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[endiness]

Debunking misinformation about Netflix's The Witcher (Part 1)

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"Henry Cavill is a massive fan of the books and the games and he quit the show because the writers wouldn't stick to the books and he just cares about the source material so much."

Henry Cavill not only did not know that the books existed when he started pursuing the role of Geralt, but he actually thought that the books were based off of the video games (and he still didn't bother to read them) and he didn't learn that the games were actually based off the books until Lauren told him (even though the first thing in the game credits is that they're based off the books); as of 2021, he as only read the full series once — right before he was cast in 2018; while he has played TW3, he has only played a little of TW2 (and I've never found any evidence that he's played the first game); and he also has not played the DLC for TW3.

Henry Cavill also started heavily pushing the narrative that he's just such a massive fan of the books and how important adhering to the source material is to him during the press for S2 to deflect from how it was due to his acting choices of cutting Geralt's lines and either saying nothing or just grunting instead that Geralt's characterization — who is much more verbose in the books — was book inaccurate in S1:

He also lied about the situation and tried to act like Geralt was never originally written as being verbose and blamed the lack of dialogue on Yennefer and Ciri's prominence, which cannot be true as confirmed by Lauren:

And tried to act like the lines he was cutting weren't that important anyway so it wasn't really a big deal, which also cannot be true as confirmed by Joey:

He also started pushing the narrative that adhering to the source material is so important to him and it's 'tricky' to do that with Lauren's vision, but his definition of "Lauren's vision" is the show being an ensemble piece with Yennefer and Ciri at the forefront (like the books) and the show in general heavily centering around women (like the books):

So the idea of him caring so much about "book accuracy" is, in fact, not accurate to the books at all as his problems were the prominence of women in the show when Ciri is the main character of the main book series, which the show started adapting from S2 onwards (which is when Henry Cavill started to complain about wanting "book accuracy" in the first place), and when women are very prominent, central, key figures in the books and they often drive the plot forwards.

Lastly, S3 was the closest adaption of the books out of all the seasons so far, so the idea that he quit after S3 because the writers just weren't respecting the source material and the show wasn't following the books doesn't make any sense anyway.

"Henry Cavill is the only reason why the show was even close to the source material at all."

I've not only never seen any evidence of this, but if anything, I've seen the exact opposite: Henry Cavill was either directly responsible for or at least contributed in some way to a lot of things that went against the books or didn't happen in them.

As I already pointed out, he cut Geralt's lines in S1 and either said nothing or just grunted instead which is inaccurate to Geralt's characterization in the books. Here's another quote from Joey affirming that:

(Just to note: During the press for S1, he frequently talked about how the games inspired his performance as Geralt — sometimes talking about them even more than the books despite how the show is based off of the books, not the games — and it wasn't until S2 press that he suddenly changed his tune and started talking about how important adhering to the source material ie the books is to him. He also only started advocating for a more book accurate Geralt because he got dunked on by reddit for his book inaccurate performance in S1.)

He didn't want to play Geralt and Jaskier's friendship as directly as in the books and buddy-buddy with each other:

He didn't want to have any kind of conflict in Geralt and Ciri's relationship in S2 — at least on Geralt's side of things:

Nor play Geralt struggling with fatherhood at all — all of which led to the domino effect of Yennefer's betrayal:

Eskel's death (which in itself also led to things like Vesemir trying to create new witchers and Lambert's attitude toward Ciri):

And Voleth Meir being the big bad of the season:

He didn't want Geralt and Triss to even just platonically find comfort in each other in S2 — which is what happens in the books:

He nixed a sex scene between Geralt and Yennefer in S2 because he didn't think it'd be in character of them to have sex after reuniting which, uh, is absolutely in character of them:

While this is an incredibly inconsequential change, given the prevalence of this idea that Henry Cavill is such an ardent defender of the source material ie the books and how much he wanted the show to adhere to them, I do think it's important to note that he pushed for — and got — more signs into the show even though by his own admission that is more of a game thing than a book thing and he got it into the show for the explicit purpose of catering to game stans:

This is also another incredibly inconsequential change, but again, given how prevalent the idea of Henry Cavill pushing for perfect source accuracy is, I do just want to point out that he would wear his armor 24/7 to make it look worn down:

Even though it is canon in the books that Geralt will buy himself brand new clothes, so the idea that Geralt's clothing has to look worn down and can't be brand new is not actually book accurate.

"Lauren wanted to make Roach's death a joke."

Just to address this point specifically, Lauren wanted to make a meta reference about how all of Geralt's horses are named Roach. That in no way, shape, or form means that she wanted to make Roach's death into a joke or even that the scene had to be played comedically. This is what Lauren had to say about the subject and the 'joke' in question (which, js, actually fits the tone of the books more):

And as far as the "Henry Cavill is the only one who cared about the source material and he's the only reason why the show even stuck to the books at all" front goes... Henry Cavill did change the dialogue in this scene to a book quote/reference; however, the quote in question ("Enjoy your last walk across the meadow and through the mist. Be not afraid of her for she is your friend.") is not something that Geralt himself says and the line/scene from the books foreshadows Geralt's ending in them.

So, at least imo — especially taking into account the incredibly high standard the fandom has set for Henry Cavill as the #1 defender of the books — I don't think this change was actually book accurate especially given the narrative significance of that exchange in the books.

[mountttmase]

Don’t Get Caught

Note - lil bit of cheeky dad Mase to round off our Monday. I hope you’re all good and I hope you enjoy this 🩷 smut has not been smutting for me in a while so let’s see 😂 feedback would be appreciated 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 3k

Warnings - smut

‘So it’s just a shed?’

‘No Mason, it’s not just a shed’ Declan huffed. Annoyed by Mason downplaying his new purchase that he was proudly showing the pair of you around. Not that you could see much as it was dark outside and for the most part his new summer house was just an empty shell bar some cupboards. ‘I’ve got someone coming tomorrow to wire the electrics so the lights work, then I’m getting a tv installed, a mini fridge, like you name and I’ll probably have it, it’s gonna be immense’

‘What does Lauren think of all this?’ You asked, shining your torch round so you could see more of the space but it really was a work in progress right now.

‘She’ll have her section too, don’t worry. And I’m getting her one of those outdoor sofa set things she’s always wanted to go by the hot tub outside, plus a new swing for Jude. They’ll love it’

You were about to ask another question when his phone began to ring, Lauren’s photo flashing up on the screen but the more she spoke the more displeased his face became until he was hanging up with a huff.

‘Ah for fucks sake, Madders has thrown up in the guest room, I need to go and kick his arse’ he sighed, his hand running over his face like he didn’t want to deal with it and you couldn’t say you didn’t blame him as you tried to hold in a laugh.

‘Sounds grim’ Mason chuckled, making his way over to you in the dark and holding you at your waist. ‘We’ll be back in soon, yeah? I just wanna have a look round a bit more’

‘Yeah yeah take your time, I’ll see you inside later’ Dec mumbled before leaving the pair of you alone. Watching him trudge back to the house with his shoulders slumped before you turned to Mason who you could just about make out in the dark.

‘Look round what, Mason? It’s a shed with a counter and a few cupboards’ you asked, turning in his grip and resting your hands on his chest as he pulled you closer and even in the dark you could see his pretty smile.

‘I don’t think Dec would be too happy if he heard you say that’ He laughed and you rolled your eyes playfully. ‘What do you think anyway? Would you like a summer house?’

‘Maybe’ you shrugged. Trying to imagine something similar in your own garden. ‘Would be fun to have movie nights with Ollie in something like this, like we could get blankets and those big bean bags things. Maybe some nice fairy lights so we can get all cozy’

‘You could also use it as somewhere when you need some time away from the boys’ he winked, pulling away from you as he took a better look around and it clicked in your brain that what he meant by it.

‘Oh I see, you just want it for you’ you laughed and he knew he’d been caught out as you heard him try to contain his giggles. ‘Come on, what would you have in here then?’

‘Well I’d get a tv definitely, and I like the idea of a mini fridge…’ Mason started but you didn’t listen to the rest of it. The thought of the three of you all snuggled under a blanket in something similar in your own home made your heart thump and the need to check Ollie was okay washed over you.

Ollie was at home with Lewis, the latter staying for a few days as he had a few appointments with Mason he needed to plan and it was always easier to do it when they were together rather than over the phone. Thankfully he was more than happy to look after Ollie for the evening so you and Mason could go to the joint birthday party that Dec was throwing at his house for the pair of them.

Lewis hadn’t texted and he was under strict instructions not to unless there was an emergency so the pair of you could have some time out, but you missed your little boy and you needed to check on him. Your finger hovering over the call button but before you could press it you felt Masons hands at your waist again.

‘Are you even listening to me?’ He laughed, shaking you slightly until you looked at him and you could tell from the look in his eye he knew what you were doing.

‘Sorry Mase’ you sighed, holding your phone to your chest as he pulled you closer. ‘I just wanted to check in and make sure Ollie is alright’

‘He’s probably asleep baby, Lewis knows what he’s doing’

‘I know, I just wanted to be sure’

‘Hand it over’ he smirked, laying his palm out flat for you to put your phone into but you just shook your head and held it closer to your chest.

‘No Mase it’s fine, I’ll keep it away’

‘Why don’t you turn it off?’

‘Yeah Mase, real sensible’ you laughed, rolling your eyes as you put it back in your bag as Mason placed a kiss on your forehead.

‘Come on, Ollie is fine. I know it’s weird being without him but why don’t we take our minds off it a bit?’ He shrugged, not picking up on the cheeky tone to his voice at the end but you were curious about what he was going to suggest.

‘How?’

‘You wanna play a game?’ He asked, backing you up against the cupboards just behind you and you let him do it until you couldn't move anymore. Your bum hitting the top of the counter and you looked up at him curiously.

‘Depends, what did you have in mind?’

‘A little one I like to call, don’t get caught’ he whispered whilst hiking you up to sit on the counter by your thighs. ‘Never played it before but I thought it might be fun’ he smiled as he squeezed your thighs. ‘I’ve been thinking about it all day’

‘Mason’ you warned but he just smiled and kissed you heavily. Knowing he pretty much always got his way in situations like this and your resolve would crumble soon enough.

‘Come on baby, I know you want to’ he teased before kissing you again and when Mason kissed you like this you knew exactly what it meant. ‘I haven't had you in days and I won’t be able to again for a while’

He was right. He’d been away for a few days for a game and tomorrow he’d be off again for a training camp so tonight was really the only time you had to be physical. You just thought it would come later on when the pair of you were in bed not outside in the middle of Decs new purchase.

‘You know I’ll make it worth your while, baby’ he whispered. Lips ghosting your jaw before he playfully bit your earlobe and when his kisses started to travel down your neck you felt your body turn to jelly.

‘Won’t everyone be able to see?’ You asked, looking towards the floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that were just to the right of you and you gulped nervously.

‘We can barely see each other, gorgeous. Don't worry I won’t let anyone see you, you’re for my eyes only yeah?’

‘Okay’ you whispered. Letting him kiss you again as you gave into his desires as in this moment you wanted him just as much.

