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elysiumnotes · 4 months

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My 9-1-1 s8 Disaster Ideas/Wishlist

So I am going to spend the hiatus for 911 moving onto some of my brushed to the wayside hyperfixations now that the season’s over. Honestly after almost 15 years in fandom, I do not want to wade into the water of angsty ship wars and have already filtered out my tags and blocked certain blogs to ensure my peace.

However, I still will be thinking about my gay little wee woo show and I wanted to post my ideas, wishes, speculations, and predictions. Not necessarily in that order…..

Anyways! First things first, for this little post I wanted to speculate about what s8’s big disaster is going to be and my idea on how it could be done. (ABC if you’re lurking, please feel free to take the idea. You too, Tim. I give this idea away for free) What I think the s8 disaster is:

TORNADO / TWISTER

Now hear me out….as a Canadian, I have no clue if Tornadoes are common or even occur in places like LA. But with a dramatic ass show like 911 that has dealt with titanic-like cruise ship disaster, tsunami, earthquake, mudslides, wildfires, etc. it’s not out of the realm of possibility for them to completely the elemental set.

But moving onto how they would work it in…

I propose that it is used in the season premiere. (stick with me and imagine) LA is on Tornado watch and is hunkering down but the 118 get called to an emergency like they always do. (since it seems like their sector seems to be the entirety of LA, but I digress)

Unfortunately Captain Gerard is still the temp Captain while Bobby is out fighting the decision with the Chief. Obviously the crew does not gel with his leadership style which affects their ability to complete this rescue that’s in the path of the tornado.

Now this is where I get a little insane….Please stick with me on this….

This will be an Eddie centric 2 part premiere as he’s still reeling from Chris’s decision to go to Texas for the summer. (I refuse to have him leave completely) He’s kinda going stir crazy in an empty house now that his son’s not there. Instead of Buck being the normally reckless one, Eddie dives into the rescue against Gerard’s orders as the wind picks up. The tornado gets too close and the winds too strong that they can’t go after him safely and that cause the structure he’s in to collapse on him and knock him out.

Here’s the crazy part…

As he’s knocked out, we go into Eddie’s dreamscape consciousness that is just pretty much a 911 version retelling of the Wizard of Oz….

(I promise this will be a compelling arc)

…..which we will eventually learn is the movie he ended up watching the night before as had been having some cases of Insomnia now that Chris was gone.

Now you’re thinking, Elysium, that absolutely bonkers and how would they ever pull it off? Truthfully I don’t know how they would write but I can give the bare bones of what I imagine for it.

Eddie wakes up in weird not-version of LA after the Tornado passes to find a firetruck crushing the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’ Gerard.

He’ll take the Saint Christopher medal from the body (why? I don’t know… it’s his weird dream sequence about coming to terms with his grief)

No memories/vague recollection of what he’s doing. All he knows is that he has to get back home to his soul. His family.

Eventually he is found by ‘Glinda the Good Witch’ Evan ‘’Buck’ Buckley, who gives him a goal to work towards and solid advice to find the great wizard (Bobby) who should be able to grant his wish.

Obviously he will be joined by Hen & Chim as companions, each searching for their own thing. (not to be one-to-one with the Tin Man & Lion, but Hen’s thing would be about courage to fight the councilwoman and get Mara back. Chim looking for the heart could be maybe thinking about having more kids once Mara is back with Henren. You stuff like like that, idk)

Dealing with the Witch Gerard and the flying monkeys (which would be all the obstacles that the 118 face, grief about Shannon, unresolved catholic guilt, his parents taking his kid, etc)

Finally Eddie will make it to the Wizard (Bobby), the man he conflated and put on pedestal because the Good Witch Buck, who sees Bobby as his his father figure (which is a good thing don’t get me wrong), also did. Only to realize Bobby is also just a man like him, his true foil (narratively this would be made clear to the audience using flashbacks) who like him, only became grand because his pushed himself to work for it even through his grief and bad moments.

What Eddie realizes is that he was looking for his way back home to his perfect life and family, to a Chris who won’t currently be there. And that destroying himself to wait for him to come back won’t fix the issue. Glinda will also help him with this.

He realizes that the way to make amends is to do like Bobby and put the effort into that change. He going to make his home a comfortable space for Chris again, so when he does come back, he knows that things will be different. He’ll take time for himself to properly grieve Shannon (and get more therapy, god!) and take the space to delve into some self-discovery whole were at it.

Then he’ll wake up from being knocked out by his team, not including Gerard, once the Tornado is gone. Maybe they go back to the station after a checkup at the hospital and Bobby comes back saying he’s reinstated and Gerard is gone. (I’m not really planning for this stuff)

Now, I’m obviously missing some characters in this dream sequence but I don’t know where they would fit. And I’m avoiding some big sexuality and romantic notions in regards to Eddie.

Trust that I know and I want it too, but I also want to avoid the ship wars this summer. So I’ll leave it vague, even though to me the idea of Eddie being Dorothy is very explicit in what arc I want for him.

Let me know what you would cast the other 911 character as in this version of Oz. Also thank you for indulging my crazy idea. I’ll be back with more.

Also #RaviMainS8!

#911 abc #911 on abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #bobby nash #athena grant #ravi panikkar #911 spoilers #this is just for fun #and mostly just my space to talk about the stupid idea in my head #buddie

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asterekmess · 4 years

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You and your shameless friends claim that there are plenty of canon reasons to despise the Latino hero/lead/protagonist and titular Teen Wolf Scott McCall and that disliking Scott has nothing to do with racism, but how many time have you guys said “Scott hated Derek and didn’t listen to him” or “Scott is obsessed with Allison” or “Stiles trusted Derek before Scott and took Derek’s side when it came to Scott pursuing lacrosse and Allison” even though we absolutely know that neither is true?

First off, I’m pretty sure you’re also the author of the next ask that I got, so I’ll just go ahead and tack that on here. Even if it wasn’t you, I prefer to answer my hate mail in as few messages as possible.

If Scott hated Derek the way that the Teen Wolf fandom interprets him as hating him, why didn’t he let Derek die at the hands of the Argents in Formality (1x11)? And if Scott’s sole motivation was his obsession with Allison, why didn’t sell Derek and his Pack out to Gerard in Season 2? Just admit you hate Scott because he is a Mexican brown boy and better and more important than everyone else and fuck off

Oh honey, that word doesn’t mean what you think it means.

“Titular Character” refers to the “role of a character after whom a film is named.” For example: Steve Rogers is the titular character of “Captain America.” Emma is the titular character of “Emma.” Scott McCall may be a Teen Wolf but he is not the Titular character of the show, because Teen Wolf isn’t a name, it’s a descriptor. Also! Fun fact, just calling him “titular” and not “titular character” means that you’re saying he is actually “hero/lead/protagonist” in title only, which I find just fucking hilarious. So, thank you for that lil giggle.

Also, we’ve said that loads of times, what about it? Those points have absolutely nothing to do with Scott’s race. They’re supported by canonical evidence.

Derek is set up as a character with far more knowledge that Scott, who has the answers to his questions and is willing to give them. Scott refuses to listen to him, except for the few times he goes to Derek specifically to get help from Derek. Every other time he ignores Derek’s warnings. And Scott does hate Derek, or at least he does a great job acting like it, considering he, you know, left him strung up on a grate where he’d been hanging for a week (during which time Scott stalked Allison [including sitting outside her window while she was fucking sleeping, even though she was in a house full of capable hunters] in order to ‘protect’ her because he ASSUMED that when Peter said “vunerable” he meant Allison) getting electrocuted and refused to let him out unless he promised to save Allison.

Now, Stiles didn’t trust Derek ‘before Scott’ (in part because Scott literally has never actually trusted Derek in any meaningful way). But, he does share the same opinion as Derek multiple times in regards to Scott needing to not play lacrosse/go out with Allison. He warns Scott that lacrosse is too dangerous before he ever talks to Derek about it, and tells Scott he shouldn’t play anymore because he’s going to keep losing control (which he does, multiple times, even after finding his anchor) and Scott refuses to listen to him because he doesn’t want to be taken off first line. He also reminds Scott multiple times that it’s really safer if he doesn’t play in the stupid lacrosse game because it’s one fucking game and Scott ignores him because he wants Allison to go out with him, assuming she’d no longer be interested in him if he didn’t play lacrosse. And while he’s never outright said “Don’t date Allison,” he has suggested Scott put off going on his first date with Allison, or just not skipping school with her during a fucking crisis, so they can try to save some lives. How fucking hilarious, that the ADHD kid is the one who has to suggest moderation to the neurotypical character in order to try and keep people from dying. By hilarious, I mean terrifying.

In what way did Scott not let Derek die at the hands of the Argents in 1x11? Yeah, for about ten seconds he talks about needing to find Derek, but it has absolutely nothing to do with Derek? He explicitly says that he needs Derek to help him protect Allison. That’s it. That’s all he cares about. Besides, he also says that he knows the Argents aren’t going to kill Derek, so he’s not doing anything heroic by suggesting they find him. And he doesn’t continue looking for him either, when he can’t get ahold of him, just leaves him to be imprisoned/tortured while he follows Allison around. Literally all he would need to do is go back to the house where he last saw Derek and he’d have found him instantly. Yeah, in the next episode he finally hunts Derek down (if a howl would’ve done it, why the fuck didn’t he do it earlier? Oh right, because he was busy watching Allison’s every move.) but it’s not for Derek’s sake. It’s so that Derek will help him save Allison and kill Peter so that he can turn human again and be with Allison. (Are you starting to see a fucking pattern here?) Now, you could try and say that he just has multiple motivations, and yeah, sure, characters are capable of that. But that concept is kind of undermined by the fucking blackmail that Scott uses by THREATENING TO LEAVE HIM TO BE TORTURED.

Are we watching the same show? Scott did sell Derek and his pack out! He leaked information about them to Gerard, let Isaac and Derek follow him into what he knew was a trap, and then forced Derek to bite Gerard against his will.

Also, I just cannot resist. “better and more important than everyone else.” What are you? Three years old?

Now, listen, I don’t pull this card very often, but my husband actually asked me to please say it.

First off: Fuck you. Just had to get that out there. Second: My HUSBAND IS FUCKING MEXICAN. HE IS FLUENT IN SPANISH. HIS MOTHER’S ENTIRE FAMILY IS MEXICAN. I spend my holidays SURROUNDED by brown boys and girls who call me FAMILY. My FUTURE CHILDREN will be Mexican. There is EVERY likelihood that I’ll have a beautiful brown-skinned baby. My husband sure as fuck doesn’t think I’m racist, and I think he’s got more right to make that judgement than strangers on the internet. Third: FUCK YOU. Fourth: For the record, My husband ALSO thinks Scott is garbage, and he’s only 5 episodes into the fucking show.

As a last note, while I’m happy to discuss the show in a reasonable manner, any more hate mail I receive of this particularly pathetic caliber is getting deleted automatically. I don’t play games.

#personal #go for it #hate mail #meta ramblings #rant #anti-scott mccall #when I read these asks to my husband he fucking CACKLED #Anonymous

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jemmahazelnut · 3 years

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Classmates

Summary: In this Modern AU Laxus and Freed are classmates but at first, they don't really get along. 5+1 style fic. [Freed/Laxus]

Links: AO3 - Fanfiction

I tried to write about a love born in school. I hope I’ve kept them in character enough even though they are in a different context (and they are younger). I hope you like it :)

Classmates (or 'Five times Freed and Laxus argued at school and the one time they didn't')

1-When Laxus tries to be kind

It had been a while since Laxus had noticed that boy with long green hair and, he had to admit it at least to himself, it intrigued him a little. Perhaps because of that strange color in his hair, so in contrast to his rigid way of behaving, perhaps because he was so different from all his classmates. So, they were all troublemakers while that guy was pretty calm. Okay, Laxus had also noticed his ass, but he would never have said it out loud. In any case, it was precisely because of his attitude that he was intrigued. As if he believed himself superior to anyone, even the professors themselves.

Laxus observed professor Brandish Myu's test the following week and made up his mind, reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder, who turned a little surprised. The blond handed him the paper.

“What’s that?” the green-haired guy asked. Laxus snorted.

“Next week's test. That bitch Myu does it the same every year, because she doesn't want to work. There are all the correct answers there” he replied. The boy looked up at him, and Laxus noticed how peculiar his eyes were. They weren't blue, they were just a deep blue, and the right one had a darker spot. Laxus would have called them beautiful.

"It's called cheating" the boy said dryly, without taking the paper. Laxus arched an eyebrow, and wondered what the fuck was wrong with that guy. Anyone else would have accepted it, at least not to have to study. Maybe he really was one of those nerds who hated cheaters and didn't let anyone copy.

"With that bitch you’ll never get top marks, no matter how hard you study" Laxus warned him then. Maybe that guy didn't know that teacher well yet.

"I'll get top marks and won't cheat" the confident boy said. At that point Laxus gave up. If he wanted to waste time and study, let him do it. He had grown tired of being kind. So, he put the paper on the table.

"As you like, you'll regret it" he muttered.

"No. I won't” the boy retorted and turned back to pay attention to the lesson.

