#mae goes on a rant

[mauswyx]

soft-spoken s/o

TLDR: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Jennifer Check, and Bo Sinclair's reactions to having a fairly quiet s/o WORD COUNT: 1k CW: none, fluff AO3

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Thomas Hewitt

ironically would not be used to the silence at first; he’s used to chatters and screaming! He’s never met someone who speaks so quietly 

will lean towards you when you speak, listening intensely 

finds your silence comforting after the initial shock and enjoys your quiet presence as he goes about his business

quickly adapts to communicating with you via body language and facial expressions, etc; it is a method he’s familiar with after all

takes great pride that he’s the only one that can read your mind or decipher your mumbling

He couldn’t help but spare you a glance every so often as you sat at the opposite end of the barn as he worked. You were mending a shirt Luda Mae scavenged from some luggage…or at least trying to. Your bottom lip was swollen from being gnawed on and your brow was furrowed–the needlework must be tedious, he concluded. He turned his attention back to his work, a few minutes passed before he decided to glance up again only to find that you were muttering to yourself, trying to rethread the string through the eye.

Despite finding your frustration amusing, he couldn’t take your suffering anymore. He strode over to you, gently enveloping your hand in his before plucking the needle away. He made quick work of the thread, giving you a knowing look as he set back to work, but not before hearing a quiet “Thank you Tommy.” 

Brahms Heelshire

does not enjoy that he can’t coax loud reactions from you; he works so hard to mess with you and you don’t say anything?! How rude!

will switch gears and will purposefully pretend not to know what you’re gesturing to or that he can’t hear you to annoy you; he can play by your game but he won’t play fair

he’s been (watching) studying you through the walls so it’s quite easy for him to pick up on your body language to know what you’re feeling or wanting of him 

actually likes your voice and will do everything in his power to get you to use it; even if it means getting a scolding 

bedtime is his favorite part of the day because he gets to listen to you read; will pick out exceptionally long books to listen to you just a while longer 

Echoes etched the room as you tapped your foot against the dusty rug. He had been in a mood all afternoon: being especially disobedient and ignoring your calls from within the walls. He was being so difficult that you had no choice but to search for him, though it proved to be in vain as you couldn’t find him anywhere. A worried knot began to form in your stomach. There was only one thing you could do. With a deep inhale you rolled your head on your shoulders before letting out a shout.

“Brahms!” Your voice was hoarse–not used to being at such a volume, rolling your eyes in frustration “Please come out!” The scraping of wood met your ears shortly before his long arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You bit the interior of your cheek as you could hear the smugness in his voice, having won his game.

“There’s no need to shout.”

Jennifer Check

“they said no pickles.” embodiment 

at first, mistakes your quietness for being flustered by her and she amps up her prowess only to realize you’re like this…all the time…with everyone 

will speak for you whether it’s ordering your food or answering a question on your behalf; is actually exceptionally good at knowing what you want without much effort 

actually doesn’t mind the silence when you don’t feel like talking—grateful that you two can just share a moment together or that she can have someone to rant to

will not make a big deal if you feel talkative, she’ll casually continue the conversation in hopes it’ll make you feel more comfortable

“-and who does that? It’s bullshit!” she scoffed, gently scraping the tips of her long nails on the back of your hand as she laid next to you. You silently nodded in agreement, staring up at her face: her nose was scrunched and her eyes were glazed over, lost in thought–before suddenly snapping down to stare into your own. “I mean, you don’t think I’m in the wrong do you?” 

You couldn’t help letting your lip curl up at her pout, she had definitely been the cause of the altercation but you’d never tell her that; instead, you opted to halfheartedly shake your head. As expected, your poor acting didn’t go unnoticed and her eyes widened before playfully swatting her hand at your stomach.

“No way! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Bo Sinclair

“huh” x5

cannot understand what you’re saying for the life of him and gets annoyed very easily; more so at his own inability to comprehend you when everyone else seems to understand you just fine

interrupts you when you’re speaking, trying to guess what you’re saying instead of just listening 

puts on a big show to do as you asked when he does finally pick up on what you’re saying 

often wrongly infers what you’re saying but at least he’s trying

“Darlin’…'' he groaned, running a hand down his face “-you’re gunna needa work with me…” You huffed out a breath of air, already annoyed at having had to already repeat yourself twice and repeating yourself a third time honestly wasn’t even worth it; you just wanted the step-ladder to reach something in top-stock, but at this point you’d rather just climb the shelves themselves than have to be stuck in this never ending game of charades. You were half-tempted to do just that, but the look on Bo’s face made you relent; he had been so patient the least you could do was not give up on him.

