#knowing that was her and not just some random other white actor in a bad costume definitely elevated my experience

[corbinite]

I'm watching S2 of twin peaks and every single thing that Donna does is stressing me the FUCK out, even the things that are completely inconsequential

[max1461]

Everybody does the exact same stupid shit. That white nationalist anon I was getting a while ago would send me story after story of some random black guy or immigrant committing a violent crime against a white person. Well, yeah, people are violent, you're gonna find those if you go looking for them. And there's a lot of racial animosity in the world, so you'll even find racially charged ones if you go looking! No shit, Sherlock. We could play this game all day. You find me a news story of a black guy killing a white guy, I find you a news story of white guy killing a black guy. This does no one any good.

TERFs are identical. News story after news story of a trans woman raping somebody. Yeah, the world is an awful place and people rape each other. I can find you a news story of a cis woman raping a teenage boy and getting three months in jail. I can find you a news story of a cis mom killing her disabled kid cause they're too much work. But I don't want to. The world sucks shit, why gorge yourself on the tragedy?

Zionists come up with news story after news story of pro-Palestinian/BDS/whatever protestors being antisemitic. Yep. A lot of people out there hate Jews. And there has been a genuine rise in antisemitism since the Oct. 7th attack, and that's awful. There are no excuses for that. Do you know what else has happened since then? The Israeli military has slaughtered tens of thousands of Palestinians, including huge numbers of innocent civilians—men, women and children.

People are often terrible to each other. Welcome to Earth. If you go looking for bad actors in a big enough group, you are guaranteed to find them. How about this. What about all the black people who didn't kill a white little girl? What about the black little girls? What about their hopes and dreams? What about their chance at life? What about all the trans women who didn't rape anybody in a bathroom? What if they just want to go about their lives, without constant public scrutiny of what genitals they have (as a cis woman, can you empathize with that? Constant public scrutiny of what you're doing with your genitals?). What about the 30,000 Palestinians who have been killed, and the 70,000 who have been displaced from their homes?

Fear has made you a monster. Fear has driven you to demand slaughter and oppression of innocent people because they look like guilty people you read about on the news, and since they look the same to you, you feel fearful—how can you tell whether these are the innocent ones or the guilty ones? Best to oppress and slaughter them preemptively just to be safe. I am here to tell you that this twisted logic of self-defense does not hold. I do not care if you feel safe—I do not care if you are safe—if the cost of your safety is innocent life. The world is a risky place. I am not going to deny that. Horrible things could happen to any of us. If we go around preemptively attacking other over it, we do not make it a bit better. And, needless to say, danger comes from everywhere, from every group of human beings, and oppressing the people who make you nervous will not, in fact, deliver you from danger. It just makes you a monster.

[verlierer-is-lost]

I have been wanting to talk about this for a while, especially since I keep seeing it on Twitter

For the most part, I agree with this tweet. I struggle to make the PJO cast look like themselves. It’s really important to get those features right. That being said, we also have to remember that a good chunk of the PJO fan artists are inexperienced artists. While there are a lot of artists who are just flat out racist, there’s also the group of artists who have a harder time drawing from life. I’ve seen so many amazing artist who clearly know how to draw black people, but their Annabeth fanart still doesn’t look like Leah.

No hate to the op, again I think she’s right to an extent, but it is so frustrating seeing mainly non artists saying this. And there are so many people in the comments saying “it’s so easy” when it really isn’t. Drawing from life is a skill that comes with practice. And whether you know how to draw black people or not, you’re probably going to have a tough time drawing any of the PJO cast if you don’t have that skill. Thankfully tho, there are a few simple ways you can improve on drawing from like:

I have some notes for Walker and Leah specifically, just because I think they’re the hardest to get right. (I know this probably seems creepy, but it’s so helpful to look at refs) This is all basic info you can find anywhere, it’s not revolutionary or anything

Walker:

-The eyebrows to me are the most important part. They’re much darker, and close to his eyes.

-He also has a pretty straight nose. Drawing him with a button nose will make him look like a random white blond boy

Leah:

-Again, the eyes and eyebrows are pretty important. Her eyebrows are thin and long. And her eyes have shadows underneath(plus she kinda has doll like eyes)

-round face

To show what I’m talking about, I did a quick doodle of Leah from reference. For me personally, when I draw from life I like to pick out a few distinct features that makes them feel real. It’s pretty bad because again I’m not the type of artist to typically draw from life, which is why art study’s can be super helpful to spend time on.

I really dislike when non artist complain about what fan artists are doing. We do this for free, in our free time, for a community that we love. But I also think it’s important to LISTEN TO CRITIQUES. If someone is telling you your Annabeth fanart is too light, you need to listen. As much as I agree with OP that this is predominantly a Leah issue, it isn’t just Leah. I can see throughout the fandom that a lot of artists are having a hard time drawing the characters(and I’m one of them). The PJO fandom has not had real people to base their drawings off of until two years ago, which is probably the reason a lot of us are having trouble with it. Even outside of this fandom I have a hard time with this. It took so much practice for me to get Alex and Henry right from RWRB, and I still can barely draw Henry 😭

Even some of the most experienced artist have difficulty drawing from life, again it’s a skill that takes practice. Anytime you see PJO fanart that actually looks like the actors, it’s probably because they just have more practice, or they’re more experienced artists.

I’m honestly having a hard time finding what OP is talking about when she said “artists draw Annabeth as a random black girl while referencing Walker for Percy” I was looking through saved work of other Percabeth fanart, and I see the same issue for Walker. I don’t doubt that there is work out there she’s referring to, I just can’t find it myself.

Sorry if this was a garbled mess of a post. I know it was really long, but hopefully this can help some artists to pick up on distinct facial features and replicate it in their own artwork. Trust me, as an artist I know it isn’t easy, but practice will always help. Best thing about being an artist is there’s always room for improvement

(Also don’t forget to give Leah black features 👍🏽)

[sadlynotthevoid]

One of those AU wiki reaction fics where the top quote on OG! Cale's page is:

"Maybe if i keep lying, I'll eventually trick myself too." - Cale Henituse, at age 15

or some other age idk

seems like good angst potential

I'm of the opinion that Og!Cale actually tries to be honest to himself as much as he can to avoid believing into his own act. But I can see him saying this refering to his own state. Like:

He's looking at his giant mirror in his bathroom, staring at his own reflection. His vision is too blurry to see himself clearly. He stares for a moment. A minute, ten minutes. Trying to force that paper pale and red colors to form into someone else's image. Someone else's memory. But—

He doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember how she looked like. How she smiled or what expressions she made. He barely remembers her voice. How did she use to say "I love you"? Did she used "sweetie" like other parents do? Or was something else?

He doesn't know.

The only memory he can bring out with that horrible white and more, more bloody red— He doesn't want to think on that.

It's okay.

"It's okay." He repeates to the mirror and himself.

"I'm fine." It sounds fake even to himself. That's fine too. He's a good actor, a better learner. He just has to say it until it sounds right. And then, well...

"Maybe if I keep lying, I'll eventually trick myself too."

He blinks. The water falls and the image now mirrors his own.

"Ah."

Turns out, there was really bloody red.

Is this angsty enough for you? To be honest, angst is easier to write for me, but I prefer low levels of angst (unless I'm in a Mood™) because sometimes it makes me a bit anxious. Like, "hurry up, someone help him/her/them. Ahhhhh. I don't want them to end bad :((((" sort of feeling.

Back to the wiki react thing, have you ever thought how strange it would be a TV Tropes page react fic? Some tropes are really not what you think, others are exactly what it says and others have just strange names.

Also, the random mix of information there. Sometimes you het a detailed description, sometimes it's just a "x character is this to y" and no more explanation.

I just think it would be fun.

[unserenedreaming]

HOTD WRITERS I AM IN YOUR WALLS

This episode pissed me off in more ways than one:

To start us off, the very first scene. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew the writers would never make that crazy Blackwood boy our beloved Bloody Ben. When I saw the subtitle name as 'Davos Blackwood' I won't lie, I prayed it was one of the other Blackwood lads behind him. But then he spoke again, and again it said Davos. WHO. THE. FUCK. IS DAVOS. The only Davos' I know are the onion knight and the third and final husband of Nymeria of Ny Sar. Now I'm worried we're gonna get Mary Sue Blackwood instead of our glorious Black Aly. One minute into the episode and I already wanted to die.

Rhaenys being this cautious little mouse when in the books she was ready to fly and die for Rhaenyra and supported Joffrey as the next lord of the tides. Her recharacterization is an utter disservice, since I know Eve Best would have killed it as canon Rhaenys.

Ormund being called Aegon's uncle instead of Aegon's cousin. But this isn't surprising seeing as how last episode Otto called Jaehaerys his grandson instead of his great-grandson. Lazy writing to the T.

Ulf the White saying he was the son of Baelon the Brave. Baelon, who turned away his own very beautiful sister because he mourned the death of his sister-wife his entire life, just slept with some random Kingslanding girlie. Like no. Ulf the white was originally a dragonseed on Dragonstone, and thought to be a grandson of Jaehaerys through Jaehaerys sleeping with a woman, and Ulf being the child of Jaehaerys's bastard. Baelon would never. And Ulf's characterization is confusing. He has stated he's a diehard Rhaenyra and Jace stan, which is nice I guess, but it makes his

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

betrayal down the line all the more confusing. Or is the first battle of Tumbleton also going to be a 'mistake'?

And, of course, the meeting in the Sept. Perhaps one of the dumbest things I've ever had to watch. Why would the Queen of Westeros risk her life to have a little chat with the woman who helped steal her throne? The fact that she was able to just waltz in and sit down next to the dowager queen is ridiculous, even with her being in a Septa costume she probably bought from ye old Spirit Halloween. I know it was supposed to show Rhaenyra feeling reaffirmed as Viserys's heir and to show Alicent realizing she mighta fucked up, but the entire concept of the two of them meeting feels like fanfiction. Utter tomfoolery.