Laxus was right, however, when the teacher gave the grades, Freed -Laxus had found out his name- took B+, while Laxus A. The blonde pointed this out to him, and Freed badly told him that it was that bitchy teacher who didn't understand a shit. The point is that he not only said it to him, but also to the teacher herself and the blonde couldn't help but chuckle seeing how pissed off that guy was.

2-When Laxus underestimates him

In the end, Freed was convinced by his schoolmates that he would join the basketball game. The boys were still choosing how to divide into the team, on the one hand there was Gerard as captain, on the other that idiot Laxus. That guy was nothing but a pain in Freed's ass. He could also admit that he was not very smart to refuse that sheet -to himself, obviously he would never have told a soul- but in any case, it was the professor's fault if his grade was only a B+. His test was perfect, it was the teacher who didn't understand a shit. But of course, that didn't interest Laxus, and every time they saw each other he brought up that story, just to make him nervous.

In any case, at the moment Freed was waiting to figure out which team he should go to.

"Choose Freed, he's good" Bickslow was saying to Laxus, who stared at him skeptically.

"That little guy?" he asked and Freed felt the irritation rise and his cheeks flush with anger. Like hell he was little, Freed would have shown it to him. "He's just a nerd, he's probably never played a team game, I choose Gray" Laxus decided. Freed became even more annoyed, and when Gerard chose him, he was more than happy. He didn't want to be on the team with that windbag anyway, and it would show him how wrong he was to underestimate him.

The game began and Freed wasted no time. His height was actually a limit compared to other guys, especially that blond one, but that certainly didn't stop Freed. He was fast and exuberant, he kept going from one side of the pitch to the other, more than once he had managed -with great satisfaction- to steal the ball from Laxus and take it to the other side to make a basket. He basically played as a playmaker, and when his team won, Freed smiled in satisfaction. It was presumptuous to think it was because of him, but it certainly had made a difference and blowing the balls under Laxus's eyes had been very, very satisfying. That's why Freed turned to Laxus at the end of the game.

"You got beaten up by a shorter nerd than you" he teased. Laxus tensed his jaw, obviously irritated and stung.

"Tsk, thanks to your mates, not yours" he growled nervously.

"Really? Because I counted the baskets, and I scored four more than you. Not to mention the countless times you've gotten the ball stolen from under your nose. If you play like this, I suggest you review your technique” he told him with an air of superiority and a smile that, he was sure, would have made the blonde even more nervous. Laxus could not argue and Freed walked away from him, knowing that he would throw him back for the rest of the year.

3-When Laxus has to endure him

Laxus couldn't believe it. He should have guessed it, he really should have. Who else could the math teacher pair him with? With Freed Justine of course, nerd par excellence with excellent marks in every single subject. And since Laxus absolutely had to catch up on his bad grades, he was forced to put up with that presumptuous little fellow who wasted no time telling him how ignorant he was. And as much as Laxus had tried to be patient until now, he had had enough now.

"You have to go on for a long time, or will you explain to me how the fuck to solve this problem?" he growled irritably. They were just wasting their time because of his chatter. Freed rolled his eyes, as if he were the one who must be exasperated there. It was Laxus who had been putting up with his complaints so far, what the fuck.

“Haven't you figured it out yet? I gave you a lot of things to think about” he snapped.

"Actually, I've only heard complaints" Laxus muttered.

"You weren't listening" Freed reiterated, and re-explained a few passages. Laxus forced himself to listen to him and finally figured out how to fix that damned problem. Satisfied he completed it. A half smile was printed on his face, he had taken less time than expected, now he could go. He started to get up but Freed tapped the pen on his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked him.

"At home" was the obvious answer.

"Do you realize that we’re only at the beginning? There are a lot of topics you need to catch up on. Sit down and focus” Freed told him. Laxus stared at him in shock. He was joking, right? He had spent twenty minutes listening to him, and another ten minutes solving that exercise. He wouldn't stay there a second longer.

“That will be enough to get a good grade. I understand everything” he said quietly.

"No" Freed persisted in saying "We’re only at the beginning, what if the teacher asks you about trigonometry? Sit down now. If you don't get a good grade, it will weigh on my credits, and I'm not going to make my situation worse because of you” he snapped irritably.

"Fuck it" Laxus snapped, surrendering. He didn't even know what Freed was talking about, he had never been careful in math class. Partly because the subject was boring, and partly because the teacher made it even more boring. "Just stop being an annoying know-it-all" he snapped at Freed, who gave him a dirty look.

"It's not my fault you're ignorant" he retorted right away. Laxus put his hands through his hair, knowing full well he would go mad.

4-When Laxus has to protect him

Freed hated bullies. He especially hated Torafuzar and Tempesta, two moron who thought they could do what they wanted just because they were big and thick. Which was also Laxus, except that Laxus, in contrast to them, was much more handsome, kind and -even if he still made him nervous- Freed almost liked him. In any case, it was really not the time to think about the study partner. No, since those two had now only targeted him because he was gay. Okay, maybe Freed had instigated them a bit, telling them that they were probably impotent and that with violence they were trying to compensate for the fact that they had a tiny dick. He had been an asshole, okay, but Freed felt justified as those two started insulting him for his long, colored hair.

So now Freed found himself between two guys who are taller and much more muscular than him. That didn't stop him from still having the poisonous tongue. He wasn't stupid, he knew the two of them would hit him, but he was confident that they didn't expect to have to deal with someone who had trained in hand-to-hand combat. And that actually helped him, he managed to dodge a punch of Tempestar and thrust one into his stomach. The taller boy doubled over, and Freed quickly turned to the other idiot. What he hadn't foreseen was that he grabbed his wrist and twisted it so much that he let out a moan, and then knocked him to the ground.

Shit, he had underestimated them, and now he found himself dealing with two guys much bigger than him. Before Torafuzar could hit him again, Freed grabbed his leg and dropped him from behind with his ass to the ground. Then he tried to get up but Tempestar punched him in the face. And fuck if it hurted. He felt dizzy and for a moment considered the idea of running away. He really thought that despite his pride, because he wasn't stupid, but he didn't have the time to do it. He saw Tempestar hit his head against the wall, and only after that did, he realize that it was Laxus who hit him.

The blonde looked really pissed off for some reason, and he started hitting the two boys.

"What the fuck do you want?" one of the two moron snapped.

"Beat the living hell out of you, asshole" Laxus growled. Torafuzar grinned.

"And I guess you think you can do it even if there are two of us, Dreyar" he mocked.

"A kid half your height has beat you two a pulp. I don't think I'm going to have any problems" he challenged them. The two glanced at each other as Freed stood up beside him, assessing the situation. He didn't have to think about anything though, because the two boys, after spitting on the ground, walked away. Freed turned to Laxus.

"Kid half your height?" he repeated offended. Laxus stared at him puzzled.

"A ‘thank you’ is enough for me, you know" he told him.

"I don't have to fucking thank you, I'm not as short as you insist on saying, and in any case, I was doing it alone" he retorted. Laxus raised an eyebrow.

"It's unbelievable, not even after get hit you can lower your head" he said in amazement. Freed stared at him in annoyance. He knew that Laxus had helped him, but he was pretty sure he would be able to escape from those two idiots without any problems.

“Thanks” he forced himself to say between his teeth, Laxus widened his eyes but Freed didn't let him speak. “Even though I didn't ask for your help. And let's be clear, they were two against one, it wasn't fair anyway” he specified. Laxus smiled in amusement.

"So, admit you needed help."

"I didn’t say this".

"No, but it's true".

"It’s not…".

“Oh fuck, stop talking, he's bleeding your nose. And go to the infirmary before you mess around” Laxus told him.

"I don't need to…" Freed began to moan but Laxus grabbed him by the arm before he finished the sentence and began dragging him down the hall.

"You are extremely annoying, has anyone ever told you that?" he made rhetoric.

“Many in fact, but…”.

"I'm not surprised".

“Do you want to stop dragging me and interrupting me while I speak? I can walk alone. And anyway, I'm not annoying, it's other people who can't accept reality” Freed pointed out, trying to ignore how hot and strong Laxus's grip on his arm was. He tried to free himself but the wrist Torafuzar had turned before him hurt and he barely stifled a groan. Laxus immediately let go and turned to him, his eyes worried.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, gently taking his wrist in his hands and approaching. Freed instantly tensed, feeling the strong scent of Laxus flood his nostrils and his fingers gently feel his pulse. A shiver ran down his arm and he felt a blush reach his face. No no no, he couldn't blush in front of Laxus. It didn't matter how handsome and thoughtful the boy was, and how close he was to him, and how deep-down Freed liked that attention. Freed swallowed hard and jerked away before the situation became more embarrassing. He turned around so as not to show his stunned expression.

“Hell no, you can’t hurt me. I just twisted it” he said, hoping his voice didn't sound strange. Fuck. Fuck. Why was he getting so excited? Laxus put a hand on his shoulder and new shivers of excitement ran down Freed's shoulders. No, no. This wasn’t good. Freed pulled away quickly. "And stop it, why don't you mind your own business instead of busting my balls?" he blurted out.

Laxus snorted. “You know what, make do. I’m not surprised that you’ve been beaten with the tongue you have” he told him badly and turned away. Freed sighed in relief, finally starting to breathe normally again. As much as he hated admitting it, he liked Laxus's closeness more than he wanted to admit. He put his hands to his face and realized that his nose still hurt. He really had to go to the infirmary.

5-When Laxus wants to kiss him

"And as if that weren't enough, now I find myself wasting an entire afternoon that I could have used to study the new chapter of history, only to find myself here cleaning a fucking shit room with the most annoying person in school" Freed was saying. Laxus was now used to his background voice, it accompanied him most of the time, since they had been studying together for quite a few months. Freed actually did not speak constantly, on the contrary, there were moments in which Laxus also had fun with him. But when he was angry, he started with those monologues so long that they seemed to have no end.

And that was one of those moments, as they were in punishment together. It was Laxus' fault of course, and the blonde had no problem admitting it. He had dragged Freed into trouble for him because it seemed funny to make him do something forbidden. In particular, the two boys had gone to the roof and Laxus had tried to get Freed to smoke. After listening to a long monologue from his friend -he could now consider it as such- about how bad smoking was and how stupid smoking was, in the end -Laxus still didn't know how- he managed to convince Freed to take a drag. Obviously, the boy immediately coughed, reiterating how stupid it was and that he would never do it again, but Professor Clive had caught them and put them to clean up a classroom in the school.

At one point Freed kicked the garbage can causing it to fall to the ground and scatter papers. Laxus looked at him in shock.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

“I'm sick of being here. You should be here, alone. You dragged me into your follies!" he exclaimed "Now I have a demerit, do you know how much it will weigh?" he asked and Laxus rolled his eyes.

"You decided to follow me" the blond pointed out. "Anyway, if you do that, you only mess up the classroom even more" he commented.

“At least help me. You've been there for twenty minutes doing nothing” Freed snapped.

“Why, you instead? You've been complaining for the same time” Laxus retorted. Freed gave him a dirty look, but then he snorted and began to work. Laxus was lost watching him wondering when they got along more. Sure, they often argued, but they spent just as much time having fun together. It wasn't the first time Freed had followed him to do something stupid, it was fun to have a partner to bullshit with. Especially if that mate was Freed. They enjoyed bullshitting assholes, and now they had even begun to see each other after school.

The last time Laxus had taken his grandfather's moped, and had done a few laps with Freed. His friend had taught him to wheelies, or at least, he had explained the whole theory to him -suffering about the physics of the engine, part that Laxus no longer remembered anyway- and then it was the blond who tried. To make himself cool, he had tilted the scooter more than it should, and eventually they overturned. Luckily, they weren't hurt, but Freed had put all the blame on them. After arguing about that, they found themselves laughing and trying again, with more caution.

Yes, Laxus was having more fun than he had thought with that boy. And, strange and uncomfortable, he found himself all too often watching him. He liked how Freed brushed his hair off his face when he studied, or how he looked curiously at anything he didn't know, the way he nibbled his pen when he was agitated, or the way he smiled with satisfaction when he won a match against him. Indeed, Laxus was in too good a mood around him.

Even now, he was glad that Freed was with him, even though the boy kept muttering softly about how unfair that punishment was, and Laxus was sure, it wouldn't shut him up in any way. When Freed started, there was no way to stop him, by now he knew him. Who knows, maybe if he had kissed him, he would finally close that mouth. The idea didn't seem bad at all. At one point Freed turned to him.

"Are you going to help or not?" he blurted out. Laxus found himself blushing slightly, realizing he'd gazed at him for too long. He shrugged, feigning nonchalance.

“I was hoping you did everything” he said, avoiding looking at his lips. Freed threw a cast on him.

"Work" he ordered.

"And you stop messing up the classroom even more" Laxus retorted, taking the chalk off the ground and approaching the blackboard and, inevitably, to Freed, who always put him in awe with that intense gaze. Damn it in his eyes, they were so peculiar that he took more time to look at them each time. Better than looking at his lips, Laxus thought. Okay, he definitely had to stop thinking about weird things.