“I need the ladder…” you said again, this time trying to enunciate your words as best as possible and to your surprise his face lit up. Not a great sign. 

“Bladder?” he repeated, not waiting for a response as he sped towards the shop counter, “Don’t worry baby! I’ll get the restroom key!”

[runforthehillsbestie]

Sympathy For The Devil

Part 2 - whatever it takes

Pairing - Thomas Hewitt x Female reader

Read the story context and warnings here

About half an hour goes by. The man, clinging on to scraps of lucidity, rambles about his wife and kid, telling you to tell them what happened to him, that they'd want to know. You're not listening because, for one, you're pretty sure you're not escaping any time soon, if at all, and two, you've just discovered that this bastard has cheated on his wife, and it's probably not the first time. You roll your head around in his direction.

"You deserve to die." Your cracked voice barely works anymore, but he hears you anyway. "Picking up hitchhikers and forcing them to suck you off when you have a wife and kid at home. Should've killed you myself."

That rouses the man more than anything, and his eyes open wide. "You filthy little wretch," he hisses, his eyes bright with pain and anger. "You're going to pay for this. When I get down from here, you'll be sorry."

He's so busy ranting that he doesn't see Tommy reappear at the bottom of the steps almost soundlessly, which is quite the feat for a man of his size. The man continues to spew his words at you, blissfully ignorant.

"I saw you writhing like a fish on a hook when that freak touched you. You liked it, didn't you? Liked that caveman sticking his big fingers in you. Man, I should've left you right there on the side of the road!"

He doesn't have time to react before Tommy grabs a kitchen knife and stabs it into his thigh. His body jangles from the impact, and he wails.

"Who's writhing now, jackass?" You taunt, feeling nothing but satisfaction as Tommy wiggles the knife, forcing it deeper.

Blood darkens the man's pants as he pants, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted. Tommy wipes his hands on the butcher's apron he's wearing, turning to stare at you. Of course--your period isn't going to stop just because you're tied up in some basement. Blood leaks down your thigh and over your calf, dripping into the water below. Irrationally, you're grateful you're not at a beach house dangling over the ocean.

Tommy takes a step towards you, and your heart begins to pitter-patter as he closes the distance.

"Thomas Hewitt, bring that girl up here," a woman's voice calls down, adding with a sigh, "If you haven't killed her already, that is."

Tommy puts a beefy arm around your middle and lifts you off the hook. Your wrists are chafed from the rope, and you pound your fists on his back, squirming when he throws you over his shoulder and thumps up the stairs. You wince as the broad curve of his shoulder digs into your tender abdomen. Evening has fallen, and the house is lit with lanterns that cast a golden glow on everything in their scope, leaving all else in deep shadow.

Tommy drops you into a chair in the kitchen, and you try to stand, but he clamps a hand on the back of your neck and shoves you down. Despite everything, a small part of you is embarrassed about bleeding on the chair. Your wide eyes scan the small, drab kitchen. There's a man in the corner seated in a wheelchair sucking on a cigarette, his pockmarked, wrinkled face face partially obscured by smoke.

"What did you do with her clothes, Tommy? She's all bare on the bottom," The woman scolds.

It's the same woman you saw leaning over you earlier, outside the house. She wipes her hands on her skirt and tuts. "Apologies. It's been a while since Tommy saw a sweet thing like you."

Her soft hands stroke your face, smelling of dish soap and ever so faintly of fresh meat.

"He ain't ever seen nothing, Luda Mae," the man in the wheelchair says, leaning forward to steal a look at your naked legs. "And this one's all young and pretty-like."

"Please don't hurt me," you murmur.

Tommy disappears almost as soon as he put you down, leaving you to look pleadingly at these two.

"Of course not, dear," Luda Mae says. Her voice trembles a little when she adds, "I always wanted a little girl."

You offer her a hesitant smile, your mind racing a mile a minute. Maybe you can lean into this. After all, this won't be the first time you've had to play along with something to get out of trouble. You're used to doing whatever you need to do in order to survive. Luda Mae takes a lantern and holds it up close, murmuring over the state of your shirt.

"We'll have to get you some fresh clothes," she says. "I believe I've got some dresses that should fit."

She spots all the blood smudged on your thighs. "Well now, what's all this? You've got your monthlies! Oh!" She offers her hand to you and says in a gentle, motherly tone, "Let's get you cleaned up."

You take her hand and stand on unsteady legs.

"Think Tommy should accompany you? Don't want her gettin' away," the man says.

"No, Monty. I have this handled. This is womanly business," Luda Mae says sternly.

