#i was gonna finish it and just... forgot...

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the repercussions to rinse away

buttercup, chapter nine

a/n: was shower sex at the very top of my list of things to include in the new chapters? fuck yeah it was, as it should be. double bingo because he'd also super hurt, but like in the slutty way that he does it (you know exactly what i'm talking about. just look at the gif i made right up there if you need a visual aid)

summary: “…I want to ask you about how this happened, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna tell me…” 

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, the black daredevil suit, hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, kissing, shower sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, impact play, pussyjob, thighjob, squirting, multiple orgasms, protected sex, penetrative sex, cockwarming

word count: 4163

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“Knock, knock,” you hummed as you pushed open the door to Nelson and Murdock, peeking inside before you crossed the threshold completely. As your eyes flickered away from the empty offices, they then landed on the kitchenette off to the left where the only remaining employee stood. 

“Hey,” Matt twisted his head in your direction to flash you the soft smile that promptly blossomed on his lip, as the sound of your voice melted into him like sweet hot chocolate on his tongue, warming him from the inside. 

As his fingers went back to fixing himself a cup of coffee, extending to click on the electric kettle, you stepped closer before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“So…” you breathed, slightly tense as his lips faded from your skin, “…are you alright?” 

“Hm?” his brows knit together gently, “yeah, of course, I’m fine.” 

“Okay, good,” you leaned against the counter with an exhale, “it’s just when you didn’t show up last night, I got a bit worried.” 

“Shit,” he cursed sharply as it all came rushing back to him at once, “sweetheart, I’m sorry.” 

Since today had been an early morning shift for you, the plan had been for Matt to let himself into your apartment last night after his patrol, so that your paths could, at the very least, cross for a brief moment instead of waiting multiple days for your schedules to once again align. But instead of feeling the comfort of his presence slip into bed beside you, he never came, and even when you dragged yourself out of bed while it was still pitch black outside in order to make it to the bakery when the clock struck four, fear had swayed you to briefly peek inside of his neighbouring apartment, as a detour when you slipped out of your own, but he was still nowhere to be seen. 

“It’s okay, I understand,” you gracefully swallowed the lingering disappointment, “you probably just lost track of time, saving people who needed it, or just plain forgot,” you shared the theories you’d cooked up while you’d worked the early shift you’d clocked out of just before wandering over here, “or maybe we just missed each other, you got home right when I left, or maybe you didn’t wanna wake me up…” 

Grasping your hand as the kettle clicked beside him, now puffing with steam, he exhaled, “what can I do to make it up to you?” 

Pursing your lips as you thought through the options, you then suggested, “how about I sleep in your bed tonight,” your finger lightly poked his chest before catching his tie and gently running your thumb and forefinger down the silky strand, “and that way we won’t miss each other tomorrow?” 

“Deal,” he smiled, stealing a swift peck before he finished brewing his simple cup of coffee.

Though when his feet then began to shift across the floor for the first time since you’d stepped into the office, a furrow found your brow as you noticed how stiffly he was walking, carefully rounding the corner, mug clutched in one hand as the other palm trailed the wall on his way back to his own desk.  

“…why are you walking like that?” you tilted your head as you picked up on more of the obvious signs than just the pained facial expressions that he tried his best to suppress. 

“Like what?” he tried to act like a kid who hadn’t just been caught with their hand down the cookie jar. 

“Matthew…” your head faintly twisted from side to side as impatience overtook you and you continued to stare at him in concern, “don’t–…” 

“Don’t what?” he kept his tone innocent, though didn’t spin back to face your overflowing worry. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowed before you uttered, “…take off your shirt.” 

However, he still went on shielding you from the truth as he instead plastered on a smirk and croaked, “alright, sure,” placing his cup down on his desk as he finally whirled around to face you, “if that’s a way I can make it up to you, but just so you know before you start stripping as well, Foggy and Karen will be back any second.” 

“Oh, stop! That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it,” you snapped, snuffing out his charm, “take it off,” you repeated firmly and watched as the faux grin finally dropped from his lips, “let me see.” 

Slowly, he reached up to tug at his tie, carefully slipping it over his head before his fingers began to work at the buttons down his crisp shirt and flickers of agony flashed across his features before it finally parted enough for you to see. 

“Oh, Matt…” you exhaled as you spotted the grievous wounds sporadically scattered across the sliver of his torso on display for you, all of them shielded behind blood-tainted bandages. 

“I’m okay,” he gently grasped your hands as your fingers reached out to trace a ghostly touch safely along the skin beside some of the injuries.  

“What happened?” you whispered as you tried to keep the reins on your imagination and not let it run wild. 

“Sweetheart, this is nothing–” 

“It doesn’t fucking look like nothing! Is this why you didn’t show up last night?” you asked before the guilty look that flashed across his features became all the answer you needed, “Matt…” 

“I’m sorry,” he uttered softly. 

“You should have called me, I could have come, instead of you just lying unconscious and bleeding out in an alley somewhere,” you pleaded quietly. 

“I wasn’t bleeding out in an alley,” he said, attempting to calm your erratic nerves, “Y/n, I’m fine, I promise. It looks a lot worse than it is.” 

“How did it even happen? Are you in danger? Is someone after you?” 

“It was nothing,” his head faintly shook from his to side as he tightened his grip on your hands, “baby, it was nothing, okay?”  

“…okay…” you hesitantly nodded, doing your best to let go of the fear still churning your stomach, “…you know, maybe it would be smart if I learned a little bit more about medicine since things like this are a much more common occurrence for you than I think I realised…” you blinked back down at his beaten and bruised skin, your fingertips briefly catching the hem of his open shirt. 

“I can teach you what I know,” he tilted closer, grasping your cheek before he pressed a kiss to your lips, “…so,” the corners of his mouth twisted upwards as he then shifted topics in an effort to distract you from the remainder of your worries, “was it a no then on the quickie before the others get back?” 

It was a stifled groan that woke you from your slumber. 

Slowly blinking your eyes open, as you layed curled on your side, alone in your boyfriend’s bed, you had to squint before you saw the figure on the other side of the apartment, sitting by the dining table in the dark. 

With his black mask dangling off the edge of the table, Matt’s fingers froze before they could reach back into the open first aid kit as his head tilted and he heard how your legs shifted slightly beneath the dove grey duvet as you woke up. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he called out quietly, keeping his back turned to you as he stayed still and tried to not let you notice what he was doing, “I’ll be there in a second.”

But instead, you sucked in a breath and crawled out of bed. Your soft nightgown unravelled and tumbled down around your thighs from where it had been gathered up around your waist while you were sleeping. 

A long sigh slipped from Matt when your bare feet neared him and his current state became impossible for him to hide. His tight black shirt was pushed up to his waist, exposing the wound just above his hip, one that you’d spotted earlier that day back in the office, though now it was no longer neatly bandaged, but instead slowly leaking blood as he worked at stitching it back closed. 

“Matt…” you breathed as your eyes flickered everywhere from his bloody nose to the small knicks that had sliced through the thin material of his shirt.

Bathed by the neon lights that leaked in through the tall windows behind him, he simply exhaled, “I’m fine,” as he reached for a clean cotton pad in the first aid kit and dabbed it against the wound he was patching back up, swiftly swallowing a grunt of pain as the gauze was slowly stained crimson. 

“You can’t keep saying that,” you pulled out the chair next to him and sank down, “tell me what to do.” 

“You don’t have to,” he gritted his teeth as he pierced the curved needle in his grasp through his skin one last time before tying the thread off with a tiny knot, “I can handle it myself–” 

“Matthew! Will you please just shut up and let me help?” you barked, finally cutting through his stubbornness before you watched an exhale slip from his lungs and his head slowly tilted in a nod, “thank you,” you huffed before scooting a bit closer, “now, please be honest this time, how bad is it?” 

“I promise, it’s not that bad,” he uttered as his hand that clutched to cotton wad kept on putting some pressure over the freshly closed-up laceration.

“Do you need any more stitches anywhere else?” your eyes kept on scanning his bruised body, noting as he spoke the bloody gash that split up his lip. 

“No, it was just this one that popped back open,” he carefully took the swab away from the wound with tender dabs, the needle that still dangled from the thread swung gently from the friction, “I just need to get cleaned up, maybe a few bandages and I’ll be fine,” he tried to flash you a smile, though the brave face didn’t help the way that he’d hoped. 

All he could hear was how fast your pulse was beating as you stared at him, tears threatening to spring forth as your heart nearly burst straight out of your chest. 

“Y/n,” his hand swiftly found your own, “hey,” he uttered gently, “take a breath… take a breath…” his head faintly nodded in soft encouragement as he steered you to finally fill your lungs properly. 

As your shoulders finally began to relax, you felt him let go of your palm again before his fingers went back to work. 

“What do you need me to do?” you asked once more. 

Tilting his head towards the first aid box, he murmured, “you can grab the scissors.” 

And as you grasped it, you watched as he then leaned back in the chair, a jagged breath slipping from his lungs as he shifted, before he plucked up the dangling needle and held it out for you to snip the thread. 

“Like that?” you asked once you’d cut through the thin cord, nervous that you’d somehow messed the small task up. 

But as he brushed his fingertips against the short string that remained at the end of the row of stitches he’d knotted, the corner of his lip twitched as he uttered, “perfect,” before he carefully tugged his shirt back down over his stomach. 

A long exhale escaped Matt as he finally let himself relax and fall back down from the highs the events of his night had brought him to. For a while, you both just sat there in silence as he sank further into the serenity he’d made his way back to. 

But then, as his eyes fluttered closed, you parted your lips and uttered, “…I want to ask you about how this happened, but I have a feeling you’re not gonna tell me…” 

Face briefly threatening to scrunch up at the frustration that bubbled up in him, he muttered, “sweetheart–”

“But I just wanna say that even though I know why you don’t like to talk to me about the details,” you cut him off before he had the chance to stop you, “sometimes it doesn’t protect me, sometimes my active imagination takes a hold and tries to fill in the blanks in ways that are surely so much worse than the reality…” 

Sucking in a breath, a second passed before he said, “…you really wanna know?” 

“Yes,” you swiftly nodded, leaning in a tad closer in your seat. 

Sitting up a bit more, he planted a forearm for support on the table before he began to tell you, “a few weeks back I intervened in this trafficking deal, two dozen women and kids, ready to be shipped off like lambs at the slaughter,” his hand gestured alongside his words, “turns out it was connected to something much bigger than I had thought,” he exhaled before uttering, “do you know who Joseph Giordano is?” 

“I don’t think so,” you murmured slowly, “why?”

“He is next in line to the throne in the Giordano crime family.”

Your brows then knit together as you blinked back at him, “…are you saying that there’s an entire mob after you right now?” 

“Well, I don’t know if they’re after me, I’ve just pissed them off a few times,” he tried to downplay his situation in order to calm your nerves that began to pick back up again, thumping in his ears like the booming base at a club. 

“Is that what happened tonight? You pissed them off again?” you looked once again to how hurt he was before he begrudgingly began to nod his head faintly, “…so, how worried should I be?”

“It's nothing I can’t handle,” he uttered as his years of experience shined clear through his tone. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I am so close to putting a stop to them, all of them, making them pay for all the shit that they’ve done,” his sentence culminated in a heated huff before he let it go. Carefully rising from his seat, he briefly flashed you a tight-lipped smile as he changed the subject, “I’m gonna go clean up, you head back to bed.”

“No, I’ll–,” you swiftly stood up as well, “let me give you a hand.” 