“In any case, you should serve most of the punishment, so you will clean most of the room. If you were wondering, from that corner over there to... " Laxus couldn't take it anymore, he pushed himself forward and placed his lips on Freed's, who initially jumped and widened his eyes. Laxus almost feared that he wouldn’t respond to the kiss, but after a few seconds the boy parted his lips and Laxus pushed himself even more towards him. He shook his hands on Freed's hips, pulling him against him and felt his friend's fingers tickle his neck. He was more beautiful than he had expected, a little uncertain on the part of both of them, sweet, and incredibly electrifying.

When they broke apart, Freed was silent for the first time, red-faced and wide-eyed. Laxus would have made fun of him if it had been another moment, but in that instant, he felt the same way. Embarrassed, surprised, excited. Freed had reciprocated. Without thinking twice, he pushed Freed towards the wall and kissed him again, this time more intensely, making their tongues collide and running his hands over his friend's body. Before long he felt too excited, with Freed's hands on his shoulders it was impossible not to be. God, he was freaking out completely. They broke away panting and flushed again and stared at each other for long seconds.

"W-what ...?" Freed stammered. Good heavens, he had managed to silence Freed Justine. Laxus grinned, although he felt high, he liked to see his friend in those states. Especially if it was his fault.

"Finally shut up" he commented. Freed's face became even more red if possible. In a short time, however, he narrowed his gaze again, although he was no longer credible as usual given the blush that colored his cheeks.

“You know, you just kissed me. I think I may be surprised, especially considering…” Laxus kissed him again, not sure whether to shut him up or because he wanted to. Damn, it didn't matter, those kisses were dizzying him and the more he had, the more he wanted. When they broke apart a third time, the blonde didn't stray too far from Freed. That closeness was all too tempting, and having Freed with his back to the wall thrilled him too much.

"We should clean the room" Freed murmured. Laxus raised an eyebrow.

"Are you seriously interested in that now?" he asked him. Freed seemed to think about it for a moment, then placed his hands on Laxus's chest and pushed him back badly, so much so that the blonde felt disappointed. He didn't have time to think about anything however that he found himself with his back against the desk.

"No, I don't care" was Freed's response, who immediately put a hand through the blond's hair and forced him to kiss him. Before long they both forgot the punishment.

1-When Laxus allies himself with him

Freed didn't think Laxus would trust him that much. But he did. Indeed, if Laxus had been caught stealing a moped not his own and voluntarily swiping it against Professor Brandish Myu's car, he didn't know what would happen to him. But he trusted him and Freed had no intention of betraying him. In any case there was little to worry about, Freed had thought of everything so that the blame would fall on those assholes of Torafuzar and Tempestar. Yes, the plan was all his. Well, almost everything. He had to admit that Laxus had contributed, but in any case, Freed was keen to point out that most of the credit went to him.

It all started when Laxus found himself with the scooter completely destroyed. Obviously, it had been those assholes of Torafuzar and Tempestar, who had done little to deny it. Indeed, they had boasted about it like never before. Laxus' first instinct had been to go beat them both, but Freed had stopped him in time, before he got suspended. And so, he had come up with a plan to take revenge. The plan included Professor Brandish Myu only because Freed hated her, and so he would kill two birds with one stone. They would just have to steal the keys of one of the two mopeds and swipe it against the professor's car, then leaving the evidence there. Perfect. Everything was perfect. Freed just had to keep the janitors busy and make sure no one came out, a pretty easy task for someone with his gab. In fact, when he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket and saw the message from Laxus he smiled.

“Laxus <3: Done! ;) "

Yes, Freed had put the little heart next to his name, but the blonde didn't have to know. He greeted the janitors, who in any case adored him for his kind and polite face -all facade, as Laxus said- and went up the stairs, returning to the first floor and opening the security door.

"Those assholes will have a nice surprise" the blond grinned.

"I hope you did a long scratch" Freed commented.

"Oh yes" Laxus smiled. Freed chuckled. He couldn't wait to see the scene.

And the scene came. Laxus and Freed were in the parking lot when the professor approached the car. Freed was quite curious what his car looked like, but he didn't lean over to avoid arousing suspicion, and Laxus just watched the two assholes walking towards Tempestar’s scooter. But when they were there, the professor's scream attracted everyone's attention.

"You stupid degenerate kids!" she exclaimed to the two assholes, who stared at her worried, but also pissed off. Because they knew they were framed. Freed and Laxus enjoyed the scene a few meters away, while all the other students stared too. "If you think you can pass the year, you’re very wrong, I will crush you, right?" the professor threatened them, while she looked at her own car that, in fact, Laxus was really committed to ruining.

The blond glanced at Freed, who was watching the scene strangely in silence. He put a hand on his shoulder and leaned slightly towards his ear, lowering his voice.

"Hey, are you feeling guilty?" he asked him worried. Freed turned to him and giggled.

"Not even a little" he replied without any doubt.

"Then why are you so silent?" Laxus asked puzzled. Freed watched the two boys.

“Oh nothing, I was thinking about how many assholes I have yet to take revenge. So far, I’ve reached seventeen people, but I only have revenge in mind on ten of them. Do you have someone to take revenge on?" he asked him. Laxus smiled in amusement.

"Hell, you're a bastard".

"Is it really a surprise?" Freed asked.

"No, actually no" Laxus said, taking Freed's hand in his and walking towards the bus stop. "So, who’s the first?".

#freed justine #laxus dreyar #fraxus #fairy tail

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Dead Poets Society: The Story

Dead Poets Society opens in a pretty traditional way: with the first day of school.

It’s the beginning of a fresh school year for transfer student Todd Anderson (Ethan Hawke), new, shy kid on the block at Welton Academy, a prestigious prep-school for boys, located in Vermont. At the opening ceremony, older recruits march through a church, down the aisles full of other students, carrying banners that display the words: Tradition, Discipline, Honor, and Excellence. New students light candles, and, most importantly, headmaster Nolan takes to the podium to welcome the new students, and shy, quiet Todd Anderson sits in the pew, looking nervous as Headmaster Nolan begins his speech, discussing the four Pillars of the school, the prestigious nature of the establishment, and introducing the new English teacher: John Keating (Robin Williams).

The panel of teachers, sitting behind Nolan, is notably older and grayer than Keating, who, while not a terribly young man, is considerably more lively and animated than his new colleagues. This will be important later, but not right now. (Spoilers below!)

After the ceremony, the courtyard in front of the school is full of parents saying goodbye to their sons. It is here that we learn something interesting about Todd: he has, as Nolan puts it, “big shoes to fill” . As it turns out, Todd’s older brother was a student here, and a pretty good one. Even more nervous, Todd files out of the courtyard with the rest of the students, where we meet Todd’s to-be roomate: Neil Perry (Robert Sean Leonard).

Neil Perry seems to be Todd’s complete opposite in personality. He’s confident, and out-going, and is expected by Nolan to be doing ‘great things’ this year. He takes Todd up to their dorm room, and there, Todd meets Neil’s friends: Knox Overstreet (Josh Charles), Richard Cameron (Dylan Kussman), Stephen Meeks (Allelon Ruggiero), Gerard Pitts (James Waterson), and Charlie Dalton (Gale Hansen). The boys get comfortable in Neil and Todd’s room, teasing Neil for being made to take chemistry courses over the summer. The laid-back nature of the introductions is cut short, however, by a knock at the door.

It’s Neil Perry’s father (Kurtwood Smith).

Mr. Perry tells Neil that he has spoken to Mr. Nolan, and has cut all of Neil’s extra-curricular activities for the year, including the school yearbook, as he doesn’t want Neil distracted from the end-goal of medical school. Neil tries to argue, but is quickly shot down.

After Mr. Perry leaves, the other boys encourage Neil to stand up to his father, but he refuses, resigned to doing what he’s told. The other boys leave, inviting Todd to join them for a Latin study group the next day.

The next day, on the first true day of classes, the boys pass through lesson after lesson, taught by wizened, distinguished men who bore their students to tears.

And then comes English class.

Mr. Keating enters the room, passes his entire classroom, and heads for the opposite door, telling his class to follow him. Confused, the class obeys.

Keating takes them out to the hallway, encouraging them to look at the case full of pictures of Welham alumnus, and tells them that those who first attended Welton, explaining that these people who were once young, are now old, or even dead.

“Carpe diem, seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.”

He also recites to them some poetry:

“O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It’s from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you’re slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.”

After class, Cameron remarks that Keating seems rather odd, but the rest of the boys seem to like him, or at least, find him interesting. While the boys hit the showers, Knox reveals that he has to attend a dinner at the Danburys’ (whoever they are, more on that later) explaining that he can’t meet to study with them tonight. The boys pick on him a little and then invite Todd, who doesn’t seem to be on board for the plan.

That night, the boys meet to study, and Knox comes in late, elated. See, he’s met the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen: Chris. The bad news is that she’s engaged to a guy named Chet, but that doesn’t seem to deter Knox that much. He remains completely smitten.

The next day, Keating’s class remains as unconventional as the day before. This is no course where the first class is fun and then it’s down to business the next day: Keating seems to mean business about seizing the day.

He opens class by requesting that Cameron reads the first page of the introduction of their poetry book, an introduction about how to rate a poem’s ‘greatness score’. As he reads, Keating writes on the board, allowing him to reach the end of the page before telling Cameron, and the rest of the class, to rip out the introduction.

At first, the class hesitates, but after a moment, many of the students gleefully obey. As they tear out the pages, another teacher, Mr. McAllister stops to investigate. Keating explains that he is teaching the boys to think for themselves, to enjoy the use of language and the power of words.

“No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.”

The boys contemplate this as Keating adds:

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

At dinner, McAllister sits next to Keating and chastises him warningly about his choice to educate the boys to think for themselves, encouraging them to be creative.

“Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I’ll show you a happy man,” McAllister quotes.

Keating smiles and replies with a verse of his own: “But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”

At their own table, the boys unearth an old yearbook, searching for Mr. Keating’s page. They learn that he was involved in a group called the ‘Dead Poets Society’.

Curiosity piqued, the boys ask Keating about the Dead Poets Society after dinner. Keating explains that it was a secret society, inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau to ‘suck the marrow out of life’. This group would gather in a nearby cave and read poetry aloud, and write some of their own.

Neil suggests to the rest of the boys in private that they should revive the Dead Poets Society and meet that night. In his room, he finds a book called Five Centuries of Verse, with an inscription from Keating: the opening to every Dead Poets Society meeting.

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.”

That night, the boys all sneak out of the school and meet in the caves. Neil begins the meeting, reading the opening, and then the group takes turns reading poems and talking, getting progressively more spirited. After a while, they conclude, heading back to the school and singing.

The next day, in English class, Mr. Keating shows the boys how to read Shakespeare: not dull and stuffy, but full of life, (doing impressions of Marlon Brando and John Wayne to illustrate) and then does something even stranger.

Keating climbs onto his desk and asks the class why he does this. Charlie suggests that it is to feel taller.

“No! Thank you for playing, Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.”

With that, Keating encourages his class, one at a time, to stand on his desk, looking at the room from a different perspective. As class comes to a close, Keating announces that the boys are to write, and then read aloud, their own poems, privately telling Todd that he is quite aware how much this assignment must scare him.

In his room, Todd attempts to write a poem as Neil bursts in, full of excitement. He has discovered a flier for a community play of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and intends to try out, realizing that he wants to be an actor. He says:

“For the first time in my whole life, I know what I wanna do! And for the first time, I’m gonna do it! Whether my father wants me to or not! Carpe diem!”

The next class, Keating takes the boys out to the field, handing them each a line of poetry. He begins an exercise where each boy must read aloud the line before running up and kicking a ball, one after another, while he plays classical music. Directly after, Neil blazes through the dorm, shouting that he’s secured the part in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, his enthusiasm undaunted by the fact that his father will never write the approval letter necessary. He forges the necessary letter from his father for the theater and the school principal as Todd looks on.

It is the next English class, and it is time to read the poems from the class. Knox, who has ridden his bike to Chris’s school to watch her at least once, reads aloud a poem dedicated to her. Other students read, and finally, it comes time for Todd’s turn.

Todd, as it turns out, hasn’t written a poem.

Undaunted, Keating brings Todd to the front of the class, covering his eyes and encouraging him, helping him create a poem on the spot. Todd’s spontaneous poem brings the class to applause, and Mr. Keating moves the class outside for some more ‘poetry in motion’.

At this point in the story, we’ve got a lot of information about quite a few characters.

Protagonists Todd and Neil, originally apparently the opposites of one another, are similar in pressures from home: Todd to be like his older brother, and Neil to follow the carefully laid plan that his father has set out for him. Neil is already moving outside of that plan, pursuing acting, and Todd, with some encouragement, manages to come up with an intense poem in front of an entire class, despite his shyness.

Even the other boys in the group have unique characterization: Charlie, the anything-for-a-joke class clown, Knox, the hopeless romantic, and Cameron, the reluctant tag-along. (Meeks and Pitts are there too, but they have far less screen time and personality than the rest of the DPS.) We as an audience are watching their growth and personal arcs after the catalyst that is John Keating.

