#im nitpicking i know shut up

[jacqcrisis]

'Am I writing Astarion with too much emotion regarding the sun/daytime?'

Nope.

[spider-man-2o99]

this idea that some ppl seem 2 have of miguel being an insanely jealous/possessive person is so funny 2 me because i just cannot even fathom where it came from in the slightest, lol, like... one of his Whole Things is respecting individual autonomy, y/k-? nevermind he also just. canonically doesn't fucking act that way,.,. yeah, obviously people can draw different wrong conclusions from the source material but, like, that Does Require at least skimmin' the source material... .

[cimicherrychanga]

SO fucked up that when u study languages they also make u study architecture history and ant biology and economy and european politics hierarchy so by the end of the semester i still cant tie a proper sentence in any language but sure i can differentiate the neo gothic style from rococo or tell you what a bull market is

[slocumjoe]

danse's romance route has some potholes

so, this post woke me from my slumber, have a ramble

This has always been a weird point for me, but I never got around to really figuring out what it was exactly until just now. I think all of the romantic candidates have out-of-place flirting, at least here and there, but Danse consistently has dialogue options to flirt with him at exactly the wrong fuckin time. The odd thing about Danse is that, most of the time, the normal Good/Yes answer is more romantic or sincerely affectionate than the flirt.

So, the Flirts.

The only Flirt that works is when he talks about his fear of losing people, and Sole says, "I care too much about you to do that to you." It's the first Flirt, and he responds by saying you've given him "something to think about." I've gone on about how Danse has never truly felt cared for. Sole's voice acting also sells this Flirt by being somewhat timid, unsure of saying this, but wanting him to know.

Danse's talks go Kreig > Cutler > Haylen > Help Im A Robot. The first time you can flirt with him is in the Cutler chat, where the "I care about you" line comes up. It's not out of left field from the conversation. It's affectionate, it doesn't overstep, but it pushes the line and makes Danse consider "oh shit, there's a lil something something going on here."

The "Would you hold me?" line is much less subtle.

Danse talks about how he doubts himself after Cambridge and Sole's reference to him hugging Haylen makes it seem like they've just been waiting for him to shut up to use that line on him. It's out of place, it circles back to a topic we've moved on from, and it's so overt it sucker-punches everyone involved, including the player. It's blunt.

The other options of "I'm here whenever you need me" or "I'm glad you feel better" are less flirtatious, but they imply more direct concern and care for Danse. Both lines are about Danse, and Sole being there for him. The actual Flirt is what Danse can do for Sole. This is such a weird nitpick, I know, but it comes off not as romantic, but more like Sole is trying to hook up with him. That would work with someone like Hancock, or maybe Piper, but Danse's romance involves more subtlety and slow-burn elements. It's too forward.

So, in his final talk...

It's literally "Kitten I'll be honest, Daddy's about to kill himself" "haha no don't kill yourself you're soooo sexy"

It comes right after he's having a lot of emotions about his reason for living. This is not the time to put the responsibility of a relationship on someone. Again, this is a flaw of the 4 Affinity Talks system. If you're just going for a platonic relationship with Danse, his talks work great, but his character arc is unfinished anyway. They have to shoehorn romance in there, and it doesn't have the room to develop naturally. It's why Sole has to explicitly say "Would you hold me ;>".

The strangest part is that his neutral/Friendly dialogue options are more affectionate and relationship-building. Again, the other options in the Haylen talk comfort Danse and reassure him.

Honestly, I think the best option, for all romancable companions, is within arms reach. You know how, if you don't romance someone, they'll bring up their last talk again and give you a barn door of an opening to broach the subject of a relationship again? Just. Do that/ It's literally what I did when I romanced Danse; don't romance him as soon as possible. Let it marinate.

The second chance to romance him goes the exact same way, eyebrows to space and all. It just takes place after Danse confesses how close he feels to you and trusts you and not RIGHT AFTER BLIND BETRAYAL.

It's easy to fix the pacing just by not going for the smooch ASAP, but the flirting is awkward. It's worth noting that the line before the Haylen flirt "It's comforting to know that I can speak to you as more than just your commanding officer" has it's own Flirting tag on it. Danse flirts with Sole here, canonically.

A cheap and easy rewrite is Sole echoing the sentiment with something like, "It's comforting to know that you're more than my commanding officer." This leaves room for interpretation. What else is Danse? Sole has an idea, but leaves Danse to wonder about it. It also confirms to Danse "yes, we have a personal bond and this isn't just a work thing."

I think the core of Danse's romance is this dude realizing that he's loved and cared for, truly. Cait has a similar arc, but hers has different complications and contexts than Danse. Danse needs a slow-burn romance full of soft moments and instances of Sole reminding him of his own humanity, even long before the synth thing.

It's worth noting that the "i care too much about you" line is still kinda overshadowed by the "But I wanna be a mutant" joke. That joke makes him laugh, he jokes back without missing a beat, and it's a cute little bonding moment between him and Sole. Romance isn't just overt flirting, it's the little things that make you think the other person is special. How many people do you think can make Danse laugh? Especially about becoming a Super Mutant, right after being told about Cutler? Danse thinks Sole is funny. He thinks it's a cute little joke. He's charmed.

Then Sole sucker-punches him with an explicit ask of physical contact and emotional exploration and the moment is lost. For the Halyen talk, you could have an option where Sole asks, teasingly, if this is going on the report, and Danse laughs and contemplates what Maxson would think. Maybe he even comments about how rumors spread on the Prydwen, implying that he knows there is something between you two for people to gossip about. This would later tie in to The Reveal, where Maxson says the same thing.

[lilg05]

Im sorry

Pov: paige and you get into a fight

Warnings: angst swearing

Today has been quite literally one of the most exhausting days you’ve had in a while you were stressed out the max and your anxiety was at an all time high. All you wanted to do was go home and see your beautiful girlfriend.

My love

Hi baby

Hi paigey

I have some bad news

Coach scheduled a last

minute practice

Oh okay i’ll see you

when your done love

you

This was your breaking point you walked to your car and sat there trying not to cry for a good 10 minutes before you drove home. By the time you got home paige’s practice was just now starting so you knew you had 2 hours to decompress. You took a shower put on some clothes and started watching a movie but still you were still really emotional. You heard the door open and shut harshly then a huff of aggression the sound of shoes and a pair of keys being thrown around.

“Paige is that you?”

“Who else would it be?” she asked sourly.

“I don’t know i was just making sure” you mumbled “how was practice?”

“it was fine”

“what’s wrong”

“Damn why do you ask so many questions.” paige asked.

That shit you right up tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I’m s-“

“I swear to go if you say i’m sorry y/n you need to learn how to stick up for yourself”

Paige was just nitpicking at you since she got home. Your emotional state wasn’t making it any better. Tears were rolling down your face now, paige taking a notice of it.

“Why are you crying?” she’s asked rudely.

“Oh i don’t know maybe because my girlfriend has been nothing but a dick since she’s gotten home”

“oh really i’ve been a dick says the one who’s mad at me over something i can’t control!”

“What the hell are you talking about not once did i say i was mad at you?”

“You’re texts say otherwise “oh okay i’ll see you when you’re done love you” sounds super friendly and not like your mad at me at all!”

“Paige i have had a shit ass day okay and you yelling at me isn’t gonna make it better” you sigh “i’m sorry that you had a rough practice but don’t take it out on me.”

“Oh so you think i haven’t had a rough day”

“oh my god i never said that either” you huff “stop putting word in my mouth”

“wow looks like someone grew a backbone” she mumbles “finally i won’t have to stick up for your ass”

“Paige madison bueckers”

“What, what did i do this time you know i should have went to aubrey’s if i knew my girlfriend was gonna be a bitch.”

That was it paige calling you a bitch plus everything else added was your last straw you just broke down crying.

“god paige i can handle you being rude about me not being able to stick up for myself but that shit hurt” you sob

Paige didn’t notice the word that were coming out of here mouth until she said them.

“maybe we should take a break then”

“w-what”

“i’m gonna go stay at aubrey’s” she mumbles

“no paigey please don’t please don’t leave me” you hug yourself and sob as she packs a bag.

“i’m sorry” paige said as she left leaving you on the floor sobbing

Sorry if this is bad lmk if i should do a part 2

[activesplooger]

ouuu Adam x insecure chubby reader (fluff)? If not it’s okay <33

your favorite 🫐

as u wish!!

𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓮-𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓫𝓫𝔂!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 (𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯)

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: SORRY THIS IS A MONTH LATE.... RIP TO THE OTHER ANON WHO HAD A REQUEST IM SO SORRY IM WORKING ON IT. ANYWAY I HOPE U LIKE IT 🫐

𝓒𝓦: Bad body image, poor diet habits, fluff, suggestive

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,175

Your eyes stay fixed on the numbers beside your feet. Fuck. How were you not losing weight? You had tried every diet there was to offer - keto, Atkins, juice cleanses, etc - it just didn't seem to work. Stepping off the scale, you brace yourself to look in the mirror. Looking back at you is the familiar sight you hate to see. Pesky, loathsome thoughts flood your brain: Your stomach isn't flat enough. There's no space between your thighs. Your arms and wrists aren't small and petite like most girls.

All you can do is nitpick your reflection, wishing you were anyone but yourself. You slowly reach out, grabbing the fat of your stomach and pulling it slightly. This piece of flesh disgusted you. You grab the skin of your abdomen, stretching and pushing it back to see what it'd look like if your stomach was flatter.

'If I was skinny, I'd be happy.' was your go-to motivation for losing weight. Being skinny would solve all your problems, it wouldn't inconvenience you and you'd finally love yourself. Right? You certainly believed it would.

Booming footsteps draw closer to you as Adam walks by. He stops in front of you and groans, "Ugh, babe. Not this shit again. Get away from that stupid fucking scale, I told you it's bullshit.". You stayed still as he came in, eyes fixated on your reflection. Adam was about to walk away before seeing that you hadn't moved, "Uh, helloooo? Are you fuckin' deaf?". His request had fallen on deaf ears once again, causing his patience to wear thin. The angel's large hand roughly grips your shoulder and turns you to face him, "Excuse me? I said-".

His words were cut short once he saw your tear-filled eyes. The once frustrated expression turned into a soft and tender one. Large, calloused hands cup your face gently, lifting your chin to look up at him, "Baby, what's wrong? Don't cry, I'm sorry...". You shake your head out of his grip and turn to walk away, hands crossing over your body instinctively to cover yourself. You didn't want him to see you like this, you were ashamed of yourself, you just wanted to hide away forever so that no one could look at unsightly body.

"Hey, hey," Adam coos as he follows behind you, "Slow down, babe. Tell me what's wrong.". He stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. "Don't touch me..." you mutter as you attempt to wriggle yourself out of his grasp. However, your attempts are fruitless. Curse his strong, colossal stature.

In fact, his grip tightens as you protest and attempt to leave, his pride a little hurt at your rejection, "Talk to me, sugartits... Don't shut me out, you know I hate that shit.". The angel's grip loosens momentarily to spin you around, his hands now resting on your hips as he looks into your eyes. You don't make eye contact as he looks at you, too ashamed to look him in the eye, "I hate my body...". Adam's face morphs into one of disbelief. One of his hands leaves your hip and curves around his ear as if he's trying to hear something, "I'm sorry, what'd you say I didn't quite get that. Speak up.". A groan escapes your lips as you raise your voice, "I hate my body.".

"One more time, please?".

"I SAID I HATE MY BODY!" you yell. Adam puts his hand down and rolls his eyes, his arms now crossed over his chest as he huffs, "Oh, never mind, I suppose I heard you correctly the first time. I guess it was some stupid bullshit.". Exhaling roughly, you try to turn and leave the room, but the angel grabs your arm and pulls you flush against his chest, "Ah ah, where do you think your going, sugartits? Nope, we're talking about this. Now tell me why you hate your absolutely rockin' bod, babe?". Your stomach flutters slightly as he compliments your body, however, shame quickly sets in again as you speak, "I'm not losing weight... I've tried everything, babe! Keto, veganism, everything! I-I even tried not eating and nothing fucking works anymore!".

As you admit that last part, you collapse onto your knees in front of him and sob, "I-I hate myself... I just want to be beautiful...". You bury your head into your hands as you cry. Adam attempts to coax you into comfort. "Beautiful, huh," He kneels beside you and speaks softly, "you are the most beautiful thing to ever grace creation. If you're not beautiful, then shit, there's really no hope for the rest of us."

A soft chuckle escapes your lips. Does he really think you're beautiful? You lift your head out from your hands and look at him, a smile immediately crossing his features, "There's that beautiful girl.".

"I'm sorry..." you mutter.

"For?-"

"For letting my insecurities get the best of me."

The angel scoffs, waving a dismissive hand at your apology, "Don't apologize. Well, actually, if you're gonna apologize for anything, you should apologize for insulting your hot ass body.". You roll your eyes playfully and hit his arm, "Adam, I'm serious!". "I'm serious too, sugartits," he gestures to your curves, "you think I'd want to pass up those gorgeous curves of yours? Hell no, fuck that!".

"You saying you're only with me for my body?" you tease, putting up a faux-offended tone. Adam shrugs, "Maybe. That's why I'm always trying to jump your bones~". He's immediately met with a swift hit to the arm as you playfully scold him, "Pftt! Shut up!". Adam laughs with you and pulls you against him, bringing you onto his lap, and you continue to hit him, "Babe, your hits don't do anything. That shit feels like wind blowing against my bicep.". You stop your teasing hits and lean into his embrace.

His large hands reach up and gently stroke your hair as you bury your face into his chest, "But, seriously, you're drop-dead gorgeous. I love your body, no matter what you weigh, and I hope you learn to love it to - It's seriously sexy babe.".

A content sigh escapes your lips at his reassuring words, "Thanks, I'll work on it...". "Good" he replies, "now what was that about not eating?". "Ah shit.." you mutter. In a swift motion, he sits you both up and slings you over your shoulder, eliciting a surprised yelp from you, "Adam?! What the fuck?!".

"I'm taking you out to dinner, babe. No more of this fuckin' starvation bullcrap. You don't deserve that, now shut the fuck up and let me take care of you.". You don't protest, in fact, you love that he cares enough for you to insist on feeding you.

Adam takes you out to your favorite fast food place and practically orders you the whole menu, making sure you eat until you are 100% full. He then adds onto your pleasure by eating you out in the car, saving the best meal for himself.

The end <3

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this was fun! I HOPE U LIKE IT IM SORRY THIS REPLY LATE AS FUCKKKK... i may or may not have an announcement later so stay tuned for that!! (hint hint: 🎃😈)

so i like to do recommendations for fics when theres a request so i recommend tumblr user sniigura for adam fics they r fr so good its CRAZY JNFCOWJNFKW. check them out they write for adam very well!!

[leefi]

The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 1: Chapters 1-14

Part 1: 1-14 | Part 2: 14-22 | Part 3: 22-34 | Part 4: 34-64 | Part 5: 64-80 | Part 6: 81-90 | Part 7: 90-100 | Part 8: 100-127 (caught up here)

Hi!!!! I've been reading through this webnovel after seeing @ot3's pitch for it and started writing down some thoughts on the characters and worldbuilding and imminent murdering. This story is very, very long and I only reacted up to about chapter 33, so most of my thoughts will involve the worldbuilding and less the murder mystery aspect -- so if you're looking for theorizing you won't find much of that here. Since I'll be continuing eventually, I wanted to post what I did make note of to revisit later!

Most of these are not marked by chapter/section because I was lazy and I'm not sure how easy it will be to follow as a result, but everything is chronological.

everyone here is hijabi mashallah

The visual I'm getting of the solar system/local system/dimension they inhabit is kind of a blend of steampunk and fantasy and uhh some secret third thing. With the walls of their "universe" painted in that puella dollhouse witch lair style. Does the sun bounce around like a screensaver. Does it orbit their earth or is it on a fixed axis flung out into “space”? Does “space” even exist anymore? I’m assuming they’re in an enclosed area that they've created. Do they actively use arcane resources to keep objects (ie star and planets) sustaining themselves, or have they made them self sufficient?

everyone is so mean to Ptolema leave her alone what the fuckk let a bimbo live i want to kill you all you’re so annoying. Ptolema I WOULD be your friend and not ask all these weird ass questions. and we would hold hands and skip and giggle

Yes shes an airhead nepo baby but you guys could try doing anything other than snickering and rolling your eyes whenever she says stupid shit. If she starts arguing back about government war crimes during the Revolution or something then you have my blessing to beat her ass!

I HATE kamsurepa i HATE her i HAYE Her and her stupid ass name

Ran and Su have no chemistry its insane that theyre always hanging out every conversation is like uhhh (awkward silence) (rude comment from Ran) *Su voice* wow she gets me so well. every time they talk im like what the fuck just happened.

