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scribblesofagoonerr · 10 months ago

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— Come get yer' kid!

brace yourself folks, this is a long one!

Thank you to @alotofpockets for helping me through the writers' block with certain parts.

I was gonna just keep this as 5 parts, but I love writing choas fc so I'm just gonna continue to write it until I get bored of it, whenever that happens.

pairings: kim little x reader, leah williamson x reader, awfc x reader

summary: the flight back to london and kim still can't catch a break, much to her surprise it's not reader causing the chaos this time though.

"Aye, Kimmy. Yer kids' quiet," The ever observant Katie McCabe nudges the Scots' woman and gestures to the seated area in the airport where your all but practically glued to Alessia.

"Shes' missing Kyra," Kim glances over to see you as she makes the brief explanation to the Irish girl, knowing the truth behind the reason for your sudden withdrawn behaviour, "And shes' not my kid. I'm just babysitting until we get back to London and then shes' Leah's problem again."

Katie snorts in amusement, "Takin' it pretty hard to not have her partner in crime, ain't she? I bet Williamsons' ecstatic to have the little menace back under her wing." She jokes with your captain.

"She'll be alright as soon as we board the flight," Kims' more than observant with your lack of your usual chaotic behaviour, but somehow she still feels like she needs to be on high alert in case you decide to pull another prank.

Kim was right about one thing though, you were definitely in a sulk about missing your best friend.

After a fun filled few days down under in Aus with the overall win from playing against the All Stars team, you were all now heading back to London.

Unforunately due to the fact that International break was right around the corner, it meant that you would have to endure the flight without the older Aussie girl considering that all three Matilda's players remained in Melbourne to catch the connected flight to their camp.

It's safe to say that you do feel a bit mopey about the situation and of course its' not long before the rest of the girls start to pick up on your distant personna.

"We're goin' to be boarding the flight soon, Y/N/N," Alessia glances down at you from where you've shifted your body to lean up against hers with your head tiredly resting on her shoulder, "Is everythin' alright, kid?"

You just decide it's easier to sit with one of the girls, who wouldn't try and bother as much to get a conversation out of you and your pretty familiar with Alessia through the England side of things, so you know that shes' a safe bet to sit by.

"Mhm," You barely even have any energy to respond.

Your response peaks Alessia's further concer that there's something wrong with you because having known for you as long as she has done, the only times' you known to be this withdrawn is either when your sick, tired or just upset about something, "Are you not feelin' well?" She wonders.

"M' fine," You mumble with your head buried in her neck, you were keeping your hood over your head with the hope that everyone else will leave you alone.

"Are you sad about something?" Alessia frowns in deeper concern, trying to figure out the reason for your quietness; Yeah, you were definitely sad.

"I guess so," You murmer in response, your eyes feel hazy with the lack of sleep but that's purely down to your own fault of staying awake most of the previous night.

Damn TikTok being a bad habit, one minute your scrolling through videos and the next thing you know its' 5 am, the suns' coming up and your being woken up to head to the airport.

Whoops?

"What's goin' on?" Alessia leans forward to try and be more observant, "Are you missing Kyra?" She questions, trying to figure out what could be getting you so down.

Are you that easy to read?

"Uh huh," You mumble quietly in agreement, "I'm too tired, Lessi." You add, trying to fight the sleepiness.

Alessia chuckles slightly and pats your back with her free hand, "Thats' why you should sleep instead of being on TikTok, eh?" She jokes as you lift your head up to face her just as quick, "You made the mistake of posting one of them videos into the group chat."

"Awh shucks," You mumble in realisation; Fantastic, another reason for one of the older "responsible" girls to lecture you, ie. the blonde English skipper, otherwise known as Malfoy to you now, "I'm not in the mood for one of Malfoy's lectures."

"What?" Alessia asks, confused, "Whos' Malfoy?" She's bewildered by the name.

"Le, Malfoys' her new code name cos' of that god-awful hair cut," You explain in the state of being half asleep.

The blonde couldn't help but stifle her laughter, "I don't think she'll be too happy to hear that." She jokes.

"I'm willing to take that risk of her shouting, because its' funny at least," You mumble tiredly as you let out a yawn, "Lessi? Can I sleep on the plane? I'm so tired."

"Sure kid, you can sleep on the plane," Alessia chuckles and pats your back, "Just try and stay awake until we board the flight at least. None of us want to carry you onto the plane." She adds.

"I can't promise that," Your voice is once again muffled in the crook of the older blondes' neck as you fight the urge to stay awake, "I'm so tired, but TikToks' addictive though to give up watching it."

"I don't think I've ever seen Y/N be this quiet before," Teyah jokes as she glances over to where your sat watching a movie on your iPad while still being leant up against Alessia.

"Unless shes' asleep," Katie remarks.

"Or she's sick," Vic chimes in, remembering the time where you came to training before and were too stubborn to admit you were feeling unwell.

You were more than aware that they were talking about you, but you were much too engrossed in the current Avengers film to even care about it.

The first flight from Melbourne had been fine, you had been able to peacefully sleep practically the whole flight; Luckily enough Alessia had taken pity on your tiredness and allowed you to all but lie right on her to snooze away, also making sure that nobody else woke you up either.

The connected flight from Dubai to London was a little different and with your newfound energy, you found yourself growing bored, fidgeting in your seat and being quickly aggitated when you couldn't get comfy until Alessia suggested that you watch a film to try and distract yourself for a bit, so therefor you're now sitting beside the blonde-- more like practically leaning on her while you watch the first Avengers film.

"She's too quiet. Are we sure that shes' not secretley plotting something?" Teyah wonders, hesistantly.

Katie shrugs her shoulders, "I'm not sure."

"You know how much she loves them Avengers films," Vic all but rolls her eyes; Its' true that you were a massive Marvels' fan, you wouldn't ever deny that - You bedroom walls were covered with posters, amongst other things and any time that you needed to wind down, you'd take yourself off to your bedroom, or a quiet place where ever you were to watch a film.

The Irish girl hums and tries to observe you closely, "Ere' Y/N! What's up with yer, kid?" She shouts across the plane to you.

"Leave her be, Katie, shes' fine," Kim gives the bruntte a pointed look.

Teyah snickers, "Are you sure? Shes' actually not being a pest for once!" She makes the snide remark.

"Yeh, only cos' she doesn't have her sidekick by her side. I've never seen her look so depressed..."

You finally had enough of the constant back and forth chat about you, besides they were ruining the perfect film.

Making sure to pause the film first so you don't miss any of it, you whip your head round to face the girls, "I can hear, you know!" You shout at them.

"Now look what you've done," Cloe pipes in, shaking her head.

"Y/N," Alessia tries to divert your attention back to the film rather than arguing with the older girls.

"What? They're talkin' about me behind me back-- And they're interrupting one of the greatest films made!" You whine in protest, shooting a glare at Katie and Teyah.

Kim exhales a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose, "I knew it was too good to be true," She thinks to herself, "Y/N, just ignore them and watch the film. Katie, Teyah, you girls are old enough to know better than to wind her up!" She scolds them both.

"Y/N is the same age as Teyah," Katie reminds the Scots' women.

"Are you sure? The way she behaves sometimes says different," Emily chips in, amusedly.

"She has a point," Frida adds in.

Kim starts to rub her temples, "Just a few more hours, just a few more hours until we're off the plane," She repeats to herself. "Lets' just leave Y/N be, alright?" She tells the rest of the girls, sternly.

"Yeah," Katie and Teyah mumble in sync.

You can't help but help look Katie dead in the eye and stick your tongue out at her before you go back to watching the film.

"Y/N," Alessia chides, catching the rude face you had pulled at the Irish.

"What? I didn't do out," You protest innocently, trying to act like butter wouldn't melt.

Alessia definitely knew different as she laughed and slung her arm around your shoulder, leaving you to be so watch the film and enjoy the peace and quiet for the remainder of the flight, hopefully.

"Wha... What was that?" Kim shoots up from her seat and immediately sets her eyes' on you.

"What was what?" Cloe asks, confused.

"I just felt something hit the back of my neck-- Y/N!" Kims' straight to blame you for whatever it was that happened.

You poke your head up from your iPad to see your Captain looking less than happy, "What?" You question.

"What'd I tell you? No more pranks, or else!" Kims' still quick enough to scold you, thinking it had something to do with you.

"That weren't me, Kimmy. I've been watched the film-- Ask Alessia!" You protest, turning to look at the blonde for her to back you up.

Kim turns to look at the blonde girl, "Alessia?" She questions.

"Shes' right, Kim," Alessia nods in agreement, "Y/N has been practically glued to be the whole flight." She teases you, ruffling your hair which she knows' you all but hate when someone does that.

The Scots' women looks more than confused now, "Then who was it?" She wonders.

There's a few snickers around the plane and you poke your head round to spot where the laughters coming from; The Young Guns.