One of the few things I did like was Ser Gwayne Hightower, and that's only because he is also sus of Cole. He's the only bitch in that faction I have even a modicum of respect for. Well, him and Helaena, but mostly I just pity her. I also liked seeing Milly again, that was a fun surprise. Daemyra ain't dead y'all. Love survives.

To round out this angry post: all my hate goes to the writers, not the actors. They're just doing the best they can with the scripts they've been given. If you hate on/harass the actors you're as bad as the writers.

Thanks for reading my rant. Love y'all.

[i-am-vita]

A Night at Loguetown

A Bogard x FemOcReader Oneshot

+ 7,700 words Looong, I don't know what the hell happened here.

👉 My Masterlist, Oc Ghost Rose Masterlist

Fic based on my OPLA hot older guys headcanons. Just a little angsty love for the five Bogard fans out there. Shot out to those who wanted some Phantom Captain content.

Summary: 8 years ago you had to go into hiding with your little niece to protect her after the demise of your entire stranded family. During the process to claim her as your ward, you meet again with the man whose heart you broke along with yours when you ran away from the life your family had decreed for you. Warnings: Some swearing. Mention of family loss. Bittersweet, things may get angsty. Mention of drinking. Light NSFW, no smut but implicit sex. Definitely angsty ending. Expect: They have History... and not just Bogard and Reader. Lovers to Strangers to Lovers. Idiots in Love who won't talk things out. Lost Chance. Use of You, not Y/N. FemOcReader, fem pronouns. Bad english, consistent time tenses not detected.

Any other warning or expectation you detect, let me know.

Really, dear showrunners had no business hiring such a young handsome actor for Bogard. I accept no complaints.

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8 years ago...

Poorly. You had thought of this poorly.

You've made a career in white collar robbery and piracy by planning and being prepared for every eventuality. You didn't enter a room without a full plan of action and at least three escape routes.

But all those years of pirate life went to hell the moment you heard of the ultimate demise of your entire estranged family. So when you knew of the survival of your niece and where she had been sheltered after the shipwreck, you had to make an effort not to zoom into the Loguetown Marine Base in a frenzy that would rival Kuro's during one of his bloodlust nights.

Still, you charged through the main door and into the hallways with such a pose and authority that the guards took a while to realize you weren't an Officer or even a Marine at all, despite your pristine two-piece cream suit.

Really, the pencil skirt and heels should have been a clue.

"I shall talk with the captain in charge of this base!" You demanded while looking in your pockets for the permission with the appointment when intercepted by two guards who didn't take kindly to being bossed by a random civilian woman and rudely grab your arm. "Get your paws off me!"

In an instant, you had the first guard on his knees in a painful joint lock, his twisted arm being held by your right hand, your fingers pressing certain paralyzing points on his flesh. Your left was preparing to deflect the baton of the second one when a scabbard appeared and intercepted the weapon, sending it flying with the smallest of flourishes along with the guard who ended up crashing against the wall.

Your eyes followed the length of the scabbard to the figure of a man dressed in a formal gray suit with the white coat of a high rank Marine Officer, a gray fedora obscuring the features of his face.

Suddenly you were aware of the situation you found yourself into, bursting into a Marine Base and technically attacking an officer, with absolutely no escape route or back up since you practically jumped the ship as soon as you docked.

Then, the man in the fedora raised his face and the world stopped spinning for a second.

Oh, fuck...

Because of all the Marine Bases in all the Blues, you had to storm into the one he was stationed.

"Rick?"

Bogard had heard some Marines calling for a person but it had been the feminine voice speaking with such authority that stopped him in his tracks.

He turned the corner of the hallway in time to witness a guard rudely grabbing the arm of a well dressed woman while spitting words unfitable for a respectable Marine towards a civilian, let alone a lady.

"What the..." He heard the Vice Admiral who was turning himself while you immobilized the guard.

In an instant, Bogard had advanced towards the conflict and got rid of the second guard with a flourish of his still sheathed sword.

A heavy silence followed as he heard his first name from your lips. Nobody had called him anything but his family name since he had enlisted in his youth. Since you.

Your name too escaped his mouth in disbelief. His eyes widened as they traveled up and down your figure, taking note of your polished appearance but, more shocking, your martial pose.

You were never a fighter. Even from the short time you spent together in your youth it was clear you lack the ability to put on a fight. And here you were, ten years later, having blossomed into this stunning woman capable of dealing with a fully trained man bigger than you with only your non-dominant hand. In a skirt and heels.

It's not that you had been pinning over the memory of your first love all these years. You've lived the life you chose without regrets and had your own share of lovers through the time. But it had been an emotional amount of weeks with the memories of your beloved sister and previous life haunting you even in your sleep.

And with the memories of past times, inevitably came him and the day you broke both of your hearts…

The throat clearing of his boss brought both of you out of your reverie.

"Ejem... Madam, would you be so kind as to release the Ensign." You heard the heavily accented voice of an older man in full white suit and Marine coat pointing to the guard who still remained immobilized by your left hand.

I'll be damned... You thought when recognizing Vice Admiral Garp.

You loosen the guard's arm who snatched it and tried to regain his footing while reaching for his baton. A heavy glare from Bogard was enough to freeze him in place.

"Dismissed, Ensigns. You will answer for your manners later." He commanded both guards before returning his gaze back to you.

"... Madam, is there a reason why we shouldn't proceed as protocol for this exchange?" Garp questioned looking from you to Bogard who still remained unable to take his enthralled eyes off of you.

You barely managed to withdraw your eyes from your former suitor to look at his superior when another visitor showed up.

"Excuse me, Vice Admiral Garp, isn't it? May I intercede?" Spoke an elegant gentleman coming from the opposite side of the hallway, being escorted by a couple of guards. Dressed a little over the top with a dark blue three piece suit, a short cape, top-hat and a rapier sword at his hip, the old man looked like he had just come out of a ballroom.

Of course you knew your Captain Erik better. That was his to-go outfit for almost everything not pirate-related. And now he was presenting himself with his real identity to save your sorry impulsive ass.

"Shostakovich Eriksson, from Angel’s Arts and Exports." He introduced himself with an ostentatious curtsy. "I believe my employee has a meeting with the current captain of this base regarding the custody of a certain late Captain Charles’ child." He extended a folded paper accompanied by an ornate business card. The same paper with the appointment you had forgotten in your hurry.

Bogard received the papers and scanned them while Garp looked intensely at the newcomer, like trying to figure out something about him.

"Have we met, Mr. Shostakovich?" With a little gesture of his hand, Bogard showed his superior the card with the full name and rank of the gentleman. “... Duke Shostakovich.” Garp corrected himself.

"I believe we have spoken on the Mushi from time to time..." Your Captain answered enigmatically, giving the Vice Admiral a very particular gaze.

Both assistants looked baffled at their bosses.

You had no idea Captain Erik maintained certain communication with Vice Admiral Garp from all high rank Marine Officers. He tended to avoid them like the plague. Meanwhile, Bogard was sure at that point he knew all of his boss' associates out of the Marine but that gentleman's name had never come up.

Unless it was one of his unsavory contacts only known by a code name...

His sharp gaze went from Duke Shostakovich to you wondering what kind of job you’d do for someone like him. His only clue about what had become of you after breaking your courtship was a very recycled story from your family of you going away to be an artist against their wishes and cut all ties with them… and himself.

“A nasty situation.” Garp finally spoke. “Captain Charles was an exceptional Marine. Still, we are used to losing even the best of us, but his family too?” A pregnant pause. “I’m sorry for your loss, Madam.”

“Thank you, Vice Admiral.”

“Let's put behind this little misunderstanding. We have an appointment after all.” Suggested Eriksson signaling the hallway that led to the Base Captain’s office and making a small salute by bringing a hand to his top-hat as a farewell sign.

You were about to turn around when the Vice Admiral voice called for your Captain.

“Your Grace, may I have a word in private?”

A look of panic filled your face at the prospect of being left alone with the man who once asked for your hand so many years ago.

“... Why not?” Was your Captain’s answer.

Well, fuck.

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Garp extended the glass of whisky he had just served from the local Captain’s stash to the elegant gentleman and served himself a second.

“... Really, Erik, a Duke?” He asked finally after assessing his counterpart.

The Phantom Captain made a small shrug that did little to alter his perfect sitting pose while sipping his whisky.

“You never asked about my real identity.”

Garp sighed heavily and drank his whole whisky in a go.

From all the things he expected to uncover after Captain Charles and his family’s perish, the identity of one of his oldest associates was not in the list. While his acquaintanceship went as far as The God Valley Incident thirty years ago, when Garp teamed up with Roger and his allies to fight off the Rocks Pirates, their formal arrangement started as recently as after the execution of the King of Pirates. As a last gesture, Roger had shared with him the contact of his main informant, the elusive Phantom Captain, just in case he needed something. Since then, his exchange of information was limited to Den Den Mushi calls and the occasional meet with the mysterious masked figure.

“And why now? After all these years…”

“I've learned to go with the current when the unexpected happens. Would you rather me to deny everything and leave you suspecting with all these other dubious facts around the former Captain of this base?”

“And about your little assistant?” The Vice Admiral inquired about the pretty lass that had single handed immobilized one of their officers and had his subordinate so entranced.

“Ah, that information is not up to trading. She’s been like another daughter to me and her secrets are her own.” The threat was evident in Eriksson’s tone. Garp understood, he himself was protective of his underlings too, no matter how old and experienced they were.

“Funny thing, I was considering giving you a call as long as I was out of here. What information do you have about Captain Charles?”

“Native of somewhere in the New World. No registered relatives. Surprisingly wealthy young man. Enlisted at 21 years old under your personal tutelage. A meteoric career. Married at 26 to the eldest stepdaughter of late Admiral Thorne. Very low profile since then.” Eriksson kept enlisting the many accomplishments of his assistant’s brother-in-law. “Recently promoted to Loguetown Base… Killed a month ago during a raid at the ship that transported him and his family to his new residence. No survivors except for his only child.”

“Officially, that was an accident.” Grunted Garp tightening his hand around the glass. It had been frustrating to be asked by the upwards to let the case be archived as a shipwreck and brushed under the carpet.

“... That’s new.”

