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ianrosenberger · 8 years ago

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Heather’s Game Changers Cast Ranking/Analysis

My Absolute Faves:

1. SANDRA

Okay I can’t even describe how excited I am that Sandra is on this season. She’s my favourite survivor player ever and is the EPITOME of a game changer. Sandra delivers the perfect combination of strategy and entertainment for me and the survivor franchise should consider itself blessed that she agreed to return. As for her chances of going far, everything in me is saying she’s bound to be a premerge boot, but it’s queen changa! In pearl islands and heroes vs villains she was still screaming premerge boot but clearly we know how that turned out. I’m rooting for her above everyone else which is redundant to say when she’s already #1 on the list but... had to let that fact be known again.

2. TONY

I think I would say Tony is my third favourite survivor contestant ever (behind mother sandra ofc and Kim Spradlin). He’s crackedt out of his mind and it’s pure entertainment gold. I’m never not fascinated by trying to figure out the logic behind what Tony is doing. I don’t see how it would be possible for him to get far again sadly, but whatever happens I’m sure he’ll go out in a blaze of glory. Apparently he’s already been jumping out of bushes and whatnot at the pregame ponderosa like . .. . crackedt legends only.

Love these casting choices:

3. CIRIE

Cirie really did THAT strategically in Panama and Micronesia. Unlike the other two legends I already talked about, I do see a good chance of Cirie going far in the game again. I haven’t watched Micronesia or Panama recently (and I lowkey forgot what panama was and typed casaya for the season name while making this post), so I don’t have a crisp memory of everything she did, but..basically I remember that I stanned it. The only thing I’m concerned with is her rivalry with Sandra or whatever their relationship could be called. I’m not gonna lie; when I heard that she said Sandra didn’t deserve to win either of her seasons, I was....disgusted. Tbh. That doesn’t take anything away from the fact that Cirie’s gameplay was everything but girl...don’t come for Sandra like that.

4. ANDREA

Andrea has really grown on me since she first played. I don’t think I had much of an opinion on her in redemption island because I really didn’t care for anybody in the cast at all dfsndjfndsj but in Caramoan I liked her! She gives me constant conspiratorial vibes which I need to really STAN a survivor contestant. I just think she needs to fix her social game a bit because strategically I do think Andrea has the capability to win. Other than that I just enjoy her presence on my TV. I don’t think she’ll be targeted for a while by anyone but dumbfucks like Caleb or Brad for the same reason sexually deprived men usually target her *eyes emoji* so..yeah I have high hopes for her!

5. MICHAELA

I don’t think I appreciated Michaela enough while MvG was on (also because I missed a ton of episodes for school and had to binge watch the season in chunks of like five eps at a time). But Michaela has the makings of a legend - she gives me the blend of entertainment and strategy that I referred to in describing Sandra. A different blend than Sandra of course, but Michaela is a unique character in my mind, and I think if she can get past the barrier of being an unknown variable to the rest of the cast, she could do really well. I’m excited to watch her on the season regardless.

6. HALI

MUVVA! The ONLY good thing that I remember about W*rlds Ap*rt excluding Carolyn. Honestly half the reason I love Hali as much as I do is because she’s hot and that’s just the tea. Her weird analogies in confessionals and unintentional comic relief at tribals are great and I’m looking forward to them, as well as her renewed motivation to actually be a strategic force in the season. In worlds apart she at least TRIED to do something strategically, so now I’m hoping she can maybe tune her social game up a bit in order to be able to implement some of her schemes.

7. MALCOLM

Yeah I absolutely am thirsty for Malcolm. Sure am. Is that why he’s this high on the list? Britney_spears_crying_yeah.gif . SNkjdsfhjdskh I’m only half serious about that. Based on the pregame ET Canada interviews, I think his ego either got bigger or he’s just more comfortable showing it now that he’s played twice and feels like there’s less to prove, so I could see him being more of a villain this season than an underdog like his first two seasons. He is strategically adept, and I don’t think there’s a chance he could become someone’s goat and get super uninteresting, so all in all I’m happy he’s coming back.

8. JT

Ohh JT. If I remember correctly, he was the first person to play a perfect game and I think that makes him a game changer. What bumped him up in my rankings was the fact that in his interviews, his passion for the game is burning up like Russell’s hat in the fire. JT is NOT here to play games this season. I liked him in both Tocantins and HvV; I think he gives a level headed and still insightful perspective into the game, and in spite of him giving Russell that idol, I do think JT is one of the smartest people on this cast in terms of not only being able to come up with good strategic moves but being able to implement them. I agree with what he said in his interviews that people will more remember his blunder in HvV and extreme loyalty to Stephen over him winning and probably be more inclined to work with him, so I think JT could definitely make it far and maybe win again.

Happy with these casting choices:

9. ZEKE

Something about Zeke’s personality I’m drawn to. I wasn’t a humongous Zeke stan in MvG (because I was rooting for David’s side I’m sorry Zeke), but as the game went on, he went from initially annoying me because he looked too old to be on the milennial tribe to being really endearing and pleasant to watch. Maybe it’s recency bias but seeing him and Michaela going into this season for some reason feels like two new players being cast into a season of allstars, and automatically makes me want to root for the two of them.

10. TROYZAN

Let me take a minute and fasten my wig on before saying this but um..I like Troyzan. dnsjkgfhjkhd if you want to block me after that I understand. He pissed me off in One World of course because he tried to act like he could compare to the legendary Kim Spradlin when he clearly could not, but now that Kim isn’t here I think he might be more tolerable. He’s an independent thinker which is the main quality that makes me like Troyzan. It’s a mess that the main thing he’s remembered for is screaming “this is my island” at a group of women who then steamrolled over his corpse, but it at least proved that he’s not only extra and will add some drama to the show, but he will pave his own way strategically.

11. AUBRY

No one can deny that Aubry was a strategic force in Kaoh Rong. That’s the main reason that I’m happy that she’s returning because I think she definitely earned it with her level of gameplay. For some reason there’s a disconnect for me with Aubry that I hope this season will patch up and I’ll be able to fully stan her. She doesn’t have that quality for me that I love in players like Sandra, Tony and Cirie, where they are not only amazing strategically but also have that entertainment factor. In summary, I have no qualms with this casting choice, but I’m going to have to wait until the season starts to know whether I’m going to root for her or not.

Lowkey not doing it for me:

12. SIERRA

I remember really liking Sierra in W*rlds Ap*rt until the moment she rejected Hali’s plan, then let herself get dragged behind the likes of D*n F*ley and W*ll S*ms. That was just sad. Her only moment of redemption was voting for Carolyn at FTC, but it was too little too late for me. I still really like Sierra as a person, but for me to sit here and start saying I think she’s a game changer in any way would be a complete load of shit. I don’t see why Carolyn wasn’t given her spot, but she wasn’t, so I hope Sierra can really prove herself this season as a strategic player, because at this point I wouldn’t give her that label.

13. CIERA

I’ve seen enough of Ciera. I understand why she’s a game changer, and as such I understand why she’s on the season, but I’m just tired of her. I think it’s because of her political views that I just haven’t been able to reconcile. I really liked her on Blood vs Water and she was pretty good during Cambodia, but every time I think about her I just start thinking about how she’s a Republican and I’m like okay................ . . . .. um.... I can’t. I’ll know that I’ll never root for Ciera over the top nine people on this list, but I don’t HATE her, so if she goes as hard as she did at the end of Blood vs. Water I think I’ll end up liking her more. I think my opinion is also based on the fact that I don’t see where her storyline could develop from here on the show. Anyways.. I like? Ciera? At least somewhat? So..I think she will at the least deliver some quality conspiracies on the show.

14. TAI

I like Tai but the only thing I remember about him is him loving a chicken and him being very wishy washy at the end of KR. I could see him going far again for sure, but not on his own strategic merit; I think he could easily become the goat of a stronger player ie at least 80% of this cast. I mean if that has to happen I hope it’s Sandra :)) but yeah...in general...I don’t think he was THAT popular to merit a spot on this season in spite of not really being that great of a player. I’m sure he’ll have some other cute moments with animals and nature and whatnot so I’m looking forward to those I guess?

15. OZZY

Ozzy is the lowest person on my rankings that I would consider to be a game changer. The reason why he’s this low in spite of that is because I think even though he has changed the game, the game hasn’t changed him. He’s played THREE TIMES before this and I still get the sense that he’s going to use the exact same strategy this season...yikes. In South Pacific, he was being more strategic I think..but that may just have been because he felt like the leader of his tribe, so the narrative of the season centred around his thoughts for the tribe and his influence on the tribe. Were his ideas actually strategically sound? Not really, even though I think it’s good that he recognized that physicality was his biggest asset so he took advantage of that (referring to him getting himself voted out to go win duels on redemption island). At least Ozzy has gained some self awareness over ten years? Maybe? I hope so for his sake.

Yikes:

16. JEFF

I’m sorry but how is he a game changer. I can’t fully speak to Jeff’s abilities because I still haven’t watched Australian Outback but based on his game in Cambodia, he was serving some hot mess teas. He did deliver some entertainment like him calling Abi out at the challenge (or getting called out by her I lowkey dont remember), so my best hope for him is that he delivers some more of those. I could see him aligning with Sandra, so if that happens he will almost definitely shoot up in my rankings. As of now though, I don’t have any expectations for him. He’s at least not loathsome and completely deluded.

17. DEBBIE

I’m over Debbie’s shtick. I feel like she’s going to get herself embarrassed by the players this season who are ACTUALLY strategic. I think the reason she’s on this season is supposed to be for entertainment value, and in a regular cast filled with slightly more boring people that’s fine, but this is game changers. Everyone here is entertaining in their own right and Debbie is just annoying to me. Honestly she’s only above Sarah because I feel like she won’t last long and therefore I’ll have to deal with seeing her less and get less annoyed. If she targets players that I don’t like, maybe I’ll starting warming up to her and she’ll rise in my rankings, but for now I’m not hype about her.

18. SARAH

Girl. Her dealing with the Kass situation that resulted in her voteout was one of the most embarrassingly bad displays of strategy - or LACK OF strategy rather - in a minute on Survivor. Sarah really doesn’t entertain me at all and my impression of her from Cagayan leads me to believe she will probably not be that strategically adept. I’m in disbelief that she was even cast, like...really??? CBS couldn’t find anyone either more strategic or more entertaining than Sarah? damn. The one moment I can remember liking her was in Morgan’s ponderosa video when they were putting on makeup together because ok that was cute but it had literally nothing to do with the game. I could see her going far which annoys me even more because I wouldn’t want her to stay in the game over anyone higher on this list, maybe just Debbie. I hope Sarah can get it together this season because I’m almost done with her and the season hasn’t even started.

Good riddance:

19. BRAD

Brad is totally a game changer! He invented getting his wig torn off by Candice Cody and Marissa Peterson!! KWEENT Bread <3 God I can’t believe he’s on this season. Based on the previews, they’re going to try to give him a redemption arc of some kind which I’m already over. The good part about him is that I can’t see him winning even if he gets to the final three, so as long as a smarter player that I like can get control over him, I can support him being on the season as a meat shield. If Brad does manage to at least fake some humility and become a better player, good for him I guess. I just know it’s highly unlikely I’m going to end up rooting for him unless he targets the very last person on this list.

20. CALEB

Bye. Bye. Literally bye. Whose dick is Caleb sucking at CBS to not only get on survivor the first time after being a complete embarrassment on BB, but get to return?? ON A GAME CHANGERS SEASON?????? Mike Skupin got airlifted first and he did it in a literal blaze of glory so Caleb...hunty..please explain how you changed anything. His interviews are even more cringeworthy, with him saying dumb shit like “I’m just happy I can return so I can be a warrior for my tribe” GIRL......B Y E GO HOME!!!! Maybe he’ll become an actual game changer if he gets medevaced twice. That’s the only hope I have for his legacy.

#survivor #survivor game changers #gc #game changers #antyways all of THAT said and like two hours later im super excited for the season!#ill definitely be watching the premiere tomorrow

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according-to-the-laura · 3 years ago

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StackedNatural Day 11: 7x02

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September 30, 2021

7x02: Hello, Cruel World

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: September 30, 2011

Plot Synopsis:

The leviathans destroy Castiel's body and break loose. Now Sam, Dean, and Bobby have to track them all down. Meanwhile, Sam is beginning to struggle with what is real and what is a hallucination.

Features:

Cas walks into the reservoir, Dean holding the trenchcoat like a war widow, more Lucifer hallucinations, finally an episode for the Samgirls, Bobby is a good dad and also capable of performing an autopsy, the indestructibility of leviathans.

My Thoughts:

Half of the effects in this episode are really cool and the other half are incredibly, atrociously bad. I love the black goo dripping off Cas’ fingers and down his face, it is so gross and so ominous and so good. The reveal of the Leviathan mouths though….. Just the worst cgi I’ve ever seen on this show, and there’s a fair amount of bad cgi on Supernatural.

The disappointing thing is that even without enough lead up on the leviathans as a monster (see my thoughts on what would happen this season in the secret good supernatural here), they’re a really cool monster until you see the bad mouths. The ability to infect people via dark clouds in the local water supply (hello, Dead in the Water parallel) and to blend in based on the knowledge of their host body (vessel?) is really cool! The blood splatter was a bit overdone, but it was in a fun way and definitely showed how lethal they are. And then the mouths appear and I completely lose the ability to take them seriously. Also, what a bummer that the one leviathan didn’t stay in the little girl. I love when the monsters are creepy little kids.

This episode gets a bump in my rating because I love watching Dean pick Cas’ coat out of the water and fold it up like a war widow with a flag while he says “dumb son of a bitch” in the shakiest little voice. Makes me sad in a way that is also somehow over the moon.

The Lucifer hallucinations ramp up in this episode and I love them, personally. Unreality plot lines are so fun and I think this one is really well done, even though I wish it ramped up a bit slower. This is my complaint for basically this entire season, can you tell that I love a slow burn? Anyways, I think the scene where Sam is talking to Dean and Bobby about his hallucinations and Lucifer is chiming in rules. It’s just good storytelling! Also very much enjoyed one of the later Lucifer hallucination scenes when Sam is in the kitchen and Lucifer is in the living room, and has red rim lighting along one side of his body the same way Sam does in the season 4 premiere. Good shit.

Do we ever get an explanation about what happens to the original hosts of the leviathans? Like once they’re in a human body they can shapeshift (but NOT in a cool way by ripping off their skin like the original shifters), so when does the soul of the host leave the body? This will never be answered.

