#i wanted to make sure to use someone who was actually at least part mexican so!!

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Liaison | Part 7 | Shots, Shots, Shots

Check out part one here. Up to chapter 36/38 on AO3.

A knock on your desk pulled your attention from work. Gaz stood at your desk. You hadn’t seen him in months.

“Gaz!” You leap up from your chair and throw your arms around the man. He sported a goatee now, it looked good on him.

He hugged you back tight. “Hey there, I missed you.”

“I missed you too! I scheduled you to be back here at least three times since I saw you last but nooo you had to go and play hero with KorTac,” you rolled your eyes as you stepped back from the hug.

All eyes in the office were on you two but you ignored them. Gaz, without argument, had to be your best friend. He matched your level of crazy and understood your side-eye communication without explanation.

Gaz reached up and tugged lightly on your dangling earring.

“Fuck you Liaison I am a hero! At least to a couple of women who wanted to say thank you if you know what I mean.” He waggled his brows.

Slapping your hands to your ears you loudly drown him out with a la-la-la-la. His booming laugh could be heard above your panicked off-key chanting. Gaz settles into the chair at the edge of your desk, hand digging into the fidget basket you set up originally for him. Everyone used it when they came to chat.

Trusting he would not tell you any more about his escapades you settled into your chair, folding your legs into the seat. You had used the company card to buy a new office chair the second you got your hands on it. The one you had bought last year at Costco with Harold and Gaz wouldn’t stay upright and getting dumped onto your head was not a great way to start any day.

“How late do you work today?” Gaz spins a small chain around one finger.

“I only have maybe an hour left of work?” Filling one cheek with air you force it back and forth in your cheeks before blowing it out. “Unless someone accidentally shoots a diplomat again.”

“That was not my fault!” Gaz halts his spinning chain to point angrily at you. “You know it wasn’t my fault. We cleared all civilians but that fucker pulled his diplomatic passport and some rookie didn’t toss him out on his ass anyway.”

You grin, a light laugh showing you aren’t serious. It wasn’t Gaz’s fault, but the mess it caused you to clean up gave you the right to tease him about it.

“Any idea what you want to do tonight?” Gaz changes the subject.

“Wanna go shooting?”

At the opportunity to fire a gun Gaz brightens significantly.

“Shooting sounds great, dinner after?”

“Sure but you are not allowed to choose. The last place was not Mexican food and you cannot convince me it wasn’t a horror masquerading as a restaurant.”

“Deal.”

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“What the hell is this?” Gaz gestured to the large room with long open rooms lined up.

The bow and arrows decorating the space should have given it away.

“A shooting range,” you reply as if he couldn’t see that himself.

“I thought we were going to shoot guns, not bows?”

The half-smirk you give him causes him to squint at you.

“One would think by now you would remember to confirm before agreeing to an activity with me,” you fight down a smile.

Gaz shoves you, laughter spilling between your bodies.

“You are unbelievable, I have to stop agreeing to do things with you.”

“Actually you just need to stop trusting me to tell you the whole truth,” you wipe at the tears in your eyes from laughing.

Seeing someone come out of a back room you make your way over.

“Hi, can I get two lanes for 30 minutes?”

“Will you need to rent the bow and arrows as well?” The teenager asks already tapping away at the screen in front of him.

“Yes, please. Can I have a 40-pound draw and,” looking back at Gaz you make a decision, “a 30-pound draw?”

“Sure, have you both been here before?”

“I have, but my friend hasn’t.”

The teenager nods, tapping the screen a few more times. He quotes the total due and you tap your card before Gaz has a chance to pull out his wallet. The first time the two of you had gone out to dinner had been a battle to pay the bill. He would do his best now to cover dinner but you had called and prepaid.

“Okay sir, please fill out this waiver while I get everything together for you.” The paper and pen are placed on the counter.

Gaz reviews each line before he signs.

“Why give me a lower draw weight?” He taps the end of the pen against the counter.

“Because while you might work out I know this will be new for you and I don’t need you bitching at me in the morning because you can’t lift your arms.”

The teen comes back passing over both bows and a quiver of arrows.

“You guys will be on number 7, go down to the right and it will be near the middle.” The young worker disappeared back into a room beyond sight.

“Ready to see what you can do?”

Having been here several times you know where you are going. Setting the arrows point down in the provided container you pull out a single one. Notching the arrow you draw and let it fly.

“We will fire all of them and then collect so no one accidentally gets shot,” turning, you watch Gaz test the string of the bow.

He pulls and relaxes the string twice before he notches an arrow and misses so badly. He glares at your sputtered laughter.

“Couple things, you want full extension of your bow arm and to pull the arrow back to at least your face. Aim slightly higher than you think since gravity affects arrows faster than bullets and commit. When you let it fly don’t hesitate.”

You draw up another arrow, watching as it sinks into the target. Nowhere near the bullseye but not on the ground. Gaz takes his turn next until the arrows are all spent and none of his has touched the target. Confirming with Gaz you both move down the range to collect your arrows. He does not appreciate your rendition of “Shots” by Lil John. The laughter and Lil John remains the soundtrack of the night.

Before your time is up Gaz asks to try drawing on your bow. You pass it off.

“Holy fuck Liaison, I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Why would I joke about being stronger than you? This is probably the only time I can do it.” You stepped behind him and tapped both shoulder blades. “Draw again but try and make these touch.”

Gaz does as instructed, a light manly grunt coming out of him.

When your half hour is up you collect everything and return it to the teen working the counter. Bounding up the stairs you catch sight of a flash of white on black disappear as you approach the door to leave. Gaz is waiting outside for you, smoking a cigarette.

Waving a hand in front of your nose you tell him that you are going to go wait over by the alley until he is done. Cigarette smoke coated your mouth and tasted disgusting. Your back to the alley you address your stalker.

“Thought stalking was below your pay grade Gengar.”

“You’re too friendly with Gaz.”

“Right,” you drag the word out, “I’m too friendly with one of my only friends on this half of the planet. That makes absolute sense.”

The silence behind you raises the hair on the back of your neck, a puppeteer in fear.

Gaz wanders up, a lingering tang of smoke heralding his arrival.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yep, we are hitting an Ethiopian restaurant. I’ve already been once, and the family that runs it is from Ethiopia. I can’t handle any of this bland British nonsense.”

Gaz sputters in defense of his country. He finds none being as well-traveled as he is. Knowing the darkness still stalks you you fire off a bird toward the man who has decided you are too friendly.

@nicroyal02

Part 6

Masterlist

[pandorasword]

I loved Loved LOVED the chaeri and hongjong post! Their relationship is so cute 🤭 The part with ateez talking about chaeri in their daily life was so good! (Only if you want to, of course) Can we see more hongjoong and chaeri moments, as well as ateez and chaeri pls 🙏

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

N.D Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I enjoy a lot writing about Chaeri and Ateez Hope you like this ♡

What you find on the web if you google 'Chaeri and Ateez?' + a short extract from one of Chaeri and Hongjoong's first dates

some clips in a rush ⸻ 🎬

"Alright, alright, I won't rain on your parade. But if you're going to imitate me, at least let me join"

Joong "You are not affected at all" Chaeri "Kinda used to it I would say"

Joong "Since she spends a lot of time in the dorm, the guys started joking that we are kind of the parents of the group" *smiling through the pain* "And we decided to make a list to estimate who is the easiest and hardest to raise"

Yunho "I will definitely be at the bottom of the list. I am one of her favourites."

ධ Fire mouth

Seoul; 2022

"In my defence, I didn't think they were that spicy." She took one last sip from the now-drained bottle of water they had been forced to buy on the street. They had passed by a Mexican food takeaway and were struck by a container of what looked like kettle corn. How did the diner call it? "I will never eat Esquites from that restaurant again, my tongue is still on fire." Esquites, right. "You can't deny that they still had something … addicting".

Hongjoong closed the door behind them as they crossed the threshold of his dorms. They had agreed to go back there for a few hours as neither of them would have to wake up too early the next day. Chaeri, however, had made it clear she didn't want to stay overnight there, and he respected that.

"Addicting if you like hurting yourself"

Chaeri smiled entertained. "So whiny Joong, I probably should have brought Wooyoung instead of you. He'd have been a good kid and eaten everything." "Do you enjoy trying to make people jealous or is it one of your qualities that you only show off to me?" She placed the bag she was carrying on her shoulder right next to her on the sofa "Would you get jealous if I say I do it with everyone?"

He couldn't hold back a smile as he looked at her. So confident all the time, with that challenging stare, she drove him crazy.

"What are you staring at?" She crossed her legs and made herself more comfortable on the pillows around. "Actually, I can’t take my eyes off you"

He knew. Chaeri told him, not in the slightest detail, that a relationship she previously had did not allow her to feel free to be with other men and that, with him, everything was coming up so naturally that it terrified her. If only he had not seen how her eyes changed every time a certain line was crossed between them, he would never have believed that Chaeri - famous for facing everything bravely - was afraid to let herself go in a relationship.

The conversation they had as soon as the 'fake date' thing was turning into something more was constantly on his mind: "I don't know if I will ever be able to love someone as I did with him. I am not even sure if I will be able to love at all, someone other than him. But I needed to be clear with you. I like you..for real, but I can't guarantee that I will fall in love"

"I like you, Chaeri. And if you give me the opportunity to be close to you for a while, maybe you will understand that love is not just once in a lifetime. I won't be a liar telling you that I'm only speaking for your own interest. Call me selfish, but I want a chance with you."

And she was genuinely impressed. Hongjoong was not the usual boy, false moralist, who would try to manipulate her with his gentle ways to achieve his ends. He was human and not afraid to show it.

"I like to watch you too, Joong."

"Let's take a better look of each other, then."

He stood before her to offer a hand. He brought her close to one of the living room windows to let her face be naturally illuminated by the stars in the sky.

Ethereal. It was the only word that gave her justice at that moment. As the moonlight illuminated her eyes, the boy thought he had never seen a more perfect person than her. He would have taken a photo to cherish the memory forever but he had nothing with him to do so.

He placed a finger on her chin and ran it up to her lips, tracing their outline gently, almost as if the fingertip were a phantom touch on her skin

"Is it ok if I do that?" "You have already kissed me several times, Joong" "True, but it always feels like the first one" "Is it bad?" "No, quite the opposite"

He leaned in, slowly bringing his lips to hers.

At first, the kiss was gentle, a soft brushing of lips against lips. But as the passion between them grew, the kiss deepened. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the moment.

He could feel on his tongue again the tingling of the Esquites still burning hot in Chaeri's mouth, probably 'cause she'd eaten far more than him.

You can't deny that they still had something … addicting Addicting if you like hurting yourself

It seems he was clearly someone who liked to hurt himself.

[buckbuckleybegins]

Fic snippet, anyone?

I was in the middle of writing a canon-complaint fic when my brain screamed at me and gave me the idea for another AU.

I have an AU problem 😔

Anyway… AU is Mob Boss!Buck and Undercover Interpol AgentBodyguard!Eddie

May contain heavy themes like drugs use and gun violence so that that as a TW.

~*~

The Buckleys were dead.

All but one, at least. The least important one.

Buck should be sad about it, mourning them—and he was, in a way. In the way an unloved child could ever mourn his parents. He mourned all the things that should have been and never would be. All the love they never gave him—all the love they would never give.

They had never been proud of him and never would be, and that made a part of Buck—a child-shaped part that housed all his needs, wants, and insecurities—ache in ways he didn’t think were still possible. Not after twenty-eight years of accepting he would never be the son they actually wanted, just the one they were left with.

They’d died in an ambush, on the way back home, after personally stepping in to solve a territorial dispute between their clan and the Mexican cartel with whom they shared a shaky border. Their route should have been secure, hidden. But there was nothing secure about their work—that was something Buck had learned as a child. He’d learned it when his big brother died in a similar way, leaving him with two parents who wanted nothing more than for Buck to have taken his place instead.

Buck thought of Maddie during the funeral and how damn glad he was that she was somewhere far, far away from all this bullshit. From the rain soaking his curls and black suit, and from the men surrounding him, armed to the teeth and ready to shoot at the first thing that moved toward them. He wondered if she thought of him, too, even though he actually wished she didn’t—that she’d left this shitty life behind when she escaped that day with one of their parents’ men, the one she fell in love with, with Buck’s help and blessing. He knew, though, that she probably hadn’t. She was one of the few people in his life who actually loved him and he would always be in her thoughts. She’d promised him that.

There was someone Buck was mourning, though. Someone he should have been at the funeral of, rather than his parents’. A man who’d shown him affection in a way Buck had always imagined a father might. Bobby had been his parents’ bodyguard and had followed them through hell and back many times. Except this time, he hadn’t come back, either.

Buck realized this was the first time he’d shed a tear since the news, and it was only when he started thinking of Bobby rather than his parents. Bobby, who took him to his football games; Bobby, who taught him to cook and drive; Bobby, who baked himself all the cakes for his birthdays…

The dark sunglasses concealed his tears, and Buck quickly swiped a thumb over the cheek where that one stray tear had managed to escape.

Showing any kind of weakness would mean death. And he already knew that everyone thought he was weak.

Evan Buckley should never have been the heir to the Buckley clan. He was nothing but a mess—a child who had never grown up, a disappointment to his parents. Buck already knew they were making contingency plans for when they were gone, just so they wouldn’t have to leave the business to him. All the supposed heir knew how to do was party, waste his parents’ money, get wasted and high, and fuck whoever showed him any amount of interest. He’d fuck the girls in the bathroom of whatever club he was at or in his jeep, but he’d bring the boys home only so he could rile his parents up and see the anger and disgust in their face the morning after.

Buck didn’t give a shit, though. He didn’t want the business in the first place. He barely thought he was gonna live to his thirties. Whatever his parents’ thought of him or wanted from him was of no consequence to him, because he was already sure he was gonna die soon—probably from an overdose, or getting beat to death over some girl, or getting shot in a dark alley somewhere just for being a Buckley.

He was already sure he could do nothing to be Daniel in their eyes.

Whatever contingency plan they had fell through because the one sitting in his father’s tacky chair, in his parents’ tacky living room, surrounded by a bunch of men and women who Buck knew were important and currently staring at him for answers, was Buck—and not someone else.

He was tired halfway through the meeting, his hand brushing his face more than once, squeezing his eyes to fend off a migraine.

Running a drug empire was not something he knew how to do or ever actually wanted to do. But fate had a different plan, so there he was.

If the people surrounding him were looking at him like he was a liability, they were only hiding it half well.

And if Buck was going to end up dead, shot in his bed while asleep by one of his own men, well… that wouldn’t come as much of a surprise.

[greenknighteitm]

Maybe not, but afaik, Republicans hold congress. Would a federal ban on abortion actually happen? I don't know but I know that it is more likely to happen now then before. And the people who are in that organization are connected to Trump. And he didn't say what parts he didn't agree with. Just that some parts he thought were insane. It doesn't produce confidence.

I also know that Trump is fascist or at least adds up to being fascist even if that's not the intent, and I think intent might go down the drain as I heard dementia might be setting in for him, though I will say that it's just a rumor for the dementia thing I heard and have not looked Into. But he's just as old so I think it's a possibility. And it doesn't really matter the intent in this case as I care more about what the results of him are.

And if trump is a fascist, we can't trust him. Fascists lie to get support. So to just believe him is not a good idea. And he doesn't even have to ban it, just practically ban or extremely restrict it. And with how things had to be explained to him, with pictures and very simpley its possible someone could trick him into signing something. I think there was an attention span problem more then an IQ issue. Like if it was too complex he wouldn't listen so it had to be dumbed down. Like that reason alone was why I wanted kamala to win, shes much younger and much more aware.

And he did take lgbtq rights away, he did it last presidency for trans people. Why do you think he wouldn't this time and would try to take more? Like him not saying he would doesn't make be confident when lots of people in his party want to.

Yeah political ads do that, I'm pretty sure all of them do, it's garbage. Tho I would like to say that a lot of the things Trump says are dogwhistles. Things he says to others so they know he's on there side but is able to deny them later. So it might be taken out context or its isolating the dogwhistle. And you have to be careful and see if what he's saying could be interpreted that way. Presidents have won using this strategy before.

Kids very much should be taught politics, with critical reasoning and discussions. Everything has a reason and needs to be justifiable outside of religion or otherwise . There can't be no "that's just how that works" or "thats just what God says". This ain't a religious nation, and you best have a secular reason why it's a good idea or rational reasoning. Makes our kids smarter.

You say that people do terrible shit and it doesn't make them an awful person.

I'm honestly inclinded to agree, but trump is different to a certain extent. Trump has done so much negative shit. Hes done extremely creepy behavior with women, kissing when not wanted, going into changing rooms and spying, grabbing gentials, etc. He thinks Mexicans and other immigrants are prone to violence and don't help this country when our stores would be empty of produce without them. He uses them as scapegoats for all the nations problems, when they aren't the problem, it's a mix of poor money and land use, our house economy was never fixed after 2008, and so many other things that immigrants have zero control over. He has stolen money from people when he made his own university. He degrades employees for no reason. And doesn't like unions when unions are and what gave us 40 hour workweek and a weekend which has increasingly been destroyed.

For Trump, I don't think he personally cares about people unless they give him fame or wealth. And that's simply not the kind of person who's going to give us progress.