‘I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget your own name, pretty girl’ he whispered against your lips and even though his sentiment made you smile you knew he meant it. When Mason had had a bit to drink his mouth tended to run away with him and when you were being intimate it was no different. This version of Mason liked to talk you through it. To pull the strings and tease you into oblivion until you were a mess beneath him and you knew if he got his way tonight you’d be in for a wild ride

Before you knew it, you felt his fingers trail over your thighs and under your dress. Gripping your bum so he could pull you forward and rest you just on the edge of the counter but thankfully it wasn’t very wide and you were able to lean back and rest against the wall as his fingers danced over the front of your underwear.

‘You can’t tell me you don’t tell me you don’t want this, you’re dripping for me’ he growled, fingers circling just where you needed them over your underwear and it only took a beat for you to start grinding your hips to meet his movements. ‘See, there we go. You know exactly what to do don’t you?’

You let him tease you a little while longer as he kissed you roughly but soon enough he was finally pushing your dress up higher and gripping the top of your underwear so he could pull them from your legs. The cold air hitting you and making you hiss before you could just about make out him stuffing the black lace into his back pocket.

‘Hands on my shoulders baby, need you to hold on tight yeah?’ He told you, hearing him pull down the zip on his trousers and shuffle his boxers about just enough to free himself and you clenched around nothing in anticipation of what you were about to do.

As soon as you felt his tip pushing against your entrance his lips were on yours. Swallowing your moans as he eased himself into you slowly but you were surprised about how easy it was since there was no foreplay involved and you were just getting straight down to business.

He still took his time though. Moving slowly in and out of you so you could both adjust and the small whimpers and moans falling from both of your lips just egged the other on until your brain was foggy with pleasure.

‘Remember when we first met, you told me you were a good girl’ he spoke against your lips before kissing along your jaw softly. ‘I’m not so sure i believe you anymore’

‘I’m a good girl for you’

‘And only me, right?’ he sighed, resting his forehead on yours as he kept his pace steady. ‘You’re mine, and you’re always gonna be mine’

‘Masey’

‘What is it baby? What does my good girl want?’

‘Harder please’ you whimpered, wanting him to lose control a little bit as you knew he was holding back until you were comfortable but you were ready to have all of him now.

‘Yeah? You think you can take it’ he asked, hands grabbing your wrists so he could tug them away from his shoulders and before you knew it he had your wrists crossed above your head. Holding them together with one hand so they were against the wall whilst his other hand gripped your waist to hold you still. His hips picking up pace just like you wanted him to and you let a loud moan slip past your lips.

‘So fucking innocent but just look at you. Begging for me like this’ he growled, his words making your tummy flip but you couldn’t answer as he moved his hand to rest on your lower stomach before applying a little pressure. You knew he could feel himself inside of you from the profanities that were falling from his lips but the new sensation had rendered you speechless as your eyes rolled back in your head.

‘You love that I’m fucking you in here don’t you, I bet you want the whole world to see’ he grunted. His thumb now moving back to circle over you as he still applied pressure to your tummy and you almost screamed from how good you felt. ‘Want everyone to know how good I give it to you and how good you can take it’

‘Mase, please’ you cried, so overwhelmed with everything he was giving you that they were the only two words you could remember right now but he just carried on snapping his hips back and forth deliciously.

‘Thats it, say my name. Tell everyone who’s making you feel this good’

You felt Masons hand move away from you, giving you a bit of needed relief as you felt like you were about to explode but you saw him reaching into the back pocket of his jeans until he pulled out his phone.

‘Mase? W-what are you doing?’

‘Shhhh it’s okay. I just need it, need to remember what you feel like when I’m away next week’ he stuttered. ‘My eyes only, remember? You trust me?’

‘With everything’ you whispered back. Recording each other was something you’d never done before but you couldn’t deny the idea made your tummy flutter and you did trust him. He was your husband and the father of your child after all but even though this new idea scared you slightly it also thrilled you.

‘Good girl’ he chuckled, smiling as he placed a reassuring kiss to your lips, promising again it was just for him before he pointed the camera down to where the pair of you met started to record himself slipping in and out of you. The whole act turning you on more than you thought it would and the moans that left your lips were sinful.

‘Look at you, can’t get enough can you?’ he whispered, looking up to see his face slightly illuminated from the light on his phone and the first thing you noticed was how wild his eyes were. ‘You feel so unreal’

‘Masey, I’m so close’

‘I know gorgeous’ he whispered. Shutting his phone off so you were both in darkness again and his free hand returned to your waist to hold you still. ‘I need you to hold it for me though yeah? Just for a minute, okay?’

‘Mase’

‘I know I know, I’ll make it worth your while though, I promise’ he told you. Finally lowering your arms back onto his shoulders so he could get a better grip on you and your fingers got lost in his hair as he rested his forehead on yours again. ‘Just wait for me, yeah?’

‘Okay’ you whimpered. Trying your best to hold off but it was difficult and the way Mason was moaning into your mouth didn’t make it any easier.

‘That’s my girl’ he grunted, eventually hiding his face in your neck so he could focus on reaching his high but as the seconds went on you felt like you were about to explode as his lips connected with your sweet spot.

‘Go on baby, let go for me’ he told you, keeping his pace steady until your high rippled through you. Letting him continue to talk in your ear until he was softly biting your shoulder as he came undone himself.

It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of your breathing mixed together as you caught your breath with your heads hidden away from each other but soon enough he was looking back up at you with a shy smile on his face.

‘That video, I can delete it if you want me too. I just got caught up in the moment I’m not sure what came over me’ he chuckled. Tucking some stray hairs behind your ear before kissing your forehead softly.

‘No it’s okay, you can keep it. As long as it gets hidden somewhere’

‘Really? You don’t mind?’

‘Well I prefer the thought of you watching me rather than random people on a weird website’ you laughed, cupping his jaw so you could place a gentle kiss on his lips before he quickly grabbed his phone again.

‘It’s gone straight into my hidden, yeah?’ He showed you, using the Face ID to show you its new home and you blushed as you caught sight of the multiple pictures of you in your underwear he also kept in that folder. ‘Under lock and key along with all my other naughty photos of you’

‘You’re terrible’ you laughed, your breath catching as he finally slipped out of you but he was quick to kiss you again before he readjusted himself and did his trousers back up.

‘And you are the love of my life. Thank you for playing along’

‘Let’s just hope Dec doesn’t find out what we’ve done’ you laughed, letting him help you down onto the floor as he adjusted your dress but your legs were still shaky for your high and you had to grip Mason’s arm for support. ‘Can I have my underwear back now?’

‘I’ll think about it’ he winked and with one final kiss you made your exit and rejoined the rest of the party.

[gu6chan]

OMGGGG ANOTHER ISJ FAN????? THEY DO EXIST;!!!!! please remember this blog in case you ever want to yap about or request anything ISJ related 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i need another isj fan in my life i NEED to yap about this manga with somebody bc ough..... I do drawings!!!!! and i still want to make some for the whole cast, I'm thinking Christian next just because i love his ass..... (Or her, depending on your interpretation!!! I've seen it also considered that way so i mean no offense!! 🫡)

But either way i don't have much to offer on my own end again (Aside from remember that bit with Étienne and Henry laying together and sharing a laugh under the stars? 1. I needed that 2. I think it's the first and only time they really have TOGETHER and *melts*.... guys........) and i wanted to reblog just to say hi!!!!! im here!!! I exist if you ever want to talk about ISJ or something because I can talk about ISJ if you would like to talk about ISJ 🥺👉👈 lets talk about ISJ

need all 0.5 people in this fanbase to tell me their most underrated moment of Innocents because I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk about the scene where Michael strolls up to Étienne and says some shit like "Warn a divisive person once, then warn him a second time. After that, have nothing to do with him. You may be sure such people are warped and sinful. They are self-condemned." And everyone's like "HUH?????? i thought you were stupid. say that again stupid" and seeing his cover being that close to being blown he's just like "i forgot lol" like that's the funniest shit ever lmao

[gorgeousgust]

I WILL RESCUE YOU. - K.B

A/N: Okay, this comes of very late I know but I need to make somethings clear. If you know that English is not my main language, so I didn't write a second part for this fiction because of that and now I felt ready for this and I hope you'll like this. I'm in my exam week and I will take an exam for college end of the year so, I can't be active a lot, however, I want to write again so... I will write ofc! -So this is the second and last part for I WISH I WERE- Warnings: Angst, fluff ending. I don't own you or anything and this lovely song is from Lauren Daigle - Rescue :) Word count: 4K! :)

After that incident, you were hiding behind the shadows. As to be not seen or not to be heard. What happened with eavesdropping on Kaz and only to be caught up to Jesper and with that left him dumbfounded was making you sick. You wanted to talk to them, you wanted to laugh with them, or just sit and plan a heist with them.

 However, your desires were left to burn inside you. Of course, you felt pain a hundred times but this was the most painful of them all… You wished, you deeply wished to come back to the day that you injured yourself. You wouldn't make that mistake again so you wouldn't get hurt like this. Because this was so painful…

"Thank you for the sweater." Inej's voice rang inside your head. You replayed that scene like thousand times and the aftermath…

 You were sitting in the Crow Club, watching men gamble and quietly drinking your tea, too caught up in the thoughts but a voice interrupted you. “Care to explain why you're so distant, Y/N?” It was Inej, your beloved friend. You loved Inej, truly. She was so sweet towards you. She loved you and you loved her too. So, you just couldn't blame her for this whole situation. You looked at her, so sleepy. 

“Well, a lot is going on so, I had things to arrange-" She cut you so softly yet so sharp. “Don't lie to me, I'm your friend.” She took a deep breath and looked at you with worried glances. “Y/N, I'm worried about you. We all are.” That sentence made you smirk a bit. Because you wanted to laugh about the idea that Kaz cared about you and worried for you… 

“Seriously Inej, don't you have better things to do?” You felt your stomach twisted to see your dear friend's sadder glances. She sighed. “I'm not gonna push you, but know this, If you ever need to talk I'm with you.” You squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Inej. That means a lot to me.” You said as she left you alone. To yourself.

"I wish I were Inej." That poisoned thought came to your mind again as you felt unease so you got up and about to leave for fresh air, someone shouted your name. Saints! Can't you just leave me be… You thought to yourself as you turned around and found Jesper staring at you with grinned teeth. 

“There you are! I missed the bloody face of yours, angel!” You couldn't help yourself but smile at him. “You don't have to shout at me, you know.” He came to your side to hold you. “Can't help it, you were ghosting me, and even I was the innocent one!” You smirked. “Can you believe it?” He went on with his ramble again, only you shushed him as you hugged him. Deep down, you felt a bit guilty. You never wanted to ghost them. All of them, nevertheless you did. You had to, you needed to pull yourself together.

Suddenly, you felt crept about the idea, someone was watching you.

You are not hidden

There's never been a moment

You were forgotten

 When you looked up and saw his face through Jesper's shoulder, you quirked up. “What's wrong?” Jesper whispered into your ear. “Nothing, I felt cold.” You broke the hug as you avoided Kaz's glances towards you. “It was good to see you, too, Fahey.”