If anyone else was curious, I looked up what “5150’d” means (Sam says, “Look, Bobby’s running the hub, I’m – I’m 5150’d, which leaves you to follow this thing up”), and it’s the number of the section of the Welfare and Institutions Code, which allows a person with a mental illness to be involuntarily detained for a 72-hour psychiatric hospitalization.

I do like that Sam and Dean get a chance to talk about their respective Hell-trauma finally, but if I’m remembering right it doesn’t really go much deeper than what we see in this episode, which does bum me out in a big way. Unpack your mental issues! Try and get better! These boys need a therapist (and medication probably wouldn’t hurt, Sam).

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“You think this fruit-bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul like some peppy American Psycho, till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia. You’re real. I’m very real. Everything between is what we call set dressing.”

“It had to be a mess, Sam, or you wouldn’t believe it was your life.”

“You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.”

“Now we’re getting there. Pinocchio’s seeing his strings.”

“Hey, so maybe I’m not real. Nobody’s perfect. And I’m not going anywhere, Sam.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.5

IMdB rating: 8.5

In Conclusion: Tomorrow is The End, one of my all-time favourite episodes! Get excited!

Also, if you’re in Canada, happy first ever National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. My trash province won’t recognize it but my not-trash employer thankfully will.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #7x02 #Hello Cruel World #any spn episode with a comma in the title is targeting me personally

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cilldaracailin · 4 years ago

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Heaven For Everyone

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys!

Sorry to say this is the last part in this story in the Robyn and Taron series. Working on more but when it appears, it appears :) Thanks for all the love and comments and reads on the story. Hope you all enjou Suze xx :)

P.S A lot of the details of Taron's flat come from my head and the brief video I have seen. I don't know his flat at all so I have done my best but again as this is all fiction, it doesn't matter if it is not perfect.

“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.”

Even with the late hour, there were still some photographers waiting for those who left the afterparty, hoping to catch them stumbling out and looking worse for the wear. Taron was stone cold sober and so was Robyn and the only fuss that could have been made about their exit from the venue was the fact that Robyn was wearing Taron’s jacket.

She got into the black car, which thankfully was nice and warm, moving right over to the door, giving Taron space to get in too.

“Thanks Clive.” Taron thanked the driver as he got into the driver seat.

“No worries Taron. You have a good night?”

“Yeah it was brilliant thanks.”

“Heading back to yours right?”

“Yeah please.”

“Sure. “

“No problem at all. Let me know if the car gets too warm for you.”

Taron didn’t answer and hoped Clive saw him nod in the rear-view mirror, as another long yawn filled his body, his arms stretching over his head. “Go on, say it.”

“I’m saying nothing.” Robyn could see the tiredness immediately settle into him as he relaxed against the car seat and wasn’t surprised to see him yawn. “But…”

“And there it is!” Taron chuckled as he rested his head against the seat. “You were forewarned about the tiredness and that was even before last weekend.”

“Yes I was.” She agreed. “You want a quick snooze on the way to yours?”

“I am going to rest my eyes for a while.”

“Wanna rest them over here?”

Taron turned his head to look at Robyn as she held her right arm open for him and he didn’t even question it but moved closer to her and leaned his head under her chin, Robyn wrapping her arm around his shoulder. “Probably not the best idea to have you sleep through a power nap. You probably won’t actually sleep now.”

“Oh, don’t worry I will.” Taron snuggled a bit more into Robyn, moving his lower body so he was a little stretched out on the back seat. He happily sighed as he felt Robyn run the lightest of touches down his nose and temple before her fingers eased into the hair at the side of his head, scratching his scalp back and forth.

It was definitely the quickest Taron had ever fallen asleep with her and Robyn on hindsight, wished she hadn’t suggested the power nap for him because she hated waking him when he was sleeping. Deep and even breathes filled his body and she continued to run her fingers tips through his hair and it was slightly worrying with how quickly he had fallen asleep but Robyn just figured it had been a really long day for him work wise and she knew his body was still not quite fully healed after being so ill. Leaning down, she placed a kiss on his head and wrapped her right arm around him a little tighter, smiling to herself as he mumbled in his sleep and nestled into her some more.

The drive to Taron’s flat in London took just about half an hour and Clive turned in his seat once he had parked the car. “Robyn we are here.” He glanced at Taron who still slept against his female passenger. He had noticed in his rear-view mirror the position Taron had found to have a quick few winks and wasn’t surprised to see him still asleep as they arrived at his London home. “I will go and get your cases for you.”

“Thank you Clive.”

Once the driver had closed the door of the car quietly, Robyn wished he had of slammed the door because maybe it would have been the jolt Taron needed to wake up. She didn’t know why she bothered to run the tip of her finger down his nose because she knew it was a soft touch that comforted him and as she ran her hand through his hair, she chuckled a little. “You really can sleep anywhere but I suppose the warm body helps. Ok Taron, time to wake up.” She dug her fingers a little deeper into his scalp but knew it was a hopeless effort in rousing him. Taking her hand from around his arm, she moved to his shoulder and shook him gently. “Taron? Come on rocketman, time to wake up.”

When Robyn ran her hands so tenderly through his hair, Taron’s eyes had fluttered open and as she shook his shoulder, he stretched, yawning twice. “So sleepy.” He mumbled into her soft skin.

“And hello to you too.”

“Let’s just stay here and sleep” Taron moved his head so his face was tucked into her neck.

“Or we go inside to your nice warm flat and sleep on your bed.”

Taron smiled. “I am already nice and warm and cosy.”

“Of course you are.” Robyn laughed. “But you promised me a weekend of movies and I don’t see a TV in this car.”

Lifting his head from her shoulder, Taron looked to her. Her eyes were still bright and her face smiled at him. “Did I sleep the whole way?” He asked as he finally moved from her warm body to look out the window, seeing the outside of his apartment building. “Ok I guess I did.”

“Poor tired little chicken.” Robyn laughed.

“How are you still awake and cheery.”

“Always am.”

There was a little knock on the window. Taron moved to open the car door and Clive face appeared in his eye line. “Bags are all set to go Taron.”

“Thanks Clive.” He turned to Robyn who was still smiling his way. “You know, with the exception of Cannes, because that was just ridiculous, I think tonight has been one of my favourite premiers so far.”

“Whatever Taron. I am pretty sure your first premier was the best one.”

“Hell no. I was shitting myself.” Taron said as he started to get out of the car.

“And you weren’t shitting yourself this evening?” Robyn asked as she followed him out of the car.

Taron chuckled. “Oh there was some definite shitting.”

Robyn laughed loudly at his words and then his face after he realised what he had said, his hands going to his face in embarrassment. “And there he is!” She laughed at him again as his cheeks flared bright red, his hands moving down his face and away from his eyes. Robyn reached over to him. “Never change.” She took his hands from his face and held them tight. “Too precious for words.”

“Jesus Robyn, sorry.”

Robyn shook her head at him and closed the door of the car. “Nothing to apologise for. I work with kids, talking about shite is part of my daily conversation.” She turned to Clive who was patiently waiting for them. “Thank you so much for driving us back to Taron’s.”

“No problem at all. I hope you both had a nice evening.”

“It was very lovely.” Robyn assured him.

“Taron, I will be back on Sunday at five to collect Robyn to bring her to the airport?”

“Please, Clive. Thank you.”

“No problem at all. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

They watched him get back into the car and drive away slowly, leaving them both in the quiet of the dark street, orange light from the tall street lights beaming down on them.

“So, are you going to invite me into your pad, or am I to set up camp here for the night?” Robyn asked Taron, his face finally turning back to its normal colour.

“You know I think I might like to see you try doing that.”

Robyn gently pushed Taron on his right shoulder. “You know I will follow through with that. I love camping and a good tent.”

Taron’s lips grew in a wide smile. “Well I know that chicken and about the camping too. You were once a girl scout.” Robyn nodded, hoping her face didn’t show her surprise at Taron’s memory and ability to listen once more. “Well I guess we had better head in then, seeing as how you will get started on making a tent out of leaves and branches soon.”

Robyn chuckled. “Maybe we can do that tomorrow instead of a movie day.”

Taron shook his head and grabbed the handles of the two cases and walked toward the gates of the apartment complex. Letting go of Robyn’s case in his right hand, he quickly pressed the numbered code in the keypad, which immediately opened the automatic gates, the black metal swinging backwards to let them in. He started walking through as soon as the gap opened enough, turning his head to make sure Robyn was following him and she was right behind him, holding her dress up slightly. He gave her a small smile and turned his face forward again, telling his heart to slow down. A shiver ran through him and he knew it wasn’t from the cold night air, but rather finally getting to bring Robyn home for a visit at last. She had shared every part of her home with him and he was excited to finally get to do the same for her. He nodded towards the security guard as he came out of his little hut to greet him.

“Good evening Mr Egerton.”

“Evening Ben.”

“Miss Quinn.”

“Ben.” Robyn tipped an invisible hat his way.

“Nice to meet you. Taron always has such wonderful things to say about you.”

“Thanks Ben.”

“You both have a good night.”

“Will do Ben.” Taron replied as he kept walking.

Robyn waited until they were far enough away that the security guard wouldn’t hear her and then she spoke. “So that’s the complexes security guard Ben who knows who I am?”

“Chicken, everyone knows who you are and it is good to give the security a heads up in case you arrive at the gate and would like to get in.”

“You could just tell me the code. I mean you know where the spare key to my house is and that way, I can just walk in.”

“Well Robyn, I don’t want to catch me out when I am in nudey nudes.”

“No Taron, we wouldn’t want that would we.” Robyn chuckled.

“Definitely not.”

Robyn stuck close to Taron as he made his way in through a door, holding it open for her so she could walk through. “I’m on the fifth floor. Lifts are this way.”

Once out of the lift, Taron walked down the soft carpeted corridor to the very end, stopping in front of a white door with the number five one zero.

“Corner apartment Taron? I should have guessed.”

Taron left the cases by the door and turned to Robyn. “You mind?” He asked as he lightly touched the front of his jacket which she was wearing. “My key is in the inside pocket.” He watched as Robyn opened the button for his jacket and held it open for him, so he could reach into the left inside pocket to take out his key for the door. “Thank you.” Key in hand, Taron held it over the lock and the light pinged green. “After you.” He stood back.

“You sure? You don’t need to go in and do a quick tidy?”

Taron laughed. “No Robyn. I was here on Wednesday and I left it pretty tidy.”

“Ok then but if I find a pair of rouge boxers laying around, be warned, I am going to run around waving them.”

“Whatever makes you happy chicken.”

He pushed the door fully open and let Robyn walk in, flicking on a light switch inside the door, so his apartment lit up with white light. Once she had stepped fully in, he held the door open with his left foot and dragged the two suitcases in, leaving them at the wall, closing the door. He followed Robyn as she wandered around his apartment, waiting for any sign of reaction from her as she looked around.

“So, you were keeping not only your open plan kitchen and living area a secret…” Robyn walked straight over to his couch. “You have a corner couch and it is blue!” Taron chuckled at her words. “You have been holding out on me Mr Egerton!”

“I can’t tell you all my secrets in one go, now can I? You won’t want to come back and visit!”

Robyn laughed hard as Taron used her words against her. “This is so gorgeous Taron. You haven’t remodelled your home since you met me, have you? Stealing my homes design?” As Robyn waited for Taron’s answer, she wandered into his pristine white kitchen and pointed up to The Troubadour sign. “Stealing is bad, you know that right?”

“I didn’t steal it; it was given to me and no I didn’t steal your design. It was like this when I bought it and yes, I have a corner couch but it is nowhere near as comfortable as yours.”

Robyn gave him a doubtful look and with purpose and holding her dress up, walked over to his couch and dropped herself right into the corner, kicking her legs up onto the couch, leaning back into the cushions. She shuffled a little and then looked to Taron who had walked to stand behind the couch. “Mine definitely wins the comfy contest.”

Walking around to the other side of the couch, Taron dropped his body onto the soft material, his head resting on her shoulder, kicking his own legs up onto the couch. “I have to agree with you but as always you make a good cushion.”

Robyn moved so his head slipped down a little and she could swing her right arm around him, her hand resting on his chest. “So you’re settled for the night now?” She asked gently rubbing her palm up and down his side.

“Hmmm.” He answered her.

“This all I get to see of your home?” She asked him, lifting her left hand to his hair.

“A bed is a bed and a toilet is a toilet.” He hummed as Robyn scratched his head in gentle circles. “I have both, all you need to know.”

Robyn’s lips curled into a smile as the man laying against her moved to get more comfortable. She could already feel his breathing evening out under her right hand. “Been a long day for you.”

“Been a long week.” He whispered back.

“Any chance Matthew will hold off the start of filming for another week?”

Taron opened his eyes. “Why? You want to stay with me a little longer?”

Robyn shook her head. “Not that but it would mean you could actually get a decent rest.”

“You don’t want to stay with me longer?” He asked her, tilting his head back so he could look at her.

“I always want more time with you but you need some rest before you get straight back into it.”

“We have some scene preparation Monday and Tuesday before we actually get into filming so I have a bit of reprieve before we get right into it.” He saw a frown on her face. “At least I can come back here every evening and coming back to my own bed always makes it easier to rest up and I still have the throw you gave me and draíocht too.”

“All the tricks to help you sleep.”

“Yep.” Taron closed his eyes and moved his head so he was more settled.

Silence surrounded them, their light breathing and some late traffic the only noises that could be heard until Taron’s stomach gave one loud grumble, Robyn’s laughter soon following.

“I guess chocolate covered marshmallows weren’t enough to keep your hunger at bay.”

Taron grinned, still with his eyes closed. “Breakfast was a long time ago and I can never really eat when I am nervous.”

“Well I am not going to let you go to bed on a hungry stomach. Up ya get.”

“Oh no. I am so cosy.”

“I know that but you need some food and I have just the thing for you.”

“Baked goods?”

“The quicker you get up, the quicker you can find out.”

Reluctantly and making it obvious that he wasn’t too happy about being moved, Taron grumbled as he sat up on his couch, kicking his legs out in front of him impatiently.

“Behave!” Robyn pointed a finger at him. “Getting too used to your Robyn cuddles now.”

“‘Cos I love them.” He replied with a pout.

Robyn stood up, straightening out her dress. “Right Mr Egerton, which way to the bedroom.” Taron pointed dramatically towards the kitchen. “So I shall find it myself then.”