You weren't going to rat them out, you were actually quite impressed about being able to pull the prank off, even if it did mean that you were the one to get blamed for it.

"I don't know. Sure you're not imaging things now, Kimmy?" You joke with the older women, sure enough you were in sulking still about the lack of your best friend this flight but you had a spark of energy after your nap and would you really be yourself if you didn't act up even the slightest bit?

"Wha-- I know you had something to do with this, Y/N!" Kim is lost for words as shes' more than convinced it was you pulling the strings on the chaos.

"It wasn't me. How could I do that when I've been sat here the whole time?" You tell the Scots' women as you give her one of your famous cheeky grins.

"Yes, well-- Urgh. Enough of it, anyways. I don't want any more trouble the reaminder of the flight," Kim states sternly, wagging her finger in your face, "The sooner this plane lands, the better." She mutters to herself, walking back over to her own seat.

"It weren't even me!" You protest, miffed about the fact that you were automatically the one to get the blame for this.

Are you that predictable?

"Back in a minute. I need to loo," You make the quick excuse to the blonde, clambering over the seats before you head to where the academy players are all huddled around together, "Young Guns!" You shout in a low whisper.

"Hi Eagle 1," Mini Viv greets you.

"Whatever it was that you did, I got the blame for!" You huff in protest.

"We don't know what you're talking about," Noami replies.

You can't help but scoff and glance between all 6 of them who're trying to stifle their laughter, "I know you definitely did something. I know that look!" You insist.

"We didn't do anything," Maddie snickers.

"Yeah and well, if we did then we just learnt from the best," Laila remarks.

"Yeah but that's not the-- Wait, really? You really think I'm the best?" Your sidetracked by the compliment to continue to point your point across, "Seriously?"

"Yep," Maddie agrees.

Freya shrugs her shoulders, "We just wanted to have some fun. The flight is boring otherwise." She admits.

"I told them it was a bad idea," Mini Katie chips in, looking more apologetic than the other 5 of them.

You can't help but grin feeling a certain acomplishment, "Right, okay... I'm goin' back to my seats, but no more pranks. Mother Kimmys' convinced it' me and I'm toast if anything else happens!" You warn them.

Mini Viv mockingly salutes you, "You've got it, Eagle 1. No more pranks."

"Good," You glance between the 6 of them with a certain look, hoping it looks at least the bit immidating; After all, you have a great mentor when it comes to it, "I'm going back to my seat before Less starts to wonder where I am."

"Guys, should we have told her about us switching the luggage or leave it as a suprise for her to find out?" Noami questions in a hushed whisper.

"Nah, leave it. At least we won't be in the firing line then," Laila jokes with the rest of the Academy players.

"Freedom!" You exclaim, jumping up from your seat the minute that you touch down in Lonndon; You couldn't wait to be off the plane and be able to run around again.

"Someones' eager to get off, huh?" Cloe jokes, spotting you from her seat as she watches you to try and rush off the plane the second you can.

"It's almost hard to believe that Y/N was this quiet on the plane," Emily chimes in.

"Yeah, you wouldn't think it now," Vic snickers, noting your usual energetic self again.

"Lemme off! I need fresh air!" You insist, wanting nothing more than to be off the plane, having had enough of being confided inside of it.

With that being said, as soon as the moment came where you could exit the plane, you pretty much sprint from your seat and out of the door, running down the steps onto the tarmac ahead of the rest of the girls.

"And shes' off," Alessia chuckles, shaking her head.

"Y/N! Don't run off!" Kims' back to stressing about you as she rushes to try and catch up with you, knowing the busy airport that you're no doubt bound to get lost inside if you get far, "Come back here!"

"Freedom!" You exclaim, throwing your arms up in the air as you run around like a complete maniac in that moment.

"Run, Y/N. Run!" The Young Guns shout in encouragement.

"Y/N! Come 'ere!" Kim shouts in frustration, trying to get a hold of you while your running about.

"I'm free!" You shout aloud like a mad man.

"Y/N, come back here-- We're about to go into a crowded airport!" Kim continues to shout frantically, catching up with you and taking a hold of your upper bicep.

"Ay, Kimmy-- Lemme go, I want a taste of freedom!" You whine and try to wriggle away, all you want to do is run around but the Scots' women is pretty reluctant to let go anytime soon.

"I'm not letting go, I can't trust that you won't run off again!" Kim states, sternly.

You still continue to try and break free from her grasp, "I won't do it again. Lemme go!"

"Mhm, I don't believe that-- Come on!" With that being said, Kim tugs you in the direction of the airport with the rest of the girls.

At least while you went through security, the Scot' had the kindness to realise her grip before you all head over to reclaim your baggage.

Low and behold did you or the rest of the team know what had happened to it.

Of course you were the one to get the blame for it without even a second thought.

"Oh hold on, I need to grab my power bank before we leave the airport," Katie speaks up in realisation, "My phones' almost dead."

"There's always one," Teyah jokes, rolling her eyes.

Katie unzips her suitcase, or at least what she thinks is hers, "Why can't I find it? I swear I packed it-- Hold on, this one ain't even mine!" She exclaims, confused as she continues to dig around in it, "Who's is this?" She questions, turning to the rest of the group.

"That's mine," Sarah chimes in.

Katie huffs and passes the suitcase to her, "You must've got mine then?" She questions, accepting the suitcase before she opens it up to have no luck there either, "What? This ones' not even mine!" She states, annoyed about the situation.

With that being said, Katie begins to start literally ripping open each and every suitcase, scouring through to find the correct one.

"They've all been messed up!" Vic points out in realisation.

"Really? No shit sherlock," Teyah teases the Dutch girl.

"What's going on?" Kim asks, confused as she overhears the commotion.

"The baggage has all been mixed up," Alessia exhales a sigh.

"Y/N," Kim mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose; At the news of this, your Captain is literally stood there seething in anger while you're non the wiser, distracted by the colourful logos' in the airport of a nearby shop where you spot lego.

"Of course it was her," Katie remarks, huffing in annoyance.

"Ah, no. Y/N, come back here, right now!" Kims' quick to spot you making a run for it in the direction, "Y/F/N, get back here!" She shouts through the airport.

"O... Ow, Kimmy!" You flinch in shock as you feel the pain of your ear being yanked, "Lemme go! Lemme go, I just want the Lego!" You state, not seeing the big deal about it; In your opinion, it looked so cool!

"Absolutely not! No!" Kims' firm in her words as she believes your the one thats' behind the whole mix up of the bags, "Why can't you not just behave for once? This is gettin' beyond a joke now, Y/F/N!"

"O... Ow! This hurts-- Lemme go!" You continue to whine and writh around in pain, your definitely not a fan of this but you don't see what the huge fuss was about you running off to look at the Lego, "I just wanted to look at the Lego, its' not a big deal!"

"I'm not talkin' about the lego, Y/N. You mixed up the bags!" Kim points the finger at you for the blame, "Don't even try to deny it-- I knew you were up to something!" The Scots' women scolds you.

"What? That wasn't even me!" You whine, trying to break free from the Scots' women.

"Like I believe that, Y/N-- This is completely out of order!" Kim states, sternly as she drags you in the direction back to the bags, "I can't believe you-- You can't ever stop causing trouble!" She scolds.

Your at a complete loss for words, you had no idea what she was talking about but the pain in your ear really was hurting a lot the more that Kim continued to hold it tightly, "I don't... I don't-- It wasn't me. Let go, it hurts!" You complain.

"The Young Guns have a confession," Katie speaks up as you both approach them all again; It turns out that while Kim was chasing you around the airport, the Young Guns decided to come clean.

"Oh?" Kim blinks and looks between the 6 academy players.

"Go ahead," Teyah nudges Freya to speak.

"Uh... It's about the baggage..." Freya begins.

"That wasn't Y/N," Maddie continues to say.

Mini Viv scratches the back of her neck, "Er, yeah, it was us instead."

"We just wanted to have some fun," Laila chips in.

"Yeah, the flight was borin' and wanted to do something," Noami states.

"I was completely against it-- I told them it was a bad idea!" Mini Katie insists, seeing the fury in the Scots' facial expression and not wanting to be on the wrong side of her Captain.

Kim exhales a sigh, easing her grip on your ear as she pinches the bridge of her nose, "Right, I see. Well, thank you for being honest," She states.

You stare at the Scots' women in disbelief, "Thats' it? That's all your gonna say-- You yanked me by me ear across the airport and they just get off scot free? What the actual fuck!" You exclaim, annoyed.

"Calm down, Y/N," Alessia can clearly tell your annoyed and tries to defuse the situation.

"Calm down? Nah, sod that! If... If that were me then I actually would've been in trouble-- That's not fair!" You whine, huffing and puffing and stomping your feet around to cause a scene.

"That's enough, Y/N," Kim cuts in, her voice remaining firm, "I don't care who did it, they've admitted it now lets' grab our things and get out of here so we can go and meet the rest of the girls.