 You had remembered the night as you left the Slat to Ketterdam's cold streets, as Jesper behind you, yelling for you to stop running away. As you confronted him about what you heard, you remembered he held you against his arms, as an amazing brother as himself. You wouldn't forget that.

 As the time passed to the night and you heard from Jesper that Kaz wanted to see you, you were so sure that he now wanted you to leave the club as you were the weakling. You stepped firmly into his office. Couldn't be able to forget the incident so you just shushed your emotions to taking the better of you. “You wanted to see me?” You told him with a little hint of concern in your voice, however, you masked it. 

 “You said you were taking a break to arrange something about your private life. So, I didn't interrupt you.” He paused for a second and looked at you. Like he was eyeing you with those sharp eyes of his. You knew he totally understood. You felt a bit unsettled so you lowered your gaze to somewhere else as you waited for him to speak again.

 He saw it. He saw you, as you lowered your gaze. How could he ever be blind as you were in front of him? With all of your vulnerability, he knew you were so strong, yet so smart. He blamed himself for not coming after you as you tried to find him on that mission day and after that, he blamed himself for not making some things clear with you that day.

You are not hopeless

Though you have been broken

Your innocence stolen

“You know Y/N, crows care for their pack. If someone in the pack got hurt, or taken, crows will be there for them and never leave their side.” You got a bit confused at first, cause he made you feel a lot of things. “I know you got hurt by something and also Inej and Jesper know it too.” He paused. He was never this direct before. “I get this, you needed some privacy to get over it. But-“ You cut his word in half as an unsettled feeling crept upon you.

“Kaz, why are you saying this to me?” You got a bit frustrated about this whole speech. “I'm saying this, It's because the team needs you to come back.” The team, of course. You looked at him with nothing, as you felt nothing at that moment. You were kinda in a denial at first but now you were accepting the hard truth that he will never love you like that. 

 He can sense your frustration, and when he looked into your eyes, he saw the pain. He meant something more, but, at that moment he understood so deeply that you were in some denial. You were missing some part and he needed to figure out what happened there… About what really happened to you… “Yeah, I don't need any break anymore.”

—

 It was one of these days that Kaz gathered all of you in his office and explained something about the new mission. It is extremely dangerous work but he knew his crows can pull this out. So, he explained the plan and Jesper interrupted with a show-off. “You know, boss, this beauty,” He shoved his face, “can do anything perfectly.” You and Inej smiled at him as you guys shared a glance. You guys were on better terms. Inej was always good but you make it better with her. To ease the misunderstandings. “Whatever you say, Jesper!” Inej said while you gathered your things. 

 Night came and y’all had your positions. Inej was on the roofs to watch out for guards. As Jesper hid outside near the garden to check out for some clearance, You and Kaz were alone. Waiting for a signal to enter the luxury place. When you heard a tiny frequency from Inej it was the sign to enter the place. 

 You were behind the Kaz as both of you entered. You were cautious as something can happen in a minute so you controlled areas. “Check the first door, I will head south.” He gave you an order. When you went quietly and quickly to the first door; you saw that it was unbelievably silent. You looked at the tables, there were papers everywhere as you checked and read some of them. 

 While you were reading and Inej was on the roof, she heard a noise. As she looked behind her, she saw a figure searching for her. She quietly changed her place for a better view, she understood then… They were trapped. Someone baited them or heard. 

 Jesper cleared the area, it was easy for him. He even got bored waiting for them to finish. Honestly, he didn’t understand what was going on between Kaz and Y/N. He thought their love was requited as he and Inej bloody saw his gazes towards Y/N. He was too caught up thinking this however, he was careful in the mission. So, he heard some cracking. When he looked behind the building's garden, he saw some explosion articles. “Oh, Saints!” He sweated and as he turned to the side, Inej also heard an explosion in the garden. 

“Hello, Wraith.” Inej heard a man's voice. As she was hiding behind something as she wanted to assassinate that man. She got exposed when she left her hiding spot. “And who are you?” She asked as he could her firm voice. “Your killer.” As he said it, she smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” She threw a knife at him but he was quick, he dodged it. 

“You and your bastard boss will never know what will happen to them!” He said with such rage. She didn’t answer. Whereas she dodged one of his counters. She was quicker than him, but his grip was powerful. He sure looked like a vulture mixed with something. He took one of Inej’s knives and pushed her to the ground. “Is that all you got, Wraith?” He smirked. That smirk disgusted Inej. 

  Jesper was laying on the ground, trying to pull himself together because of the explosion. Then he heard steps towards him. After he looked up and quickly rolled to the side, he saw a Grisha. What the hell is a Grisha doing in Ketterdam? He thought. When he seized the Grisha’s kefta he saw that it was a Durast, indeed. 

“Let's begin, shall we?” He quietly said so cautious not to be heard. He moved silently to the side and he shot fire at the Grisha. Unfortunately, Grisha was quicker too. So she bent over and smiled. “You think that would kill me?” She smirked. “Well, let’s see what will happen, don’t we?” He mocked her voice. That pissed her, so she ran to the side and she pulled some knives at him. Whilst she was throwing the knives, Jesper shot them all and they went directly to the wall. 

 She then pulled something inside her pocket and she threw it at him, it was intoxicating. “What the hell is that?” He coughed but he didn’t stop his movements as he ran to the side, she didn’t answer his question. 

 He had to kill the Grisha. So, he moved out from where he was and he shot three shots. Grisha laughed at that. “Is that all you got, you a dwarf?” Jesper’s bitterness could be read by his face as he heard the nickname that she gave. It was disrespectful. Other than trying to kill him, of course. 

 So he shot another shot at her Kefta and she suddenly felt weak. “How?” when she took the bullet and was about to hit him with that bullet, Jesper went out and shot her in the head. “You are not the only Durast.” He silently spoke as she fell to the ground. 

 While Inej was under his grip, she was looking at the sides of the roof, as she tried to find a way to loosen his grip so she could get away from him. She saw a ceiling fan with which she struggled under him. “Hush, love, I’m almost done.” He was squeezing hard on Inej’s neck. As she moved her leg to hit his foot, she took out a little knife. 

 While his grip on her loosened a bit, she stung her knife into his leg. He hissed and he moved a bit back so she got away from his grip and suddenly she felt the air in her lungs again. Of course, Inej felt dizzy because of the cut of air, and the air coming back was hurting her throat and by the dizziness, she needed her strength. 

 However, that vulture-looking man was about to run to her side. But Inej was always quicker. So she moved her body to the left and she threw a knife at his eye. He screamed with such pain when she ran to him to break his neck. 

 When she came to his side to break his neck, he held her body and cursed something at her. He took her leg and when he tried to attack her with her knife, she pulled the knife out of his eye. So, he backed out and fell to the ground. 

 Inej made the final move and she cut his throat. “May Saints, will be with you and try to help you on your sickening journey in another world.” Then, she leaned against the wall and rubbed her throat to ease the pain.  

 You heard some explosions on the garden side as you were close to the window, you looked down and saw some light. You got utterly worried about what was that explosion. 

I hear you whisper underneath your breath

I hear your SOS, your SOS

 You needed to find him. To find him and protect him from any harm that he could ever see right now. Of course, that dirtyhands could protect himself from any harm or even protect you from anything, however, you were so deeply in love with him so, that made you worry so much. 

 As you ran in the dark corridors of the big mansion, you felt panic rising in your throat, you licked your dry lips when you heard some muffling steps sounds from the south corridors. 

I will send out an army to find you

In the middle of the darkest night

It's true, I will rescue you

 When you rushed to the side of a colon, you lowered your body and try to fit in hiding at the spot. As you heard some hisses from guys, you took a knife from your pocket, whilst you quickened your pace to catch the guardians off guard, you saw Kaz being held by outnumbered men. You saw his worried glances towards you. 

There is no distance

That cannot be covered

Over and over

 You felt anger so deep at that moment. As you saw him being captive by guards, you threw your knife at the guard who held Kaz tightly. The knife hit his eye, and as his body fell, Kaz pulled away from him. He quickly found his cane when you took your gun from your holster to shoot that guy who ran towards you to beat you. 

 He got up after you killed the other guy, and when you saw the third guy that was about the attack you with his blade, Kaz hit him with his cane. The cane got bloody by second after he then pulled the cane and beat him with that cane all over. 

 You were afraid when you saw him like that. Blood splashed all over his face, as his features got sharpened and he was so focused to beat that man. You saw how messy his hair got after he was held captive by that man you killed, you were so afraid that you thought you lost him. 

"Kaz! It's enough!" You rushed to his side to stop him. When your slight brush to his arm, he startled. You immediately pulled yourself back. "It's enough." You repeated with a whisper. He looked at your face as to begin to say something, he quickly looked behind you as he saw footsteps coming towards both of you. "Come behind me!" He yelled at you. 

You're not defenseless

I'll be your shelter

I'll be your armor

 You went behind him as you gave him your gun. You quickly took two knives from your pockets that Inej gave you after your first mission with them. You held them tight, when more men entered the room you threw the knives at their heads as Kaz shot one of them after your attack. Three men fell on the ground when you rushed to exit the door, you were running in the corridors, trying to find a way to escape. You saw Kaz had stolen what he wanted at the beginning. 

I hear you whisper underneath your breath

I hear your SOS, your SOS

"There!" He leads the way for you. When you both come down the stairs, you saw two more men coming your way. "Go upstairs and jump from a window, I'll handle this." You looked at him in disbelief. "I won't leave you!" You yelled and you jumped at one of the armed men's faces as you cut his neck with your blade. You saw one of them coming at you but Kaz shot them in the head. 

 You two fight with more men, however, the injuries you got from fighting those men, one of them cut a big scar on your belly. You didn't mind it at first because of the adrenaline, you and Kaz cleared the area downstairs, and as you ran away to the exit you finally saw Jesper. "Jesper, quickly!" You yelled at him as you held your belly. 

"We got trapped, Kaz!" Jesper squirmed. Anxious glances towards him as you saw Inej is already coming your way. "We dealt with this later. Now we need to leave right now!" Kaz raised his voice as he looked at his sides to find their carriage. When he couldn't find it, he looked at all of you. "We'll split up. Inej, I want you to go on the roofs if we are being watched." He then turned his gaze to Jesper. "You will go with Y/N." Inej looked at him. "You will go alone?" She sounded unsure. "Yes." He replied with a simple word. 

 You couldn't intervene in his sentence as Jesper pulled your arm to push you aside with him. All of you were escaping from this broken mansion, you heard sirens. No one saw you on the outside as you and Jesper entered the Slat first with the help of the darkest alleys of the mighty Ketterdam. 

"Agh-" Your face got soured. No one saw the cut on your belly as y'all tried to escape from that bloody place, Jesper stopped his movements. "Seriously? You got injured!" He copied your gestures as he felt bad on the inside. "There were a lot of men in there, come on!" You hissed at the pain you felt. 

"Let me help you." A voice behind you gently said. As you turned your head to him, you felt a bit uneasy. "And how might you could help me?" You feared that he would be sickened about touching your body. But deep down you knew, he wanted to help you. But something was pulling him back. His greatest demons were pulling him back so tightly that he couldn't touch that person that he trust most. "Come with me." He leads you to his bathroom. It was a crooked place but it felt so safe for you. Him. 