“Fresh from this morning.”

“Oh? They found out the culprit, didn’t they?”

“Not to my knowledge. What do you have?”

“Uhm… Didn’t you ever wonder about your former pupil's family name?”

“Are you calling a family feud? But no, no registry of his family.” Garp considered this new angle for a second. Marines hardly have any ties to their families once enlisted. Orphanhood being a most common occurrence. “Charles…” Understanding finally entered the Vice Admiral's mind. “No way.”

“Alleged fifth son, expelled and erased from the family records at 19 years old. Managed to steal a large amount of treasure before disappearing. What he took that was so valuable they were after him all these years and how they finally found him remains unknown.”

“Treasure or not, that would make that little girl the grandchild of…” The Phantom Captain made an affirmative nod. “No wonder they were eager to send her somewhere hidden and secure.”

“To send her…”

“The child was sent to a secure location when it was apparent the claiming process by her aunt was going to take a longer time than anticipated.” Eriksson’s left eye twitched in annoyance at not having been privy to that knowledge.

Like you would’ve said: well, fuck.

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The insistent tic of a nearby clock marked the pass of seconds since both older men had entered the small office an overeager Captain had borrowed, leaving their younger underlings at the small and empty waiting room.

Bogard’s gaze almost hadn't left your figure since the moment he caught sight of you, feeling like a caress in its intensity, leaving you flustered like that young debutante in his first ball that you were once.

"You look good." His words broke the heavy silence, finally addressing you for the first time in ten years.

"Thank you…” You found the courage to take your attention off the clock and back to your former beau. Time had certainly suited him turning that young promising officer barely out of teenaging that you were so enamored with in your late teens into this earnest and dashing man. “... I like your hat."

An unamused chuckle followed your remark. Bogard diverted his face to the side while taking a step towards you before returning his intense dark gaze to you again.

“... Are pleasantries all that’s left of us?”

Bogard had thought himself prepared to face you. After the death of his dear friend Charles with his wife and in-laws, it was obvious there was only one person to take care of their surviving child and the family's inheritance. With Vice Admiral Garp in charge of the investigation, it was inevitable that your paths cross again.

But a week passed, and then two. A solicitor from a private firm assured them you were on your way. More weeks… And just on his last day ashore, you stormed into the Loguetown Base, assaulting the first guards who dared to stop you from your meeting, looking all proper and polished with a Duke as your benefactor.

He was prepared to face the girl that had rejected his hand, he was not ready for the stunning woman that arrived instead.

“I didn’t believe there was an us left after...”

“After you ended it all?” The accusing tone was evident in his low voice, something that was expected. What you didn’t expect was the pang of longing in your heart when another step brought him closer to you, enough that, if you dared to uncross your arms, you could raise your hand to touch his clean shaven jaw and discover if it felt as soft as it looked.

“I understand if you’re still angry at me, but this is hardly the time…”

“There hasn’t been a time in ten years.” He spat coldly. “I looked for you. I asked and asked again but nobody would tell me a damn thing. Sometimes I wondered if you were still alive…”

Those first years after your departure were a torture to Bogard. Wondering where he went wrong for you to reject him and leave so suddenly. What befalled to you? Where you safe? Did you even make it to where you were supposed to?

“Because nobody knew.” You fought to keep your voice low in vain. “I didn’t want to be found. I didn’t want anything to do with that life anymore.” It had taken you years to finally dare to contact your sister, a fact she had sworn to keep a secret. Still, not even she would have been capable of pinpointing your location.

“... Was the prospect of marrying me so daunting?” Were his affections not enough for you? He knew his heritage was not nearly as much as your family may have wanted but his promising career and friendship with your brother-in-law were considered adequate enough when he asked for their permission to court you.

“It wasn’t. That’s what scared me the most. You were ready to reject the Vice Admiral’s promotion to stay with me and I was suffocating at the idea of a life like my mother and my sister.”

There it was, you’ve finally said it out. You both had your own dreams and ambitions before meeting each other, how were you so ready to let it all go wasted after mere months together?

“You were my first love, you still are the only man I’ve ever loved…”

You knew you never loved Shanks as more than the best of friends even if your on and off relationship had been the longest of all; Kuro had been a lie, a master manipulator that knew how to twist your affections and the memory of your first love to his interests; Buggy was a pretty eyes nuisance, it was just one time and you were wasted drunk after dumping Kuro. But Bogard? You may have been just a teen but your regard towards him was still one yet to be surpassed, and it was precisely its intensity that scared you off.

To hear that confession from your lips after so many years was like a balm to Bogard’s heart. His hand raised almost on its own volition towards your face, his fingers barely grazing your cheek when your next words halted his movement.

"... but we were too young.” You added in a defeated tone. “We knew very little of each other when we were together all those years ago and now… it’s just too late. We have our lives. I'll go with my niece soon and you to your next commission. If we leave it this way we may remember the good of those days as happy as they were instead of the tragedy that brought us today.”

Bogard wanted to punch himself for his idiocy. Here you were, dealing with the sudden demise of your family, changing your entire life that you had made for yourself to take care of an orphan child you barely knew. And here he was demanding and complaining for his ten year old unresolved feelings towards you like the sulking teenager he once was.

An apology was already forming on his lips when the office door finally opened letting out Garp and Eriksson who regarded their younger assistants with equal looks of bewilderment at their closeness.

You backed away to a proper distance, knowing that whatever time life may have offered you with your old flame was gone.

“Farewell, Lieutenant.” You made polite curtsy like those you were taught in your youth.

“Madam…”

Bogard brought your hand gallantry towards his lips in a goodbye kiss. His dark eyes never leaving yours. You let out a small gasp, soft red lips slightly opened like begging for a proper kiss akin to the one he couldn’t give you the first time you went away from him.

Sad eyes followed the figure of the Vice Admiral Second while both Marines walked away into the hallway.

“So… that was The Guy.” Eriksson murmured in a teasing tone. You could feel the blush taking over your cheeks. It had been years since you shared the story of your first love at a drinks night with your crew. You didn’t think he would remember.

At that moment, the current Captain of the base called you into his office to start the process you were called upon.

“So… that was The Lass.” Garp murmured to his second. Bogard cleared his throat uncomfortably, not letting his mask of stoicism drop from his face.

How could Garp forget all those years ago when the best of his young former cadets, freshly promoted to Petty Officer and ready to be permanently assigned to his ship, almost left everything for the hand of a pretty lass? A pretty lass that displayed a little more common sense by rejecting the proposal and returning his prize pupil to his original ambitions.

Garp knew it had been a bitter pill but the life of a Marine rarely left time for personal attachments and romance. Most officers ended up having few contact with their families and significant others until the relationships cooled down into mere acquaintanceships.

Eriksson's little assistant had made the right call and for that Garp respected her. Enough to make a small concession for a day, even if it came years in the after.

“All is in order to set sail with the first tide in the morning.” The Vice Admiral commented after several minutes of silence while the pair exited the base, heading to the docks.

“Aye, sir. All permits have been signed.”

“Good, good. Let’s take the rest of the day off.”

“Sir?”

“Life's too short to not enjoy a nice free evening when it shows up so unexpectedly.” The older man gave his younger companion a significant look. “I may look for a nice place to dine, call upon some acquaintances if they’re still around. See you on the morrow, my lad.” Garp gave a friendly path over his collaborator's shoulder and parted away leaving a very astonished Bogard.

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Bureaucracy was the worst.

Paperwork filling, walking from office to office, and explaining time and time again why it had taken you a month to arrive at Loguetown to fulfill your new responsibility as the only direct heir of your family and ward of your niece.

“You try to cross from the other fucking side of the Grand Line in less than a month…” You would think bitterly.

“Do not mistake the tardiness of my First Assistant as apathy toward her duty.” The Duke would supply, detecting the signs of stress over the fidgety of your fingers. “My dukedom is not around the next island and the Grand Line is not smooth sailing on the best of days.”

The presence of the Duke and the lies of your parents over your disappearance had worked well on your behalf. The fact your sister kept the carefully edited letters you sent her from time to time over the years and your personal Den Den Mushi contact helped too. That’s how the family lawyer had found you.

You were yet to be taken with your niece. They won’t even tell you where she was and that was the worst. Was she injured? Scared? Was somebody with her or did they keep her alone in some hide room for her own sake?

“All papers are in order…” The Marine Lawyer finally declared to you and the solicitor from the family that had taken your niece, a kind lamb-look-alike gentleman that introduced himself as Mr. Merry. “Miss Thorne may lay claim over the child as her legal tutor at any moment from now.”

“Excellent.” Claimed happily Mr. Merry offering to shake your hand. “I'm so glad this matter was finally settled. I don’t know how many more days I would be allowed to wait at Loguetown for the legal procedures.”

“And I deeply apologize for the delay, Mr. Merry. It has not been the easiest of transitions.” You said to the lamb-man.

“Of course, and I am deeply sorry for your loss, Madam. Your sister and her family were greatly appreciated by my employers and rest assured you and your niece are welcome as many times as you wish at their state. Their daughter, Miss Kaya, would be delighted to have her dear friend close.”

It relieved you to know that your niece was well cared for among family friends and arranged with Mr. Merry to set sail to Syrup Village in your respective ships the next day after brunch.

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The sun was low in the sky when you and Eriksson finally walked out of the Base. The weary sight of you gaining a concerned look from your Captain.

You were one of his best assets on the field, steady and fast when retrieving any information he may be after, your knowledge and culture toward appraising any of his retrieved pieces of art and treasures remarkable, your leading as his First Officer for the last years outstanding, but your patience towards more polite intercourses runs thin. Added the emotional turmoil of the last month and your recent encounter with whom he assumed was your first love… He knew you were ready to snap.

“What was all that with the Vice Admiral?” You asked suddenly.

“Dunno. What was all that with the Vice Admiral’s handsome subordinate?” A small smile finally appeared on your lips at your Captain Erik’s antics. “Where do you think all those assignments to acquire intel from Marine Bases came from?”

“...  You've got to be kidding me.”

Would there ever be a day when the Phantom Captain didn’t leave you stunned with a random fact about his mysterious acquaintanceships?