Su’s internal narration is too self aware for me. it’s like she talks like she knows she’s a character? or something. it's self-deprecating in a very bizarre way

im sorry i don’t know if i can continue with this. i know too many med students irl and these characters are literally pissing me off. compliments to the author for realism you knocked it out of the park

Oh, thank you very much!" Kam said, reverting back to her smiley-diplomatic form for a moment before stepping away from the counter and continuing as she handed us the cards. "...as far as it seems to me, the desire to reproduce is essentially an immature form of pursuing life-extension - this idea that you'll 'live on through your children' that's patently pseudo-mysticism justifying what is ultimately an animal instinct." ⬇️ I’m going to grab her ginger head and swing her around like bowser in mario 64. SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP please tell me shes the one that dies

You know," I mused idly, my eyes wandering. "I think this is actually the fourth glass ceiling I've seen today." "Mm, it's true that you don't see a lot of women working in Aetheromancy," ⬇️ I know this is a small nitpick but aren’t we really far into the future why do they keep using terms like this 😭 gendered stuff like this still exists billions? trillions? of years into the future?

Why has the disco elysium skill tree randomly started talking to su. Is this her future self nagging her. Is she pulling a han sooyoung. when do we get to the various utsushikome ego deaths

"prosognostic overlap"…do ppl repeat faces? Are most people cloned at this point? What triggered the need for cloning surely medicine is advanced enough that childbirth or test tube babies are feasible? Can bodies be cloned and reinhabited to inhibit aging? Is there some disturbing psychological element to seeing someone with the same face as you? Does it make your brain short circuit? Kam mentioned having children earlier which I assume means people still give birth or have test tube babies, so i don’t know if it’s the result of cloning…but it does sound like a sameface sort of thing. What else would it be if not that though?

Actually, if they’ve figured out teleportation (whatever it was called when they went up the aetherbridge) - let's say they can atomize a body and reforming it elsewhere (though we don't know for sure yet, could also be a fold in spacetime) - transferring consciousness to an empty clone of yourself (and therefore effectively doing away with aging or death wholesale) sounds a lot more efficient and technologically practical than maintaining an organic system that naturally decays. Why keep on finding ways to push the human body past its limits when you could simply transfer a person to a new, identical vessel?

I feel like the key to immortality isn’t maintaining an organic body, which naturally tends towards systems of entropy (being a biological thing, entropy=decay), but rather delineating and separating human consciousness from its host and replicating its original environment perfectly. I’m not talking about making a copy of consciousness, which is just glorified cloning - I’m talking about *transferring* a consciousness.

You could almost call dementia itself the mind's tendency towards its own kind of entropy?

Though if you transfer a consciousness to a younger body, the dementia issue could still potentially remain. Depends on if it the author sees it as a solely physical phenomena (atrophy/buildup of inhibitors of the brain) or there's some metaphysical anomaly about amassing too many memories/"existing" too long in general

The way spellwork is described is really cool and feels super believable. Optimizing multiple concurrent spells into one “function” is intricate and sophisticated, and you have to dedicate a lot of brainpower to doing the math in your head. It’s like they’re coding the real world. I love the way lurina describes this it's awesome.

[bionicboxes]

Other Indigo Park Observations. done in semi-real time as im playing?

a fun little detail is these cameras that follow your movement; its pretty heavily implied this is how Rambley is seeing the player.

these keychains in the Critter Corner are the only place you'll see merch of Salem (i think that is their name?) Interestingly, there aren't any keychains of Rambley left. also this is a small non-important texturing thing but Molly's uses the same texture as her cutout (I assume they all do) which causes it to have the same wear and tear on it. and the same cardboard texturing.

also ive been to a disney park so i can appreciate the format of the entrance mirroring that.

some of the boxes backstage have Indigo Park branding on them and i think thats a fun cute little detail.

also Lloyd has a bronze statue like Rambley's statue with the park owner. interesting.

no screenshot to go with this but i do think its kind of a missed opportunity that Molly doesn't stalk you in the outside 'main street' area at all. she's a bird, have her perched up on one of the buildings! an ominous silhouette, with only the light reflecting off her eyes to tell you she's there. watching. idk.

Also I gotta give the game credit for how annoyingly good they did at stopping me from Hardcore-Parkouring around in places im not supposed to.

i will also thank this game for letting me brute force the puzzle and not having any kind of 'check' for if i actually have gone through the playhouse.

I also wanna say! this game is pretty spooky! i will say i AM a little baby coward, so that helps, but i got tense going through the backstage and playhouse even though i KNOW that there's not an actual threat in either; the sound design is spooky and my brain kept wondering, 'but what if?' so thats very solid. with that said wish me luck on the ACTUAL chase lmao.

Ah. real time update. my game lagged out hard during the start of the chase and I promptly died (which was also pretty lagged out). given that and that my computer's actually starting to run a little hot, I suppose i will save that for a later time. now that the real-time stuff is over its time forrrrr:

Boxes Nitpick compilation!!

dont take this too seriously its basically just me pointing out things i think are a little weird looking but this isn't any real deep criticism of the game. a normal player wouldnt notice this stuff most of the time i only notice this stuff because im actively looking for it:

There's a few places like this where the 'tiling' is super obvious as one texture just cuts off into another one. nothing that serious but its super jarring here in my opinion. There's also a few places like this:

where the floor tiles don't align right (first image) and you can see through them. its a minor thing that really only appears in areas the player won't see unless they're looking around though. there's also a few little clipping errors (second image)

also the dirt texture here works way better than the grass texture used in the beginning area (see first screenshot in nitpick compilation) and they should probably use this instead of that. imo.

i think the trash scattered around the park doesn't really.... work? Rambley makes it apparent no one's been INSIDE the park in years, thats why there's only graffiti on the otuside, so this isn't trash from people breaking in, and from how Rambley described the shut down, it shouldn't just be... scattered lying around like this. Like i said, its nitpicky, but I just don't think this works.

I think Indigo park should be 'clean' but falling apart. There's no real reason for trash to be scattered about in the WAY that it is. papers and food wrappers and drinks, yeah, sure. but the actual trashbags and boxes?? aren't doing it for me. it inherently implies that there was stuff being moved around and then it got interupted, which doesn't really align with how Rambley described the shutdown.

The Railroad ride is just surrounded by solid black texture squares that don't reflect light. I understand WHY they did this, but i think its kind of a missed opportunity to have catwalks and such visible up above. Of course, they didnt do that because this is an indie project without a big budget, so i dont fault them for that, but its something I think would've been neat nonetheless.

they could make the invisible wall that stops you from going back on the train less. Obvious. by just putting a gate here. ive been to disney a lot of rides have that you can just put a little walk through gate.

and lastly, this isnt a nitpick but there's a really tiny Lloyd cutout near the beginning of the backstage area for some reason and i dont know what to do with this knowledge. its not a keychain those are bigger.

anyway. solid lil game, fun lil atmosphere, excited to see where it goes.

[stormyoceans]

We all know that you're biggest last twilight enthusiast Monica 😄 but I'm curious it there something you would want to remove/delete/change from the trailer?👀 And is there something you would add?

SFJKSHFKSGDJKSHFKSGJDF I MEAN idk if i'd give myself that title because there are definitely other people who are just as excited as i am about the show i just.. can't shut up about it because im pretty sure the trailer alone rewired something fundamental in my brain so im making it everyone's problem ;;;;;; DOES THAT COUNT AS BEING THE BIGGEST LAST TWILIGHT ENTHUSIAST PROBABLY NOT but that's still one of the best compliments anyone could give me so THANK YOU 🥺💜

as for your question, it's such an interesting one but also very hard, because the last twilight trailer is pretty damn perfect as it is imho: it's engaging and emotional, it has the right amount of exposition, and it perfectly showcases jimmy and sea's strengths as actors

after rewatching it way too many times yesterday, though, i think the one part i would change is the scene with day's badminton partner and mork watching them in the background. part of it is because im not particularly fond of jealousy as a trope, unless it's done really well, but it's also because of the trailer structure. so, usually a trailer is formed by three different acts: the beginning, where the main characters, the setting, and the premise of the story are introduced; the middle, where some of the conflicts the characters will have to face are shown; the end, where you want to have the big climax. the last twilight trailer does follow this structure, but day's badminton partner is the only character that doesn't really get a proper introduction at the beginning, so when he appears as a possible conflict in the middle act, the scene feels a bit disconnected from everything else. i think i would have just took that out completely, or added even just a brief scene at the beginning where he and day are laughing and playing together to incorporate him better in the story

i also would have loved to see a scene where mork is being visibly affected by day. idk if i can explain what i mean, but like.. we have a lot of moments where we see day reacting to mork's flirty remarks and even from the trailer you can follow day as he slowly falls in love with mork, but for mork we mainly get this in an indirect way ("are you sure all of it is because you feel pity for him?"), so i would have liked to get an obvious oh moment for mork too

this is just nitpicking, though, and as i said before the trailer is pretty much perfect and one of the best i've ever seen!!!!