Before Robyn walked away from the couch, she took her shoes off, one at a time leaving them by the coffee table, picking up her dress and swinging it over her right arm so she could walk without falling over the material and headed for her case. She took the handle in her left hand and rolled it past the kitchen and down the hallway, heading for the open door at the very end. “No need to get up Taron, I found it.” She called back to him, knowing well he was stuck to the couch. The bedroom was clean and tidy, a dark navy duvet on the bed and she figured the door to her right in the bedroom was his on suite. She took Taron’s jacket off and laid it neatly on the bed before she lifted her case onto the bed too, cringing a little as it hurt her right hand, working on opening the zip to get into her case, smiling as she saw her grey and white teddy bear fleece on the end of his bed and the green dinosaur they won at the beach together sitting in front of the cushions, dressed in her blue blouse which she had left with him in Paris last weekend.

Taron happily sighed as he lay on his couch, grinning to himself a little as his atrocious attempt of a tour of his flat for Robyn. He had left her to wander herself, making her own way into his bedroom and he knew he should have gotten up to ensure she was ok but he was wrecked. The sleep in the car which had been so perfect was such a terrible idea and once again, Robyn had been right in saying that he would just feel more tired after his quick nap and as he struggled to open his eyes, his mind was telling him he really needed to check on Robyn.

“Oh no!” His head turned as he heard her give a little shout.

“Robyn?” He called. “You ok?”

“Oh bollocks!”

He knew he shouldn’t have laughed at her words, but her curse made him giggle. He pushed himself up from the couch, stretching a little as he yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes. As he heard Robyn exclaim again, he picked up the pace of his footsteps, loosening his tie as he went, opening the top button of shirt too.

“Robyn are you ok?” He asked as he walked into the bedroom, her back facing him as she stood in front of the side of his bed. “Heard some choice words filter from here.” He looked to her face as she turned to face him which was a mixture of sadness and shock and then to her hands. She was holding up a t-shirt which was definitely the colour blue but was covered in a white powder. “What…”

When Robyn opened her case, her shoulders fell before she groaned and cursed. She heard Taron call her name but was routing through her belongings to see how far down the mess had been made but when his voice was closer, she picked up her blue t-shirt and turned around him, holding it up. “It’s flour.” She groaned. “And sugar.” She saw Taron tilt his head with confusion and she rolled up the t-shirt into a ball and turning back to her case threw it down in and frustration, feeling Taron come to stand right beside her and look in her case.

“Oh Robyn.”

She sighed miserably. “I brought stuff to make cookies with you but the bags have burst in my case and everything is now covered in flour and sugar. I am just glad the butter stayed in the bag.” She took out a ziploc bag which was completely smeared inside with yellow butter, before throwing it back in. “What a bloody disaster.”

“You brought the ingredients to make cookies with me?” Taron asked quietly. “White chocolate chip cookies?”

“Kilcreen second place cookies.” She nodded then shaking her head. “But now we have extra ingredients.” Robyn put her hands in the case and lifted up her clothes. “All ruined and now no cookies.”

“You were going to bake cookies with me.” Taron repeated.

“Taron!” Robyn said a little more sternly than she meant too, immediately reaching to put her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry.” She apologised. “Sorry and yes I was going to make cookies with you tomorrow. It was my plan to make them Wednesday evening so I could bring them with me to give to you but as you know that never happened so I quickly threw the ingredients into some bags so I could make the cookies with you here because my other plan fell apart and the bags were fine this morning but now…” She held up a burst bag and a dusted white piece of clothing. “Now we can’t even make the cookies.”

Taron pulled some jeans from her case, a puff of white drifting into the air. “Robyn only you could think to do something so sweet and have it literally blow up.”

“Taron…” Robyn whinged. “That doesn’t help me.”

“You ever think that maybe I would have the ingredients for cookies here?”

“But that just ruins the surprise.”

“Better than clothes covered in flour.” Taron pulled something else from her case but quickly dropped her bra back in.

“Ok Taron, I’m a girl and wear bras and this is a sport one.” She pulled some more stuff out before throwing it down, crossing her arms over her chest. “Right that’s it. I am not taking this dress off.”

“What?” Taron laughed a little.

“I am staying in this dress for the rest of my time here and do you even have the ingredients to make cookies?”

“I have flour and sugar in a press somewhere and the butter was saved and surely the white chocolate is still ok.” Robyn routed in the case and pulled out four bars of white chocolate and held them up to him. “Ok so I am sure we can make the cookies and I can give you something to wear.”

“Not taking this dress off.” Robyn said stubbornly as looked to him, dropping the chocolate back into the case.

“Ok well how about we get all these clothes washed then and you can stay in the dress for as long as you want chicken. You know my opinion on the dress.”

Taron lifted her case back into the kitchen and into his laundry room to the side of the kitchen and helped her to separate her clothes from her toiletries and put her flour covered clothes into the washing machine.

“I think these were green once?” Taron helped up her dark green converse, now covered in a fine white powder.

“We can just put them in with everything else.” Robyn said to him as she took her runners from him and threw them on top of her ruined clothes. She moved out of the way so Taron could then add the washing powder and softener to the machine, getting it going on a wash. He then grabbed a cloth to help wipe the flour of her toiletry bottles, wash bag and hairdryer with Robyn, both putting her now clean belongings into her empty and clean case.

Robyn sat down on the laundry floor with her back against the presses beside the washing machine, Taron sitting beside her, the cleaned case in front of them. “I am starting to agree with you, ya know.”

“About what?”

“That trouble follows me wherever I go.”

Taron swung his arm around her shoulder. “Robyn?”

“Hmmm?”

“Want to make some cookies?”

Still dressed in their fancy fancy outfits, except that Taron had rid himself of his tie and waistcoat, opening two more buttons on his shirt, the two gathered the ingredients needed to make some white chocolate chip cookies and as Taron carefully chopped up the white chocolate into little chunks, Robyn guesstimated the measurements of the flour and sugar as best she could, letting Taron do the harder work of beating everything together as he didn’t own a mixer, Robyn throwing in the chocolate and once he had thoroughly mixed the cookie dough, they took turns to roll large balls of dough and place them on the baking tray.

“I can’t wait to eat one warm from the oven!” Taron said excitedly as they sat down on the couch, bending down to open the laces of his shoes so he could take them off, leaving them neatly beside Robyn’s heels beside the coffee table. The sight of their shoes together, made him smile a lot and once he had his socks off too, sat back on the couch with Robyn.

“Best way to have them when they are still a little gooey and chewy.”

“And I have ice-cream in my freezer. I could make an ice-cream sandwich.”

“Sandwich!”

The couch bounced a little as Robyn got up quickly, lifting her dress and she jogged back to Taron’s room where they had put her case back, Taron’s eyes following her for as long as he could, chuckling a little as he wondered what she was up to know. He checked his watch and was a little surprised to see it was near half three in the morning but yet even when he should have felt tired, he was happily content and awake, the power nap finally kicking in as well as the baking, giving him some extra energy. His mind ran in curious thoughts as he waited for Robyn to return and as she skipped back into the kitchen, he chuckled at her.

“What are you up too?”

“What I was going to do for you before we saw my ruined case and made cookies, which we need to keep an eye on or they will burn.” Robyn opened the oven door. “A few more minutes.” She closed the oven door and pulled a fresh pan of bread from the counter top and butter from the fridge. “I should have brought some Irish butter.”

“Did you even look in the fridge?” Taron asked as he got to his feet and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling from the back a gold wrapped package of Irish butter, handing it to Robyn. “I bought one just for you.”

Robyn grinned as she took the butter from him. “You need a butter dish for this and thank you.”

“What are you making?” He leant on his elbows as he watched her open the bread and pull out four slices. He moved to get her two plates and put the bread on it.

“A sandwich.”

“I know that much Robyn. What kind of a sandwich?”

“A tayto sandwich. Your stomach was grumbling earlier. You haven’t eaten anything proper since breakfast.”

He watched her put the bread on one plate and then cut some butter to put on the second, moving to the microwave, putting the plate inside and setting the timer for thirty seconds. “So, you are making me a crisp sandwich.”

She nodded, stopping the microwave. “Yep. Very nutritious and healthy and an Irish stable after a night out.” She took the plate with the softened butter and once beside Taron, started to butter the four slices of bread. “I’ll forgive you for not having Irish bread too.”

She expected the nudge and met his with one of her own and once had buttered both slices of bread, turned to open the oven to check the cookies. “And done!”

“Here let me. You only have the use of one good hand.” Taking the tea towel from her, Taron carefully took the cookies out, Robyn closing the oven and turning it off. “You do know I am going to eat one of these now right?”

“Give them about three minutes to cool down and then you can. They need a little more time.” She laughed at his face. “Help me make your sandwich and then your cookie will be ready.”

“Negotiating queen.” Taron murmured as he turned around to the island. “So, what do I need to do.”

“Just follow my lead.” She tossed him a packet of cheese and onion crisps and once she had picked her own, gave the packet a little squeeze before opening it up, taking one to eat, grinning as Taron copied her every move. She then poured the crisps onto one slice of bread; a tower of fallings crisps on the slice once she was done. Lifting the second slice of bread she placed it on top of the crisps, hearing a delightful and satisfying crunching sound as she pressed down, hearing the same crunch from Taron’s sandwich too. Without hesitation, Robyn picked up hers with two hands and took a large bite from the corner, nodding happily as she chewed, watching as Taron did the same, a smile growing on his face.

The saltiness from the crisps mixed perfectly with the savoury taste of the bread and as the two different textures from the crunchy crisps and soft bread combined together, Taron nodded his appreciation for the crisp sandwich, taking another large bite. He spoke with his mouth full before going into for another bite.

“I haven’t a clue what you said but I can I guess what it was.” Robyn laughed a little as he took another bite. “Good huh?”

Taron finally swallowed the food in his mouth. “So good.” It definitely wasn’t a full three course meal by any standards but the sandwich was delicious and Taron was feeling very satisfied by the unusual sandwich filling, taking another bite, leaning against the island and he nodded at Robyn’s words. Once he swallowed again, he spoke. “Just what my stomach ordered and cookies for dessert? Perfect.”

While Robyn finished off the last of her sandwich, Taron was on his second cookie, holding it between his teeth as he filled a glass with some milk. The sugar was welcomed but he knew he definitely was going to find it hard to sleep now with the homemade sweet treats. As he took a bite from the cookie the washing machine started to beep to indicate the end of the wash. He dropped his cookie and walked into the laundry room and bent down to open the door. “Can your things go in the drier?” He asked.

Robyn came to crouch beside him. “Erm not really. The jeans will shrink and the t-shirts go all wrinkly.”

“So, radiators it is.” Taron looked to Robyn. “So, you want dry clothes but they have to go on the radiator and by doing that they won’t be dry until tomorrow so you really do intend on wearing this dress for the rest of the weekend, don’t you?”

Robyn nodded enthusiastically. “I will probably never wear this dress again and it is so beautiful Taron that I want to get as much wear out of it as I can.”

“You are going to sleep in it aren’t you.”

“Might do. Let me help you with these.”

Taron knew he felt his cheeks blush as he carefully placed Robyn’s more delicate clothing on the radiators, his stomach in knots as he straightened out the matching black bra to the pants he had just put out, the little lace details on both subtle but very effective to his over active imagination at the moment. Once had he fixed her t-shirt on the radiator too, he made his way back into his living area where Robyn was sitting on the couch routing through her clutch bag. He did a quick turn around back into his bedroom, picking up the large white coloured Armani paper bag to carry with him.

“You sure you don’t want something to wear Robyn. I really don’t mind and I have a bigger selection of clothes for you to choose from. I know I can get you a comfy pair of shorts and a hoodie.” He placed the shopping bag behind the couch so Robyn didn’t see it, coming to sit beside her. He had changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt but Robyn was adamant that she was wearing her dress until her clothes were dry.

“Nope. I am good.” She pulled out the black velvet Kingsman souvenir that she was given in the restaurant from her handbag. “You know what is in here?”

“Maybe.” He teased.

Robyn pulled open the gold string and looked inside with a smile. She pulled out a pen that was shaped like an umbrella. “I am going to bring this to work with me. It will come in very useful.”

Taron smiled. “Definitely more user friendly then a fidget spinner.”

“I saw that video. You loved that spinner.” Robyn laughed as she dropped the pen and velvet bag into her clutch, throwing it onto the coffee table so she could lean back into the couch, shoulder to shoulder with Taron. “Thanks so much for this evening. I had such a lovely time. I wonder why I was always so against doing this with you.”

“It’s a lot to deal with when you think about everything that is involved with a premier. The press and media, fans, all the cameras and then having to sit and watch my face on screen for two hours.”

“That was definitely the hardest part of the evening.” Robyn shook her head. “So difficult.” She leaned her head onto his shoulder. “Thanks for asking me.”

“Thanks for giving me the vouchers that let me ask you to come with me.”

“You still have a lot of vouchers left to use.”

“Don’t worry Robyn. I am going to be closer to you now so plan to use them in the coming weeks and if I remember correctly, they don’t have an expiration date.” He felt her body move as she laughed. “I had a good evening too.”

“And you can finally let go of all of that pressure you have been holding onto since Florida.” She heard the heavy sigh that left his chest. “Brand new start Taron.”

There was another moment of silence before Taron kissed her head. “I have something for you.” With a very gentle push, he got Robyn to sit up so he could move and stretch his left arm over the back of the couch to pick up the bag, seeing the look of surprise and then flicker of confusion in her eyes. “You never keep to our present pact so why should I?”

“My presents come in tiny boxes, not giant bags.”

Taron set the bag down on the couch between then, Robyn moving to sit crossed legged, fixing her dress so it was gathered in between her legs, as he knelt opposite her. “It is the only bag I had to carry the presents in.”

Robyn rose an eyebrow his way. “An Armani bag?”

Taron shrugged his shoulders. “I have some fancy suits that come in fancy bags. So are we going to let me give you the presents?”

“It doesn’t matter what I say, you will find a way to give them to me somehow. I think we need a new present pact.”

“I think we should scrap the present pact.” Taron added. “You constantly break it.”

“Only with cookies.” Robyn shrugged.

“Cookies are presents. So…” Taron reached into the bag and pulled out a long-wrapped box. “It’s a little heavy so be careful.”

Robyn took the silver wrapped gift, feeling the slight weight in her hands, wondering what on earth it could be. She tore the paper off quickly, thankful that Taron didn’t have the same love for sellotape that she did and as she got the last of the paper off, she smiled widely. “I love these but don’t have one.”

“I couldn’t see one the last time I was at yours and thought it matched your blue décor perfectly.”

The blue lava lamp was nostalgic and Robyn already knew where she was going to put it when she got home. She uncrossed her legs and leaned over so she could put the box on the coffee table. As she made sure the lava lamp was safe on the table, Taron had taken the remaining gifts from the bag and thrown it over the couch out of the way. He picked up the smaller silver wrapped gift and handed it over once she settled back into the couch once more with a grin, not saying anything.