An hour later, you were still munching the new information about Vice Admiral Garp and Captain Erik’s association. Does that mean Bogard would be privy to the same information? Would his superior share the identity of the Phantom Captain with him? He looked as surprised as you at Garp’s assessment of the Duke when he introduced himself. Would Bogard judge the fact you ran away from your engagement to end up becoming the same thing he fought against? That you were the Ghost Rose?

“Stop, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears. If dad thought it acceptable to share his identity with the Vice Admiral it means he’s legit and won’t snitch on him.” The soft voice of Raoul tried to serene your thoughts.

“For once, it’s not the well being of the Captain that concerns our dear rose, is it?” Added Carlotta between sips of her pink cocktail.

“Ohhh, more like some tall, noir and handsome Lieutenant in a fedora.” Purred Meg giving you a nudge.

You drank your glass of sweet red wine in a go to have something to blame for the subtle blush on your cheeks. After you came back from your appointment at the Marine Base, your crew decided a farewell night of drinks was due. It had been during one of your first bonding over drinks night that you had shared the story of your first love and how you came to be where you were with them. You couldn’t believe they still remembered but that’s what you get when you deal with a crew who thrive in collecting intel from all the seas.

“Hey, if you need the night to sort things out, we won't hold it against you. I know these past weeks haven’t been easy.” Murmured Carlotta, giving your hand a friendly grip.

Your crew knew that while you loved them to death, you were also a person who valued more alone time when something plagued your thoughts.

That’s how you found yourself wandering the streets of the city of your youth, letting your feet guide you wherever they desire.

From your vantage point on a stone bridge, you could sight The Angel of Music at port, captain Erik’s favorite vessel, where you had been sailing for the past years.

It was ironic that, from all the crews sailing the seas, you ended working for an extravagant Duke posing as a Pirate Captain.

“Nobility was suffocating me. I could no longer live among the fake and lies of the World Government so I decided to run away to discover the secrets of the world.” Your captain had shared with you when you asked him why he had chosen you as a protegee among the Red Hair Pirates. “Your Redhaired boyfriend was raised in this Pirate World and has all the intention of living and dying in it. We had a very different upbringing. Life has a way of finding us and pushing us back where we come from, one way or another. So we, upper runaways, should stick together. We have better odds to face the comeback side by side.”

How forewarning have been the Duke’s words. Your old life had indeed found you and dragged you back where you started.

Your eyes catched the sight of the Marine Vessel captained by Vice Admiral Garp. Small figures in white running up and down, ensuring their evening chores, preparing to depart at first light in the morning and, hopefully, with it the memory of your encounter with your first love.

You turned from the view of the port and kept walking the polished and well kept streets of Loguetown, lost in your head among memories and ghosts of the past but sure of the certainty of your decision. You’ll go the next day to meet with Mr. Merry’s employers who had taken your niece temporarily under their wing. Whether she wants to go living with you to your birth town or both stay in Syrup Village with her friend, your life would change irrevocably. Again.

You found the square following the melody of string instruments. More like a hidden corner between the tall elegant buildings. A little cafe spreaded its product’s scent on the air along with the bread, cheese and spices of the adjacent diner. A few young Marine cadets and civilians occupied tables and benches, enjoying the still warm weather of the late afternoon and the ocean view.

A small band at the corner played soft tunes to which some couples danced at the center of the square.

You love dancing. It was the only joy you found among the insipid upper class you were dragged to after the second marriage of your mother in your infancy. You wanted your little town by the sea back, the seasonal festivals full of lively music and food, the narrow shabby streets with intimate corners such as this one…

You were brought out of your reminiscence by the silent approach of the same gentleman that plagued your thoughts earlier. His stoic countenance softened by the smallest of smiles while his eyes roamed your figure now free of your previous formal wear and encased in a fitting black lace dress.

After your exchange of words that morning, Bogard had thought you gone for good again. Dread filling him at his inability to express the longing for you in his heart. So many years of putting on a facade of soldierly professionalism had taken its toll and it had been tough to let himself be vulnerable with another again. He had gone defensive over your candor at addressing your past courtship and inexperience in dealing with the fervor of your affection toward one another.

The dismissal of his superior for the rest of the day gave him hope to set things right between you. He knew what the bureaucratic processes entailed so he was left with time to seek one of his favorite places for the very few occasions when he had had a free evening in the city and freshen himself up, but he couldn’t resist calling upon some favors to obtain some information about this Duke Shostakovich.

There was something about all that earlier interaction that wouldn’t let him be.

Hours later, he hadn’t come with anything that seemed dubious enough. Duke Shostakovich had had a clean business since he had claimed his title and current lands; his islands were a safe haven in the Grand Line for both his subjects and refugees. Nobody had dared to fight his territories, some islands near him even asked for his protection. If it wasn't for his philanthropic image and lack of expansionist ambition, he could be considered an equal to the Emperors of the New World… And have you been working for him all these years? Doing what exactly?

The sun was already set near the horizon when he was informed through a mutual at the Base that the procedures had finished more than an hour ago and the Duke and his assistant had left.

Bogard cursed his researcher nature for taking so much of his time. In his haste to depart to find you, he left behind his white coat and suit jacket. He was about to go back upstairs for them when a vision of a beauty in a black lace dress crossed his sight.

It was not the first time in the past ten years that he let himself be swayed away by the image of a woman reminiscent of yourself. He had to look twice to ensure that it was indeed you walking in the small square near the inn, regarding the dancing couples with longing.

Years of training made Bogard’s steps almost soundless. He was about to clear his throat to call for your attention when a sudden stiffness took over your back and you turned around. Your left hand moved unconsciously to your thigh where your trusted blades laid sheathed under the fabric of your short dress.

Your eyes danced over the silent approaching figure of the Vice Admiral’s Second. His coat and jacket nowhere to be seen, the cuffs of his shirt rolled over his toned forearms, the gray waistcoat accentuating his lean figure previously hidden by the burlines of his coats.

“Am I under any suspicion to merit this silent approach, Lieutenant?”

“It depends. Have you engaged in suspicious activities recently, madam?” The light jest brought a smile to both former lovers. Oh, if only he knew. “I happen to have a room in this inn.”

“Do you happen to spend many nights at inns?”

“Being in close quarters at sea for weeks can get… tiring. A good night ashore makes wonders.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” You smiled at the memory of your first months at sea. How that first sensation of liberty turned into dread pretty soon. “I was ready to jump overboard and swim to port the first time we spotted land after three weeks at sea.”

It wasn’t the first time that something in your demeanor was off for someone presumably invested in the arts world, starting with your fighting display from earlier. Bogard wasn’t the most connoisseur of the arts trade but something didn’t match...

“You are thinking too loud.”

“May you elaborate, madam?”

“You have that same frown from the first time we met and I asked you to help me hide from my brother-in-law and whoever of his friends he was set to pair me with.” Bogard chuckled at the memory.

By request of your mother, poor Charles was left with the responsibility of introducing you to his most eligible acquaintances during your debut. Bogard already knew of you, having been asked by his friend to dance with you to get rid of his meddling mother-in-law. He didn’t expect to find a kindred spirit in his discomfort of upper social gatherings. Time flew by dancing and conversing with you.

Like that first night, Bogard extended a hand to you in a silent request for a dance. You gave him your own hand in return and let him guide you to the center of the square where other couples danced at the rhythm of the band’s instruments while a female voice sang about a night of romance in a far away city. He followed the familiar steps of the square pattern with ease and grace.

“You haven’t forgotten.”

“What kind of swordsman would I be if I didn’t have a perfect stance and footing.” He repeated his words from that first time you danced when you expressed your surprise over his skilled steps. “About earlier today…” He added after more seconds of swaying. He had a second chance that day to make it right with you. “Please, forgive me.”

“After how I ended everything, I should be the one asking for your forgiveness…”

“No, you were right in walking away from it all. We were too young and I asked too much from you too soon.”

“Let’s not lean on it, we are not those children anymore.”

“Indeed…”

You were right to point out how little you really knew about each other. He was so set in enamored you and made you his that he failed to assess your wishes for the future. While he could recognize and accept the infatuation of his younger self as immature in nature, the memory of your past romance was mixing with the current feelings of a full grown man towards a woman whose beauty and mysterious allure enchanted him.

His hand on your waist tightened until pressing your bodies closer in a sensual move that had nothing to do with those he’d attempted when dancing with you in your youth. Your left temple laid gently against his smooth cheek thanks to the added height of your heels. If he moved slightly, he could taste your lips with his and determine if they were as sweet as he remembered…

His intent was stopped by your retreating body while your head denied his advance.

“Nothing has changed from this morning, Rick. We are still set for different paths tomorrow.”

“There’s still tonight.”

Bogard drew you back to him and the soft sway of your bodies at the slow rhythm of the string instruments. Your traitor body eager for his touch, warmth filling your belly at the prospect… Would it be that bad to let yourself get a taste of what could have been?

“What then, Lieutenant?”

“May I invite you a drink, madam?”

A drink turned to full dine at one of the small tables at the terrace, among longing gazes and soft hands touches, sharing under the candlelights and between sips of wine those parts of your lives safe enough to not break the illusion of normalcy that you wished to enjoy if only for the short time you had…

You didn't mean to stay the whole night in Bogard’s bed, but your body refused to part from his warmth, your face hidden in his neck, the scent of his aftershave still lingering on his skin, his fingertips tracing imaginary lines over your naked back and shoulders leaving delicious shivers.

The first time you were set to retire from his room, but his thoughtful care at cleaning you and ensuring your comfort after your joining made you lure him against you again, and then more until exhaustion finally took over, letting yourself be drawn first to a light slumber and finally pass out in his arms.

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Bogard woke up first after some hours of rest, his body used to rising before dawn after years of life at sea and setting sail with the first light. Reluctantly, he abandoned the softness of your body under the sheets to retrieve both of your clothes from the spots where they have been left behind during the night.