"I didn't... I didn't even get to look at the lego!" You huff in annoyance, kicking the ground beneath you as you sulk behind the rest of the girls, "I want to at least look at that!"

"I don't think so!" Kims' quick to grip a hold of your ear again as you're reluctantly pulled in the direction of where Leah, Lia, Beth and Viv are all waiting for you, "Leah! Come get yer' kid. I'm done babysittin' now!" She exclaims.

"Kimmy, lemme go-- This hurts!" You still try and break free from the Scots' womens' grip, but to no avail shes' still reluctant to let go.

"Hi, girls. Good trip?" Lia greets you all as you walk over to them.

Katie scoffs, "You could say so."

"It's been eventful," Alessia chimes in.

"So, we heard you might need one of these?" Beth smirks, holding up one of Myles' leashes in her hand as she looks you dead in the eye.

"What-- No!" You protest against the idea, scowling at the blonde, whos' finding complete humour in the situation.

Leah furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she catches up to you all, "Dare I ask what happened?" She asks.

"Y/N's just having a tantrum over lego and other things," Vic jokes.

Judging by Leahs' stoic facial expression, you guess that shes' less than happy to hear that.

"I'm never babysittin' again!" Kim states, releasing her grip on your ear as she pushes you in the direction of the blonde, "Shes' your problem now."

With that being said, Kim all but takes a hold of her luggage and starts to walk off from the rest of the group.

"Wait, no-- Hey Kim, hold on!" Leah calls out to her in sudden realisation, "We still need you to babysit when we go to camp!"

"No, no, nope. Absolutely not!" Kim shouts back in response without even turning round, "Theres' not a single chance that I'm taking care of that menace any time soon-- I need a break!" She exclaims.

"C'mon Kim, we can hardly take her to camp with us!" Beth pleads with the Scots' women.

Kim scoffs and shakes her head, "That's your problem girls, figure it out yourself!" That being said, shes' quick to make her exit out of the airport and you bet no doubt the first place shes' heading to is the nearest off license.

"You know I'm 19, right? I can take care of myself just fine-- Alright, I'll just shut up then..." You go to protest, but judging by the look that you get from all four older girls, you just decide to shut up.

"Poor Kim," Lia exhales, shaking her head.

Viv hums in agreement, "Yeah, poor Kim indeed."

"I thought I told you to behave?" Leah exhales a sigh while she looks at you in disappointment.

You were now back home, you had to deal with the scolding of a lifetime which still didn't end even when you arrived back at the flat you shared with the blonde.

Which led you to know, where the blonde was still telling you off for everything dumb and idiotic in her own words that you've done over the past few days.

"I did-- I just wanted to look at lego!" You whine, trying to justify the reasoning for your need to run off in the airport.

"Oh, really? So Kim literally dragging you through the airport by your ear was for no reason at all, was it?" Leah questions with a raised eyebrow as she unlocks the front door.

Busted.

"I hope you know that you're grounded," Leah states, firmly.

"What! Why?" Your eyes widen in disbelief.

"Because I quite clearly remember telling you to behave and you clearly didn't," Leah explains the reasoning as she continues with her usual stern facial expresion, "Therefor, you are grounded."

"You can't ground me-- I'm 19!" Your quick to protest, knowing there was probably no use in even doing that.

Leah has the audacity to smirk at you, "Oh, well that's where you're wrong there, sunshine. My house, my rules."

You continue to widen your eyes in disbelief, "What!? That's not... That's not even fair!" You whine, like the ever mature adult you are.

"It is more than fair, Y/N," Leah states, firmly as she looks you dead in the eye, "From what it seems like, between you and Kyra, you've both tormented Kim the whole trip. We had a conversation about this, didn't we? The reason for you being grounded is more than justified and I'm not going to change my mind anytime soon."

"Meany," You mumble, staring down at your shoes.

"Great, so we can't leave her alone and nor can we take her with us," Leah huffs aloud, talking about you like you weren't even there with Lia, Beth and Viv who also came back to the flat with you both since they all seemed to have shared one car.

"What do we do?" Lia questions.

"Well, there is a third option," Beth chimes in.

"What's that?" Leah furrows' her eyebrows in confusion.

Beth starts to turn to look at Viv with a coy smirk on her face, "Viv could you..."

"No, no, definitely not!" Vivs' quick to catch on to what her girlfriend was about to say and protests against the idea, "You heard what Y/N was like in Melbourne, I'm goin' to Scotland-- I'm not dealing with that!"

Spoiler alert, you do in fact end up going to Scotland.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #arsenal x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #arsenal women x reader #scribblesofagoonerr #kim little x reader #leah williamson x reader #chaos fc

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the---hermit · 1 month ago

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07|03|2025

While working on the recorded lectures for my spaces of knowledge class, I realized I have less materials than expected, because the professor was a bit chaotic. A couple of lectures have the exact same recording, others are missing. This means that I have less video material than I originally planned, but I will also have to check the ppt presentations that go along with the lectures just to make sure I am not missing vital information. It shouldn't be too bad I think that with an additional day after being done with the materials I should be done. Overall having worked on the written materials already is making the lectures much easier because they are basically just a big review of stuff I have done one my own already. The downside to that is that they get a bit boring and I zone out super easily.

23/50 days of productivity:

finished a recorded lecture for my spaces of knowledge exam

started working on a new lecture

reorganized a couple of my bookshelves to fit some books that were just laying around (I should really just do a big reorganizing of my fiction shelves but at the moment I have no energies to do so, so I'll just adjust things as I need. I am also predicting that by the end of the year I'll probably need to get those additional ikea shelves to extend my library a bit but that is a problem for future me)

set up my bullet journal for next week

Irish on duolingo

📖: A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers (I guess this has become part of my yearly rereads, but this time it's audiobook form to accomodate my broken brain)

#studyblr #studyinspo #journal #studying #productivity #journaling #uniblr #university #50 days of productivity #mine #the---hermit

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squiggle3worm · 5 months ago

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A problem I have with Rick is that a lot of the time when he writes an lgbtq+ character, he writes them for a specific purpose like putting Reyna, the only aroace character, in the hunters of Artemis or that Alex Fierro, the only trans character, is a child of Loki.

Rick kinda brought up this problem in his good reads q&a section:

“… Are you going to add another trans character besides Alex?

Alex for instance just made sense as a child of Loki. So, basically I don’t know. I’m hoping to write about Irish mythology (if I ever get enough time with the other projects going on!) and gender fluidity is most definitely a concept that appears in the Irish myths, so that is a possible logical place where a trans character might appear”

I agree with him that making Alex a trans character makes sense but my problem is that trans characters can exist outside of having a gender fluid godly parent. People are gender fluid without having to be shape shifters and people are aroace without having to commit to celibacy or swear off dating.

I guess all I’m trying to say is that Rick shouldn’t limit himself to have a specific reasoning or trope that always have trans characters be children of gender fluid gods or aroace characters always joining the Hunt. He shouldn’t limit a character’s queer identity to their parents or anything.

#idk it just rubs me the wrong way #Sorry if I’m rambling or if this doesn’t make sense I wasn’t really sure how to organize my thoughts on this #rick riordan crit #rr crit #alex fierro #reyna avila ramirez arellano #mcga #pjo hoo toa #mine

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ranticore · 4 months ago

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in inver verse (inverse, if u will), what's the difference between a faerie and a god? it seems to be less a matter of innate difference, and more a matter of whether or not a given entity is socially acceptable to worship. the Immortal Hound is a god, the Puca is not, despite both seeming to be of a similar nature

and if this is true, does that mean that the Southern God is also a faerie?

actually i will answer this but it's a waffling nonanswer as is my custom

although the monarchy & upperclass of inver (and lower class ppl from the regions in the west like Moya, arranged along what were once ancient battle-lines between Inver's founding people) certainly have their own set of cultural practices, celebrations, and rituals, they would not describe kossith as a god nor think of him as one. for a definition of god as we would understand it (i.e let's take the prechristian irish pantheon for example since i guess that's an apt base state to compare against. it's not like that). although the practices are on the surface somewhat worshipful it is not worship, and neither is it mandatory for any citizen of inver loyal to the monarchy to do the same. you, random person, you are free to take or leave the Immortal Hound. it doesn't matter what you choose or how you think of him because your disbelief is not an existential threat.

people who are in some sort of contact with faeries exist on a spectrum from witch (active communication) to any random everyday person who leaves a set of iron tongs by a cradle to guard a baby. if you aren't a witch you wouldn't be considered to be associated with any one entity - the farmer who stops to turn his jumper inside-out to ward off any faeries who might trap him in a field isn't participating in an act of worship or even self-defence. that's just mundane common sense. anyone would do that.

it was not just the monotheism of the church of suzette that was originally considered so unacceptable that it was banned from entry to inver, but the thought of 'organised religion' in and of itself was kinda fucked to consider for even ordinary people of inver. by the 1860s there would be small enclaves of converts, particularly along the border with Aquitan (which is a theocracy after all), but they were poorly understood by their peers. "so it's just the one faery?" they'd ask. "And you're answering to a bishop instead?"

but god is not a faery, the converts insist

conceptualising 'the actual Christian god' as presented by the Suzette Church posed a problem to the uncivilised barbarians of Inver. "now hold on," they would say, "the leader of Aquitan is a bishop? not god?"