Oddly enough, Keating is the main character that we spend the least amount of time with, and know the least about. We don’t know a lot about his home life, or what his background is, or what his thoughts are. All we see is his direct influence on the boys at the school, and his unintentional inspiration to restart the Dead Poets Society.

Speaking of which:

At the next Dead Poets Society meeting, Knox seems uneasy, announcing that he’s going to kill himself if he can’t be with Chris, and leaves the meeting to call her. The boys follow, cheering him on, as he makes the call, hanging up at first, before working up his nerve (Carpe Diem) to call her again. Chris invites Knox to a party, saying she was thinking about calling him, and elated, Knox accepts the invitation.

The next night is the night of the party. Knox heads off to the Danbury house, where he’s swallowed up by a rowdy crowd of teenagers. Soon enough, Knox (and everybody else) is at varying levels of intoxicated. Inhibitions loosened, Knox kisses the forehead of a passed-out Chris, enraging her boyfriend and starting a fight, ending the party abruptly.

Meanwhile, Todd is given the exact same birthday present as last year: a desk set that he didn’t even like, yet another sign of his parents not really paying attention to him. Neil, noticing Todd’s disappointment, cheers him up, throwing the desk set off the roof, before taking him to another Dead Poets Society Meeting, where Charlie (now insisting on being called Nuwanda) has brought girls in to impress them with poetry.

Charlie also announces that he published an article in the school newspaper demanding that girls be admitted to Welton, signing it the Dead Poets Society. The rest of the group is justifiably angry, afraid that this will put the school’s administration onto them.

Sure enough, at an assembly, Headmaster Nolan demands to know which of the students was responsible for the article. At first, none of the students come clean, until a phone rings.

Charlie picks it up, and announces that it’s from God, saying they should admit girls to Welton.

This prank inevitably ends with Charlie getting paddled in the Headmaster’s office (1959, remember?) and threatened with expulsion. Nolan wants the names of the other members of the Dead Poets Society, but Charlie won’t tell.

After dismissing Charlie, Nolan calls Keating in, questioning him about his teaching methods. Keating explains that he’s trying to teach the boys individualism.

“I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.”

“At these boys’ age? Not on your life!”

Afterwards, Keating approaches the boys, specifically Charlie, and gently scolds him for his stunt.

“There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for,” he says, explaining that being stupid is not the same as being an individual.

This is a common theme of the entire story, actually. As much as Keating encourages free-thinking and exploration of ideas, he knows the difference between bucking authority for the sake of it versus nonconformity. Each of the boys is exploring this aspect in their own way, from Todd’s slow-growing confidence to Neil’s direct disobedience of his father’s oppressive plan to Charlie’s defiance, even to Cameron’s caution against ‘disobeying rules’. Dead Poets Society is a story about encouraging people to think for themselves, but to be wise about what they do once they start, and while some are more obvious than others (Charlie’s foolishness and Knox’s overzealousness contrasted with Cameron’s blind following of ‘the rules’, all portrayed as kind of problematic), some examples are more ambiguous.

Such is the case with Neil.

After a rehearsal for the play, Neil comes back to his dorm to find his father, very displeased with him. He’s incredibly angry about Neil joining the play, and instructs him to quit the play the next morning, the same day as the first performance. Upset, Neil goes to Mr. Keating’s office to ask him for advice.

Keating listens to him, and suggests trying to talk to his father, for Neil to show him how passionate he is about acting so that he will allow him to do the play, encouraging him to come to his father earnestly before the play.

On a slightly lighter note, Knox enters Chris’s high school and follows her to class with flowers, trying to apologize for the previous night. She’s understandably embarrassed and tells him that her boyfriend, Chet, is still upset with Knox and is out to get him. Undeterred, Knox follows her into class and reads a poem about Chris aloud, in front of all of her classmates.

Remember what I said about ‘wise’ ways to deal with free thinking?

A little later, Neil lies to Keating, telling him that he’s talked to his father, and that he’s allowed to stay in the play.

The next night, Keating and the boys prepare to go see Neil perform, with Chris even turning up and deciding to accompany Knox to the play. It’s well worth it. Neil is in his element, comfortable and dynamic on stage, and his classmates and teacher cheer him on, awestruck by his talent.

Before the last monologue, Neil spots his father, entering the theater. Clearly daunted, he goes out and sells his final monologue anyway, to the wild applause of the audience.

All but his father.

After the performance, Neil’s father brings him home, informing him that he is being pulled out of Welton, and enrolled into a military school, immediately followed by medical school. Neil attempts to argue, to plead his case, but his father shuts him down, and Neil stops arguing.

Later that night, after his parents go to bed, Neil sneaks into his parents’ room wearing his costume, opens the drawer, taking his father’s gun, before retreating to his father’s study and killing himself.

It is right here that the movie goes from a good, even average film about ‘seizing the day’ and living life to the fullest, to a great movie about the consequences of doing it.

In another movie, Neil’s father would have seen the performance and realized his son was right. Or if he hadn’t, Neil would have finally stood up for himself, and his parents might have seen the light.

In another film, Neil wouldn’t have died. Especially not like that.

It is this moment, this gear-switch, that the audience is forced to contend with the implications, the fallout of these actions, and that sometimes, even ‘seizing the day’ is impossible, depending on your circumstances.

It’s not an easy idea to swallow. It’s not one we’re used to in movies. But it’s here, nonetheless.

Back at Welton, the boys tearfully wake Todd up to tell him the news. Upset, Todd runs out into the snow, as the boys follow. He remarks on how beautiful the snow is before throwing up and breaking down, rushing into the snow alone. In the classroom, Mr. Keating paces empty desks, arriving at Neil’s and removing the poetry book he left for him with the Dead Poets Society inscription.

The next morning, it turns out that the fallout affects more than Neil.

Headmaster Nolan announces that he intends to conduct an investigation into what happened. The boys gather to talk as Nolan interrogates Cameron, the rule-abider. The remaining Dead Poets are certain that Cameron is going to sell them out, and sure enough, that’s exactly what he does. Cameron enters, telling the group that he told them everything, and that they all should too, as it’s too late to save Keating, but not to save themselves.

Charlie reacts to this by punching Cameron in the face, getting him expelled.

The next boy called in is Todd, who enters Nolan’s office to find his parents there, too. Nervously, he sits as Nolan tries to get Todd to sign a document blaming Mr. Keating for Neil’s death. Todd glances at the page: the rest of the Dead Poets have signed too.

Later, in English class, Headmaster Nolan arrives and announces that he will be teaching until they can find a permanent replacement for Keating. As he opens class (encouraging people to read the ‘excellent’ ripped out introduction from the book) Keating enters the room to collect his things. After long moments of silence of the boys keeping their heads down as Keating gathers his belongings, Todd finally breaks, calling out to Mr. Keating and telling him that the school forced them to sign the confession.

As Nolan tries to get him to sit down, Todd shouts out: “O Captain, My Captain”, and stands on his desk. Many other students follow, one by one, as Keating tearfully watches.

Keating gratefully thanks the boys, and the film ends on a closeup of Todd’s face, after he’s finally stood up for himself, and seized the day.

Make no mistake, this is not a happy ending. Keating is forced to leave the school. Neil has taken his own life, trapped into a lifetime he didn’t want. Charlie has been expelled, and it’s likely the rest of the boys will be too. This is a movie based on, and ending with, great uncertainty. Not every boy stood up. Not everyone is coming out of this okay.

The question is, what are we supposed to take away from this?

The message of the film, the core theme that people remember, is Seize the Day. And yet, of those who ‘Seize the Day’, very few come out of it unscathed, if any. Instead, people are left with heartbreak, making bad decisions or, even if the decisions may have been morally ‘right’, or what they felt they had to do, consequences must follow. Charlie’s overzealous sense of humor and bucking of authority gets him expelled. Knox’s over-the-top romanticization of Chris nearly drives her away and gets him in trouble. Neil kills himself because the restricting nature of his family won’t allow him to ‘Seize the Day’.

And Todd?

Todd finally speaks out, but too late to fix any of the damage.

Despite the focus on Mr. Keating in most of the promotional material, the protagonist of the movie is, of course, Todd. Once Neil dies, Todd is who we are left with, and it is Todd who changes from shy boy who won’t speak out to the leader of a final daring farewell to a teacher that changed his life. He’s the one that grows. He changes.

It’s just too little too late.

The story of Dead Poets Society is a sobering one, and not exactly a story you’d expect. The first two-thirds could have been part of any typical, ‘feel good’ teen drama about self-discovery, but the last third takes expectations and turns them on their head. This is real life: it doesn’t always work out. People get fired for trying to do the right thing. Parents don’t see the harmful impact they have on their children. People value rules and tradition over the dreams of the young.

It is in this devastating third act that Dead Poets Society earns its place as a classic: by refusing to allow the cliched beginnings to define its ending.

It would have been so easy to allow Neil to convince his father to allow him to act. It would have been simple to allow Keating to change the mind of the establishment, for the Dead Poets to take Welton by storm.

But real life doesn’t always work out like that. Sometimes, the way we go about ‘seizing the day’ can end badly depending on our circumstances and the wisdom in the method we choose. The film isn’t telling us how to do it right. It’s showing you the lives of people who did it wrong, or at least, who seized the day, tried to make their lives extraordinary, and failed, due to many different reasons.

But.

That doesn’t mean we should stop trying.

For every failure, for every mistake (Neil sneaking to do the play, Charlie’s pranks, etc.), Todd’s example stands above and beyond. Yes, he might get into trouble. But this moment, this act of telling a beloved teacher that his work was not in vain, that his students will remember him, that he was not to blame, feels right. This is what he is supposed to do.

We cheer for that moment, we feel the weight of the movie lift just a smidge, because in the end, we have to seize the day. We have to try to make our lives extraordinary, but we have to find the right way to do it, the wise way to do it.

Because, for all of the mistakes made, Keating is right: Words and ideas will change the world. It is up to us how to use them, when to use daring, or caution, and in the end, try to find the meeting place between doing what is right, and doing what is true to yourself.

The ending is uncertain, yes. But it’s the only satisfying ending that an honest movie could give us.

Dead Poets Society is an emotional story, bringing up questions about non-conformity and following the rules that go beyond a surface: ‘yes or no’. A gripping story full of great performances, a warm atmosphere, and immortal dialogue, Dead Poets Society will continue to be a testament to words as long as we care to use them.

In the articles ahead, we’re going to be taking a look at some of the other important elements of Dead Poets Society, so if you enjoyed this one, stick around and join us! Don’t forget to leave a comment, like, or some other form of love if you enjoyed it, and follow for more! Thanks so much for reading, and I hope to see you in the next article.

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does that mean that scott should be held accountable for lying to allison and for refusing to tell her the truth about her mother’s death too? 🤔 I mean, if you condemn and victim stiles for refusing to share his own trauma with scott like scott WANTED and DEMANDED and claim that it’s stiles’ fault that scott got murdered by theo, then i guess that scott is to blame for allison falling victim to gerard’s manipulations and for letting her take her anger out on derek and his pack as well 🤷🏽‍♀️

Nope, because Scott had no opportunity at any time to tell Allison, up to a point where it would no longer have made a difference.

By the time Scott found out about Victoria’s death, Allison was no longer talking to him, he tried to contact her, she refused.

When she finally did talk to him, she’d already turned against Gerard, and was leaving the country with her father, at which point it would no longer have made a difference.

But you know who could have gone to the Argent home and told Allison the truth, who very much knew what had happened, and could have bonded with Allison over losing his mother... Stiles Stilinski. But I never see you call out Stiles for not telling Allison what her mother had up to... Just like I never see you arguing how Stiles should be judged for leaving Erica and Boyd to die in Gerard’s hands.

Stiles n s5 had plenty of opportunity to tell Scott the truth. He had no reason not to tell him, and had been suspicious of Theo from the start. yet the moment he had actual evidence against Theo, he chose to keep his mouth shut and trust Theo to keep quiet, over telling Scott the truth.

And to keep from having to make this into two posts... cause really you’re not worth it

“It’s like they forget all the times, that they otherwise love, where Stiles threatened to kill someone, especially when they tried to hurt his Dad” Just like you forget all the times, that yo otherwise love, where Scott plotted with Gerard behind everyone’s back, sold Derek and his pa k out to the hunters, committed premeditated murder, and violated and dehumanized a rape victim just to save his own cowardly ass and because “He threatened to hurt my mom! I had no choice!”

Scott did not ‘plot behind everyone’s back , sold Derek and his pack out to hunters’, as you put it. Scott was blackmailed into giving Gerard information, when Gerard literally threatened Scott’s mother’s life. This was not a situation of ‘I’m gonna tell her something you don’t want her to know’, this was a literal threat against her life. And even then, even then, Scott only pretended to work with Gerard. He never gave Gerard the location of Derek’s secret hide out. He never actually helped Gerard in any way that hurt Derek or his pack. Something Derek more than realized.

As for committing premeditated murder? You mean against Gerard? By changing the pills of a dangerous hunter whom he’d already watched murder one Omega, who had threatened every werewolf in town, and who had threatened to murder Scott’s beloved mother after stabbing Scott himself in public, and getting away with it? That guy?