You felt so safe with him. 

In the middle of the hardest fight

It's true, I will rescue you

 When he pulled a fresh bandage for your wounds, you watched him silently. You prayed the sky above so that you won't make something idiotic to ruin the moment. He hesitated at first. As to pick up your blouse to see a better view of the wound, you saw his sweaty forehead. "Kaz. I can do it by myself." You saw him struggling. He looked into your eyes. 

 He sighed and he backed away from you. It was enough for you. The thought of him being want to help you was enough for you. So you looked at the mirror and pulled up your shirt to take a better view, you silently hissed. When you looked at him through the mirror, you saw his bruised face. 

 You cleaned the area before you took the stitches to cover the open wound. You struggled a bit at first, but you were strong, you felt the adrenaline running through your veins. After you cleaned and stitched yourself, you held a wet, clean cloth and handed the cloth to him. "Here, for the dried blood."

 He accept it as he gently wiped his face with the wet cloth. "You saved my life." He didn't meet your gaze after the words fell on his lips. You watched him through the entire speech. "You saved my life so many times." You sweetly said. 

"It's even then." He spoke again only to meet with your gaze now. "Y/N... I want to be clear with you." He put the cloth away and came a bit closer to you. "What you heard, that day with Inej, you didn't hear the whole conversation." You felt a bit shame as you remembered eavesdropping on their conversations. When you tried to interrupt, he shushed you. "I am not going to deny that I gave Inej something from me, but the beginning of the conversation was to ask her about an opinion." You got confused at first. He went on with his explanation. 

"I was asking Inej... that...that- I wanted to give you," He paused. "I asked her about something. Something... for you." Your cheeks reddened as you heard his whisper. "Why?" You lowered your voice to meet his low voice. 

 He looked at you. You could see, he was very nervous. He was trying to find the right words to describe what he was about to say. You waited in silence. You were anxious too. So you waited for him, patiently because despite being anxious, you needed to hear him. 

 You were so lost in your own thoughts but then he spoke. "You are important, to me." He loosened his shoulders, it was tense. Due to the moment. You met his dark eyes as he spoke these five words. "I wanted to give you-" He paused then he pulled something from his pocket. You saw the packet, it was small and wrinkled. 

 He gave you the tiny packet as you looked at him, still confused but he could see the hope through your eyes. You were curious but the fear of rejection inside you was overwhelming. You took a deep breath as you opened the packet, it revealed a tiny necklace with a special silver crow head. You looked at him instantly as you saw the necklace. You hold the necklace up, how could you misunderstand everything? 

"Inej was helping me to find the right necklace." He didn't meet your eyes. Suddenly you felt guilt wash over you. "But- You were glancing at Inej." You hesitated, then your voice reached out as a whisper. "I saw it." He glanced at you softly. "I don't look at Inej, the way I look at you..."

 Your head was spinning so fast, you had to hold his table edge. When you looked at him again, you saw his worried glances at you. "Are you alright?" He asked you as you shook your head to say yes. "I was just confused. I thought you had feelings," You paused. "feelings for Inej." 

 "No, Y/N." He said calmly. "The thing about surviving in the Barrel is not to care or love anything." He sighed. "But I'm willing to take that risk If it's meaning that I could see your bright eyes every day." 

 You looked at him in pure shock. But you totally felt every word he meant. He truly meant it and you loved him so madly, so much. It felt a big relief to you, to feel your love is requited. You swore that day, that you will be there for him. 

 As for something you didn't know is that he swore this, was the day that he first helped you to get away from the Stadwatch.  

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 12: The Start of Recovery

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm so sorry this update took forever, life has been hectic. But! Here we are. 🦐✨

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Chapter 11

Cross Posted to AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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Someone was screaming.

This time you could tell it was a woman. The scream was coming from somewhere behind you. You turn, confused and slightly annoyed. It was your mother. She looked terrified. You were staring up at her, reaching your arms out for her and frowning when she took a step back. She wasn’t looking at you though. She was looking at something behind you. You turn around then, eyes searching for whatever has your mother so freaked out.

Oh right.

There on the ground lay your babysitter. You couldn’t remember her name, you think it was something like Lily? Lauren? Anyway, that didn’t matter currently. No, what mattered was that she was very much not moving and alarmingly pale. It's then that you realize you can taste blood. You bring your hands to wipe your mouth and notice they’re covered in blood along with your shirt. You lick your lips, confirming that your mouth is also covered in blood, and find yourself surprised when the taste doesn’t make you nauseous.

You tentatively crouch down by her body noticing the small bite mark on her neck that’s got a bit of blood smeared around it, but it’s not bleeding. You poke her arm, getting progressively more freaked out by her lack of movement. You're turned around by strong hands, coming face to face with your father. He’s saying something but his words feel so far away. You start crying, the gravity of what's happened finally hitting you.

You know the two of you were watching something a few moments ago. And then you remember being starved. And then you had just…bitten her neck. You remember the feeling of your teeth digging into her flesh, the way her blood had gushed into your mouth and your hunger had slowly left. It had tasted so good. And you had been so, so hungry.

You had killed her.

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You wake with a start, gasping as you half sit up. You don’t make it very far however thanks to the tight restraints around your wrists. You tug frantically at them, your panic from whatever hellscape of a nightmare you had just had being made oh so much worse by the idea of being tied down to a hospital bed. You’re so busy freaking the fuck out that you didn’t notice James until he’s right in front of you, gently squeezing your shoulder and offering you a sympathetic smile.

“Hey, hey. Deep breaths hon. You’re okay.” He soothes.

“What- Where am I? Whats-Whats going on? What happened?” you question.

“Woah, woah, slow down bestie. I’ll explain everything in a moment you just need to calm down a bit if you can yeah?” he says.

You manage to take a few breaths and lay back against the bed. You close your eyes, taking one last shuddering breath before opening your eyes and staring at James expectantly. He scoots his chair closer and sighs.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asks.

“I…I was uhm….I was in the woods I think? I was crying I remember that… and then someone yelled I think and then I remember being in a fuck ton of pain in my chest. That’s the last thing I remember.” You explain.

He nods and hums at that before continuing, “Yeah uh, so you were attacked. You were pretty close to uhm to-“ he chokes up at that shaking his head.

“You uh you almost died. And uh you’ve been-you’ve been in a coma for like two weeks now. Larissa was here every day actually. She was camped out in your room the whole time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so frazzled-“

“She was here every day?” you ask, your voice much more fragile than you wanted it to be.

“I know you two got into an argument the night you got uh…attacked. I don’t know what it was about but I’m sure you two can work it out. I mean she was really worried about you, would barely leave your side the whole time. She isn’t even upset that you bit her-“

“What?” you interrupted.

“It’s really no biggie babes. I mean I’m a little miffed you didn’t tell me you were a vampire but if you hadn’t even told Larissa about it-“ he explains.

“I-What?” you so eloquently repeat. “I'm not a- What the fuck do you mean I bit Larissa?? Is she okay? What the fuck is going on here James???”

He pauses for a moment, staring at you as he connects the dots. He squints at your very obviously freaked the fuck out expression before he mutters a drawn-out ‘oh.’

“You didn’t know you were a vampire before I just told you, did you?” he asks.

“I’m not a fucking vampire dude! Surely I would fucking know-“ You stop, suddenly remembering the dream you had.

It had felt so real and so familiar. You had thought it was just a really shitty and vivid recurring nightmare but now you weren’t so sure. But surely there would have been physical signs? You sure as shit didn’t have fangs. And you didn’t drink blood. Although you did like your steak borderline raw and as bloody as it could be. And you remember Yoko saying something about you smelling weird. Holy fuck were you actually a vampire?? How the fuck hadn’t you known? How the fuck had you survived without drinking blood for as long as you had?? What-

“I honestly know very little about this whole thing. I’m sure Larissa and your three kids will have answers for you when they get here. But yeah babes, turns out you’re not as boring as we all thought.” He grins

You very lamely flip him off, the restraints around your wrist making it hard to do so. The two of you sit in silence for a bit as you sift through the mess your brain is in. Eventually you sigh, flopping back against the hospital bed and staring up at the ceiling.

“So I bit Larissa huh?” you murmur.

“Yeah, the doctors said it was probably just your body’s reaction to waking up after having blood for the first time in years. They said it was almost like bloodlust? Luckily your girlfriend is one strong woman so she managed to throw you off soon after the shock had happened, and then shortly after the doctor arrived and sedated you.” He says.

“I don’t know that she’s my girlfriend anymore.” You mutter, closing your eyes against the nausea and fresh wave of tears.

“Don’t say that babes, she understands it wasn’t your fault. The only reason she’s not here right now is because they’re stitching her up and making sure she’s alright. She wasn’t even remotely upset with you.”

You simply shake your head at his words. His reassurances are sweet and you are confused about why she would have been visiting you every day if she truly hated you. But a large part of you keeps replaying her words from that night on repeat. You know you’re not the ‘hyde’ she had spoken of, that much was clear now, but you weren’t human. You had attacked her after she had been kind enough to stay by your side. And you couldn’t be sure you hadn’t killed or attacked anyone else. If your lovely resurfaced memory was anything to go by you had certainly killed at least one person. Did that not make you every bit the monster Larissa had accused you of being? Were you not the monster she thought you were?

You're broken from your endless spiral of misery by the sound of the door to your room being opened. Your gaze snaps towards the sound, finding none other than Larissa standing in the doorway. Her eyes are scanning you over, brimming with tears as she rushes towards you. You flinch at her sudden closeness, doing your best to sink back into the thin hospital mattress. Your eyes land on the bandage wrapped around her neck. It covers a fucking huge area and is slightly dark from blood. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at the sight, knowing that you’re the one who hurt her. She reaches your side and reaches out to touch your arm, frowning when you rather poorly wriggle away.

“Darling…?” she questions, a hurt look crossing her face.

“I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you again please-“ you let out, your voice wavering.

“Darling I’m fine it wasn’t your- what on earth…?” she mutters, her gaze fixed on your hand that is tied down at your side.

Her expression quickly morphs from concern to anger, her whole body going rigid. She swears under her breath before shooting you a soft smile and saying she’ll be right back. She then exits the room rather quickly leading you and James to share a look of confusion. The confusion is soon answered by Larissa’s angry yell from the hallway outside. You then witness a very heated conversation between her and who you assume is a doctor during which Larissa angrily gestures towards you.

“She’ll be returning to Nevermore with me so that she can receive the help she actually needs. If she goes to whatever institution you plan on sending her not only will that be removing her from the place and people she knows but you’ll almost certainly be locking her up like some kind of criminal? Absolutely not. She is leaving with me and that’s final.” Larissa hisses.

“Miss Weems, with all due respect, she did attack-“ the doctor tries.

“No, she was attacked. And truly thank you for everything you did to keep her alive. But I am taking her home with me today and that is final.” She utters, levelling the poor doctor with a look that would make the strongest person wither and die.

The two exchange a few more words before the doctor leaves. Larissa stands there for a moment, her posture softening as she takes a deep breath. She then comes back into the room, her severe expression softening further. She comes back to your side opting not to touch you and instead resting her hand on the rail of your bed.

