he spoke, he wrapped a large hand on your jaw and pulled you closer to him for a passionate and loving kiss. It was the kind of kiss that would make even a soulless man feel love and pleasure. No longer being concerned about the lack of privacy, the two of you kept kissing like it was going to be the last time.

“Aw, gross.” From the bed next to you made reality come bak into view. Sam was laying on his back now with his giant arm flung over his head, covering his eyes. Dean was still snoring enough that you were beginning to think he was going to suck the seals off the windows.

“Sorry Sammy.” You said with a laugh as your face turned bright red. Reluctantly, you pulled yourself out of Crowley’s embrace and slipped out of bed. It was still early, about 5:30 in the morning, and coffee was a necessity. The problem was you wanted good coffee. The stuff you usually found in motels wasn’t even made with coffee beans, it was a sad substitute made from dried chicory roots.

“Bloody hell, does he always do that?” Crowley stated at Dean in amazement as he continued to sleep, loudly. Sam and you both laughed and responded with a simultaneous “Yeah.” Ignoring the snoring that you were now immune to, you addressed Sam.

“Coffee run?” You asked stretching your stiff limbs. Crowley watched you on the other side of the room, enjoying the way your clothes moved a crossed your body when you stretched. He was definitely itching for more alone time with you. Sam lugged his huge form out of bed and stretched the same, not near as visually appealing to Crowley.

“Yeah, You or me?” He asked as he tousled his bed hair. Picking up your duffle off the floor, you volunteered. You enjoyed mornings and were looking forward to the fresh air. There wasn’t much for clothing in your duffle, it took no time at all grabbing an outfit because you just wore the same clothes from the day before. Since you were going to be spending a decent of time in the woods on uneven terrain, you replaced your favored biker boots for a pair of black work/hiking boots, ankle support was a good idea.

Grabbing your pile of clothes, you headed to the bathroom to get ready for the long day ahead of you. Not wanting to fuss with your hair too much, you opted for a ponytail. Makeup was completely out of the question, being outdoors with he high probability of rain, it was’t worth the fuss. You stared at your face for a moment seeing the effects of the night before. Swollen and puffy eyes, chapped lips, and tight skin from the salt in your tears. It was then that you decided stopping at the drugstore for chapstick at the very least was a good idea.

When you left the bathroom Crowley was gone again. Sam could tell that you were about to ask where he had gone.

“Said he went to change.” He said shrugging his shoulders. You grinned at the thought ok what Crowley was going to be wearing, he wasn’t one for hiking. Grabbing your phone and wallet you headed for the door. You turned to ask Sam what he was going to want for coffee but before you could Dean let out another room shuttering snore. Shaking your head at your older brother, you asked Sam what he wanted from the Starbucks down the road.

“I guess a latte with an extra shot.” He said shrugging with indifference. Starbucks wasn’t your first choice for a coffee run but it was the closest. Taking a mental note of what he wanted you headed out of the hotel into the brisk air. Staring at you from a distance was Crowley leaning against the Impala. His outfit was not near as funny as what you had pictured in your head. He was wearing dark black jeans (no doubt probably designer), a denim button down shirt in place of his usual black one, black biker boots, and a leather jacket. He looked rugged and sexy as hell. You took in every inch of his as you walked across the parking lot.

“What, no plaid?” You quipped. You were only a couple feet from him now and you could see he was holding a couple items in his hands.

“That will never happen, my dear.” As he spoke he handed you a bag. It had two separate straps, one that went around the waist and one that went around the thigh. You eyed him questioningly.

“No more presents.” You said refusing to take it. He removed himself from the car and got inches from your face.

“And why not?” He asked. You could feel his breath on your skin and it made your pulse race.

“You don’t need to buy me.” You stated, crossing your arms across your chest obstinately. Even though you were dating a king you had no desire to start acting like a queen. You enjoyed the simple things in life, which was ironic because your life was anything but simple.