BTW if you want sources for these, I would gladly, Just ask. Tbh I need to get them again, I know I'll need them. Though it's late and I've been working so idk when I'll get back to you, though I'll damn try.

Sorry for the ramble

(BTW no country is gonna launch nukes at us, they know if they do, we'll shoot right back, its been that way since the cold war)

Guys.

This is about Trump

He’s not going to eliminate LGBTQ+ rights.

None of it’s true.

It’s not even HIS PLAN. Someone ELSE wrote it, it wasn’t him. Search it up.

These were all just made up stories created to invoke fear into people, THE DEMOCRATIC AND REPUBLICAN PEOPLE, so that people would be scared and/or angry.

And what are people when they’re angry and/or scared? Easier to sway. Easier to manipulate.

I don’t know for certain if Harris knows about the lying pieces of shit, regardless, political figure or not, spreading rumours and misinformation about someone, REGARDLESS OF WHO THEY ARE, isn’t just.

Trump isn’t going to sign an ab0rti°n ban, and yet I’ve seen MULTIPLE PROPAGANDA ADS SAYING HE WILL.

Lying about someone, CUTTING CLIPS OF THEM TALKING ABOUT A SUBJECT, AND MAKING IT SOUND LIKE THEY’RE SAYING SOMETHING IS EXTREMELY IMMATURE. AND I AM 15 YEARS OF AGE.

THIS STUFF SHOULDN’T EVEN CONCERN ME, BUT IT HAS SPIRALLED SO OUT OF CONTROL THAT CHILDREN, LITERAL CHILDREN ARE TALKING ABOUT IT.

Sure, he’s done bad things.

EVERYONE DOES SOMETHING BAD AT LEAST ONCE.

I have been in a VRChat instance, and some guy came up and started asking me and a couple others about politics, he said that if we didn’t vote for trump, people in Iran would send nukes over to us.

I had genuinely thought he was serious, and some guy told him that I was a minor, and I couldn’t even have a say in things.

He said it’s good, teach me while I’m young.

Regardless, people do terrible shit, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re awful people.

So, please.

This is to anybody.

If you’re going to start propaganda, at LEAST have some ACTUAL evidence against it.

Also, keep politics away from children. Dont scare them.

The last thing we need is for this country, formed to be united, to be torn apart by something the first president told us not to take part in.

[walkerrenee]

"I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back."

[teamironmanforever]

HIGHLIGHT TRANSLATION OF THE SPANISH DUB ACTOR GUILLERMO ROJAS

Guillermo Rojas - Spanish Dubbing actor for Dean since season 12 until 15x18 (he contracted Covid and was unable to record 15x19 or 15x20 - he has yet to record those) 

INTERVIEWER: “Memo (nickname for Guillermo), I am not sure if you knew, but you broke the internet” 

MEMO: “Yes, a lot of people sought me out when this happened. I am so sorry I wasn’t able to answer at length all of your questions, but I was right in the middle of dealing with Covid. I couldn’t speak without feeling like I was drowning. Right now I am going to (voice) therapy. While it is not too dreary, there are 2 continued effects, so I couldn’t answer everyone who contacted me through various ways - through FB, instagram and an old youtube channel that I haven’t used in years - with respect to the situation that occurred between Dean and his friend (Cas). 

MEMO: “We try to follow (our lines) in what we see of the acting. Remember that dubbing is something where we must make a parallel alignment in our own language. Under the guidelines given to us by the client, we try to expand on all possibilities and all the alignments and - as actors - they permit us to give 100% of ourselves. So there isn’t a limit per se, so long as you don’t go off track (from what was requested from the client)” 

INTERVIEWER: “What were the guidelines for the line that broke the internet” 

MEMO: “It’s curious because neither the director nor us the actors knew much about the tendency that existed. Because we didn’t have much previous information that suggested that something like this would happen. To be honest when we recorded it, we were asking wait what’s happening? I mean we did it, but no one knew this was coming neither in the production studio nor amongst the actors.” 

INTERVIEWER “I need to ask for a clarification here. I mean we are talking about the love declaration Cas made to Dean after 12 years of intense eye-contact. But the big question is Dean’s answer. Because EVERYONE heard in your voice that clear “And I you, Cas”

MEMO “And I you, yes.” 

INTERVIEWER “Where does that “And I you” come from? Was it you? What happened there?” 

“The adaptation came entirely from my director (Adrian Fogarty). He adapted it and gave us our acting guidelines, and I performed accordingly - I gave what he asked of me. We all loved it. We never saw it coming so overtly.... If you remember across all seasons, we rarely see Dean get involved with any women. It just didn’t happen, unlike his brother. He just never got involved. It wasn’t his thing, especially because we have his brother to compare him to. We saw (Sam) in a relationship in the past 2 seasons with Eileen which was a very intense relationship, and very painful in the end. Dean never had to suffer through that. They tied Dean’s pain to the loss of his mother since he lost her more than once.” 

FB question: “So It wasn’t a rogue translator, it was a rogue director”

MEMO: “Look, Fogarty has some really intense abilities and one of them is to adapt the dialogue. When you see him translate a script, when he has the time to do it - even when he is not the one directing - and he leaves it in Spanish. The dialogue said, if I remember correctly, “me too” or something like that and then we switched it to “and I you” due to effects of lip movement, rhythm, etc... We don’t all have the ability that Fogarty has, that speed which he has, to think and translate immediately. We are a team and we work together, and pool our collective abilities, and of course Fogarty does his part. You need a Fogarty in every company.” 

(The interviewer mentioned that her cat hates Sam Winchester and loves dubbed Dean’s voice). 

INTERVIEWER “Do you know what Dean said in the original script before Fogarty got his hands on it?”

“Yes, of course. It made allusions to that. (Fogarty) made the right translation. It said and so do I or me too or something like that. It said it in the (original) script.” 

INTERVIEWER: “When you heard the english version while you recorded yours, did you hear Dean say I love you too?” 

MEMO: “No. If I would have, I would have taken the earphone out and gone what the fuck? *laughs*” 

INTERVIEWER: “What was your favorite episode to film?” 

MEMO: “With my short-term memory, I would say this last one (15x18), because it says so much. In one scene, it says it all. It was impressive, and so beautiful. I never saw it coming.” 

Interviewer “Well you have broken tumblr again.” 

MEMO: “Okay *Laughs*. Well, that’s good. Thank you very much.” 

MEMO: “I think it’s clear to everyone that the fact that he (fogarty?) broke the internet, with this information was a surprise for everyone. Absolutely everyone. Because we all say that if someone wants to be a “real man” we have to be like Dean. In fact it’s something very beautiful for me because it has nothing to do with gender and everything to do with feelings. It was a play by the writers that was marvelous. You didn’t see it coming, but damn do you like it.” 

MEMO: “Nothing was left out of the translation... No I was not called to re-record the “and I you”. I have not been asked to remake the dubbing. My director perfectly understood the texture of the text.” 

INTERVIEWER “Do you know if Supernatural has a quality review for the dubbing through Warner Bros?” 

MEMO: “I would be lying to you if I said yes, but I have been working for WB (LatAM) for many years as both an actor and director. And there is some specific material where they do have “filters”, but with something like supernatural I doubt it. I would assume the one left in charge of all decisions was our director (Fogarty).” 

INTERVIEWER “Have you been interpreting Dean as in love with Castiel this entire time or was it a surprise for you?” 

MEMO: “No, never, it was a surprise. In fact, to be entirely honest, to my closest friends - of the same gender - I do use the phrase “te amo”. I don’t have any issues with that. So I actually thought it went that way - but then I found out it was romantic.” 

INTERVIEWER: “Guillermo, what is your opinion, of destiel now that you know the nature of their relationship.” 

“Well it was a revelation for everyone - including me. I love how they handled it because we didn’t see it coming. And I think, of our understanding of the character’s traits and psychology, we know that if someone knows how to repress their feelings, it’s Dean Winchester. *laughs*” 

INTERVIEWER: “What would you say to Cas if he came back from the empty?” 

MEMO: “He came back?! (he hasn’t seen 15x19 or x20)

INTERVIEWER: “No I am saying what would he say IF he did” 

MEMO: “Oh, okay. I was under the assumption that I said I loved him so long as he wasn’t planning on coming back! *laughs* Well if he returns I guess I would say “Hello, Cas”.  

INTERVIEWER: *Tells MEMO about the not for nothing cas but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” 

MEMO: OKAAAAY *laughs* That was too much. *laughs* 

INTERVIEWER: Would you be this fandom’s Godfather? 

MEMO: But of course *smiles* This was a big thing, from what I see. 

INTERVIEWER: “What message would you give to the fans who are descovering the spanish dub?” 

“first, thanks a lot of being part of the mexican dubbing. We do this job with all the heart and all the passion that we have. And I think I speak for all involved in this industry. We are glad to note that there are so many people from other countries that are watching these new projects in another language. So I have no words but thanks a lot.” 

INTERVIWER: “What would be your ideal ending for Dean Winchester” 

MEMO “I think, for all of them, they have sacrificed their lives and that of their loved ones for the safety and well being of everyone else. I think if anyone deserves to be well, happy, and calm, at least it’s those three (Sam, Cas, and Dean).” 

INTERVIEWER: “What about jack?” 

MEMO “Jack did attach himself to them, but I think he could find happiness in another nest.” *laughs* 

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 31/2021) - George Lore

George sleeps.

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Captain Puffy

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TW: Derealization

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- George talks to his conscience, as voiced by Quackity.

Georgre Lore Part 2

- George has been thinking about the past. He’s had things happening that no one knows about, and he wants to talk about it.

- Quackity turns back into George’s conscience. George introduces his conscience to Lore Man (voiced by Wilbur). Lore Man tells George’s conscience that George beat him on the field of battle. He cannot sheathe his sword until George has been defeated.

- Lore Man asks if George ended up winning the vice presidency. George tells the conscience that he was supposed to be running for president.

- He was taking a stroll when Lore Man jumped out at George, but George was prepared and beat him fair and square. George, though he won, was terribly wounded, and he had to rest. The sword has an enchantment on it to make people sleep.

- George experienced an unexplainable lapse of time. He woke up and everything was gone, everyone was mad at him. There was a scar on his arm, dried blood, and he was confused. 

- George harvests the day’s harvest.

- George asks why he’s doing all this work, putting in his blood, sweat and tears for people who care not. He goes to explore a nearby ravine.

Georgre Lore Part 3 George’s SEcret marrieg 

how did he become divorce

It’s Possibleer

- They visit Fundy’s Pet War arena: the ancient battle ground, Lore Man’s “scuffle pad.” Ranboo arrives and asks if there is a scuffle going on here.

- Lore Man gives George a scuffle rock and tells him to meet in the middle of the scuffle pad. They will do ten paces. 

- They take ten paces and scuffle. George begs Lore Man to spare him. Lore Man says farewell and leaves with George’s lore and also his dignity.

Georgre Lore Part 4

why georg not h ave lore

THe trip to Lmanb

- George visits the crater that is L’manburg. He could have had an excellent presidency. George’s conscience tells him to think about all the terrible memories this place holds. He leads George to the bomb room and tells George to think of a life where he owned L’manburg.

- They visit the shrine where Friend is. The thunder booms, and a voice from the sky calls out to George: Mexican Dream himself. He has a story to tell. If George had become vice president, Mexican Dream would never have existed. He owes George his existence, and wants to repay him.

- MD tells George that the issue is, he wants to repay George but he’s dead. He tells George that this is all a figment of his imagination. He’s dreaming, getting information through his sleep. MD is reaching out to George through his conscience.

- Lore Man comes back to ask when MD is giving George sloppy.

Lore Man: “What’s left of you, Georgenotfound? You are a husk of what you were.”

Georgre Lore Part 5

geirge visits his Old home

- George visits his house (now a catmaid cafe). He goes inside and finds Badboyhalo crouching in a hole in the floor

- Lore Man breaks through the window and tells George that he should be happy he isn’t asleep, because every sleep brings him closer to his demise, and he will make sure George sleeps through everything ever again. George asks if Lore Man gave him a sleeping curse. 

- Lore Man tells George to make the most of his cat house, because soon he will be sleeping in it forever. Outside, George finds a massive bed by his home. His conscience tells him that he must go to sleep within his dream.

- Lore Man tells him he has a revelation to reveal to George before he goes to sleep...he knows who George’s parents are, canonically, and also his surname:

Lore.

George Lore.

Georgre Lore Part 5 6

GEORGE SEES A NEW GUY

- George’s conscience tells him that though this is not real, it is a manifestation of something George feels guilty about.

- George sees a little kid crying at the edge of the lake. It’s Quackity. He’s crying because today, he lost the elections because George slept in.

- A new character appears. It is Lore Woman! She presents a cornflower to George. Lore Man hands Lore Woman a scuffle rock. Ranboo takes off his crown and becomes the Scuffle Man: overseer of the scuffle.

- Quackity shouts that he will fight alongside George. Even though George has disappointed him, he will fight with George to defeat the Lores. 

GEORGERO LORE Part 8

THE FORMER CANDIDATES FIGHT TOGETHER AGAINST LOREMAN AND LOREWOMAN

- The two pairs stand at the scuffle grounds. George speaks to Badboyhalo, the floor goblin, for words of wisdom.

- Lore Man and Lore Woman are standing on bales of hay. Lore Man asks George to remember the wheat he harvested as a young boy.

- Lore Man tells Scuffle Man to begin. Quackity asks George if he has any last words. George places down the cornflower on the battlefield. It is time.

Scuffle Man: “Ten paces SCUFFLE!”

- The scuffle begins. Quackity’s legs are broken. They continue fighting. The Scuffle Man stops the scuffle. Something has gone wrong: Lore Woman has been shot in the head! She rebrands to Lore Lady.

- Quackity tells them that it must end with George and Lore Man in one final scuffle. Lore Man says he wants to use the weapon meant for George: the enchanted sleep sword. George responds that he shall plunge the scuffle rock into Lore Man’s chest.

- Lore Man tells George that they have known each other for many, many years. But he deserves to know the truth: he deserves to know his father.

Lore Man: “I am your father, Georgenotfound.”

- Lore Man and Lore Lady intended to create George to be the king of lore. But here he is, having slept through everything. Lore Man tells George that he wants George to make his first bit of lore. He says to take his sword -- named “Lore” -- and that he has only one canon life left.

- Lore Lady protests, but Lore Man insists that George must make his lore. George must make a widow of Lore Lady.

- Lore Man bows his head. He tells the floor goblin to take good care of his wife, and says to Lore Lady that he wishes for her to marry this man. George tells Lore Man to place his head upon the hay.

Lore Man: “Make me proud, son.”

George: “Farewell, Lore Man.”

- George decapitates his father.

GEORGE LORE.

LAST PART

WAKING UP.

- His conscience wakes George from a bed at Spawn. George discovers he has the Lore sword. George marches down the path into the distance.

- George’s stream starts off with a distorted version of C148′s Minecraft.

- George has no items. He speaks to Niki and Bad. Bad is confused when George mentions the floor goblin. Was it all just a dream?

- George turns around to see Mexican Dream. Mexican Dream tells George the story of how he visited Tommy and Dream killed him. He came back to see Mexican L’manburg. He found a way to come down here.

- George and MD reach the place where Mexican L’manburg used to be. They’re confused. Where is it? 

- Mexican Dream shouts at George -- where is Mexican L’manburg? George insists he thought it was there. Bad says George destroyed it while sleep-mining, or at least someone who looked like George.

- George asks, what if it was Bad? Niki vouches for Bad, she doesn’t think it was him. Mexican Dream is heartbroken. He doesn’t have much time down here. The timer already went off. He doesn’t know how long he has left.

- Bad says the person looked like Quackity, but with different clothes. Mexican Dream doesn’t know who Quackity is. George does, but he doesn’t know where Quackity  lives.

- Mexican Dream sees L’manhole. He’s shocked, but MD doesn’t care. He made Mexican L’manburg because he hated L’manburg. He was going to do it eventually himself anyways.

- They go to Quackity’s old house underneath Karl’s. MD tells them to leave the room while he inspects.

- George wonders why he smells smoke. They run back in to see MD lighting Quackity’s room ablaze. MD tells George to find out where Quackity is, or else. He then disappears.

- Badboyhalo says this might be a good thing, actually. Quackity has been rebelling against the Egg for so long, he had this coming. Niki is upset. She vouched for Bad, and now he’s happy that Quackity’s house is gone?

- They ask if Bad was trying to frame Quackity. Bad says that he can tell Quackity that this is what happens when you double-cross the Egg. 

George: “The Egg has actually messed you up. Can you even hear what you’re saying?!”

- Bad says they’re both coming with him. They’ll take a little trip to see the Egg. George asks why he’s acting like this. Niki whispers to George that maybe this is good, maybe they can find out what’s going on.

- Bad tells George that, anything he could possibly want, the Egg can give it to him. If Quackity asks what happened to his house, they have to lie to him and say that the Egg did it.

- DreamXD joins the game and greets them. They explain what’s going on.

- DreamXD tells George that he heard that yesterday, George made a deal with the devil and lost, so he kills Badboyhalo. The world is at balance now.

- He tells George that the stuff is his now, but George hesitates, wondering if it’s infected. Bad grabs the stuff back before George can take it.