“The doctors sorting out a few more things and then you’ll be free to go. I-If you would like you are more than welcome to stay at Nevermore. Not-Not with me of course. I just- It may help to be around other outcasts and there are a few other vampires who may be able to help you with your situation.” She explains, not making eye contact with you and instead focusing intently on the floor.

“I can just go home if it would be easier-“ you murmur.

“I would rather you stay with me- with us at Nevermore. If that’s alright with you?” she asks.

“I think you should go to Nevermore,” James butts in, “It would give me peace of mind knowing you’re not all on your own.”

You nod, agreeing that it would probably be best if you had some help figuring out what you should do going forward now that you know you’re a vampire. And it would seem the students at Nevermore knew a fair bit more about your condition than you did. Larissa seemed relieved by your answer, her shoulders relaxing. James left a few minutes later, saying he was going to pick up some stuff from your place and would bring it round to Nevermore later.

A little while later a nurse comes in, undoing your restraints and explaining what your recovery process should entail. Larissa seems to be paying keen attention to what she’s saying, asking questions that you know you should be paying more attention to. Honestly, you’re feeling far too overwhelmed and tired to listen to what she’s talking about. Your head actually hurts trying to process everything that you’ve learned in the last hour.

You snap back to the present when Larissa gently touches your shoulder, telling you that you’re leaving. You sit up, absentmindedly rubbing at your aching wrists. You turn to stand, swinging your legs to hang over the side of the bed. You attempt to stand up, keyword attempt. The moment you put some of your weight on your feet you all but collapse. Luckily Larissa is there and she catches you, her arms wrapping around your waist and making your stomach flip. You stare up at her, your heart somehow both racing and aching terribly at the same time.

The nurse brings round a wheelchair, explaining that this sort of thing is very normal in patients who’ve been bedridden for as long as you have. She says something about you being back to normal in a few days, simply needing your body to readjust to everything. Larissa gently squeezes your hand, thanking her for all her help before wheeling you away.

You don’t know what the fuck has happened in the last two weeks. You don’t know how you’ve been a vampire your whole fucking life and had no clue. Suffice to say, you don’t know much. But you do know that even after everything that’s happened, you still love Larissa Weems. And you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between you.

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Your recovery was going well, all things considered. You had been out of the hospital and at Nevermore for about a week now. The day after Larissa had brought you back from the hospital you were introduced to Coach Vlad, apparently, not only was he rather skilled in physical therapy but was also a very old vampire. He had essentially taken you under his wing so to speak, telling you an awful lot about vampire history and teaching you about where most vamps got their blood from, how much they needed each day and all that.

Yoko, Enid and Wednesday had taken to visiting you in the evenings. The first night they had explained everything they knew and how they found it out. You were slightly disturbed Wednesday had been keeping such close tabs on you but were ultimately grateful. Yoko had explained that she had only ever heard of the practice you had been subjected to and was quite horrified it still happened in this day and age.

When they had left you then spent the night laying in your rather godddamn comfortable bed staring up at the ceiling as you essentially screamed internally. You were quite honestly flipping the fuck out. You kept asking yourself how you had missed it. How you could have possibly gone for so long not having any fucking clue. And that led to questions like how much your parents knew. They had to know you were a vampire and they had to have been the ones to…well try and change you to be more ‘normal.’ And if that wasn’t an extra large dose of parental trauma to add to the ever-growing list. What fun times.

You had booked an appointment with Dr. Kinbott the next morning.

You were currently deep in conversation with Vlad, taking a walk around campus to get your legs working again. You were taking a break in the quad when you turned just a bit too far and ended up wincing as the scars on your chest throbbed. Ever the attentive friend Vlad immediately checked you over and started asking a million questions.

“Vlad, I’m fine its just the scars. No big deal.” You huffed.

“Hmm, your healing should get better overtime. You have been without blood for a very long time. I’ll chat to Mari and see if she can’t whip up something with those plants of hers,” he comments.

“Mari?”

“Yeah, that’s what most of us call Marilyn. She’s a bit odd that one but a great teacher.” He hums.

“Oh…OHHH. OH wow, I am serving hella dyslexic right now. Oh my god.”

“I’ve been exposed to your silly words for a week now and yet you still come up with things that confuse the shit out of me,” he sighs.

“I thought you spelt her name like Mary – Lin. This whole time. I look dyslexic as fuck right now.”

“…Are you not dyslexic as fuck?” he grins.

You slap him, snorting and grumbling. The two of you take a seat on one of the benches, basking in an amicable silence. You turn when you hear a set of heels echoing against the stone of the hallways, You catch a glimpse of white hair disappearing around a corner and slump in your seat. Vlad notices and nudges you, raising a brow at your sudden down demeanour.

That was the one fuck up in your otherwise stellar recovery; Larissa was avoiding you. She had helped you settle in on the first evening but soon left you to your own devices. Part of you was relieved, if she was around you two would have to have a super difficult conversation or multiple difficult conversations. And you honestly didn’t know if you could handle that on top of everything else. On the other hand, you missed her dearly, you wanted to talk to her and just be with her. You wanted to share your worries with her, talk to her about everything that was going on in your mind. And know what was going on in hers. Know how she was feeling if she was upset with you or hurting. You missed her so much.

“She misses you too,” Vlad comments, breaking you from your silent musings.

“I’m not sure she does. I’m not sure I blame her if she doesn’t,” you sigh.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you. But I have worked with Larissa for a long time. She definitely cares deeply about you, anyone can see that. She’s just withdrawing to protect herself, and she probably thinks to protect you. She is a remarkable woman but she has been hurt so deeply by so many. She truly believes she is the cause of everyone’s problems. Take some time to figure out your feelings, but don’t give up on her, on the two of you.”

“Wow…I didn’t know you had it in you to do the deep and meaningfuls.I had assumed you were the ‘I don’t talk about my feelings, I am a rock’ type,” you joke.

“Yeah yeah, you can keep your feeling masking humour. Just promise you actually listened to what I said,” He snorts.

“I’m listening, I promise.” You huff, crossing your arms, “But if she does hate me then you’re buying me fuck tons of ice cream.”

“Deal,” he smirks.

“So, am I ever going to get a pair of sick fangs or…?” you grin.

“They should come back after some time, due to the enhanced healing,” he remarks, “I for one can’t wait until they come in and you sound like an even bigger dumbass trying to talk around them.”

“Yeah that’s sic- wait what?”

[pascalscoffin]

Bad Idea

Full Pedro Masterlist

No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[vmpkai]

in honor of pride month i ended up making queer headcannons of the main hamilton characters because i like making everything queer so

lgbtq+ hamilton headcannons

disclamer: yes some of the sexualities are weird because i like weird identities, i use weird identities, and sometimes it just makes sense. not a fan? close the door on your way out. also this is sponsored by 3 am thoughts and lack of sleep. anyways, shall we continue?

alexander hamilton

- he / they

- bi + polyam + trans guy

- a fanfic gave me the poly idea and i absolutely love it

- also alexander is just a trans name and he has that tboy swag

- has a thing for both john ( he finds all of his friends to be very attractive and flirts with them all )

- very obnoxious about his identity ( as he should )

john laurens

- he / him

- demisexual + gay + cis

- it just works for him

- knew he was gay from birth he just needed some boys to kiss

hercules mulligan

- he / him

- bihet or unlabeled + demiromantic + cis

- makes and sells pride flags + has several pride stickers

- doesn't really care all that much, but find himself having a preference for women

- does have a major thing for laf though ( is way too shy to talk about it )

marquis de lafayette

- all pronouns

- pan + genderfluid + non binary

- so obnoxiously gay and it's wonderful

- definitely does drag in their free time ( and fucking slays it each time )

angelica schuyler

- she / her

- pan + aroace + trans woman

- if you even think anything queerphobic she will tear you a new one ( kicked a transphobe in the teeth cuz of a comment they made towards her )

- such a girlboss about it

eliza schuyler

- she / they

- bi + polyam + asexual + cis

- polyam idea also from a fanfic ( it was really good )

- alex helped her realize she was polyam

- has a big fat crush on maria lewis

peggy schuyler

- any pronouns

- lesbian + genderfluid

- blames all of her problems on homophobia ( as she should )

- the most lesbian to ever lesbian tbh

- reminds me of one of my irl friends tbh ( both give off the same vibes )

maria lewis ( reynolds )

- she / her

- bi lesbian + trans girl

- doesn't talk about her sexuality a lot cuz she hates explaining ( mood )

- eliza was lesbian awakening, alexander was bi awakening, james made her realize she did NOT like men. well cis men at least ( just like me frfr )

thomas jefferson

- he / him

- bigay + aromantic + cis

- label depends on the day, really

- flirts with everyone ( more or less to get what he wants cuz he puts his pretty privilege to use )

- secretly does drag and denies all accusations ( he'd make a fabulous queen )

james madison

- he / him

- gay + demiaroace + trans guy

- nobody actually knows he's trans aside from those with the transtuition

- in a qpt relationship with thomas

aaron burr

- he / him

- hetero + aromantic + cis

- he's a quiet ally who supports his friends

- does not have a queer opinion at fucking all ( as per usual ) #certifiedfencesitter

george washington

- he / him

- hetero + cis

- doesn't understand but he tried his best

- ( at pride with all his kids the revolutionary set ) stranger: "how many genders are there?" washington: "i dunno man, i just got here."

king george

- nameself pronouns / neos / he

- gay + cis

- is 100% both a drag king and drag queen ( he's just so cunty )

- has that roly west of energy ( please tell me that someone can see the vision )

[luxxsolaris]

The issues (and non-issues) of bimbocore

This little discussion is coming off the back of a thought (rant) I shared on another blog a few weeks ago, largely where reinvented bimbo started compared to where it is now and why is everyone blaming Chrissy Chlapecka?

the resurgence of the 'bimbo' aesthetic in the early 2020s embarked as a movement of reclamation, a way to assert that there was actually nothing demeaning about a barbie-esque appearance and to remove the power from stereotypes used against us, essentially centring the Bimbo in a queer, left-wing ideology.

If you were to ask a modern Bimbo why hot pink? Why bedazzled? Why perform this exaggerated caricature of femininity? You might end up in a seemingly unrelated discussion about the modern Western political landscape. Bimbo culture has essentially emerged upon the heels of the controversies surrounding feminine experiences and bodily autonomy across the United States- women feeling that they are being confined to a specific performance of femininity, that the government is regulating their femininity, may tell you that the idea of bimbo culture is a satirical backlash to the ideas of what a modern Western woman should be and what she is expected to be. She is nothing more than a doll to the culture that surrounds her and her response is to take what is expected of her and make it a performance a juxtaposition of what she is expected to be and what she is and make them hate her for the femininity she is presenting. And thats exactly what Lauren Pantin said in her short update newsletter - ' If you’re going to punish me for being a woman anyway, I’m going to be the silliest, brattiest, potty-mouthed no-no of a woman you’ve ever seen. I’ll be the dumbest bitch on earth! Where’s my crown!"