Pausing just before he began to shift close to the bathroom, he then murmured, “alright,” before he let you grab his palm and shadow him with every careful step. 

Reaching an arm into the shower, you turned on the water so that it could begin to rise to a temperature that wasn’t like having snow dumped down over you. As you twisted back around, you spotted Matt’s features, faintly screwed up, as he cautiously peeled his shirt off, though before it could slip over his head, your fingers caught the tail end of it.

As you dropped it down on the edge of the sink, Matt’s hands found his belt, although before his nimble fingers could begin to undo it, your own touch landed upon his own before his palms slipped out from under yours and he let you take over. 

First, you kneeled down before him and slipped off his boots, pushing them off to the side before you straightened back up to undo his pants, gently tugging them alongside his dark boxers. 

As you rose back up with the last of his black vigilantly suit in hand, your partner’s wide palms naturally found your waist in a soft graze, before your fingers then drifted to the hem of your nightgown and he felt the fabric slip beneath his touch as you pulled it over your head.

Dropping it down on the top of his own clothing, piled up on the edge of the sink, you then grabbed his hand once again before your feet began to shuffle against the tile, backing up till you were both in the shower. Twisting you both around, you slowly guided him under the drizzle of water, still holding his palm in yours as it began to rain down on his battered form. 

The water turned a ruddy shade as it cascaded over his body and gently washed the blood away. Gingerly, you let your fingers ghost over his injuries, being careful as you helped clean them. His eyes fluttered closed when your touch floated up from his chest to his jaw before you softly swept over the crimson that had dried in a trickled path from the gash on his forehead, his nostrils from the blow his nose evidently had taken, as well as from the small cut on his lip that had begun to puff it up slightly. 

Gliding your hands down to his hips, you gently guided him around for his broad back to face you. As your hands skimmed over the fresher damages, your touch couldn’t help but slow as you blinked back at the gnarly old scars that split up his skin. You’d likewise been staring at the ones all over the rest of his flesh as your touch swept across his body, but as he stood, facing away from you, the intimate graze of your fingertips couldn’t help but slide up and trace the long marks. 

You barely realised that you’d stopped your aiding efforts till it was just your thumb lightly brushing against one of his scars, back and forth in short swoops, before you closed the short distance and pressed a tender peck to the middle of his spine. 

Though as your touch slowly returned to their work, his hand suddenly snatched up one of yours. His feet shifted slightly, angling him only partly back to face you, he raised your palm up as he bowed his head to meet the back of it and press your hand to his lips. 

Ripping your gaze away from his broad back as it slowly twisted away from you, it swiftly drifted up to Matt’s features, faintly wistful as he planted the soft peck to the back of your palm. When he came to face you once again, his other hand swept up your frame till it came to cup your cheek. 

A soft breath flowed from his nostrils before he uttered, “I love you…” in a tone that made it sound as if he was thanking you, before he then tilted your face up as he bent down to gently press his lips to your own. 

For a while, he kissed you as if he was trying to make time itself stop, as it stretched on, slow and smouldering, light on your lips. But then, while the hand he had on your cheek stayed in place, the other one let go of your palm and drifted down around your waist, gently caressing your side before his fingers slightly dented your skin as he drew you in closer and the light pecks morphed and deepened so slowly that you barely registered the change he had initiated till your tongue was suddenly dancing heatedly against his own. 

His touch on the side of your face soon faded as it instead slipped down the landscape of your body and a heavy intake of air rushed in through his nose as the kiss then grew more desperate. Though as you hugged him closer, careful with your touch, a quiet gasp suddenly bubbled up your throat as his frame finally pressed flush up against your own and you felt the hardness that now poked you in your stomach. 

“Matty…” you breathed in between ravenous pecks as his cock throbbed against your skin. 

A low groan rumbled in his chest as his wide palms then swooped down over the curve of your ass, briefly digging his touch into your softness and making your cunt clench around nothing, before his knees then bent slightly and his hard length slotted in between your thighs, perfectly slipping against your pussy. 

Letting the devil out, Matthew then let himself rut against your folds, a gravelly grunt rolling off his tongue as he momentarily rested his forehead against your own.  

“O-oh, fuck…” you moaned as his hardness continued to nudge against you, parting your slick petals with his fat girth. Hazily tilting your head back at the feeling, you soon felt his lips flutter down your neck, “Matt…” 

Though your pants continued to grow unanswered as your partner only growled in response before one of his hands soared up to capture your jaw and tilt your head for your lips to come crashing back against his own in a feverish kiss.  

Shifting your frame, he then brought your legs closer together till the softness of your thighs hugged around his length still slotted against your pussy. With his hold still digging into the softness of your bottom, he then began to fuck your thighs, though with each needy thrust he granted himself, the details of his cock still dragged against your buzzing clit and made you whimper against his kiss. 

And when you were both on the verge of exploding, nearly too pent up to keep your balance on the wet tile floor, he hastily reached an arm out of the shower and grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet. Snatching it from his hands, you panted as you rolled it on him, briefly raising yourself up to stand on your toes to steal a breathless peck from him as your fingers twisted the latex into place, granting him a soft stroke once you’d finished. 

Long moans drew forth from both of you when he slowly slid inside, his forehead melting down against your own as he paused at the very tip, letting your cunt clench around his girth a moment before gradually giving you more in shallow thrusts. 

Whimpering to the rhythm of his steady pace, you blinked up at him and panted, “I love you,” before he then crashed his lips against your own. Tilting your hips slightly as he gently rocked inside of you, slowly dragging his cock out of your pussy, most of the way, till he dove himself back in once more, each time burying himself a little deeper than before. 

Your palms slid up his burly chest before your touch tangled around his neck, holding on tight as his desperate grunts melted against your tongue. Matt’s grasp, still on your ass, dented your flesh further as he then began to move your body for you, dragging your hips closer to meet his bucks and grant him the angle to go even deeper, filling you up till your eyes rolled in your skull. His hands swiftly tapped against your butt as he found a greedy pace, one that caused your pussy to sing sinfully over the splashing of the showerhead still pouring down over the both of you. 

The next thing you knew, Matthew then snapped, losing the last bit of self-control he had left after the long night he’d had, and drowned himself completely in the one pleasure that his soul ached for. Feverishly, he suddenly plucked you up off the wet tile, his fat length still nestled deep within you as he picked you up into his arms. 

“Oh my god,” you yelped as he rooted his strong hold under your ass, “wait, no,” your nails instinctively dug into the nape of his neck, “you’re hurt–”

But he only cut you off with a quiet, “shh…” as his nose brushed against your own before he uttered in a gravelly tone, “trust me when I say, I can take a lot more than this when I’m way worse off.” 

And with you in his arms, he then readjusted his grip on you, briefly tossing you up a smidge, before he then sank you back down onto his cock, plugging you up till you couldn’t help but let out a shaky moan as your brain momentarily went blank in the ecstasy.  

Toes curling, you whimpered, “j-just be careful,” as you spread out your fingers till they weaved through the short hair at the back of his head. 

But rather than of playing it safe like you begged him to, he instead just tightened his hold on you as he growled, “I’ll be careful later,” before he then went to town, pounding away till the showerhead above wasn’t the only thing gushing. 

And when Matt finally came undone, after you began to fear he might not snap out of his ravenous haze till the sun rose, fucking your pussy till you could no longer stand on your own two feet, your spine was plastered against the tile wall as his head melted down against your shoulder. The shower went on running as he kept you in his arms, both of you panting as he granted himself the gift of staying warm inside your fluttering cunt even longer and further drawing out the bliss to balance out the night that he had endured. 

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mangooes]

Chaotic Velocity

The city lights flickered like fireflies, neon signs casting colorful streaks across the wet pavement. The cool night air carried the distant hum of traffic, but amidst it all, a deep purr of an engine rumbled in the parking lot where Sylus stood beside his black motorbike—sleek, dangerous, and perfectly suited to its owner.

(Name) stretched, yawning as she stepped out of her office building. She had just finished a long, exhausting shift. Her shoulders ached, her brain felt fried, and all she wanted to do was crash on the couch with Sysy—

But the moment she saw Sylus waiting for her here, instead of their warm place called home, leaning against his bike like some effortlessly sexy, dark-haired devil, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be getting a peaceful night.

Her suspicion was confirmed when he grinned at her, eyes glinting under the streetlamp.

“Night rides?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

She groaned. “Sylus, I just got off work. Can’t we—”

But then he moved.

With one swift motion, he pulled off his helmet.

His white hair spilled out beneath the night sky, a stark contrast against his crimson eyes as he stepped forward—his tall frame towering over her.

She blinked as he carefully placed the helmet on her head.

His fingers were gentle, adjusting the straps beneath her chin with care. So tender.

Then, he cupped her face with both hands—his thumbs brushing over her cheeks through the visor, his touch warm, lingering.

“You forgot yours,” he murmured.

(Name)’s breath hitched.

Before she could protest, he leaned down and—

Pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

The motion was so damn smooth, she felt her knees buckle a little.

Damn it. Why was he always like this?

As if he knew exactly what he was doing, Sylus straightened, smirking, and wiped an imaginary smudge off the glass of the helmet’s visor before turning on his heel and straddling the motorbike.

(Name), still blinking, hesitated.

Then reality kicked in.

“Wait.” She frowned, pointing at his now helmetless head. “Aren’t you gonna get fined for riding without one?”

At this, Sylus laughed.

Like, genuinely laughed.

A deep, throaty, amused sound that made her stiffen.

He turned to her, still chuckling, and gestured vaguely at himself. “Kitten, I’m a top criminal.”

She squinted.

“And?”

“And no cop in this city is going to pull me over.”

“…What if they do?”

“Then I’ll just pay them off.” He shrugged. “Easy.”

She opened her mouth, ready to fire back an excuse to get out of this, but before she could—

She felt it.

That familiar, weightless sensation.

“Wait, wait, Sylus, don’t you dare—”

Too late.

His Evol coiled around her like an invisible force—lifting her off the ground effortlessly.

“SYLUS—”

She floated helplessly in the air, her body maneuvered as if she weighed nothing, before she was gently plopped onto the passenger seat of the motorbike.

Sylus, amused, turned slightly to glance over his shoulder.

“Comfy?” he teased.

She scowled behind the helmet. “I swear to God—”

“Good.” He revved the engine.

The deep purr of the bike vibrated beneath them.

“Now, hold on tight.”

“Wait, no, Sylus, wai—”

VROOM.

The bike launched forward.

(Name) let out a scream.

Sylus laughed.

Wind rushed past them, the city blurring as they sped through the streets of the N109 Zone. The neon lights reflected against the sleek black metal, the hum of the engine a perfect symphony to the night’s thrill.

And as much as she hated to admit it—

She loved it.

Even as she yelled protests in his ear.

Even as he deliberately took sharp turns just to hear her scream louder.

Even as he reached behind him and grabbed her hand, squeezing it to reassure her while he drove like a complete menace.

Because at the end of the day—

He was Sylus.

And she’d follow him anywhere.