[just-some-random-blogger]

I am not he same person I was one fic ago. rip that version of me. F. Just the story telling the sequence of events the stream of consciousness the FILTH OF IT ALL [FROTHING IN THE MOUTH]

You realize now what he had meant, and additionally why he had wanted to nitpick at your fumbling with your rifle and the way you sometimes lose balance for the briefest moment when you tried getting on your horse: Joel wanted you to hate him. He wanted to rile you up, because he wanted to have his way with you and this was the only way to get your attention. 

HES SO VILE AND DISGUSTING [BARKING NOISES]

There’s a moment where he just has you panting into the room, but then he reaches up to grip your jaw with the same hand, smearing your wetness along your cheek as he holds you in place.

HES SO DISGUSTING JSHSHSHEBHEJE 🤢🤢���😭😭 [WHITE NOISE]

“Christ,” his southern twang is thicker than normally when he has you like this, “I can see how much you want it. Stop pretending you ever wanted to refuse.”

“Is what I should do,” he finishes your sentence, tightening his grip on your jaw and pushing the softness of your cheeks inwards. You try to avoid biting down on the soft flesh despite how hard it is with Joel’s strong hand holding you like this. He continues, “Fuck you stupid, so ya wouldn’t have such a smart lil’ mouth around me and the others guys. I don’t think you know how many of them want to shove a cock down your throat to shut you up for just five fucking minutes. Bet you gobble down dick like a pro with how much you love using your mouth to make my day hell.”

He turns his wrist to shove his slick fingers into your mouth before you can retort as if to test out his theory before giving you the real deal. You suck them filthily into your mouth, tasting yourself on them whilst holding his gaze. As if to say something snarky, you narrow your eyes at him and scrape your front teeth slightly along his digits as he pushes down on your tongue. He retreats his hand with a growl, dragging a string of saliva from your mouth that drips down to your chin. He wipes his fingers clean on your shirt.

HES SICK AND SHE BIT HIM DESERVE IM SCREAMMMNNNVVVG

“Look at you with your hair up already,” he notes, praising almost absentmindedly, “It’s like you knew.”

I CANT STOP SCREAMING

“What are you doing?” He asks impatiently then presses against your shoulder with his free hand, pushing you into the wall to make it impossible for you to escape. You whine up at him with panicked eyes as he pushes his hips forward, sliding right back down your throat again. He chuckles darkly, “Try fighting it, sweetheart, no one’s gonna hear you cry with my dick in your mouth.”

“That’s what I thought,” there’s a tug at your ponytail and suddenly, your nose is buried in Joel’s happy trail, “Now relax your pretty throat, whilst I fuck your smart mouth. Remember to swallow too.”

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 MENTALLY ILLLLL AND NEVER FUCKING RECOVERING

“You better not come unless it’s me making you,” he pants and you slow down your fingers before, albeit reluctantly, removing them from yourself altogether. Following orders feels like a reflex this time. Oh, you want him. Fuck him.

FUCK HIM. IM CRYINNNGNGGG

“Christ, look at you being a fucking mess,” he lets go of your hair, kneels down to look you in the face and pat your cheek, “But you know that it was something that had to be done, don’t ya? Fuckin’ hate an attitude.”

SIRRRRRRRRR SOBBBIIIINNNGGGG SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE FUCKING WALLL

“It ain’t a suggestion, sweetheart. Get up. Gotta fuck you until you’re dumber, remember? Don’t tell me it’s already happened?” 

Your underwear follows, wetness having seeped through them and causing the fabric to shine, and then his head is level with your bare cunt. He stares at your sticky inner thighs, mutters something under his breath and reaches between your legs to scoop up some of your slick from your folds. You whine.

🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 THIIIGHHHHHHHHHHSSẞSSS TOUCH MY THIGHS

“Shut up and take your top off. Lemme see those tits too,” he orders as he indulges himself, sucking his fingers clean after getting up from the floor again. You obey silently, feeling another gush from your cunt as you watch him eat your slick like candy.

“Can I have it now?” You ask quietly. 

Me as fUUCCKKK

“Fuck, maybe you’re already my favorite girl,” he moans, bending down just a little to lift you off the ground, strong hands on the back of your thighs, and wraps your legs around his body. He pushes your back into the wall, laughs a little as the back of your head knocks against it. You look at him with a dazed smile. 

WHAT IS THIS FAVORITE WHY ARE THERE OTHERS PLEASE JOEL STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD IT SHOULD JUST ME ME FUCK YOU YOUR DISGUSTING RAT MAN

“Knew you wanted it,” he pants against your skin, looks down between you to stare at your breasts whilst impaling you repeatedly, “Knew it from— Christ… that’s good — Knew it from the moment you called me that name. What was it?”

CRYYYINNNGGG SOBBINNGGG WAIILLLINNGGGG LAMMMMENNNTTINNGGG

“Fuck no,” he chuckles through a moan, gritting his teeth as he continues his torturous thrusts. By now, it just hurts because your orgasm fades so quickly and the sensation in your body becomes replaced by fear.

“Keep your mouth shut and take it,” he growls. Then his hips stutter, and he pushes his pelvis harshly into yours as he empties himself inside of your body.

SIRRRR❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓

Warmth spreads inside of your cunt, your walls welcoming every single drop of his come like some kind of biological instinct in a world so cruel. You wanted this, you know this, but you don’t want the possible consequences of it. 

There is no doubt what this is about for him. He is claiming you as his; marking you with evidence of who you belong to and fuck, even better if you end up with the ultimate mark of possession in a primal world as this; round and swollen with his kid. 

You know that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

[violent whisper]

Hate

A/N: Mean!Joel is back! Beware of dubcon.

Summary: This is PWP. Nothing else. Joel manhandles you in your home. You hate him.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dub-con, tears, ignoring you in bed, breeding kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, forced creampie, dirty talk, fingering, oral m receiving, deepthroating, degradation, finger sucking

Word count: 3.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48179338

Hate

You had promised yourself never to give in to Joel, but he has his hand in your pants with a force that has sent you dangerously close to the edge of coming in mere seconds. You had fought him, said no for less than a second, but then there were two of Joel’s thick fingers inside of your cunt, beckoning your orgasm closer by rubbing the tips of them against your g-spot whilst grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. Who could continue saying no to that?

And to think that this is happening in your own home of all places; somewhere that you’d shouted that he’d never set foot in after the way that he’d continuously humiliated you in front of your shared patrol group. Back then, he had suggested meeting up at your place after training to help you improve your skills (or lack thereof), but you had been inches away from spitting in his face at the suggestion that he had anything to teach you. 

You realize now what he had meant, and additionally why he had wanted to nitpick at your fumbling with your rifle and the way you sometimes lose balance for the briefest moment when you tried getting on your horse: Joel wanted you to hate him. He wanted to rile you up, because he wanted to have his way with you and this was the only way to get your attention. 

If only he knew that he already had it so desperately. If only he knew how much you hated yourself each time you fucked yourself open on your fingers at the thought of his rough demeanor, strong arms, rough hands and salt-and-pepper hair and beard. 

“Joel,” you say shakily, gripping at his arm as you feel yourself dance around the edge. You moan loudly, leaning your head back against the wall that he has shoved you against, “You’re making me—“

His hand is gone as fast as it had been there, brutally dragging you away from your orgasm that had been so perfectly within reach. You furrow your brow as your clit throbs, whining through a moan as you are suddenly empty, but you are clever enough to not start complaining with thoughts put into actual words. He doesn’t seem like he’d like that with the way he’s looking at you; Joel’s eyes are practically black with harsh desire, his normal brown tint that you have often found his only kind feature, completely gone. 

Oh, the irony of him being the enemy who, as the only person, also has the remedy to all the racing thoughts that flood your brain. 

There’s a moment where he just has you panting into the room, but then he reaches up to grip your jaw with the same hand, smearing your wetness along your cheek as he holds you in place. You want to look away, turn your head to the side to not let him have the satisfaction of seeing how terrified and horny you are. 

“Christ,” his southern twang is thicker than normally when he has you like this, “I can see how much you want it. Stop pretending you ever wanted to refuse.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is what I should do,” he finishes your sentence, tightening his grip on your jaw and pushing the softness of your cheeks inwards. You try to avoid biting down on the soft flesh despite how hard it is with Joel’s strong hand holding you like this. He continues, “Fuck you stupid, so ya wouldn’t have such a smart lil’ mouth around me and the others guys. I don’t think you know how many of them want to shove a cock down your throat to shut you up for just five fucking minutes. Bet you gobble down dick like a pro with how much you love using your mouth to make my day hell.”