Thing is, Scott probably did consider that Gerard might end up dead, he’s not stuck in black and white mentality, and his refusal to kill is based on not wanting to hurt the victim. But even then, Scott’s plan to poison him with mountain ash only went in effect based on Gerard’s own actions. Had Gerard not forced Scott into making Derek bite him, nothing bad would have happened to him.

As for violating and dehumanizing a rape victim? Seriously? Derek helped violate and mindrape Scott in Co-Captain, which was Derek’s own choice, and decision, unlike the neckgrab in Masterplan, which was at most an inconvenience for derek

Would you rather have Scott let Gerard use the kanima to kill everyone in the room, before making Jackson grab Derek, and force him to bite Gerard, after which Gerard would have killed Derek? Because that is what would have happened had Scott refused. It was one of the hard choices Scott had to make in order to save all their lives, and Derek obviously agreed with it. Notice how in 3b he held Scott to account for not telling Allison, but he never once showed any issue with the ‘oh so bad neckgrab’. Because he knew it was the only choice Scott had in that situation, with Gerard threatening all of them.

#anti Stiles #Anonymous #scott mccall defense squad #scott mccall #teen wolf fandom problems #derek hale #anti gerard argent

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themarvellouswriter · 4 years

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MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER

PART III OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES

Warnings: Slight blood reference, mentions of torture but not really

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: A weird hybrid mix of feelings, some angst and fluff.

Notes: Enjoy! And do share your thoughts! All feedback is welcome!

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Upon reaching your house, you slowly opened the door. “Sofia? You there?” Stepping into the foyer, you called out for your friend. Sebastian right behind you. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said looking around. You hummed in response as you headed towards your bedroom. He made a move to follow but you held up a hand to stop him. “Stay here. I’m not running or calling for help.” You raised your hands and waggled your fingers. “Some idiot must have taken my phone last night when they bonked me.” Sebastian had the decency to look embarrassed. He muttered an apology and ran a hand through his hair. “Cute,” you said making eye contact. His eyes showed a flicker of surprise, mildly taken aback. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing as you went inside your bedroom. Seeing Sofia’s sleeping form you relaxed knowing that she hadn’t worried about your sudden disappearance in the middle of the night. You looked at your alarm clock. 11:17.

“Sofia! Wake up! You have a meeting with your advisor at 12!” You shook her awake. She sat up with a jolt. “My thesis,” she cried. “Y/N! Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” “You slept through your alarm! And I was,” your gaze went to Sebastian who was looking extremely interested in the picture frames and trinkets that littered your mantel place. Yes, you were one of those people who liked the idea of fireplaces in your house. “I was out.” You brought your eyes back to Sofia’s, hoping that she hadn’t noticed Sebastian but it was too late. She looked in his direction. “Ooh. Someone was having fun this morning. Is that why your hair look like that?” Your hands immediately flew to your hair. “Like what?” “You have a case of what I call sex-hair. Its really bad. Especially given how he’s dressed and you are wearing that.” You looked at her offended, “These are my favourite Captain America pyjamas. Besides. That is NOT what we were doing. I was out for breakfast and then ran into him. He gave me a ride home.” “And you invited him in?” You inwardly facepalmed. ‘You complete idiot Y/N. You walked right into that one. Deflect and deflect hard.’ “So nosy. Not a good look for a bride to be. And you’re late. Get up and get ready,” you said pulling her up to her feet and pushing her into the bathroom. Sofia laughed, closing the door behind herself. You let out a breath and started to gather some of your stuff. Sebastian entered your bedroom holding up a picture. “Cute baby,” he teased. “I know. I was adorable. I mean have you seen these cheeks?” You turned to face him and squished your face. He let out a genuine laugh. “You’re really something Y/N. I just can’t figure out what exactly, but I seem to like it.”

He moved closer. You looked deep into his eyes trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. “I like it a lot.” He took another step leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. He leaned closer. ‘Oh my god, he’s serious. He’s gonna -’ Before you had time to finish your thought, you felt a warm pair of lips on your own. Your eyes widened in surprise before you snapped out of it and kissed him back. The kiss was soft and comforting. Like feeling the sun on your face in winter. A hand found its way to rest on your hip and your hands instinctively gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer. You had shut your eyes sometime within the first three seconds of being kissed and all sorts of alarms were going off in your brain. ‘You’re kissing the guy who kidnapped you. Why? Why in the world are you kissing him and why are you liking it? Stop it. Stop it. Be sane woman, you do not kiss people who’ve murdered other people.’ Forcing yourself to stop, you took a dazed step back. “Sebastian, I don’t know why I did that.” “Are you telling me you don’t want to do it again?” “If we’d met under different circumstances and you hadn’t, you know, killed my neighbour. Are you seeing where I’m coming from?” You chewed on your lip as you hesitated. He took a step back and fixed his jacket. “Its fine, Y/N. I get it,” he answered smoothly, pushing back his stray hair. “I don’t think you do. I am not opposed to your lifestyle. I just want to know more about you before moving further. I don’t know anything about you! I don’t even know why you got her killed?” You swallowed harshly. “I don’t like not knowing and I get the feeling that you don’t either.”

He took your hands in his own, dropping the picture frame on your bed. “Hey, you don’t understand. Even though there is this whole murdered neighbour thing, I would never let anything happen to you and I would never hurt you. I know that we’ve not even known each other for a full day but I can’t get you out of my mind.” You gave him a weak smile as he went on. “I’ve never felt this way before and I don’t know how to act.” “Me neither. I know I should hate you and think of ways to get rid of you, but I can’t. I can’t even think about leaving you cause I know I’ll be hurt.” He brought your hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. The sound of Sofia clearing her throat startled both of them, making them jump apart. The former was now fully dressed and ready to go. “Hi, I’m Sofia, as you must have heard Y/N screaming my name.” She held out a hand. Sebastian shook it. “Sebastian. Y/N’s latest,” his eyes met yours and you could’ve sworn they twinkled with mischief. “Conquest.” “You should be honoured. She doesn’t go for men that easy.” “Sofia,” you exclaimed throwing a cushion at her. Sebastian laughed. “I am.” He shot you a discrete wink as Sofia checked her phone. “I will be late tonight so don’t wait up. Also, dress rehearsal on Friday. Do NOT be late. And Sebastian, why don’t you come too? I’m sure we can squeeze you in next to her.” You internally screamed. ‘What on Earth does she think she’s doing? I may be extremely, extremely attracted to him but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him anywhere near my best friend’s wedding.’ “I would love to. Thank you,” came his gracious reply.

Sofia waved good bye and left. You automatically collapsed on your bed. Sebastian looked at you thoughtfully. “Did you mean that? What you said?” “I rarely say things I don’t mean,” you replied sitting up. Pushing your hair from your face, you met his gaze. “I don’t really trust you yet, but I could. With time.” He nodded, “Fair enough. Come on. Let’s start packing.”

Within an hour you had finished. You put your belongings in his car began the drive back to his place. You were skimming through your thesis when you caught him staring at you from the corner of your eye. “What?” “You’re cute when you’re focused.” You snorted. “A person of my size doesn’t really fall in the category of cute after a certain age.” “You are. I think so.” You let his words hang in the air. Nobody, out of all the women and men you’d dated, had complimented you so freely, so often. It didn’t feel like much of a deal but there was always some hidden part of you deep, deep down that made you think, I am being too much? Are they keeping quiet cause they secretly don’t like that I’m bigger than them? Should I dial back a bit and stop? You weren’t a fan of dependency so you kept your relationships to a minimum.

As you reached the place that would be your new home till Sebastian was ready to let you go, you rubbed your forehead in tiredly. With all the partying, the murdering, the getting bonked on the head and running around behind your best friend’s back. You just wanted to change your clothes and fall asleep. “Come along, sleeping beauty.” He helped you with your stuff and led you to your new room. This one was exactly opposite to his on the first floor. Unlike the room you’d found yourself in, on the second and topmost floor. His place although big was minimally furnished. It had all essentials but nothing that gave it a home-y feel.

You made yourself comfortable in your new living area and then took a shower. You changed into a fresh pair of clothes and then went to see what Sebastian was up to. You knocked on his bedroom door but got no response. ‘He must be downstairs then.’ You headed down. This time you noticed a room at the far end of the foyer. It was easy to miss since it had a curtain half way pulled over it. You pushed the door slightly open and came face to face with a man covered in blood. “Y/N,” came Sebastian’s disapproving voice from behind you. “Sebastian.” “What are you doing, love? You don’t want to see this.” “I kinda do. Why is he here?” “He got caught trying to blow up one of my shipments.” “Shipments of what?” “Shipments of fake art.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first. Usually one expects to hear drugs. Or escorts.” “I’m not a part of the usually. It’s actually easier to fake paintings and get them shipped instead of drugs. Make more money too.” “So, are you torturing him?” “I just want to find out who sent him and how did he know where to find my stuff. He refused to cooperate so I got a little creative.” He shrugged, snapping his fingers. A hulking man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “Gerard. Take Miss Winchester here to her room, please.” “I don’t want to go.” “Sweetheart, what’s going to happen next, is not going to be pretty. Are you sure you want to be here for that?” “Yes,” you answered firmly. He looked at you. “Fine. But you’re staying outside the room.” You nodded, “Okay.” Sebastian and Gerard disappeared inside the room. A few minutes later, you heard pained screams. Followed by dark laughter and angry Chinese. You went over the Chinese once, twice then thrice in your head. Sebastian came out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief which he handed to Gerard behind him. Taking in your shocked expression, he looked at you, face pinched with concern. “I knew you should’ve gone upstairs again, love.” “No, you answered shakily. “If I had, I wouldn’t have heard that man confess to what’s about to happen.” “Well, translate his Chinese for me love, I don’t speak it.” “He said that he was sent as a decoy. I am their real target. They want me dead. And I have no clue why.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fluff #seb stan x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan x y/n #seb stan x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian deserves all the love in the world #masterpiece #themarvellouswriter #part 3 #please tell me what you think!#masterpiece series #please pay attention to this fic

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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Gerard Works in Comics

A New Design For X and Y by DeadFreddie, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Explicit. Frank Iero is the frontman in a successful band called Leathermouth, and Gerard Way is a comic writer working for DC. When they meet at one of Frank's shows, their mutual respect for the other's work becomes something a lot more personal. Oh and Frank's a trans guy and Gerard's nonbinary because I'm Trans And I Make The Rules.

Mixed Bathing at Home by Bexless, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. it is a pointless AU where gerard writes comics and frank is in leathermouth, but there is no mcr. gerard gets his toe stuck in a faucet and frank rescues him.

Transatlanticism by tabulaxrasa, Frank/Gerard, 21k, Explicit. Gerard's a comic book writer living in London. Frank works for a record label and has a band in New York. The problem with meeting in the middle is there's a whacking great ocean there.

They Came From Outer Jersey! by thatsfinewithus, Gen, Frank/Gerard, 25k, Rated R. New London Fire is an elite fringe government force assigned the task of protecting the earth from some of its more interesting threats: those from beyond the atmosphere or even the universe. They've handled dangerous cases before, but they've never seen anything like...ZOMBIES FROM SPACE. Vampires, long hunted in lore and legend, are now the earth's only saviors. There is little information as to who sent the creatures until Mikey Way, head of the NLF, finds out more by being abducted. Is it too late for him? Is it too late for the earth? Find out how six vampires, one government general, and one frustrated comic book artist save the earth in...THEY CAME FROM OUTER JERSEY!!

Still Crazy After All These Years by noxeir, Frank/Gerard, 822 words [WIP], Not Rated. Frank doesn’t think it’s crazy. He doesn't know. Maybe he’s crazy. Maybe he’s crazy to still love his English teacher. Former English teacher, he corrects himself. Frank has just resigned himself to the fact that he's hopelessly in love, but with the wrong person when then the local comic shop has a signing with Gerard Way, and Frank can’t not go.

Like sticking a fork in an electrical outlet by aliceboleyn, Frank/Gerard, 6k [WIP], Mature. Gerard is a successful comic writer in desperate search for inspiration and Frank is a dissatisfied 26 year old attempting to express what's inside him. A poem which sounds a lot like a cry for help will tie them together, for, after all, destiny does work in mysterious ways.

Don't Try (Please, please, please try) by semataryeyes, Frank/Gerard, 5k [WIP], Explicit. Gerard is living in New York City working for a company writing comics while nursing a drug habit on the side. He breaks up with his long term boyfriend, Bert, causing him to go to the only person he knows won't refuse him, his brother Mikey. Little does Gerard know that Mikey has a roommate, and he is everything pure in the world bundled up into the enigma that is Frank Iero.

A Pale Galaxy Colliding In Crystal Balls by theloudestgraves, Frank/Gerard, 11k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank knew Mikey had an older brother. His name was Gerard, and apparently he was out of art college and working for a comic book company. Frank never expected to meet him, and he guessed he was alright with that. But one day, Mikey said, “I think it’s time you met Gee.”