INSPIRED BY THE NEW FREE 4 STAR CARD PICTURE.. WE WON GUYS WE GOT MC AND SYLUS ON ONE FRAME I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AKSJDNASKJD, anyways thank you for the requests! I'll start drafting them out tonight hehe so it should be out in two days or so <3

[wttp666]

thinking about dating chef!abby...

chef!abby who comes home smelling like food. she knows the smell is gonna make you hungry so, the moment she kisses you hello, she places a takeout bag in front of you. it's the dish of the day, one that she made just for you.

chef!abby who gets constant back pain from cooking all day. after a nice shower, she settles on the couch, leaning against you while you massage the tension out of her shoulders. she thanks you with a lazy smile and a soft kiss. "you have the softest hands, baby."

chef!abby who's never too tired to cook for you at home too. but she loves it when you cook, and never says anything bad about your food – even when it doesn't go too well. “this is really great. I mean it. best food I've ever had. come work with me?”

chef!abby who's grumpy expression falters the moment you walk into her restaurant at the end of her shift, sometimes to pick her up from work, or to bring her something she forgot. “finish cleaning up,” she tells the kitchen staff, who always find it amusing how you're the only one who can get her out of there for a while.

chef!abby who takes you to her office so she can hug and kiss you without her employees giving her shit for it. her smile comes out when you say “missed you” and “hmm, you smell good”, nuzzling her neck, hands caressing her chef's coat, sliding up to her arms and shoulders, “look good, too.”

chef!abby who raises an eyebrow and presses your ass against her desk, strong arms snaking around your body, ignoring the lunchbox you brought with something you prepared for her to eat. “I got a few minutes”, she says, and before you know it, she's walking back and locking her office door.

[shikaizer]

live clash. kkarnold x reader x paigebueckers.

During a live, KK and Paige subtly confess their feelings for you and argues over who has a better chance.

It started like any other night, a spontaneous instagram live, kk was stretched out on the couch, her phone propped up and a half-finished iced tea nearby, paige lounged beside her, legs pulled up, hoodie sleeves pushed to her elbows.

the two of them were an addictive combination kk with her bubbly energy and expressive eyes, paige with that effortless calm and sharp one liners, together, they were chaos and comfort in equal measure.

the viewer count climbed quickly, notifications buzzed, comments poured in, kk waved at the screen “heyyy, hi besties! what are we up to tonight?”paige leaned over her shoulder “pretty sure your the one who dragged me into this” she said with a smirk, already scanning the comment section “oh look, they are already asking where she is.”kk rolled her eyes with a dramatic groan "okay, okay, lets get this over with, yes, she exists, no, shes not here, and no, were not dating her, yet.”

“speak for yourself” paige murmured, kk shot her a look “excuse me?” paige just smiled, lifting her coffee to her lips “im just saying, some of us might have an actual shot"

The chat exploded.

> “WAIT WHAT??”

> “Did Paige just admit to something??”

> “KK IS BLUSHING LOLOLOL”

kk tried to play it cool, but the color on her cheeks gave her away “first of all” she said, trying to regain control “you act like you’re not head over heels too.”

“i never said i wasnt” paige said, tilting her head “i just dont panic about it on live.” the air between them shifted, still light, but sharper now, a subtle current of something more personal, something unspoken.

kk crossed her arms, her smile laced with challenge “okay, then lets be real, if she had to choose… who would it be?” paige didnt flinch "lets be real, if anyone has a chance, its obviously me, i mean, come on.”

kk laughed, surprised, a little breathless “wow confident”“i mean” paige shrugged, glancing at the screen “i’ve been consistent, i dont play games, i text back, i listen when she talks.”

“so do i!” kk protested, eyes wide “i literally check her stories before i check yours, i know shes been stressed lately,i sent her that playlist to calm down, and i asked how her presentation went last week, which, by the way, you forgot to do.”

paige opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again, her jaw clenched slightly "fine" she said after a pause “your thoughtful, i’ll give you that.”

kk softened a little “i just… like her, okay? i dont know if its a thing, but when I think about her, it just feels… warm.”

their fans were practically SCREAMING in the comments.

> “STOP I’M CRYING”

>“SOMEONE GO CHECK ON HER”

>“YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH THE SAME GIRL”

kk glanced at the chat, laughing softly "yall are too loud right now.” when, without looking at paige, she added “i dont wanna fight about her.”

“I’m not fighting” paige replied. “im just saying… if either of us is gonna get her attention, i want it to be real, not some competition, shes worth more than that.”

there was a pause, one of those heavy, meaningful ones, kk nodded slowly "yeah, she is.” paige looked over at her, something vulnerable behind her usual cool “so what happens if she likes both of us?” kks laugh was soft, almost sad “then I guess we both keep trying, no pressure"

the live ended fifteen minutes later with a few silly games, some awkward giggles, and the two of them pretending nothing happened, but you knew, you felt it.

your phone buzzed right after.

PAIGE | If you saw that… sorry, or not sorry, call me?

KK | pls tell me you were watching, also, i meant what i said.

and you? you were sitting there with your phone glowing in your hand, heart pounding, wondering how in the world you’d ever choose between two people who just confessed, in their own chaotic way.

masterlist.

🔖 — @addl0vee @tndaqlwifwy @mrsarnold @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers @uwupaige @janaelalfysloml @paige05bby @azzisbueckers @paigeluvvr @giavonnii @jupitermoonbaby @shootingstarrrrr @dalilahissilly @luldejamleer @d7dream @gabbyygoo @bravemode @latenighttalkinqwp

[emandemms]

okay so i'm actually sitting down and reading the iliad for the first time (ty emily wilson for your service) and i just finished book five, so here are a few of my favorite moments in no particular order:

- diomedes.

- diomedes in all of book five.

- athena telling diomedes he shouldn't fight any of the gods that may show up on the battlefield, except for aphrodite, because what's she gonna do, fight back?

- athena then lecturing diomedes for NOT fighting ares, and diomedes proceeding to tell her "dude, you literally told me not to fight him, what do you want from me?"

- achilles and his pure hatred for agamemnon. someone give this man a shirt that says "number one agamemnon hater".

- achilles and agamemnon arguing the entire time they're in the vicinity of each other. every time they talk, it's like two kids coming up with every insult under the sun without outwardly cursing each other out.

- agamemnon essentially calling achilles a whiny bitch. kind of iconic.

- a popular favorite but: odysseus going around and beating the men who wanted to leave with a fancy ceremonial stick. it just never gets old.

- odysseus being that one guy who never shuts up about his kid while beating the living shit out of thersites. he very proudly calls himself the "father of telemachus" while verbally and physically abusing this man.

- odysseus once again referring to himself as the "loving father of telemachus" when agamemnon is trying to piss him off so he'll join the battle. i'm pretty sure this is a fairly common thing for odysseus to do, and you got to love him for it.

- another popular favorite: agamemnon mourning his very-much-so-still-alive younger brother after menelaus gets shot by an arrow in the thigh. menelaus quickly realizes he's fine and asks his brother to stop lamenting his "death" because if he keeps it up, he's gonna spook the rest of the men and that's just not what they need right now.

- and then agamemnon immediately being like "oh, word? okay, but you need a doctor- SOMEONE GET THE DOCTOR!"

- athena grabbing achilles' hair during the argument between achilles and agamemnon in book one when achilles is deadass about to just kill agamemnon because he's mad as hell. she then proceeds to tell achilles to call agamemnon names instead and books it.

- helen being the bad bitch she is whenever she's on the page, despite her circumstances. not only does she flat out tell paris she wishes he had been killed, but she basically tells aphrodite to bed paris herself, which is ballsy as fuck and i have nothing but respect for her.

- speaking of paris: hector absolutely TEARING into paris after he flees from fighting menelaus one-on-one. he really just says that paris is only good for looking pretty and he wishes paris had never been born. honestly, good for him.

- priam asking helen to point out the various greek leaders and immediately calling agamemnon handsome. idk why but it made me chuckle just a bit.

- priam also comparing odysseus to a ram, which is such a wonderful visual and i think about it a lot.

- antenor, one of priam's advisors, recognizing odysseus when helen points him out and immediately going: "oh, that motherfucker, i remember him. he looks like an idiot, but man, does he know how to use his words to win over a crowd."

- nestor essentially saying "back in my day-" every time he opens his damn mouth. i love him and he never shuts up once he gets going.

i'm positive i forgot a few but these are the ones that i remember. who knows, maybe i'll add more later.

[bookaddictedrose]

Thanks for the tag!!

~last listened song: Him and I by G-Eazy and Halsey

~last book/fanfic read: Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach on Ao3 (yes I'm a Dramione fan)

~craziest childhood memory: idk. . .I have a lot. . . maybe that time when I was four and my mom decided to buy a set of Harry Potter books and told me that I should read them when I got older, but I wasn't a child that listened often so I finished the entire series in like a week. At four years old. (definitely not my craziest, but it's the only thing I can think of right now lol)

~fun fact about me: Rose is my middle name, I actually prefer my first but Rose was better for the aesthetics, so here we are I guess ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

~biggest problem right now: um. My depression I guess. I don't really know.

Also I'm gonna try to start posting more about my personal life because why not and also my blog is slowly dying just like me

~tags: @sage-way @artalicsoul @stolenheartchronicles @reyreadersblog @metallica-jk @itzursafespace @balladofareader + everyone that I forgot + anyone that's interested

Tag gamee!! :D

Last listened song: Life by mother mother

Last book/fanfiction read: bad things to such good people by ellewriteswrongs (its amazing!)

Craziest childhood memorie: i was attacked by a sheep when I was little

Funfact about you: i am in a competitive unicycling team

Biggest problem in the moment you read this: my maths homework

@elegantvoidss @queensilber @spineless-lobster @iamthejam @flowers-jn-her-hair @emo-mohawk-boy @words-dont-word @anyone who sees this <33

[noperopesaredope]

So I Had a Dream the 501st Got a Dog-

This is the greatest thing I have come up with and my best contribution to this fandom.

So the 501st have just finished a battle, and unfortunately, a village was pretty much destroyed in the crossfire. They are currently helping out survivors, and Fives and Echo are looking around for people when they stumble across a big ol' dog. It’s basically an Irish Wolfhound. Actually, it straight up is an Irish Wolfhound.

The two of them decide to take it along with them and ask people if they know who it belongs to. One family says that it's their elderly neighbor's dog, but he didn't survive the fighting. So now this dog is without an owner. Fives and Echo asks if there might be anyone who can or is willing to take the dog in, and they are reminded that everyone literally just lost their homes and they have other things to worry about right now. Fives and Echo look at each other, look at the dog, and immediately sprint over to Rex with the dog in arms.

Fives: Captain, can we please keep the do-

Rex: No.

Echo: But sir-

Rex: We are not keeping the dog.

Fives: But just look at it! 

Dog: *Is adorable*

Fives: Do you have no kindness in your heart? Why would you do something so cruel to a homeless little puppy? Are you really willing to have it fend for itself in the middle of a war torn area with nobody to take care of it? Are you willing to abandon such a sweet, innocent dog?

Rex:

Rex: We'll take it back to Coruscant and find it a new home.

Fives & Echo: Yeah!

Rex: But don't get attached to it. We are not keeping it. This whole thing is temporary.

(Spoilers: It was, in fact, not temporary)

So they bring the dog onto the ship and into the barracks where Fives and Echo begin introducing it to everyone. Rex, meanwhile, is busy doing captain stuff and honestly forgets about the dog. But after they leave and are in space, he gets a call from Anakin about some reports or something. Rex suddenly realizes he completely forgot to tell Anakin about the dog or even ask him if it was okay, and begins to panic. He rushes over to the barracks and says they need to hide the dog.

Shenanigans ensue, and Anakin stumbles upon them in the middle of an attempt to hide the dog in the most ridiculous way possible.

Anakin: Um, what is going on here?

Rex: Sir, I can explain-

Fives: This is the 501st's new pet dog!

Rex: I already told you, we are not keeping the dog. We are just taking it to Coruscant to find it a new home.

Fives: General, can we keep the dog?

Rex: No, we can't-

Anakin: Sure, we can keep the dog.