He turns his wrist to shove his slick fingers into your mouth before you can retort as if to test out his theory before giving you the real deal. You suck them filthily into your mouth, tasting yourself on them whilst holding his gaze. As if to say something snarky, you narrow your eyes at him and scrape your front teeth slightly along his digits as he pushes down on your tongue. He retreats his hand with a growl, dragging a string of saliva from your mouth that drips down to your chin. He wipes his fingers clean on your shirt.

“Jeeesus, you’re annoying,” he bites, but somehow still shows you enough trust to put his cock in your mouth as he starts pushing down on your shoulders. You let him, if not only to have a chance to rid him of his shit attitude, slowly sinking to your knees until he has you trapped between the wall and himself.

“Look at you with your hair up already,” he notes, praising almost absentmindedly, “It’s like you knew.”

You palm him over his denim pants and earn a groan, noticing his generous size even before seeing him on full display. He is outlined so well, hard underneath the fabric that must be straining painfully and withholding any type of friction. You absentmindedly lick your lips before going to work. 

Getting his dick out isn’t a challenge because it is jutting out underneath his boxers as soon as you undo the jeans. You feel a tug in your cunt as you realize his girth and length, the outline having cheated your eyes to think that he was smaller. Your gaze follows each ridge of his veins, which you have an urge to trail with your tongue to really get to know him. 

At this point, you barely know if he will fit into your mouth or pussy, but you do know that you don’t mind being stuffed to the brim. It’s just been a while.

You pull down at his boxers to let them rest just above his knees alongside his jeans. Then you wrap your hand around the base of his length, looking up at him through your lashes and flattening your tongue. You tap the thick head against your tongue a few times before giving him a kitten lick to test out his sensitivity. 

Joel’s large hand comes to rest on top of your head whilst he inhales deeply through his nose. He doesn’t say anything besides breathing a little louder, so you find it safe to wrap your lips around him experimentally, moaning as you finally taste his skin.

Engulfing him in the heat of your mouth seems to make him shiver a little more, even more so when you start sliding down your soft lips to feel every inch until he is nudging at the back of your throat. You try relaxing your throat but he is huge, at this point barely halfway in. You gag and try sucking in a hitched breath through your nose.

“That’s it, honey, gag on it,” you hear from above you, thick fingers that you miss inside of you carding over the hair on top of your head and towards the back of your head. You whine as the fingers close around your ponytail in a fist, tightening to give the opportunity to use you like a marionette. 

Pulling back a little whilst hollowing your cheeks, you try going back to the head and swirl your tongue, not wanting to feel the squeeze of your throat around him again if it meant nausea. It works for a moment; you curl your tongue around the underside as you bob your head. 

But when you stop right before hitting the back over and over, Joel doesn’t seem too pleased with it. You look up at him, eyes wide as you are acting oblivious. 

“What are you doing?” He asks impatiently then presses against your shoulder with his free hand, pushing you into the wall to make it impossible for you to escape. You whine up at him with panicked eyes as he pushes his hips forward, sliding right back down your throat again. He chuckles darkly, “Try fighting it, sweetheart, no one’s gonna hear you cry with my dick in your mouth.”

There’s a brief thought of biting down but then Joel continues, “You want this though, don’t you? No one makes such a desperate display of hate in front of others without it being about something else. You just wanted cock. Go on, and then I might make your cunt weep and spasm after.”

You gargle pathetically in return. Yes, yes, you want that so much, clit throbbing painfully between your legs as you were neglected by him right before your orgasm. 

“That’s what I thought,” there’s a tug at your ponytail and suddenly, your nose is buried in Joel’s happy trail, “Now relax your pretty throat, whilst I fuck your smart mouth. Remember to swallow too.”

You curse yourself as you try to force spit down just as he says it, swallowing thickly around his cock to which he responds by letting out a whew and wrapping your hair around his fist to gain more control. It makes tears sting at the corners of your eyes, threatening to drip down and slide over your cheeks and, worst case scenario, into your mouth.

He thrusts once then twice, setting up a rhythm, and you can taste the salt of his precome. It’s brutal. You relax your throat as best you can like he has ordered, but deep-throating has never been a well-developed skill of yours, and when it happens you appreciate that you can control it. This isn’t the case with Joel; right now, he isn’t even letting you breathe as he shoves his cock down your throat by bucking his hips and yanking hard on your hair to meet in the middle. 

You want to fall onto the floor after that, completely exhausted from the rough handling of your mouth, but instead of trying to fight it, you reach with one hand to steady yourself by holding his thigh whilst the other reaches down to rub your clit. You sob with relief, spilling actual tears now as you feel the first stirring of an orgasm while he fucks your face. 

“You better not come unless it’s me making you,” he pants and you slow down your fingers before, albeit reluctantly, removing them from yourself altogether. Following orders feels like a reflex this time. Oh, you want him. Fuck him.

“Such a good girl, you could become my favorite” he wipes the tears from your eyes almost affectionately, but doesn’t remove his cock from your mouth just yet. Only when you are close to collapsing, your entire body pleading for you to take in a proper breath through your mouth, he relents. 

You cough as soon as your aching jaw and throat is relieved of the pressure, heaving in several breaths that burn in your lungs and make your nose run. Joel’s cock is still in front of your face, slick with your spit, but he makes no movement to force you to suck him again.

“Christ, look at you being a fucking mess,” he lets go of your hair, kneels down to look you in the face and pat your cheek, “But you know that it was something that had to be done, don’t ya? Fuckin’ hate an attitude.”

“Yes,” you croak. It hurts to speak.

“Good girl. Now get up.”

“What?” You look a little shocked.

“It ain’t a suggestion, sweetheart. Get up. Gotta fuck you until you’re dumber, remember? Don’t tell me it’s already happened?” 

You scowl. He smirks.

With much effort, you slowly get back onto your feet but not without feeling utter shame as you feel Joel’s impatient eyes roll as he watches. Your body aches for a break, but anything’s worth his promise of putting his cock inside of you.

When you’re finally standing on two legs, Joel tuts whilst he pulls at your already undone jeans. He shoves them down your legs, not afraid to crouch down into such a pose of submission in front of you as he does it, because you know he is in charge. He orders you to step out of your jeans one foot after the other. 

Your underwear follows, wetness having seeped through them and causing the fabric to shine, and then his head is level with your bare cunt. He stares at your sticky inner thighs, mutters something under his breath and reaches between your legs to scoop up some of your slick from your folds. You whine.

“Shut up and take your top off. Lemme see those tits too,” he orders as he indulges himself, sucking his fingers clean after getting up from the floor again. You obey silently, feeling another gush from your cunt as you watch him eat your slick like candy.

“Can I have it now?” You ask quietly. 

“So polite.”

“Please,” you add.

“Fuck, maybe you’re already my favorite girl,” he moans, bending down just a little to lift you off the ground, strong hands on the back of your thighs, and wraps your legs around his body. He pushes your back into the wall, laughs a little as the back of your head knocks against it. You look at him with a dazed smile. 

When he enters you, you gasp in unison. He takes up every little bit of space inside your cunt, nudging at your cervix and stretching you to the point where it burns sweetly between your legs. You dig your heels into the small of his back, angling yourself slightly to keep him from missing that little sensitive spot inside of you, resting comfortably against it until he feels ready to abuse it.

“You’re so big,” you reply and clench around him, fluttering from need mixed with the lack of movement, “Please, Joel.”

“I barely fit,” he groans.

“Joel,” you say again, a little more impatiently, and it earns you a painful thrust. Your mouth hangs open in a silent shout, your toes curling and your eyes falling shut. 

Joel starts to fuck you roughly, slamming his hips up into you over and over again. His face is contorted by concentration, beads of sweat forming around his temples as he pistons his cock in and out of your weeping pussy. 

You tremble in his arms, feel the pain of the wall behind you being pressed into the bones of your hips and your back, but the sensation of the fat head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot has you forgetting about any discomfort. It cancels out everything so beautifully. 

You’ve forgotten how to moan, maybe even your name too. The only noises leaving you are whimpers or whines that make you closer to a wounded animal than a fully-fledged human. You take whatever he can give you, throw your head back and feel him latch onto your neck.

“Fuck me, oh— shit, Joel,” you cry, voice still sore and tired from the way he has used your mouth. The sound has an effect; Joel’s movements aren’t as controlled and consistent as just a moment before. 