“What’s that grin for?”

“Nothing.” He answered her.

Not believing a word, seeing his grin grow, Robyn quickly ripped the paper from the small rectangle present and took to laughing when she saw what it was, hearing Taron’s laughter too.

“You think I am going to put that on my phone?” She asked him, holding up the pop socket of his face.

“I am not letting you leave my flat until you put it on. In fact, I will do it for you.” Taron got up from the couch and lifted her phone from the coffee table, moving to sit into the couch again. “Pop socket please.”

Even though Robyn had told him she wasn’t going to put the new phone accessory onto her case, she handed over the packet, letting Taron pull the plastic open to get the pop socket of his face out. He very carefully took her current socket off and once he had the cover of the sticky part taken off, he applied some pressure onto the new socket, making sure it was applied properly onto her phone. He grinned as he held it up to her. “Now you can see my face whenever you pick up your phone.”

Robyn took her phone from him and chuckled. “And how am I going to explain this to anyone who picks up my phone?”

“Taron Egerton fan?” He answered her simply.

“Claire is going to get such a kick out of this and I am going to be teased mercilessly.”

“Just tell her I gave it to you.”

“I will, don’t you worry.”

Still smiling, Taron picked up the last gift and handed it over to her. “You can change it back if you want.”

As she took the present, Robyn shook her head. “Nope. I love it. I am keeping it on. Thanks Taron.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t seen what this one is yet.”

“Is it a bigger print of your face?” She asked.

“Not quite.”

“Something else?”

“Robyn!” Taron’s eyes widened at her words, his lips turning into a grin as he saw her smirk. “Just open it.”

It only took her five seconds to rip all the paper off and that beautiful smile that he loved so much, that lit up her eyes, quickly appeared on her face. It was an idea that came to him as he walked past a t-shirt print shop in London on the way to an interview Thursday morning and he asked Lyndsey to ask in the shop if they printed on other items as well as t-shirts and once she came with a nod, Taron called into the shop between interviews to get something made for Robyn and judging by her face and how she threw herself into him for a hug, that she loved the present.

Robyn hugged him tightly, getting used to the sideways hugs she had with him, kissing his jaw lightly as she moved away from him. She picked up the cushion she had thrown to the side as she went to hug Taron and lightly ran her fingers over the chicken, love heart, rocket and man emoji that were printed on the front of the white cushion, with blue tassels on all four corners. “Best gift ever and it will sit nicely on my couch.”

“Better than the dress?” Taron asked.

“Comes a very close second. I love this so much. Our favourite emoji’s.”

Taron grinned and nodded. “Perhaps over used emojis.”

“Perhaps but sometimes an emoji is all you need.” She reached over to take his hand and give it a squeeze. “Thank you Taron. These are brilliant. All of them.”

“Even my face on your phone.”

“Especially your face on my phone, though…” She picked up her phone and swiped the screen. “You might already be there.”

Taron took her phone seeing the picture of him sleeping on her bed hugging cwtch, groaned a little. “You really had to pick that one?” He asked her.

“Well it is your favourite thing to do.” She took her phone back from him. “Taron thank you so much for these. They are so thoughtful and perfect.”

“Don’t know if they equal a stunning tie pin.” He looked down his hands which were tangled together on his lap but had no choice but to look up as Robyn put two fingers under his chin to make him lift his head.

“Do you want a lecture from me because you know I am so good with my words.” It was a slow smile that filled his face and he shook his head. “Good.” She leaned in and placed the lightest of kisses to the side of his lips. “I love them all and you too.”

“I know.”

Robyn gave the cushion and cuddle and looked up to him. “Did you spray this with your aftershave?” She asked him, watching as he moved so he was sitting properly on the couch.

“Maybe.”

Robyn grinned, changing her position too so she was sitting beside him. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” He closed his eyes, letting his head lay back against the couch, his body overcome with a yawn, followed by another. He felt Robyn lift his left arm.

“It’s so late or rather early.”

Taron took a glance to his watch and groaned. “We’ve been up for nearly twenty-two hours.”

“I think sleeping will replace movie’s tomorrow.” Robyn said as she slipped her hand into his. “You are going to be so tired for Monday.”

“Good thing you like to take pictures of me sleeping because it is all I am going to be doing for the next two days.”

“Let’s get you comfy then. Bed.”

Taron didn’t even need to be persuaded as Robyn stood up and pulled him to his feet. She waited for him for turn off some lights before following him to his bedroom, where he turned on his bed side lamp before switching off the main light.

“You want to take the bathroom first?” He asked.

“Sure. Give me five.” She started to walk away from him but turned back. “It will be longer than five.”

“Take your time.”

Robyn picked up her toiletry bag from her case and walked into the on suite, closing the door behind her. With the excitement of the late night, the sudden activities and Taron’s generosity, she had forgotten about her sore hand and only remembered how tender it was as she started to take off her make up from the evening. She had to remember to message Stella to thank her for keeping her look so simple but also so pretty and ask her what products she used as the make-up still sat perfectly hours later. She grumbled to herself at her reflection without her make-up, black dark circles deep under her eyes. Once she had given her face a through wash, patting it dry with Taron’s clean towel, she rubbed in her night moisturiser and a little eyes cream, hoping it would help ease the darkness on her skin.

Once she was make-up free and had her teeth brushed, she looked down to the dress which she was still wearing and chuckled. As much fun as it had been getting to wear such a fabulous gown for the evening, it really wasn’t sleeping material and she knew she wouldn’t be able to lay comfortably on her side with the fitted corset and finally admitted defeat. The dress was going to have to come off. She opened the bathroom door and leaned her head out.

“Hey Taron.” She saw him laying on his pillows, his hands behind his head.

“Yep.” He titled his head towards her.

“Any chance I could borrow some clothes?”

“I left some on the dresser for you.” Looking to her left, Robyn saw some neatly folded clothes on his set of wooden drawers. “I knew you would give in.”

Robyn took a step out of the bathroom, her hands on her hips. “I didn’t give in. I just know you like cuddles before you sleep and this dress has so much material it would get in the way for cuddles.”

“Sure Robyn.” Taron leant up on his elbows on the bed.

“Thanks for the clothes.” Robyn picked up the bundle and turned to go back into the bathroom, kicking the door behind her. Taron had left her a wonderfully soft pair of black shorts and a long-sleeved red top. They both looked comfortable and cosy but as she looked down to her dress, she knew she faced a problem. Stella had to help her into her dress earlier that evening and as she looked to her sore hand, she had no idea how she going to get out of it alone. She groaned as she realised she was going to have to ask Taron for help and it was a new predicament she found herself in. Slipping into the shorts under the dress, she then made her way back out into the bedroom, Taron looking up as she wandered out.

“Ok chicken I know you love the dress and you can bring it home and wear it all you want around your house but it really is not the best choice for sleeping in.”

“Erm I have a bit of a problem and I need some help.”

“Need to be fix your bra again?” Taron chuckled.

“Well, maybe a bit more than that.” She watched as Taron sat up on the bed, crossing his legs. “I need help to get out of the dress.” She could feel her cheeks reddening. “Stella had to help me get into it and even without a busted hand, I still would need some help.”

“I can zip you out. That’s no problem Robyn.” Taron made to get off the bed but her next words stopped him.

“Yeah there isn’t actually a zip. It was literally pulled down onto me and I need your to help pull it back off.”

Taron heart raced as he crawled off the bed and came to stand beside Robyn. “I can help you.” She didn’t look at him as he spoke to her. “I will keep my eyes closed.”

His words made her smile. “I have the shorts on already and do have underwear on.”

“And I have seen your underwear before. Nothing new there but sure let’s get you out of this dress.”

“Taron…”

“I will keep my eyes closed Robyn. Just tell me the best way to do this.”

“From the bottom up.” Robyn rolled her eyes and gently pushed on Taron’s chest as he giggled. “Grow up.”

She directed him to bundle up the material from the bottom of the dress at the back and once he had it in his hands, Robyn lifted her arms into the air and Taron pulled the corset of the dress up and with an extra hand from Robyn, they got the dress over her head. Robyn felt his hands brush over the skin of her sides as he very gently tugged the dress over her head, his light touch sent wonderful tingles down her body. She was very thankful for his height and help and as he carefully lifted the green dress right up over her head and body, whereas before she would have kept her two arms in front of her body, now she didn’t bother, completely trusting Taron as he got her out of her dress. She snuck a look to him as he held the dress in his arms and smiled as he kept his promise of keeping his eyes closed, even putting one hand over his eyes as he held the dress. Robyn stepped into the bathroom, to grab the red top and slipped on, walking out of the bathroom as she did so, the soft cotton covering her chilled skin, the material baggy and perfect for a cosy sleep.

Taron heard Robyn step into the bathroom without a word and he opened his eyes to see a glimpse of her heading into the bathroom, a full hitch of his breath filling him as Robyn’s beautifully smooth bare back from neck to where his shorts sat very low on her hips, came into his eye line and had to steady himself on his feet for a second, quickly closing his eyes and covering them with his hand again as he heard her step out of the bathroom. The brief touch of his hands on her skin, left his fingers burning and he was glad he had to keep a hold of the dress as it gave him something do with his hands.

“Ok all done.”

Opening his middle and index finger, Taron took a peek at her. “I miss the dress.”

“Of course you do.” Robyn pulled a trousers clothes hanger from his wardrobe and took the dress from him, laying it out on the bed, attaching the hanger to the green material.

“Let me.” Taron picked up the dress and hung it on the outside of his wardrobe. “Now all sorted.” He came to stand back beside her. “You all finished in the bathroom?”

“Yep all yours.”

“Go and get settled on the bed. I will be right back.”

As Taron closed the bathroom door, Robyn walked to the bed and got up onto her side, pulling the covers back so she could get cosy underneath the cotton duvet. She pulled draiocht over to her, giving the green dinosaur a tight squeeze, cuddling into it as she snuggled back into Taron’s soft pillows, inhaling the lovely scent from where he had been resting. It felt nice to be laying down in a soft bed after the rush of the day and as she closed her eyes, the tiredness immediately set in. All her worries about the premier last weekend had really been for nothing and she had had such a wonderful evening getting to celebrate Taron’s success with him.

“Cwtch is going to be jealous when he hears that you have been cuddling another dinosaur.” Taron turned off the bathroom light, smiling as he saw Robyn looking adorable curled up in a ball on his bed. He saw a smile on her face and he climbed up onto the bed beside her, kicking his legs under the covers, pulling them up to his waist.

“Cwtch will understand.” Robyn whispered; her words slightly muffled as she dug her face a little deeper into his pillow. Opening one eye, she looked up to him. “Or we could just not tell him.”

Taron chuckled. “It will be our secret.” He gently brushed some hair away from her forehead, Robyn staying nestled into his dinosaur. “Want to have a cuddle with a warm body instead?”

Leaving draiocht behind her back, Robyn shuffled over into Taron’s open left arm, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling tiredly as Taron pulled the covers right up to her chin. She felt his chest rise and fall as he yawned, his eyes closing as he happily sank further into the bed feeling Robyn lazily drape her arm over his stomach.

“Taron?”

“Hmmm?” He sleepily replied.

“Thanks for looking after me today, keeping by my side.”

With his eyes closed, Taron placed a kiss on her hair. “Easy to do chicken. Thanks for looking out for me too, bringing that sass and feeding me turtles.”

Robyn laughed lightly against him. “Technically you gave me the turtles. I just waited to share them with you.”

“Right decision too.” Taron chuckled. “And I told you, I will always look after you.” He kissed her hair again. “Now you need to sleep.” He felt her hum against his shoulder. “Movie day tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” She nestled her face a little more into his shoulder, feeling him rest his hand on her waist. “Wanna get the light there rocketman?”

Taron stretched his right hand over to turn off the light and as they were plunged into the early light of dawn, they sighed happily.

“Sleep good.” Taron wrapped his left arm around Robyn, pulling her tighter into him. “So glad you came Robyn.”

“Me too Taron.”

His warmth was always so comforting and it was so easy to rest against him, feeling safe and snug and she was so thankful for him in more ways than one over the whole weekend and as she felt herself drifting off, her last thoughts were that she would be more than willing to attend another red-carpet event with him, knowing they weren’t actually as scary as they thought they were, especially when she had a wonderful caring man by her side.

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Love #Friendship #Trust #Excitment #Loyalty #Cuddles #Hugs #Treats #Presents #Adventures #Feelings #Emotions #Robyn and Taron

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WARNING: eye gore!!, violence Disclaimer: this is..... an au where guy fieri isnt a cool and chill dude that just likes food. i am very sorry for what i do to him in this. i dont mean it and if the cops knock at my door i will blame it on hussie word count: about 3.7k. i am so sorry

context john gets kidnapped by his mom dave doesnt panic

Los Angeles, CA, Wednesday

“No matter what happens, nobody cancels the premiere,” you say. “Okay? No matter what’s in the news. No matter how bad it gets. The movie drops on Thursday, and people are gonna watch it. Got it? This is a scare tactic and we’re not falling for it. Even if the world is ending, we are premiering this movie and going through with the promo. With or without me.”

Catalena, your manager, has been with you for too long to think that you’re joking. She was who flew you in from Houston to LA back when you were twenty, who let you sleep on your couch until you made enough money to get an apartment, who thought that the message you had for the world was one worthy of her help. She knows that all of this is real, and that she can’t stop you.

Her face says, Dave, you’re scaring me. Her mouth says, “You got it. Could you at least tell me… what you think is going to be in the news that would make us not premiere it?”

“Something bad,” you say. “Hopefully, anyway.”

She tilts her head. “Are you faking your death?”

“Lalonde and I are gonna disappear for a sec,” you say. “How people interpret that is gonna be up to them.”

“Not like you to leave things up to chance,” Catalena says. “Some will think it’s elaborate PR.”

“That’s why I’m only telling you. Lalonde and I are gonna frame this to look serious, and no one else is gonna know what’s going on. You keep your cool, but don’t let anyone know that you’re in on it.”

“I mean, I barely am.” She gives you a Look, a capital L Look, then sighs and nods. “Fine. So if I hear about your presumed death tomorrow, I won’t freak out. At what point am I allowed to assume you are actually dead, and freak out a little bit?”

“If you don’t hear from me in a week,” you say, “then Lalonde and I have been killed by Betty Crocker.”

Houston, TX, twelve years ago

You’re blind.