- DreamXD returns to George, telling him that he gave him a chance at full Netherite. George asks for another chance, but DreamXD refuses. When George insists, DreamXD’s voice distorts.

George: “What happened to your voice?”

DreamXD: “You try and abuse my kindness -- I save you?! I save you, I give you full Netherite, you throw it away then you ask me for MORE!”

George: “I thought it was -- I thought it was fine?”

DreamXD: “Oh, it’s so fine, it’s fine -- everything’s fine! It’s all just a game to you, George!”

George: “I don’t know if I like this, DreamXD.”

DreamXD: (normal) “Oh, ok.”

- Niki asks if he’s sure he’s awake right now. George gets annoyed at Enderman sounds everywhere. He asks why DreamXD is acting like this.

- DreamXD says he doesn’t come here very often. George points out that he comes here a lot when George is here. DreamXD explains that George invited him. DreamXD doesn’t want to scare George. It just comes out sometimes.

Dream: “George, it’s me, Dream!”

George: “Dream? ...Dream?”

DreamXD: “Hm...he’s gone.”

- George says he would rather be with Bad and the Egg at this point. DreamXD starts to chase him.

George: “Dream?”

DreamXD: “Who’s Dream?”

- DreamXD laughs and says he’s not going to hurt George.

- George asks what DreamXD wants. DreamXD says he simply wants George’s acceptance. He wants to be George’s friend. 

George: “I can’t even hit you. What’s wrong with you? And now you’re flying.”

DreamXD: “I’m god.”

- George tells DreamXD to prove it by giving him the best armor in the world.

DreamXD: “You really try and abuse me again.”

George: “No, we’re friends, we’re friends! This is what friends do, they give each other gifts.”

DreamXD: “All friends beg each other for stuff?! Apologize!”

- George apologizes. DreamXD forgives him. 

DreamXD: “I mean, at least you don’t try and like, hunt me or something.”

...

George: “Dream. How do we just go back to normal?”

DreamXD: “What do you mean?”

George: “How do we fix this? You’re being --”

DreamXD: “I’m not Dream...I’m not Dream. Sort of. I’m a part of him.”

George: “You look like Dream.”

- DreamXD gives George some diamonds. George asks what to make.

DreamXD: “Whatever your heart desires.”

- George gets a holy spoon. They see Badboyhalo approach. DreamXD shouts at him and scares Bad off.

- They do it again, George aiming to troll Bad. But DreamXD gets a bit morbid. George says he doesn’t think DreamXD should have done that, but DreamXD thought it was a fun prank.

- They go over to Karl’s Harry Potter home and descend into the wedding chapel. DreamXD doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong.

- George gets frustrated by the Endermen sounds again. DreamXD wants to learn. He doesn’t know when things are too far because he isn’t like George.

- George then teaches DreamXD to apologize to Bad, then suggests they prank Niki. Instead, DreamXD scares her away too.

- They pull a harmless prank on Niki in Church Prime, but Niki didn’t find it very funny.  DreamXD asks if Niki would like to see a magic trick. He makes her “disappear” by killing her. DreamXD brings her back. He says he sent her to Hell and brought her back into the church. 

- Niki tells George good luck with him and then runs away. George says he’s done. 

DreamXD: “Why are you giving up on me?”

George: “You’re scaring me.”

DreamXD: “I don’t wanna--”

George: “I just want to go back and eat my food like I used to, you know, back to the old times, farming my food, all in peace, where I don’t have to worry about you killing people, being weird...”

DreamXD: “But you’re giving up on me!”

George: “It just doesn’t look like you’re making an effort. I don’t know. I’m sorry, but...it looks bad on me, you know?”

DreamXD: “Well...well I’m sorry...”

- DreamXD says George can teach him. He makes a pun about axes. He’s learning!

- DreamXD asks for forgiveness. George asks what’s in it for him.

DreamXD: “I can give you your heart’s desires.”

- He doesn’t know what’s in it for George, but asks for George to just forgive him. George says that he’ll forgive DreamXD and give him a chance only if he gives George Netherite armor and tools.

DreamXD: “We can be powerful together! You can teach me, and I can teach you! I can teach you so many things!”

- George says he’ll be his friend if DreamXD gives the things to him. DreamXD insists on forever. George has to promise.

George agrees. Forever. DreamXD says if he’s lying, he will tear George limb from limb. They will be the best of friends!

- DreamXD gives George the Netherite. DreamXD puts on his Ender Dragon head. They will remember this moment. They take a celebratory picture.

- George posts it on Twitter. (DreamXD doesn’t like Twitter because they cancel him for murder)

- DreamXD says he will see George another time and disappears.

- George goes off on his own, wondering why he keeps hearing Endermen where there aren’t any.

- A sentient anthropmorphic cow version of Quackity visits George in the spider spawner and shows him a dog in the floor named Pluto, then starts talking to George about Yeezys

- George notices the cow is holding a...scuffle rock? Cow Quackity says goodbye and George wakes up in his bed at Spawn again.

He has everything DreamXD gave him.

[l0veraven]

Politely, there are some variations in how people use the term "POC". Some think it applies moreso to Black/Indigenous people, but I see where you're coming from.

"Jaden and Riley are the end couple. Jaden is a POC, Riley is half white, and the side of Riley that is of color is very easily forgettable (I literally forgot that she's half Asian while writing this and had to come back to add to it)"

We acknowledge that Riley is half-Chinese, but it's also unfortunately a forgettable aspect to her since there's not much said about that part of her. Sure, you could say her eyes could be an indicator of her race, but that's really all that can be said. To memory, I don't think her last name has been used within the comic, only in the cast page.

TL;DR: Will be dating in the future (Ghanaian x White/Chinese)

"Riley and Blaire are both white"

Riley is mixed race, so calling her white or Asian isn't an inaccurate description (kinda like how someone could refer to me as just Mexican or Black and they'd still be right). Since not many people remember that Riley is Asian, though, the relationship has an outward appearance of a romance between two white people.

TL;DR: Dating (White x White/Chinese)

"Jaden and Alexis were both POC. And then got nuked shortly thereafter and we haven't even seen Alexis in the actual story since then"

Some people debate on whether or not certain European ethnicities count as being POC (Alexis is Greek but this is where some people have an argument of if that makes someone "white" or not, which is a more of an American concept since we were the ones to define that Irish people could be considered white people because of politics and race). For the sake of the argument, we'll say that Alexis is a POC. She didn't last outside of the flashback, so that sucks. There's plot relevance for it, certainly, which is why I'm not getting mad about it.

TL;DR: Broke up (Ghanaian x Ethnic European)

"Chez and Parniya are both POC, but are one of the least focused on couples in the whole comic despite being actually important supporting characters"

Yup, Shez and Parniya are underdeveloped as a romantic couple. Tbh, we don't know a whole lot about Parniya. Still find it wild how Shez got a whole backstory chapter when Riley hasn't yet.

TL;DR: Underdeveloped (Malay x Iranian)

"Poppy and Sardonica are white and POC"

Yup. Also hardly seen.

TL;DR: Dating (White x Nigerian)

"Kylie and Naaz haven't reappeared since the first few chapters"

These are the landladies, and I doubt we'll see them again until the lease ends up expiring (I'm assuming that the plot would have advanced enough for the landladies to become relevant again).

TL;DR: Married (Aboriginal x Indian)

"Josie and Jacobus are both POC but Jacobus is dead"

TL;DR: Man died. Single black woman.

"Murphy is Irish and Hannah is Aboriginal. They're not dating, but they are quite close and could date in future."

TL;DR: Not dating (Irish x Aboriginal)

"Ari is Jewish and has a one-sided crush on Violet, who's Black. But Violet wants to hold off on dating until Faith is in high school."

TL;DR: Not dating (Jewish x Black) and the crush is DEFINITELY one-sided from what I can tell

"Speaking of, Faith is Black and has a crush on Jaden... but it'll never be reciprocated because ... well, Faith's a child."

TL;DR: We're not acknowledging a child crushing on an adult as a legitimate love interest

"Tina is mixed‐race white and Malaysian and has a crush on Jacob, who's Black."

TL;DR: Not dating but could in theory (Ghanaian x White/Malay)

"Jasper is Filipino and has a crush on Kai, who's white. Clancy is white and has a crush on Jasper."

TL;DR: Simping but nothing official (Filipino x White x White) [No, I don't think they'd end up as a thruple]

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IN CONCLUSION, there's not many POC dating POC. Like. AT ALL.

That's the point being made, nothing more complicated than that. Ultimately, it's Rusty's story, she can do what she wants, but it's worth pointing out that there's an issue with media where it loves pairing POC with White people. Most instances of mixed race people in media are POC x White, but never something like a Black person dating someone Asian or other forms of interracial dating/marriage.

And just because a minimum of one pairing in media features interracial relationships within communities of color, that doesn't inherently make it a prime example of good representation.

That's all I wanted to add. I'm not talking further on this.

Spoke about this in the Leasecord server, so now I'll be putting it here too:

Anybody notice how there seems to be little to no relationships in Leasebound where a person of color is dating another person of color. Likeeeeee

Jaden and Riley are the end couple. Jaden is a POC, Riley is half white, and the side of Riley that is of color is very easily forgettable (I literally forgot that she's half Asian while writing this and had to come back to add to it)

Riley and Blaire are both white

Jaden and Alexis were both POC. And then got nuked shortly thereafter and we haven't even seen Alexis in the actual story since then

Chez and Parniya are both POC, but are one of the least focused on couples in the whole comic despite being actually important supporting characters

Poppy and Sardonica are white and POC

Kylie and Naaz haven't reappeared since the first few chapters

Josie and Jacobus are both POC but Jacobus is dead

So, overall, that leaves little to 0 actual POC dating POC.

Something I've kind of noticed in a lot of queer media where the creator of said media is subtly but not so subtly racist is that they'll almost never include a relationship where both participants involved are POC, they either both have to be white or one of the members is white. Interracial relationships are always encouraged, we definitely need more of those, especially more queer ones, but it does get a little weird and sus when literally all of your interracial relationships in your story are just white and POC. And considering Rusty already has a bit of an unclean track record in relation to her POC characters and how she depicts them, this doesn't exactly feel too out of the realm of possibilities for her.

Adding to this, to quote the lovely @chrysalis-the-butterfly for their addition to my original rant:

"That's interesting to note. A few more couples to add:

Murphy is Irish and Hannah is Aboriginal. They're not dating, but they are quite close and could date in future.

Ari is Jewish and has a one-sided crush on Violet, who's Black. But Violet wants to hold off on dating until Faith is in high school.

Speaking of, Faith is Black and has a crush on Jaden, who's also Black. That's a POC loving another POC, bit it'll never be reciprocated because ... well, Faith's a child.

Tina is mixed‐race white and Malaysian and has a crush on Jacob, who's Black.

Jasper is Filipino and has a crush on Kai, who's white. Clancy is white and has a crush on Jasper.

So, yeah, still not much rep of POC dating POC, besides Shez and Parniya, Kylie and Hazel (nearly called Kylie Kai), and Jaden and Alexis."

Thank you Chrysalis.

Soooo, yeah. A little weird. At the very least, Leasebound isn't pulling a Kissing Booth (or 99% of other heterosexual Netflix love stories) where the POC love interest is the obviously better choice but the main female lead goes for the white love interest who treats her like shit anyways because of bullshit reasons. Can't stand that shit, fucking hate The Kissing Booth.

[serasvictoria]

Stupid Games - Chapter 3 (part 2)

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader x Ubbe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Double penetration (it was kind of unavoidable I think?)

Word Count: 12.846 total

Summary: You used to live next to the Lothbroks when you were younger, but you moved away and haven't seen them since. A wedding brings you back to town after many years and during a bachelorette party you run into the brothers again.

Notes: Part two! What else can I say? More smut.

The movie that I mention in one paragraph is Y tu mamá también which is an excellent movie that I cannot recommend enough.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part 1)

Screencap provided by @underragingwaves. Other images from Pinterest.

Tagging @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @ritual-unions-gotme @vikingstrash @pomegranates-and-blood @quantumlocked310 @adrille88 @actual-queen-of-hell @youbloodymadgenius @punkrocknpearls @zuxiezendler

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You woke up wedged between two bodies the next morning. Ubbe was on his back and your head was resting on his chest, your leg shoved in between his thighs and your hand draped around his waist. Hvitserk lay sprawled out on top of you, head pressed against your shoulder and you could feel him drooling all over you. He had his leg over your hip and when you looked down, you saw that it was also wrapped over his older brother’s thigh.

If you didn’t know them so well, you might find this entire sleeping arrangement odd, but the relationship that they had with each other had always been overly familiar. Even as teenagers, seeing Hvitserk and Ubbe pressed closely against each other’s side during movie nights had been fairly normal. They also constantly pressed their foreheads together and they never cared who saw them do it either.

They were very comfortable around each other so why should you feel otherwise? And that knowledge combined with what had happened last night, made you wonder how often they had done something like this before.

For some reason you thought about a movie that you had seen once, which centered around the friendship between two Mexican boys and a road trip that they have with an older woman. The movie was incredibly sexy and very sad at the same time. The relationship between the boys deteriorated throughout the movie with jealousy and betrayal at the heart of it all, but at the end, fueled by alcohol, all three of them end up in bed together and after a kiss between the two male leads, it is very much left up to the imagination of the viewer what actually happened. Odd that you would think of such a sad movie at a time like this, while laying in between these two.

Ubbe shifted underneath you and you heard a low chuckle before his hand shot out, connecting sharply with skin. Only it wasn’t your skin...

“Serk!” Ubbe groaned and you felt Hvitserk move. “Get off of her.”

“No.” Hvitserk’s voice sounded sluggish, his lips moving over your shoulder blade as he spoke. Then his hips jerked up against your ass, his growing erection pressed in between the tops of your thighs and you felt his lips creep up into a smile. “Why’d you hit me?”

“Thought it was sleeping beauty over here.” Ubbe tickled your side and made you snort with laughter. “Didn’t know you were on top of her.”

“You didn’t notice that I was a lot heavier than I was last night?” you asked him. “I know that your brother isn’t exactly a heavy weight, but the weight of us combined should have told you that it wasn’t just me that was on top of you.”

“It’s still early.”

“You’re an idiot, Ubbe.” Hvitserk started laughing uncontrollably and you could feel him shift as he started kissing a trail from your shoulder up to your neck. “All bulk and no brain. Sad really.”

“You did not just say that.” Ubbe’s arm reached around you to shove Hvitserk off of you and seconds later you were on your back as Ubbe pinned you underneath him. “Anything else you wanted to say?”

“At least you’re easy on the eye so you’ve got that going for you.” You squealed with laughter when his lips descended on your shoulder and he started biting you. “Stop!”

“No.” Ubbe tried to make his voice sound low and threatening, but you could hear the obvious amusement in his tone. “You deserve this. Bad girls need to be taught a lesson.”

“I didn’t lie. I just thought that you deserved to be told the truth,” you replied defiantly, only for your words to grow higher pitched the harder he bit you. “Are you marking me?”

“He is.” When you turned your head in the direction of Hvitserk’s voice, you saw him lying on his side next to you, head propped up with his arm and his other hand lazily stroking his cock. “You’re such a child, brother.”

“Takes one to know one.” Ubbe’s words sounded muffled because he hadn’t pulled his mouth away from your neck yet. “Do you yield?”

“I don’t know. I think I got this one in the bag.” One of his hands connected with your thigh sharply and you yelped. “I can still win this thing, big guy.”

Ubbe pulled away from you and flipped you on your stomach in a flash. His palm came down on your right ass cheek almost instantly. Then his hand connected with the other cheek and the sound of him spanking you started echoing through the room. You pushed your hips up off the bed to provide him better access and pressed your face into a pillow to muffle your cries.

There was another hand on your arm, belonging to Hvitserk, his caress comforting. His gentle touch combined with what his older brother was doing to your behind was giving you a delicious mix of sensations. Hvitserk shoved his hand underneath your chest suddenly, fingers seeking out the nipple closest to him and his fingernails dug into your pliant flesh.

Twisting your head to the side, you cried out, “Enough with the foreplay! Someone fuck me already!”

There was one final slap on your ass, harder than the ones that had preceded it, and then Ubbe’s hand slipped between your thighs to cup your sex. You pressed back against his hand, low moan escaping from your lips when he found you sufficiently wet and then he was gone.

“You’re ready,” he grunted from your side and you sat up on your knees to see him lying next to you, settled on his back with his arms folded behind his head. “Come on then.”

“Lazy bastard.” Your eyes flicked down to his groin and his cock was already proudly standing at attention. “What happens if I refuse?” Ubbe shot up, wrapped his hand around your upper arm and fixed you with such a powerful stare that you stopped breathing. It also made all your heart rate increase so much that you thought that your heart might burst out of your chest at any second. “Damn, Ubbe,” you finally breathed. “Was that supposed to intimidate me or turn me on more?”

“Both,” he replied with a self-satisfied smile. He gave you a quick kiss and lay back down. “Now get on top of me.”

You turned your attention to Hvitserk before complying with Ubbe’s request. Hvitserk was still laying there and seemed content to just watch for now. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you moved your hand in between your legs, the pad of your finger lazily rubbing up and down between your folds. It was almost like he knew what was coming next.