“Buy you, no. Spoil you, yes.” He finished his statement with a kiss on your forehead and placed the bag in your hand. You rolled your eyes and put it on, there was really no point to fighting him. The little satchel had a post apocalyptic look, which made you feel like a bad ass. Maybe him buying me clothing pieces wasn’t so bad, You told yourself. Crowley stepped over to the Impala and gestured to the door.

“Shall we?” He asked, expecting you to pull Baby’s keys out of your pocket. You shook you head and smiled. Instead of answering you just started walking to the small wooded area that separated the rest of down town from the motel. You slowed your stride so he could catch up to you. As a small gesture of love he reached down and grabbed one of your hands. Your skin was beginning to turn slightly red from the chill of the morning. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, he placed his warm lips on your freezing knuckles.

You had stayed silent for several minutes, your mind wandering back to the nightmare you had and the fear that you were so desperately trying to keep locked away. Crowley noticed your quiet demeanor.

“Care to talk about it?” He ask, not trying to pry but in a way that was letting you know he was there for you. You relented because it wasn’t fair for you to tell the boys and then keep it from him.

“I’m terrified.” Speaking in a whisper, you admitted your feelings. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“This is a monster more dangerous than most.” He stated mater-of-factly.

“That’s not what I’m afraid of.” You had stopped walking and made him turn to face you. “I am afraid of losing you, or Sam and Dean. The reason Sam was holding me last night was because of an awful nightmare I had.” Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes at the memory of the terror you felt. “I watched them get hurt and I watched you die.” You croaked out the last word and your stomach began to churn at the thought. “I saw your body in pieces and I was covered in your blood.” You stared at him, waiting for a response.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” He pulled you close for a tender hug and kissed. His words were a caring and kind gesture but as he said them you both knew that nothing was certain. In a funny attempt to lighten the mood, he reached down and gave your butt a good and hardy squeeze. You pulled back in surprise and laughed at his gesture. His mission having been accomplished, the both of you continued on towards town.

It was early enough in the morning that there was hardly any traffic, which was good because the section of road you had to cross was void of any cross walks. Finally making it to the small strip mall area, you headed across the parking lot to the Starbucks that was thankfully open. You ordered three grande Americanos, all of them extra strong, and a grande latte with an extra shot. Crowley waited by the door in one of the leather chairs that came standard at any Starbucks known to man. As you waited for your order at the counter you heard his phone ring. The conversation was short and by the look on his face it was one of the guys.

“Apparently, sleeping beauty is hungry.” Crowley quipped as he walked towards you. You took the four coffees that were placed in a drink carrier, and headed out.

“Figures,” You said handing him one of the extra strong americanos. “I figured it was a little early for whiskey.” You smiled as he looked at the coffee with apprehension.

“When in Rome.” He said shrugging his shoulders and taking the carrier out of your hands so you could take your own coffee. You both took a drink of the toasty beverage. The comfort of the warm caffein brought a calm smile to your face. Crowley, on the other hand, was not as satisfied. The face he made was similar to the one he made when he drank cheap whiskey.

“The first drink is a bit of a shock, but it gets better.” You coaxed and took another sip of your own beverage. The demon followed your lead and drank while walking to the next stop, the Jack in the Box next door. Like the last place, Crowley took a seat by the door with the coffee while you ordered breakfast. Knowing he wasn’t going to eat anything that cheap, you ordered a meat lovers breakfast burrito for Sam and two supreme breakfast burritos for Dean and yourself. Once your food was ready you met Crowley at the door, took you’re coffee and headed back to the guys.

The walk back was completely devoid of any case talk. The two of you talked about what you were going to do once the hunt was over. You and Dean still wanted to head into Seattle and have some fun, providing everyone was ok and not in the hospital. Dean of course wanted to check out Pike’s Place Pub and have some of the local beer. You wanted to explore the iconic Pike’s Street market and so did Sam. Crowley had no opinions on what to do. His one stipulation was a separate room from the guys, you had no argument with that.