That’s not true. You’re not blind. You don’t think you are going to be blind. There is no way that you’re fully blind, because the assassin only got your right eye, so it doesn’t make sense for you to be blind, but you’re blind.

The pain might originate from your right eye, but it’s engulfing your entire head by now, and there is something sticky in your left eye and you can’t open it anymore and it burns, and you’re going to go blind, and then you’re going to die in a ditch, in a pool of your own blood, and this is it. It’s over. You and your half sister fucked around on the internet a bunch, got really deep into some conspiracy theories, and barely two weeks after you made the discovery that Betty Crocker definitely, undoubtedly, literally is an actual alien, someone was sent to kill you.

They didn’t manage, so far. They got your eye, and they broke your glasses, leaving a cut on your nose, and a bunch of cuts everywhere else, and you think you cracked your head open when you fell. But you cut their knife hand off, good and clean off, watched it fall to the ground right in front of you. By the time it hit the pavement, the assassin had already turned around and ran away, leaving you to crumple and suffer here by yourself.

This is it.

“Strider?” Rose says. Before the blood trickling into your good eye ruined your vision, you managed to dial her number and call her up, and now you’re lying on your side with your phone pressed to your ear, imagining her in her college dorm room in New York. You were going to visit her there, years ago, after you ran away from your parents. It never worked out. Neither of you has the money. You really wish you could have seen her at least once.

“Yeah,” you croak. “You at home?”

“At the dorm, yes. What’s going on?”

“You gotta go. She sent someone after me, she’s gonna come for you too. If she knows that I know, she’ll know that you know.”

One of the most comfortable parts of friendship with Rose, you’ve found, is that she never asks you to clarify what the fuck you’re talking about. Either she just lets you ramble, or she knows exactly what you mean. “Shit,” she hisses, and you can hear rustling on her side of the line, hopefully from her getting ready. She probably has a getaway bag somewhere, you think. You have one, but not on you right now. It’s too late for that.

“They’ve already hit me, so whoever she sent to you can’t be far,” you say. You try to blink your eye open, but then it hurts the other more, and it burns. You can’t even tell where exactly. It just burns. “Hurry up, Lalonde.”

“They’ve hit you?” she echoes, still rustling, breathing into the phone. On the move. Good. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you say. “Gonna call an ambulance after this. Just get the fuck out and text me later, yeah?”

Rose pauses. You can hear her pause, you can hear everything go very silent for a second. She says, “You called me before you called for help?”

“Yeah,” you say. She told you, once, that there is a quick and easy way out the window of her second-storey dorm room, that lets her balance over to her girlfriend’s room only a few windows ahead. She can’t hide there, it’s too close, but it’s a start. She’ll figure it out, she always will. She was the first person to ever have your back. “Of course I did.”

On a plane, Thursday morning

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asks.

You’re leaned back, staring out the window, listening to the clicking of her knitting needles next to you. The pilot here doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, just that he is flying two rich people and their car to Washington, DC. Your Mustang is in the cargo part of the plane, a vital part of the plan. You’ll torch it later. It was the first car you bought with your own money, after SBaHJ had become big and you had finally paid off your hospital debt.

Rose’s apartment isn’t that old, she got it after Roxy was born and she decided to move to Los Angeles, so you could help each other babysit. Trashing it still felt wrong. A home is a home, but you wanted it to look broken into, to make sure that people put two and two together. This isn’t a Dave Strider marketing scheme, you both got hit. After all the work that you’ve done, at least some of the public should understand what that means.

“Us,” you say.

“That’s very sentimental,” she says. “Are you sure you aren’t mourning your car again?”

“Shut up,” you say, and blindly swat at her, hitting her elbow. She hits you back, hand slapping your shoulder. “It’s a good car.”

Rose hums. When you look at her, she’s already back to knitting. You have no idea what she’s making, but it looks like a onesie for an octopus. “We will be fine,” she says. “We have to.”

You nod, and go back to staring out the window, thinking about what Alma said. “It’s just,” you say quietly. “We gotta start thinking about the endgame, here, don’t we.”

“Start?” Rose echoes. “Dave, we know the endgame to this. We’ve known for a while. The second you landed in the hospital with a cut inside your eyeball, you and I both knew that this would end in death.”

You don’t say anything. She’s right, of course she is. You knew then, and she knew, as soon as you texted her from your hospital bed, and she texted you back from a Greyhound bus. And you tried to forget, you both did, for a very long time. You almost managed, for a whole decade, until last year, someone made you scared and angry enough to ram a sword through his throat. Until Rose came and disassembled the body on your rooftop, and then helped you burn it. Reality has caught up with you, and someone is going to die.

The clicking of her needles has stopped again. You turn your head to look at her, and she’s looking back at you, and her face seems younger than it should be. She is just as scared as you are. Neither of you ever wanted it to go this far. Neither of you wanted to kill.

“I don’t like it either,” Rose says. “But someone is going to wind up dead, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be us.”

Washington, DC, now

)(IC: u comin or what TG: yeah about that

You’re on the hood of your car. The children -- and Sally, John’s pet hedgehog -- are with the one sitter you still trust. Rose is in position, which means she is at a remote location outside the city holding Guy Fieri hostage. She has sent you a picture of him tied to a chair and gagged, which means that it’s go time.

All according to plan.

TG: how about you come kill me somewhere else instead of home sweet home )(IC: why would i do that TG: dying mans last request? )(IC: stfu lol this is so obviously a trap TG: wow ok so is yours )(IC: fair TG: just thought that you know TG: john means something to both of us and dont try to tell me no because i know he does TG: so like can we maybe duke it out somewhere where i wont accidentally blow him to smithereens TG: innuendo intended )(IC: UG)( )(IC: gross TG: lmao TG: anyway bethany you know me and you know im comin with c4 in my backpack if im comin TG: do you really want that around your son or can you just get off your ass and meet me here so john stays safe )(IC: u reely think ya have a fighting chance to even get that far )(IC: buoy you set one foot in my house and ya get spearfished TG: yeah not really making a great point for me to come there rn TG: just thought maybe youd wanna be with your guy guy )(IC: who TG: you know TG: guy the guy )(IC: tf

You text her the picture that Rose sent, just Guy Fieri looking miserable, no indication of whether or not you or Rose are with him.

)(IC: )(-EY )(IC: motherglubber what do u think yoar doin TG: yoar??? TG: thats literally not a word. wym you oar?? what TG: anyway im gonna dismember this asshole if you dont agree to keep john safe and come here and im gonna start with the frosted tips )(IC: FIN--E )(IC: cant effin wait to be done with you )(IC: ill come krill ya if its so shrimportant just gimme the location TG: ok shrimportant is actually pretty funny TG: [coordinates] TG: see you soon

She drives a fuchsia Jaguar that looks like Xzibit threw up all over it, because of course she does. You watch it leave from your perch on your Mustang, then slide off the hood. shes gone, you text Rose. get ready to bounce

Before you leave, you turn back toward you car, and gently pat the roof. “See you soon,” you repeat, “for one last ride.”

Look, it’s a good car, alright.

Later on in the plan, once you’ve convinced John to come with you, and Rose has joined you in the no doubt brutal course out of the house littered with security guards, the three of you will pack into this car, and you will drive. You will be tailed, you know you will. Rose and you estimate two to three SUVs with more security personnel that will follow you, and sooner or later, you won’t stand a chance against them.

So, you’ll call the cops. You don’t usually do this -- even during all these years, neither you nor Crocker ever called the police on each other, and technically, you still won’t, today. You will just anonymously call authorities, and tell them about a burning car by the side of the road. Then you will hang up, and you and Rose and John will hop out of a moving vehicle as you crash your beloved Mustang and have it go up in flames. Authorities will come and find Dave Strider’s infamous car, and hopefully that’ll get people talking.

Crocker’s guys will hopefully exit their cars and go looking for you, or at least for John. It’s an easy con from there -- while they look, you will steal their SUVs and drive off toward your safehouses. Simple. No sweat.

“This better work,” you mutter to yourself, then leave your car behind and start climbing the fence around Crocker manor.

You’ve been here once before, while she was out and John was showing you around. You weren’t actively trying to case the place back then, just spending time with your boyfriend and checking out where he grew up, but you couldn’t help how curious you were. You still remember the most important spots, and you did your best to paint a proper picture of them to Rose (you drew a map in MS Paint), so now you have a pretty good idea of where you need to go.

The guard posts, of course, are randomized. You’ll have to take these as they come, and you feel prepared enough, with just your sword and a handful of knives. You’re wearing the kevlar you wore to the Oscars. You’re gonna be fine.

It’s a race against time now, knowing that there is no guarantee when Crocker will be catching on and returning to her house, and knowing that you stand no chance actually fighting her face to face. You climbed in toward the side of the house, because it’s the shortest distance between fence and wall. The front and back yards are ridiculously huge and opulent, and while you would have plenty of gaudy statues to hide behind, you’re not looking to make your way through there.

The first guard spots you right as you hop down off the fence, and your knife is in his shoulder before he even finishes drawing his gun on you. He’s also wearing a vest, but those don’t stop blades, and you take offense in knowing that she made them dress up like that. As if either you or Rose were going to show up with guns. She really doesn’t know you at all. You knock out the guard with a hit of the knife grip against his temple. Maybe you can get through this without deaths.

One of them you comfortably take out from behind a useless fountain placed in this part of the garden for some reason, appreciating how quiet and low-key you can be about it so far. The bigger the ruckus, the sooner she’ll return, so having them all go down in silence is your best case scenario.

It’s the third guard that ruins your track record. You’re almost at the house wall, and you know you’re under the right window, which means all you have to do is scale it and climb right into John’s room, but for that to work you need to have a clean path behind you. Which you don’t, you realize the second a bullet hits your back.

Your vest catches it, but the momentum still knocks you down, and you scrape both of your palms open on the weird break between lawn and pavement. You hate this fucking garden. Who lives like this? You’re gasping for breath and trying not to inhale any grass, dealing with the reality that this is the first time someone has shot at you and actually hit you, and the bullet might not have penetrated skin at all, but Jesus Fucking Christ it still feels awful. Like someone kicked you in the spine, only with a bullet instead of a foot.

Onward. You hear footsteps behind you, and now it’s your turn to kick, hitting them in the face with your boot in the same motion that you’re pushing yourself up from the ground. As they curse and stumble, you draw your sword, but they catch their footing quickly, and you know you only have a split second to act. That gun is pointing at you, again, or still, and they’re going for your head this time, and if you don’t fight now, the journey ends for you here. Someone is going to die, and it sure as shit can’t be you. Your arm darts forward.

The sword goes through their vest, their ribs, and their heart -- you wouldn’t call it smoothly, you really wouldn’t. You can feel resistance with every inch, you feel it right up to your shoulder, and you hate it, and it makes you want to throw up, but you can’t, now. You shove them off your blade and watch them crumple to the ground, and turn right back toward the wall. They are not getting up again. That’s on you, and you can deal with that later. You have to get moving.

Your phone vibrates.

You manage to pull yourself up on a balcony and crouch there, hiding from whatever is going on in the yard now. Other guards must have heard the shot being fired, so you really need to get the fuck out of sight, but this has to do, for now. If Crocker is messaging you, you have to respond, so she doesn’t think you’re in her goddamn garden.

)(IC: yo )(IC: send me proof yoar still with him )(IC: almost there this betta be worth it TG: one sec

As expected. All according to plan, so far. You hope the blood on your sword won’t make the sheath sticky. You’ll have to clean it, later. You don’t want to.

TG: shes asking for proof TG: go ahead. sorry TT: No worries. TT: I know we don’t endorse violence, but honestly, Dawon, after being in a room with him for this long, I am quite happy to do this.

She sends you a picture, and you grimace at your phone. It takes a lot to make you grimace, as a Strider born and raised -- at the same time, you’re not easily shocked or grossed out, but this isn’t great to look at. Fieri’s eye has been pulled from its socket, dangling down his cheek suspended from the nerve, a hole in the eyeball. You hope Crocker won’t be able to tell that this was done with a knitting needle, and forward the photo to her.

TG: hows this )(IC: )(--EY FUCK OFF )(IC: stop i reely like guy 38( TG: yeah well i really like john TG: eye for an eye TG: hurry it up im waiting and theres a second eye to gauge out )(IC: ten minutes )(IC: ur gonna be so sorry buoy

TG: 10 mins TT: On my way.

Okay. Crocker is on her way to a location where there will only be Guy Fieri and a set of elaborate boobytraps which you know won’t kill her, but hopefully slow her down. Rose is on her way here, to help you and John get out of here. That’s plenty of time you still have. Things are going suspiciously well, you think, before you remember the ache in your back and the fact that you killed someone.

You have to get to John.

He’s another two floors up, but you are right in front of a balcony door. For a second, you wonder if you could get into the house from here and do the rest from inside, so you don’t present yourself to the mob of people with guns in the garden. Unfortunately, before you can do that, another person with a gun appears on the other side of that door, mouths an angry what the fuck at you, and draws an assault rifle. Alright, well.

The thing that has mostly kept you from becoming too violent in the past is the fact that you’re fast, and you’re a great climber, so when you hop backward onto the banister of the balcony and pull yourself up to the next one above you, it happens so fast that nobody in the garden reacts. It’s after you’re already crouching behind the balcony, thankfully made of robust concrete, that the shots start hitting it. You do nothing, count the bullets, wait for them to get rid of half of their magazines down there. Then you pull a knife, peek over the balcony, and throw it right into someone’s bicep.

More shots. More ducking and counting. You have two more knives to throw, and you do, rinse and repeat. The people down there are very angry with you now, and very much still able to shoot, but you figure at least their aim will be off, and they’ll be slower. You hope. You haven’t held a gun yourself in fucking forever.

You take a breath, and jump up to grab the balcony you know belongs to John.

As soon as you’re in the open, another bullet hits your back, further toward your side this time, and you almost let go. You let out an undignified noise instead, and hold on harder, focusing all you have into your arms to pull yourself up. Shots are ringing in your ears, and one hits the concrete right next to your head at almost the same time that another one grazes your leg. You hiss in pain, grunt in exertion, pull, pull, and roll yourself onto John’s balcony.

Someone in the garden yells, “Motherfucker!”

You sit, curled up, and pull apart the tear in your pants with your aching fingers to check the wound. It’s not deep, certainly not as bad as the chunk of missing flesh you have in your arm from being shot at last year. It’s fine. You’ll forget about it in a second, when your newest problem will be telling your amnesiac boyfriend that he needs to come with you.

You pull yourself up into a crouch, not more. You don’t want to risk getting shot in the head as you finally face him, so you just do it like this. Hunkered down, disheveled and bloody, you lean forward and knock on John’s window.