"no," the missionary would reply, "the bishop serves under the Throne, who is in communion with God."

"sure we could just talk to god ourselves then, cut out the middle men"

tying the Church to its medical services (and other philanthropic activities) was the only method by which it got any foothold at all in Inver. their miracle cure, penicillin, was considered on the same level as a witch's spell. "god did that, I suppose." but the dilution of Suzette's faith by the inevitable incorporation of Inver folk magic was also a reason for it not to spread too quickly there, and to guard the foothold it had without trying to step any further.

is there evidence for god? any fool could look outside and know faeries and their servants are real. god, though?

#yeah so the truth is that [a huge lorry drives past horn blaring and drowns out what i say]

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scholarinbookland · 2 months ago

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New Fandom, New Problems

Once again chronically ill and bedridden like 2019, so new music hyperfixation!

This time, it’s FACE and MUSE, the solo EPs by Park Jimin of BTS.

For context, unlike when I got into Queen when I first was hospitalized numerous times over a period of 6 months, I’m staying firmly out of AO3. I was personally fine with reading nonsexual/friendship-based or solely based on real life confirmed relationship fanfiction in that fandom, because I could block pairings and all was good. (I don’t intend this statement to judge people who enjoy reading and writing those types of fan works, but it’s not my cup of tea).

However, I stopped reading in that fandom once the overwhelming majority of new writers devolved into characterizing the rich historical nature of the band and its members into simplified caricatures that lacked the flaws and strengths of each human. I still listen to Queen a lot, but I’m the type of music consumer that really only latches onto one member in a band (ie Freddie Mercury) and doesn’t have strong fan feelings about the others. This is primarily because of a neurological condition I have called prosopagnosia, which means that faces don’t stick in my memory and instead I recognize people by voice and gait.

I’ve been aware of BTS for a while, peripherally. My sister’s been Jin-biased ARMY for long enough to fly out to their LY Chicago concert in 2019, and I knew enough second hand to know that they had a lot to say about society and mental health, were very charitable, and had a lot of J names in their group. But, until I heard Who pop up on my Spotify in December 2024 and loved it, I wasn’t that interested in listening to their music.

Being an obsessive autistic woman, I had to know more. I watched his music video for Who, and loved it as a former dancer. I danced ballet, traditional Irish dance, character, and swing until I became chronically ill, and immediately pegged his dance training, and was sure he’d taken ballet classes by the mixed-gender partnerwork chorus before the bridge. The arms in a perfect fifth position and the perfectly-spotted modified pirouettes were just a dead giveaway. I then watched SMF Pt 2, and Like Crazy, and was wowed. He’s such a perfect dancer, and so good at singing, and so easy to pick out visually in a video for me (he walks like a dancer, and it’s so easy to distinguish when you can’t even remember family members’ faces when they change hairstyle). I’ve now listened to all of his solo work, and I love it!

This is going to be the part of my statement that may be concerning to any ARMY who miraculously discover this untagged post: I tried listening to the other’s solo work as well as any BTS music where Jimin gets minimal lines, and it’s not to my personal preference. I figured that if Jimin checked every box of what I seek out in music (great stage presence, beautifully unique voice, clever and thoughtful lyrics), then I would enjoy the music of at least one other member, but I just didn’t vibe with each for one subjective reason or another. So, even though I have no disdain for the group as a whole or any fans who don’t try to perpetuate hate on Park Jimin or his friends and family, I guess this qualifies me as a solo instead of an ARMY. Maybe if I had discovered them earlier, I’d be less biased towards just Jimin, but I honestly have never dived deeper into fandoms than writing and editing book and television show based fanfiction, and for music, listening, buying and streaming the albums.

I like everything I have seen or read about Park Jimin of BTS (my toxic trait is to investigate male celebrities with much greater scrutiny than female celebrities), but became too troubled by the rampant shipping culture and invasion of his private life listed in his history as a BTS member to be comfortable encountering or interacting with posts that interpret his art in any way that projects potentially dangerous or slanderous misinformation onto what he’s said about his art (ie people declaring his sexuality (reading him as straight or LGBT without any statement made), gender identity (taking statements against hyper-masculine presentation and gender norms out of context), or psychiatric conditions (ED, alcoholism armchair diagnoses again without confirmation from the artist)). Those are the posts in this fandom that I will filter tags against and not interact with, as a boundary I am setting.

However, all I have seen in official content and in interviews which he’s participated, has left me skeptical about how well he has been treated under the now mega-corporation to which he is signed. HYBE, BSH, SB and MHJ all seem like sketchy institutions and individuals, each with little regard for the welfare of the minors they exploit or have exploited in the past. Park Jimin needing his fans to be his pro-bono marketing team while he’s conscripted and unable to participate in business and marketing decisions when he entrusted that to his company is beyond egregious, and HYBE America’s links to notorious media-play PR firms is also disturbing.

I don’t intend to pretend to know this man (and especially not infantilize a man older and better-educated than I am) or his awareness of the situation or the inner workings of his mind and what he values, and I don’t intend to try and proscribe my American analysis of a situation I lack the cultural and legal context to put my two cents in about, but I can support his solo music by streaming and voting, and hopefully be healthy and active enough to keep up with his career and how it develops once he is released from mandatory military service.

To that end, I may be following, liking and re-blogging information about FACE, MUSE, HYBE, and fandom discourse and misinformation. Hopefully anyone I follow with a stake in Jimin or BTS will understand the lack of malice or strong opinions in my journey to learn more about an artist who I admire and wish all the best in his future endeavors.

Blog Organization:

Clarifying My Blog Usage

Jimin: Method Actor?

Like Crazy MV Analysis Part 1

Like Crazy MV Analysis Part 2

Like Crazy MV Analysis Part 3

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artemis-fowl-incident-report · 3 months ago

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Are you an Artemis Fowl fan?

Well we are running auditions for an Artemis Fowl audio adaptation (because what the hell was that movie Disney?). We're hoping to get it recorded this year, but we need people willing to volunteer for that to happen.

If you're interested, email us at [email protected] with your audition.

Artemis Fowl II

Casting requirements: Youthful, adolescent, somewhat haughty/arrogant voice, possibly young boy/woman with androgynous voice range. Ability to speak in a variety of accents (notably Irish/British) and with very clear enunciation. Gravitas and authority juxtaposed with age is what we’re looking for. Somewhat of a large range of emotion and modulation needed. Examples include the Ciel Phantomhive English dubbing VA.

Audition lines:

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I’m trying to do something decent now, Captain.

The problem is that I know the textbook answers to any question you care to ask.

“You hit me,” he said in disbelief.

Butler

Casting requirements: Classically masculine/deep voice, but soothing and somewhat authoritative (easy to trust, confident). Almost stoic, but definitely calm. Any accent is acceptable as long as it’s clear and understandable, as this is an audio based project. Mastery of voice projection. Any emulation of yelling if not instructed is ill-advised. Examples include the original Japanese VA for Ruthven from Vanitas no Carte.

Audition lines:

Welcome back. Glad to see everyone’s alive. Now I need to go.

The cosh, sir.

Yes, Artemis. All is forgiven. Just one thing… never again. Fairies are too… human.

Holly Short

Casting requirements: Strong, bold quality, self-assured, sometimes brash. Not deep or too dark, but not too light/bright either, a happy medium is preferred. Comfortable with a more forceful range. Irish accent highly preferred, but honestly if you want to try a Southern American country accent no one will begrudge you for it. You will have to emphasize your plosives and overall consonant sounds. Examples include Seele’s English VA from Honkai: Star Rail.

Audition lines:

Stay back, human. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.

What? You want me to cut off his thumb? Are you insane?

When are you going to learn, Mud Boy? Your little schemes have a tendency to get people hurt. Usually the people who care about you.

Julius Root

Casting requirements: A deep, authoritative voice, the typical gruff commander/mentor archetype. Somewhat harsh. Primarily this role will require a fair bit of hostile moods even if only performative so if this will strain you then it is recommended to avoid trying out for this role. Irish accent highly preferred. Timbre should be darker. Examples include Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders.

Audition lines:

Looks like the gang’s all here. And guess what. I don’t like gangs.

Captain Short’s life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!

Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

Foaly

Casting requirements: Fast-paced speech, while not too fast, a middle/lower range, perhaps more of a baritone? Excitable but not overly immature. This character is a genius, and somewhat eccentric, so allow rough edges to shine through. Nothing too dark, though. Mischief is a good standard tone to aim for. Irish accent also preferred. Examples include the Japanese VA for Kaveh from Genshin Impact.