“Knew you wanted it,” he pants against your skin, looks down between you to stare at your breasts whilst impaling you repeatedly, “Knew it from— Christ… that’s good — Knew it from the moment you called me that name. What was it?”

“A fucking asshole,” you interrupt before he can answer his own question. Joel laughs quietly, falters just briefly. You can feel him twitching inside of your cunt; he must be close.

“Pull out,” you say breathlessly at a particularly sharp thrust to your g-spot which makes you shudder. The words are completely ignored by him. You repeat them a little louder, but it seems that he is willfully ignoring you, and it makes you panic slightly.

Joel groans as you start thrashing in his arms, clenching involuntarily around his length as you try to get away from him. 

“Pull out. Joel,” you order but there’s hardly anything dominant about you.

“Fuck no,” he chuckles through a moan, gritting his teeth as he continues his torturous thrusts. By now, it just hurts because your orgasm fades so quickly and the sensation in your body becomes replaced by fear.

Oh. 

This position had been chosen wisely by him. You are trapped between him and the wall just like before, and this time, he holds you in place so roughly that it hurts to try and fight him. You want to stretch your legs to feel the safety of the ground in your home beneath your feet, but Joel seems determined to ruin your safest space. 

“No, please, please pull out, Joel,” you whimper to no avail, clawing at his back. His hands are rough on your thighs, nails digging brutishly into the soft flesh of your plump legs. He has you exactly where he wants you.

“Keep your mouth shut and take it,” he growls. Then his hips stutter, and he pushes his pelvis harshly into yours as he empties himself inside of your body.

It feels dirty. You feel dirty. 

Warmth spreads inside of your cunt, your walls welcoming every single drop of his come like some kind of biological instinct in a world so cruel. You wanted this, you know this, but you don’t want the possible consequences of it. 

There is no doubt what this is about for him. He is claiming you as his; marking you with evidence of who you belong to and fuck, even better if you end up with the ultimate mark of possession in a primal world as this; round and swollen with his kid. 

Joel pulls out and carefully puts you down onto the floor after a moment. He grunts as he tucks away his spent dick, steps back and lets you slide down the wall when your legs give out. 

The lights above you seem brighter. You feel sticky and warm, but still unsatisfied from not having reached your own high as the situation seconds earlier brutally ripped you from coming apart. You have seed dripping out of you onto the floor, and Joel doesn’t spare you a glance. 

Instead, you just suddenly hear your front door. 

You’re alone, and you hate him. You hate him so much that you can’t stop thinking about him, furiously rubbing your clit until you gasp quietly into the empty room and pushing the remainder of his come out as your cunt contracts into pleasure. 

He needs to come back. Just once. Just to feel this again, but by the doing of his fingers or his hands, maybe even his cock. 

You know that he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

[higheldertala]

the star beast commentary

a bit of a mixed bag! some bits i liked, some bits i didn’t! but i wouldn’t be a dw fan if i wasn’t complaining so let’s go ✌️

the opening is awful!!! omg this is so bad. the directly talking to camera for exposition is 😖😖😖 cringe…

and the full shot of david tennant just standing on a green screen to the left of screen 😭😭😭 what is going on??

they could have just done a flashback montage? surely it would have been better than this?? idk i don’t care about new viewers what can i say

‘once upon a time lord’… cringe 😖 shut up

also this is all so pointless because fourteen literally repeats all of this exposition to shirley later!!!

title sequence! they are okay. maybe slightly overdone on the animation, i don’t know if the logo fits in well with it? will it grow on me? idk

the rtd1 era title sequence is still the elite one for me.

camden market! been there 😉

i feel like the doctor runs a very long way to help what would be a stranger with some boxes, i think the bumped into person gag would work fine (sorry this really nitpicking isn’t it)

the ‘what what what’ gag doesn’t get any funnier the more you do it russell 😭

‘never trust a man with a goatee’ the master brainrot in me says this is a reference to delgado!master

‘woman in the shop’, ‘man in the post office’ it’s all the master, i’ve connected the dots 😏

‘you can wear a suit that tight up to the age of 35 and no further’ 😂😂 russell you are so unserious

‘grand master/ mistress‘ more master reference 👀👀👀

also great to see we’re still making jokes about the doctor’s gender, im so glad we carried that on from the previous era(!) shut up boomers!!

the legacy of nerys 😂

living in london must be a nightmare if you live mortgage free and still can’t afford to live 😭 cost of livves crisis indeed

the deadnaming of rose was awful and really just unnecessary. like we didn’t need to know that knowledge at all

i understand the sentiment of wanting to show the existence of transphobia in society but idk i don’t think we need to see it in every piece of media that features a trans person (not to say this doesn’t exist, im sure there’s media out there!). i think trans people deserve to watch media where they don’t have to be reminded of the horrible discrimination they face daily. especially with shows that are escapism like doctor who

lovely to see donna being a fiercely protective and supportive mum tho

the sonic creating a screen and interface is so silly. whyyy 😭 it’s not necessary. i don’t actually mind not seeing a visual of the sonic readings the doctor sees

maybe the exposition dump of the doctor getting his old face back and the donna situation would be fine if this aired a week after potd but we’ve had this same ass conversation for the past 13 months and im so sick of hearing it

maybe this is just preference, but sometimes i feel like we treat different incarnations as different entities to an extent? i don’t know i don’t think it (regeneration) would be such a big deal to timelords themselves. but that’s my opinion, we know russell think very grandeur-ly of regeneration. i guess it doesn’t matter and i think this dialogue probably fits in as exposition for audience about the previous incarnations of the doctor so idk ignore this rambling i guess

i will say i don’t like the reducing incarnation down to a single trait. and 13 just being referred to as ‘woman doctor’ 😖😖😖 same vibes as people referring to missy as ‘woman master’ 😭

when i say i want doctor who to talk about/ explore gender… this ain’t it

sylvia slapping 14 is awful and unnecessary. the companions’ mums slapping the doctor gag still isn’t funny russell, it’s just assault.

‘space rat’ ‘ferret from mars’ ‘mad paddington’ i love donna 😂

it’s so sad to see them talk about wilf in context of bernard cribbins passing away. i thought he might have had a dedication at the end of the episode. maybe he will for the giggle if that’s the episode with his scenes in?

it’s such a boomer thing to do the whole gen z accusing ’you’re assuming x pronouns’ 🙄

the sonic creating shields. FUCK. OFF. this is silly!!!! why is sonic so fucking overpowered now it’s ridiculous!! please stop with the sonic pleaseeeeee. this is worse than 13 using it to scan everything constantly 😭

the doctor giving donna the sonic subconsciously was very cute though

‘resonating concrete’!! i love this reference very good very good

the meep running across the doorway was funny

the barrister wig is so cringe 😖 please stop i know it’s a reference to the 4th doctor but uhhhh… just no. it’s almost as bad as the sontaran chocolate joke 😖

the sonic can now teleport people as well? 😭😭😭 paiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

so glad to see everything can be solved with a wave of the sonic, nothing fucking changes there then(!)

im not sure what to think about the weapons in shirley’s wheelchair, i think it would be best to consult wheelchair users on what they think on this

donna calling him the doctor 🥹🥹🥹

a glass wall dividing the middle of the room is such a plot contrivance… what?? why on earth would this ever exist on a ship??

‘who cares about me? i do!’ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

there’s so much technobabble in this climax, uhhh it’s way too much to me, it’s overkill it really is

on first viewing i nearly cried at donna ‘dying’ knowing full well she lives 🥺 it’s so great to feel something again watching doctor who

14 cradling donna’s body is so heartbreaking and then him not caring if he dies 😭😭😭

i was so happy to see the meta crisis had passed onto rose, that was cool

i don’t understand the ‘binary/ non-binary’ bit, it doesn’t add anything to the explanation, just rose being donna’s child makes sense enough

‘the doctor is male and female’ i don’t get this at all, i feel like we’re adding gender to where it doesn’t need to

‘and neither and more’ i agree this sentiment more.

i would presume the boss is the toymaker, but the in-vision commentary for the episode says david doesn’t know their identity and idk if they were just joking or if this boss is someone entirely different

‘it’s a shame you’re not a woman anymore cause she’d have understood’ first of all… cringe, second god such a fundamental misunderstanding of 13’s character 😖

every reference to 13 in this episode is just to bring up that shes a woman 🙃🙃🙃

‘something a male presenting time lord will never understand’ shut! up! boomer! this is one of the cringey-est lines in the show omg. also so stupid to think the doctor has immediately forgotten their perspective of the world as 13??? literally doesn’t make sense, time lords wouldn’t see gender this way?