You had made it back to the motel and could hear the small bedside radio playing a local classic rock station. Sticking your key into the old scuffed door knob you unlocked the little room and headed inside where it was quite a bit warmer. Sam, all too quickly, met you at the door to get his morning coffee. Dean waited on the edge of the bed, like a dog waiting for a bone. You tossed him his burrito and jokingly yelled “fetch boy.” Before savagely unwrapping the food, he flipped you the bird. You walked over to the small desk where Sam was going over the maps again, pencil in one hand, coffee in the other.

“Ptolemy,” You said, lightly smacking him on the back of the head with his burrito, “give it a rest and eat.”

“Yes, mom.” He responded sarcastically, replacing the pencil with breakfast. Crowley had taken a seat on the bed you two had recently shared. He was sitting casually with his back against the wall and his feet up on the mattress, a similar posture to Dean’s. You walked over and joined him with your coffee and food. It felt nice having him there with you, even though he looked far too sophisticated on the tacky and obnoxiously synthetic bedspread. The enjoyment you were having of the visual clash of Crowley in the room was put on hold when Dean started asking questions about the day ahead.

“So, do you have any possible ideas of what we are going to use to kill this bastard?” Dean asked Crowley with a mouth full of burrito. You sat and ate while the demon answered.

“Haven’t the foggiest, apart from what we have already tried on the lesser dragons.” He stated, taking a swig of his coffee.

“That’s pretty much the conclusion we came to.” Sam said, as he balled his food wrapper up and tossed it in the trash. “I at least have a solid hiking plan for today.” He pulled a couple of maps out of the backpack he had everything stored in. “I figured it would take us a little over an hour drive to get to a hiking trail. Then we are on foot for the rest of the day.” He took a long drink of his coffee while the rest of you processed the information.

“We should be getting off soon then.” You said between bites. “I for one feel a lot better about hiking around in the morning, given these guys are nocturnal.” Next to you, Dean mumbled something that sounded like ‘me too’, the mouth full of burrito made it hard to tell. Since none of you had much else to go on, you decided to change the conversation a bit. You asked the boys if you could swing into the dollar store that was right across the main road, so you could get the couple of small things you needed. Sam agreed with the idea and wanted to pick up some food and water for the hike. Then you all talked about the plans for after the hunt.

As predicted Dean wanted to to to the pub. Sam actually did to, however, he was more interested in the tour then sample all the beers. It was nice having something fun to look forward to, it kept the hope that all was going to work out and you would all still be alive. Once you finished your breakfast and coffee, you packed up the few belongings you had with you and jumped in the car to start the mission ahead.

The dollar store was nothing exciting, they were pretty much all the same across the country. The trip was quick, only grabbing what was necessary; classic trail mix, a small case of water, some jerky links, a package of granola bars, and the pack of cherry chapstick you needed. Getting everything in the car you guys made the drive to the North Star Mine.

While in the back seat, you opened the package of Chapstick, taking one out and asking Sam to put the rest in the glove box. Almost immediately after applying the much-needed moisturizer to your lips, Crowley reached over and grabbed your face with both hands, “sharing” your Chapstick. Following, there was laughter from you and Crowley while the boys moaned and groaned at you two being a couple. The rest of the ride was mostly silent after that. You watched the scenery outside for most of it, enjoying the constant shades of green that were going past. If you weren’t a hunter that had to travel and live in a bunker, the evergreen area of Washington was one that you had considered settling down in.

The road getting to a hiking point was confusing. You guys were really out in the middle of nowhere now. You finally pulled off at the edge of the woods, you were going to be on foot the rest of the way. The four of you exited the Impala and braced the chilly weather that greeted you.

Moving to the truck you started packing up the things you would need for the morning; Sam dumped all the research into the trunk and replaced it with a couple of maps, food, water, and some of the extra ammo that was bought the day before. Dean grabbed another back pack and loaded it with the usable half of the sword, the colt, his own gun, the demon knife, and extra ammo. You grabbed the gun with the remaining dragon killing bullets, strapped a knife and sheath to your thigh, put a compass and some first aid necessities in your new bag. Lastly the boys and you each grabbed a set of gloves, having slow reaction time from cold hands was not helpful. Closing the trunk, the four of you turned away from the safety of the car and ventured into the woods.

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