Ask another bimbo and she'll tell you that her bimboism stems from the movement to satirise consumerist culture and misogyny, aiming to remove the stigmas around hyper-femininity. Essentially, allowing women to empower themselves through their femininity (rather than the popular idea of in spite of their femininity cough cough inlog cough) and giving women ownership over their sexuality and their body in ways that actively combat the misogynistic standards held against them- oftentimes gearing it towards queer people. It's a new-wave feminist movement designed to avert the male gaze through women appearing as these caricatures of traditional femininity whilst emphasising their own dominance and independence as support for women's right movements.

So it's a kind of sartorial rebellion against oppressive politics and culture? Well, it was at first. And to many it still is, however, as with all trends rooted in a sartorial culture the meaning tends to get lost in the shares and reposts as it expands across social media. Those who just happen across the culture or see nothing but images of it scattered across the internet arent likely to understand that this aesthetic is also a political performance, it will become a bimbo resurgence!... but not effectively hold the same weight and meaning that the movement was intended to hold.

One way to look at this is the trend of " girl [activity]" . Trends like girl maths, girl dinner, explaining things to the girlies. Now let me get it straight theres nothing wrong in finding a little fun in these trends- girl dinner was cute, as someone who loves cooking I loved seeing what everyone was making for their dinner until it got overrun by the 'I only had iced coffee today' brigade. Sometimes I'll see a girl maths video about how if I pay in cash its basically free since the number on my bank account didn't change and I laugh because thats logic I have applied to purchases before. There's little funny things and behaviours that people will have in common, and they're being labelled as 'girl [blank]' because it is predominantly groups of women discussing them and finding a little fun in it. But again, as trends reach a wider audience their initial intention becomes lost along the way and generalisations start to set in. TV shows and radio hosts have entire segments explaining girl maths, it has become cute and quirky to explain political landscapes in terms of shopping and makeup, and bimbo culture has become less of a satirical performance and instead commonly assumed as a Karen Smith- esque personality reminiscent of the 'dumb blondes' of the early 2000s.

Removing this sartorial protest from its context can be seem as damaging, especially in the way that social media currently presents aesthetics surrounding sexuality to young people. As bimbo culture reaches a wider audience it's likely to fall into the hands of young people who are, let's face it, not going to care about the deeper meaning. Young people are likely to see celebrities, tiktok personalities, attractive people in general donning their hot pink promiscuous outfits and feel inclined to join in on what is presented to them as nothing more than the newest fashion trend.

One of the key movements of bimboisim is to embrace feminine sexuality and overcome the stigmas about women expressing their sex and sexuality and sartorially this is represented by the micro mini skirt and the skimpy shirt. Society has had no difficulty pushing teenage girls to grow up rather quickly by presenting them with teen magazines in the y2k era talking about how to get a bigger bust or butt, social media promoting the attractive body type the attractive face the attractive makeup the attractive style of clothing that will settle their pubescent insecurities and validate them in the eyes of a society run by men. Young women are ridiculed for their bodies not being developed enough at 15, for not being sexually active at 16, must have lived the life experiences of drugs and alcohol and sex and heartbreak at 17 and are then turned into high school girl fucks random guy porn at 18. Removed-bimboism has become part of the problem in which young girls not only feel the need to dress promiscuously and express a sexuality that they still haven't fully explored in order to feel validated as an active part of society but also have to present themselves as stupid in order to seem funny cute and quirky. The idea that women are only able to understand complex theories if they are presented in terms of fashion and shopping and makeup is a stereotype enforced by tv and movie comedy that women have worked endlessly to overcome, and the reclamation of bimbo culture should not actively counteract the progress of feminist activity. You don't have to be smart to be a modern bimbo by any means, in terms of intelligence the movement is centred around a more relaxed approach to success that counters the ideology of the girl boss movement- you don't HAVE to be a huge success or overwork yourself to hell and back to validate who you are as a woman.

Modern bimboism set out with the comfort of knowing there is no pressure to understand everything, you might need something explained in your own terms, you might just be a little fucking stupid sometimes but there is no active harm in not always understanding. That, however, has been twisted through these trends discussed prior to make it seem like all bimbos (and by misogynistic extension, all women) are just not as smart as men. Which, as we know, is likely to be emulated by young people as it reaches a wider audience.

So it's understandable why there is concern over bimboism. But at what point does critique of bimboism begin to drift into the right wing? Blaming women who dress provocatively simply for being women who dress provocatively is not the answer, in my opinion, to the issues with the bimbo culture. There is (to the chagrin of many) nothing wrong with an adult women expressing the ownership of the sexuality that she was granted the right to express through the liberation of women, sex and queerness.

Tensions have been rising within more radical groups, or groups who are of the tendency to reject feminine presentation in regard to what they perceive as an active threat to the reputation of women. There has been a desire expressed across social media sites by these women that 'all women' should refrain from direct expressions of femininity and reject all social norms expected of women under the assertion that it 'makes us all look bad'. There is a lot to be said about the ways in which misogyny utilises stereotypes and generalisations of what is considered 'feminine behaviour' to degrade women, however, it is highly pretentious and internally misogynistic a notion that the very idea of feminine expression is to be at fault. The ideology begins to attack individual women, expressing that their online content is to blame for the ways in which men treat women, or that children have become so oversexualised.

In a way this reflects the puritan standards of online censorship frequently weaponised by the right wing in order to oppress further marginalised groups. 'Think of the Children' has been used time and time again as a way to bastardise protests of queerness, of sexual liberation of racial equity and it is being weaponised now again just as it was across the 70s against women who dare to be 'immodest' . It goes without saying that people who create content online are not responsible for the actions of teenagers who in the midst of discovering their sexuality, may seek out more mature content- not just for sexual gratification, but a newfound interest into how adults express their sexuality as a way to help them navigate expression themselves. To place limits on how women are allowed to dress or express sexuality is to revert to the ideas of puritanism that existed prior to the (well, partial) liberation of the marginalised people.

Is bimbo culture perfect? No, it's been washed out as a mimicry of early 2000s internalised misogyny. Is it worth hating on random women? No, there issue is more centred to how misgyny is so deeply rooted in our society that we are happier to blame women for the stereotypes forced upon them than to actually comment on how society cultivates these ideas.

[dollys-perfect-world]

Coffee Shop!!♡

Laucara fic!!!!

It was over. Ant was gone; out of the picture. Lauren finally broke up with him, and he moved away. He didn't really like anyone in this town anyone. Lauren could live freely again; maybe even start talking to Connor, Zach, Pip, and Cara again.

But for now, she was going on a walk to the coffee shop near her apartment. She hadn't ever been there before; Ant wouldn't let her for some reason. So she was partly going for coffee, partly to see why he didn't want her there.

Lauren grabbed her jacket and slid it on, grabbed her phone, put on headphones, and left the apartment. It wasn't a long walk; only around 10 minutes. The music made it feel shorter. Ant never liked when she played Pigeon Pit. Good thing he isn't here.

Lauren paused her music and put her headphones around her neck as she walked in to the cozy shop. She took a minute to look around, since there wasn't currently a barista at the counter. The lighting was dim, and the decorations were nice. The booths and seating looked comfortable. Why did Ant not want her here?

Then she got her answer.

From the back, Cara Ward walked up to the counter. She arranged a few things around the counter before looking up, immediately catching eyes with Lauren.

Lauren's heart stopped at her first good look at Cara in god-knows-how-long. The way strands of hair fell over her face was familiar. So was her long eyelashes that looked golden in the sunlight, the pink tint around her eyes, or the freckles that were faded now due to it being winter, but in the summer were the first thing you noticed. Familiar, yes. But Lauren was never able to get used to it; even when they were close. And she definitely wasn't used to it now.

She didn't realize she was staring until Cara cleared her throat. Lauren walked up to the counter and looked up at the menu.

"just a vanilla iced coffee. please." Lauren hoped she didn't sound nervous, but it would be a miracle if she didn't.

"Basic as always." Cara mumbled putting something into a cash register. There was silence for a moment. Lauren needed to break it.

"I'm sorry."

That made Cara look up from the register. "You're sorry?"

Lauren nodded. The guilt was all coming back. "I'm really sorry. for everything. I don't mean to blame anyone but myself, but it was Ants idea. Everything I did was all really Anthony. I was just stupid enough to listen."

Lauren finally looked up and stopped rambling when she saw Cara smiling.

"It's fine, Lauren. Calm down. Don't blame yourself for something a boy named after an incect did," Cara said with a laugh.

Lauren just stared for a moment. "You don't... you don't hate me? or anything?"

Cara shook her head. "Hate is a strong word. I 'hate' very few people. Ant might be one of them, but you definitely aren't. Now go sit down, your coffee will be out in a moment."

With no complaints, Lauren walked over to a booth. The seats were comfy. And she now knew why Ant didn't want her here. Cara was here.

Did he not trust her around Cara? Did he think that she would immediately try to ditch him for a chance to be her friend again? Well, thinking of it now, maybe she would've. Caras advice was always better. And her comfort. And her hugs. And God, pretty much everything.

But with Ant it was romantic; Cara wasn't even a friend anymore. For the most part.

Of course, Lauren has nothing against gay people. Hell, Caras gay. But she could never be. She was in love with Ant, right? Or, she had been. Even if she compared every kiss from Ant to that one experimental kiss from Cara at a sleepover. Even if she missed Caras soft hair everytime she felt Ants. Even if...

It's not love. It never has been. It's all platonic. Right? Friends can admire friends.

Cara calling her name snapped her back to reality. Lauren walked up to the counter with a slight smile. She nodded to Cara, who nodded back, then started to walk out. She took a sip of the coffee - granted, it was better than most other iced coffees, - and looked at the paper to-go cup.

She wrote her phone number on the cup. omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg she wrote her new number on the cup.