Rex: *Stares into Anakin's soul*

Anakin: What? I’m technically the general, so my word is final. And I say we should keep the dog!

Rex: We’re in the military fighting in a war! We spend most of our time either on the battlefield or on this ship! How are we possibly going to be able to take care of a dog?

Anakin: We’ll figure something out!

Rex still tries to convince the others that they cannot keep the dog, but then Ahsoka comes in and immediately loves the dog.

Ahsoka: *Aggressively petting the dog* Who is this?!

Fives: We found this dog last campaign.

Ahsoka: Are we going to keep it?

Fives: You should ask the captain.

Ahsoka: *Turns to Rex with the biggest tooka eyes in existence* Rex, can we keep it?

Rex:

Rex: We can keep the dog.

...........

There's quite a bit more (and most of the funniest stuff happens after this), and I might want to post some other stuff for this, but I'll add that stuff in separate posts. Also, feel free to send me asks about it or something.

I'm probably gonna call this the "501st Pet Dog AU" and will tag it as such. Stay tuned for more!

Edit: (Guys, I added a second and third part, and will likely be adding the 4th tomorrow. Here's the link to part 3, which has links to all previous parts)

Edit 2: Link to Part 4, the final story part (unless I add more stuff)

[norissisca]

“FAINTED MEMORY”

post-defected!suguru X non-sorc!reader

angst, death, blood, depression, flashbacks to pre-defected!suguru, all timeline is cannon and fannon as stupid wiki didn’t want me to know timelines (grrr), not proofread

one-shot

a/n : guess whose alive… heh. I bet you guys missed me. Ik this is shit but like js take it, i didn’t bother putting effort into it

January 9, 16.40, 2006

Suguru and Satoru both completed their mission with a sigh of relief, the area they were sent to was quite close to your place, so Suguru was very gleeful about it and even better they saw Shoko waiting for them on their way back.

“Errrghhhhh. . . Suguruuuu!! Why do you have to go to that weaklings place! I thought we were all getting dinner together!”

Satoru would cling onto Suguru like the annoyance he is, Suguru would groan and try push him away as Shoko was chuckling in the background with her cigarette between her lips.

“Satoru! Fuck off and she’s not a weakling, it’s my girlfriend! OI!— OW!”

They both began pushing each other. Well, Suguru tried pushing Satoru away and Satoru kept pushing himself onto Suguru as he tried to kiss his cheek

“Ew! Satoru, stop trying to kiss me!!”

Shoko would began laughing as she stood beside them, amused at the situation the two had gotten themselves in as she pulled out her cigarette between her fingers and glanced to them

“You two would look like a wonderful couple!”

“Ewwwww!! Shoko!”

“Shoko, I’ve already got a girlfriend. . . Please you guys— OW! FUCK SATORU STOP!”

As the three reached to a specific intersection in the city, Suguru would fully push Satoru away and sigh softly as he stopped; making the other two abruptly stop in front

“I’m gonna go now.”

“WHAAAT!! BUT— BUT—“

Shoko would slap Satoru in the head as he yelped and rub the back of his head as she smiled at him and gave him a little wave

“Oh, okay! Biaaa, and tell your girlfriend that I’ve said hi!”

“BUT— SUGURU!”

Suguru would smile back and also wave at the two as Shoko hit Satoru again on the head, causing him to pout as she dragged him by the collar to continue their way back to the school

“SUGURUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”

Suguru would point the middle finger at Satoru calling out his name is a dramatic way with an echo, before spinning on his heel and tucking his hand into his pocket to walk down the walkway to your place.

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January 10, 5.30

“Ugh— The fuck??”

The so-called “solid object” started to stir as well, your eyes adjusting to see what it was just to be greeted by a raven hair boy with a navy blue school uniform on, his hair all messy (probably got knots in there if it’s his unlucky day). His head lifted up to see what just smacked him. . . Oh! It was Suguru, whoopsies. . .

“Morning, bubs. . .”

You would’ve give him a goofy grin as he turn his head to you, exposing his furrowed browed face before it softened when he saw you; tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Last night he just finished his mission with Satoru, obviously as usual Suguru was exhausted and to his glee your house was nearby, so what doesn’t hurt to crash at your favourite girl’s place? (Obviously forcing Satoru to teleport back to his dorms, because this boy needs his alone time with his girlfriend). It’s not like her parents, mainly mum, wouldn’t mind. They knew about their relationship and HELL!! They loved him, except for dad. . . Sometimes her dad gives him the chills, he was scarier than any curse he could possibly come across. What if he was the king of cur—

“SUGURU!! Get up! You have school!”

He almost forgot. It’s a weekday, meaning he’s got to put up with Satoru (not that he minded), another mission, Yaga nagging. Actually, you know what, he is just glad that he gets to wake up and pursue through li—

“OW!”

His school bag would’ve been thrown— No. Pegged at him, and holy shit. . . How the fuck did she throw that?

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With a wave goodbye to your mum and Suguru being the respectful man he is, bowing to your mum goodbye, you both would’ve made your way outside of the apartment to Suguru’s bike

“I don’t think we’ll make it in time to school with a bike.”

“Suguru. . . What are you implying?”

“Don’t worry, princess. After school I’ll come and get my bike back.”

As Suguru turned to you with a smirk, and before you knew it, you were swooped from your feet and now you were in the air as he held you in front of him with his arms around your waist

“SUGURU— WHAT THE FUCK.”

The man dared to laugh as well. . . He thought it was a good idea to throw his non-sorcerer girlfriend onto rainbow dragon because he feared she wouldn’t get to school in time. Screaming you both soared in the sky, some clouds smacking your faces as Suguru continued laughing loudly at the matter, finding it humorous.

By the time they reached your school, he would’ve gently helped you down and gave a small peck on your lips as you stood there horrified and your hair that you spent ages on were no more

“Okay, princess. Love you, and stay safe.”

And with that he was gone again, just leaving you there in your petrified state.

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August 10, 1.22

Again. He crashed at your place, except this time his indigo eyes much more darker and hollow. . . He was far more silent and just laid on your bed, in pure quietness and simply stared off through your opened window. He look dead, and it hurt you so much. . .

Suguru just came back from his recent mission with Satoru, a failed mission. The star plasma mission. After everything you tried making him feel better but his tough exterior that he’s maintained was shattered, unable to be fixed. . . God, he looked so tired. You just wanted to cuddle with him and tell him sweet nothings, say that he’s not alone, that it’s all going to be okay, that you will always be here with him.

“Suguru. . . Please, please talk to me.”

You laid beside him, trying to cradle him, but he was limp, didn’t provide the same affection back. As you didn’t hear an answer from him at all, you just sighed softly with your eyes softening in fear of what happened during the mission and simply pulled him close, giving him a lingering kiss on his head, breathing in the scent of his hair as you raked your fingers through his raven locks

“I love you. . . Suguru. . . You know that, right.”

You tenderly murmured that to him, as a reminder that you were always there for him. Burying your face into his hair, your eyes fluttered shut as a few droplets of tears rolled down your face.

Suguru tensed slightly at your tenderness, but allowed it. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, all of it. Satoru surpassing him. . . Riko’s death. . . His lost battle against some non-sorcerer. . . Haibara’s death. . . And the fact he believed his one and only best friend “died”. It was killing him. He knew it was wrong to be here at his girlfriend’s place, but he couldn’t bear going back to the school. Not now. Now, he’ll have to stay here for the night.

His beliefs and morals were on the edge, he was unbalanced. He didn’t understand anything anymore, he was utterly confused. After that mission he saw the true nature of the capabilities of a non-sorcerer, how could they be so. . . So wrongful, a young girl died and they were happy? He could still hear their clapping. . . It made his blood boiled. Maybe he should’ve listened to Satoru and just killed them all off. Did it mattered anyway?

Was everything even worth it in the long run. Exorcise. Consume. That’s all he did, all he’s able to do. He exorcise and consumes the foulness of a curse, it makes him vomit at the taste, and all of this for just. . . A bunch of non-sorcerers? Weaklings to Satoru’s viewpoint. Maybe even monkeys.

The bed shifted as he went to sit up, slipping away from your warmth. His hair was messy, but it didn’t mattere anyways. He glances down at you to see you gentle breathing. He could recall the conversation he had with Yuki, how he learnt that non-sorcerers were the principle reason to curses, all of his friends died at the hands of curses that were created by non-sorcerers. . . They were fighting for nothing? The main enemy was right in front of them.

Right in front of him. . . Y/N.

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December 24, 2006, 22.00

Ever since, you haven’t heard from Suguru at all, but you did hear about his family and his home village engulfed in flames on a news report. It had you so, so worried, to the point where you cried. Cried with your mum as you feared the unknown that has happened to your poor Suguru. He didn’t cut any ties with you, which only confused you, so technically you both were still dating, though it was complexed.

Both of your parents decided to go out on a dinner date to some restaurant for the night as you, yourself suggested it to them. While they were gone you sat alone in your own thoughts thinking where Suguru now was, probably at his dorm doing some weird witchery shit.

A soft sigh erupted from your chest as your thoughts were interrupted with a door bell ringing at your door. It’s 10 at night, who the fuck could be at the door? With a groan, you fought your way to the front door to open it, to only be greeted by him. . . Suguru. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw him at your door, he wasn’t in uniform at all, except he wore a baggy navy turtle neck with black sweats and a pair of sneakers.

“S-Suguru?”

You would’ve stuttered at the sight of him, he looked happier than the last time you ever saw him. He would’ve raised his hand with a wave and a soft loving smile as you quickly pushed through to hug him, tears swelling up in your eyes.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve just been reflecting. I’m glad I’m back to see you again, princess. You’re still as beautiful as I remembered.”

He would pull you in close before releasing you. Allowing him, you let him inside and took him to the dining room. He would’ve stood there looking at a family photo of you and your parents on the table beside the dining table as you would’ve made your way to the kitchen.

“Do you want anything?”

“Hmm. . . Some tea would do just fine, thank you.”

With a soft nod, you would’ve prepared tea for him, already knowing his favourite kind. It wasn’t really a hassle at all for you to make it, as you already had the leaves stored for him as you would always contain them incase he ever snooped his way to your place.

“You have such lovely monkeys.”

You would’ve raised a brow at his unexpected statement he said, something the he would never say as he was used to your parents. Glancing your head back to Suguru as he saw your perplexed expression. He would’ve turned around and place the photo back down onto the table and made his way to you

“That must’ve confused you a bit. . . You see, I’m planning on creating a new world. Something that has peace, a place without. . . Monkeys.”

Turning around to face him with a nervous chuckle. You tilted your head slightly as you brushed some of his bangs away from his eyes as your fingers lingered momentarily; getting even more confused at him.

“What are you on about? Monkeys? Did you do something and got stoned or whatever, because you sound pretty crazy.”

“Oh. Don’t worry, you won’t understand it.”

As he spoke his eyes would’ve glinted to something dark. . . His tender face now hardening as you stepped back and had a tad of fear visible in your eyes as you, now, was concerned for Suguru. . .

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Suguru stood outside of your place, the heat radiating him as the curse behind him bellowed. His eyes seemed hollow as he stared at the building collapsing down, engulfed in the blue flames. The Sam exact death as his parents.

“Such a shame. . . But I did promise a world without any monkeys, you included.”

Flicking the blood off his hand as they were staining the slight tan skin he had. A tender sigh escaped his lips as he pulled out the crinkled photo of you and your parents that he saw before, glaring at it momentarily before throwing it into the house fire

“Rest well, Y/N.”