Get up, get out and be social (Frerard) by Rachel_Carter, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Not Rated. Gerard is working on an art assignment in a coffee shop where he meets Frank, a pre-med student. When Frank gives Gerard his phone number, their relationship develops.

stitched up heart by 10rings, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. Gerard was born unlike most, he doesn't feel entirely normal until he meets the short tattooed cashier at his local grocery store.

It's Raining Men (Hallelujah) by thisishowidisappear, Frank/Gerard, 849 words, General Audiences. Frank is getting sick of being single. Luckily for him, the perfect guy is just around the corner. Or, you know, up a tree

Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back by romanticizingchemicals, Frank/Gerard, 48k, Explicit. The whole concept of "love at first sight" is ridiculous. Absolutely untrue. Blasphemy, Okay, maybe not for Frank and Gerard. Gerard Way is an aspired comic artist, with a desire to do big things. Living with his brother, though, really prohibits him from making much of a change. Frank Iero is a man of many talents; from guitar to singing to working his several jobs, Frank really is a "Jack-of-all-trades". He's just recovered from a very abusive relationship, but hides its effects very well. When the two meet, you have your average love story. But soon enough, that relationship evolves into something more. Hopeless crushes and glimpses of each other turn into something both of them could have never imagined.

Cruise ships and comic books by Leah_Red, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. Hermit comic book artist Gerard Way decides to finally get away from home and go on a cruise, where he finds that one of the staff has a look that's too amazing to not draw.

Two Dreams Came True that Day and Gerard hadn't even Known about the Second One by wellthisisprettyrisque (collettephinz), Ryan/Brendon, Frank/Gerard, Ray/Mikey, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, 5k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard Way had been one of those types-- One of the few people who had been in complete and utter denial concerning the apparent “death” of Cpt. Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America. Gerard Way had known, without a shadow of a fucking doubt, that Captain America was still (somehow) alive, and then, lo and behold, he was right. Now his brother, Mikey, was dating a robotics engineer that worked in Stark Tower and Mikey had invited Gerard to tag along in an official tour of the building and everything inside and rumor had it that Steve Rogers was actually living in Stark Tower and Gerard was absolutely fucking certain that his dream of meeting Captain America-- alive and in the flesh and not a museum exhibit-- was about to come true. (and let's be real, a celebrity-crush on Steve Rogers has to be the healthiest celebrity crush you could ever have on anyone)

The Hairdressers!AU by messitallup, Frank/Gerard, 11k, Explicit. Gerard really, really didn't need his hair cut okay, it was fine. In his opinion anyway.

Schizophrenia {A Frerard Story} by Shadow_Hunter_8, Frank/Gerard, 14k [WIP], Teen ANd Up Audiences. Gerard Way and Frank Iero have been dating since high school. Their lives seem perfect. Gerard is a comic book artist, while Frank works as a teacher. Their love for each other is so strong, they're sure that nothing can tear down their relationship. Then Gerard gets diagnosed with schizophrenia. Frank, having taken a psychology course in college, is determined to take care of Gerard instead of sending him to an institute. But as Gerard's condition worsens, will Frank be forced to admit that he isn't prepared to care for him?

Trying To Escape The Inevitable by Transboywitcher, Frank/Gerard, 60k [WIP], Mature. Gerard is an absent minded comic artist who looses his daughter in the supermarket. Frank is an over worked check out attendant with too many bands and too little sleep who helps him find her. Somehow idiots fall in love. ~“You know this happens all the time right?” Frank asked, ducking down to check under the produce bins, he’d found a whole group of kids eating a packet of skittles colour by colour under there once, like some kind of weird new age lord of the flies shit. Supermarkets man, you saw fucking everything.~

The one where Frank's a journalist and Gerard's an artist by theghostofvenom, Frank/Gerard, 6k, Teens And Up Audiences. Frank's a journalist and has to interview a Mr. Gerard Way; comic book artist. They fall in love over a cup of coffee.

Like a Fish Out of Water (You Drown in the Air) by art_brutal, 6k, Mature. Gerard's a washed-up comics writer more in thrall to the party circuit than creating art. It's going to take something or someone extraordinary to turn him around.

Half Of Something Else by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 58k, Explicit. Frank left New Jersey for LA because of music, and staying was always just a means to an end. He never anticipated that the industry where he'd get his foot in the door would be comics, or that he'd be working as the one and only Grant Morrison's personal assistant. Comic artist Gerard Way is both a reminder of the place he left behind and a chance for something more. Problem is, Frank has started to see Grant as much more than just a boss…

The second one (or: Adventures at JerseyCon) by mwestbelle, Bob/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Bob is a good personal assistant (the best) and he definitely knows better than to fall in love with his boss. But when your boss is the goth-pop comic master of our time, Gerard Way, there's more to the job than keeping a datebook. There are appearances to shepherd him to, showers to make him take, and deadlines to remind him to meet. And, really, he's so earnest, it's not that surprising that a crush might develop. Just at tiny one.

#frank/gerard #ray/mikey #frank/grant/gerard #bob/gerard #alternate universe #comics #fic rec list

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retire61already · 5 years

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A Brief* Guide To Some Vintage CBJ Players

(*I lied, it's not brief at all)

Sometimes your team has half their players end up on IR and you start thinking about the guys who used to play here.

Then you wonder if they're watching the Clevelumbus Blue Monsters fight for a playoff spot and get nostalgic and fall down an old school highlight rabbit hole.

Then you wonder how many people know who some of these guys are anymore, and whoops suddenly your hand slips and you write a thing. I dont know what else I'm going to do with this so I may as well actually post it.

Enjoy this long ass thing that I can't put under a cut because I'm on mobile.

Rusty Klesla

His real name is Rostislav but no one but broadcasters ever actually called him that.

he was easily the hottest player in any room he walked into. The Alex Wennberg of the 2000s.

The first ever CBJ draft pick!

Went on to play for the Coyotes when they also sucked terribly and after being traded to the Sabres, basically he refused to report and retired instead of being forced to play for yet another terrible team. Fair enough.

Was supposed to be like Ryan Murray but that's not actually what happened due to being rushed into the league. Still a solid player in his own right and probably actually still holds our blocked shots record as of 2020, but won't ever get credit for it because he played for three years before the league bothered to record blocked shots as a stat.

Created an early franchise meme by ending every interview with our rinkside reporter Jim Day (you may also know him if you're a Cincy Reds fan, also if you are I'm so sorry) with "thank you Jim Day".

Went viral toward the end of his time in Phoenix for having to be stretchered off the ice but giving the crowd a thumbs up. Was okay, thankfully.

Jody Shelley

Yes, this is the TV guy. Our happy optimist TV color commentator was an absolutely fucking terrifying heavyweight enforcer.

He was called the scariest guy in the league to fight by Georges Laraque, a force of nature in his own right.

When he wasn't terrifying the opposition he was busy being the nicest person and spent huge amounts of his free time giving back to the community.

About the only guys who've done as much for the community as him are Foligno and Rick Nash.

Once fought his childhood hero Bob Probert and called him Mr. Probert while challenging him. Has not stopped kicking himself since.

A Nova Scotia Sports Hall of Fame inductee as of 2019!

Gerard Gallant used to use him on the power play as a goalie screen because he's basically a living refrigerator. One time two goals went in off of him in one night and the crowd lost it like he just scored in game seven of the finals. He never scored more than three a year. Enforcers were... interesting.

Traded to San Jose in 07-08 and went on to play for NYR and Philly before retiring and coming home. Played for Torts with Brandon Dubinsky and fellow CBJ alum Artem Anisimov in New York.

Torts still loves him. The team took advantage of this by using Jody to spring a tribute for his 600th win on him because Jody was the only guy who could get away with it (warning: Torts swears lol)

One time in the first few years the team existed my dad saw him on the morning news being interviewed about media day. The newscaster asked if they all put their fake teeth in for team pictures and Jody replied "nah we all share the same set and have to take turns. That's why it takes so long." This man is an unsung legend.

Rick Nash

You clearly saw this coming based on my URL.

The artist formerly known as (and also currently known as) Big Dick Rick.

CBJ took him first overall in 2002 and he was a Blue Jacket till 2012. He's currently our special assistant to the general manager.

The youngest person ever to lead the league in goal scoring. Not even Ovechkin won the Rocket Richard at 19. Suck it Ovi.

It is seriously impossible to overstate the level of skill this man had before the concussions. He was a Team Canada staple every damn year for very good reasons.

His time with CBJ is best known for this ridiculous goal.

Held basically every possible CBJ record for forwards until Cam and PLD started breaking them over the past few years.

Absolutely massive impact on Columbus youth hockey. The number of kids enrolled in hockey in central Ohio went from like 50 to 5000 in his first several years.

Became team captain at all of 23 under some real tough circumstances.

At 24 years old he dragged a relatively untalented team of misfits kicking and screaming into the playoffs.

The coach at the time pulled him out of practice because he was overexerting himself so hard.

Traded to the Rangers in 2011 under controversial circumstances. The GM claimed Rick wanted out, Rick said he told the GM he'd offered to waive his contract's no-move clause if the GM thought it could help the rebuild and that was being twisted.

Was very desperately missed until he shoved our goalie, at which point he was booed until his career ended.

Rick said after his retirement that Bob was taking little whacks at him all night and didn't shove him till Bob speared him in the junk, which is a perfectly valid reason to shove someone tbqh.

Retired after 15 years with CBJ, NYR, and Boston due to concussion symptoms.

Nobody has ever been loved like we loved Rick Nash. People adore Foligno but it was almost a mania with Nash. He was the only truly good thing we had in the dark ages.

For all the booing people straight up cried on Thank You Rick night, then cried again when he said he'd made up his mind that if his health had let him play again he was going to be a Blue Jacket.

I still haven't come to terms with the fact that he wasn't able to retire here. I am not even close to the only longtime fan who needs a grief counselor or something over this.

#columbus blue jackets #blue jackets #cbj #nhl hockey #rick nash #jody shelley #rostislav klesla #Rusty klesla #long post

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skarletterambles · 5 years

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Gods of Egypt reaction blog

As a fan of both Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and ancient Egypt, I had to watch this movie. It’s a hideous mess of whitewashing, incorrect mythology and WTFery, but I got it from the library so no money went toward it.

Random thoughts typed while watching are below.

[Warning: Spoilers ahead, plus a mention of rape and victim blaming.]

So I guess we’re not going with the original story in which Set chopped Osiris to bits and scattered them so Isis had to track down her husband’s reproductive organs to conceive Horus. I bet nobody ejaculates into each other’s food as a power move, either. Tsk. (Seriously, though, that’s for the best. I have complaints about the accuracy of the mythology in this film, but some Hollywood adaptation isn’t necessarily a bad thing...)

Oh, the irony of Nikolaj playing a lionslayer instead of, well...the Lion of Lannister...is hilarious.

Yikes, they really, really whitewashed this shit, didn’t they? Holy cow. (That wasn’t intended to be a Hathor pun, but if fits...)

At least they made Thoth black, even if he does talk like Data from Star Trek. Isis was like, “Did you ever imagine your pupil would become king?” Uh, he’s the king’s only son, you don’t have to be the God of Wisdom to predict that. Duuuuuuh.

OMG Gerard Butler is keeping his Scottish accent for this role. He’s dialed it back somewhat, but it’s definitely still there. WTF LMAO

“I will be the one true king of all Sparta...errrr, I mean, Egypt!”

And he’s like, “You have to be rich to enter the afterlife from now on.” Since when does Set have any say in that?

I was hoping their animal forms would look cool, not metallic bodysuits ripped from Transformers. What a letdown.

At least this eye-gouging was significantly less gross than the ones on Game of Thrones.

*insert jokes about Set overcompensating for something with the huge obelisk to Ra*

Bek was like, “Derrrr, gee, I’ve got this blinding artifact holding my enemies at bay. I could flee immediately, or I could be a TOTAL IDIOT and take a few seconds to kiss my girlfriend first instead.”

“Death is not the end,” says the generic doe-eyed love interest. No, no, no, it’s “Death is only the beginning,” and it was a MUCH better movie’s tag line! This pile of crap cannot steal it!

Okay, Anubis looks kind of cool. So do the giant scarab beetle mounts.

OMG this is dumb. It just is. Let’s fly to a freaking space station without any kind insulation or oxygen. Horus, I can understand, since, y’know, magic, gods, etc. But the mortal dweeb? No. He should have frozen and suffocated.

Geoffrey Rush is Ra? What? Whyyyyy??? He’s done such amazing stuff in his career. How much did they have to pay him to do this?

Oh look, the Earth is flat after all! *shocked emoji*

I’m not sure what reaction they were going for with Gerard Butler flying around on a sled pulled by giant beetles, but I bet snorting laughter wasn’t it.

So the other gods and goddesses are either 100% human-looking, or in their metallic animal forms, but Nepthys has pretty wings in human form. Okay. Sure. All the rules are made up.

Scaling up the gods to be bigger than mortals was a neat idea, but I don’t know if it was worth the amount of CG that it must have required.

Did we need random bullet-time moments while Horus fights the metal bull men? No. No we did not.