I DIDNT MWAN TO POST THIS WAHSJWSJHWJSHW

whatever

do yall want more of this or should I dnf it

[totaldrama-head-canon]

Total drama Parent Au Part 3: ⚠️This idea is not going to make sense at all but I just wanted to throw it out there⚠️

So if anyone had to be Scary girl Mom it would 100% be Dawn since they look similar (making a bet Dawn gene is dominant) and Scary girl hair is dyed so it possible that she can have blonde hair but then I was thinking who can be her dad? It going to be hard to figure out If Dawn genetic is dominant so I tried to do it based on personality. (Btw i picked the guys she interacted with the most on her team)

Option one is Scott: I mean Scott does like to scheme and cause trouble just so he can win while Scary girl tries to hurt her teammate to hear them scream so it would make the most logical sense. Though Scott is only is like this because he wasn’t held enough as a child, if that the case he would definitely do his best to be better then his parents were and to make sure Scary girl wouldn’t turn out like him but end up failing I also think he would be afraid of Scary due to how extreme she can be. (I can imagine this would cause Dawn and Scott to a lot argue since they would both would blame each other for her behavior)🦊

Second Option is B: Tbh I feel like B wouldn’t be her biological dad and no it doesn’t have to due with skin color, like I mentioned before if Dawn genetics are more dominant then it wouldn’t matter what the father eye color, skin color or hair color is since in the end she would look like Dawn (unless she a natural brunette). The only reason I think B wouldn’t be her biological dad is because he give more stepdad vibe. I feel like if this was the case Scary girl Dad would of never been in the picture to begin with leading B to become as her new father figure which he does a good job since his silence make her feel comfortable and safe. (Dawn and B would have a normal quiet relationship where their love language is action due to B still not speaking)🐻

Last option is Lighting: Both him and scary girl have a few thing in common, they are very athletic, their both are extremely strong and They can get angry/violent when someone offends them. Lighting definitely would teach her self defense move and sign her up for gymnastics as a sport. Also Lightning calls Dawn Creepy girl all of the time so it wouldn’t be surprising if he gave Lauren the nickname Scary girl, But despite her behavior Lighting would still care about her and wouldn’t judge her behavior unless it damage his reputation which hasn’t happened.⚡️ (Dawn and Lighting would have a good relationship, I like to believe they would have a Yin Yang relationship)

Bonus:

(Btw this is just a random idea you don’t have to take seriously but I do think if Dawn was her mom scary girl would have mommy issue due to how different they are and Dawn not approving of Scary girl violence)

[endiness]

Just a friendly reminder that Henry Cavill not only didn't know that the books existed when he first started to pursue the role but he actually thought that they were based off the games (and despite proclaiming himself to be such a fan of the series and a lorebuff in general, he still never bothered to read them or research the franchise in any way and he also somehow ~curiously missed that the books and Sapkowski are the first thing credited in the games) and he didn't learn otherwise let alone read the books until after Lauren told him they existed. He also only read the series once back in 2018 right before he was cast and he only ever really played the third game (which he hasn't even played the DLC for.) Also, by his own admission, he didn't do any research for the role because he felt he didn't need to with how much he already knew about the series. (Except we've already established just how little he knew about the series and a lack of curiosity and willingness to research it any further than the little he already knew, so~)

The whole "Henry Cavill is the One True ChampionTM of the books that ValiantlyTM fought against the EvilTM writers" thing was also just a massive pr campaign he ran against Lauren, the writers, and the show — likely to deflect from how it was due to his acting choices that Geralt's characterization was inaccurate to the books in S1 due to how he would cut his lines. He also lied about that whole situation and tried to act like Geralt was never originally written as being as verbose as he was in the books when he was actually written that way, he tried to blame Geralt's lack of dialogue on Yennefer and Ciri's prominence (Ciri's scenes were the ones actually cut in S1, btw), and he tried to act like the lines he was cutting weren't really that important anyway so it didn't really matter that he cut them even though according to Joey he often had to improvise and take Henry's lines to move the plot forward.

Given how much Henry Cavill also pushed the idea that he didn't really have that much input and influence on the scripts during the press for S2 despite Lauren basically saying the exact opposite and how she'd go over the scripts and everything with the actors and how quarantine really gave them time to change things and how that was especially the case with Henry, how Freya said in a S2 interview that they (the actors) come up with a lot of ideas and bring them up, and also how much input Joey's had in the show which ranges anywhere from writing Jaskier's songs to being heavily involved in Jaskier's sexuality and getting book characters and scenes into the show… It's also very likely that Henry Cavill started pushing the whole narrative about how much he cares about the source material and what an advocate he was of it to also deflect from how he was the catalyst for things like Yennefer's betrayal arc, Eskel's death (which in itself led to things like Lambert's harsher attitude toward Ciri and Vesemir trying to create new witchers), and Voleth Meir being the big bad due to how he, basically, didn't want to play Geralt with any characters flaws in S2.

Henry Cavill also likely started that narrative because he was big mad that he was co-lead with two women (Ciri is the main character of the main series) and that the show heavily revolves around women (like the books do).

Hope that helps!

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

[miss-bluerose]

TDI23 Season 2 ep 13 thoughts and my thoughts on a possible Season 3. Spoilers ahead.

Ep 13: All of the eliminated contestants come back and have chosen which finalists team they want to be on.

Team Caleb: Priya, Millie, Damien, Emma and Nichelle.

Team Wayne: Zee, Raj, Bowie, Axel, Ripper and Chase.

Team Julia: MK.

*Lauren/SG was not allowed to pick a team.*

First, they have use a wagon to pull their team up a mountain while they try to ignore some distractions along the way. Next, they have to cross a tightrope over a deep gorge with water and predators at the bottom while their team arms themselves with t-shirt cannons to attack the other finalists. Lastly, they must run further up the mountain and put on a flying squirrel suit and glide their way to the finish line at the docks to win the grand prize. I liked these challenges but was surprised that all three of them stayed in the fight the whole way through, that's a first for the franchise.

Chris:

Please stop abusing your interns. He says that Julia's new haircut has given her a power up and it feels like that's a reference to something but I have no idea what. Believes that Wayne is out of the challenge and doesn't approve of the hot air balloon that Chef got. Can't believe that Wayne won but seems happy for him I think.

Chef:

"Never skip leg day Caleb" and "Wayne is digging himself a grave" killed me omg. 😂 Got a hot air balloon for Chris and him that has hearts on it lol. Shoves a bag of marshmallows in Ripper's mouth when he complains about there not being any.

Elimination order:

3rd: Julia - Her podcast idea sounds dumb tbh. She only has one team member, LOL. Technically that did help her get to the gorge first but whatever. I laughed when she was knocked off the tightrope by Lauren. Gets knocked off again by Priya and then gets her hair BITTEN OFF by the raptor she insulted in season one. Ends up with a mullet even though the reactions from the others makes it sound like she had lost her whole scalp. Punches the raptor in the face in retaliation. Attacks Caleb while he's trying to cross the gorge and jumps to the other side to finish the tightrope first. Puts on a flying squirrel suit but is scared to jump off the mountain lol. Is physically incapable of playing fair and fights Caleb in the air. His weight and falling through the trees probably should have hurt her somehow but she's perfectly fine of course. 🙄 Continues to fight him while running to the finish line. Is salty about losing and wonders why she didn't win after how she played this time around. What can I say? Karma got you, bitch. 😉😁🖕

16th: Lauren/Scary Girl - Didn't get to choose a team but made up for it by being an absolute 👑Queen👑 by getting a hold of MK's t-shirt cannon and shooting Julia off the tightrope lmfao. 🤣 MK manages to take it back from her and she falls into the water. Lands between the predators and Caleb, then scares them away just by hissing at them, what a beast. 💪 Sings a little bit about Caleb and Julia crashing through the trees lol.

15th: Chase - Was water skiing behind the boat when it hit land causing him to smack into the back of it. 😂 Technically didn't have any of his own dialogue lol.

14th: Millie - Gets hit by a t-shirt she fired that ricocheted off the opposite gorge wall, which is so sad. 😔 She kinda makes up for it by telling MK to not even think about firing her cannon at Caleb when Damien is pointing his at her head.

13th: Emma - Has oneish lines of dialogue, rip. 💀 Still bites her finger nails.

12th: Nichelle - Wants Julia to lose and doesn't offer helpful advice about how to cross a tightrope when Caleb asks.

11th: Bowie - Managed to get Wayne and Raj to forget about the ice cream by shouting a bunch of sports/hockey cliches. It kinda sounds like he's getting a bit tired of Raj's lack of intelligence and honestly, I don't blame him. He did more to help Wayne than Raj did.

10th/9th: Axel/Ripper - They're still together and I laughed when he fell off the boat. She thinks that having friends is a disadvantage and loses faith in Wayne when he gets distracted. She has a pair of binoculars and updates the others on the air battle and when Wayne shows up. He is disappointed that there's no marshmallows this time despite just Priya getting one when she won previously.

8th: Zee - Gets distracted by the pizza which is a little unexpected tbh but still funny. 😆 Should have thrown MK into the water after she fired her cannon at him. Gives a sassy response to Bowie when he said that Wayne needs to spread out his arm flaps to avoid getting hurt. 😂

7th: MK - Is terrible at encouraging her teammate lol, I guess old habits die hard. Let Lauren hold her cannon and it immediately backfired lol. Actually managed to take it back from her later though. Fires at the other helpers and then gets pelted herself. 😂 Tries to comfort Julia about her ugly new haircut and isn't very good at it. Fired a t-shirt at Zee for no reason. Replies sarcastically when Julia is confused about why she didn't win.

6th: Damien - Still salty about his immunity idol being stolen which is great to see. Points his cannon at the back of MK's head with an angry look on his face. 😈

5th: Raj - Tried to get Wayne to forget about the ice cream but he falls victim to it too lol. Seems to have lost some more IQ points since his elimination. Isn't much help to Wayne throughout the finale.

4th: Priya - It bugs me how she's not supporting Caleb in the right way. She reminds me of a certain horrendous contestant from RR who constantly put down her partner when he wasn't doing well in a challenge, though not quite as bad as her. Stays with Caleb despite him not winning.

2nd: Caleb - $1 to 1,000,000 charities, bro wtf. 😆 It's sad how his team is just supporting him because they think he has the better chance of beating Julia and don't care if he actually wins. 😔 Is very top heavy and struggles with the tightrope, falling off on his own instead of being knocked off. Gets knocked off again by Wayne's helpers. Makes it across the tightrope and catches up to Julia who finally jumps after he arrives. Instead of letting her fall to her death, he gives her advice on how to glide properly and she repays him by attacking him. They continue to fight in the air until he tackles her and they fall through the trees. Falls for her fake pain routine once but is still able to keep up with her. Feels bad that he lost but recovers quickly after Priya kisses him.

Winner 🏆

1st: Wayne - Likes the canoe the money is in and forgot about the grand prize somehow lol. It's sweet how his team's support for him is genuine. 👍 Is struggling with pulling his team, then gets distracted by the pizza bar and then the ice cream bar. Finally makes it to the gorge but instead of being knocked off by Caleb's team, he's knocked off by Raj, who thought that he would want a free t-shirt. 🤦 On his seventh try he decides to pole vault across the gorge but falls short and lands crotch-first on the tightrope that launches him high into the air and out of sight. Somehow, he landed where the flying squirrel suits are and is back in the race. "Desperate times call for bad ideas", so he decides to put his arms at his sides and gain incredible speed at the risk of getting hurt. His dangerous plan paid off and he won the final challenge! 🥳🎉👏 "Can I keep the canoe?!" 😂 Apparently he's going to buy a new bus for the Snow Owls and put some money away for college or buy a second bus so the team can get to places twice as fast which is not how it works lol.

What a season! It's not perfect but it's not the worst one either in my opinion. I'm not sure if I like it more than the first reboot season or not. The challenges were mostly great and there were many funny moments. I'm happy about the winner and kinda glad that no one can be a finalist twice. Btw, I put Caleb 2nd and Julia 3rd because he looked closer to the target to me and he could have held his arm out to block her from getting to the finish line I think. If there is more Total Drama down the line, I won't use this format to talk about the episodes anymore, it's way too much work. Anyways, on with my thoughts about a possible season three of the reboot!

Reboot Season 3 Thoughts/Hopes

- JULIA HAS TO BE THE FIRST BOOT! After everything she's done there's no way anyone other than MK would trust her and I think her reaction would be priceless.

- Nichelle and Lauren are the only ones from this gen to never make the merge so they could go far and Lauren should be the main villain for sure.

- I'd love to see Zee and Damien go far and for Zee to not get a BS elimination for once.