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[skysole]

Things from the miscast for people who couldn't see it

We have a guy (Korey?) in a shirt that says “I‘m The Tire Guy” in an inflatable tire

Emma’s dress is so cute??? With the converse and jean jacket, it’s so awesome

HER VOICE???

The notebook says “Sky 4 Cherry” in bubble letters

Jordan Chin as Darry!!! In a pink hat!!!

Aramie as Soda!

Josh Strobl as Two!

Hailey as Steve!!!

JPC for Ace!!

Tilly as Johnny!

Anna as Dally 😭

Emma accidentally said “he hasn’t been the since since” during 1967

They all sang “we don’t have it” after “we don’t have a lot” and Emma laughed

Guys Hailey is so gorgeous what

The song finished and Emma goes “oh hey, didn’t even see you there, that’s crazy” I love her

“How many of you have seen the show? At least ten, good. Who wants to give my speech for me? No? Dang, I wanted a competition” EMMA??

Emma said “thank yew” like Ariana Grande

“Fried chicken dinners” “YUM” Emma that was so aggressive?

Hailey walked over and Emma paused the song to SCREAM “STEEEEEVEEEE” so loud oml

Anna forgot the lyrics and goes “G is for getting… not giving a shit”

Josh did Daryl’s little dance during Soda’s part of GGAH

JPC was laughing during his “you wish” because Aramie laughed saying “eye”

JPC doing a little dancey dance in the background while Josh sings his part

Emma is so sassy? Like, Jordan goes “Ponyboy” and this girl is like “wHAT” and she’s rolling her eyes while Darry sings

“You’re gonna crash and burn” and Emma pulled that “bUT MOOOOMMMMM” pose

JPC is doing a little dancey dance throughout the entire song after Josh’s part

At the end Jordan goes “you know, sometimes you do throw in the towel” and then walks offstage

She said she threatened to quit if Matt didn’t play piano 😭

COLE PLAYED DARRY DURING RITF

It’s so funny to me when they mess up the lyrics because they just roll with it

SKY FOR CHERRY TIME

Okay guys Sky SLAYS like he looks hot

JASON FOR BEV

BRENT AS MARCIA

MELODY AS BOB

Brent is so cunty omg he’s so sassy during FATD

Emma offstage yelling “OH OH OH OH OH OH” while Josh dances

Brent acts like a drunk aunt and I am HERE for it

Sky mouthed “bitch” at the end of FATD

Brent is vibing on his phone while Emma yaps

Brent grabbed Anna’s script and they had to switch lol

Sky is so sassy guys words can’t describe how sassily he and Brent are in this scene

Brent gave Anna the dirtiest side eye when she said “sonnets”

“Genre 💅”

“She’s NOT interested” “let her speek fer herselffff”

“mInDiNg HeR bUsInEsS” - Anna

Brent burped into the mic

Brent burped into the mic again but louder this time and Sky gave him a side eye

“It’s soft ain’t it” “yes” “you got it at that department store” “yes” Sky likes his sweater gang

*awkward pause* “get lost hood”

Brent said “Jesus Christ its so long” really annoyed when Anna kept talking

The coke is paper and after he throws it on Anna Sky went “BITCH”

Brent’s “are you two gonna start in on us now” sounded mildly threatening

“Why are you boys hanging around with trash like… ~Dallas Winston~ 🫦”

“Didn’t he just get out of prison” *offended Sky noise* “EUGH”

“You can protect us” was said so cuntily like he had plans on jumping their bones and made Emma do a double take while Tilly danced with her tongue out

“Youre sherri valance ain’t it” was so awestruck

“Everyone calls me ‘black cherry’ and this… is marcia” (said as Marrr-cee-ah because he did a French accent)

Brent’s slutty “hello” in a deep voice

“What’s your name little boy?”  “who me?” “YEAH 😡 YOU 👹”

Brent leaned in so we could hear him slurping his drink

*awkward pause* “page turn” - Sky

“Oh shit” - Brent who forgot he still had lines

“Outlaws” says Tilly while showing her abs

“Johnny Cade” was said so scarily by Sky omg

“How old are you two 👹” BRENT YOU SOUND LIKE A KIDNAPPER BACK UP SIR

“I’ll be fifteen really soon… mmmm like next julyyyy”

Brent gasping all scandalized “don’t do that” and Sky “i have TOOOOO”

Emma whinneyed before the knees in the armpits line

“Uhm page turn” “thank you page turn”

“What happened to your friend… yonnie, was it?” “its actually Johnny but i like the way you say it better”

*Emma talking about Johnny being jumped* 

Sky: /scandalized gasp/ 

*emma continues*

Sky: mmmm

“Not all those guys are bad” 

Emma: lowers script “be so for real” 

Sky: grins “Okayyy they’re kinda bad” giggles

“Johnny’s not like that” left Sky looking taken aback before he said “oKAY”

“DAMNNN thats what happened to your face?” “well yassss”

“I bet you socs think we have it- I bet you think-” “so close, no, 100 percent” 

“pOnYbOy”

“We have troubles” *scandalized gasp from Emma*

Emma: “Look at that sky” *points*

Sky: *looks at her confused* “what? oh OH!” *realizes she meant the sunset* “what about it?”

Emma, sadly: “she ain’t around no more”

Sky, sassily: “did she rUn OfF”

Emma, offended: “she didn’t RUN OFF she DIED”

Sky: scandalized gasp

Emma: and my dad died too actually now that you BRING IT UP”

Sky: another scandalized gasp

Emma: explaining how they died

Sky: GODDAMN that was yourrr familay?

Emma: yeaaahhh…. Yeeaaahhh devastatingggg

“Uh, Ponyboy… that… wasn’t your fault” Sky you don’t sound too convinced rn why did you make that face

“You weren’t driving that train… were you?” “they can’t prove that”

“You’ve read Great Expectations?” “Im reading it now… IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH” like damn girl you took that personally 😭

Sky hiding behind Emma because he burst out laughing at her offended statement

Emma looked at the audience and said “We get paid for this in real life” and that made Sky laugh harder

“MMHMMM” Sky sounded constipated

“🎵 I was under the impression- 🎵 ORIGINAL KEY” “thank you”

Midway through the song Emma just goes “you look amazing by the way”

“I never talk like this with white people- I mean socs” SKY???

“🎵 I know exactly what you’re saying 🎵” “YOU DO?” “well yeesss”

When he said “you do” Sky pulled back looking so taken aback

“🎵 I’d rather read than fight a rumble 🎵” “damn”

“SING SKY”

Sky dancing like a barbie doll

“Muscles in my stomach and chest and other places” Emma??? Care to elaborate???

Sky looked so disgusted at that 😭

“What was that” GIRL YOU SAID IT YOU TELL US

Emma: finishing her line

Sky: “mansplaining”

“DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW THAT I AM FOR SKY FOR CHERRY”

JASON SANG HOPELESS WAR

Randy was originally a character but then they put his character arc into Cherry instead!!

Jason did NAWT know the lyrics lmfao

Emma walked off and he was like “are you singing the beginning Emma” and she returned and said “I forgot I’m Pony”

“They really did, they wanted her so dead” JASON??????/

awkward silence before Emma reminds Jason of the words

She slowly crept off stage after lol

“I know dananananananananananana same way too” he did NOT know what to sing 😭

THE CROWD HAD TO REMIND HIM OF THE LYRICS

Jason: sings angelically

Also Jason: “I think that went okay:

EMMA SAID “I bet Randy has a stoner ex girlfriend” before laughing at the crowd and Jaosn just said “probably”

“I was afraid no one was gonna get it” EMMA???? GURL!??? We love Jason ofc we know his music 😭

“I had planned laughter just over there” EMMA

“Where were weee? ….riiight and that’s why we have faans in the audience honay”

BRIE AS DARRY BRIE AS DARRY BRIE AS DARRY BRIE LEFTWICH AS FUCKING DARREL CURTIS BRIE AS DARRY

BRIE CAN SING SO GOOD GUYS AND HER OUTFIT ATE

“Don’t be smart with me Ponyboy” “I WAS AT THE DRIVE IN” GIRL SCREAMED THAT

“I’m The Tire Guy” has returned with a lampshade on his head

“SOME GRUMPY LINE ABOUT BEING A KID” Emma, sweetie, those aren’t the words

“🎵 dragging me down 🎵” “SING”

“Darrel never hit me before 😑” “whoops! 🤷” “GET OUTTA HERE”

Emma was talking about the park and how she needed Tilly and Tilly(?) yelled from offstage “SKY ITS NOT YOU” and Emma laughed and went “ITS NOT YOU SKY YOU’RE CHERRY” and then Sky screamed back “IM CHERRY”

“I’ve run away… because… ouch… That really fuckin’ hurt” awkward laugh

MELODY BOB AGAIN GUYSSS

“WOAH WHAT THE- Bob was are you DOING HERE?” “hey guys, sorry, I’m just on the wrong side of townnnn”

“Our understudy Rio couldn’t make it because he’s in Pirates of Penzance” - Emma

“YOU DESERVE TO DIEEEEE” while the “I’m The Tire Guy” has a pirate face taped onto his face holding an inflatable sword and stabbing Melody

MELODY’S COP OUTFIT IS SO CUNTY I LOVE IT

“WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE JOHNNY WHAT THE FUCK” was so aggressive as Emma and Tilly run off stage

Guys I lowkey think Brent was drunk

NONE OF THEM WERE SINGING JFT RIGHT? They all forgot to sing “heard they were from the east side”

Brent started and they joined in

Anna serves tiny lesbian Dallas and I NEED it

Brent’s tiny dance?? 

“Well I got nothin’ for you why don’t get this LA KSBAASAIS line GOT CROSSED” Anna forgetting the words is amazing

Brent walking over to the socs before saying “shit” and returning to Cherry

Guys I can’t explain how much I love Brent in this he’s like so tall and trying to be a supportive bestie but he’s acting so shitfaced

“ 🎵 you never did the things you should 🎵 ORIGINAL KEY 🎵even so I know your heart was good 🎵 NOT ORIGINAL KEY”

Emma offstage just going “right” over and over

“SHAAARRREEERREE” left Hailey, Trevi, Jason, and Davis laughing so hard

Sky making sassy expressions to Brent while Trevi sings

“🎵 what have we done 🎵” DAVIS LOOKED LIKE “WE? SIR THAT WAS ALL YOU” 

SKY’S VOCALS IN JFT

While Sky sings, Brent leaned into the mic to say “that’s right” and Jason went “SHUDDUP” while pointing and Davis lost it

SKY OPT UP IN JTF DURING “out looking for a fight” HE OPTED UP

AFTER HE SAID THAT TREVI WENT “she’s got a point” to Davis

“🎵 Bob was not a jealous man 🎵” “HECK YEAH” SKY?? YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO AGREE

SKY DID HIS CHERRY DANCE THE ONE HE DID ON HALLOWEEN

Hailey had to remind Jason to go grab Brent

Brent and Jason are literally brothers guys they’re dramatically singing

Sky and Trevi ran off stage???