Audition lines:

Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know.

I’m right there with you, darlin’. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I’m way back in the Operations Room.

Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?

Angeline Fowl

Casting requirements: Most of the time an elegant, mature voice, very distinctly high-class, possibly a mild British accent, just enough to round out the role. Motherly, calm, but also capable of hysterics/sounding younger. Aim for a middle range as well. Please be sure not to be overly bright for this role. Examples include Stelle’s English VA from Honkai: Star Rail.

Audition lines:

I’m sorry, Arty. For everything. For the last few months, I haven't been myself. But things are going to change. Time to stop living in the past.

It’s Christmas Day, you silly boy. Christmas Day! Presents are traditional, are they not?

And how about school? Have you decided on a career?

Juliet Butler

Casting requirements: Higher pitched, almost schoolgirl/teenage girl voice (just less whiny) but definitely not to an exaggerated and obnoxious degree. Just young and appropriately expressive. Headstrong, but playful and adept at teasing, bright but not airy. You have to be able to play dumb, though, as this character plays dumb a fair bit. Any accent is acceptable. Examples include Izzie from Grey’s Anatomy.

Audition lines:

Well, leprechauns. You know they’re not real, don’t you?

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he’s never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that spiritually.

I don’t know about legal, Mister. I just serve the drinks.

Mulch Diggums

Casting requirements: Deep, rough voice, but not overly low, or with overwhelming bass. Open to varieties of depth/range for this role as long as it doesn’t sound like an adolescent. This character can have any accent as long as it is audible. Note that this character is meant to be a bit of a crook. Have fun with this role.

Audition lines:

Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

The pixie is crazy! Give me your gun, Holly, I’m going to shoot him.

All this melodrama. Someone has to poke fun.

#artemis fowl #eoin colfer #audio drama #audio fiction #casting announcement #casting call #fiction podcast #indie project #voice acting #voice actor #tiktok refugee

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gaykarstaagforever · 2 months ago

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I just watched TOS "Mudd's Women".

This is Season 1 so there are some quirks, as compared to the later seasons. Like Uhura is wearing the gold uniform.

No Chekov yet. Just some guy who looks like a partially-deflated Conan O'Brien.

Spock keeps doing this little grin the whole time, like he is barely concealing his amusement at how goofy and horny everyone else is. I guess they eventually wear him down into Stoic Spock.

Mudd calls Spock a "half-Vulcanian." Which is more technically correct as the name for someone from Vulcan, like a Vulcan would be from the planet Vulk. But I guess writers kept misspelling it or something, so

I like Harry Mudd's accent. Like an Irish pirate cowboy, who is also obviously faking it. Fits the character.

The ship runs on "lithium crystals" instead of "dilithium," I guess because no one thought yet about lithium being a real thing that has real properties they'd need to take into account at some point. A shame. I like the idea that the Enterprise runs on banks of EV batteries. Explains all the explosions.

Kirk pushes the Enterprise too hard and we hear all the lithium crystals pop in sequence. They sound like someone breaking Kit Kats off screen. Scotty AND Sulu warn Kirk not to let that happen, and he absolutely does it anyway, then acts like it's everyone else's fault the ship is dead in the water and running out of air. Which, yeah, that's our Kirk.

Also when they go to get new crystals from a mining planet, Kirk beams the miners up to discuss payment. I guess they didn't have the whole "Communist space future" thing worked out yet.

Both Scotty and Kirk call Mudd a "jackass." I didn't know you could say ass on 60s TV. I suppose it was as part of a metaphor that used it to mean donkey. But they still said "ass." Twice.

This is only one of two times TOS shows them using the computer during a hearing as a lie detector. This would have been useful technology like...400 more times, over the next all of the shows and movies, forever. But "she" also points out, unprompted, how everyone is horny during the hearing. And I can't imagine Picard finding that as funny as Kirk does.

McCoy's horny face. (Also I think his patch is on crooked.)

...Has he always had a pinkie ring??

Round playing cards! Round playing cards, in SPACE!

Mudd is a wanted criminal with diagnosed mental problems who is flying a spaceship he probably murdered a guy for, so he can sell women he supplies drugs to to space miners. That's what this episode is about.

When they all go down to the lithium mining planet, Kirk teaches the incel miners that having *real* women as co-equal human companions is better than having twee anime babes who only like them because the women are drugged. This is unrealistic.

This might be the first time it is relevant to a Star Trek plot that Kirk can't fall in love because he wants to fuck the ship. The same ship that earlier proves it can tell when he's horny. ...This is why normal people bully us for watching this show.

#tos #star trek #harry mudd #kirk #spock #mccoy

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arathejedi394 · 2 months ago

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[minecraft villager voice] hmm...

imagine a soulmates a/b/o world. when you're born you get your finger pricked and it goes a database and magically finds your true match then the database spits out a name and address, as long as your true match is in the system. secondly, paganism didn't get stamped out so badly. that's not really a huge detail more a flavor one. okay, that's the context. this is long. keep reading.

now imagine it's 1717. the true match finding system for children is really only used by rich people bc it be expensive. king and queen of a tiny province in southeastern wallachia near the black sea George and winifred barnes had all their kids tested at birth but their firstborn ickle james buchanan barnes's blood sample doesn't get matched until after his 4th birthday. the magic system pops out the name Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II ("that's a mouthful" George says) the newborn grandson of ireland's brand new independent king. see, Ireland just won a like 50yo vicious war with the English over their independence. Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí I is now the king of Ireland, having begun fighting for Irish independence at age ten. more on that in a bit.

so george and winifred go to ireland with their kids and entourage, arrive around five months after stiofán is born, and they're like "hello sarah ruairí and husband joseph who married in and comparatively is as about as important as the wallpaper, this is is our 4yo stop picking your nose james who's destined to be your infant son's soulmate james I said stop picking your nose don't wipe your boogers on your clothes no don't eat them either use a hanky" they introduce james to stiofán. stiofán is 5 months old and has not fully formed a personal concept of human existence yet, so has no opinion of the pink blob in front of him. james is 4 years and 9 months and thinks stiofán looks like a potato. winifred then tells him that stiofán is going to be his very best friend when they grow up and that they'll always be together and they'll always love each other, and they'll never be alone bc the other one will be there in their hearts. james understands best friend and is happy to see his new potato buddy. they prop ickle james up on a sofa and carefully let him hold 5 month old stiofán who looks very unhappy about everything happening and they take a picture.

"aren't they just darling!" sarah says "the most precious" winifred agrees. stiofán sneezes in james's face. james begins to wail. which makes stiofán start screaming. it's a great start.

winifred from then on takes james to Ireland every summer, to spend the month of july there (it's the 18th century, it'll take 3 months to get from the black sea to the coastline of France where they then have to take a boat which takes another month, so yeah just one month in Ireland, and they spend pretty much the end of march to the end of june traveling, then the beginning of august to the end of November getting back). once stiofán learns how to talk, he renames james bc he has a lisp the letter J is additionally too difficult to pronounce. he is now bucky. newly minted bucky refuses to answer to james anymore. it is a problem bc he doesn't ever correct people he just ignores them until either they magically guess he now goes by bucky or someone else tells them. once stiofán learns how to stand up, he's immediately able to run, and this is also a serious problem. the two of them combined are a menace. sarah and winifred try to get them to behave like noble children and they go "MLEH!" while spitting raspberries then produce pop rockets out of their grubby candy-filled pockets scare the shit out of their mothers and all the nursemaids then vanish in the ensuing chaos. things are great. until stiofán's seventh birthday.

remember the english? yeah.

july 4th, 1724. stiofán gets a music box from bucky that year (okay his parents got it and then put bucky's name on the gift label and told him to hand it to stiofán) and it's custom-made. it's round and squat, a gold case with little clawed feet, and the sides and top are inlaid with bright blue opal with lots of fire inclusions. it only opens with a key, of which bucky's parents had two made they're also gold little skeleton keys on a chain for safe keeping with small blue fire opals in the handles, round domed ones, and when the key is inserted and turned counter-clockwise (you have to turn it a bunch like a normal music box crank to get it to stay open and keep playing) the lid rises and out comes a little rose quartz figurine of stiofán and bucky, as they look at ages 7 and 11, standing together like they're dancing but they're wearing adult clothes bc they're actually playing; bucky's figurine is wearing an adult man's tailcoat with a full skirt that's almost touching the ground and a grown man's buckled shoes, while stiofán's figurine is holding up a lopsided adult omega's wig and wearing a ball gown with the waist around his knees. the ball gown's skirt then wraps around their legs, but you can still see bucky's rose quartz feet in their too big shoes. the figurines spin slowly with the music, which is the melody from the song that sarah and winifred had already had commissioned to play during bucky and stiofán's first dance at their wedding, sometime after stiofán presents probably around age 16 his doctor says. stiofán has never heard the melody before. he loves the music box more than any of his other presents.