- Priya, Caleb and Wayne should probably go early.

- It's not something I want to see but in the finale, it kinda looked like there's some angst brewing between Raj and Bowie, so that could be a plot point in the next season.

- Emma and Bowie should rekindle their friendship, it was weird that they never interacted in season 2.

- Axel and Ripper should be on separate teams, I liked that she was a bit nicer at the start of the season but it seemed like she went back to being harsh after she got together with Ripper. Some space apart should allow her to keep improving, I'm not sure about him though.

- Millie needs to train between seasons if she wants to stay in the game longer without Priya guiding her.

- I have no idea what MK could do in another season, she's not well liked by the others and seems too lazy to train tbh.

- Chase has nothing else to offer except a short-lived villain arc I think.

- Chris still being the family friendly version of Jigsaw and Chef still caring about the contestants wellbeing while they both keep dropping some truly hilarious and savage burns.

- I like the island and genuinely believe that there could be more of it to discover that we haven't seen yet. Possible examples include: a field of flowers, a pond that no dangerous animals live in, a portion of forest where the treetops are so thick that it's mostly dark even in the daytime with only a little bit of sunlight shining through, etc.

- The cookie challenge from Squid Game would be great to see and a corn maze.

That's all for now! If I think of more ideas then I might edit this post. Thanks for reading and don't forget to watch season 2 when it comes to your country. Viewership might decide if more Total Drama gets made or not. Until next time! 😄

[kimberlyannharts]

misc thoughts on Issue #117 -

= Hi, Alien Rangers. Bye, Alien Rangers

= With this basically being the lead-in to the third act I think you can really start to feel the "we have to drag this out for a full year" vibe. I'm not sure why we're doing the "Rangers get corrupted when they morph!!!!" conversation like it's a huge reveal when we've known it for. many issues at this point. I feel like we didn't need five issues to break open the Power Eggs and discover they have Morphin Grid crystals inside of them, no matter how many times in previous issues they went THESE EGGS ARE SO DANGEROUS IF WE EVEN BREATHE NEAR THEM WE'LL ALL BLOW UP. Also yet another monster fight my GOD we did not NEED THREE MONSTER FIGHTS IN THIS ONE EVENT

= I think the redundancy is especially noticeable because they're filling time with that stuff when actual follow-up isn't addressed. We've moved past the Safehaven thing like nothing happened. No one talks about how Drakkon's gone, no one talks about how Kiya's gone, no one's upset with Kim about how her idea to retake Safehaven led to people getting captured. The loss of characters like Scorpina and the Omegas will mostly get summed up in a "man, it sucks that we lost them :(" sort of way. We all just moved on, and I think that's an other reason this event feels like nothing's happening despite things clearly happening

= When this issue first dropped I saw people give the most praise to the Jason/Taylor scene which.....I feel is a little overhyped. I'd been comparing Taylor's inclusion to how Shattered Grid had Jen but here this just made me think of Jason/Lauren and how their first bonding scene felt a lot more natural and personal. But I guess I can't totally blame people for liking this scene as it's the only other real instance of an MMPR getting one-on-one bonding with a non-MMPR character outside of Billy, who gets to hang out with Kendall AND Phantom Ranger while the others mostly just stick with their love interests. (Though Trini will get a scene with Coinless Trini next issue, at the very least.) I think I'd also like it better if Taylor actually had more of her abrasive and angry personality from the show, to give her a more interesting dynamic with Jason. She's pretty.....generic here. Honestly even Kendall doesn't really feel like Kendall from the show outside of being smart. Basically they're both not mean enough

= Speaking of "don't feel like they're from the show" The Billy/Phantom Ranger scene is pretty good, though it's what I mean by BOOM's Phantom Ranger basically being an comic OC by this point

= Astronema gets namedropped here which, along with Darkonda's appearance in #104, really makes you wonder why Dark Specter's actual show generals aren't part of this event. Also I can't look at that Psycho Ranger scene without thinking of one tweet where someone was like "wait, corrupt the PSYCHO RANGERS?"

= And....yeah. The montage of Hyperforce collecting all the rangers. I'm assuming they'll get some kind of big triumphant 11th-hour save in the finale (since we know from DH #1 previews that Hyperforce didn't get caught and corrupted - or at the very least Chloe didn't) but I forgot that the actual sequence of them getting recruited happened this early. This really won't get followed up on for another five or six issues? damn. At least it'll be a nice reprieve from Hyperforce

= Dark Specter kills Alpha-Xi in this issue, something I do actually understand since Alpha-1 was urging Rita to stage a coup, compared to how I think destroying Death Ranger was just stupid from a strategic standpoint. Do you think the books will acknowledge that Xi is dead now too

= The whole "hey, Dark Specter is abusive" thing is brought to a head in this issue and.....that's definitely going to have to be talked about on its own. It's........something.

[my-mt-heart]

About JDM. I agree that in a ideal world no one should be talking on behalf of everyone else, show business or not, "normal work place" (ah ah) or not. But we re not in an ideal world, and people are bound to make mistakes in the heat of the moment..people are human and flawed, even tv super stars.

Also, not to blame her because she does what she wants of course, but MMB never spoke herself publicly on the matter so its kind of hard to know what she thinks.

Also again, the pb for me should not be, as i 've read, that he's a man talking on behalf of a woman. Im not saying there isnt mysogyny or sexism in hollywood or "the real world" (ah ah), but as far as im concerned (and im not a man before anyone comes at me for this), he spoke as a collegue abt another collegue . Well, former collegue, now. Also, apparently he's one of NR best friend, so if ur best friend is attacked and u feel its unfair, yeaaah u re gonna publicly defend him.

Mind u: NR didnt speak himself for quite a long time after the inital mess, i think the first thing he said was after a few weeks with an answer to a fan on line who was like "eh norman have u seen whats being said" blablabla, and he answered something like "what did i miss? 😎" in a sort of ironical/cynical way. Correct me if im wrong.

But my point is that i personnally saw a collegue speaking for a collegue, and a friend defending a friend. If it had been Lauren Cohan saying "eh guys your wrong!" Would people have been more kind to her because its ok for a woman to talk on behalf or another woman?

JDM might no be super close to Melissa but last time we checked, they were more than fine with each other (i still think abt this lovely bts picture of both of them for 10.12, yes, its just promo but still).

And he didnt say anything bad abt her. He just said "they love each other, they re both very sad abt the situation and Norman's not the bad guy here". Maybe he knows them better than we do?

Was it clumsy of him? Yes. He might have actually been hurt for Norman and didnt think straight, who knows?

Was it inappropriate? Not his role? Probably. But the argument of him being a man here, while i do in a way understand where its coming from, still cant help but feel uneased by it. I for one think if we are going to be outraged, we should be outraged at whoever is speaking on behalf of Melissa, but im pretty convinced that if Lauren or Danai had defended Norman, nobody would have bat an eye. We are complaining because he's a man, and because he's supposedly the closest to Norman amongst the cast. Feel a bit unfair.

Its ok if u or your followers disagree of course. Again, im not saying that there isnt a pb with men vs woman in hollywood or the world in general, i just think that in this case, this is not the pb.

The idea that Melissa needed a break is inherently sexist because it implies she couldn't keep up with the same workload that her male colleagues had been given. Also, blasting it on Twitter has major ramifications for Melissa because people are far more likely to accept that a woman needs a break vs. a man needing one. You may recall that Andy said himself that being overseas, away from his family, became too difficult, yet no one criticized his fans for demanding Rick back for four years.

Even if contracts allowed a lead actress to back out that way (they don't), even if it was true that Melissa needed a break (-_-), it makes her look flaky and weak to other studios who might consider casting her on another project. Melissa and AMC legally agreed to announce that the location was "untenable" for her, nothing else. That's important. Regardless of whether or not JDM said what he said to defend his friend, it went off script and that's unprofessional.

Do I like that Norman was being cast as the evil villain? No. Do I think he was the evil villain in all of this? Ultimately...no. I'm frustrated because usually when a show is dealing with a controversy, the go-to strategy is to not say anything until the situation is further assessed, yet AMC and one of their male leads acted pretty fast to directly address the backlash in defense of another male lead. Melissa didn't get the same treatment. In fact, she's been dealing with fans saying sexist and ageist things about her and Carol for years without anything being done about it. And for the record, that doesn't have to mean calling out every fan who insults them. It is worth noting though, that the one person who did come to Melissa's defense last April (in an appropriate way) was Laurie Holden, who is no stranger to mistreatment herself. That should tell us something.

So in conclusion, anon, the issue here might not come down to a man speaking for a woman, but there is absolutely a gender bias in this whole mess. JDM's actions have unfortunately changed my perception of him, and while I might be able to support Norman again eventually (provided Melissa does too and provided I don't feel alienated as a Caryl fan), it's probably going to take a lot more than a Narol tweet for me to support JDM again (not that I had much interest in watching the same drama unfold between Negan and Maggie anyway). Every time I see someone insist that Melissa needed a break and try to scold others for "robbing her of her choice," it makes me angry all over again because how can you ever really undo all that damage?

ETA: If a woman had jumped the gun like JDM did, she would've been fired so fast. JDM still has his show.

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My friends leave me out of things, a lot. They only text me if they need notes or something. Pretty sure they won't even remember my birthday right now. It wasn't like this before. When we started college, we were this huge group and we had fun, loads of fun. I think it's my fault too for going home so often, since it was just 2 hours away. I stopped now and I even tried to include myself but it didn't work. I even tried telling them about my feelings, but they brushed it off. One of them did show some concern, they thought *I* was the one staying out. but I just told them it was fine and I tried going out with them again, only to be felt left out again since all they talk about is *their* inside jokes and *their* groupchats. I told myself, "why bother" and now I'm actually isolating myself. I want to hide this from my family because they're very likely gonna blame it on me for not knowing who my real friends are. I don't think I can make new friends right now. I just need help on how to make my time alone worthwhile without just laying in bed and crying.

(sorry this was a long ask, I just needed to let it out and hopefully receive some advice)

Hey there,

It sounds like your friends at the moment are kind of just using me as you mentioned they just contact you when they are needing something. This does not fair like a fair friendship at all and especially as they seem to be leaving you out now as well. I want you to know though that none of this is your fault, sometimes friends just go their separate ways and I know that you feel as though your family will view this as being your fault but it’s not. I also know that even though it’s important to have a friend or two in life and not isolate, I feel as though you will find a good friend for yourself if you keep trying to put yourself out there when and if you want to!

In terms of how you can make your time more worthwhile though when you are alone, I am wondering if you could take up some new interests/ hobbies to take up some of your time. This could be helpful because it means you will be doing something that you enjoy whilst also learning more about yourself in regards to your likes and dislikes in life.

Another idea, may be to work on something productive that will help to keep you busy and distracted that you can look back upon and be proud of yourself with. So for example these things could be doing something creative like drawing or doing some colouring in, or writing short stories or poems if that is more your thing. I myself do both depending on where I’m at mentally in my head and what I feel up to doing and so lately that has been colouring which can really take you out of your head and especially if you’re colouring in something that you have to think about colour wise!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going well!

Take care,

Lauren