#posted ooc #action post #woof #eye gore text -#graphic violence -#eye trauma -#the rest of this will happen in discord :')#mentioned:#fontjoke #comedianrhapsody #mindparkour #jakepalooka sort of

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rojnapat · 5 years ago

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if you had to choose, what would be your favorite: - first evak hangout - first kiss - cuddle clip - reunion clip - morning after clip - OHN clip - minute by minute clip - christmas party clip (like between OG, skam fr and wtfock, what is your favorite for each scene?)

AND FAVORITE HOTEL CLIP I FORGOT ABT THAT ONE

okk finally i’m inspired to type this answer i’m sorry it took so long! but i mean you know my struggle at this point lol i’m so dumb

i think the answers are pretty obvious though rip but i love having the chance to ramble, thanks! (and please don’t let my struggle discourage you from sending these asks, i love answering these)

first hangout: vendredi 18h53. i don’t think i’ve recovered from the piano scene yet. and that close up of eliott just falling harder for lucas. eliott being a dork in general as a bonus. thank u.

first kiss: vendredi 20h27 le premier STOLE MY SOUL and never gave it back. i’ve made so many rambles, posts and said so much about this clip and yet nothing is enough! i love kisses under the rain! the symbolism with polaris! the moment the music starts playing i’m GONE i just????? what???

cuddle clip: i hope you weren’t expecting anything that wasn’t samedi 09h17 here cus i MEAN. the first thing that always hits hard about this clip is how it’s the first time we see lucas actually happy. he’s being himself! and listening to his heart, and yes! his heart is saying pull eliott closer and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, but that’s the point! like it’s just this incredible contrast we see in lucas that we don’t see in any other isak, how do i explain it? the development is different. not worse, or better, just different! like for example, in robbe we get a slower but a bit steadier change, but in lucas we just get him just doing a 180, back and forth, until he’s finally out of the closet. and this clip is the first time we truly see it! i remember the first time i watched skam france it was actually so damn hard to picture lucas that way because of the personality he was given, and to see him with no doubts or fears, he doesn’t second guess himself, he just feels safe and happy and head over heels in love and acts on it without any shame... his beautiful take on the multiverse theory (by the way, my favorite one) and those beautiful shots of him and eliott while he talks about it? it’s just so perfect. i love that clip so much.

reunion clip: you see here i have a very close tie because. if you say choose one, yes or yes, i’m gonna go with vendredi 18h35, but truth be told... vrijdag 21:21 also took my breath away. it’s like, the first part? vrijdag just outdid every reunion scene ever. not only the fact that i witnessed it drop LIVE (and let me tell you it was the best feeling ever, we were so scared about wtfock clowning us and the second we saw that timestamp WE ALL KNEW and yet my heart fucking stopped when i heard sanders voice) but also that exchange with NO WORDS the way they say everything by just staying close, they both feel like the best option is to stay away, because robbe doesn’t trust sander and is too heartbroken, and sander feels what he has with robbe is doomed to fail because of his mental illness....... but they just love each other so much it doesn’t matter................... and then the second part of vendredi!!! the way they look like they’re dancing when they’re holding each other!!! the colors!!! the music!!! and more importantly: the way eliott looks at lucas like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen this is too much

morning after clip: fem fine frøkner is a clip that i cannot believe literally EVERY OTHER REMAKE HAS ROBBED US OF but i mean, i also am kinda glad it stays as something that only og has. it’s such an evak thing, no? even being sweet, lovable and dorky and then isak trying to act cool but melting the second even comes close to him. that’s something i really loved about original isak, the way he just is completely incapable to function until even kisses him, to the point hE GETS FRUSTRATED it’s so adorable. i love. isak and even and i’m sad i don’t say it enough. i lov ehtem.

hotel clip: well then again altogether i dread strongly the hotel scenes whenever i’m doing a rewatch because i don’t like a single part of them. i mean sex scenes make me uncomfortable but I HAVE NO ISSUE WITH THEM before we start that drama again it’s just me myself as a person. but what i hate about those scenes is pretty much what everyone else dislikes, the problem is that they’re literally unwatchable to me. some things hit too close to home and become very unsettling. there are some cute rescue-able moments like robbe and sander cuddling, or lucas and eliott talking before the sex scene, but then the color schemes of the scenes, the way some shots are filmed, the straight up of a nightmare wtfock hotel room its all around such a bad omen and what comes afterwards is so awful to me all of it gets tainted. i guess the most tolerable one to me, because both the color scheme and the mood are lighter until it gets bad, the beautiful editing of the scene and the song that fucking SLAPS, is the original hotel scene.

ohn: vendredi 20h27 t’es plus tout seul really had the flashback game too strong. the music was so damn fucking well edited and chosen, everything about it hits so different than with any other of the versions of it, at least in my case. it was the only one that truthfully made me cry, and seriously, is that scene even REAL

minute by minute: well anon since you gave me the chance i’m kinda gonna cheat here cus it’s definitely maandag 11:03. wtfock’s minute by minute scene really was my favorite one. i think combining the two for this remake just worked so well. breaking down in robbe’s arms, for sander’s character, it just also worked so well. robbe’s soft “i love you” after sander says he’s toxic, basically every line robbe says is beautiful, but that “ik hou van jou” makes me astral project, i mean what the HELL dude, it just does the job so well, it just reassured us just like it reassured sander that he’s gonna be okay because he’s with someone with all that love to give to him and with all the time in the world to prove to him that it’s real???help?

christmas party clip: i’m gonna say wtfock here because they did that BRILLIANT thing with giving closure to robbe’s story by making him text his mom coming out to her, otherwise they’re all equally sweet and wholesome

let me make an entirely separate added category to say dinsdag 16:31 is my favorite clip out of all the clips in all the remakes i still can’t believe it’s REAL

also out of two of that list my real favs are from skam italia but i tried to keep it to the options u gave me... ily anon thank u

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duchessofostergotlands · 6 years ago

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I just caught a royal team talk on Iplayer and I personally think it's a wonderfully honest conversation - Danny Rose, a footballer, mentioned he was asked by a premiere league football club if he was ''crazy'' (after speaking publicly and eloquently about his own struggles with mental illness previously) while they were attempting to sign him. I'm forcing my dad and brother to watch it tomorrow.

I haven’t seen it yet! I won’t have iPlayer until I get back to the UK at the weekend so I probably won’t be able to watch it for a bit. I thought the Heads Up thing was lukewarm but the team talk is a good idea. Football is definitely a good way to reach men but I feel like it’s something that needs more time and space to explore it fully. Some men who have never spoken about their emotions in public don’t know how to even begin that conversation so I think modelling it is helpful. I will watch it for sure and let you know what I think :)

#ask #anon #2019 #prince william #british royal family

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voyeuristicvixen · 3 years ago

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Captains Log No.25_Summer is here! New tings poppin!

Fakrava Island has become our special little haven, we absolutely love our Landlady Shayla she is super sweet to us always invites us to join in the neighborly events and there’s always a fun party or something to do here. If you have never visited definitely check it out! There is a beach nearby that is a great spot to surf and have a beach day! Ill have to post a separate ting on that later.

We spent Summer solstice being lazy and lounging in the sun, its really nice to just have family time and be excellent, black, and in love. Wav and I have been blessed to have spent all of last month together in RL. That’s why I have been M.I.A! Now we are 10x closer and telepathic. Its great!

If you ever have the chance to safely meet your online partner, do so without hesitation! Life’s too short!

Now we are hustlin’ hard till we are together again. We’ve been getting commissions for SL music videos and filming content at Stufio 19! We’ve come up with a great business plan for it and can’t wait to open it to the public to rent and use! We have started a collective of black VR creators! Contact me if you are interested in learning more. I have also been studying to do tours at Meroe Museum! It is the premier virtual black cultural center in the metaverse and THE place you must visit if you care to learn about the true history of indigenous peoples in the world.

When you are at Meroe, be sure to grab one of the new free Ipads! They are full of PDF books on Black History and Revolution. I also implore you to leave a note, or donation if you learn something new! Next month I will be starting up tours so watch out for the schedule!

Oh, and lastly! Theres more! ha! I have beautiful wild breedable female tiger cubs ready to be put on the marketplace. I am super excited because they are just adorable and this is the year of the tiger so its just great luck to have one and care for them.Wav and I have so much content to drop and create, we have been pushin hard for mastery of time management and just taking things one step at a time. I just got in from RL work and had a moment where I felt called to tap in. Bless and Happy Summer Solstice! (Or whatever season it is where you are at! happy that!) **Ill add the LMs to things later... could be hours from now... or tomorrow.. ty for reading!xoxo**

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The Flash: Best Look Yet at Barry's Season 6 Costume

Barry Allen will get a brand-new costume in The Flash season 6, with a new official image giving fans their best look at it yet. After first debuting on the inaugural CW show, Arrow, The Flash aka Barry Allen was quickly spun off for adventures of his own. The Flash later helped produce further spinoffs such as Legends of Tomorrow and the upcoming Batwoman show. As the most consistently rated of all the current Arrowverse spinoffs, the show has comfortably run for five seasons.

The Flash season 6 looks to be an especially busy and harrowing time for Barry Allen and his team. As seen at the end of The Flash season 5, the timeline had been so drastically altered that he and Iris were forced to watch as their daughter was erased from existence. A coda for the finale also revealed that Barry's long-prophesied disappearance was now set to occur at a much earlier point in time. With Crisis on Infinite Earths confirmed as the next crossover event, and already teased in each Arrowverse season finale, season 6 will tackle that ill-fated destiny and its subsequent fallout head-on. Unlike previous crossovers that provided merely a diversion from the collective shows' main threads, Crisis of Infinite Earths is so pivotal to season 6 that showrunner Eric Wallace revealed that the season will be split up into two distinct storylines - pre-Crisis and post-Crisis.

Related: The 10 Best Costumes on The Flash, Ranked

According to a new photo revealed exclusively by TVLine, the titular speedster will, at least, be facing the new challenges in style. Barry has had quite a few different costumes across the seasons - even without counting those worn by his villainous counterparts. Each upgrade is usually constructed by Cisco Ramon (Carlos Valdes), who can also be seen in the image alongside Candice Patton's Iris West-Allen and Danielle Nicolet's Cecile Horton. That will likely remain the case with the new costume, which retains the white background on The Flash's emblem and looks decidedly less leather-based and more New 52-inspired than some previous iterations. The full image can be checked out in the space below:

Alongside the photo, a few new details regarding the new season was also revealed. According to Wallace, the first half of the season has been referred to as "Graphic Novel No. 1" and will pick up directly after the loss of Nora West-Allen. With that grief still hanging over proceedings and the once distant future now firmly on their doorstep, the showrunner also revealed that the members of Team Flash will cope with the revelation "in unique and sometimes tragic ways". Those themes will also tie directly into the introduction of Dr. Ramsay Rosso, a close friend of Caitlin Snow's that is destined to become the villainous Bloodwork. Played by Heroes‘ Sendhil Ramamurthy, the character will serve as the main pre-Crisis antagonist.

It remains to be seen just what new bells and whistles Cisco has added to the latest incarnation of the suit. Each season, after all, usually comes with brand-new features (such as inflation) for Barry to keep himself safe or utilize against the villains of the week (of which there will apparently be a few particular crowd-pleasing ones leading up to the crossover). Equally, it's unclear just what is transpiring in the image. The character's expressions, however, definitely imply something surprising. And with Cecile, who is a noted psychic, present alongside the team, it could be that one such nemesis is being confronted. Whatever the case, fans will no doubt be pleased that Barry's attire becomes more and more comics accurate with every step towards his destiny.

More: What To Expect From The Flash Season 6

The Flash season 6 premieres Tuesday, October 8 on The CW.

Source: TVLine

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2019’s Top Rap Albums, according to Capital K

10: Skyzoo & Pete Rock – Retropolitan

Very few dudes out there are rapping like Skyzoo is. He’s been dropping impeccable verses for years, running with legendary crews like Duck Down and Jamla records across his fifteen year career. Zoo has proven himself time and again as a dedicated wordsmith with his carefully crafted songs and projects, but for the first time in a long time we get a clear, concise album from him that is not bogged down by an extensive concept. Instead, Retropolitan is simply an homage to the streets of the Big Apple, told from two men who have watched the city and its culture lose some of their once seemingly indelible essence. Pete Rock brings the type of New York production that has been in season for almost three decades, and with Skyzoo it still feels fresh. Though the NY rap scene remains firmly in the ‘90s, what with old groups making repetitive returns and most new rappers unable to carve out any semblance of originality, the occasional retro album truly nails it, even in 2019. This is one of them.

9: Little Brother – May the Lord Watch

The return that very few people saw coming, May the Lord Watch is a short project (only 10 of the album’s 15 tracks contain beats and rhymes), but it easily silences any questions as to whether Rapper Big Pooh and Phonte might have lost a step since putting out two certified classics in the early 2000s. Picking up right where Phonte’s 2018 No News Is Good News left off, May the Lord Watch finds the two rappers comfortably claiming their place as kings in the ‘Grown Man Rap’ movement. They effortlessly trade bars as they craft narrative of nights in (“Sittin’ Alone”), the married life (“Goodmorning Sunshine”), and thankfulness for the blessings of God (“Work Through Me”). Without an ounce of bitterness, the men sketch their pleasures and pains across Little Brother’s tried-and-true canvas of radio skits and interludes (UBN – U Black N****s – network remains as funny as ever, situating everything the group does squarely in its context of blackness). Notably, the album features no production from original Little Brother member Ninth Wonder, but the rappers feel right at home over the lush, sample-heavy beats which maintain the aesthetic sensibilities of the group’s early classics.

8: Wiki – Oofie

Oofie finds New York rapper Wiki in a much more subdued place than his 2017 solo debut album No Mountains in Manhattan. It’s a definite change of pace from a man who went through plenty of transitions in the past two years, including the breakup of his super-group Secret Circle and a move to his own label Wikiset (under which Oofie was released). On this offering Wiki maintains his dedication to personal, biographic bars, though Oofie is much more focused on Wiki the man than on Wiki’s hometown New York City. The production is more modern but not trendy, making a concerted effort to leave space for Wiki’s bars to shine through. He rhymes with more confidence than ever, a little slower and more sure of himself than the more fun-loving Wiki of 2017. Slower paced but not monotonous, Oofie will not disappoint those looking for well-crafted lines that are at once playful and somewhat melancholy.