as he's watching himself and bucky carved in rose quartz spin, the party is crashed by the English!!! dun dun dun!!! the guests flee and winifred escapes with bucky (also his three sisters they were there too bc they whine if they get left behind when bucky goes to Ireland) and bucky escapes with the music box as well as one of the keys, but the entire ruairí family, all of Ireland's brand new royals, are captured and killed.

bucky is traumatized. he is now moody, sullen, prone to isolation, hot-tempered, and most especially hates the english. it is considered bad form for a person whose true match died to marry someone else but winifred and George reluctantly start looking for a new bride bc their heir needs to be able to have heirs. bucky grows into his bitterness and anguish instead of out of it, then when right after turning 24, he shocks the whole of wallachia by abdicating the throne out of nowhere, then he seemingly vanishes off the face of the earth.

he moves halfway across the globe to new york city, specifically Brooklyn, where he sheds his blueblood life for a blue-collar one. he fortunately educated himself in steam mechanics prior to leaving europe, so he becomes a boiler man at a factory. after a few months, he's out of money and his salary isn't enough, so he starts moonlighting as a bartender at a "gentleman's club" called the big apples.

which is where he meets steven grant rogers. 20 years old, a male omega, blonde, freckled, blue eyes, slight Irish accent, has lived in Brooklyn for 14 years. is 6'2" and built like a brick shithouse, does not look like an Omega. very hot. yes, exactly, it's stiofán alive by some miracle and in Brooklyn, new york.

one problem. bucky doesn't go by bucky anymore. people call him james again. second problem, steve was fucking 7 when he last saw bucky so he doesn't remember that bucky is a nickname and not his actual first name given to him by his mama on his day of birth. and third problem neither he nor steve look anything like they did when they were 11 and 7yo respectively. well, when you put a picture of 11yo bucky next to 24yo bucky it's obvious they're the same person but 7yo steve looked completely different he had chicken limbs and was too long while at the same time being very short for his age. and as an Omega in the early 18th century he ought to have ended up between 5'6" and 5'8" (no serum. he won the genetic lottery.) there is no recognizing Steven Grant Rogers, XL fairy punk who spends half the time in remarkably convincing drag, as Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II.

steve is a regular dancer at the club, but he turns french tricks, too. he and bucky become quick friends after steve asks him to fill in as bouncer by the back rooms one night, then after the club closes, they stay back and get drunk together, then they kiss and steve goes back with bucky to his apartment, but they're so drunk they fall asleep the second they're in bed. they wake up the next day both of them still fully clothed and steve's makeup has rubbed off on one of bucky's pillows. bucky is like "hey no offense that can't happen again" "eh your loss." steve later offers bucky a discount bc he's got a crush on him and bucky says "I still haven't gotten over my childhood sweetheart so no thanks" and steve's like "baby that's depressing just fuck me" "sorry no" "ugh"

their friendship continues. they do not kiss again. does bucky mention what happened to his childhood sweetheart? no. does bucky still have the music box from steve's seventh birthday?

yes.

alas he never wanted to hear the song again so he sold the key when he got to Brooklyn. he keeps it in his nightstand and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep and the first thing he does when he wakes up is pick it up and hold it for several minutes of silence. unless steve is there. bc somehow steve keeps ending up sleeping at his apartment, in his bed, eventually just leaving much of his clothes and even his makeup and toiletries there. they do not fuck. they do not kiss again. steve tries very hard, tho. bucky is politely oblivious.

july 4th 1732 comes around and bucky takes the night off to be depressed. only steve crashes his own deathday party, guest count one. he's like "wtf are you doing why are you drunk in the middle of the day c'mon it's my birthday you're going with me to the theater" and bucky's like "absolutely not it's my childhood sweetheart's day of entrance and his day of exit I will do nothing but sit here and consume that entire case of whiskey staring at this music box" and steve's like "dollface that's depressing get -- wait a second" and he points at the music box "where did you get that"

bucky's like ??? "i've always had it you've seen it before" "no no, I've seen it tucked into the nightstand drawer before and it was not that specific music box it was just a random blue thing in the shadows now where the bloody fuck did you get it" "none of your business!" "does it still work???" "does it -- what do you mean?" "it's a music box does it still play?" "I don't know it doesn't open without the key and I don't have that anymore I sold it last year how the hell do you know it's a music box???" and then he goes to put it away bc he's possessive of the very ghost of Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II but steve suddenly gets all angry he says "give it to me!" and bucky is very offended "no!!!" "james you give me that music box right now! you don't know what that is!" "I know what it is!" "it's mine!" steve declares.

bucky's like "..." steve says "that's mine i lost it when I fled Ireland in 1724 it was a present from my alpha's parents they made it for me special and you have no right to even have it let alone keep it from me, so give it to me now, right now!" "no..." bucky says "the omega this was given to is dead, the English killed him and his entire family!" "my mother and I got out" steve says "but I dropped my music box and my alpha picked it up and that was the last time I ever saw him or it" "impossible!" and then steve pulls out a gold skeleton key on a pewter chain, having sold the gold one it came with long ago, set with a blue fire opal in the decorative handle that matches the music box's opal inlay and the decoration on where the key inserts, and he's like "look see this is the key to it please give it to me where did you even find it???" "I picked it up" bucky says quietly. "where?" "when he dropped it" "then give it to me!" steve insists and he even tears up a little "I haven't heard it play in 14 years I don't remember what the song is" "does the key turn left or right?" bucky asks "left" steve says "were you sitting in your mother's lap or your father's lap when the english crashed the party?" "my mother's how would you know that" and bucky is like "dumbass... I gave this music box to Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II for his seventh birthday and if that's you, that means I'm your alpha" steve's like "??? my alpha's name is bucky!" "dumbass! my first name is james my middle name is buchanan!!! bucky is the nickname you gave me when you were 2!!!" "no!" steve insists "no my alpha's first name was.... well it was long for bucky!" "it's long for buchanan and it's my middle name because you had a lisp and couldn't say the letter J either!" bucky shouts. "oh" steve says "that's true" "..." "..." "bucky?" "Stiofán Mag Raighne Ruairí II????"

they spiderman point at each other for like a minute. then steve's like "okay but I literally can't remember our song play the music box" so bucky takes the key and cranks it counter-clockwise. he hasn't listened to the song in like 3 years, steve hasn't heard it in 14. steve tears up and bucky kinda just awkwardly puts the music box down then takes his hand and his waist and starts shuffling like he's trying to waltz in his shoebox studio apartment, where suddenly they're the ones too big for the dancing scene. steve instead bear hugs him and kisses him. both of them cry yes. when the music box stops playing bucky cranks it again and they sort of just sway in circles for hours listening to it play.

"do you have a blue dress?" bucky asks in the morning "a real nice one?" "yeah" "go home and change, then come back here and we'll go find a preacher." "okay." so they hunt down somebody to marry them, and even though they don't have a chupah and a ketubah like winifred and George once wanted for the wedding and even tho they can't have a big crowd of guests to block the way between bucky entering the church and steve at the altar to then also rob him blind for the people's bridewealth as he literally fights his way through them for the chance to marry steve like sarah and joseph had insisted on, it's the perfect wedding for them. they don't have a honeymoon, they spend their wedding night turning the key on their music box over and over so it never stops playing.

"you know you gotta stop turning tricks now right" "ask me again when you have a bigger salary" "I'll just write my parents they'll be so thrilled I'm still alive let alone you that they'll dump buckets of money on us" "your... wait... have you been dirt poor this entire time by choice?" "..." "???" "yes?"

their first marital fight is fought with pillows.

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neverbeentokansas · 27 days ago

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O'Dessa: A Review

This is a preliminary review, right after I watched it for the first time, and there are SO many things to say about this movie, so let's dive right on in.

The costuming and design was stunning. Seriously. I loved how O'Dessa's character drew inspiration from Elvis and Bowie, although I think they could've gone ham with the lipstick for the climax and done some cool facepaint. Maybe not Ziggy Stardust's exact lightning bolt, for costuming reasons, but I think that would have been stunning. And Euri served LOOKS, in EVERY scene. I would like to give the costume team a crisp high five and an academy award. They really managed to capture such a queer feeling even in 'straight' relationship. Euri's heels, his masks, his HAIR- with costuming alone they made it very clear that he was not only the Eurydice of the story, but emblematic of the problems so many queer people face. Sexual violence, most of all. O'Dessa's look tending towards no makeup and simpler clothes really emphasized her role as a herald of the real roots of punk. Everyone forgets punk was born from poverty, in that those in poverty could, and would, change the system that oppressed them. Punk says 'fuck the world, we deserve a good life' and I think O'Dessa (the character) really represented that. Her country roots, irish name, just, ugh. O'Dessa is what punk is supposed to be.