When your finger was coated in your own juices, you moved it towards his lips and he opened his mouth wide for you. Since he had a thing for your taste and was going to have to wait his turn, it felt like you were offering him an appetizer. He grabbed your wrist, sucking on your finger greedily. You winked at him when he released you and moved back to Ubbe who still had that same smug expression on his face as before.

Ubbe grinned up at you when you straddled him and you gave his cock a few strokes before guiding him into you. You sat back slowly, taking him in inch by inch until he was completely inside you. You kept your movements languid and unhurried. It was too early to ride him like a cowgirl might ride a wild bull and the way that Ubbe was gazing up at you told you that he didn’t necessarily mind taking it slow. You’d grind down, getting as much friction out of it as possible, while he’d lazily push up.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” Hvitserk groaned next to you and your eyes briefly flitted over to meet his. The second you looked away, Ubbe pinched your thigh, a silent reminder to make sure you kept all your attention focused on him. “So jealous, brother.”

“Fuck you.”

“Now boys, no fighting.” You threw your head back and moaned loudly when Ubbe thrust up once with more force. “Plenty of me to go round.”

Those words seemed to spur Hvitserk on for some reason. He pushed himself up suddenly and seconds later, he was sitting behind you, in between his brother’s legs. Ubbe’s hands were already on your hips and Hvitserk covered them with his own. You felt Hvitserk give his brother’s hands an almost comforting squeeze and Ubbe chuckled lowly in reply. You got the feeling that they were silently communicating with each other, having grown so in tune over the years that they didn’t even need words at times.

“Fuck off, Serk.” There was one final tap on the back of Ubbe’s hands before Hvitserk settled his hands on your ass. “And ask first.”

“Ask me what?”

Hvitserk started kissing your neck and didn’t say anything. The longer the silence dragged on, the more curious you were getting. When he slid his thumbs in between the cleft of your ass though, you could practically guess at what his true intent was.

His hands followed the curve of your ass first, fingers caressing and exploring, squeezing occasionally. One of his thumbs brushed up against your other hole once, his touch so light that it could be thought of as accidental, but it soon grew more insistent. He still hadn’t asked you anything, but the way that he was massaging you down there, applying more pressure with every push of his finger, made you think that he was probably giving you an opportunity to tell him off. When you didn’t say anything, he groaned against your shoulder and moved one hand up to your chin so he could tilt your head back.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice husky when he spoke. “You gonna let me fuck your ass, sexy?” Hvitserk had talked just loud enough for Ubbe to hear. It was immediately clear that Ubbe was more than into this as well, because he thrust his hips up hard and fast into you a couple of times. “While my brother fills up your pussy?”

“Just be…” Your sentence was cut short when Ubbe pushed up harshly, tearing a sudden gasp from your throat. Hvitserk’s teeth were on your shoulder, biting you in the same spot where Ubbe had marked you earlier. “It’s been a while…”

“I can be gentle,” Hvitserk breathed against your skin. “Make sure you’re ready for me first.” You rocked your hips back and forth just to give Ubbe some of the movement that he sought so much before pushing your ass back against Hvitserk’s hand. “What do you say?”

If your mouth could form words, you would have replied, but try as you might nothing but harsh gasps and moans were coming out. When Hvitserk’s palm connected with your behind sharply, you were pulled out of your daze and moaned a low “yes”. He pressed his forehead against the base of your neck and whispered your name once. His voice sounded almost grateful that you had given him your consent and then he pulled away abruptly.

Hvitserk got off the bed completely and you could hear him rummaging around in one of the bedside cabinets. The thought of what was about to happen was almost too much and you threw your head back to move your hips a bit more forcefully against Ubbe. He groaned underneath you and thrust up, hitting the right spot within you every single time.

The bed dipped when Hvitserk got back on it and you looked over to him so you could see his excited grin before he took up his position behind you again. He put a hand on your shoulder and urged you to stop moving which you did with a sigh that was meant to convey your annoyance.

His long fingers brushed down your spine, following the line until they dipped down low enough. His touch was brief and lasted mere seconds. When you heard something plasticy behind you, a bottle being popped open, that just made it all the more real. This was actually going to happen. You had stopped moving all together now and then you felt his hand in between your shoulder blades, pressing you forward. Your face was inches from Ubbe and your eyes were firmly focused on each other, your breathing already coming in quick and short gasps in anticipation.

Hvitserk’s lubed finger started working on you gently, pressing inside at an unhurried pace. You gasped and from the way that Ubbe’s face twitched told you that you must have inadvertently clenched your walls around him. You’d apologise if you were able to, but the sensation of a finger slowly moving in and out of you while Ubbe’s cock was filling up your pussy to the brim was quite unlike anything that you had experienced ever before.

You shifted your hips, moaning while Hvitserk added another finger as Ubbe kept staring up at you in amazement. You kept squeezing your eyes shut because of this continued assault on your senses, but every time that you opened them Ubbe was looking straight at you. His bright blue eyes never once left your face and it gave you the feeling like he was studying your facial expression, as if to constantly make sure that you genuinely wanted to go through with this.

You flashed him what you hoped was a confident smile and it wasn’t until he smiled back that you were pleased that you had been able to convey your willingness. Closing the distance, your lips met his and despite what was happening, Ubbe’s hips gently moving underneath you and Hvitserk’s fingers working you open, the kiss was surprisingly tender and sweet.

“Think you’re ready for me.” The spell was broken when Hvitserk spoke and you briefly looked at him over your shoulder, making sure he saw the same smile that Ubbe had seen just now.

Hvitserk’s fingers shoved up roughly one last time, his control fast slipping, before removing them entirely. His hand suddenly came back at the top of your spine, pushing you further down still so he could get the right angle to enter you from. You pressed your chin on Ubbe’s broad shoulder. His movements underneath you are kept to a bare minimum, just enough to remind you that he’s still there. As if you could forget that when his cock had been keeping your pussy nice and full this entire time.

One final firm slap against your ass and then Hvitserk slowly started easing the tip of his cock into you. A string of expletives started tumbling from your lips as Hvitserk pressed himself into you at a snail’s pace and you worked so hard to stay relaxed, but without Ubbe’s comforting eyes on you, it was so hard.

As if sensing this, he moved his hands up from your hips to wrap them around your back, his touch instantly comforting you. The amount of pleasure that you felt almost overtook you and you already knew that you weren’t going to last long. The boys had ceased moving and you suddenly realised that Hvitserk was fully inside of you.

Two sets of hands grabbed your hips then, covering each other like before, squeezing you this time to silently let you know what a good job you were doing without saying anything. They gave you a short moment to get used to this new sensation, but that was all that you were getting. You let out a low moan when Ubbe tilted his hips up tentatively and when you shifted, you inadvertently pushed back against Hvitserk behind you, making your next moan sound more like a whine.

“I-I’m not g-gonna last,” you gasped when Hvitserk moved his hips back and forth. As soon as he stopped moving, Ubbe took over. “Fuck!” you cried out. “T-that feels so good…”

It didn’t take them long to find their rhythm, moving in tandem as they kept you impossibly full from both sides. You had no control over the sounds that you were making and the only thing that you hoped was that you weren’t drooling all over Ubbe’s shoulder at this point.

They were wrecking you. There was no other word for it.

Losing his control once more, Hvitserk started thrusting in and out of you harder and faster, to the point where it was simply impossible for Ubbe to keep up with the pace that he was now setting. Somewhere in between his gruelling movements, you felt your walls tighten, screaming through your teeth right into Ubbe’s ear as your climax tore through you. There was no chance to come down though, because every time that one of them moved, a new wave engulfed you and pulled you back down into the depths.

They had taken everything out of you. There was nothing left to give. You let out a shaky breath, your arms shook as you moved them because your muscles wouldn’t stop spasming. Moving together, you felt Ubbe’s lips on your clavicle and Hvitserk kissed you on the other side, on your shoulder. You realised that they were probably able to look at one another and briefly wondered what kind of silent communication was going on between them at the moment.

“Just a bit longer, hot stuff.” Those words reminded you that they weren’t done yet and you gritted your teeth when Hvitserk started pounding your ass in earnest to push himself over the edge. He was relentless, pushing you to lengths that you hadn’t thought possible before this. You were grateful when his rhythm finally faltered and he pulled out suddenly. You were so far gone at that point that you barely noticed that he painted your back with streaks of his cum. “Fuuuuuuuuck…”

The second that Hvitserk had pulled away, Ubbe grabbed handfuls of your ass and flipped you over with a growl. You yelped when your back connected with the mattress, but your noises were quickly silenced when he pressed his lips down on yours in a fiery kiss. Silencing your cries, he buried himself inside of you again in one quick thrust and started snapping his hips against yours hard and fast as he sought his own release.

Your nails scratched at his skin like you were some wild animal that was caught in the final death throes as some predator tried to rip its throat out. You wailed as Ubbe drove himself into you deeper and deeper, your whole body burning up as he managed to pull yet another climax out of you. His body dropped down on yours, his arms unable to hold him up anymore and your name was one long drawn out moan on his lips when he finally spilled his seed deep inside of you.

“Fuck.” He was taking deep gulps of air into his lungs, just as out of breath as you were. Your hands were still lazily wrapped around him and you slid them up to his head now so you could scratch at his shaved sides with your fingernails. He chuckled and then said, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You sounded so hoarse that your throat was burning with every word that came out of your mouth. “That was incredible.”

“Laying on top of you.” He pressed his hips against yours one last time before rolling off of you. When his already softening cock slipped out of your pussy, you could feel a trail of fluid trickling out. “Didn’t break you, did I?”

“Just my voice, big guy.”

“Good,” he replied with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want to break that sweet pussy of yours.”

“You’re such a sweet talker,” you replied with a giggle. “I don’t think I can walk anymore.”

“Mission accomplished, brother,” Hvitserk said from your other side. He reached out and started running his hand up and down your torso lazily, his fingers edging down lower with every pass. You pushed his hand away several times, but he would not be deterred. He propped himself up with his arm so he could look you in the eye. “I wanna eat you out.”

“Serk… I can’t...” “You can take it,” he said before you could finish your sentence. “Last one. I promise.”

“But Ubbe just…”

“So?” Before you could protest any more, he’d pushed himself up on his knees and moved to sit in between your legs. He loomed over you, his hands settling on your neck and then skimmed them down your chest. Your muscles spasmed in protest, but he ignored it. “Brother.”

Ubbe pushed himself up into a sitting position and pulled you against his chest. His big hands cupped your breasts, fingers playing with your nipples lazily. Hvitserk settled down on his stomach and pushed your thighs further apart. He blew hot air on your overworked pussy first then he dipped his head down and covered your swollen lips with his mouth. Hvitserk moaned against your core when he caught a taste of your juices mixed in with his older brother’s seed.

“Christ,” you said breathlessly, your hips coming off the mattress to push up against his face. “I can’t take this…”

“Shhh,” Ubbe crooned in your ear, his tone encouraging. “You’re a little trooper, you can handle anything.” The corner of your mouth twitched up and you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out loudly. “Told you that he loves doing this… might as well let him...”

*****

Unsurprisingly, you had fallen asleep again afterwards.

When you woke up again, you lay between them once more, enveloped in their warmth. Ubbe’s chest was pressed against your back, his breathing slow and steady. Hvitserk was in front of you, his hand lazily rubbing up and down your side. He wasn’t aware that you had woken up until you craned your head to look at the window and tried to figure out what time it was. There was a lot more light streaming through the curtains than there was when you first woke up. But it was practically impossible to determine whether that meant that it was morning or midday.

Before you could check if there was a clock hanging on one of the walls, Hvitserk had already cupped your face and pulled your head back down so he could kiss you. “Morning.” You caught sight of his beautiful smile before he moved back in again.

“Still morning then?”

“Think so.” He kept kissing you while the two of you talked. “Why? You got somewhere else you need to be?”

“I’d like to get out of bed at one point or another.”

“I won’t let you.” He started grinning against your lips and then he slid his tongue into your mouth when you meant to talk again. “We can stay here all day if you want to.”

“If either of you fucks me again, I might be forced to do just that.” Hvitserk seemed to think that you had meant that and one of his hands slid down your body a bit too quickly, like he was in a rush. You willingly opened your thighs for him and he nipped at your bottom lip when he found out that you were already getting aroused. “That was not an invitation.”

“You opened your legs for me,” he retorted. “I’d say that was an invitation.”

His fingers worked to get you more wet by the second and soon you were so soaked that you could hear his digits move as he slid them up and down. But you also were fully awake by now and somehow determined not to make it easy on him. You slammed your legs shut suddenly, trapping his hand between them. When he tried to twist his hand away, you clenched down harder and started giggling when he huffed in frustration.

“You are such a little tease.” He tried to sound annoyed, but you could feel him grinning against your skin when he ran his lips over your jaw. He used the same words back when the two of you were younger. He was constantly telling you how much you teased him, even over things that had not even remotely been meant to provoke a reaction from him. Somehow he managed to pull his hand free and he surged his hips forward so his erection was pressing against the top of your thigh. “Open up for me, baby.”

“No.” It was difficult to keep this up when you wanted it just as badly as he did, but you tried to fight the urge just a little bit longer. Making him work for it had always been very arousing to you and it still seemed to affect you now. Hvitserk had been quite prone to losing his cool and you always took some odd kind of satisfaction out of being the one that tipped him over the edge. “I think I want to get out of bed now.”

“Like hell you are,” he grumbled. Suddenly, he grabbed your hands which had been pressed against his chest, pulled you away from Ubbe and pushed you on your back. He caged you in his arms, his loose hair tickling your face, and he flashed you a grin before he descended on your neck. You couldn’t help but moan when he started sucking marks on the column of your throat which he then swiped his tongue over. “Still like pushing me.”

“Uh-huh.” He rammed his knee in between your thighs and pried them open. “You always act like some wild animal when I hold out on you.”

He barked out a laugh. Reaching down suddenly to grab one of your thighs forcefully, he pulled it to the side so he could move his narrow hips in between the opening that he had just created. His cock brushed up against your wet folds and he ran it over them teasingly a few times. He dipped his head down further and dragged his lips over your sternum. When he turned his mouth to the side, he started sucking on your skin and when he pulled away to look at what he had done, you saw that a red mark was already forming on the top of your breast.

“I want you so bad,” he whispered and he reached down so he could line himself up. “Always wanted you.” He didn’t allow you any time to prepare, because he plunged himself into you with one quick slam of his hips. “Fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last.”

“Me neither.” His movements were hurried and when you let out a loud moan, Ubbe stirred next to you and your eyes darted over to him for a split second. “Won’t he…”

“Not unless you start screaming,” he managed to get out in between grunts. “And you’re gonna have to be loud.”

“So make me,” you countered.

There was another laugh and he pulled out just so he could thrust back inside. “Fuck. Your. Pussy. Is. So. Fucking. Needy.” Every single one of his words was punctuated by a thrust. You wrapped your legs around his narrow waist and dug your heels into his ass in an attempt to guide his movements a little. It only made him pound into you all the harder.

Hvitserk really seemed to be taking your comment about not being able to leave the bed if someone fucked you again quite seriously. For he seemed very determined to make sure that you would never be able to walk again. Every time that he tore a louder moan from your throat, he laughed breathlessly, pulled out completely for a few short seconds before continuing his onslaught. You could feel your body start to burn, a combination of your impending orgasm and from your muscles having been worked to within an inch of their lives.

You cupped his face with your hands and pulled him down so you could press an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. It was more sloppy than anything else, but you hoped that he also caught on to how it was meant to be received as a loving gesture. He attempted to deepen the kiss, but it was an entirely futile effort. You were both panting too hard to be able to do anything else other than just share each other’s hot breath. Frustrated that what he wanted to do wasn’t exactly working, he growled once and pressed his forehead against yours instead.

Since you didn’t have to hold his face in place anymore, you slid your hands through his hair. When you twisted your fingers in a few strands and gave a light tug, you noticed that a few muscles in his face twitched and that his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. Hvitserk obviously liked having his hair pulled. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised if that was the main reason why he kept it long to begin with.

The muscles in your thighs spasmed, tightening around him as your climax started to build. You made a noise that was halfway between a sob and a moan and despite somehow knowing that your combined noises had woken up Ubbe a while ago, you were still surprised when a hand suddenly shoved itself in between your bodies, a single long finger finding your swollen clit with ease and swirling around it in hurried movements.

It took everything you had in you not to scream your release straight into Hvitserk’s face, though knowing him, he probably would have loved that. Instead, you bit your lower lip hard enough so that you could taste the metallic tang of your own blood. Your orgasm burned through you in the same manner that a fire would rush through a forest if there was a strong wind to make it spread faster, burning everything in its path. Hvitserk in turn was unable to keep looking at you and dropped his head down to your neck. He repeated your name over and over again, his hips managing just a few more tiny thrusts before he finished.

You were vaguely aware of Ubbe moving next to you, mumbling something about breakfast before he disappeared altogether and left you alone with Hvitserk.

Hvitserk’s breath was still coming hard and fast. It took you a while before you were able to move again and every muscle in your body burned like you’d just run a marathon. For no reason at all, you poked a finger in his side lazily and when he laughed, you laughed along with him. It was that infectious. But when he suddenly stopped laughing and went quiet, you ran your hands up and down his back. You got the feeling that he was building up to something and waited patiently for him to vocalise it.