Trevi is in the crowd yelling about the war

Hailey’s vocals are eating

New crush unlocked: Hailey Hyde

“Yeah” Jason says all gangsta while leaving stage

DAMD

EMMA’S VOCALSSSS

“Pony that’s fucking crazy” “no it’s like, lowkey, like I curse everyone I fuckin’ know” “well that’s true but it’s okay” TILLY????? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DISAGREE

Emma is looking at Tilly so fondly awww

WOMEN HARMONIZING YESSSSSSS

DAMD PREVIEW VERSION SPOTTED

EMMA!PONY AND TILLY!JOHNNY KISS AT THE END OF DAMD JOHNNYBOY CONFIRMED

“What was that” awkward laugh EMMA YOU TELL US YOU CAN’T “KISS” TILLY AND MOVE ON

“thank you women” REAL EMMA REAL

HAILEY ANNA AND PONY DOING TITT

EMMA!DARRY AND HAILEY!SODA WITH ANNA!PONY

IN LOVE WITH HAILEY’S VOICE

when you lwk know the words better than the actual actors:

WOMEN HARMONIZING

“I GOT THE LAST HARMONY LINE” YAY ANNA

“We may be professionals but that was the first time we did that all the way right, all the way through” Emma 😭

“I lost where we are [...] welcome to the play I did do this eight times this week”

ARAMIE!SODA LETTER TIME

ARAMIE’S VOICE IS ACTUALLY INSANE

“We are running out of time” he sings while holding up a fucking timer

“Sooooo speaking of time….” awkward laugh

YOU KNOW BRIE’S “the outsiders if” THING SHE DOES ON TIKTOK??? SHE GAVE A SCRIPT OF ONE TO THEM

Emma: “Wow! What a- that was a beautifully sung- I mean written letter by my brother!”

Anna: “Yeah, it was, not gonna lie, though, your brothers are kinda going through it.” (she then had to turn away due to laughing at her delivery)

Emma: “Maybe we should go back…” awkward laugh

Tilly: “That’s so funny, Ponyboy, because I was gonna say we should go back.”

Anna: “But GUYS! All the socs are looking for you. They beat up Two-Bit, remember? What if they do that TO YOU?”

Tilly: “It’s a risk we’re going to have to take, Dally. Besides, you think staying in a church would be any safer? What if it catches on fire?”

Anna: does a cross

Emma: “The stage direction here… ‘The three boys look at the audience knowingly’.”

All three: stare into the audience like fucking Deadpool before Anna loses it

Emma: “That would be really crazy, Johnny. It’s a good thing I’m putting out my cigarette.” drops cigarette, steps on it three times and jumps on it three times - for six solid seconds (yes I counted). “It’s out now. Let’s go back to Tulsaaaa.”

All three: “Yayyyyy…”

Emma: “Back in Tulsa…”

Melody!Cop: “Hey… Are you three the leading roles in the Outsiders musical that was originated by three Tony-nominated actors?”

All three: “Well yaaassss.”

Melody: “Good news! We found out who killed Bob!”

Emma: “Who was it?”

Melody: “It was Rio, the pirate from Pirates of Penzance! Opening April 4th at the Todd Haimes Theatre!”

Emma: “Check it out!”

All four: squealing

Melody: So, you see? You’re free of all crimes held against you.”

The original trio: cheering “YAYYYY!”

Anna: “THE END!”

Emma: “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel so inspired by these last seventy-five minutes. I feel like our adventure would be a really good book.”

Tilly: “Or movie.”

Emma: “Or… musical. YEAH! BIG TONY AWARD WINNING BROADWAY MUSICAL!”

Tilly: “WITH A BROADWAY CARES BENEFIT CONCERRRTTT!”

Emma: “And Soc Saturdayyyyssss!”

Emma and Tilly: “🎵 Dan Berry on a magnet 🎵”

Anna: “And a story that will change the lives of many. A reminder that it’s okay to be different.”

Tilly: “...Yeah…”

WE GOT DAN BERRY ON A MAGNET VOCAL STIM GUYS I LOVE THIS

TULSA 1967 FINALE HERE STARTED WITH THE DALLY LINE

BRENT IS ON HIS KNEES AND HE’S ONLY LIKE TWO INCHES SHORTER THAN ANNA STILL

“I thought and i thought and i thought and I finally began like THIIISSS” while holding up the Sky4Cherry notebook

They’re all on stage singing now and Melody did a hat tip during the part about Bob

“🎵He was just too damn good for growing old 🎵 even though he didn’t die in our story”

“STAY GOOOLLLLDDDD”

JPC literally did that rockstar move with the mic omg

“Thank you” from Jason

Guys Brent missed the bow TWICE first he bowed too early and then they did it in unison and when they straightened he realized and bowed again LMAO

Sky took his wig off 😞

“If you don’t want that we’ll go…we got two shows tomorrow-” “NO STAY FOR US” “what was that” (emma was saying if people donated to BCEF they’d do another song and a fan yelled out)

“We’ll wait” Emma’s voice went so deep

THEY’RE DOING THE JEOPARDY SONG WHILE THEY WAIT

They’re all dancing and Brent is just bobbing his head

“🎵Are you donating or taking a video cause either way we won’t sing a song unless you donate now🎵hey let me see your receipts literally that’s what i’m talking about! We got one right there you want to hear us sing or what let me see the donations let me see it this guy right here is getting a solo come one let me see it 🎵if you’re not interested in another tune 🎵 THERE'S ANOTHER THERES ANOTHER” “🎵we are outta here🎵” (from Tilly) “there’s another, i need a couple more than that boom bow! Okay! That’s like five out of a hundred and fucking fifty people respectfully come on pull out your phones! 🎵theres another and another and another and another let me see some more! I could never do an auction, this is exhausting! Let me see you! What about you guys on the edge there, haven’t seen a phone over there. Saw one in the front, there’s one in the back. And how about- OHHHHH! Somebody on a roll back there! Thank you for your donation yeah yeah there’s another there’s another hey yeah let me some AHHHHH thank you alright you know what I want five more phones in the air that haven’t put their fucking phones up yet don’t lie to me there’s one boom boom there’s two there’s three there’s four there’s five YEEEAHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHH okay feel free to keep donating and stop and ooooh 🎵period.” (This entire thing was so chaotic I had to type it out for you to understand she fucking sang this entire part while the cast danced)

THE FOUR PONYBOYS ARE ON STAGE NOW

SINCE WHEN WAS JPC A PONYBOY

“Y’all walking out, don’t go the bar, come right back” was said in a country accent

awkward laugh “what was that” EMMA WHAT?

“This is for the twelve people that donated… out of a hundred and fifty of you”

“And everyone online? Question mark?” I am Trevi, Trevi is me

They waved to everyone watching online and said hi to their moms 🥹

Emma: “Shoutout to my friend Jill, she’s making a baby”

The guys: “woooahhh”

JPC: “making- MAKING IT?”

Josh: “during our livestream?”

Trevi: “she’s conceiving it?”

Emma: “yeah! She’s creatin- yeah! yeah, be so for real!

Josh: “DURING THE LIVESTREAM 😀😨”

Emma: “a cast full of boys, girls… it’s exhausting”

Josh: “I was like ‘yooo’”

Emma: “I gotta go, you know what, forget it we’re outta here, let’s go”

Fan: “NOOO”

Emma: “what was that”

JPC held his hands up like he was innocent while Emma complained 😭

When she went to leave JPC grabbed her shoulder and Josh was literally losing it laughing at her antics

GREAT EXPECTATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They’re taking turns with the lines!! Trevi then Josh then JPC then Emma

UNISON FOR THE CHORUS

THEY FORGOT THE LYRICS

All four: “...mmnnn maybe this covers-” 

Trevi: “AM I THE ONE” 

Josh and JPC, deeply: “in controllll” 

Emma: “I don’t even play the part, I have an excuse”

Trevi: “me neither, damn” SIR??

I love them so much omg

Emma harmonized and JPC just went 👌

“That under the cover- let’s do it together” “that under the-” “there’s moorrreee” THEY SANG AT THE SAME TIME LMFAO

JPC LAUGHED BEFORE HE FINISHED THE NOTE

“Can you tell we rehearsed that?” emma are you sure you rehearsed any of this

OutsiderIn1983 posted the entire thing on YouTube guys, go check it out! It was amazing, chaotic, beautiful! The vocals ate

There is a chance I put the wrong names, I tried to be accurate but I might have mistaken some of them for others :(

[schemmentisimpasours]

Chapter 12- Simping for Schemmenti

(First Day of School)

Okay but the best gifs always come from @babytakeittothehead

Summary: The first day of school is coming to Abbott and Melissa makes a best she knows she is gonna lose.

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(Do I know when this series is gonna end. NOPE. We are on pure vibes)

Masterlist

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The first day of school came faster than you and Melissa would have liked. All of your boxes were still stacked in various places around the house because as soon as the unpacking started Melissa found a way to distract you. Instead contents would be littered on random surfaces while you lay naked in your girlfriend’s arms. Which is exactly what happened the night before you were both set to go back to work.

The alarm blared loudly and you pulled a pillow over your head to block the sound. Melissa turned it off before ripping the pillow off and tossing it across the room.

“Not today moglie, our little eagles are waiting,” she said putting a kiss on your lips then forehead.

“Baby,” you begged, “Five minutes.”

“You are starting to sound like I did last night,” the older woman laughed tossing your clothes on you.

“And I gave in every time. It’s how you still had me naked at 2 am even though we said we would stop at midnight,” you groaned peeling off the covers, “How are you not exhausted?”

“Schemmmentis don't get tired,” She replied shrugging, “Plus now we are both back in school I'll get to see you less and touch you less. I had to make sure I got in as much as I could last night.”

You wrapped your arms around your half dressed girlfriend kissing her neck gently, “We will see about the whole Schemmentis don't get tired thing after you have a full classroom of first day second graders.”

“You challenging me,” She snipped but you could see the laughter in her eyes.

“Absolutely,” you grinned, “And I will win.”

Melissa merely shook her head before you two finished getting ready. It was her favorite part of you moving in with her. The shared space and the seamless way that you moved around each other. Sharing the bathroom mirror to brush your teeth. The shared clothes in the dresser so there was no more frantic looking in an overnight bag. The way you made her coffee exactly right as she made you a small breakfast setting your pills next to them. How you threw her the keys in the morning after locking her six different locks. Settling into the car your music filling the space as Melissa held onto your thigh. She had spent so long thinking that love had to be big grand things so she could even get a scrap of attention that she forgot how much could be felt even in the smallest of moments.

When you got to school Melissa opened your car door your hands intertwining as you made your way inside. Barbara was already in her normal spot smiling as you entered laughing at something Melissa had said. You set your stuff down so you could sit close enough to catch up with Janine, Jacob, and Gregory but still be close to Melissa. As you chatted with them Melissa sat next to her work wife her second cup of coffee already in her hand.

Barbara wrinkled her nose, “Smells a little strong today Mel. Couldn't sleep?”

“You could say that,” Melissa smiled devilishly as Barbara rolled her eyes, “Now I have to stay awake. We bet on it.”

“You going to lose that bet Melissa,” Barabra laughed, “You know how exhausted you get on the first day.”

“Glad to see you have so much faith in me Barb. Here I thought you were supposed to be my work wife.”

“I still am, I just know when to concede defeat,” She smiled before her and Melissa fell into other small talk.

-

Melissa leaning against the wall looking at the camera crew.

-My summer was great. Started dating the woman of my dreams and got her to move in with me.

Melissa moves away from the camera to do a small happy dance

-I still got it

You coming in wrapping Melissa into a hug.

-Of course you still got it baby.

Melissa visibly softens at the nickname before turning back to the camera crew.

-Y’all can scram. I want to kiss my girlfriend.

They were turning away when Ava calls down the hall.

-Bus duty results are in Jacob and Y/N you are up first.

You looked at the clock and then to Jacob.

-They are literally pulling up now.

Jacob still looking frazzled from the sudden news replied

-I'll race you. Whoever wins gets to choose the movie for game night.