The set design is great too. All the swirling colors reminiscent of oil, they hypnotic screens... very obvious about the anticapitalist and environmentalist themes, but the aesthetic slaps. I'm not sure about the hypnotism as a plot device, because as much as our technology is designed to addict us, we are still in control of ourselves. And I guess everyone in the movie could theoretically, as well, but it was almost too heavy handed, too much like 'ooh a spooky plot device you can't escape.' I would've liked to see someone (maybe Roach!) exemplify the agency everyone has, or maybe even have her pull O'Dessa away at some point. O'Dessa's character could have benefited form that, because as it is, she seems almost immune to it because she's the 'chosen one.'

Speaking of chosen one's and prophecy... I wasn't a fan of the prophecy. I think we could have had the exact same story without it. O'Dessa could have come from a long line of ramblers (preserving the idea of the seventh son), who had a spiritual encounter, carved the Willa, and received their mandate to ramble and change the world. All without the idea of a chosen one. She could have chosen herself, and I think that would make her character more accessible, more applicable to the world now.

Now, as for the story? I actually like this interpretation of Orpheus and Eurydice. It's not revolutionary, by any means; the whole movie is something of a mix between Hadestown and the Hunger Games, with a 'rock opera soundtrack' (although I think there should be a country in there somewhere.... just saying). It draws on the idea that Hades did trick Orpheus from the beginning, instead of the more classic approach to 'loving is looking back,' but I think that works really well. It's ultimately a story about the evils of capitalism and exploitation, so it fits: those in power will not give you a break. It just doesn't happen.

The whole idea of the reality show contest for a final wish really illustrated that point. Because ultimately what everyone would have wished for was a better life, and maybe (maybe) one person could have gotten it, but the whole thing was a scam for entertainment. The contest was a carrot on a stick. And honestly, a lot of reality shows *are* like that! They will exploit young, talented artists for profit by pitting them against one another. And when O'Dessa wished for something that was antithetical to the way Plutonobitch controlled everything, that thin veil of promise, the wish, was stripped away. If you can't tell, I really liked the ending.

There's one more thing I think they could have added. Priscilla, the Persephone of the story. I think it would've been interesting if she was Euri's sister, or at least knew Euri's sister, and gave O'Dessa her chance because of it. I think it would've emphasized how she, too, was a prisoner, which would have contrasted with Plutonovitch's behavior backstage and reinforced that the 1 percent really, really don't care. And if they act like they do, it's because they want something.

Anyway, that's all! I really enjoyed the music as well, but that's not my expertise. I think it's worth a watch, Sadie Sink and Kelvin Harrison Jr. were exceptional actors, and the queer themes really hit.

#odessa #sadie sink

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oogaboogaspookyman · 9 months ago

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Soooo a reply in the most recent Oil Is Thicker Than Blood release (by @dronebiscuitbat ) gave me an idea! And threw my impulse control out of my window!

BE WARNED: this contains a more than implied spicy Nuzi scene, which is canon in the universe of Oil Is Thicker Than Blood. I also tried my best to finish this so be also warned for potentially sucky writing lmao

Edit: I FOUND THE GUY THAT INSPIRED THIS SHIT IT'S @/makiyu23 THANK YOU DUDE THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN I WOULDN'T HAVE MADE THIS WITHOUT YOU

[EAVESDROPPING]

That red eyed freak... She's gonna pay.

Crawling in the vents. She always loved crawling around, whether it's the roof, the walls, or the ventilation systems, it always felt so good and satisfying.

This time didn't feel good the usual way now. It felt good like a revenge. Fitting.

While she's doing that, she found a few trinkets along the way! Neat! Things to look at instead of her glasses! She always disliked looking at her own glasses out of boredom, it brings memories she doesn't have consent for... Y'know what else she didn't consent to?

...

Let's not joke about that time, V...

...

Anyway! Back to searching through the vents! And sending those updates on the red thing stuff too!

"robo-god i fucking love crawling it's satisfying like-..." She stops for a moment... Then sighs... "Let's not ramble about these things alone V, you'll seem crazier than you already are..."

After long minutes of crawling around in the vents and sending updates on the search, she started to hear something...

Talking?

There's people talking...

There's people talking.

"Look, i'm just sayin', we can't have these Murder Drones in 'ere at all, ya know their body count? As someone who like- counts the deaths and missing drone cases, i say they're up to like- the THOUSANDS!"

"You know Khan's orders and announcement, they're living with us now, end of. We cannot keep having this conversation, Sean..."

"Susan please just- just understand what i'm trying to say here!"

"We can't keep up a relationship if all you're gonna ramble about is the Murder Drones wanting to make amends."

A Worker with an irish accent... Rambling to another, 50% masculine 50% feminine and 100% tired sounding, about the fact that she and N are living in the bunker with them and how he's against it. Of course. If she could drop down right then and there... She would. But she can't, she made a promise... Stupid promise but hey, she cares about that idiot.

...

Stupid feelings, stupid concept of caring, stupid core, now she feels all mushy and gross...

Ughh, get back to work you trauma bag!

Beep. Update sent. And as she crawls around the vents, a message for Lizzy. Heehee Lizzy she cute- SHUT UP BRAIN.

SD-V: yo liz i caught two people talking while i crawled in the vents, wanna hear?

A few seconds later...

Lizthequeen: OMG yes!!! drop the gossip gurl!!!

SD-V: so theres these two workers talkin shit about me and n for obvious reasons and apparantly these two workers are also a dumb lovey dovey couple

Lizthequeen: oh shiz you talking about sean and susan??? oh theyre having constant problems with their relationship i heard!!

SD-V: thats what im saying. theyre in constant problems with their relationship yeah

Lizthequeen: they are fr?? daaayyuummm gurl...... are they breaking up now???

V stopped to look back and crawl a little backwards to hear...

"... Susan- Susan please don't do this to me-"

"No no no no you know what? You know what? We're done here, all you ramble about is your racism, fuck you and fuck off"

"Susan please!"

Then a slam... Then a sigh...

"... WELL GOOD RIDDANCE I FUCKING GUESS!"

She began crawling forward again... God damn.

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: RN????? HOLY SHIT?????

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: they finally broke up........ thank you for sharing the info bestie i owe u so much

SD-V: yeah you owe me a good hanging out

What the FUCK. WHY DID YOU SEND THAT WHY DID YOU SAY THAT

V immediately stopped messaging in flustered frustration, yellow filling her visor and embarrassment filling her... Everything. Fuck's sake.

...

Lizthequeen: what do u mean by that ;3c

SD-V: nothing shut up buzz off im busy anyway BYE

Then to the right goes the program...

...

That was stupid.

...

Okay that's processed.

As she crawled by, she began to hear more chatter... Right, people exist.

"Guy imma need to talk to ya"

"Oh no. My name in b flat. I'm in trouble"

"More like i wanna discuss something with you regarding the whole Khan's daughter and N thing..."

"... Am i in trouble?"

"Stop saying you're in trouble, i just wanna talk"

PFFFFT

"“Stop saying you're in trouble” yeah shut up before you get in trouble hehehehehe-"

"What the HELL was that?!"

V squeaked in surprise, then yelled back, attempting to threaten the two into submission.

"YOU BETTER NOT TRY ME OR I WILL DROP DOWN AND RIP YOU TO SHREDS YOU TOASTERS!!"

...

"Okay, no need to yell lass, we would've listened anyway"

"Yeah what Han said"

V sighed in relief and kept crawling and sending updates. Situation avoided.

...

Crawling by crawling by, crawling by for the sake of your life~

This is getting really boring, i fucking hate this now i wanna go home~

She sang as she crawled in the vents, sending updates every few as she found new things and new gossip, making herself laugh a little as she crawled... She needed those laughs and those moments. She needed a break from the tension and the fear. The dread. That red eyed freak...

...

That red eyed freak.

...

"You want me to lead?" She heard, faintly, as she crawled about...

What in the god damn?? Uzi??

"Lay down then"

What????????

She crawled forward and stopped to hear the possible new gossip...

...

What the fuck are they doing down there.

"Relax, okay?"

"O-okay..."

Uzi?? N?? What are they...

...

Oh they can't be.

"I-i'm not t-that insteresting"

"You're gorgeous, actually"

"Shouldn't i be saying that to y-you?"

Nuh uh they're not i don't believe... N would be a bottom though.

A little more of hearing from inside the vents, it becomes clearer as every second passes. She can't move.

She jerks a leg forward, yet it's stiff. She can't move.

She tries the same with one arm, it's stiff too. She can't move.

She tries to at least launch herself forward, but her whole body is stiff. She can't move.

She sighs... I can't move... I can't stop hearing...

"Ngh... Uzi..."

JUST MOVE LET THEM BE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOV

She jerks an arm, trying to continue crawling.

Again.

And again.

FINALLY.

She manages to continue crawling by...

After ceaseless crawling, ending up finding nothing, and having heard quite the event... You think she'll have a word or two for them about it?

She's laid down across the ground, alone in her nest in the spire, seemingly dissociating after the events that transpired...