this make much better sense by just saying the doctor wouldn’t understand ‘as a time lord’ and not a human, i mean the resolution is still naff but this would make it slightly better by not adding this gender aspect for like no reason

the resolution of the meta crisis of ‘just letting is go’ is so stupid!!! this completely undermines the ending of journeys end!! at least the trend of undermining previous events in anniversary specials carry on(!) at least russell only doing to this to own work this time… but still

why can’t just spilting the meta crisis between two people be enough? i’d buy it.

so by ‘letting go’ donna and rose aren’t part time lord anymore?? do they still have the memories/ knowledge of the doctor?? slightly unclear

14 and donna making pouty faces at sylvia 😂

i said it before but yeah tardis interior bad 😖😖😖 why is it all white? 😭

at least 12’s interior can sleep at night knowing it’s still the goat

very cute to see david tennant doing zoomies tho

14 and donna fangirling aw ☺️

donna spilling coffee on the console was so funny 😂 honestly might be my favourite bit of the episode

booooooo disney logo at the end :/

concluding thoughts: it was good, i did enjoy it, although there was quite a lot of cringe in it for me. and i think the gender stuff was very clumsy done (even if rtd has good intentions), it really didn’t land and just didn’t add anything. seeing the doctor and donna again was very comforting, there was definitely a warm blanket of nostalgia that certainly carried the episode, i would guess the story might not appeal to me as much without them im sure. i didn’t notice the directing, so it did a good job, very glad to see that!! i liked rose, it certainly great to see a trans woman in doctor who and im so happy for that! im sure she’ll definitely be a good addition if (when) she comes back for ncuti’s run. i love donna of course! always and forever my queen, such a joy to see her! i didn’t expect anything less. the other negatives ive discussed, the sonic being wayyyyy overpowered is certainly annoying and the tardis reveal was underwhelming for me unfortunately. but im very excited to see the upcoming episodes, hopefully it will only go up from here. will be clowning myself this week that either sacha or peter will be in the next episode! 😅

have i done ratings out of 10 before? idk this would probably sit around a 7? maybe. could have been tweaked just to bump up the rating but what can i say, a massive improvement from the ch*bnall era and for that im certainly happy!

[aetheriumwar]

keep forgetting i follow [REDACTED] on here and seeing his posts abt not bullying people for their sexuality/telling them what their sexuality is, is SOOO funny considering he bullied me for mine thru my developmental years & told me what sexuality i HAD to id as........................ funny funny funny

[roominthecastle]

apicturewithasmile replied to your post: tbl S7 poster: “he told you not to trust him” no

to be fair (to their flawed logic): they also advertised seasons 4 and 5 with Daddygate-related taglines…. and see how that held up to what’s actually happening on the show

I went back to refresh my memory about the previous ones and:

S1 - Never trust a criminal... until you have to.

S2 - this might have been where they did all those cool magazine covers bc I couldn’t find one w/ a distinct tagline for the season

S3 - It’s good to be wanted.

S4 - Who’s your daddy?

S5 - Family. Business.

S6 - Two can play his game.

While I still can’t believe they went w/ it, “Who’s your daddy?” is the kind of ambiguous, inherently suggestive stuff Red and Liz’s relationship is made of.

“Family. Business.” has the dot in between that puts a clever twist on the phrase by breaking it into two, so if you wanna read DG into it, you can but, imo, it’s yet again just surface you can easily scratch off and once you do, it lands itself to a more nuanced reading that touches on the core of the show where family in general (in particular: Red’s, Liz’s) and business in general (in particular: tradecraft, criminaling) keeps intermingling in mostly disastrous ways despite genuine but doomed attempts at keeping them separate. Also, I still believe that it’s his family tragedy that made crime Red’s business, and Liz has been fighting a losing battle to keep her relationship w/ Red strictly business while also worrying that it might only be business for him, so that “Family. Business.” tagline w/ the dot is not a bad one at all, and DG only if you don’t think about it too much (which is a requirement for DG to exist in general)

I find “It’s good to be wanted” really fun and relevant to their Bonnie and Clyde period + considering how this season ends w/ Red getting crushed by a realization of just how much Liz apparently doesn’t want him in her life, it has a nice touch of irony while holding true to both characters: Red always has extra spring in his step whenever Liz shows positive interest in him and what keeps driving Liz bonkers is the recurring doubt that it’s not really her he wants.

“Two can play his game” is admittedly dodgy bc Liz cannot play on his level thanks to the “quality” writing of her character, but, at least temporarily, Red had to play w/ one arm tied behind his back and on a limited field Liz set for him, which is a nice flip of their usual arrangement where Liz is at a disadvantage, so this one really depends on how you interpret “his game”.

S1′s is great and while I can and do appreciate how “He told you not to trust him” feels like a callback to this golden era, it still goes against it bc the S1 tagline, in fact, advertises a seemingly impossible trust that forms btw these two despite logic screaming against it. This is a defining quality in their relationship: being together goes against reason and yet Red’s fierce, unwavering loyalty generates a special kind of trust despite him withholding things from Liz. That’s what trust is, it depends on the existence of uncertainty. You don’t trust sb bc you are able to verify each and every little thing about them but bc they treat you in a way that you don’t feel the need to verify things anymore. That’s where Red wants to steer this relationship. He never tells Liz not to trust him, he says the exact opposite, and he’s been unfailingly, consistently demonstrating his full commitment to her, inviting her via his actions to trust him and trust that he has her best interests at heart. This pathologically secretive master criminal has been attempting the impossible task of non-verbal trust-building w/ an FBI agent for 6 years now bc he loves her more than anything in the world. Everything works against him, including instincts that have kept him alive for 30+ years, but the heart still wants what the heart wants: the impossible. This is why this show works. This is HOW this show works. This is the hook I cannot pry out of myself.

So that’s why that dumbass line grates me: all the other taglines contain morsels of truth and function in the ambiguous spirit of the show as they lend themselves to multiple interpretations depending on your angle. This last one is just a lie.

I can’t even read this “you” as a general you bc Red doesn’t talk to us, the audience, he is not aware that he’s in a TV show (sometimes I wish he were, it would be so much fun if he had some asides for us like e.g. Fleabag). And yes, it also annoys me that it annoys me bc it’s just a poster, I’m painfully aware, and I’m aware I sound like a nitpicking dong who’s never happy about anything, but I can’t help it. Thoughtlessness chafes me in every form.

and thus concludes our latest edition of “area fan overthinks fiction again”

[earthwaters]

I also want to challenge myself to date various kinds of people too. I keep attracting the same kind of person and it’s getting tiring.

- virgin/inexperienced

- im usually their first girlfriend

- they ALWAYS have a black dog, every ex of mine has had one 😭

- very insecure/low self esteem but low key has a weird god complex

- doesn’t know how to verbally express their emotions

- always tells me that they thought I was out of their league when we first met

- the “nice” guy

- low key manipulative

- doesn’t take things as seriously as I do

- starts off as friends but moves quickly into a relationship

- says I love you on the first day/moves too quickly in the relationship

- lack of stable foundation in the beginning and their motive for being friends with me is just to become my partner and not a genuine connection in the beginning, I start to feel very untrusting and insecure in the relationship quickly.

- they choose me but I don’t choose them.

- my emotions don’t have time to develop in a slow, genuine manner in the way I’d like for it to

- the relationship starts off on rocky grounding

- they always like me first but I want to stay friends but then I feel like we have to date bc they keep pressing the issue

- initially attracted to me because I’m “nice” and “pretty” but when asked to elaborate any further than that, they cannot provide the details. It’s usually what I’m able to do for them and never vice verse

- they catch my eye cause I think they’re very attractive but we are highly incompatible and I don’t give myself enough time to know them fully

- I make excuses for their red flags

- makes me really jealous easily. I find myself getting triggered in the worst way possible and I question why I’m acting like this.

- they’re really bad at giving head

- when were intimate I always feel like I’m getting violated or I have to mentally detach to process what’s happening cause a majority of the time they’re bad at foreplay or don’t even try to get me in the mood before initiating anything sexual. they don’t wanna discuss healthy sexual needs beforehand. (I also think my ptsd and SA trauma play a big role in this too)

- sexual intimacy always feels like I’m performing. I feel like I have to put my needs to the side to make sure they feel good. it’s like I’m wearing a mask. I never feel satisfied in sexual encounters.