7: L’Orange & Jeremiah Jae – Complicate Your Life with Violence

L’Orange made a name for himself as one of Mello Music Group’s earliest virtuosos, crafting beautifully cinematic, dusty records to fit his guest emcees. The pairings solidified his place as one of the underground’s premiere sample-based producers and made for some dark, brilliant albums. This project is no different, with Jeremiah Jae along for the ride as a crook-turned-soldier in a dystopian world of violence and darkness. While the scenes are not particularly gruesome or gory, their psychological tension draws the listener along like a thriller movie, and Jae’s vivid rhymes and unaffected tone make the chilling subject matter all the more enticing. The two artists are at the top of their games here, building an album interspersed with vintage film samples and some spectacular features to create an engrossing, consistent mood in a way that very few other albums did this year. Complicate Your Life with Violence places itself in 2019’s catalog as a bleak assessment of the violent, at times seemingly unforgivable, world in which we live. It’s an album that is both a product of today and a warning of tomorrow.

6: Add-2 – Jim Crow The Musical

Probably the most unknown artist on this list, Chicago rapper Add-2 released his powerful Jim Crow the Musical in the twilight of 2019 and immediately slid himself right into the discussion for the year’s top rap albums. An album that is equal parts pride and sorrow, full of both fear and resolve, Jim Crow is an earnest look at the way in which America’s unabashed history of racism has manifested itself in the way it treats its black citizens in the present day. The versatile range of sounds and moods mesh together into a cohesive narrative of life lived in a skin that Add-2 sees as “both a gift and a curse” (“Hashtag”), linked through skits about blackness that give the album it’s ‘Musical’ feel. As a rapper, Add-2 falls somewhere in between Kendrick Lamar and Open Mike Eagle, as comfortable in a driving, breathless flow (“Git Your Hand Out of My Pocket”) as he is in a more reserved and conversational one (“The Secret Life of Blacks”), and that’s just in the album’s first two proper songs. The man can flat out rap, and on top of that, Add-2 does his own beats. Though he (like almost any underground artist) will likely tell you that he’s been grinding away, releasing quality content all along, this album feels like a coming-out party of sorts for the rapper, and it’s worth a listen from any fan of music in general.

5: Danny Brown – uknowhatimsayin¿

When word got out that the legendary Q-Tip would be executive producing Danny Brown’s newest album, expectations were naturally high. Following Danny’s critically acclaimed raw and ambitious Atrocity Exhibition in 2016, fans were eager to see how Tip would be able to elevate Brown’s game to new places. However, instead of trying to top Atrocity with another conceptual masterpiece, the two sent in a collection of straight up good to great songs from a newly refined Danny (complete with a new front tooth), who replaced the wildness of his previous work with a veteran’s swagger and confidence. Focused more on masterful bars than shock value, uknowhatimsayin¿ sees Danny primarily sticking to his ‘Old album Side A’ voice, while covering topics ranging from sex on a laundry machine (“Laundry”) to navigating life as a black man in the racist American system (“Shine”). The album is a flex from a man who has already made his masterpiece and now feels content to provide us with high quality, if not necessarily ambitious, reminders that he’s still a top lyricist and song-writer.

4: Brother Ali – Secrets & Escapes

If you felt that maybe Brother Ali had hit a period of creative coasting over the last decade, you’re in good company: so did he. And to remedy this, Ali made an album with the legendary Evidence that made it an explicit goal to throw out any songs that sounded like an Ali (or Evidence) joint. The result is a collection of songs that find Brother Ali at his hungriest, solemnest, and, in a way, most refreshed. Produced entirely by Evidence (and featuring verses from Evidence, Talib Kweli, and Pharoahe Monch), Secrets & Escapes treads familiar topics for Ali: spirituality, his own inner demons and struggles, and societal ills, but in this album he’s less preacher than teacher, an elder with a lot on his mind. Ali’s is a calming presence for today’s frenetic, confused society and he easily shows us that he’s still got the bars he once did. For his part, Evidence has crafted a sonically diverse, jazzy palette with some beautiful samples and dusty drums. If you forgot that he produced Kanye’s “Last Call,” consider this a reminder of Evidence’s status as a premiere double threat. Highlights include “Father Figures,” “Secrets & Escapes,” and “They Shot Ricky.”

3: billy woods & Kenny Segal – Hiding Places

For those that missed it, billy woods truly killed the year 2019. A new solo album, an updated re-release of a capstone essential, a grab bag megamix of new, unreleased, and well-known songs, and this absolutely relentless collaboration with LA producer Kenny Segal comprised woods’ voluminous 2019 output. Hiding Places finds woods rhyming over a more, for lack of a better word, listenable range of beats than many of his recent endeavors, and it works perfectly. Segal’s off-kilter but somehow entirely smooth production gives woods a canvas for some of his most personal and cathartic moments. There are very few rappers who make connections in the way billy woods does, and a vignette about how no one in the hood gets their mail forwarded when they move quickly turns from being a quirky anecdote to a grim depiction of reality as we realize it’s because many people are being chased by a never-ending stream of debt collectors and predatory lenders. The project’s dark humor puts a band-aid over some of its tragic, bleak content, making it an album that grows with each listen. If you’ve heard woods’s name thrown around a lot but never knew where to start, try this album on for size.

2: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib – Bandana

Following up a surprise classic is always a challenge. Fans and critics are easy to please the first time but once you’ve set a high bar for yourself there’s no turning back. Knowing this, and never ones to be rushed, Freddie “Gangster” Gibbs and super-producer Madlib made the world wait a whole five years before following up their essential 2014 release Piñata with this year’s Bandana. It was worth the wait. Where Piñata found Madlib inhabiting Gibbs’s realm in a Blaxploitation-inspired story of thuggin’ and dealing, their second album evens the playing field a bit, and Freddie is forced to rap over beats that at times sound like they came straight out of the Beat Konducta series. He proves himself more than capable, rapping on an entirely new level while he easily switches flows to match Madlib’s eclectic energy. Freddie’s content has changed, too, as the years since Piñata saw him spend time in an Austrian jail, lose his uncle and good friend, and split up with his fiance. Much of Bandana was written in that jail, and he’s more reflective, pacing between regret and pride of his dirty deeds and dark past. It’s a classic in its own right, with more depth than most of Freddie’s past work and a seamless marriage between one of the best producers ever to touch an iPad (Madlib’s tool of choice for Bandana) and a rapper eager to put his own name in the Hall of Fame conversation.

1: Maxo – LIL BIG MAN

Maxo raps with a depression born of hopelessness and uncertainty. He’s a man with more questions than answers, and a slow, straightforward flow that brings us into his world with toughness and ease. His are the problems of an entire generation of young men: How can you justify working for $10 an hour when you could make thousands by robbing one house? How can you bring your friends along when you make it, and will they still be your friends by the time you get there? And, most importantly, will you make it to see your next birthday? Maxo raps effortlessly over smooth, low fidelity beats that stand out from most of the lo-fi subgenre through their lushness and clean mixing. Though generally somber, the album does have its upbeat moments (“Kinfolk” and “Headphones”) to break up the darkness, and a beautiful feature from Lojji on “No Love” that adds some ethereal beauty. Maxo is open about his weaknesses and insecurities, yet positive reinforcement comes in the form of a phone call from his grandma reminding him that, as bad is gets, there’s always a place for him at her home. While other albums this year may have exhibited more ambition or technical reach, Maxo’s LIL BIG MAN stands out as one of 2019’s most listenable and emotional, a project with stunning production that bumps in the whip yet powerful lyrics that will hold your attention on the weakest of earbuds.

Honorable Mentions

Atmosphere – Whenever

Probably the best the group has sounded since 2010’s To All My Friends.

Blockhead – Free Sweatpants

Equal parts instrumental album and who’s who of Blockhead’s extensive circle of rap friends.

Damani Nkosi & iLL Camille – Harriett

A jazzy collaboration focused on black freedom and hope by two incredibly gifted emcees.

Medhane – Own Pace

A lo-fi album in the vein of Earl Sweatshirt’s Some Rap Songs but with more clarity and optimism.

People Under the Stairs – Sincerely, The P

The last album from the legendary west coast group, Sincerely, The P is nostalgic and celebratory.

Quelle Chris – Guns

An album that examines the way in which fear, race, and firearms are used to brutalize communities.

Rapsody – Eve

An epic tour de force, Eve is an homage to black women that have influenced the artist and the world.

Albums I didn’t get around to that sound like they might have made this list

Boogie – Everything’s For Sale

Grip – Snubnose

And that’s it. All in all, 2019 was not a bad year for rap. Stick around next year for more reviews and lists from the squad here at Signature Sounds. May 2020 bring you happiness and success. Love & Respect.

- Capital K

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[Recap] STRANGER THINGS 2, Episodes 1-5: What Goes Up, Must Come Upside Down

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[Recap] STRANGER THINGS 2, Episodes 1-5: What Goes Up, Must Come Upside Down

Stranger Things just debuted its second season on Netflix. Last year’s breakout viral sensation garnered critical acclaim and audience goodwill for its heady mix of nostalgia and horror, appearing on multiple end of year lists and snagging two Golden Globe nominations.

So how does the “sequel” (as series creators The Duffer Brothers have taken to calling it) fare? Read on for my recap of the first five episodes of season two.

Overall thoughts on Season 2

Immediate thoughts upon finishing the season: it’s more of the same, though that’s not necessarily a bad thing. The Duffer Brothers clearly know the show and their audience and even if at times they’re prone to replicating elements from Season One, I would argue that the season wraps up in a more satisfying fashion. Noah Schnapp (Will) proves to be the show’s secret weapon: the young actor has an uncanny ability to play a range of different roles to perfection. Bonus points for a more successful climax in round two, as well.

Episodic Breakdown

As people make their way through the new episodes, Nightmare on Film Street has prepared episodic recaps so be sure to bookmark this page and come back when you finish each episode. Look for the recap of episodes six – nine tomorrow.

Will doesn’t fit in in the season premiere of Stranger Things “Mad Max”

Episode 1 – “Mad Max”

Online chatter suggested the first episode back was slow, but ‘MadMax’ is simply a table setter. We need this reintroduction to Hawkins, Indiana and its denizens in order to set up the season. That means introducing new characters like Sean Astin’s Bob, Paul Reiser’s creepy Dr. Owens and new schoolmates Billy (Dacre Montgomery) and the titular Max (Sadie Sink) – though neither of the kids are given much to do.

“Mad Max” has a few intriguing supernatural occurrences to whet our appetite, including the mysterious poisoning at the pumpkin patch, the lit up control board at Hawkins Laboratory and, of course, Will’s visions of the looming insect-like threat (which would be more striking if it hadn’t been spoiled in Every.Single.Trailer). As for everyone’s favourite Eggo-eating, telepathic feral little girl, the Duffer Brothers naturally keep Eleven (Millie Bobby Brown) hidden until the very end of the episode as one of several examples of characters keeping secrets from each other.

At once point, Dr. Owens tells Joyce (Winona Ryder) that things will get worst before they get better. For her, that’s terrible news. For Stranger Things viewers, that can only means good things ahead.

Odds and Ends:

The cold open features a series of unknown characters getting chased by police before one passenger displays Eleven-like powers that allows them to escape. This will clearly be paid off later (see episode seven in tomorrow’s recap – or rather don’t), but for now, it’s little more than a distraction from our reintroduction to Hawkins.

Danger looms for Will on Halloween night in 2×02 “Trick or Treat, Freak”

Episode 2 – “Trick or Treat, Freak”

First off, let’s address the ridiculous #JusticeForBarb storyline that’s dominating the Nancy (Natalia Dyer) and Steve (Joe Keery) story line. The Duffer Brothers clearly want to address the outcry for the fan favourite from Season One, but can we all agree that they’re leaning into it a little too much? Thankfully all it takes is one drunk party for the real fireworks to come out: Nancy drunkenly confesses about the inadequacies of her relationship with Steve and Jonathan (Charlie Heaton) gets to put the object of his affection to bed. Just remember kids: repression is bad because it manifests as a giant red punch stain on the front of your First Lady/Figure Skater costume.

The other element that stands out about episode two is that there’s a lot more comedy: the four boys are the only ones who dress up for Halloween at school, Lucas (Caleb McLaughlin) and Dustin (Gaten Matarazzo) struggle to speak to Max, Eleven passes her time watching soaps and dimwitted Officer Callahan (John Reynolds) mistakenly touches poisoned crops with his bare hands.

That last piece – the mysterious crop damage storyline – also begins to take shape as we learn that most of Hawkins’ farms have been affected by a mysterious poison, hinting at bigger things to come.

Odds and Ends:

Are the Duffer Brothers candy addicts? First Will and Dr. Owens debate Reese’s Pieces last episode and now there’s a prolonged discussion about the terribleness of 3 Musketeers bars? (Which, for the record, are delicious)

Initially it seemed like this episode was going to offer more insight about contentious siblings Billy and Max, but aside from their chicken-inspired driving on the highway, they remain obscure figures on the periphery. What’s their deal?

Bob and Joyce share a quiet moment in 2×03 “The Pollywog”

Episode 3 – “The Pollywog”

While I appreciate the effort being put into developing Sheriff Hopper (David Harbour) and Eleven’s relationship, I don’t think that the amount of screen time dedicated to this plot line is well spent. Three episodes in and we’re seeing the same content covered repeatedly: she was lost in the woods in winter, Hopper found her after a few feral encounters and they set up a temporary home with three “don’t be stupid” rules. We get it Stranger Things. At this point it just feels like the Duffer Brothers are delaying bringing Eleven back together with the gang.

Thankfully the second season’s dual mythology plot lines continue to develop nicely:

Hopper enlists Dr. Owens to investigate the contagion affecting the crops, which we learn is accounting for the odd smell that Billy and Max described in the last episode.

Meanwhile, Dustin names the “pollywog” creature that he finds in his trash D’Artagnan (because 80s!). A quick examination of the new species reveals that D’Art is a) afraid of the light b) growing exponentially and c) tied to the thing that Will spit into his sink at the end of Season One. Unfortunately the unnatural occurrences end in disaster when Will takes Bob‘s advice to confront the monster head on and he’s literally infected by the smoke monster from his visions. Oops!

Odds and Ends:

Was anyone else surprised to see Shirts vs Skins in gym class was a real thing? I won’t lie: all of these scenes felt remarkably homoerotic. It’s tantamount to a late night flick on Cinemax.

The aftermath of Will’s attack in 2×04 “Will The Wise”

Episode 4 – “Will The Wise”

After the cliffhanger possession ending of the last episode, we pick right up with Will, who claims not to remember what happened to him. After some prodding by Joyce, Will reveals that the creature wanted inside him and their parasitic relationship is deepened when Will refuses to take a hot bath, proclaiming “He likes it cold.”