"Well... Damn." Her last words said in surprise.

...

We never got to go far in our relationship.

She swapped her hand up with the submachine gun and aimlessly let loose a barrage of bullets, drowning her thoughts in noise. Drowning her sorrows in noise.

Heavy breathing, panting.

...

"Let's not think of that, V..."

#murder drones #spooker's writing #suggestive #Nuzi is having [REDACTED]#serial designation v #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #uzi x n #<- teehee #they're mentioned but still #md lizzy #vizzy #md vizzy #v x lizzy #a bit for y'all ;3c #also envy angst heehoo never forget the past

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rustfoxes · 6 months ago

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Disjointed DAtVG feelings/opinions

I've played the game for a bit, I'm not too far in yet, and honestly? I hope it gets better. Spoilers & venting below as you might guess.

Everything seems to be tell, don't show. There's very, VERY little trust in the player. Characters happen upon a ruined village? "The village is ruined! There's no one here!" Yes, we can see that. Character looks upset? Text pops up on screen to tell you that IN FACT!! Character is upset. Couldn't have guessed.

Everything is explained out loud immediately, except the arguably actually important things. If I remember correctly, there's no mention of the 10 year (?) timeskip from DAI, everyone just now knows everything about elven magic and the Fade and the Veil EXCEPT FOR THE PLAYER. None of that is explained! New players are expected to just know, which in some games works, but when you throw characters into a magical forest and say it's Arlathan forest, how tf are they supposed to know what Arlathan is.

Why is Varric a brunette all of a sudden

Characterisation of returning characters is fucking wild. Fun, jokey Harding? Massive chip on her shoulder and real aggressive for some reason. Soft-spoken and measured Solas? Yelling, again, for some damn reason. Where is his iambic pentameter? And he hates blood magic all of a sudden?? Did the writers play the earlier games at all? Solas SPECIFICALLY says in DAI that blood magic has no morality to it and is merely a tool.

The game is linear to the extent that I cannot for the life of me see the point of the game asking you to wrap up unfinished business before moving forward. What unfinished business? You've locked us into a small room with 0 exits and 1 chest. There is no business.

So far there's been zero time for any of the story to breathe. There are no story beats, because the drum machine that is the pacing just keeps hammering on. The gravity of the situation has no time to set in for anyone. THE ACTUAL GODS OF MYTH HAVE BEEN BUST OUT OF GOD-JAIL. THIS IS A HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM. "Yeah, well, people would've died if Solas hadn't been stopped from tearing down the Veil." And this is preferable???? What the actual fuck. DAI Solas wanted to rebuild and to safe-guard his people. TWO of the people he wanted to PROTECT EVERYONE FROM are now out. But oh man, that Solas, he would've hurt folks. You think the wondertwins won't? Jesus fucking Christ.

The gameplay more or less just completely scraps character classes. Playing a mage rn and for some damn reason she has separate ranged attacks. What the actual fuck. What is the point of making people choose a class if a damn mage has to stand next to enemies to attack?

So far doesn't feel like an RPG at all. Starts in media res which is fine, but your character is already established as a cool hero and an important figure. Why? Why weren't we along for that ride?

Character movement is janky af, DAI was much smoother 10 damn years ago. Hopefully they'll somehow manage to fix it.

Either they needed better actors or a much better voice director, because holy shit is the dialogue awkward and halting and just... no.

Writers have clearly had shoes far too large to fill. Dialogue wants to be funny and witty and clever. It is not. Specially not with the phoned in voice acting.

Where have my Welsh/Irish elves gone? Wtf happened there? Also why wasn't there anyone around to tell the actors how to pronounce the elvhen words??

Why the fuck is the rogue our healer.

All quests so far have been walking from A to B, collecting some coins along the path, and then fighting 5 or 10 enemies. No variation at all.

Idk man, I really hope the game will find its legs as it goes on, but so far? Massively underwhelming and honestly quite disappointing. Absolutely does not feel like DA. People critisised DA2 for being rushed and DAI for a whole host of shit, but at least I felt like I was playing a Dragon Age game.

#dragon age #veilguard spoilers #venting a bit #don't mind me

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life-in-the-monster-haus · 7 months ago

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I am so so so sorry for just popping in here and bringing back bible talk because I know you got flack for it but I wanted your opinion on this.

Fontana was doing a Q&A on Instagram for September and she answered a question about why Clawdeen and Howleen weren’t related anymore:

But the leaked bible (which I don’t believe you read) said Clawdeen and Howleen were secret cousins and it would be revealed at the end of season 1, which contradicts the show and what Fontana is saying here.

I guess I just want to know what you think cause I value your opinion but I also see fans refer to the Bible leak a lot and I know you were one of the people that didn’t believe it. (You can ignore me too I kinda just stormed in here)

I'll never ignore a well thought out question or a fellow fan who wants to exchange ideas! bring them on!

No need to apologize! The thing with the show bible got quite out of hand, now that the season is over we can clearly see it was a bunch of circumstantial nonsense. I can talk about it now, enough time and fan fare has passed.

I read it and personally? it sounded like it was mostly assumptions and educated guesses based off the direction Nickolodeon / Mattel are going in matters like diversity & inclusion. Not really something that a show staff would write.

I think everyone was HOPING Clawdeen and Howleen would still be related (I was too) but honestly? after the secret dimensional crap they pulled with Clawd & then finding out her mom was still alive, the likelihood of Clawdeen having a 3rd surprise relative she wasn't aware of became more and more unlikely.

I don't really care for the cultural consultant they hired to over-see this season. While the concern of "all monsters of a certain ethnicity assuming to be related" IS a valid concern, I don't think it applies to the wolf pack. In fact I think it brings up way more and weirder questions / implications than the one they are trying to fix.

So now that we know Howleen is not related to Clawd & Clawdeen what does this mean for Howleen? is she no longer black now? they said Hexican heritage so I'm assuming Howleen is no longer black and she is now only Mexican. I take bigger issue with them erasing Howleen's blackness than encouraging this obscure & ancient stereotype that "people of the same ethnicity would all be related" or is she ALSO mexcian and black? it's POSSIBLE for 2 different interracial families to have kids in the same area / school / grade. it's just not very likely. As a mixed person myself I take issue with this... I know lots of half Puerto Ricans in my state but I'm one of three who's Puerto Rican AND Irish and none of us are in the same age range. I don't think the wolf pack encouraged any negative stereotypes because we saw other black kids and other werewolves. it's not a problem to view them all as related IF they are in fact related. There's nothing wrong with having a big family either. Harry Potter did it with the Weasley's there's 7 children in the family but no one said it was encouraging negative stereotypes about redheads.

I love G3 I really do, it's mostly done positive things for the brand and the characters we love. But every once in awhile they kinda shoot themselves in the foot while trying to avoid something they do something way, way worse. for example in this generation they're trying to "tone down" mentions of death because they said it's too depressing for modern kids and Shea has also gone on record saying that monsters like Zombies and Ghosts aren't the remnants of dead humans, they were born monsters. Which is all well and good but then they still do things that only dead creatures do - like Vampires drinking blood - the reason they do it is because their blood cannot sustain life or Zombies eating brains, why do they still need brains if they're a complete being? and where are the brains coming from? Ghoulia made an entire loaf of Whole Brain Bread in the first season of the Nickolodeon show, brains came from someone. So someone somewhere died to provide those brains and if they're not real brains they why are we calling them brains? why not just have it be pink nutrient mush!?

Because THAT would ruin Ghoulia's cool flesh eating aesthetic, no more Brain Puffs or Cup-O-Brains. (which I personally love & I hope they never stop doing this)

See the logistical nightmare that one change created!? If no one has ever died, where is all the dead stuff coming from!? Frankie is literally made out of corpses, why is that okay!? Because their donor parts died a long time ago!? What is the cut off for how long someone has to be dead before we can joke about using their body parts to create a new person!? They have Frida Kahlo's arm and Frida died 70 years ago.

Making Howleen not related to our main wolf pack did something similar. it's created a logical nightmare that I am confident Shea and her crew do not want to answer for because "it's not plot relevant" but it's relevant to us, the fans, we're the only ones who care.

I don't like it and I think their cultural consultant is needlessly walking on egg shells. I don't feel this concern was all that much of a prominent issue with Clawdeen's family during the previous generations - if anything the fans spent WAY more time denying her being black than anything else and Mattel's flat out refusal to give her natural textured hair supported this theory. But at least G3 is trying to correct this... they need to try harder though, a few braids and baby hairs aren't going to cut it I NEED Clawdeen to have some puffs, corn rows or a whole head of braids. (stop putting blonde in her hair mixture while you're at it!) I do not like that Hoween is no longer part of our wolf pack but I guess it's better than her being written out of the series completely.

Sorry I kinda went on a tangent there, but I assume these in depth thoughts are why you guys ask me these kinds of questions to begin with.

#monster high #clawdeen wolf #mattel #monster high nickelodeon

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