His foot made contact with a cold metal and he remembered the satchel of rose carved blades tied to your left thigh he had uncovered after removing your dress, the carvings combining with those of the rings that adorned both of your middle fingers. A small sight of panic had seized your eyes before he knelt and his skilled fingers got rid of the offending garment to continue his survey of your skin with his lips.

Now his inquiring mind insisted on his suspicions from the day before but why couldn’t there be a simple and innocent explanation? Yes, you worked for a noble dedicated to the arts and philanthropy for years, a Duke whose lands were located in one of the most dangerous regions of the seas. The Grand Line was unforgiving and a death sentence to those who didn’t prepare to deal with its hazards. You had lived in it, probably sailed it regularly as commissioner of your boss’ exports, of course you had hardened and developed fighting abilities to survive…

A soft slide of sheets brought him out of his thoughts to retrieve your possessions and leave them at the feet of the mattress. Your still sleeping form getting restless without his presence beside you.

He continued getting dressed, the Marine in him insistent in departing towards his duty, the man already yearning for your soft skin and the intoxicating flowery scent of your hair but he wanted to respect your decision of letting it be. In the past, he had overseen your wishes, took for granted that your mutual affection was enough to start a life together at the expense of both your dreams and ambitions.

Now he knew better and pondered if with the years he would have gotten restless or resentful toward renouncing Garp’s promotion and be stationed somewhere safe and have a family with you, like his friend Charles had done with his own.

Even when his body burned for you, more now that he had got the opportunity to have you, he could not feel other than grateful for you taking the decision for both to go live your own separate lives all those years ago but… what about now? You had taken the decision to come back from your life to care for your niece and start anew somewhere safe.

Would you be willing to have him in your life again?

Bogard rejected the thought as soon as it formed. What kind of companion would he be to you or even a father figure to your child? Always absent sailing the seas with the constant threat of losing his life in the line of duty. You had already lost a father and a stepfather like that.

No, you were right from the beginning. It was better for you two to go your own separate ways…

You were pulled out of your slumber by the subtle sounds of movement and fabric, your mind too trained to be alert to keep you in sleep anymore even if it recognized the safe space you were in with your companion for the night. Among the shadows of the predawn, you recognized the male figure of your lover getting dressed, the muscles of his back moving enticingly while he put on his white shirt and the rest of his formal wear.

Knowing the farewell was upon you, you rise from the bed and put on your dress, a sudden need to be covered to face Bogard for a last time. You approached silently and touched his shoulder gently, his lack of a sudden reaction indicative of his awareness of you.

“Let me.” You signaled the hastily made knot of his tie and helped him tidy it. His coats and hat remained at the table next to the door, ready to be taken. You couldn’t help taking the gray fedora to place it on his head, your fingers caressing the line of his short hair, down to his forehead, over his elegant nose and lips…

Bogard pulled you towards him for that last kiss he regretted not giving you before. His mouth eager and passionate while his hands roamed the skin of your back still free of the zipper of your dress. Your own hands wandered over his jaw and clothed shoulders, fighting not to tear off the fabric to feel again his warm skin under your fingers.

His tongue nudged gently your lips to deepen the kiss and yours answered in equal fervor. Both trying to convey with your bodies the yearning for a life that was no longer available to you. His eager lips drift down your neck to murmured sweet endearment in your ear between kisses.

“Mia cara rosa, I…”

“No, please, don’t say it.” If you heard him say it out loud you may have broken right there.

He acquiesced and finally pulled away from your embrace. You’ll remember everything happening very quickly from there. You helping him put on his gray coat, white Marine overcoat folded on his arm. You opening the door, Bogard pulling you in for another kiss, you drawing him in for one more… And then he was gone.

You rested your forehead on the dry wood of the closed door, letting out a small whimper and the tears you didn’t dare to spill in the presence of your love for fear of making him doubt your resolve of going separate ways again but…

Would you dare? You wondered while getting properly dressed yourself.

To share with him your true identity as the Ghost Rose, open up about your recent past, the things you have done, even against the World Government and the Marine.

As Garp’s subordinate, would his sense of order and justice be as flexible to accept you in his life? Or would he ask for no explanation and look the other way around to every suspicious detail of your life, letting the secrets accumulate until you drown each other in distrust?

You walked back to your Captain’s ship, silently and slowly, the heels of your shoes the only source of sound in the dark streets before dawn, unsure if in fear or anticipation of finding Bogard waiting for you after all.

The view of the docks greeted you finally, the first lights of the sun coloring the sky in bright pinks while a Marine vessel set sail to the horizon.

You couldn’t help yourself. You ran towards the space Vice Admiral’s ship occupied minutes ago and to the edge where the waves crashed against the concrete, watching the sea taking your love away the same way he saw you go all those years ago... A hand found a place on your shoulder giving it a friendly grip, you turned lighty to see your Captain Erik comforting smile.

Yes, life had dragged you back where you started, but you had people at your side to face the comeback.

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I'm not crying, you are...

Moots and interested people I remember: @fanaticsnail @jintaka-hane @cinnbar-bun @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @holylanguagesbatman @triangularz

[yazzberry]

any excuse to make moodboards...

I just thought I'd share with you my personal visions for this story and the characters I'm going to be writing (honestly, I'll take any excuse to make a mood board), including their birthdays, interests, visual muses, aesthetics, etc. 

If you agree with any of my visions, please let me know in the comments. I'd love to hear all your opinions and head-canons!

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Note: I gave all the characters the same last names as their voice actors (except for Alejandro, since they give us his last name in the show haha).

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Name: Courtney Lucille Barlow Birthday: October 17 (16 years old) (Libra) Interests/Hobbies: speech & debate, volleyball, reading, watching Gilmore Girls and The Vampire Diaries (guilty pleasures), student council, singing (but refuses to join the school choir), playing the piano, watching college vlogs and other youtube videos about college (her dream school is Yale) Visual Muse: (Cindy Kimberly)

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Name: Bridgette Isobel Fairlie Birthday: June 25 (16 years old) (Cancer) Interests/Hobbies: surfing, swimming, marine biology, cooking vegetarian dishes, baking, crocheting (even though she's really bad at it), roller skating, riding on her bike, watching romcoms (she always cries at the happy endings), making candles, leading environmental club Visual Muse: (Sasha Pieterse)

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Name: Gwendolyn (Gwen) Ingrid Fahlenbock Birthday: February 8 (16 years old) (Aquarius) Interests/Hobbies: drawing in her sketchbook, painting, listening to Deftones, making playlists, binging reality TV shows (secretly loves the petty drama), painting her nails twice a week, helps make sets for school plays and stage manages, loves rainy days, smoking weed, messing with her cello, feeding stray cats Visual Muse: (Krysten Ritter)

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Name: Heather Saeko Wilson Birthday: January 11 (16 years old) (Capricorn) Interests/Hobbies: cheerleading, dancing ballet, keeping a following on social media, photography (she'd never admit it but she likes taking more than just selfies), watching sad romance movies and Gossip Girl, shopping, fashion, likes history (it's all just gossip), being around people (doesn't do too well alone, but would never admit it) Visual Muse: (Sandy Diana Bang)

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Name: Duncan Wilder Nelson Birthday: March 30 (16 years old) (Aries) Interests/Hobbies: skating, soccer, tagging graffiti everywhere (especially abandoned buildings), smoking weed, teaching his dog (Petey) tricks, loves late-night drives, listening to grunge rock, watching old movies, playing the drums, secretly likes going to vintage bookstores and record stores, loves a good Oreo McFlurry, secretly really good at math Visual Muse: (Zario Bolanos)

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Name: Geoff Bartol Petronijevic Birthday: December 3 (16 years old) (Sagittarius) Interests/Hobbies: surfing, swimming, wakeboarding, water polo, lacrosse (and is actually really good at it), partying, comedy movies, listening to house music and international music (especially eastern European), cooking for friends, is determined to throw a Project X-level party someday, actually really likes pottery and clay-making Visual Muse: (Brad Pitt)

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Name: Trent Theodore McCord Birthday: April 26 (16 years old) (Taurus) Interests/Hobbies: playing the guitar, listening to all genres of music, watching and reviewing great films (loves Letterbox'd), reading, writing songs and poems, surfing the internet, taking care of his little sisters when his mom isn't home, driving to scenic spots for song inspiration and some peace of mind, working a shift at the local daycare center Visual Muse: (Logan Lerman)

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Name: Alejandro Matías Burromuerto Birthday: August 13 (16 years old) (Leo) Interests/Hobbies: soccer, beach volleyball, singing, student council, theater and drama, posting on social media, flirting with random girls (but never seeing it through), partying, watching black & white films, always seeks to outshine his brother (often doesn't succeed), tutoring others (is really strong in all subjects) Visual Muse: (Xavier Serrano)

friendly reminder that this is all for my story now posted on wattpad and fanfiction.net, ENDGAME.

[officialesmilgram]

perhaps in another life we could’ve known eachother

this is mainly just gonna be es and mu, but it’s platonic, so you can either read it as friendship or a relationship! it’s also slightly long lol

I don’t really write that often, but I wanted to write something!! (it might not be the best, but I was really bored and I couldn’t fall asleep) the story is under the cut!!

“es-san!” mu yelled happily, holding a random bag filled to the brim of candy and other bright snacks. the snacks seemed to be from one of her vacations, as they weren’t in japanese, perhaps french?

“what is it?” es responded blankly, staring at mu’s overbearingly positive face. “I got you a snack from my trip to france! come, I want to give some to you!” mu said, seemingly not minding es’s attitude.

”you know I dont really eat sweets, remember?” es said, it wasn’t that they hated sweets, it was just that once they started eating some, they wouldn’t stop. it was a problem that they were slightly embarrassed to address. “oh come on, please? I bought it for you, you know?” mu put a frown on her face, basically pouting. es sighed. “just one, you hear that? I’m not even sure if I’ll like it..”