“Is this…” You could feel his Adam's apple moving when he swallowed hard to moisten his throat. “Is this real?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Dunno.” He suddenly pushed himself up with his arms so he could look you in the eye as his face hovered over yours. “Could be dreaming.”

“Are you implying that I’m just a figment of your imagination? Hm? Is that what I am?”

“Maybe.” He sounded slightly unsure of himself for some unfathomable reason. “Who knows what you are.”

“Serk.” You cupped his face very much like you did earlier and simply held him while you peered deeply into his hazel eyes. “I’m just me. Same as I’ve always been.” Lifting your head off the pillow, you gave him a light kiss. “You’re acting funny.”

“Am I?” He tried to turn his head to look away, but you firmly kept him in place. Something was up, but you didn’t know what was wrong since he was being evasive for some reason. “You know something…”

“Hmm?” He kissed you this time and since you weren’t panting messes at the moment, he could deepen the kiss. Your mouths moved together with ease, like this was how it was supposed to be. You hummed contently when he broke the kiss and started leaving light kisses all over your face instead. “What were you gonna say?”

“What?” You just caught sight of his radiant smile before he left alternating kisses on your eyelids. “Wasn’t going to say anything.”

“You were.” His movements got more urgent and you pinched his side. “Don’t distract me.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Later.” When you looked less than impressed, he sighed deeply and nuzzled his nose against your neck to leave gentle kisses in a place where he wouldn’t be able to see your facial expression. “I promise.” He dipped his head down lower so he could drag his lips over your clavicles. “I just… it feels like I’ll ruin everything if I say it.”

“You know you’re only making me more curious, right?”

“I’m sorry.” He halted his movements and laid his head on your chest. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders and placed the other one on the top of his head. “Can we just lay here for a bit longer?”

“If that’s what you want.”

What Hvitserk had wanted to tell you was still a complete mystery by the time that he released you and pulled you along with him to get out of bed, but it was pretty clear that he was slowly building up to that so you decided not to pressure him.

He would tell you in his own time...

[luxshine]

Y yo a ti, Cas -segunda parte. Because of course Mexican Cas pulled us out of despair and can throw us back in.

Ok, so the last 24 hours have been a bit of a rollercoaster and now I have another post to write about how dubbing is made. Because I love Misha a lot, and I respect him but… the whole rouge translator thing just doesn’t jive with reality.

Now, first of all I want to make a disclaimer: I do not believe that there’s a conspiracy to keep Dean closeted and away from Castiel. That makes absolutely no sense, no matter how you slice it. Among other things, conspiracy implies intent, and I really doubt the CW, Warner Bros and everyone involved in the marketing choices cares that much. At most, I think that there was a misunderstanding of marketing/PR and now people are doubling down on trying to pretend it didn’t happen. But a conspiracy? Nope. This isn’t THAT important, and it would require a LOT of people involved to make things work.

Which is precisely why the rouge translator thing doesn’t work. Because you would need a conspiracy to MAKE Destiel canon in order for it to be real.

Second: As I write this, I still don’t have an answer from the voice actors. But rest assured, WHEN they reply (or we can organize a panel so YOU guys can ask directly), I will tell you the absolute truth. If I am wrong with my assumptions, and it WAS a rouge translator, I will let you know, and I will admit I was wrong. And if it was from the audio (say, a Jensen adlib) or the actual script? I will also let you know.

Third: I don’t doubt that Misha REALLY believes the rogue translator thing, if it was told to him by TPTB. There’s no reason to believe he knows how dubbing works in Mexico, nor how many people check the final product. Or that he even watched the episode, instead of believing it was a fan clip. Also, I respect him immensely and I don’t want any hate send his way.

That said, let’s go into how dubbing works, again.

For the sake of argument, I will start with the idea that yes, there was a “Rogue translator” who decided that THIS was the perfect moment to make Destiel canon. Not, say, Season 8 when he could have translated an “I need you” from Dean into an “I love you” when the god tablet thing happened, not in season 12, or during the purgatory prayers. No, the best moment was two episodes before the finale, when he had to know that Cas was not coming back. 

And yes, the translator knew Cas was not coming back because when we translate series, we get them in packages of 5 episodes or more at the time. So they must have had 15x16 to 15x21 (The interview special) all together. So they knew that this was Cas’s exit from the series.

Now, in my previous post I said how in the old times, we used vhs tapes and paper copies of the shooting scripts (when they were available that was not always). Now a days, we get the video file and a word document (if we’re lucky. If not, we make the word file). Translate everything. Go through it AGAIN to make sure the lip sync matches and that we don’t have huge speeches when there’s a small window of time to say the speech because of the language differences. Check that we didn’t accidentally used a slang word that only Mexico would understand. If the show is not PG-13, make sure our swearwords are not too bad or too localized. THEN we send it to the studio, which prints about four copies of the script and hands it,and the video, to the Dub director.

The dub director then goes and re-watches every episode, while checking the script. Some directors don’t speak the language, so they’re just checking cadence, time, and the damned lip sync. (And if you, as a translator, don’t match the lip sync? You are either back to training or out of a word if you get too many strikes). So sure, you could slip a change of line there, IF the director doesn’t speak German, or Japanese, or Hindi.

But almost every single dub director speaks English. So a change from “Don’t do this, Cas” to “And I, you, Cas” would be noticed then and there, and changed to the right line. Which means that, for the rogue translator thing to work, we’d have to add also a rogue dub director.

And honestly, do you see a professional dub director with more than 15 years of experience (because you don’t give a series to a newbie, and Supernatural had the same dub director for all it’s run) risking his job for ONE line?

Anyway, in the times before the plague dub actors were called in groups to the study to record, in order to save audio tracks. So, for example, all the Inner Senshi would record together when doing Sailor Moon, and I assume in Supernatural, Sam and Dean’s lines would also be recorded together, while Dean and Cas might have been or not. Depending on times and so on. So you’d had at least 3 people in the studio: Dean’s VA, the dub director and the sound technician. ALL of them checking what was being said, what was in the script, and listening to the original audio.

Some actors would also make corrections to the script there, making some lines easier to read, and, again, checking those damn lip letters (Can you tell I HATE the lip letter thing?) . I remember fondly the VA for Sailor Jupiter, Araceli de Leon (RIP), who was known as “The Corrector”, since she would go through ALL the scripts for everyone with a red pen. The day I handed a script she didn’t find any corrections, I was jumping out of joy. So if 15x18 was recorded AT the dubbing studio? Someone who knew English could’ve caught the difference between the “Don’t do this” and the “And I you”, making it harder for our rogue translator to go unnoticed.

But let’s say it was recorded post-quarantine, when voice actors work alone at home, in their own private sound studios. I have no idea if they would have the director at hand through zoom, but I assume so. In any case, the VA would STILL have the original audio to know how the lines were said, and after 4 years of dubbing Dean Winchester, I will assume that the VA knows at the very least a little bit of English so if his script said “And I, you Cas” but he heard Jensen say “Don’t do it, Cas”, he would’ve made a correction there.

That’s now two people who would have to ignore the rouge translator’s actions, and even help them, in order for this theory to work.

And then the audio goes back to the director, who checks it again, makes sure it is lip synced and well acted, and sent to the audio technician who mixes it all, and now we have a THIRD person who could’ve said “Hey… uhm… this line? Is not what it says in the original” and by this time, we’d have to have a conspiracy to keep that “And I, you, Cas” in the final product.

Which brings me to person number four: Once the dubbing is done? It’s reviewed by the client (In this case, WB Latam), who gives the final say and CAN ask for redubs if necessary.

Story time. When I was doing this for a living, I got a series that had the WEIRDEST line ever. A line that made me triple check I was hearing things right (because it was a damn adlib that I couldn’t check with the script)

It was: “I’ve been listening to jazz even since I was a sperm swimming in my father’s testicles”.

So yeah.

I was a pro, so I didn’t censor it or change it and send it as it was to the director. Who OF COURSE called me and asked “Are you 100% sure that’s the line?” (This was in Japanese, and he didn’t speak Japanese. He trusted me). And I said “yeah, but if you need to change it, we can find another way to say “I’ve been a Jazz fan since before I was born”. “ He, Jack bless him, said “Nah. If that’s the original, let’s keep the original”.

The client was NOT amused and we had to change it in the final product.

Now, this was a throw away line by a secondary character that never appeared again in the series, in a small scene that probably only I remember. And the client still said “Nope, change that”. I’d like to believe that a line that changes the relationship between two main characters would have the same, if not more, scrutiny from TPTB.

Which makes now four people who would have had to either ignore the actions of the rogue translator, or actively participate in a conspiracy to make Destiel Latam canon.

Which, I dunno about you, sounds like way too much effort for something that was going to last for exactly one second before Cas got sucked into the Empty.

Someone made a mistake? Probably. But I am more willing to bet it was whoever sent the master video file to the studio than the dub studio, if that line wasn’t supposed to be there.

[no-more-rqs]

at one point there was an account that was for anti-radqueers and radqueers to talk respectfully but it got deleted or terminated or something? and the account was barely active and i sent like 3 asks that never got posted even though i sent them at least a couple weeks before the account was gone </3

also i think a very big problem that the anti-radqueer community has is like. "oh this is weird so its bad and harmful" which is just. wrong. like instead of actually having conversations about why things are wrong people will just go "that flag is ugly kys lol" or "transhaircolor?? thats not a thing youre stupid". the fact that ugly flags exist (which i do agree, there are plenty of flags that have a lot of eyestrain or clashing colors, but literally why do people bring that up first??) is not even close to the problem and people are just saying that because its a lot easier to go "erm youre stupid" and get a bunch of laughs and reblogs than it is to actually have conversations

someone being transhaircolor or transeyecolor or transfreckles or transgoth is not harmful, even if people might consider it "weird" to have a label for it. someones desired hair color or eye color or whatever might be very important to them and they might want a label for it, or maybe they just like having a bunch of pretty flags to look at! these labels arent any more harmful than hyperspecific xenogenders or other microlabels

you could make the argument that using the "trans" prefix is bad because its comparing all these experiences to being transgender. i used to believe that heavily until i realized that like... actually why does that matter. the trans experience is extremely vast and there are tons of people who are trans where their trans identity is a very small part of who they are. making it seem like being transgender is some Very Important Special Thing is just transmed rhetoric

and also, in the case of anti-radqueers, this rhetoric never gets applied to things like transspecies or transsexual? you could make the case that those are "more important" or "more similar to the transgender experience" than something like transheight or transpersonality but 1 who are you to determine how important something is to someone 2 its like less than a hundred people using these terms calm down and 3 the trans experience isnt a monolith and honestly i relate more to someone whos transbluehair transyelloweyes transfreckles transcatears than i do to someone who yells at people online that their transgender identity is special and unique and morally better than non-harmful transids

literally the only complaint i have with non-harmful transids is that its all the exact same prefix and style of word and it just gets boring and potentially confusing

a lot of people on the internet have the mindset of "im right, everyone besides me and the people who agree with me are all wrong, and anyone who tells me otherwise is stupid". in fact i would say the majority of people have that mindset. and it leads to "discourse" (basically just people yelling their opinions back and forth without listening to the other person) which solves nothing and just makes things worse. most people go into arguments wanting to prove the other person wrong, not wanting to actually have a genuine conversation. that probably wont change anytime soon but i will still try

as for my own experience in being super pro-radqueer:

the reason i identified as "transblack" was because my skin is fairly dark and i felt like that meant i wasnt really mexican. i told this to my radqueer friends and, instead of telling me that i was still my actual race, they told me that me feeling like i wasnt mexican was race dysphoria and encouraged me to find another race that fit me better. someone told me that i should identify as transblack because my skin is already dark and then people would "get my race correct". i think i specifically ended up identifying as mexican and black? im pretty sure i identified as a term that meant i was like. 100% mexican and 100% black at the same time because honestly i just wanted to be mexican but i thought i had to identify as transrace or i would be lying to myself

i identified as "transnazi" because of my intrusive thoughts. i have a lot of intrusive thoughts about being a horrible person. radqueers constantly bring up "people with intrusive thoughts identify as transharmful" and that made me think it was something thatd be helpful. i identified as a transnazi partially to try and make myself feel better, and partially just to fit in with everyone else identifying as transharmful so people would think i was cool and edgy. it did nothing to help because, guess what, accepting your intrusive thoughts as fact makes them way fucking worse.

i identified as transorientation because im aromantic (cupioromantic specifically) and i felt like i was lying to myself and hurting the people im dating by being aro. i expressed my feelings about not feeling like i should be aromantic. once again, instead of telling me that i dont need to feel romantic attraction to love and care about people, i just got told i must be transalloromantic. i was given tips on how to "transition" and told how to make subliminals to make me alloromantic, and i immediately started trying to force myself to feel romantic attraction. it didnt work and, after i left the community, i eventually accepted myself for being aro and im now very thankful that my "transitioning" didnt work.

so, yeah, adding onto the toxic positivity, a lot of transid people (with transids centered around race and disability and orientation especially) are sometimes not identifying as that because of atypical dysphoria, but because they want to be more accepted by others or have their lives be easier. obviously not all of them are doing that, but its definitely a problem with how the community never wants to invalidate peoples transids and only encourages them to transition even if its clear that the person is only doing that because they hate their own race or hate being disabled or for other similar reasons

rare radqueer opinion

(taps mic) i believe in atypical dysphoria (boos from one side) (taps mic again) i believe that the current state of transids/transx can be harmful to some of the communities which the individuals id-ing as transx are from, and in some cases can also harm cisid individuals in question, accidentally or purposefully (confusion from everyone) (taps mic a third time) i think we should have respectful discussion on how these communities can be more accepting and respectful towards "cisids" without devaluing the experiences of those who experience "transids" (and develop clearer boundaries regarding more harmful transids) i think that would be nice :D [gen posi]

[hopelesshawks]

Hey hey pspspsps if ur down to write some genshin headcanons👀👀 I’d loveee to see some modern au Tohma, Xiao, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli and Diluc headcanons 👀👀 like college age mayhaps 👀👀

Ohhh ok BUCKLE UP KIDS it’s Genshin modern college au headcanons here we go!

Warnings for alcohol mention and very brief mention of recreational drug use

I feel like I should disclaimer that I’m in a coed frat and went to a small to mid size technical school that’s pretty nerdy so my experience with frats is probably very different and not nearly as gross as the like general US State School experience can be

Tohma

Smooth talker, big man on campus 100%

Probably joined a frat literally the minute he could for the connections and so he could meet even more people

Dude has been throwing ragers since like the first month of his freshman year, you don’t know how he knows so many goddamn people on campus he just does

Seems like a player and hopeless flirt but is actually such a dorky little himbo when you get to know him

If you need any kind of recommendation on anything he’s your guy. From the best spots to nap on campus to the best restaurants within walking distance.

In a relationship he’s super open about his affection and probably is into PDA. It’s not a possessive thing, he’s just so in awe he gets to have you that he wants to enjoy every second of it so why miss out on a hug or kiss from you just because there’s a few people around

Xiao

The first several times you interacted you were probably forced too. Like you were partners on a group assignment so he had to deal with you for a little bit and eventually warmed up

Has a reputation among the rest of your class for how standoffish he is so when he started hanging out with you a few of the other people from your year legit were just like “h o w” and you can’t even give them a proper answer tbh because even you don’t know

Is probably some kind of writing/English/history major

Not only is willing to fight anyone who tries to imply his degree isn’t as useful as a STEM one, but actually has gotten in multiple, some of which almost came down to an actual physical fight before you dragged him away

Definitely pouted about you pulling him away but will yell at you if you call it pouting

In a relationship there is almost no PDA. He might hold your hand and if someone makes him jealous enough he may pull you a little closer and/or put himself between the two of you but for the most part he feels like his relationship is no one else’s goddamn business and he has no interest in giving people a show

Kaeya

The biggest little shit as always

Also joined a frat but is mostly in it for the free booze and he says the brotherhood but you’re pretty sure he just likes the way the other members hang on his every word when he speaks

Doesn’t believe in the cult-like level of loyalty some frats expect and so will 1000% report any of his fellow brothers who try to be shady/scummy/gross. No one would dare get mad at him for it so it’s actually helped the frat stay a healthy environment, 10/10 could trust the guys there with your drinks

Honestly at this point the frat is pretty much just Kaeya’s Followers(tm) and by his senior year the juniors get worried about it because “uhhh who becomes Kaeya when Kaeya graduates” and when they try to ask Kaeya this question he just winks and gives an answer that is entirely unhelpful and sounds like it’s at least 80% bullshit

Never seems to go to class and yet somehow always has amazing grades

In a relationship acts very flirty and is constantly teasing you in public, but stops short of anything above mild pda and in private gets really soft and sweet he’ll deny it if you try to point this out in front of others though

Childe

Is in the literal douchiest frat on campus fuck the Fatui like you’re constantly trying to get him to de-brother but he’s got a misplaced loyalty to them that keeps him in the organization

First time you met him you wanted to punch him in the face but he also quickly becomes the only thing stopping you from failing out of a class the two of you share and over the course of that time he manages to win you over at least a little bit

It’s all fun and games until someone pisses him off. He’s another one that you have to try and drag away from physical altercations on a semi-regular basis

Once he notices that you care enough to try and drag him away or worry about him if he’s injured in a fight, he starts picking more of them just to see your reaction

Even if y’all’s relationship is entirely platonic he flirts with you. He thinks it’s funny when he can manage to fluster you so he tries to make a game out of it even if he doesn’t actually mean any of the things he’s saying

If you guys are in a relationship he definitely packs on the PDA, partially to fluster you, partially because he’s possessive and he doesn’t like the way some of his frat brothers look at you sometimes so he wants everyone to be totally clear on who exactly you belong to

Zhongli

Still rich, still never has any fucking money on him. The number of times you’ve had to cover for this man because he’s forgotten his wallet in his dorm or straight up lost it is honestly ridiculous at this point but you can’t even be mad at it because he invites you to his family’s beach house and shit to compensate

He’s the kind of rich where his family has had money forever so he genuinely doesn’t even realize that some things aren’t normal experiences like not everyone grew up with a butler and all designer clothes, etc.