When Hopper finally arrives at the Byers residence (following an uncomfortable battle of wills with Eleven after she abuses his 3 rules), there’s no narrative clarity about what’s happening, but it still feels like forward momentum. The result – Will confiding in Hopper and Joyce, Mike (Finn Wolfhard) revealing Will’s secret to Dustin and Lucas – makes “Will The Wise” the most satisfying episode of the season to date.

Unfortunately I simply cannot care about the stuff with Nancy and Jonathan and Barb’s mom. The only element of this story line that worked for me was the editing of the sequence in the park, which effectively highlighted Nancy and Jonathan‘s paranoia. The suggestion that these high school students could pull off a covert sting operation against the Hawkins Lab guys is a bit of a laugh, but we’ll see where it goes.

Odds and Ends:

Eleven‘s investigation into her history hits the jackpot when she discovers Hawkins Lab boxes hidden under the floor of Hopper‘s cabin. From there she’s able to connect with her very-much-alive mom, who identifies Eleven as “Jane” before disappearing in a literal puff of smoke.

I’m definitely losing interest in Billy and Max‘s storyline. Is there anything more to this than the fact that he’s racist?

RIP Mews. It always sucks when animals are killed on TV and that poor dead kitty didn’t deserve to be D’Art’s snack. 🙁

Will’s illness is finally address in 2×05 “Dig Dug”

Episode 5 – “Dig Dug”

This is essentially a “choose your own adventure” episode. Most of the characters venture off on their own: Hopper spends the episode foolishly investigating the tunnel system without back-up; Joyce, Mike, Will and Bob decode Will‘s drawings; Lucas catches Max up to speed, and Nancy and Jonathan and Eleven go on separate road trips.

I definitely appreciated the grotty visuals of what Hopper encounters in the tunnels (the blast to the face by a not-at-all-anus-like vine is particularly visceral and icky). Meanwhile Bob earns his high school “Brain” nickname when he deduces that the drawings are a map of Hawkins, though admittedly, hadn’t we all figured this out well in advance? It seems pretty obvious.

The two mythologies finally collide when Will‘s map leads to Hopper, whose survival ironically depends on his smoking habit. Luckily Joyce, Bob and the Hawkins Lab army show up just in time, ending the episode on another cliffhanger when it is revealed (unsurprisingly) that Will‘s physical health is connected to the tunnel vines and he winds up in Grand Mal territory.

Odds and Ends:

I’m glad that Dustin is no longer acting stupid about how dangerous D’Art is. It was evident from the start that the unknown creature was dangerous and “Dig Dug” confirms that as D’Art grows, he becomes more of an (unnatural) threat.

Let’s take a moment to recognize the comedic genius of Lucas‘ sister Erica (Priah Ferguson), who is officially the Dustin of this season. She’s equal parts annoying and hilarious. I love her.

Finally, Eleven‘s storyline continues to (annoyingly) exist completely outside of the main narrative. This episode she meets her Aunt Becky (Amy Seimetz), a Clea DuVall-esque woman looking after her mother. What follows is essentially a redo of Season One: Eleven‘s mom communicates via flickering lights and there’s a whole extended flashback that’s basically the Stranger Things version of Hodor’s “Hold The Door” backstory from Game of Thrones.

Check back tomorrow for recaps of the final four episodes of season two. In the interim, leave your impressions below in the comments!

#caleb mclaughlin #dacre montgomery #David Harbour #finn wolfhard #gaten matarazzo #horror on tv #millie bobby brown #Netflix Stranger Things #noah schnapp #paul reiser #sadie sink #sean astin #stranger things 2 #The Duffer Brothers #winona ryder

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“Wokest Bitch of the West”- Petra

I'm fucking quitting why did you have to cast these fucking people

OMG I made it and it's started and I'm soooo ready

RHONE ! Bless.

i love men that means im not a lesbian

Ohhh bitch i am here! I was legit just having a mental brake down and now im here. Ohh boy!!! Im so excited to be here and now im seeing Amanda again! But me geting jenna out and willa ohh boy! Im gonna have to talk to willa and hopefully jenna isn't so harsh this time around! Ah im so excited i just hope im not a pre-juror boot because im going to be so emotional this game and hopefully play a villainous card!

toby marlow is sexy as fuck what the mhell

I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!! So far, not much has happened which can be good or bad. I'm a bit nervous to be playing with returnees being on the other tribe because they might be better at immunity challenges than us. I'm a bit nervous about Pine Boy being in this game because I heard that he's really good. So far I like Toph (Azores buddy <3), Sultana, Jacob, and Nick. Nick came to me right away and said he liked me and wanted an alliance with me. I was like sure!!! Who would I be to decline an alliance? An idiot, that's what I would be. I'm wondering how we're going to do idol hunting on this season and I hope we find out soon. I want to redeem myself from my Azores mess. That reminds me, Toph being here can be really bad for both of our games. If anyone know what Azores is, they know that I gave Toph my idol. They know that we were close, which can be really bad for our games. If people look at Azores and assume that we're still close (which we are), we're fucked in the long run. I love writing confessionals, I missed that in Azores. Sure, we had Ponderosa confessionals, but I wanted to talk more game shit in there. Another thing that I'm worried about: If Toph read my in-game confessionals during Azores, he knows that I'm reluctant to play by his side again. Or, if he has a brain, he can infer it from that. Hopefully, this wont all blow up in my face. I can't wait for the shit show to start after the immunity challenge.

I really am gonna have to fight the hosts

Not letting me idol search and putting me on this tribe. There is only ONE girl on my tribe. And rhone and the boys. I hate men fuck you all. Also Jake being on my tribe when he has the personality of a dead foot yikes. I hate this tribe i hate this game. Get me my shit i wanna leave now.

Except jordan pines and daniel they cool.

Heyo! The name’s Johnny, from Survivor: India, the guy who went through only two tie votes in his seasons, and I guess I’m ready to swing at the sandbags again. I’m glad to be back and hopefully I don’t fall in the pits that I fell in last time. I’m not settling for premerge this time ‘round. So this tribe is definitely a lot bigger & badder than I expected. Lots of personalities, lots of players, and a shit ton of self-professed “bitches”, “villains”, and whatnot. I just want to survive a while in here so I’m ready to slap on the under-the-radar happy tribe mascot sticker. But of course, the twist is revealed. I tried for the advantage but as always, my luck runs dry and I’m beaten to it. Figured Jordan Pines had it and right I was - dude won immunity. Lucky fella. Oh well, better him than ~some~ people, because at least he probably won’t want me gone first. I’ve also had some decent chats with Issy & Daniel, a bit o’ back-and-forth with Chris, and barely anything with Jake, Isaiah, and LA. And Adrian & Rhone, as far as I know, is a no-show so far. I do know Adrian though, so hopefully that gives me some brownie points! Now we’re gonna go on a tribe call and if there’s anything I know about myself, I’m both awkward and quiet on large calls so… hopefully I leave a decent impression.

So the tribe call just ended with the understanding that a second one would start, and guess what didn’t happen? It does feel a smidgen shady so hopefully there isn’t some chat without me already made because THAT would suck. After the call, though, Jake comes to me all desperate asking “We’re good right? I won’t vote you.” Dang, this guy moves quick. He asks me what I want to do and when I say wait it out for a little bit, he says “Good plan, low key wanna help the tribe.” Mate, simmer down, no need to jump on the gameplay horse so quick. I feel like he has some bad connection with someone, but I’m just not quite sure who that’d be. I know nothing about Tumblr connections, sadly. I trust Jordan right now - not too much, of course, I’ve heard how good he is at this stuff - but I’ll give him a little info and hope he reciprocates. I just wanna live until I reach a point where I can go full India mode and explode onto the scene. We’ll have to see if I can suffer through this tribe, first… I’ll just suffer well.

GUESS WHO WON IMMUNITY PEEPS ANYWAYS so since im at least surviving 1 tribal i have time to build relationships with these people, i've been talking to amanda and she's cool, and atm im on call with jacob/toph/peyton and im waiting for someone to add me to an alliance because im so talented

Everything seems pretty tame but since there is a tribal coming up, that scares me. I like Madison, Taylor, Sultana, Toph, Jacob, and Nick as of now. I'm going to watch the videos right now to see where people's heads are at right now. If I can do that, I'll be able to get a better read on everyone. Hopefully, that will help me with figuring out who to vote out. I'll pray for the best while reading Animal Farm.

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CONFESSIONAL: This is my first time in tumblr survivor history that I will be present at the premiere of the season. Pretty fucking excited. I'm like a survivor noob when it comes to the premiere. I've always been gone during it so this is my first premiere ever! I am hoping my 2nd and 1st place finishes don't put a early target on my back. I just need to make sure the tribe views me as an asset as opposed to a threat CONFESS: i think my status will help me. it says something about depression i think people will like that and that should be a convo starter

so me being the little bean that i am decided to have everyone join the call and now im an alliance called the "core fore" i mean like its me Payton, madison, and Jacob! okay that was just some basic ass info. here's my thoughts on everyone else! Amanda sledge: the only person i will trust in this game. she played an idol on me in Azores and if that isn't trust i don't know what else is. Payton: he seems ok, i mean he kinda seems Plainer then Rasin Bran but i mean her has a goat farm and litty. Madison: she seems woke and i would like to work with her given her immunity win and letting everything happen with this alliance already taylor: i mean he seems ok. But like he just got on call so ill keep you posted on him. Sultana: a woke ass queen! i really wanna work with her she seems super funny and chill and like a queen of everything she dose like harassing her mom for food! i would love to work with her will she wants too as well! the others: they have said nothing so like ima try and get one of them out now or payton. dfjbndofb Ok so currently i'm in about 2 alliances! Amanda, nick and myself are in one alliance. meanwhile i'm in an alliance with Jacob, Payton, and Madison together so like i have no idea if this is good or not because i don't wanna be caught so i feel like i need to tell Amanda so she dose not get mad and i can work with her! I really have no clue on what is going to happen. I don't want to trust anyone yet because tomorrow we will see were the lines will be drawn. I am like 50% that someone inactive will be voted off. but not if i have anything to say about that! I want payton out because i feel like he is dry and kinda basic. after all i will try and be the villain of the season oops! i honestly really like Petra though and think shes very chill and interesting. lets hope she feels the same way. i'm hoping i can just stay calm for now and then go and cry about it latter. i honestly am very hungry right now though like i ugh. Ok that is besides the point. But i feel like i need to bring my paranoid level up to like a ten because i can't trust none of these bitches or i'm gonna be scared as hell. my ears are open to everything and i have a google docs open and im ready to kill some people.

So at the beginning of the game, me and Amanda talked alot and decided to team up. Then Amanda was good friends with Toph. So then we formed a three person alliance. While we were on call, me Amanda, Toph and Suitana formed an alliance. The twist was announced that both tribes will be going to tribal. I really hope I am not first out but I got a solid 4 person alliance called the Wig Snatchers with them.

I feel like I'm the least extra person here and some of them I think don't like that I'm not super extra

ok idk who 2 vot cuz im just a woke ass bitch and like i havent come across anyone that im rly annoyed with xcept payt TBH hes just awkward and like totally denies my humor via not laughing and everyones talking about this person called jenna they had tea drama with or smth so im like O _ O

I love being on tribe calls because late at night is when alliances are made! I'm currently in an alliance with Petra, Nick, and Toph (Seamus too). We don't have the majority yet, but I like Jacob and Madison. I hope they will vote Jenna with us. I heard nothing but bad things about her from Toph and she seemed cool, but I think right now it's our best option to get her out since she has no wifi at the moment.

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Hey everyone, first confessional. I have not played in one of these games in a very long time so I feel very rusty. Anyway, this double tribal twist could really mess up my game but I can't worry about that at the moment. My plan is watch my tribemates videos and try to find common ground. I know Poteet is really embarrassed about going out premerge, and I went premerge too so we can talk about that. I need to take it one step at a time.

I have gained the trust of a good amount of the tribe, and they all are just kinda doing what I say, so i feel like i have some power suddenly. Not saying I'm on the path the a villain but we'll see what happens.

i want to die

Joy, oh joy. I wake up this morning (if 11:30 AM is considered morning) with Jake being the only message to me and I think, THAT can't be a good sign. So he reiterates him wanting to work with me, yadda yadda, badda bing, and says that he values we have history. I'm pretty sure our history is just like one or two Skype minis so unless I'm forgetting something, ripperoni. He also tells me he's "heard a few names floating around" but when I asked him who it was, no response. Go figure. Luckily, Chris Stoner messages me and tells me that as of now Jake is the vote (I'm assuming from the mind of Jordan Pines) so at least I have some solace there. I don't think I'll be going at the end of the day, but there's still the very real fear that my head's on the chopping block, and I don't want to be lynched tonight, nosiree.

So while my video confessional is uploading, it seems like I got Taylor's vote to get Jenna out! I'm really excited to not be the first boot, honestly. I'm sad though because she never got to send me pictures of her kittens. Maybe if I keep her she'll show me! Anyways, how's your day? My mom broke our snapchat streak and it's quite disappointing... like I came out of your vagina and you're going to treat me like this?? Oop my video confessional uploaded here it is in all its (not) glory!

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So Jake said that Rhone had suggested Issy (due to their beef from another game, pretty sure it was a wiki game I viewed lmao) or Chris to go home. I found this a little bit fishy but then again I've found most of what Jake's been doing to be fishy. However Jake seems to think it'll be Issy going which is convenient. I also hopped on a call with Jordan Pines and we traded a bit of info - I'm not going to give him EVERYTHING persay (I've been told many stories about him so best to tread lightly) but luckily he gave me some. Jake had randomly made an alliance chat with Jordan and Rhone last night without informing either of them and both distrusted it. Jordan wants to keep some sorta secret information sharing pact between the two of us and I'm game, but I need to make sure he trusts me so I still have to actually give him credible tales. I've just gotta stay on his good side for now and be the nice, honest fella on the tribe. That'll keep me afloat until the swap (which seems like it'll be an auxillary situation. How fun). I do like Isaiah and Adrian a bit and I wouldn't mind working with those two, it'd be nice to get something rolling along with em. We'll have to see, though, because I'm not sure how social Adrian's been so far. As of now, our first boot should be Jake. Let's just hope we can stay strong and not lose to those meddlesome newbies.

I'm not going to lie... I'm a bit nervous. A tribal shouldn't be going this smoothly unless there's something going on in the background. Dear god, let this work out. I will write more after tribal is over, I'm just too nervous right now.

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