“haha, I’m not sure if you’ll want just one after trying it, but sure!” mu’s frown was quickly replaced by a happy smile. what a great actor she is, es thought.

mu hastily picked out a snack for es, and seemed to save some for herself later. she also mentioned giving some to rei one of her friends later. “here, here! try this one! the brand is quite popular in france, you know? so you might like it!”

es looked at the snack she chose. it was a white bag with pinkish red gummies inside. the brand was written in the english alphabet, and es couldn’t quite read english yet. “can you read it?” es asked mu, she knew french, right? mu smiled at es. “of course! It’s called haribo tagada!” when she said the name, she had a slight accent.

mu handed the bag to es. es also noticed a funny looking mascot on the bag. “the mascot.. it’s odd. it looks like a red blood cell. is that on purpose?” mu looked at the bag. “i don’t think it’s on purpose, you’re just over analyzing it, you know?” mu shrugged.

es nodded, slightly annoyed, but oh well. perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad. they opened the bag, (they struggled a bit, but it wasn’t their fault! it was the designers fault, totally..) they started looking at the gummies closely. “why are you inspecting it? it’s not poisoned or anything.” mu said, noticing that they were inspecting the gummies, almost like a health official.

“just.. making sure that you didn’t trick me into eating something dumb.” es said in response; looking at mu instead of the gummies now. mu frowned, albeit a bit playfully. “you know I would never do that, right?” she grinned. es rolled their eyes.

es took a small bite of one of the gummies. to their surprise, it was very sweet. It had a similar texture to marshmallows, yet the center was slightly sweeter than expected, it had a strawberry flavor. it wasn’t stale or dry yet, surprisingly, yet it not being stale made sense. after all, mu had only recently left for her vacation. it was… about 3 or 4 days, and mu had got back only yesterday, if es remembered correctly.

“so? are they good?” mu waited for a response, smiling patiently. “they’re… sweeter than expected. they’re good, I guess.” es scoffed, trying to make it sound that they didnt really care much about the taste.

mu frowned, before she smiled. “you sure? just good?” es nodded, a bit stiffly. she hadn’t noticed, had she? es hoped she didn’t, she would definitely tease them for weeks if she found out. “if you say so..” mu says.

es didn’t seem to notice her grin. she hid it while eating some of the snacks she chose for herself.

“so es…” mu’s voice seemed to trial off, or did it? why couldn’t es hear her? she was right in front of them. their surroundings also started to become fuzzy, as if engulfed in fog.

suddenly es jumped up, but they weren’t with mu anymore. they were in their room, sitting on their chair with paperwork on their desk. they gasped, slightly surprised that the dream wasn’t real. “what.. what an odd dream.” es wondered out loud. no one was in the room, so it didn’t really matter. they looked at their paperwork, they soiled it with ink. “that’s a nuisance... how annoying.” es scoffed. they would probably have to get more paper.

they would also ignore mu prisoner 004for awhile. to get rid of the thought of that dream, which they probably should’ve called a nightmare, now that they think of it.

[superwholockednico]

First time watching the 13th doctor Thoughts

First off, this is my first time getting 'not my doctor' syndrome. I think this may be because all the other doctors were already doctors when I started watching Doctor Who.

(While all of capaldi's seasons weren't out then, I was aware going into the fandom that he was one of the doctors. I also watched all the seasons near consecutively during summer break, so I never had time to be like. Noo I want to watch the last doctor. Because I just wanted to watch more doctor who.)

But this time it was different. I was looking at a lady I knew as an actor (from Chibnall's other work, Broadchurch (my beloved!)) and from her cover of Yellow, of all things.

Perhaps more importantly, I came in knowing many people didn't like her seasons. Which is weird.

Like, it is a weird experience going into a show you love being like. Ok so is it as bad as people say.

I have experience in this. I watched supernatural. (of course) And I was a bit behind on the show, always a handful of seasons behind, so I knew I was heading nowhere good. But with supernatural, you never know when it gets bad (expect the last episode. I know that one is ass). The best episodes are in the worst seasons and the worst seasons sometimes have the best ideas and its a mess. But people (on twitter, especially) gave me this idea that 13's seasons were all worse quality.

It really wasn't.

Now I'm only on season 1, and the timeless child arch is still to come, which I fear as I don't like the concept from what I've heard (i really like the idea of the doctor as just some person fumbling around, hence why I like 12 better than 11). But for now. It's a pretty good show.

The episodes feel very rewatchable to me.

Compared to the much more interconnected stories going on in 11 and 12's run, every episode of season 11 could be watched alone with little explanation. Not that that is better or worse, but it means I can def go back and pick a random episode to rewatch whenever I need.

And It is fun!

Almost every episode in this season was super fun! Obviously they had some more emotionally charged ones ('demons of punjab', 'the battle of ranskoor av kolos' (the finale), and maybe a bit of 'It Take You Away') but overall there were a lot of really fun moments and sites and it was somewhat whimsical at times but not in the same way as 11. The peak example being Kerblam!

The characters were also what made it so fun.

They're a jolly little crew of fellas traveling through space togather. No one feels like the 'main character' (ok Ryan sort of does. Because he started off the show you know, Rose style?). So far, it is Yasmin who feels like the tack on.

Which is funny because the only companion I've heard about at length is Yaz and how great she is and so far I am like, oh yeah, she had a few episodes (Arachnids in the UK and Demons of Punjab). Like I don't really care about her yet. I don't feel connected with her.

You know who I do feel connected/invested in. MY OLD MAN. GRAHAM CRACKER. (not cus he's white, it's a brand guys). i love this old man. I feel for him. I wanted his revenge when he wanted his revenge. I was so happy for him when he was happy that Ryan called him gramps (or whatever he called him). Like I was literally giggling cus he was happy over it and that made me happy cus I was emotionally invested in him!

I liked the idea of Graham before I watched this season actually, due to a reddit post where someone was like, best crossover would be three old men (the 12th doctor and graham and wilf) running around for an episode. And I was like, omg that is an amazing idea.

Okay I need a whole post for the Fam and how I actually love having a little crew in the tardis. Next post it is.

[frasier-crane-style]

So I watched this.

-The opening image is in space, with Anthony Hopkins narrating about the Mother World*, and a wormhole opens that cannot be described as anything other than a Space Pussy. Uhh, Cinema.

*(an unwieldy title for a group of bad guys, so eventually the script starts calling them "the Realm" instead, though no one bothered to go back and have them stop talking about "the domain of the Mother World" and such)

-They also try on referring to the villains as "The King's Gaze," the name of the ship they crew, and of course, it is great fun to see working actors talking very seriously about how much they fear the King's Gays.

-As in any Seven Samurai riff, the good guys are humble farmers, which in Zach Snyder Land means they are both pacifistic Luddite believers AND burly Vikings who love to fuck.

Ladies and gentlemen, a Quaker!

-They're also all white, making Sofia Boutella the only minority and also the violent outsider with a haunted past who keeps talking about how she doesn't belong and everything she touches dies and all that. It's a mite awkward. But she's also the only one who isn't DTF in the Fuck Farm, so who knows?

-The, uhh, Mother Worlders* show up and prove an eclectic blend of Peaky Binders haircuts, Soviet Russia fashion sense, working-class British accents, and, uhh, Día de Muertos parade?

Not since Cobra have so many random villain traits fallen under the same tent. You're left asking if it's political commentary or if Snyder just has something against the Angry Video Game Nerd.

-Snyder also tries to do a Good King/Evil Usurper bit with the Mother World, but makes it explicit that during the Good King's reign they were also an expansionist colonial empire just killing the shit out of things. As ever with da Snyd, it's unclear if this is meant to be subversive or just poorly thought out.

-I know there's no hiding that one is doing a Seven Samurai riff, but the MacGuffin is still... grain. The humble villagers aren't mining vibranium or anything, the evil Empire just really wants grain and these villagers are going to give it to them or else. You'd think a post-warp civilization wouldn't need to lean on subsistence farmers for snacks, but there you are.

-The appeal of this, if any, is to do R-rated Star Wars, but for some reason Netflix wanted a PG-13 version of the R-rated Star Wars, so we get something that's... maybe a little wilder than Andor? They redo the cantina confrontation between Obi-Wan and Cornelius Evazan, but here Evazan explicitly wants to rape 'Luke Skywalker' so, uhh, yay?

-Apparently the idea is to do a director's cut later on that'll be three or four hours; it's pretty obvious that stuff's been cut. The narrative spends a lot of time talking about how they're going to find a really cool guy fighting in gladiatorial combat at an arena. The heroes go to the arena, stand next to the arena, talk for a bit, and then leave. No gladiatorial combat is had.

Snyder, you're killing me, man. I thought the whole two-part business was so that we could have a whole movie to get to know these characters, but it basically goes Character Introduction > Standing Around In Crowd Scenes. Unless you're about to die, of course, in which case you get a sizable monologue to put in your acting reel before you leave.

-Oddly, they introduce quite a few characters who seem like they're going to be a part of the Magnificent Space Seven--guy trying to court Sofia Boutella, a turncoat Stormtrooper, a pacifistic robot--only to forget about them. I guess they'll show up in Part 2, but it seems unfulfilling to have this movie be a prolonged "Getting The Band Together" montage with some of the heroes not even getting to be in on the bonding. Which isn't much bonding to begin with, it's just Sofia Boutella sloooowly revealing her backstory and not even getting to the obvious punchline by the closing credits (you killed the princess, didn't ya? This universe might not have Force powers, but you don't need 'em to see that coming).

[masterthespianduchovny]

Is it just me or is Sydcarmy giving Richonne season 5 rn? That season was the one where Jessie, the random white love interest, was introduced but it was also the season with some of the most important scenes for setting up Richonne. Maybe I'm delulu but the under the table scene and the panic attack scene where Carmy's memory pivots from Claire to Syd seemed kinda consequential to me. Like why were they setting up these two women in opposition to each other throughout the season? Maybe it'll turn into a Don/Peggy from Mad Men situation where they're like platonic soulmates, idk. All I know is that the actors have stellar and oddly intense chemistry, I don't understand why they're so opposed to this ship.

Actors can be weird about things and sometimes oversell it when trying maintain secrecy.

But, yes, this is my problem as well. Either the actors are being directed this way or it’s being allowed and the showrunners aren’t nipping it in the bud. Which is a bad look on their end if nothing is to come from this.