You leaned down to give a quick kiss to Melissa before taking off down the hall towards the bus drop off. Jacob remained a couple of steps behind you as your cardigan fell to the floor. Melissa cheered from the sideline.

-Show em Y/N! You are almost there.Get the gagootz.

As you and Jacob disappeared around the corner shoes pounding against the tiles Melissa shook her head with laughter. Walking towards your cardigan she said

-I'm going to marry that woman one day.

After the words fell from her mouth she swiveled towards the camera.

-If any of yous tell her I will hunt you down with Edith.

-

The rest of the day seemed to fly by as every settled into the chaos of another year at Abbott. You already had a growing headache from the sounds of scrapping chairs and loud bang of markers on the top of the desks. Your voice was hoarse from getting control of the classroom setting the expectation for the rest of the year.

Lunch had been spent in the nurse’s office then Ava’s office since two of your children had thought it would be funny to push each other in the hall with one smacking his head on a locker and the other scrapping his knee enough to see blood. They apologized and agreed to never do it again but by the time resolution had been made lunch was done. As you sat on your desk going over an assignment Melissa silently slipped into the door. She placed your lunch gently behind you and was gone in moments.

After your kids were released to the gym to terrify the brand new gym teacher you ate your lunch letting the headache lessen slightly. You stopped to thank Melissa but stopped short when you saw that she was reading her children a story. You could tell she was doing her best to keep up appearances but she was exhausted. The first day back always took a toll on everyone which was the only reason you had placed the bet in the first place. You let her go back to reading in peace and finished some last minute paperwork in your classroom.

When the students began to trickle out the school Melissa slid next to you placing her head on your shoulder, “How is it you work next door to me and I haven't seen you all day?”

“I think this is the hardest I have struggled to get all the kids transitioned. I couldn’t step away for a single moment,” You mentioned looking at your exhausted coworkers pressed against walls to keep themselves up, “Something tells me we are in for one hell of a year.”

Melissa nodded her head in agreement, “Let’s get out of here. Nothing we can do till tomorrow and I miss my moglie.”

You agreed with her and quickly grabbed your stuff. Melissa was waiting for you in the hallway holding your hand as soon as she could reach it. You walked in comfortable silence waving goodbye to your friends along the way. As you climbed into the car you realized how much of your life seemed to be falling into place. You loved your job, the people you worked with, your girlfriend was amazing… everything you ever wanted was falling right back into place.

As part of your after school routine you showered while Melissa got a snack ready for the both of you. She brought it up to your reading room so you could film a couple of videos before relaxing and reading your new favorite book to her. This routine had started after you had moved in and carved out a time that was specifically just for you and Melissa without distractions.

However after you had filmed your videos you turned to Melissa who was fast asleep curled in fuzzy blanket her head on a dragon squishmallow. You smiled taking a picture of how cute she looked before walking over to her. You reached for your book and settled next to the sleeping Melissa. As soon as she felt you next to her she curled herself around you slowly opening her eyes.

“I lost the bet didn’t I?” She asked with a yawn.

“Oh absolutely,” You laughed, “But you looked adorable doing it. Now get some sleep we can talk about what I won later.”

Melissa merely mumbled an okay before laying her head on your chest and falling back asleep. You kissed her forehead gently flipping through the pages of your book content to live in this little peace of heaven for as long as you could.

-

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[theirwolfbicanthrope]

So a few weeks ago I finally watched Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (2023). And I have…thoughts. Some that were vaguely touched on in a post I made not long after watching. (That was just a bit of pondering - and complaining - about the way Thomas’ desire for financial and career security is positioned as greedy in the recent remakes.) Having had a little time to sit on it and think about the film, I’m ready to dive in a little deeper. 

(Aka I started writing this a day or two after initially watching, forgot about it, stumbled on this in my drafts, and decided screw it, I’m gonna finish this.)

Now I admit it probably is a little unfair to bring Nosferatu (2024) into this because it certainly had a bigger budget and more resources, and I acknowledge that. But seeing Robert Eggers’ take before this one by David Lee Fisher did not do it any favors. Additionally, the similarities and differences between these two remakes are truly fascinating to me. Also, the limitations of this one are not the problem, imo. Overacting, underacting, weird CGI, lower production value costuming and sets are not the flaws of this film (I mean the acting is an issue with some characters, but if the writing hadn’t been so clunky and muddled and heavy-handed, that might not have been as grating). 

So really, this post is half review of the 2023 remake and half a rambling examination on the relationship between Nosferatu films and their original source material, Dracula, and how Dracula adaptations would later influence Nosferatu remakes (fitting, maybe more so because elements of Nosferatu would influence Dracula media too).

Because like, on paper the 1979 remake feels like it should be the most obvious one to point to since they didn’t even bother to use the silent film’s names for the characters, choosing instead to take directly from the novel instead - and here we get our first influence from other Dracula adaptations over the book, because they mix up Lucy and Mina. (Which has always, always been one of my more trivial pet peeves yet it will never fail to make my eye twitch.) It also leaned heavily into a tragic romance angle (although in this one it was purely one-sided), seeming to take note of the way recent Dracula media kept leaning more and more towards a doomed, brooding romantic with the titular vampire.

But that brings me back to these two films which are both so clearly made in not just a post ’brooding romantic Dracula’ era, but a post-FFC’s Dracula one. While Eggers’ opted to take his remake and go for a more historically accurate, somewhat grounded approach, this movie is really just an attempt to recreate the silent film but with dialogue, modern perspectives and - of course - a dash (or more) of influence from Dracula adaptations.

What is so interesting to me is that these two films exist in such similar time frames, it’s just that the process of being made and released are drastically different. Based on wikipedia, this particular remake was financed (via kickstarter) in 2014 and then filmed during 2016, and Eggers’ version was first announced in 2015, a script by 2016 which is now floating around online. Then Fisher’s movie finished filming on schedule only to languish in what seems to be post-production and distribution hell, while Eggers’ attempt continued to fall through repeatedly before finally coming together and being filmed in 2023 - which just so happened to be the same year this movie was first screened. Ultimately, both got released in the last quarter of 2024, and I don’t think it’s jumping to conclusions to say that the release of Eggers’ version probably helped this movie at last see the light of day on streaming. 

Despite the fact that their announcement to release time frame overlaps, the drastic difference in the course of events and the disparity in the hierarchy of filmmaking make it unlikely either one influenced the other. AND YET - both films put an emphasis on Ellen having a pre-established connection to Orlok that predates Thomas, and posit the idea that Orlok is ultimately coming to Wisborg for her specifically. 

This goes beyond the infatuation that Dracula has for Lucy in the 1979 film. That particular remake does not imply any connection between them predating Dracula’s glimpse of Lucy’s photo. It does not show Lucy feeling a pull to Dracula - instead she outright rejects him when he comes to her, asking her to join him. She is full of a righteous conviction that Dracula cannot shake - not so much in God, but in the love between her and Jonathan, in herself. (Lucy not only discovers the knowledge that she can stop Dracula if she allows herself to be sacrificial bait to ensure his demise, but she actively works to render his new home unsafe for him so he has nowhere to go if she fails. She is out there sanctifying the house he bought and the coffins she could find, all while Jonathan remains at home in a catatonic state and everyone else dismisses her.) 

These remakes, however, want to explore the idea that Orlok and Ellen already have a connection somehow, that Thomas is specifically chosen for this reason, that Orlok comes to Wisborg specifically for her. And both films - because this is a post FFC’s Dracula world - want their Ellens to feel a pull towards him, too. 

(Sidenote: I’m not saying this as a condemnation, just an observation. And full disclaimer, I personally do ship the Hutters and the Harkers in many versions, and then Orlok with one or both Hutters in most versions. Likewise with Dracula and one or both Harkers.)

But while Eggers’ goes all in with his “Demon Lover”, dark and tragic triangle approach, this film feels uncertain of where exactly it’s going and what exactly it’s doing. Ellen supposedly has dreams of Orlok, but we are never privy to them - we are simply told about them, and only earlier on. Ellen talks to Ruth (Harding’s sister in this, like the original) about her dreams, that she is seeing a shadow in them that lingers when she’s awake. We are never shown such a thing. While we do witness a dream of hers that seems related to the events unfolding, it is bizarre, does not actually feature Orlok in it - it actually starts with Ellen hearing Thomas call her name in the distance, but Thomas does not appear in it either - and is never referenced again. (I’m not even getting into the fact that she’s pregnant in the dream despite the fact that there is no talk of pregnancy or even wanting a child in any other part of the movie.) Ellen also goes on to tell Ruth she feels drawn to this shadow and conflicted over it. 

We have a moment where Ellen is talking about Thomas and also the shadow, and says “She loves him,” and I admit, I am not quite certain which “him” she’s referring to. It makes sense that she’s talking about Thomas, but the phrasing is awkward and unclear. And then this leads to Ruth talking about different kinds of love, including “forbidden” love, and it is heavily implied she’s a lesbian and is sort of coming onto Ellen? This is also never really brought up again. (Okay to be fair, earlier on Ruth and Harding argue over her not being married and she’s very insistent on not marrying, so they did lay some groundwork. Only to then drop it. This is a pattern.)

Oddly enough, during the first half of this movie, Ellen, her relationship with Thomas, and her ‘told but never shown’ dynamic with Orlok felt eerily similar to what I’ve read and been told of Eggers’ 2016 draft. This Ellen feels unfulfilled, unloved; there’s a sense that she struggles to love Thomas, while Thomas seems mostly happy to be married but less interested in who he’s married to (he cannot even tell her he loves her when leaving, after she says it to him). Ellen speaks of her dreams that make her feel confused and feels a pull towards darkness. Thomas is obsessed with attaining wealth and being just like his best friend Harding (here named Wolfram), while Ellen doesn’t care about such things.

To be quite honest, had I not read that this was filmed in 2016, I’d be convinced that the writer/director here had seen Eggers’ early script and took some of it to heart when making his own version. This film’s Thomas even knows, as he languishes in Transylvania, sick from his travels and Orlok feeding on him, that Orlok is specifically targeting his wife. A strong indication that these remakes are both - consciously or not - heavily influenced by adaptations of Dracula as much as the novel itself and nearly as much as the original silent film.

Plus, neither 1922 and 1979 give any indication that Thomas/Jonathan and Ellen/Lucy do not love each other or are not happy together. I already spoke of ‘79’s Lucy and her faith in their love, and on Jonathan’s end there’s plenty of evidence that he loves her in return. While he seems to be unmoved by Lucy’s sacrifice at the end, this feels like part of his transformation. My personal interpretation of Jonathan at the end was that becoming a vampire/nosferatu has turned him into the worst version of himself - rendering him unfeeling and unaffected, detached from that which made him human, which made him Jonathan. Hence not remembering Lucy or their relationship after returning home even before he turns. He is newborn in his vampirism, he does not have the sadness or loneliness of that movie’s Dracula, who has been such a creature for too long. And though financial success/economic concerns are present in the original and maybe vaguely so in the ‘79 film, Ellen/Lucy are not so outspokenly against Thomas’ financial worries. There is no indication that Ellen or Lucy are unhappy, unfulfilled, or longing for some secret darkness. They do not want Jonathan to go, and seem to have some sixth sense that something awful will happen, but it is not due to an already existing psychic or spiritual connection with Orlok/Dracula.