- my intuition tells me to end it but I don’t and when I finally have the courage to do so they either don’t let me or we actually break up and I end up in a runner/chaser push and pull dynamic with them because then I feel like I lost something with them bc I put in a lot of time and effort into something I didn’t want to do in the first place but I actually started to like them in the process (I’ve got to stop seeing pain=love, like bro omg just let it go and move on 😭)

- I nitpick every little thing they do or I find one thing I don’t like about them and it gives me the ick

- their version of conflict resolution is usually brushing things under the rug instead of addressing it right then and there and that always results in an argument because I would like to express my emotions in the heat of the moment to prevent me from holding a grudge over them but they never wanna “talk it out” they rather just dismiss it and any form of me speaking up for myself is seen as me being “difficult”.

- but then when my feelings get hurt it takes a long time for me to recover and I shut down when I don’t feel like I have a safe space to express my emotions fully so in the end nothing gets solved and they wonder why I become distant and I’m too stubborn to say it.

- im usually seen as being combative when I express my emotions. While the other person is very passive.

In conclusion,

I just attract a lot of romantic partners that aren’t compatible with me at all and it’s always the same pattern over and over 😭 I understand that it takes two and I’m apart of the problem also. I want to improve and fix these toxic cycles on my behalf. IM TRYING MY BEST. and I know that my best isn’t the best that I can be just yet. But this is a start right? I’m proud of myself for being able to identify these patterns.

I think I’m gonna start dating more casually this year so I can re-teach myself how to handle heartbreak. I can’t let everyone who leaves my life completely destroy me. it’s good to not form intense bonds with everyone im romantically involved with. I want to be able to say goodbye and be at peace with knowing that we served our purpose in each others life and now we’re free to continue our path.

[wedding-shemp]

Aw shit. I just realize that if I ever decide to drunkenly start a fight about Star Wars again the other person could very easily retaliate with "aren't you that bitch with the obnoxiously popular post about how Star Wars discourse is dumb?" And THEY'LL BE RIGHT.

[poppy-metal]

Here is just a broad concept of the my babysitters a vampire!au. The setup and dynamic im thinking of. May turn this into a series, who knows. Let me know how you feel about it!

"I'm telling you," Dustin says, completely serious. "My babysitters a vampire."

Steve shares a look with eddie, eddie just looks amused, like he might actually entertain the notion just for shits and gigs. Steve doesn't like to play pretend. "Uh huh, and I'm secretly madonna." He says, flipping through a magazine distractedly.

"Hey, now." Eddie says, holding up his hand in a 'far be it from me' gesture. "We don't presume what little stevie gets up to in his free time."

Steve rolls his eyes so hard he feels they might rock back into his skull and ping pong around. "What im saying, is the gates closed. For good, this time. That means no monsters. And it also means you, my friend-" he points to dustin "Are delusional. Didn't that new movie just come out with the beach town and kids thinking their neighbors are vampires or something?"

Eddie and Dustin look at eachother and then look at steve like he just said something absolutely horrendous. Eddie is shaking his head, wild hair moving as he does. He hops of the counter, which he'd been rudely sitting on, steve had nitpicked and nagged at him for it but Eddie had just waved him away with a ringed hand and called him 'mom' sarcastically and steve had snapped his mouth shut with another eye roll. His heavy boots slam onto the floor of the video store, and he walks over to a poster add that Robin had put up the other day.

He flicks it sharply with a finger. "This movie you mean. The one that's literally right here, glaring at you, right in your feild of vision. Big and obvious."

Steve looks at the poster. "Huh." He snaps his fingers. "The Lost Boys, that's right. See? I knew i knew it."

"Your lack of movie knowledge genuinely makes me sick, harrington."

"Anyway!" Dustin cuts in, glaring between the two men. "The movie is good, but that's not the point. My babysitter. Is. A vampire. I'm talking full blood sucker. Fangs and all. All the signs are there!"

"Wait, wait, wait." Eddie drawls, slicing his hand through the air in a X motion, coming back to hop on the counter, ignoring steves 'c'mon man.' He steeples his fingers and leans his elbows on his knees, keeping eye contact with Dustin. "What are these signs you speak of?"

Steve throws his hands up, "I can't believe you're encouraging this."

Eddie waves him off, again. "Quiet, mother, dear. I'm listening to our kids troubles. Go on, child, speak."

Dustin heaves a sigh and starts pointing out facts with his fingers, one by one. "First, she had to be invited in. Was totally weird about it, i even moved to the side and she just stood there. I was creeped out! Finally she said something like 'you gonna invite me in or what, kid?' And i did. I wasn't suspicious at that point, you see. Which brings me to instance number two."

Eddie is leaning forward, interest piqued, and Steve studiously goes back to his magazine, although he's loathe to admit his ears are perked and listening. What can he say? He's nosy. Maybe a little concerned, but that would mean he's starting to believe the kid and, no, he's not entertaining this wild idea that defiantly spurred from watching the found boys, or whatever, late one night.

"She can't eat garlic. I was willing to write this one off as an allergy, don't look at me like that steve, but it was the way she acted. I asked her to make garlic bread and she looked physically ill! Sick to her stomach in fact. This is when my little radar went off."

"Your little radar," Steve repeats dryly. Dustin and Eddie ignore him.

"Instance number three is probably the most telling one yet." Dustin pauses for dramatic affect. "She doesn't have a reflection."

Steve looks up from his magazine at this, frowning. "What do you mean, she doesn't have a reflection?"

"I mean she doesn't have a reflection!" Dustin whisper shouts back. "I walked in on her at my mothers vanity staring all creepy like into the mirror. And there was nothing reflecting back! Zilch. Nada."

The boy shudders, "She also can only babysit me at nights. Need i say more?"

"Yes" Steve says at the same time Eddie goes, "No, i think that about covers it."

They look at eachother. "Dude." Steve says, "We totally need more information before jumping to conclusions. I'll admit the mirror thing is weird, but really? A vampire in hawkins? A vampire at all?"

"You're right." Eddie allows and steve sighs in relief. Eddie taps his chin in thought, "She could also be a ghoul, of sorts, based on the information. The two are often mixed up."

The relief was short lived, it seemed. Steve blinks. "Often."

"You'd be suprised."

"I'm really not."

"Guys." Dustin interjects again, his tone chiding. "Back to the issues at hand please?"

Steve closes his magazine, "I don't see an issue."

"The issue where my mortal soul is in peril! Hello!"

Eddie pats his shoulder, "Alright, Alright. Steve and I will look into it, buddy. Your soul is completely safe."

Dustin sags in relief but steve is glaring at eddie. He'd planned on spending his weekend at home. Relaxing, for once. You know the thing he hadn't done in 4 years since this shit show started. Maybe have a drink, put on his comfy loafers and take a nap. "We're doing what now?"

He feels his relaxing weekend slip away from between his fingers and wants to weep.

Eddie just smiles, all dimples. It's jarring really, how easily a guy like eddie smiles. You take one look at him, and you think he'd be all tough as nails and steam blowing through his nose. But he's actually the sweetest guy steve's met. It's hard to stay foul mooded around him, and trust him, steve's tried.

Eddie knocks his knuckles against the counter, "We're gonna stake it out." He points at dustin, "Youuuu, carry on as usual. Invite her in, do whatever babysitties do. Steve and I will come over and say we just wanted to check on our dear old friend. We'll see for ourselves if this chick is fanged out."

Jesus christ.

Steve is rubbing at his temples when eddie sticks his hand out. Steve eyes it like its gonna bite him, frowning as much as he can frown.

"C'mon stevie," Eddie presses, "Lets go monsterhunting."

"Jesus, don't call it that." Steve gripes, but he puts his hand in eddies, lets the man shake it dramatically. "Fine. Whatever. Not like i had plans, anyway."

"We know." Eddie and dustin echo at the same time.

Meanwhile, you frown at the compact mirror in your hand, irritated by this whole no reflection business. Being a fledgling vampire is so annoying. How are you supposed to know if your makeup is okay? If your lipgloss is smudged? Your eyeliner? Its heinous. You'd think vampires, after being around for thousands of years, would have updated their terms and policies.

You guess there's relief in the fact its just dustin you're babysitting. No cute guys. Or girls. You'd given that up a month ago when you'd been bitten by your shitty ex.

No more dates, because the probability of them ending in bloodshed was high. Lust made your newfound hunger for blood that much worse. That's why you'd taken this gig. Nothing cooled the loins like annoying teenagers.

The bloodlust was still there though, steadily growing and creeping up on you as the nights passed. You could feel the empty pit in your stomach growing like a void.

You refused to go back to your maker, your ex, for help. You'd sworn him off after the whole turning you into a undead monster thing. Even though you knew, as a fledgling, you needed his help more than ever to guide you through this.

But he was a bad vampire. The kind in horror movies. The kind that would teach you how to hunt and kill innocents. You didn't want to be that. You wouldn't let Yourself.

You was just. So hungry. So very, very hungry.