What’s even worse is all the juxtaposition between Syd and Claire and for what??? There’s other ways to represent work than her. They also have oddly intimate moments, such as the scenes you mentioned. These don’t feel platonic or professional. It feels like a lot of complications emotional that one is unaware of and the other is in denial about.

I’d love for this to be Richonne S5, but I already got pie in my face for Ted Lasso S3, so I’m taking a break from speculation. 💔

[canpandaspvp]

LET IT OUT GLARE LET IT OUTTTTTTTTT SPEAK UR MINDNDNDNDNDD

OK THANK YOU RANT TIME. i'll put it under the cut so i don't clog things:

I LOVE SABRINA CARPENTER. I LOVE MEG DONNELLY. I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT AND MCKENNA GRACE AND ELLE WOODS AND REGINA GEORGE AND ALL THE BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WONDERFUL BLONDE GIRLS IN MEDIA AND IN THE WORLD. I ALSO. LOVE. RAPUNZEL. and i understand why people would want a blonde girl to play rapunzel, but the same people who will cheer so loud for black actors and actresses taking on live action lead roles are the same people tearing down maitreyi and avantika for being considered to play rapunzel??? it just screams performative so bad because of course everyone wants to seem accepting when it's the most commonly marginalized community getting big roles, but when it's the race they don't take seriously then their true colors show. that's not to bring down any black actors bc god knows i will defend my fellow poc to hell and back, but why can't brown people in media get the same reaction? the second that we're considered for these prized "white roles" is when everyone gets pissed cause they don't see it as some kind of apology for how they've treated us in the same way they do for other races.

these aren't random comments i found that ive cherry picked. this is all ONE COMMENT SECTION ON ONE TIKTOK. and i could've kept going. SHES FAKE SHES FICTIONAL HOORAY EVERYONE!!! HER RACE DOESNT MATTER. HER HAIR IS FUCKING MAGICAL AND A BILLION FEET LONG. and i totally get wanting to stop with live actions so that you can make way for new princesses, but:

- most new animated films have been largely Shit

- their representation largely Sucks

- people don't care anymore. they don't get invested in new characters and the only reason anyone might tune into this is because they already have some form of connection to it.

i don't like live actions. i think they're stupid, poorly done, and a bad attempt at remedying the lack of representation for various communities over the past century and some. i also think it's weird that people only want to support poc actors when they know they'll be judged for how they react, because the second it's an indian? it doesn't fucking matter. these freaks don't care about racism they literally only care about how they're perceived, and they know they'll only be perceived as racist if they say something against certain races. if it's an indian it's ravi and baljeet and all these other fucking JOKES so they can say whatever they want. KEEP IN MIND THESE ARE THE SAME PEOPLE WHO FOUGHT SO HARD DEFENDING HALLE BAILEY (whom i love, adore, and admire) LITERALLY A YEAR AGO.

i feel like a broken record or something but it's just insane to me that people only care like this when they know that they can get away with it because at the end of the day, america thinks brown people are fucking jokes. they'll only defend whoever it looks good to defend and it's such performative bullshit that it actually makes me want to throw up.

[braveclementine]

Day 15~ 9:00 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

There were about twenty of us left. More boys than girl, but that was expected as there were more boys than girls to start with.

Itty, Jaguar, and I were standing with each other, as we were all lined up in a sort of line formation. I knew that Sebastian was somewhere behind me. Ila was off to the side, her eyes crossed over her chest. Her nose was crooked, her eyes dark under the circles, her face bruised, but she was standing and alive.

The lady stood in front of us, her black hair pulled back into a bun. She was wearing a black and white outfit, complete with a trench coat and she had her hands in her pockets. I was sure there was yet another plot twist and I was ready for anything.

"Congratulations." She said with a huge smile. "You've survived, you get to go home."

My eyes darted up high in the places I couldn't see well. I knew shadows were moving up there, and I wasn't sure what they were doing.

I shifted closer to put a hand on Itty's shoulder, ready to throw her behind me the minute they started shooting or to throw myself on top of her whatever would happen.

The other kids seemed excited. Some of them were crying, tears tracks down their cheeks. Some of them ripped off props from their backs, celebrating. I stayed still. So did Itty and Ila, though Jaguar was smiling widely.

I let out a shaky breath, waiting. I knew I wasn't paranoid. I knew something else was going to happen.

Suddenly, I heard two doors burst open at the end of the hallway, and when everyones heads went spinning in that direction, that was when the gunfire started. I felt something tear through my shoulder.

I immediately pulled Itty down, with one arm and as I went down, I kicked my leg out, knocking Jaguar off her feet. I wish I could have reached Otter, but she was already hitting the floor, her arms over her head like that would help.

I could smell the blood now and I turned my head slightly to see that blood was pooling out of bodies which had landed in every direction as the other kids had tried to scatter.

I could hear sounds of fighting, but when I looked up, I was met with a great shock.

For a moment, I thought I must still be dreaming, because the sight in front of me was something as bizarre as one of my dreams.

The people 'punching' the bad guys in the face were. . . the Avengers?

I blinked again. What in the world? Yes, they were the Avengers. But in the way that everyone on the movie set must see them. Robert Downey Jr. with all sorts of dots on his body and clothes, his hands out as though he was shooting blasters. And Chris Evans had a shield in his hand, though it didn't return to him.

I suddenly spun my head to where Sebastian, my guard, was standing. He was looking at me, a sheepish smile on his face.

I couldn't look at him anymore. It wasn't just a random guy named Sebastian. It was Sebastian Stan.

Soldier.

Soldat.

The green arm because that was the green screen for his metal arm.

Bucky Barnes.

I hadn't watched the Captain America movies yet. I had only seen Stan with the short hair, not the long hair. And how was I to expect that a famous movie actor was helping kill children?

'We didn't know it was real.'

They thought it was a movie. They still thought it was a movie, obviously. They would never have risked these famous actors and actresses lives if they thought it was real.

'She thinks of you as the main character.'

Because I was, unknowingly, the main character.

'Not everything is as it seems.'

Of course. The way he avoided talking about the after this place. Because there was no after, not for me and him. He had a girlfriend or probably even a wife outside of the movies. I had been played.

All of these kids. . . I knew they were dead. I had helped kill them, I had felt the affects myself. I was missing my left pinky for crying out loud.

"AND CUT!" Someone shouted.

Everyone stopped moving on the set and the famous actors who played the main Avengers were relaxing, turning to talk to each other. The dead kids were quickly being dragged off set, the blood being washed away through a drain with a large bucket of water. I felt the water touch my clothes.

I met eyes with Itty, then Jaguar, then Ila. We had started with one hundred and twenty kids. Itty, Jaguar, and I were the only ones left out of that. Ila was just an extra.

Itty and I had the same look. So did Jaguar, Otter was a bit slower on the uptake but I wasn't sure she really knew who most of the actors in front of us were. She wasn't a big Marvel fan.

"Its' fake." Itty and Jaguar whispered at the same time.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my upper arm, jerking me up on my feet.

"Oi." Sebastian said, narrowing his eyes, walking forwards.

I kicked the man in the knee as hard as I could, furious. I yanked the gun out of his belt. It was a pistol, a light weight in my hands, but heavy at the same time.

"Alright, that's enough, we're not in scene." The lady said, walking forwards, towards me. She was smirking. I lifted the gun in both hands, pointing it at her head. The other Actors turned to see what was going on.

"What are you doing? We're off scene right now?" Evans asked.

"Chris, shut up." Sebastian warned. "Y/N-"

"No." I snapped at him. "You do not get to say my name. Not after all of that."

"You won't shoot me." The lady smirked, reaching into her trench coat.

I didn't give her a chance.

I pulled the trigger.

She was still smiling as she hit the floor. One of the actresses screamed.

Sebastian started towards me and I turned the gun on him. Tears streamed down my face. "Stay the hell away from me."

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, looking distraught.

"What?" I asked coldly. "It was still all fake to you, wasn't it? Was my finger not real enough? Was the knee not real enough? This was all a fucking movie to all of you? Children died! I almost died! And you fucking played with my feelings!"

Sebastian just shook his head, turning to the other actors. "We were lied to. Where are the Russo brothers?"

"We're right here Sebastian." The two directors came through a door, pausing at the sight in hand. The dead lady on the floor- I still never knew her name. Me and the other three, my gun pointed at Sebastian's head.

The taller one sighed, looking at the body. "Well that's a pity. We'll have to get our money the hard way now."

"You knew." Sebastian stated angrily. "You knew what was happening here."

"Of course, we helped set it up. The realistic aspects of it were quite favorable and we didn't even have to hire any actors and actresses for it."

"Because we would all be dead." I spat, turning my gun towards him. He didn't even flinch.

"Wait." Downey said, crossing his arms, "What are we talking about?"

"Children died." Sebastian spat at them. "You let children be kidnapped and killed for a movie!? Are you insane?"

I looked over at Jaguar, Itty, and Ila and mouthed, 'Start moving.'

They started to slowly back away from the entire group. In this room, there was an exit door. Maybe we'd all die when we exited it, but then I'd be away from this crap.

"Y/N-" Sebastian said but I shook my head.

"You don't get to call me that." I spat.

"Where do you think you're going?" The shorter Russo brother asked.

"Away from here." I snarled, turning the gun on him instead. I knew I was outnumbered, but my top priority was getting the other three out.

"You'll die out there."

"Well at least I won't be with any of you monsters." I said. "Do us a favor and stay the hell away from us."

The other three broke into a run towards the exit doors, opening it and bright sunlight streamed through the the door.

I took one more look at Sebastian.

I remembered every moment where I thought he was saving me. He had to have known about everything ahead of time, that's why everything had perfect timing. Every time I thought I was confiding in someone, every time that I kissed him, it wasn't real.

None of it was real to him.

"It was real to me." I whispered. I threw the gun down so it clattered near his feet. "Fuck you Stan."

I turned and followed the others into the bright sunlight.

⬅️➡️

[palmtreepalmtree]

Alright friends, tumblrers, and random twitter refugees. It's that time again. It's time for a new edition of...