These gods aren’t that powerful, if being pushed off a waterfall almost kills them. I know, I know, they’re playing it up that Horus is not as powerful without his other eye, but come on.

Am I supposed to know who these two women are with Set? One black, one albino?

Since when does Hathor have anything to do with the dead and the Afterworld? And come on, you cowards, let her turn into a giant silver cow to fight! She had one slightly bovine-looking tiara early on, but otherwise there was no sign of her true nature. Harumph.

Oh, the black and white women ride giant fire-breathing cobras. Of COURSE! Makes total sense. (WTF??????)

Hathor: You should tell the mortal the truth about his dead lover. Horus: No, I refuse. [Bek, who is walking like ten feet behind them: Tell me what? Horus: Oh shit. I forgot you were back there.]

The Sphinx doesn’t really look like a Sphinx, but okay. Did it just say “Oh, bother” like freaking Winnie the Pooh? LOL!

Set just stole Thoth’s brain. Rude!

The wings of Nepthys, the mind of Thoth, the heart of Osiris, the eye of Horus...by your powers combined, I AM CAPTAIN PLANET!

And the most predictable patricide in cinematic history in 3...2...1...stabby stabby! *golfclap*

Forecast for this afternoon, 80% chance of Apophis destroying creation...

Instead of a golden hand, here Nikolaj has golden EVERYTHING.

Horus is like, “That darn mortal had to go and be mortal. Tsk. I knew there was a reason I didn’t hang out with their kind.”

But literal deus ex machina to the rescue, Grandpa Ra (that rhymes!) fixes everything.

And they all lived happily ever after. I guess.

What the actual fuck did I just watch?

I mean, it kept my interest. Nikolaj was by far the highlight, as he was giving his all at playing Horus, despite the absurdity of it all. So it wasn’t entirely horrible, but it wasn’t what I’d call good, either.

The CGI was really hit or miss. The fire effects, Apophis, the collapsing sand pyramid, and the scenery was cool. The bull-headed soldiers, the gods’ mech outfits, and some of the magic effects were...not as good.

Perhaps paradoxically, the plot was both predictable and hard to follow at times. I mean, the major story beats were predictable, but the details of what MacGuffin they needed to take where for what reason got convoluted.

The female characters were cardboard and passive, existing mostly as eye candy and prizes to be captured by the men. Hathor had a few decent story beats, but the narrative also glossed over the fact that she was kept as Set’s sex slave for years, and had Horus be annoyed that she didn’t escape to return to him, so...yeah. She regained some agency toward the end but even then it was the self-sacrificing kind. Meh.

I think the movie would have been better if it was just a sci-fi/fantasy world, without the ties to Egyptian mythology. It’s not like they were going for accuracy with their depictions of the myths, or put in Easter eggs for lore buffs to catch.

Honestly, the more the movie went on, the less I noticed the painful amount of whitewashing, because it was so loosely based on actual Egyptian mythology that I sometimes forgot that’s what it was supposed to be. It was just a generic sci-fi/fantasy adventure story with a bunch of white people (and a couple black people) in it. The vibe was more Graeco-Roman than Egyptian at times (for which I partly blame Gerard Butler’s costumes). I was expecting more attempts at authenticity.

That doesn’t mean that the whitewashing wasn’t egregious, because it really was, and there’s just no excuse for it. That was the most serious flaw in the film, but definitely not the only one.

I’m glad I saw the movie since now I have an informed opinion about it, and Nikolaj is fun to watch, but it’s like a 3/10 overall.

#movie review #gods of egypt #Nikolaj Coster Waldau

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You know, you're always talking about how Peter violated Scott's bodily autonomy and took away his free choice and consent when he bit him and forced his memories on him. Which, yes. Peter doing that was absolutely violating and awful, no questions about that. But when Scott violates Derek's bodily autonomy and takes away his free choice and consent when forcing him to bite Gerard, you reduce that to a "neck grab". Why is that? Why does Scott get a pass for that?

We have to go over this again?

Difference #1: This is the most important difference. Gerard had Jackson’s claws at Allison’s throat. Yes, Scott took away Derek’s agency in that scene, but Scott didn’t have any agency either, did he? The fandom is so obsessed with attacking Scott, they isolate that incident and edit out the context. The context is that the kanima, by itself, had just whipped everyone’s asses and Gerard was using it to get what he wanted.

Do you really think that Scott should have said “Go ahead and kill her. I’d rather see the girl I love with her throat ripped out than manhandle the alpha who has lied to me repeatedly (like just now when he told me to bring Jackson to the warehouse for a cure but instead was going to execute him), slashed me up, sent people to kill an innocent girl in my house.” And what do you think would have happened next? Gerard was going to shake his fist in impotent rage and go home? Or would he have used the Kanima to kill everyone in the room, and then have Jackson do the exact same thing he forced Scott to do.

Difference #2: It wasn’t premeditated. Scott didn’t go to the warehouse to force Derek to bite Gerard; he brought Jackson to the warehouse so Derek and Peter could cure Jackson. As Gerard lampshaded during his evil gloating: “You just didn’t know you were also bringing Derek to me.” Derek and Peter in Co-Captain cornered Scott in a locker room after the game – making sure everyone else was gone – and turned off the lights on him for maximum terror. In Scott’s case, it was the result of a plan gone disastrously wrong, in Derek’s and Peter’s case, the plan went as it was intended.

Difference #3: It saved Derek’s life. It saved everyone’s life. Derek himself knew that if Gerard got the bite, the first thing he’d do is kill Derek to become alpha. So, if Scott had refused Gerard’s command, Gerard had had the kanima kill everyone, and then had it force Derek to bite him, how long did you think that Derek would have lived after that? Not. Very. Long. Peter and Derek violated Scott’s mind and autonomy as a recruiting tactic.

Difference #4: Scott apologized while doing it. “I’m sorry, but I have to.” Even when he’s being forced to do it, even when he has little to no reason to treat Derek as anything but mud at the bottom of his shoe, Scott recognized that what he was doing was terrible (even though he didn’t know about Kate’s assault on Derek.) Scott was aware that what he was doing on some level was wrong, yet it was the lesser of two evils. On the other hand, Peter was so very goddamn witty during that scene, joking about basketball and making a clever quip about “seeing things from my point of view.” Derek watched Scott fall to the floor of a darkened shower, writhing in psychic trauma, and walked away.

Yeah, it was very different. The environment was different, the goals were different, the attitude was different. I see you don’t mention Derek’s behavior in that scene in Co-Captain – and that’s telling. Derek was ostensibly Scott’s ally before that, saying “If you help me catch him, I’ll help you kill him,” yet he helped the alpha corner him, made excuses for Peter’s behavior, and even threatened Allison.

I use the term neck grab, because I’m not sure what else to call it and as a reaction against people who somehow equate it to rape. It’s not rape (neither was Peter’s action).

But this is why I keep talking – this is exactly what I’m talking about from my last post. Because fandom has been trained to value the experiences and emotions of white characters over anyone else that they keep forgetting the details of Scott’s supposedly heinous act. The differences don’t matter to them, because they don’t exist. Fandom is only fixated on Derek’s point of view in that scene – and then use it to discredit a minority protagonist.

#teen wolf meta #teen wolf fandom problems #scott mccall defense squad #master plan #fandom racism #master plan bullshit took ten years off my life

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Top 5 Superhero Teams

5. The Marvel Family

A team of particularly do-goody do-gooders, the Marvel Family are the offshoot of Captain Marvel, the alter ego of child reporter Billy Batson. A team of people mainly granted the power of the amoral yet morally convicted wizard Shazam (he needs an avatar to fight the forces of evil and puts the onus of it all onto a 7 year old), the Marvel Family includes Billy’s sister Mary Batson as Mary Marvel and his friend Freddy Freeman, who sheds his disabilities when he becomes Captain Marvel Jr.

There’s also the Lieutenant Marvels (Tall Billy, Fat Billy and Hill Billy, three men who share Billy Batson’s name) and Uncle Dudley, a dumpy old man without powers who believes he’s the Uncle Marvel, who the Marvels took a liking to. There’s also Tawky Tawny who is quite literally a talking tiger who often wears a tweed suit. Its great. He’s great.

The Marvel Family, similar to Superman’s family, is part of that general “idea” of ideal superheroes. Just... weirder. That’s what makes them great. Its what makes Captain Marvel wonderful. “Superman but a little weirder” works wonders for this character and his team.

4. Justice League Dark

When Metallo is rampaging through Metropolis, you call Superman. When Sinestro or Atrocitus are attacking planets, you call the Green Lantern Corps. These basic villains are often easy solutions when matched with their respective heroes. But what do you do when eldritch creatures from dimensions in between space and time invisibly swarm the planet? Will the Justice League stop that? Or do you need a Darker Justice League?

That’s where Justice League Dark (get it) comes into play. DC’s supernatural side is, I believe, their greatest strength overall. And with a team staffed by, among others, magician Zatanna, magician/conman John Constantine, actual ghost Deadman, avatar of nature and protector from horrors Swamp Thing, and chimp detective Detective Chimp, these creatures certainly have a reason to shake in their boots.

The forces of Heaven and Hell, the occult, the reemergence of Vertigo characters into the main DC canon. Justice League Dark deals in all of these themes, creating a heavy, interesting series of constant world-threatening events within the pages of their comics.

3. Agents of Atlas

A spy, a spaceman, a siren, a mermaid, a robot, a gorilla. One of Marvel’s oddest teams have nothing in common except for a single IRL connection: all six of them first appeared (and then mostly disappeared) in Marvel’s early years during the 40s and 50s, back when the company was known as Atlas.

In the canon, ATLAS was formed by the FBI to rescue President Eisenhower from the forces of the Yellow Claw. Claw’s archenemy Agent Jimmy Woo recruited the Venusian Marvel Boy and siren Venus, before also fixing the mute “Human Robot” M-11 and gaining the aid of Gorilla-Man, a soldier of fortune CURSED TO LIVE FOREVER IN THE BODY OF A GORILLA UNTIL SOMEONE KILLS HIM which is an idea that is incredibly stupid and part of the reason I love this garbage. Also not soon after, the Atlantean Namora (who had refused to help Woo initially) joins the team as well.

Inheriting the Claw’s Atlas Foundation front, the team works mostly in the dark, fighting the forces of evil. Most recently, (2009, they don’t get used often enough, basically) this espionage team has opted to take on the identity of “supervillains” as resistance against Norman Osborn’s regime as head of SHIELD. Again, this was 2009. They need to get out more.

2. X-Statix

Marvel, for some reason beyond my understanding but that I won’t question for reasons you’ll soon find out, decided to hand over the X-Force title to Peter Milligan and Mike Allred. X-Force was a comic known for both portraying a gritty. more aggressive form of X-Men and for being the most Rob Liefeld thing prior to him creating characters with names like DEATHSTRYKE and KILLBLOOD or whatever for his own comics label. Peter Milligan, meanwhile, was known for his mind-bending postmodernist works like Shade the Changing Man and Mike Allred’s pop art sensibilities seemed like the furthest possible artistic style from Liefeld’s grimacing over muscled footless monsters.

And when X-Force #116 premiered, it was not only incredibly different, but it introduced a whole new team of vapid, self-obsessed superheroes. An early 00s take on celebrity through a superhero vein, the original issue takes a turn when the last page features the collective death of all but 3 of the new team, immediately setting up a whole OTHER new team to remember after being introduced to the interpersonal relationships of this ego-driven team of mutants.

Its smart and pretty sharp and the constant retooling in the book itself by scummy mentor and amoral super rich investor creates an odd reality TV aspect of these strange heroes with their constantly shifting, often dying team (even Dead Girl, a mutant whose power is she’s already a ghost/zombie and can return to near-life after dying), all ready to be filmed, in moments of heroism or tragedy by their cameraman, Doop, a character I refuse to go into any more detail for because you should experience Doop for yourself. Just Google Image Search Doop thanks.

There’s a LOT to say about X-Force, who eventually changed their name to X-Statix due to the negative reaction from the 00s comics crowd, which sorta proves they were totally before their time, and, truthfully, its the best to just check it out on your own. There aren’t a lot of runs that I’d tell you to just hey look it up but hey

Look up X-Statix. Its really good.

1. Doom Patrol

The Doom Patrol can, perhaps, best be described by their classic original tagline: “THE WORLD’S STRANGEST HEROES” and hoo boy does that apply. Founded by Niles Caulder, the Doom Patrol features actress Rita Farr aka the size changing Elastigirl (eat it, Pixar), test pilot Larry Trainor aka the radioactive Negative Man, and race car driver Cliff Steele aka Robotman, a robot man.

And things were fairly odd for a while for the Patrol, up to and including the Doom Patrol’s presumed deaths at the hands of General Zahl while saving the small town of Codsville, Maine.

Then Grant Morrison happened.

Grant Morrison never met a comic book convention he didn’t love to openly embrace while also flipping it into some metatextual nonsense (and I can’t help but love it every time). Morrison took the Doom Patrol and created a comic based around Dadaist art and literature, William S Burroughs-esque cut and paste writing and just general absurdity. Negative Man Trainor merges his Negative Spirit with Dr. Eleanor Poole, becoming a multiracial, divine intersex radioactive being who refers to themself as Rebis. New characters were introduced like Kay Challis aka Crazy Jane, a woman with multiple personalities, each of which have different superpowers, and Danny the Street, a street. An actual sentient street. Who is also a drag queen. Its better than it sounds I swear.