Definitely an Econ major because his parents want him to take over the family corporation but on the low has 0 intentions of doing so and actually intends to create his own start up after graduation and do something he wants to do without having to answer to anyone

He’s so pretty and for what? Mans is oblivious as fuck. Literally half the people on campus that are into dudes have a crush on him but he has no idea and if you try to point it out to him he’ll wave you off

In a relationship he’s either taking you to the shitty Mexican restaurant on campus that’s open until like 3am on weekends or five star restaurants, no in between. You’re either eating like royalty because he knows you deserve it, or eating like broke college kids because he wants the ✨experience✨

He gives me gentlemanly PDA vibes, like he’s not gonna makeout with you in the quad but he’ll kiss your hand or your cheek, hold you close to him, and otherwise make it clear that he’s very much happily in love with you

Diluc

Not only is this man not in a frat, he probably actively campaigns against their existence and isn’t quiet about hating them

Always goes to class and thus always has amazing grades

Won’t get into physical fights the way Childe and Xiao do even though he could hold his own in one if he wanted to, but regularly gets into debates with people and is not afraid to drag you into the middle of it even if it has nothing to do with you

Doesn’t drink which frequently means him playing caretaker/mom friend when y’all go to parties together and while he might complain about it he secretly loves that you trust him to take care of you if you get sloppy drunk/high/crossed

Flusters easily but good at hiding it. If you flirt with this man in public his expression won’t change while he’s telling you to stop fucking around but his face will be going as red as his hair

In a relationship he’s not a fan of PDA but is a fan of you, so while he probably keeps the affection to a minimum while you’re out and about he still is maintaining some sort of physical contact with you most of the time or at the very least is keeping you close

[stellocchia]

This is part 6 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 -  Part 2 -  Part 3 -  Part 4 -  Part 5

Here we go again. So, just to clarify: I honestly think that for the Mexican Dream stream almost only the parts where Dream is Dream and not Mamacita are canon, but I will check those other ones out as well for anything interesting. Drista’s stream however is like as vaguely canon as possible, so I will mostly give a general outline of it more so then analizing it bit by bit.

That said, a reminder that from here on out I will be only talking about the characters unless stated otherwise and that we will be talking about sensitive topics, so keep that in mind.

First stream we will be looking at is the infamous Mexican Dream stream: Tommy Speaks to Mexican Dream in Exile

Once again Tommy wakes up drowning, again just slightly further away from the coast in the opposite direction from L’Manburg. He also immediately takes off his armour.

“Wait, no, we don’t have enough friends to afford being angry at people” (by now even Tommy himself doesn’t value much his own feelings)

“So at the end of our last Dream smp stream, uh, we died [non canonically], but it’s okay because I got some of our things-” *Dream joins the game* *distressed noises* (I’m never not gonna point out Tommy’s reactions at Dream appearing)

Dream appears and immediately digs the hole for the armour. Tommy immediately gives it up actually apologizing for not doing it even before. Also right after this Dream investigates on wether or not someone visited Tommy while he was gone and he finds out about Ranboo.

“I’ve just been trying to keep you company” “Yeah, yeah, no, it’s been pretty nice” “We’ve became better friends” “Yeah, yeah, we have” (Dream and his ‘friendship’ agenda)

This is when they meet Mexican Dream who was just outside Tommy’s Nether portal. An interesting thing I want to point out is Dream immediately moving directly in front of Tommy when he notices him (probably got used by now to assuming a defensive position).

“We’ll make this place like home man...” (MD already making everything better)

“What did you [Dream] do to him man?” “No but he is my friend now, apparently- I think. You are my-?” (immediately starts questioning things with MD presence there challenging Dream’s)

“I’m your new friend man” “Oh, do you need me to put my items in a pit for you?” (...) “This is what Dream always makes me do, is this right?” (looking once again at Dream for approval in the last bit)

“Hey, wait, so now that you’re here do I even need to follow this man?” (talking about Dream here)

“Okay, wait, how do I know that this isn’t a Dream? Because I keep having Dream’s and shit. I’m like a hallucinator” (so we can add recurrent hallucinations to his ever increasing list of symptoms)

"Even though he may be naked and homeless- are you homeless? Do you need a home?” “I’m homeless man” (And this is why MD was a problem to Dream, he was more then willing to stay with Tommy)

“Oh no that guy [a squid] has committed suicide just at the sound of it! Oh that’s... I envy him” (he is now openly suicidal)

“I don’t like Mexican Dream, Mexican Dream is weird” (sure it’s not just because he admitted to wanting to move to Logstedshire permanently there Dream?)

“Alright, Thomas, come over here, come over here” *Dream starts following as well* “NO! NO! You stay the fuck away!” (this is why we love MD)

“You know actually, he is sort of actually borderline my owner” (I hate that there was a time were both Tommy and Dream thought this)

After this Dream swaps for Mamacita, so I’m really not sure how canon things are here... there is a scene where MD comforts Tommy while he’s looking at pictures of Tubbo and then Mamacita destroys all but one of them.

“I really miss my family man” “Oh I miss my- I miss my family too” (would his family be Tubbo for Tommy?)

Dream does swap back to being Dream for the last 25 minutes. And he proceeds to immediately takes one of MD’s lives. It’s technically his second life because the first one was from a creeper exploding.

“No no shoot me not them, [the pictures of MD’s friends(?)] actually shoot them. I definitely don’t have my confidence back” (Dream immediately setting him back on his progress)

Right after the kill Tommy asks if he can bodyguard Dream in hopes of keeping him and MD from fighting so that MD would be safe. It doesn’t work. Also pretty sure that Dream canonically decapitated somebody. 

“Mexican Dream, I-I’ve had enough of you” (Dream immediately ging back to be terrifying right there)

Dream then takes MD’s third canon life. Of course, in true Dream style, he immediately ignores all the distress Tommy is in and moves on like nothing happened.

“You just killed my last friend” (I hate that he’s not even angry)

“So Dream, do I not have any friends left?” “What do you mean ‘you don’t have any friends left’? You have me!” (Dream is the only friend that Dream is willing to allow Tommy to have)

Also I want to point out how Dream keeps ignoring any and all accusations of having killed MD, despite having done so right in front of Tommy. And then he proceeds to try and convince Tommy that he died of a drug overdose (which is just yet another example of gaslighting there from Dream). He then proceeds to make Tommy burn his remains, despite Tommy opposing this quite a bit.

“I know I haven’t really delved into my health with you ever, because I know you don’t really care, but I don’t think I have really long left” (at least he is somewhat aware about Dream not caring)

“I thought maybe we could have someone move in with us today, no. No He doesn’t allow that. Which is fine! Which is fine because, you know, it’s his- his uh- his rules now”

Once again I want to point out that this truly is just a glorified kidnapping. Tommy not only is confined to a very small area and not allowed to keep many items, he also doesn’t get to have anyone move in his area. Dream doesn’t want him to have any company that isn’t him, going as far as to literally kill someone to insure it (not too different from what he was planning to do in the season 2 finale). Either way the stream ends on a very pessimistic note about Tommy not having the will to go on for much longer at this point. 

Now let’s move on to the Drista stream: TommyInnit Speaks To Dream's Sister AGAIN

As I said I’ll just give a general outline for this one since it’s honestly barely canon as is, so here we go:

Tommy doesn’t start off drowning this time. Drista arrives and starts immediately being chaotic as usual. They mess around for a while in the Nether, start building a tower (Dream at one point tries to convince Drista that it was Tommy to have killed MD), get bored and mess around some more. Also Drista gives Tommy a bedrock block and writes “Drista” out of bedrock near Logstedshire. Then Drista convinces Dream to let them go back to the main Smp for a while (though we do see Punz trying to kill him for breaking the rules before finding out Dream had given his permission). Once in Dream Smp they meet up with Quackity for a little bit.

Also, Tommy, king of always being in character, constantly asks very uncertainly: “Are you sure that I’m allowed here? This feels wrong...”

They then spawn in a bunch of dogs and wonder around in the smp. After a while Techno gets added to the call and Tubbo starts kinda following them around (though Tommy thinks he has a hallucination). I honestly don’t think any of this is canon. Anyway after a while Techno gets a bedrock block as well and he almost manages to give a stolen Pigstep to Tommy, but it gets intercepted. After a while their time is up and he has to go back by Dream’s order. 

“If you don’t see me again in this, you know, in this shape, I’m sorry. (...) Yeah, in this alive form on this server... you might see me you knoa a bit- a bit- I don’t know... maybe a bit ghostly” (foreshadowing to his death that never actually happened during the Exile Arc thankfully)

The stream ends with a promise from Dream that he’ll be there the day after.

Moving on to the last one for today, we have Quackity’s visit: Quackity Visits TommyInnit in Exile

So, Quackity decides to go visit Tommy to try (and miserably failing) to lift his mood by giving him gifts supposedly from everyone in L’Manburg (which are pictures).

“I’ve got no reason to live” (and we start off immediately in the most depressing way possible)

Also, while we’re talking about this stream I have to point out that Tommy has a lot of self-harming behaviours, mostly drowning himself and shooting himself with arrows. Which is rather worrying to say the least.

“Big Q I have very little will to live right now” (again he's very open about his suicidal thoughts by now)

“Forget about Tubbo! Listen, listen Tommy, there are so many things you can turn to when you’re depressed, alright?” “I’m not depressed... I’ve got Dream, I’ve got Dream, I’ve got Dream” “Dream?! (...) Who escorted you out of L’Manburg? Who escorted you out of L’Manburg? Who gave you 30 minutes to go to L’manburg? [In the Drista visit]” “I want Dream”

This is Quackity trying albeit clumsily, to break Tommy out of Dream’s conditioning, though by this point it was far too ingrained for anything to be effective. Also we can see Tommy asking for Dream when he is distressed, which is something that keeps happening during the Bedrock Boys Arc as well.

After a little bit they decide to build a church and a “gambling place”. Techno also joins them after a while. (Also, according to Quackity, c!Dream is canonically racist for killing MD, do with that what you will). Also why does Quackity have a flight or flirt instinct with Techno?

Tommy, sarcastically: “I’m fine, I’m okay, it’s not like I have canonical depression”. That is a fair objection in any and all conversations. 

The stream end a while later with nothing else of note. It is very funny though, so do give it a watch if you feel like it.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Stalker X Stalker, Part 12

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Tim had exactly zero idea what was going on.

Marinette had disappeared into the shower so he’d figured that, hey, work was over and he was 90% sure it was the day she usually shaved (something he knew because every time she shaved she excitedly asked him to touch her leg because it was smooth) so he had time to kill…

He walked over to her jewelry box.

He’d already bugged all of the new jewelry he had bought her but her old stuff was perfectly intact and he kind of wanted more insurance. Sure, they lived together now so it was unlikely she would have much reason to leave without him, but he was known for his millions of plans and contingencies and he wasn’t about to mess up when it was someone he cared about.

So, he went to work on the first necklace he grabbed. It had a tiny cat with green emeralds for eyes.

He looked at the tiny black pupils that the cat had. He pulled a tiny pick out of his pocket and carefully started carving a circle in it for the bug.

And then a bug-shaped god came flying out of the door for something.

There were a few beats as Tim and Tikki stared at each other.

Tikki broke it with a loud groan.

He watched her float past him for the towel hung on Marinette’s bedpost and then go back inside.

Shit.

He darted towards the bathroom, only to pause at the door. He really didn’t want to burst in while Marinette was probably naked, that was a huge breach of privacy, but he also didn’t want Tikki to tell him about all the bugs he was planting! Shit! He bit his lip, considering.

“Here’s your towel, Marinette,” Tikki said with a sharp edge to her tone.

“... are you mad?”

“Not at you. Where are the cookies you baked last night?”

“Uh, the fridge --?”

“Thank you.”

Why hadn’t she told her? Tim wasn’t complaining, of course, but he was a little confused. She was clearly mad about it and he doubted that Marinette had made some rule that said ‘you can’t tell me about people bugging me’ because that was oddly specific and not a very good idea… so… what?

He didn’t know. He was just going to thank the god of luck -- he was pretty sure that was Tikki -- and continue what he was doing.

~

Marinette didn’t have to struggle to keep everyone inside the first night. She liked that. More time to plan.

But how did she get herself let out, you may ask?

Remember how Tim had said that all-hands-on-deck situations are the only exceptions to the Stay Inside While Injured Rule? Well, guess what had happened.

Arkham had had a huge breakout and Marinette wasn’t going to complain… even if her kwami might be a little disappointed in how happy she was about it.

She was even happier when she’d found out that one of the people that had broken out was Scarecrow. She’d been meaning to tell him about her guesses about his brownie recipe for a while and she hadn’t really had a chance to do it when she was talking to him through a phone with a thick glass between them.

Batman -- Bruce? -- didn’t need to know that they’d broken into a bakery for the night to test out their theories before she had taken him back to Arkham.

He’d thank them when he got the brownies (the missing ingredient was Mexican cinnamon!). Or, at least, she hoped he would.

~

Tim had to say… Marinette's plan to get everyone in her house was working.

He could warn his siblings but, honestly, he found it kind of funny.

He was surprised to see Jason show up first. He raised his eyebrows at his brother. “Didn’t know you were in town, Flamebird.”

Jason did an exaggerated eye roll that Tim swore he could see despite the domino. “Marinette said she had something she wanted to show me.”

And she did. She walked over and dropped the Harry Potter books onto the window ledge beside him. “This is terrible and I hate you for making me read them.”

“It gets better later on --.”

“I read two books. That’s six hundred pages. If you can’t get your shit together in six hundred fucking pages then you don’t deserve my time.”

He scoffed. “They’re not that bad.”

“Oh yeah? Read it. It’s been years for you, right? Get to book three and tell me it’s good.”

Jason scowled and grabbed the books, taking a seat in the armchair.

Tim grinned and rested an arm around his girlfriend. “You don’t actually hate Harry Potter, do you?”

“Only the book version.”

He frowned. “I think we need to break up.”

“Nope. Not allowed to break up with me.”

“Oh, well, if I’m not allowed then I guess I won’t,” he said, leaning down to press a tiny kiss to her lips.

There was a groan from the window and they both rolled their eyes, turning to look at Damian.

“Why must you sully my good mood so early on with your disgusting displays of affection?”

“It’s our apartment, you just so happen to be here,” said Tim, glaring at his brother. “We can do what we want.”

Marinette, bravely, stepped between the two of them with a bright smile. “Now, boys, it’s not the time.”

“It is not the time for your libido, and yet...” argued Damian.

“Please, that isn’t even close to libi --,” Tim started, only to get elbowed in the stomach.

She gave him a look that told him to let her handle it and, while he didn’t think that was a good idea, he held up his hands in surrender.

“Robin, it’s unbecoming of you to argue with everyone you meet,” she chided lightly.

… did she speak Damian or something? Because Damian actually looked a little reprimanded at that and Tim needed to learn her ways.

Then, she leaned down with a grin. He could see her hands start to rest on her knees but she thought better of it at the last second. “I got some new stuff from the pet store and I wanted to know if you wanted to help test them out on Vanelope.”

Damian narrowed his eyes slightly. “What kinds of new things?”

“A bunch of cat toys.”

“... I suppose I can test them out for you.”

“I mean, I said you could help --,” she started, but Damian was already heading towards Vanelope without her.

Tim looked over at his girlfriend. She didn’t seem all that put out by this.

“You really had something planned out for everyone?”

She smirked and took a seat on the windowsill. “Yep. It should take Flamebird about two days to finish the first two books -- assuming he can even get through them that quickly -- and Robin is sure to be very thorough in his testing of all the cat toys.”

“Oh? And what’s your plan for everyone else?”

She shrugged just slightly. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

When Dick appeared she set him up with Beat Saber, saying that she was curious about why the VR glasses gave her a headache and wanted to see if he had the same problem. Tim knew the problem was that they were made for men and therefore sometimes had negative side effects for women, but he bit his lip before he could offer to get a set custom-made for her in favor of watching Dick select the poppiest pop song in existence and instantly get addicted to the game.

Tim raised his eyebrows slightly when Steph appeared, textbook in hand.

“How did you know everyone would show up?” He asked once Marinette had set her up with a particularly long and difficult worksheet to make sure she got the lesson.