The Worst Movie on Netflix Right Now™

The weather is getting colder, Halloween is behind us, and pumpkin spice is rapidly being replaced by white chocolate peppermint in lattes around the world. So you know what that means. The Christmas romance season is upon us!

First up on the docket is this instant classic from Netflix...

Falling for Christmas. Starring Lindsay Lohan and Chord Overstreet.

What really stands out to me about this movie is its tagline:

This holiday season, fall for the unexpected.

Friends, I'm here to tell you that there is literally nothing unexpected about this holiday movie. NOTHING.

So here's the plot, if you even need me to have one here - Sierra Belmont is a hotel heiress who is about to get engaged to influencer Tad when she has a horrific off-trail skiing accident and winds up in the hospital with amnesia. She's taken in by single-dad-with-a-struggling-business Jake Russell. Jake promptly puts her to work at his lodge.

If this feels familiar, that's probably because you've seen Overboard, the morally questionable classic rom-com starring Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn. But thankfully this story quickly veers away into a more Christmas-appropriate direction.

But the movie then proceeds to hit every single Christmas rom-com trope like it's ticking off boxes:

Struggling small business with no proper business plan - check

Single dad, tragic widower - check

Demonically happy kid who just wants dad to love again - check

Spoiled woman who needs to learn the true meaning of Christmas - check

A very special Christmas wish - check

A vaguely magical Santa Claus-like figure (who really should have winked at least once in the movie) - check

Check, check, check. This is the most by-the-numbers story ever fucking written. Especially for something that's supposed to be unexpected. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?

Honestly, I could get into details about this one and the different things that are ridiculous here and there, but honestly, it's just boring.

Chord Overstreet as the love interest is basically a lima bean. The two of them have no fucking chemistry. This is a directing, writing, and performing problem. The direction does nothing to establish a developing connection between them. The writing gives us no reason for us to like either of them, let alone to explain why these two like each other. And the performances... for fuck's sakes sometimes it feels like the two of them are in separate fucking rooms.

I'd like to say some nice things about this movie: First, this movie definitely gets the real snow bonus. There is snow everywhere and it genuinely looks fucking cold out there. This movie is not missing the cold-Christmas-season vibe.

Also, if you like LiLo, she's looking and doing alright here. I was sort of braced for her no longer looking like the actor we know, but she looks just fine. That said... this is not one of her best. This is not the actor who absolutely nailed Freaky Friday.

I would also be remiss if I didn't mention the Tad storyline. While main character Sierra is looking for her own memory, her apparent fiancé is also struggling to get back to civilization taking a side trek through an ice fishing shack and the wilderness. It's meant to be some comic relief, and it is somewhat funny, I guess, as Tad over-plays his social-media-obsessed character for laughs. But it's not enough. It's really not enough.

Friends, this movie has as much charm as a tuna salad sandwich.

Ultimately, this is another one of those movies where I'm just like... it's fine. It's fine. It's not good, its not bad, it's just fine.

But the whole thing that makes these things good is when they actually step outside of the box and do something fun or funny or romantically different. Or even when they're so bad they're good. There is absolutely nothing special about this movie. It's fine.

In the least, it's definitely not fucking unexpected.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Cooke high live blog part 3 (final)

Episode 9

Joan house burn down :(

Abe for some reason wants to help solve conflicts??? That’s new.

Joan and Cleo having to share a room!!

Dr calling him, Mr b, and the robot dog family <3 their so husband coded. <3

Ghandi and jfk trying to peep on the girls…. :/

Joan don’t call Cleo a slut and whore that’s so mean, and you know, bad.

Is it just me or is this show getting more and more sexual?

THE HUSBANDS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Is both cute and interesting to see Abe trying to act like his clone father. It makes me wonder if all the clone have some sort of internal struggle with trying to hold the expansion with the originals? I know Joan was wondering if she’s hear voices like her mother…

This post is getting to long

Episode 10

I think these episodes on Hulu are out of order…. Episode 9 was supposed to be before 8, and this one; 10 was supposed to be after 8….

……,Ponce is giving me bad vibes. Like, I think he’s going to kill himself vibes…

JFK getting defensive when Ponce tries to be emotional and talk about feeling. It’s neat to see how angry jfk gets, like on a psychological level…

Did this dude actually die from littler????? I’m mean technically he drowned in his own blood….Wait. That makes me wonder, when a clone dies, would the government just like, revive or recline the clone? Because the clone is of a famous person, I don’t think the government would be that willing to let the clones die..

Doc. Dude let the man grief/say goodbye to his son.

Something something jfk trying to sleep in the coffin with ponce…something something grief and love and poetry….

I forgot that ghandi was accidentally sent to jail…

JFK crying!!!! Him seeing the ghost of his dead best friends!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nice. Nooooooo jfk wishing for his friend back 🥺🥺🥺

Awe cleo comforting jfk

Hmmm don’t know how to feel about the jail rape stereotypes…..😬

“He was white and privileged” wow. Never thought I’ll heard that from a show from 2003? Interesting.

Joan gives Abe a frohead kiss :) Abe gives a forehead kiss to jfk :)

Episode 11

Omg a Christmas episode :0

“It’s been a year since the United Nations abolished religious holidays in favor of the non-offensive all inclusive snowflake day” what……wait didnt one episode it showed ghandi reading a scroll?

Cartoon holiday are cool :)

Why is their winter clothes only scarfs???

Abe having to clean dishes…:mood. :/ why don’t their job have one of those big dishwashers?

Holy shit??????? Omg my gi why they have Abe eat glass???? Why did I find it funny???

Mr b lounging on a bear rug <3

Kind of what to see fanart of Abe with scars on his mouth…

:0 claymation!???!!!!

This world feels slightly dystopian. Cars greeting assistants? A holiday to get rid of the other holidays that was successful in a year???? Clones??? 👀

Joan thinks of her, her grandfather, Cleo, and Cleo’s mom as family :)

Interesting to see Abe with anger issues

DID JOAN PUT FUCKING RAZOR BLADES IN THE FOOD?????

God please tell me there art of Abe with scars.

Episode 12

HELEN OF TROY???????? Greek mythology/greek gods are real??

The random gore is sometimes so jarring….

Makeover time whooo!! :)

Marie having a crush on ghandi is cute

Whoo jfk helping ghandi!!

Forgot to mention this, but the background colors for this show is cool. They usually solid colors a lot, and it’s mostly either cold colors; blue, purple, green; or warm colors of red, yellow, pink, and orange too. It’s cool :)

I didn’t know. I didn’t know you didn’t have a mom. Iconic.

Why is abe and Cleo in a gradient void?

Interesting to see Abe being confused on his feeling for Joan or Cleo. It does feel a bit random tho…

Episode 13

Last episode babyyyyy!!!!! Oh thank god. These post is so long…

Did…did Abe get a different foster dad? I swear he looks different…

👀 oh hey it’s all the pass side characters/antagonists!!! Cool

Joan and jfk having an emotional but random talk is neat.

Doc stabbing the actor in the eye….then wore the bloody very Carrie of him. (I never seen Carrie)

Did ghandi make out with 10 guys?????

Pounce’s ghost with Jesus????

Conga line will save the day

Stamos and the doc were total exs…..

:0 gasp Joan and jfk made out

Wow. That how it ends. Everyone frozen in the meat locker.

Hmmmm. I can see why this show was popular, but I can also see why it faded out of people’s memories. It’s a 13 episode show from 2003, there not a lot to talk about.

The show is decent. You have to get over the black humor/racist jokes, lots of sex stuff, and random gore, but AFTER those, it’s pretty ok? I think the only people that had like, character development was Abe and maybe Joan?

Season 1

4/10.

[livvyofthelake]

um anyway finishing my earlier thoughts about the red white blue movie and whether those guys have chemistry. so EYE think they are very clearly buddies and it’s pretty much ridiculous to say they have “no chemistry” however what those people are TRYING to say is that they don’t have sexual chemistry. which is almost unfair because well we all know people who have read red white and royal blue don’t know what sex is so how would they know the difference. sorry that was mean. i just think people who read cringe books and think they’re not cringe are probably not fucking i just think there’s probably correlation there idk. hey i’m not fucking either you can’t get mad at me for saying that. we’re all femcels here… anyway. yeah i think what the “no chemistry” crowd means is just that they don’t have like. romantic or sexual chemistry that they can see. i don’t know if they do man my brain is so confused on this front i don’t even have a stance like i’ve seen too many edits of those guys to songs i like i want to say they have chemistry but what do i know i just listen to taylor swift. what i DO want to say is that the other guy. not my sad eyes prince. the other one. he gives Straight to me. which is crazy because he’s literally an actor. but he gives Straight he gives Bad At Acting he gives nothing. could they really not have casted that better idk maybe i’m wrong about him he just seems underwhelming to me. very like. cobra kai actor core. sorry to those guys. but you cannot stand there and tell me you think all those people are very great actors. some are really good i mean courtney henggeler has been carrying that show on her back for years. but like. ok i don’t want to get mean you can just infer for yourself which cobra kai actors are not great actors i know we all know. what was i saying. oh yeah that guy gives nothing to me he’s very lame. sad eyes is giving his all though i can’t wait to see him cry in this movie it’s gonna be crazyyyy. also i really hope they do let him sing a queen song tee showed me a post with a passage from the book where he sang a queen song at karaoke if that happens in the movie i’ll dylan spontaneous that would be so huge. basically my stance is that um that movie is very likely going to be kind of bad so it probably doesn’t matter that much if you think the leads want to have crazy sex with each other because it’s biggest audience is going to be book fans who will delude themselves into thinking it’s good no matter what. also have you guys seen that one picture of those guys idk where it’s from but they’re like on the floor and someone else i guess stood on a chair to take the picture. i love that picture of them to be honest that’s the image that got me on the side of Yes They Have It vs my previous stance which was No They Don’t. not to do rpf. unless. no i’m kidding i obviously would never do rpf unless there were at least three random interviews of them on youtube i could watch on repeat for a week not that i’ve ever done that with anyone. quickly does anyone here remember anything i posted about in 2021 please say no. ok i think this post is over now bye