The Doom Patrol soon became well... strange. Stranger than the strange they used to be. Their only recurring enemy was a 2 dimensional supervillain named Mr. Nobody who founded the Brotherhood of Dada, a team less about world domination or getting rich, and more about just like... idk? They don’t really recognize good or evil as simplistic concepts and prefer to just mess around like a bunch of dickheads, really.

Soon came Rachel Pollack’s Doom Patrol. Pollack, a trans woman, used the Doom Patrol’s debut in the Vertigo imprint. to discuss issues like identity, bisexuality, Judaism, creating an equally intelligent and mature comic, just on a separate level than Morrison’s. And a decade later, after a few changes in guards all around, Keith Giffen had a Doom Patrol run, letting the team go through a more humorous bent, notably featuring the inclusion of the fouth wall-adjacent comedy hero Ambush Bug. Most recently, Gerard Way (yeah, the dude from My Chemical Romance) has been creating his own Doom Patrol for DC’s Young Animal imprint, a mix of his own ideas and the classic Dadaist Doom Patrol that Morrison created.

Doom Patrol is a team of the strange, the outsiderest outsiders of DC, a team initially brought together by tragedies (unknown to them caused by their sociopathic leader), and who soon grew into an ersatz family of freaks. A loving museum of the weird who defend Earth from just the craziest nonsense imaginable,even if the rest of the superhero community don’t respect them. They do what they do because they have to, and because no one else can even wrap their mind around what they do. They’re the Doom Patrol, The World’s Strangest Heroes.

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{ alycia debnam carey, cis female, she/her. } have you heard that ( sarah hawkins ) from ( treasure planet ) appeared in town? i know, i can’t believe it either. she is ( 32 ) years old and is a ( waitress ). I’ve heard that she has a tendency to be ( determined &&. loving ) and ( snappy &&. exasperated ), and she has ( none ) of her old memories.

bio tws ;; death , alcoholism , teenage pregnancy , miscarriage !

sarah lyra kensington was born to a fairly wealthy family, her parents loving her and her older brother with all their hearts. things were going well until declan, her brother, was killed by a band of rogue space pirates while out on patrol in the spaceport. her parents were distraught, and sarah herself fell into a deep depression for a couple of years.

it was then that ryland and maisie decided to move away from their former home to what is now the benbow inn. sarah, still devastated by the loss of her best friend, her brother, refused to come out of her room for weeks after the move. it was made worse by her father soon turning to drinking and gambling to cope. it took a few more years, with sarah nearing fifteen and maisie getting a job promotion, to help rekindle the once broken kensington family.

at sixteen, sarah was at a nearby tavern with friends when she met leland gerard hawkins, and that was the start of her love life. they dated for a year, being totally in love and enjoying one another and the thrills that a new relationship brings, when a couple of days after their first time making love, sarah found out that she was pregnant. being young and naive, when leland proposed to her, she said yes without a second thought, believing that the pregnancy would make him love her more.

sarah had a traumatic birth with jim, and not having her parents with her made it worse. she developed postpartum depression shortly after her son’s arrival. her depression spiraled when she was left alone with jim almost every day, not knowing where her husband was. it was then that she realized that maybe leland didn’t really love her as much as she loved him, as he didn’t really seem to want to bond with their baby boy.

a couple years passed, and now nineteen, with a two-year-old, things seemed to be turning around when sarah’s father suddenly passed away, leaving her with an inheritance of ten thousand dollars. she moved back to the benbow with jim and leland, and while it certainly helped that her husband was willing to help her turn the home into an inn to raise money for the small family, she was still upset that jim wasn’t getting any bonding time with his father.

it was then that leland got a job that required him to be away from his family for long periods of time, and he seemed eager to take it, which made sarah really resent her husband for leaving her alone with jim and not considering the fact that, even if he did love her, their son was his child too. sure, the little model ships that leland occasionally brought home for jim would be considered love, but sarah knew firsthand that you can’t buy someone’s love.

jim, however, reveled in the little shows of affection and treasured every ship that his dad presented to him, going so far as to make his own little boats and try to show them off to leland when he came home. however, sarah knew that if leland showed no interest in jim when he was first born, the boy’s efforts would be futile.

that all came to a head when jim was eight years old, when one morning, leland came home and announced that he was leaving on a mission and wouldn’t be returning. he hadn’t said anything about wanting a divorce, and that made sarah hope, despite being crushed at the fact that her husband wasn’t coming back, that he would change his mind someday and return to montressor, to their family. being almost twelve weeks pregnant with their second child, whom she’d found out was a girl, the young woman worked even harder to make ends meet, soon resulting in a tragic and traumatizing miscarriage of her daughter at only nineteen weeks.

she decided not to tell jim about the loss of his unborn sister, as that would probably only make him act up worse than he has been since his father left the family. instead, she confessed to dr. delbert doppler, one of her confidants and closest high school companions. he comforted her, gave her advice and an ear to listen, and she was super grateful to him.

a couple years passed, and sarah was still working alone at the benbow inn, while fifteen-year-old jim spent most of his time on his solar surfer, which he built before leland deserted them. he was failing school, and his teachers constantly called sarah, asking her to bring him in for parent-teacher conferences to discuss his behavior and grades, but he’d refused to go. her son also ran into trouble with the law, the montressor police officers bringing him back to the benbow and explaining his crimes, always ending with threats to send him to juvenile hall. sarah often tried to talk to her son, but her efforts proved useless, as he always either shut her out or made his behavior out to not be such a big issue. there were times when she considered sending him to juvenile hall, if only to make him see that he couldn’t keep acting this way.

during one of these incidents, she had confided in delbert again, talking about how she’d tried everything to get through to jim, to make him realize that his behavior was unacceptable, but absolutely nothing seemed to work. she began talking about how she had dreams of one day opening the door and jim would be the way he was before leland left, happy and carefree. it was then that her son brought in billy bones, an injured salamander who ended up passing away, and was given a sphere with strange markings on it.

all hell seemed to break loose after the sphere was uncovered, and sarah, jim, and delbert barely made it out alive when a band of pirates destroyed the benbow inn in search of the sphere. sarah and jim stayed at delbert’s mansion while they awaited news about the inn, but the news turned out not to be good. an upset sarah was devastated once again at the fact that her home, her business, everything she’d worked so hard for had turned to ash.

the unveiling of the map to what sarah believed was just part of a child’s story had her head reeling, and jim’s insistance that he go and find treasure planet made her outright refuse for him to go at first, but with his and delbert’s persistence, she ultimately gave in. the wearied mother hugged her son tightly before he left on the journey, and she stayed at delbert’s mansion for the time that they were gone, worrying about jim and his safety and wellbeing.

a few months later, jim returned, much to his mother’s delight and relief, and sarah met morph, jim’s new pet blob, b.e.n, a robot that jim and morph had met on the journey, and captain amelia smollett, delbert’s now-wife. jim also told her all about the voyage and john silver, and her heart soared with pride and joy at the young man her boy had become.

it was shortly after his return that jim enlisted in the interstellar academy, and sarah set to work on rebuilding the benbow, with the help of her son, morph and b.e.n. with the grand reopening of the new and improved benbow inn, and jim graduating in the academy to cadet, sarah finally felt more happy than she’d felt in years.

sarah retained none of her memories upon her mysterious arrival at ivywood.

#ivywood:intro #♡ 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 ↳ sarah hawkins ;; bio.

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Hi! I want to 1st say that I love this tumblr! Thank you for your hard work. You guys are awesome! Now, having sat in traffic for 4+ hours, braving flood waters and having those same waters claim a piece of my car:( I'm wondering if you all can rec some natural disaster fics?Stiles and Scott are my faves. I'm not partial to any paring but if you've got any Sciles or Sterek fic where Scott and Stiles friendship is awesome I'd appreciate it. Thank you!

I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I hope everything’s better now. - Anastasia

channel five evening news by spiekiel

(1/1 I 6,301 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s a weird camera angle, over Derek’s shoulder from the phone still clutched in Stiles’ hand like a lifeline - just the shell of Derek’s ear and the dark shock of his messy hair, and Stiles’ face hidden mostly by the line of his neck, but both of them are crying, laughing -

Scream by Heather_Night

(1/1 I 7,067 I Teen I No Pairing)

The floor shifted without warning and Scott threw an arm out to the side to catch his balance on the wall and steady himself. Was this an earthquake? They were more prevalent in the southern half of the state but everyone knew about the San Francisco Earthquake of 1906.

“Um, guys?” Scott called urgently.

The guys in question ignored him.

Stutter and Shake by zosofi

(1/1 I 9,166 I Teen I Scallison)

The likelihood of a major quake of magnitude 7.5 or greater hitting California in the next thirty years is 46 percent.

Jackson’s Surprise by Uthizaar

(6/6 I 11,594 I Explicit I Stackson)

magine if Jackson had never left when he had turned into a werewolf? If he had buckled down and got serious about things; school, friends, pack, Stiles. Because it was Stiles that took him back from the edge, Stiles that refused to give up on him once he had turned into a blue-eyed werewolf. As the years rolled by and Jackson became a strong, dependable member of the pack, it was apparent to everyone but the two of them that they should be together. After a little persuading and a lot of awkward conversation, Stiles and Jackson finally started dating…and other things! Jackson knew that Stiles was worried about the future, about them all splitting up and going to different colleges, different cities. His plans for their final Christmas together was to spend it away, but then a snow storm blew those plans awry…

On Anchors and Rudders by Unloyal_Olio

(3/3 I 15,135 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles might be a sentinel, but Derek is a werewolf. Derek is not and never will be a guide.

W-e-r-e-w-o-l-f.

There is no way in hell he’ll be a guide. No. Way. In. Hell.

Head Full Of Doubt / Road Full Of Promise by Vague_Shadows

(4/? I 16,829 I Explicit I Sterek)

The Pack survived til graduation, and now they’re figuring out what the hell to do with their lives. Special guest appearances by the Winchesters.

Aftershocked by pyes

(2/2 I 21,560 I Explicit I Sterek)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they’re in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they’re trapped in an overpass collapse.

It’s the second time when things really get scary.

Howls & Arrows by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(5/? I 27,767 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles could barely breathe as he read through the contents of the notebook, his eyes scanning the design of a device, a seismic device. Someone wanted to replicate the earthquake that hit Starling City two years ago. Someone wanted to destroy Beacon Hills the same way it leveled the Glades and killed hundreds of lives.

The Pack won’t be able to handle this alone. They needed to call in some help.

Just the Same by ericaismeg

(7/7 I 68,066 I General I Sterek)

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There’s just no way Derek Hale is human.***“I was wondering if you’re even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it’s ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It’s unfair for us. I mean, it’s obvious you work out, and I don’t, so that could be why, but like…I was just wondering if you were human, that’s all.”

“Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—”

“Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can’t threaten him with shit.

When the Storm Blows In by Niecy8

(26/28 I 84,447 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have just moved into a new house together to finally start a life together. They barely get settled when a hurricane threatens to roll into town for the first time in a hundred years. With the storm blowing in so does two men looking for shelter from the storm. What happens when Stiles opens the door to the familiar face - something worse then the hurricane itself and it will change Derek and Stiles lives forever.

Seeds of Paradise by AzulMountain

(20/20 I 99,396 I Mature I Sterek)

Peter Hale brings chaos to the world by initiating an ancient ceremony to create a flower maiden in order to open Paradise. Humans will once again know their place, under the blessed wolves, and Peter will rule them all as King Alpha. One wolf and one flower maiden, a spellbound Stiles Stilinski, are the keys to opening this heavenly gate and Derek Hale will not allow his mate to whither and die before his Paradise is realized.

As if the possible world ending pressure isn’t difficult enough for the McCall pack to manage, a conspiracy to bury the Argents, High Druid Deaton, and Sheriff Stilinski is in the works. A deranged Gerard Argent, multiple natural disasters, a nosy FBI agent, and new little charges keep the pack frantic as they try to assist Stiles and Derek to Paradise, so he won’t become a weeping willow.

The Elements of Chaos by Litcraz

(21/21 I 171,170 I Teen I No Pairing)

Stiles is an Elemental. He has fire at his fingertips, the earth is pliable under his touch, controlling the air comes as easily as the flick of a wrist. But Stiles is more than that - he has a future that neither he nor anyone around him could have imagined. But there are those who can, and they have plans for Stiles all their own.

When Stiles and Scott are lured into the Colorado mountains, they find that a great evil has been waiting for them. Unwittingly releasing the nightmare from its cage, the boys soon find themselves in a race to save not only themselves, but those they love and everyone in Beacon Hills. To make matters worse, Stiles’ powers are starting to slip from his control and take a life of their own. If he is to save not only his friends’ lives, but also their souls, then Stiles must take back control and master the forces of nature. But it won’t come easy.

#teen wolf #Sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magical!stiles #Anon #hurt!stiles

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