“Well, Spoiler shows up every Saturday night for tutoring, Robin comes by every other day or more and he didn’t stop by last night, Nightwing pops by most weekends, and I called Flamebird over myself… speaking of which…” She pulled out her phone and tapped a few buttons. “Right, Signal said he’ll be here in ten minutes seven minutes ago… so, he’s almost here.”

Tim grinned. “You forgot Cass.”

“She only ever really shows up to get away from all of you guys so, with everyone here, she’d have no reason to come over.” Her face split into a sheepish grin. “Also, she’d see through me pretty quickly.”

“Don’t you want B to have no help?”

She shrugged. “It should be a light night since almost everyone important is in Arkham right now but that doesn’t mean that the two of them can deal with all of Gotham’s petty crime on their own. I give them until three or four before they crack.”

“... you might be a little scary.”

“You don’t last long as a vigilante if you’re not at least a little smart,” she chirped. “I just choose to turn my brain off most of the time.”

He smiled. “Oh? And the exception is what? Making you stay inside?”

She waved him off. “Kind of. It’s more that I only put effort into making sure I’ll never be bored. What’s the point of thinking about anything else? All that does is make you sad.”

Well that didn’t sound healthy, now did it? Tim was pretty sure that was just repression but, honestly, he had no clue. His family famously did not use therapists.

Before he could figure out how to address that there was a knock on the door.

Marinette grinned and opened it to reveal Duke, who was holding a computer.

Duke looked around the apartment, raising his eyebrows at all the people there. “Uh… should I ask?”

“I’m spiting Bruce.”

“Wild. Whatever. Ready for GBBS?”

“Sure. Tim, you gonna watch it with us?”

He hesitated. Steph had been sending him pleading looks since she had gotten her worksheet and he felt kind of bad for her… but then Duke and Marinette sat on the couch and she rested her head on his shoulder lazily to get a better view of the computer and Tim figured that Steph was smart enough to do the worksheet on her own if she really tried.

He took a seat beside her and smiled a little when she switched to lean against him instead.

“So, who’s your favorite person for the season?” He asked.

She thought for a minute before shrugging. “The guy that always wins but keeps being anxious about his bakes. Forgot his name, though.”

“Rahul?!” said Duke.

“Sure.”

Duke frowned. “I’m not sure whether to be happy you like at least one contestant, be proud it’s Rahul, or be annoyed you didn’t remember his name.”

“Character development takes time,” said Tim wisely.

Marinette scoffed a little. “Just put on the damn show. I’m tired of listening to you assholes talk.”

Duke grinned. “Fine. Fine.”

Time passed as the three of them watched the show.

Other family members slowly made their way over one by one. Damian brought the cat with him. Jason came over to give his brain a break after all the reading he had done (and then, when Marinette pointed out that you never take breaks while reading good books, had gone straight back to Harry Potter). Steph decided she didn’t want to pass her class and came to lay across the top of the couch. Dick eventually got tired and rested his body after the intense game that is Beat Saber.

… B released her at almost exactly three thirty. They ignored their comms in favor of continuing to watch the season finale.

~

Marinette bit her lip anxiously as she preemptively turned off the notifications on her phone. Tim did the same.

They typed up matching tweets about how they were moving in with their partners, tagged each other...

Their fingers hovered over the tweet buttons.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m sure one of my siblings will do something stupid in a few days and the media will leave us alone,” said Tim.

She smiled awkwardly. “That isn’t what I’m worried about.”

He frowned just a little and slipped his arm around her. “Well, can I help with whatever it is?”

She hesitated. It would be better to warn him, she supposed. “Not really. You’re going to get the ‘shovel talk’ --.”

“My dad is Batman, Bean, I’ll live.”

“-- by the person who currently controls the embodiment of chaos and destruction.”

His face paled a little (which is dangerous, considering he was already pale enough). “Does Chat Noir not know we’re dating yet?”

“Nope.”

“... so he’s going to find out through the media?”

“Yep.”

“Shit.”

She nodded her agreement, curling into his side and glaring at the phone.

Adrien was going to be pissed. Especially since he was going to learn through the media. Sure, that was the intention, she was hoping that Tim would be left more or less alone because her friend would be too busy being hurt about not being told to focus on his anger at her boyfriend… but, yikes, she didn’t really want to deal with that just yet.

Also, she thought with a wince, Adrien was going to be even angrier when he figured out that she hadn’t exactly given up, as he called it, ‘stalking’ the people she was interested in. Marinette was pretty sure that Tim already knew about some of it but she wasn’t completely sure and, just in case, she wanted to keep it a secret for a while… a few years, at least, and she wanted to be the one to tell him because she was sure that Adrien would be a lot harsher about it than she would. He already called it ‘stalking’ when it was clearly different, she didn’t want to know what he would say if she let him talk about it in more depth.

Unfortunately, though, Adrien wasn’t stupid. He’d eventually catch on. The longer they dated without him knowing the guiltier he would assume she was.

She sighed and took his face in her hands. “I’m leaving it up to you. I’m not sure. I’m leaning towards being public but...”

He bit his lip as he considered it. She fought the urge to stretch his face until he let go.

He smiled hesitantly. “Well, I’ve lived long enough, I think.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll summon a lucky charm for you,” she half-joked.

He gave a puff of laughter that wasn’t quite real and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks, Bean, but I doubt that’ll be necessary. This is Gotham, no one dies here.”

“We don’t know how long that’ll take, though,” she said with a pout. “I’d prefer to have you back as soon as possible.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’ll always have my siblings.”

“But I want you,” she huffed. “You’re my favorite.”

She felt his cheeks warm beneath her hands.

“I’m your second favorite,” he reminded her. “Cass.”

She snickered. “True. You’re my favorite until Cass accepts my proposal.”

“Hm. I’ll have to enforce the bro code to make sure that never happens.”

“Oh no! I guess I’ll be stuck with you forever, then. What a shame!”

He smiled brightly. Sometimes she lamented the fact that he didn’t give a lot of genuine smiles. The grins and smirks were nice, of course, but she liked to watch the way he would duck his head slightly to try and cover his face with his bangs. Still, in the privacy of her own head, she had to admit that the fact she could get such a smile out of him when few others could made her heart rate spike. He smiled for her. Who wouldn’t be flattered by that?

She pulled the smile that she loved so much down for a kiss.

~

The first time they stepped out the door as an official couple they were hounded by reporters.

Tim wanted to ask how they knew where they lived. He settled for asking them to blur the area around them.

It was more than a little annoying to be harassed on your way to the grocery store. They had just wanted eggs, milk (Marinette kept leaving it out for some strange reason), some cat food, and enough miscellaneous snacks to keep Cass occupied. They did not want cameras shoved in their faces.

But years of being public figures had trained them to keep pleasant smiles on their faces and to answer questions with as little information as possible.

Finally, though, they made it inside and a manager kicked out the reporters.

Marinette let her shoulders slump a little beneath his arm and Tim flexed the muscles in his face before it could get stuck in that awkward half-smile forever.

He squeezed her a little. “You alright?”

She shrugged as much as she could without displacing his arm. “Yeah. Just… hate reporters.”

He nodded his understanding. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Want to buy some Oreos while we’re here?”

Her face lit up. “Can we?”

“I’m rich. Of course we can.”

And, so, they did. He made a mental note to start buying oreos in bulk. All the flavors, just in case she ever got sick of the normal version.

They glanced out the door and, though they couldn’t see the paparazzi waiting just outside, they were sure that they would be back soon. They ducked through back alleys to try and get away.

Only to stop in the middle of a dark alley at the high-pitched cry of: “Give me your money or else!”

Tim sighed and set down the cat food to hand over everything in his pockets. A glance back at Marinette confirmed she was doing the same --.

And then he stopped short. He turned more fully to look at their mugger and then started to laugh.

“I’ll… I’ll kill you!” Said the mugger, who was just a kid. They might not have even hit puberty yet.

��With a pocketknife?” Tim said.

Marinette turned around as well at that and a grin spread across her face. “Oh my gods, that’s so lame.”

“It’s Gotham, you gotta do better than that,” said Tim. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a butterfly knife. He handed it over. “Here, have this, at least. Christ, that’s terrible.”

The kid didn’t seem to know what to do about the fact that his would-be victims were laughing at her and apparently helping her mug people.

Marinette handed over everything except for the necklace Tim had given her. “Here, kid. And get a mask or something to hide your face, it’s not nearly dark enough in here for you to just go with a hood.”

“Oh, and here’s my address,” added Tim. He typed it into his phone -- damn, he should have brought more than a pager -- and then handed it over. “We always have a lot of extra food, so if you ever need it just knock on the window.”

“... thanks?” said their now adoptive kid (they didn’t make the rules, this kid was theirs now).

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. Can we go now? One of his siblings is coming over soon and he will start our show without us.”

“Uh… sure?”

~

Marinette sat on the kitchen island, squinting at the cast on her arm. Was it worth taking off for the sake of doing work? Maybe --.

Tim’s voice crackled through her ear and she perked up a little at the sound, smiling. He was talking, greeting guests it seemed. Right. He had a meeting today, Janet had mentioned it earlier that morning.

Marinette sighed a little at the reminder that, while she might not care about her broken arm, her boyfriend did. Yeah. Tim would probably be stressed if she took off her cast before the doctor said it was okay. She settled to lay back on the counter, head resting on her good arm, and stare at the ceiling as she listened to his voice...

Only to dart up when she felt a tap on her arm.

She looked over, eyes blown wide, and only relaxed slightly when she realized she recognized the person.

Adrien stood over her, arms crossed over his chest despite the glasses/miraculous he had hooked to the collar of his shirt, but he apparently wasn’t angry enough to not accept the usual kisses on both cheeks that Parisians did as greeting.

He said something that she couldn’t really understand with the part of her brain still concentrated on Tim explaining some sort of chart.

She sighed and reached a hand to her ear to turn off the bug. “Hey, can you repeat that?”

He didn’t. Instead he squinted at her ear suspiciously. “Does your ear hurt?”

“... no?” She said slowly, a little confused.

“Whatcha listening to?”

She paled. Shit. He was going to be pissed (or, at least, more pissed than he already was) if he found out that her supposed ‘stalking’ was getting worse. She needed an excuse.

“Uh, that one rapper, uh --.”

“BS. You don’t listen to rappers.”

He held a hand out and, reluctantly, she handed it over to him. She might as well get her murder over with.

He set it in his ear and, after a few attempts, turned it on. His face soured even more, somehow.

“This better not be who I think it is.”

She gave a tentative half-smile.

That was all the answer he needed. He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and started dragging her through the streets.

No one helped. Not that she expected them to, it was Gotham, but it was still a little hurtful.

Adrien stopped suddenly after a few minutes of walking.

“... wait… where’s his office?”

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I decided to watch the Walker pilot so you don’t have to. #2

Because I don’t love myself enough, I guess. Let’s continue.

Recap in case you missed the first part: it’s boring, Jared acts like he stumbled on the set and never heard about it before, Texan law enforcement must wear very pristine shirts and cowboy hats or they will die, I guess, the cinematography wants to be good but I’m not sure it knows how to do it.

The last thing I mentioned in the first post was Jared doing a thing with his mouth but I think you need to see it. It’s basically the extent of Jared’s acting in this show. I had nothing against you, man, I swear. I even got your autograph once. I’m not a hater. I’m just looking at him...

THE TITLE CARD! I had paused the episode riiight before the title card. You have to witness it in all its embarrassing glory

Whose idea was it??

Some shots of the city of Austin. Walker and Martinez (Mexican Lady Cop) are having lunch. She says she’s heard about him, he asks what she’s learnt, she says, I textuallty quote, “I hear you are the edge of the coin”. Again, we are not allowed to have any kind of slight metaphor without the dialogue slapping us in the face with it.

“Not head or tail, just... your way” Jared didn’t even come up with the metaphor in that interview, it was in the script. Unless he came up with that line, which isn’t even a good line.

She basically tells him not to get in the way of her career. Being a Mexican-American cop is hard! Such deep commentary.

They start discussing the case, which I had already forgotten about. The cop who was slightly assaulted and won’t talk about it. “Maybe whatever was in that truck spooked him enough to abandon his oath” maybe it was a monster. god I wish it was a monster so that’d mean I’m watching Supernatural and Jensen is in it. The “oath” thing is kinda icky, like they want to remind us that being a cop is a noble path. It is in some places under some conditions. But we’re talking about Generic American conditions.

He’s like “let’s use the traffic cams to see if we can see something” and he slips right into his Sam tone. Admittedly that’s a Sam kind of thing to say.

It was day, and now it’s night. Walker house. He arrives when his family have already started dinner. Except the daughter isn’t there, she’s out with a friend. “Isabel, some Mexican girl” Walker’s father calls the friend. “Mexican American, dad” the gay brother corrects him, a deep and interesting commentary on ethnicity in the United States, we’re weeping with emotion.

Walker apparently isn’t happy that his mother has enrolled his daughter in a Catholic school, his father snaps back at him. We don’t care. We’re not emotionally invested in any of this.

There’s some awkward dialogue because he mentions the daughter playing basketball, but she’s switched to soccer. Wow, it’s like she’s become an entirely different person in those eleven months he was undercover! Can you believe? Apparently she used to play soccer before, she’s come back to it. Whoa. She’s an utterly unrecognizable person now, it’s going to be so hard for Walker to get to know her again from scratch. Can you believe?

Then he gets a call. He needs to pick up the daughter from the police station. He does some Jared awkward faces and leaves.

The daughter (Stella) was at a party and was arrested for possession. I miss when possession meant demonic possession. Dramatic music plays. She’s there with the Mexican American friend, whose parents arrive and he starts a speech on how they should get to know each other better. It is so not the right context to start making friends. “Epic first meeting” Isabel says. “I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing” Stella says. “For who?” Walker quips, like a normal person does.

He’s like, let’s go, and the girls hug, which is the only believable expression of affection I’ve seen so far in the episode. Can’t the story be about Stella and Isabel?

Father-daughter conversation in the truck. Apparently we have emotional moments in cars, which we have never seen on television before.

He asks what she was thinking, she’s like, duh what do people use drugs for. She calls him out for disappearing completely. She mentions how it was bad enough that they didn’t have mom. He says “we both got to stop acting like she’s gonna come back and put us right” which makes absolutely zero sense. It’s like someone wrote it on a note for how to develop the characters and they just decided to slap it into the script of the pilot. Remember these people haven’t seen each other for eleven months, he left shortly after his wife died. They didn’t have the time to process the grief together, why is he even saying that line here?

Meanwhile Martinez get home and we meet her boyfriend, a very cute Black man. They’re cute. Why can’t the story be about them?

He asks her about Walker, she says he’s a mess. Oh god. She says he was a Marine, “signed after 9/11”. Holy shit. He’s a Marine who signed up after asdfghjkl can’t you feel the Manly Trauma here????

He’s a Marine who signed up to fight Muslims after 9/11 and now has a dead wife, he’s exactly the kind of male lead character we need right now.

She says she’s trying to figure him out. Her boyfriend is like “dude stop thinking about that guy, he’s not at home trying to figure you out” and she replies “oh I’m pretty sure he thinks he knows everything about me already”.

This is the first scene that hasn’t felt bad so far.

Meanwhile Jared and his brother go to a bar. It’s very ~Texas Aesthetic~, and they’re wearing cowboy hats, of course. You are not allowed to go to a bar without a cowboy hat in Texas. “The brothers Walker” the flannel-shirt-clad bartender says, coming with drinks. Jensen Ackles makes a face somewhere in the mountains.

The brother goes to call his partner and the bartender starts chatting with Walker. She has a conversation with Jared’s awkward faces and she’s like, I guess you left because I couldn’t answer your questions about what happened yo your wife. This is how people converse in real life.

She asks him if he’s alright and he doesn’t answer, instead is like “let’s have a dance”. He doesn’t say he’s fine, but I think it still counts as a I’m Fine Lie Moment #2 because that’s what it is in spirit.

I know you’re bored, I’m bored.

They dance in the Texan bar, I’m distracted by the pool tables and wish this was Supernatural so we’d see Jensen Ackles play pool.

Obviously the dance is interrupted by work - a text from Ramirez who says she’s got something, “office 8am?” so he leaves because he has to wake up early. I’m not kidding.

I was kind of warmed over by Ramirez and her cute boyfriend and by the bar who was kind of nice as a location, when the next scene at the office immediately starts with Ramirez saying “My mom wouldn’t let me play with dolls when I was a kid, so Iearned about cars instead”. I die a little inside. It’s the second time she’s referred to her mother wanting a son...? So she’s badass because she wasn’t raised to be feminine...? Ew.

So they have this lead thanks to her knowledge of cars. They go investigate. I’m bored.

I shouldn’t have said I was bored, because Walker destroys my boredom by having Jared pick up a cross and start talking to “JC” sarcastically asking him for guidance about his kids going to the Catholic school. “Can you stop” Ramirez says, along with all of us.

By the way they’re in a workshop run by an ex-convict who employs former criminals to make figurines (like that cross). I got a bad feeling about this. Former criminal in cop shows is always code for current criminal.