In a lot of ways, 1979 - despite using names from the novel for its characters - honestly seems to be the least influenced by adaptations of Dracula. Probably because it came earlier on, while 2023 and 2024 both came after FFC Dracula and its enduring influence over the world of Dracula media, for better or worse. Coppola’s lavish and over the top adaptation itself drew from Nosferatu (mostly in regards to Dracula’s shadow and I think the noticing of Mina’s picture - I could be completely misremembering, but these seemed to originate from the 1922 film, not the novel itself). The 1992 film went in hard on Jonathan Harker being stuffy and overly prim and proper, with Mina being sexually unfulfilled/frustrated and craving something more, something darker - and though it is not the originator of the reincarnation plot, it was the one to solidify it in pop culture and truly cement the concept of Mina and Dracula being the real romantic story, that they had a preexisting connection that Jonathan was ultimately the third wheel in.

(I did, through an ask sent after my post discussing the remakes’ depiction of Thomas and his relationship with money, find out that an early draft of the 1992 Dracula is accessible online and included Jonathan being very focused on money/coming across greedy, which makes me think that might be the root of 2023 and 2024 taking similar approaches.)

What is interesting is how 2023 and 2024 clearly exist in this post Dracula 1992 world and are influenced by that version, but in different ways both movies seem to try to reject it as well. There’s of course Eggers’ discussing how he didn’t want to do the romantic hero version, he wanted Orlok to be an asshole evil vampire while still exploring a twisted triangle between him, Ellen, and Thomas. But 2023 rejects this influence by basically just…dropping it after a point.

All that foundation laying and variation from the original silent movie? Pretty much goes nowhere and means nothing, and I am left wondering what was the point. Those dreams? That pull? Ellen feeling something for the shadow? Just dropped. The only additional, on screen moment between the two (and calling it that is a stretch) comes when Orlok finally feeds on Thomas - Ellen dreams that she’s there, sort of, and can see what’s happening. While this is indicated through editing in the original, this film explicitly shows her viewing what’s happening through a watery window while she sleepwalks. And…yeah. That’s basically it. The rest of the film sticks much closer to the original version, with a few added moments and minor alterations here and there. 

Harding’s sister Ruth dies and he becomes convinced Knock did it, while Thomas tries to convince him that the plague is no mere plague but the curse of the vampiric Orlok - sound familiar? I swear, did these two directors hang out at some point? - but Ellen’s plot suddenly becomes painfully identical to the silent film. Whatever additional meat was given to her now means nothing. (We even find out in this version she’s of Romani descent, which is what the protection charm she gave to Thomas comes from and I think is supposed to explain her “mystical” nature - but we find this out in a scene between Thomas and the nurse who believes his talk of Orlok and vampirism at the Transylvanian hospital, and it’s never acknowledged again.)

While 2024 decided to give Ellen a connection to Orlok and make her the central figure from the getgo through to the end, 2023 seems to give it to her for a little added flavor that is burnt up early on, and then decided to remain firmly focused on Thomas. Even with the unflattering portrayal of the character, Thomas in this specific film has the most consistent character arc. Which is truly frustrating, because again - this iteration of Thomas is absolutely insufferable and an awful husband. All the negative things said about Thomas in Eggers’ remake, even the most biased? Yeah, all that can be applied to 2023’s Thomas Hutter and more. (In fact, I won’t lie - the dialogue between Thomas and Orlok at the dinner table the night of his arrival reads like a parody fic fed by some of the most outrageous anti-Thomas sentiments I’ve seen on here and heard of from others.)

Where Eggers’ Thomas is allowed to show Ellen love from the start, in this version, Hutter cannot tell his wife he loves her back before he leaves, holds the charm she gave him with little regard even as a token of her concern for him, and happily sleeps with a Romanian local during his stay at the inn before reaching the castle. He’s rude and completely dismissive of her. Also it’s implied that though they’ve been married a year, they have not actually had sex? (As I type this out, I am pondering if this was what the pregnancy in her one dream related to, a desire to procreate with her husband already. It would have helped if it had been acknowledged at any other point. This movie is not overly subtle with a lot of its dialogue, but then it has other elements where I think I get what it’s saying but if I’m not reading too much into it, it is being painfully vague and obtuse.) 

I’ve read some discussion on the original silent film, where it discussed this sort of exaggerated innocence between Ellen and Thomas at the beginning and that they’re ‘childlike’ before Thomas leaves, discussing the influence of the filmmakers’ backgrounds as soldiers. As well as the fact that some of them were gay. Now, I can’t say whether or not that was director David Lee Fisher’s intention, but I struggle to see it. Maybe that’s a me problem. Even if that was the intention, did he have to make Thomas the worst husband who only cared about becoming “the richest man in Wisborg”? 

Thomas’ arc in Fisher’s remake isn’t so different from his arc in Eggers’, on paper. Unfortunately, while Eggers made his Thomas more sympathetic over the years of working on his script, this movie went hard for having Hutter be a shitty, obnoxious, greedy, dismissive asshole of a husband. Instead of Thomas learning to take his wife at her word about these otherworldly things and that money won’t save them, it’s Thomas learning he actually loves his wife and should treat her better, also stop being a greedy bitch, and maybe man up some. But it’s too little, too late, and doesn’t feel that sincere. Perhaps his lesson was that his greed was the root of all this suffering. Which, whoo boy - but I have a whole other post ranting about how frustrating THAT kind of storyline is in this day and age.

There were interesting ideas in Fisher’s remake, which might be the most annoying part of how underwhelming it was and how close it ultimately remained to the original. Trying to emulate the visual look and style of the silent film gave it a chance to explore those ideas in interesting and different ways from the theatrical remake. But probably because it bound itself so closely to its source - despite other adaptation influences - all those different ideas ultimately fizzle out, and it becomes basically a rehash of Murnau. What feels like a building towards something deeper between Ellen and Orlok goes nowhere, and in the end they have as little interaction here as they did in the silent film. Thomas and Ellen declare their love for each other after he returns, but it feels empty and unconvincing. (Not helped that Ellen has no idea he cheated, and he definitely doesn’t bring that up in his apology.) Ellen sacrificing herself to stop Orlok because it’s the right thing to do? I believe it. Doing it to save Thomas because she loves him? In this version? I don’t buy it in the slightest.

I decided against really getting into the acting because again, it’s the writing/direction that I have the most problem with. I will say Orlok and Ellen are both pretty well portrayed but I feel weird naming anyone because I know Orlok’s actor is on tumblr. I will say he was criminally wasted. The rest of the cast give performances ranging from passable to ‘overeager theater kid’. To sum up my feelings on Fisher’s writing and directing - I found both to be underwhelming, murky, clunky, and uncertain. Sometimes it will lay its themes out in overly heavy-handed dialogue, and sometimes it’s so painfully vague I have to wonder if I am simply reading into things that aren’t there - at least to me.

My apologies if this is all over the place and not the most concise review/examination of the 2023 remake and how Dracula/Orlok can’t escape the shadow of FFC. Really this was more about getting my thoughts out. And maybe also work on my rusty as shit meta writing. In a stunning twist, I might make gifs of this movie’s Ellen at some point. Look, she was absolutely lovely, and I have a soft spot for the actress. 

Anyway, come talk to me or send me asks about Nosferatu films or the Throuple if you like! The brainrot is still strong. 

[aldisobey]

WIP Whenever

Alright this is from some weeks back. I’ve shared enough of the current Foolproof chapter I’m working on and I was inspired by your post @emmg it was one of those beautiful thoughtful Emmrich ones where he was thinking of adorning Rook all in gold. And you sharing your fantastic amazing my god do I love Aftertaste Emmrich reminded me of earlier inspo. So here. My Rook Worne Thorne that cannot be given jewelry. He got stuck. I dunno if I’ll finish this WIP but it was a spur of the moment then from your writing and I was gonna and then I forgot it and here.

Ah fuck I deleted and fucked all my tags. tag me everyone this is just silly anyway and I also need to get to the goddamn store so I’m throwing it out at you.

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He knows, now, that gold will never adorn Rook. It is too soft, too pristine, too stable. Permanent. He did try. Once. Before experience taught the better. Rook was eager, excited. A first! He said after confirming the ribbon wrapped box’s purpose, after laughing wildly and squeezing the breath free from Emmrich. The mage hadn’t winced at the crushing embrace, smiled a ‘my pleasure’ to cover horrified thought a first. Could it be? But questioning never made its way. Rook placed the simple bangle about the wrist. A grinned acceptance of a pretty gift, pecks and thanks exchanged before a rush out to morning run. Something nice at last. All leather and cloth and dirt, here now, a sparkle, a gilding, to highlight. Outline that glimmer seen within. Finery hadn’t made its way to Worne yet, they might find it fit.

Hours pass. The worry starts slow. Builds as breakfast comes and goes. A ritual Rook has never missed. But the paths between remain silent, and you can always hear the coming and going when the Grey Warden sets out, when he returns. Emmrich waits at the crossroads gate, steady drum of fingers on staff, the others checking now and then, here and there preparing, perhaps, a search. Ill luck should never be fought, he recalls, not a fate to tempt. Kirkwall’s own luck Rook grinned when Emmrich pressed. And he thought he could hear the gold slip over callused skin again. Face pinched, somehow paler, drumming ceases as grip tightens.

“I’ll locate him. Harding?”

The dwarf had entered moments ago, he didn’t need to turn to hear the creak of gear, clink of buckles on bags as she gathered tools of wandering.

“Yep! Let’s go!”

And they were off. To Arlathan. Where they gave simple greetings to the Jumpers. Where they were given directions before the questions were asked. Their allies wondered too where the running Rook had gone.

Not far it turned out. The sound started soft, a faint call, some foreign song neither dwarf nor man could place. A whistled song. Both knew the tone. And worry, finally—blessedly—ceased. He can feel his breathing ease, fresh thoughts at a full pull and an unhurried stride. Notes that Harding, in all her gear makes less noise. At periphery he sees the smirk. He had been rushing. No longer. Her countenance at side isn’t met, but joined with a forward facing release. Tight pulled skin at lip and brow smoothed by far notes of comfort.

“Sounds like he’s doing fine!” It’s possible she never worried. It’s likely many such events happened with Rook when she traveled with him and Varric. But then she gave a start, a pause, and then he smelled it as well. Blight. Rotting darkspawn.

Harding spoke in a whisper, “We should…”

“Rook!” Emmrich called out. The whistling ceased.

“…sneak in and see….” She grumbled normal volume. But Emmrich widened his stride, near running toward the fading sound.

“Nonsense. If any are left we call them off him now.”

“Emmrich, but we…”

“I will deal with them.” He spoke in an ending manner. A harsh stop that made, for a moment, the lyrium in her blood hum. A trickle fear, and she followed assured of his word.

But none ever came. Instead they arrived to a killing ground. Genlocks, a few hurlock, and there, at the far end, a dead ogre with Rook caught hand in its mouth.

“Harding go back and get Taash, Davrin, enough to carry Rook immediately.”

“Shouldn’t I stay? Won’t more darkspawn come?”

“Now!”

“Harding. He needs care this area is secure.” She took off running then. “The sled in my quarters would be helpful!” He shouted back as he swept forward.

Voice dropped several registers, “Oh Rook,” his gaze swept again, “you promised…” the words shook.

Rook grinned pale from where he lay, “I…” the grin broke and the rogue sniffed, “I had to try.”

Emmrich saw them then as he slid next to Rook in the bloody dirt. He hadn’t sensed them.

Because they were dead.

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trick or treat!! 🎃

Happy Halloween! You got "spatter.clip"; this file was created on June 1, 2021 :)

[abnomi]

been trying to get back into animation

original gif below ^^ teehee!

[nuclearanomaly]

IDK Emmrich... maybe that one should have been left alone

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i love garters