The investigation leads to two guys who work in the store - “oh I know you,” one immediately says when he spots Walker, “you’re the ranger with the dead wife”. Walker is like, what did you say. And the guy is like oh I heard the story of a ranger’s wife biting a bullet near the border, guess you couldn’t protect her uh~~~

They exchange more provocations - Walker calls him some lowlife something and the guy goes to punch him and Walker beats him up. Violently. I’m uncomfortable. We’re supposed to think he’s exaggerating here but... he does get very violent and should not be a cop. Period.

They go to Ramirez’ house because he cut his hand. Her boyfriend is like “baby there’s a dude bleeding on your couch” I want a season of him, exclusively him.

She scolds Walker. Not because he beat up a guy with more force than needed, but because he acted stupid and that’s bad for her career. I’m uncomfortable.

Also, what’s bad is that they’re supposed to work *together*. He says he has his own way of doing things. Yikes yikes yikes.

She says that her theory is that they put them together because he always break the rules. Apparently she read up his cases and he always break the rules. The main character of the show is a cop who break the rules in half the cases he works. Yikes yikes yikes but also did I mention yikes?

No, wait, he acknowledges that he “bends” the rules, like that’s better! Yikes!

More bad dialogue, then Stella’s school calls him. She hasn’t been at school.

He goes to ask Isabel’s mother, who reveals they haven’t their papers yet, so any criminal activity would mean deportation. He talks about it with Ramirez and mentions that his brother who’s a DA could get in contact with the Feds to speed up the papers. Are we supposed to be like “oh what a good guy”? The thing is just creepy to me.

Well, at least Ramirez says something about it, or actually quotes her mother who used to say that the law doesn’t protect us. That’s why she ~burned bridges~ with her family! Apparently because she became a cop.

Ow. Her mother is not speaking to her because for her, her daughter being a cop is like a betrayal. But for her it’s a way to set things right! We’re supposed to think her mother is exaggerated. #notallcops #individualgoodcopscanchangethesystemfromtheinsideforsuredefinitely

Meanwhile their investigation continues. Remember the cross Walker randomly picked up to mock the concept of Jesus? Ramirez stole it. And now they find out there’s heroin in it. Alright... obviously the business that was supposed to rehabilitate former criminals is a cover for cartel drug dealing. What were we expecting. I’m tired.

Ramirez decides to work the case alone and sends Walker to look for his daughter. “I was that kid once, I always wanted to be found”. The impression you get from the scene is that Walker had forgotten about his daughter missing lol. Ramirez insists he goes. I’m uncomfortable with how many times people put on cowboy hats. Someone should count. We’re only 30 minutes in and it feels like it’s happened 80 times.

Alright, a break now! My laptop’s ventilation is running like crazy, VLC and long tumblr drafts are a bad combination. Or maybe it’s just my laptop being allergic to this show.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

(1/2) I know this is some controversial topic and that you sometimes cover US politics, but what do you think the american left needs to improve to reach to more people and be taken more seriously?; It's unbelievable that in the very 2021, apolitical folk are still fallin into the whole "the leftist are a bunch of crazies" narrative, we may do some pushback the last three years against conservative politics.

(2/2)  But it's still not enough; on your personal opinion, what fundamental core value needs to be changed to engage to these apolitical people and that leftist want politics to improve the quality of life of the population without being labeled as a "petulant, whiney children" There's some greek-flavored advice that we can apply to our discourse? Thanks in advance :)

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Ooooo… Great question! And by “great” I mean “Do you want me to go down in flames and get cut a thousand times with pitchforks??” xD But it’s very interesting so I will answer it! And you will be subjected to an essay of 3.200 words 😘💅 (I want to be meticulous, don’t come at me)

Please assume the tone is light and conversational. I am not in a very serious or dramatic mood, and I don’t want to estrange any group by assuming the role of an all knowing tutor or someone who always has the high moral ground. This is just 1am blabbering.

I am not against leftists. On the contrary, I know their side so well that I think I have a solid opinion on its flaws. (I have friends who are left- okay I’ll stop xD) Needless to say, the right side also has flaws and the two sides often share flaws. But right now, we are only talking about the leftists. And of course, #notallleftists xD I recognize that leftists are ordinary and diverse people with empathy and capability of critical thinking and problem-solving (Did I mention I have friends who ar--) Jokes aside, I think my following is quite left leaning and I am not bashing them here. I am criticizing the movement as a whole and trying to see where it can be improved.

***** Anyways, I will generalize the bad traits for the sake of everyone’s time, it’s what I am saying! So, when I say “they” I will probably mean “some” or “the bad apples” etc.  *****

To begin, US leftists don’t want to, but they are accidentally imperialist xD Unfortunately, they don't know much about other countries, and they don’t usually have knowledge of countries they are talking about if they don’t have an immediate connection to them. Not knowing things is fine, but when people on this site are like “ugh Americans” this points to an ignorance and a sort of entitlement that doesn’t occur this often in other countries. My internet cycle is overwhelmingly leftist and yet I continue seeing willingness for ignorance all around - and when I check it’s not by conservatives.

Leftists think their (social and not) politics apply to every country and culture, that people in different countries classify themselves as they do in the US. And when people from those countries talk about their problems, there is always an American that wants to give input based on American politics, and without knowing the situation in this other country they want to talk about. Ironically, the last one is a behavior of conservative politicians. Conservative politicians and citizens sometimes think it’s fine to intervene in other countries for “the greater good”. Well, leftists do the same but on the internet. It stalls conversation and makes it messy and force foreigners to apply to American standards.

Because leftists don't understand social differences between countries, they project their own politics, and that can make them seem obsessed with skin color and blind to cultural diversity. They act like only Americans or certain countries have every lived through colonialism and suffered slaughter and slavery. (Because they don’t feel the need to study and learn further.) To an American that might not be the case, but when Americans converse with foreigners about foreign issues, they seem to have a blind spot.

They act as if only white, cis, straight people can be perpetrators of imperialism. Booyyy I have news xD Yes, of course white, cis, straight people can be perpetrators of imperialism, but the attitude that they are the first to blame, always, it’s faulted. I have many experiences, but let’s start with a very simple one, of an Indian American young woman who thought only a lota can clean you with water in the toilet, and that Europeans haven’t heard of bidets or any other means of cleanliness (or that they have the bathtub RIGHT THERE xD) One of the highlights was a Black woman insisting “Medusa was Black because my grandma told me” despite what Greeks were telling her.

Another thing that stuck with me was the case of a Greek who wanted to write about the people who happen to be a minority in the US (you would call them poc I guess). Many people from those countries were enthusiastic about the project and aided the writer as much as they could, sharing culture and realizing how many things in common they had. But it was from same populations in the US that the writer found people who blamed them for daring to write something outside of their culture. (To explain, most US Americans were fine, but only in the US were some who were hostile). Or, I have seen Chinese Americans being offended by a certain thing (I think it was something about fashion) saying “this is an offense to Chinese culture” meanwhile Chinese people from everywhere else in the world (99% of Chinese, I’d say) said “I don’t understand… this is fine!”

Many US American poc categorize all light skinned Caucasians of the world as White Americans and the rest are the “cultured” Black or Brown people. US Americans are now learning that Slavic cultures exist and it’s… something else to watch leftists realizing light skinned people can have great embroidery and they are not actually stealing Mexican traditional clothing xD (reference to an obscure “calling out” comment on tik tok).

I don’t specifically target US poc here, I am just mentioning that everyone conveniently forgets them as if they are untouchable and never said anything ignorant, while they are as active on social media causes as other Americans. In fact, if most poc are aligned to a side, that would be the Left. They are a very big part of the progressive movement – and that’s why I am giving so much space here for them – but then it seems they can’t have a share of the “bad” things of the leftist movement, only the good. Which is humanly impossible, to be always correct.

That’s one of the problems of leftism, that in a way pardons certain minorities and by doing that it not only lets the problematic bubbles grow but also infantilizes those minorities because it passes the message that “they can never do anything wrong”. While background matters when having an opinion, I see that skin-color goes ridiculously above opinion on these matters, which is not very egalitarian. When I argue with a person, the last thing I see is the person’s skin color. When someone says “ancient Greeks were actually a Black nation ad then they became White” I don’t care how this person looks like. No matter your skin color, you must take responsibility for the misinformation you are spreading. I won’t assume that because someone is a poc that they can’t study and learn more about the matter of discussion.

So… the “issue” doesn’t come from being white, cis, straight etc but from being raised as a US American. I don’t imply by any means that being a US American is bad. The last thing I want to do here is enforce guilt. (If you are feeling guilty already I must be mistaken in my wording so I am sorry for that). I am talking about certain beliefs that come with raised as a US American. Similarly, many beliefs a Greek can have are because of their environment. Everyone is affected by their background in one way or another. 

American leftists believe that even the piss poor British farmers benefited from colonialism – and still benefit perhaps on a systemic scale. So, with the same logic, even the lowest layers of the US American society benefit from imperialism and war crimes overseas. (Truth is the quality of living in the US is great and extremely progressive compared to most of the world, because of the US’ politics. I had analyzed this in a previous post). But American leftists never mention that when it comes to THEIR case, because it doesn’t give them an advantage.

To tie it up with how American leftists see the world, there is youtuber I like, who is a US American woc and one time she said “My country is bombing Brown people” in an annoyed tone and it just sounded so offensive I closed the video. It’s obvious the youtuber doesn’t support the bombing, but it was just the phrasing which left a bitter taste in my mouth the whole day. It was the fact that 1) she could make a statement in an annoyed/joking tone 2) people in those countries don’t identify as “Brown” outside the US (and you are talking about them now) 3) your country is indeed bombing them so maybe at least categorize them as they wish?? They have a certain ethnicity, so mention that and stop categorizing them like dog breeds! They already have the bombs, do you want them to hear Americans categorize them like that?

Moreover, many US leftists think they care about other countries while, in actuality, they don’t. They just want to make other countries have the exact progressive US politics - because that’s the only “correct” political system they know. That shows even in kind of superficial matters. In a movie about Greek mythology, they will make sure there is an American Arab, an American Black person, an American East Asian person etc (which would be a cast that would reflect American diversity, not Mediterranean) and are hesitant to cast Greeks or ask Greeks how the portrayal of the story and figures could be better and respecting.

Another thing, they take everything too personally. They think success and failure of a movement is highly dependent on them as an individual. It’s difficult for them to approach a harsh past or present situation in a levelheaded manner because they don’t realize this situation has been universal. So, they feel a special kind of guilt and that makes them over apologetic but also overzealous (like a righteous self-flogging zealot) and that is what drives people away. They combine that behavior with ignorance about the rest of the world, and you can see why a non-US American might want to keep their distance.

I had some Americans apologizing to me because their ancestors did something to Greeks and just… don’t. I know you have the best intentions, but it makes everyone – even me – feel bad. There is no need for apologizing because 1) you and your family did nothing wrong 2) it was centuries ago 3) this bad shit happens/happened literally everywhere. You might as well apologize for your people knowing how to cook. It’s FINE, really, it’s FINE. For instance, do you think I have a grudge on YOUR people running a slave trade six centuries ago while there was dozen active slavetrades in the area, and while Greeks of the Byzantine empire probably bought slaves some decades before they were sold to slavery themselves? Do you see what a mess this is? Not only it doesn’t fix anything, but you also put unnecessary weight on yourself, as an individual. It’s fine to be aware and trying to fix past mistakes - if it’s possible - but there is a certain delicate process that must be followed. Not… whatever this is.

To continue on the extreme individualism, leftists think it's the end of the world if they have done or said something controversial (and that's also because they have cultivated a culture where any small transgression is a potential danger to the whole society :p aka "the left eats itself"). Around them people feel they must tread on eggshells just in case they phrase a thing wrong or post something that could be linked to a person the Left doesn't like.

The left is also on the extremes, so I have to put 1000 disclaimers every time I say something. (I guarantee that the example with the Chinese people will be translated by some Americans like “Theitsa promotes Asian hate!!”) Do you know who doesn't annoy me if I don't put 1000 disclaimers? Certainly not Conservatives. I had more harassment from leftists than I had from actual nazis, even though my blog is not conservative or (god forbid!!) supportive of nazism or any type of supremacy. Even nazis completely understand my beliefs before they send hate. (It might be odd but I never had one not understanding my point xD) But the leftists who sent hate misinterpret stuff, or they don’t bother reading actual posts. The funny thing is that I usually agree with these progressives in 99% of issues but they don’t care asking or learning, they just decide our morals are opposite. I mean they don’t have to like me, but many leftists don’t even read the basics.

On top of that, leftists rarely want to have a conversation with a conservative. I don't say go and AGREE with a conservative, I say just talk. (see? I feel the need to clarify here because many leftists might say “Theitsa wants us to go and AGREE with conservatives! Does Theitsa want us to become nazis and homophobes???”) How does one feel they have to be sooo righteous and then cauterize every member of society who disagrees with them? Why do leftists rarely want to have a conversation? Some people were ready to attack me for referencing a meme which referenced Steven Crowder, as if that shows I am his supporter 😩 (Guilty by association is strong on the leftist side and it’s very reminiscent of authoritarian tactics, another thing that needs to be improved, to my opinion.)

I don’t support Crowder (I know Crowder has done awful stuff) but I shouldn’t be scared to admit I like the “change my mind” episodes. (Flash news, leftists, you might like a part from a person’s work and not 100% support that person!) I like the episodes because both sides are heard, the conversation is civil (for the most part xD) and I can see the thought process of the two speakers as they explain their worries and what solutions are out there.

Most of all, in those episodes I see how BOTH sides CARE about the SAME problems, it’s just the perspectives that differ. And those conversations highlight the issues the left hasn’t studied very well, so it helps the leftists understand what they need to learn in order to better society. But where the “immaturity“ of the leftist side can show is in the unwillingness to approach the “opponent“ as a human just like them.

(They might instead prefer to call Mexicans white supremacists and claim that “whiteness” has no color because quite a few poc voted Republican, as some leftist news sources have stated)

What is more, is it just my idea or conservatives understand leftists better than leftists understand conservatives? Of course both sides jokes about the other one but I am talking about the serious talks. Leftists just describe conservatives as horrible people who want all minorities to perish and we must not talk to them while, surprisingly, the conservatives are the ones who stereotype less the opposite side. (I am talking about the normal, moderate people). From what I have seen, most simple people who are conservatives DON’T want the US’ ethnic and sexual minorities to perish. They are worried about problems they don’t have a good understanding about. And the only way to make them understand it’s to… talk to them, show them what good the left to offer.

Some leftists think conversation is “emotional labor” but 1) that applies to actual labor as in… jobs, so stop invalidating doctors, nurses, teachers etc, 2) yeah, sorry, sometimes things get difficult and you have to explain your side. (As non US-Americans endlessly have to do for US-Americans). That was, is and will be life until the sun swallows us all. You can’t be THAT militant on social media with 100 posts per day and remembering 50 different campaigns about social issues but the moment someone genuinely asks you for directions on your side you shut them off with “why do you demand labor from me? Do your own research” (hint: most likely they have done their research, but they are stuck, and you don’t help them like this).

If you are very tired and don’t want to explain (as it is your right) you can be polite about it and not blame the individual about their circumstances when they are trying to learn. If you DO want to explain but you get tired, be more organized. Have posts and F.A.Q.s ready, or send them to someone else (a friend, a blog, a youtube channel, an article, whatever). Instead of leftists arguing their positions, sometimes they are like “Do more research and realize I am right.” Yyyeah the other person is not gonna do that – especially because you haven’t pointed them anywhere or supported your position with arguments. Moreover, leftists can have the attitude of “I stand for PROGRESS, how can I ever be wrong??” Weeell things are not black and white and me, you, everyone has the potential to not have a not that beneficial to society position at some issues no matter where we stand on the political compass.

For the “petty whiny children” thing, I believe a lot of people might think that because the youth is usually making noise about progressive issues on social media. It’s true that oftentimes in social media discussions their emotions get the best of them (it’s happened to everyone) but combined with the lack of life experience they may have about the world, the argument sounds silly. (I heard one leftist university student say that the US shouldn’t have borders because borders are bad but then they realized they don’t want people to come and go as they please in the US, so she said there should be SNIPERS in the borders to shot everyone who tries to get in…….)

And, as I mentioned, the leftists are very quick to cancel and attack for the slightest transgression so people prefer to deal with the conservatives who can, at least, take a slight misstep, than meddling with people who are going to cancel them for doing or not doing a small, insignificant, but not ‘woke enough’ thing. Leftists are constantly checking each other to see if they are doing better and better (even in silly issues) and that can be intimidating to someone who is new to politics.

Some leftists get REALLY turned on by righteousness (Frollo villain style) and instead of trying to unite the society, they aim to divide it further. They don’t want to create bridges but burn them and find themselves on the “right side“ of morals.

And, last but not least, they don’t realize leftist propaganda is a thing. Malicious people are EVERYWHERE and they don’t just magically avoid the left. Leftists are not automatically super virtuous people. There are some manipulators and bullies around, so one has to be cautious even with leftist sources. (Cross-examine stuff, always. You might have the best intentions but accidentally share something nonfactual because you trusted a source).

Ok that was all, I think. To anyone who comments, PLEASE keep the tones down, have a conversation, take it slow, remember it doesn’t help us being hateful towards each other. (And causing serious friction wasn’t the purpose of this post). Oh, and if you need a clarification on something I said, before gossiping with your friends about how awful I am, do me the courtesy of first asking me what I meant xD