She leads you out of the kitchen, and you follow, eager to get away from Monty's lascivious gaze on your naked backside. Luda Mae takes you to a bathroom with cracked tiles and a stained bathtub. There's a big bucket of water with a pail in it beside the tub.

"Take the shirt off and get in the tub," Luda Mae says, rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, retrieving a crumbling bar of white soap.

You peel off the stiff shirt and drop it on the floor next to your scuffed shoes. Your skin is stained pink with blood, and you cringe at the sight. Luda Mae hums to herself, pouring a pailful of cold water over your shoulders as you sit on your legs in the tub.

"I can bathe myself," you tell her, but she's hearing none of it.

"You're a sight," she says. "I've got to make sure you get clean."

"I can help?" You hold your hand out for the soap.

"Well, alright. I'll wash your hair."

You settle for the compromise, washing quickly. Pinkish water swirls down the drain, murky with dust and blood. The soap smells like it's been stored in a closet for years, holding a faint floral scent. Once you're clean and rinsed off, Luda Mae hands you a worn towel.

"You dry off while I fetch you some clothes," she says.

You do as she has asked, and she returns a minute later with a blue dress with tiny white flowers on it. It doesn't look like something she'd wear, and you don't want to ask where she got it from. She also gives you underwear and some rags to catch the blood. They both look clean, and you have no better option, so you pull the underwear on and fold the rags into a wad that'll fit between your legs.

"We sleep early in the Hewitt household," Luda Mae says to you. "I've got a room for you."

She takes you down a hall. The bedroom is small and dark with a single window that lets in just enough moonlight for you to see the peeling wallpaper and gauze curtains hanging over the single-person bed.

"I-it's nice," you say.

"Hmph, now get on the bed," Sheriff Hoyt says as he comes in from the hall.

You stumble when he nudges you in the small of your back.

"There's no need to be so rough with her, Charlie," Luda Mae protests.

"It's hardly been a day yet," Sheriff Hoyt replies, his eyes digging into you. "You can't say whether she's gonna pull something funny."

"Well, I like her. She's a good girl and I know she'll behave," Luda Mae says.

"I'll just cuff her to the bed for the night. That way she can't go sneakin' around."

"Fine," Luda Mae concedes with a sigh.

Sheriff Hoyt grips your wrist and secures a handcuff on it, clipping the other cuff to the headboard.

"Goodnight then," he says. "Try anything funny and I'll have Tommy dice you up." He laughs at your visceral shudder.

"Sleep well, dear," Luda Mae says, closing the door and leaving you in the dim moonlight.

It's rather cool, so you drag the quilt over yourself with your free hand. You're exhausted. Who would've thought you would kill someone and end up in a house of crazy people all in the same day? The subtle scent of roses wafts from your still-damp hair as you settle your head on the pillow and close your eyes.

Luda Mae didn't offer you anything for the cramps--though you doubt she could have even if she wanted to--but you're used to going without painkillers. As long as it came in a package, whether tablets or syrup, your parents wouldn't let you take it. They thought modern medicine was a ploy from the devil to weaken the body. You try to think of a single reason to say things have taken a turn for the worse with your current situation, and can't.

While the possibility of dying here is high, you've had your life threatened numerous times, even as a child. You're used to it. That's not something to be proud of, but right now, it's what's keeping you sane, the only thing that lets you fall asleep. You're certain that if they wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. You wake up at some point to distant screams coming from the basement.

It feels so wrong to smile, but you do, drifting back into the blackness of blissful sleep.

You jerk awake to the alarming feeling of being watched. For a disorienting moment, you think it's your father standing over you and that you're somehow magically back in your childhood home. You gasp, but then your eyes adjust in the dark and you realize this silhouette is too broad and too tall to be your father's, and in an instant, you remember where you are.

"Tommy?" You whisper.

The bed creaks ominously when he settles his weight on the edge. He pushes the quilt away from your legs, running his fingers across your calf. They're slightly tacky with something, and you try not to think about what it is. His breathing is loud and raspy as he strokes your calf, creeping higher with each pass.

"W-what are you doing?" You try to tuck your leg away, but he grabs your ankle and straightens it out.

It's frightening to feel the ease with which he maneuvers your body. There's a squeak from the mattress as he pulls himself onto the bed, kneeling before you and whipping the quilt off your legs. He shoves your dress around your hips, and your free hand on his thick wrist does nothing to stop him.

He hasn't said a single word, you suddenly realize. Not to anybody. Maybe he can't speak?

When he goes for your panties, all you can think of is ro ask him not to destroy them. You don't fancy the idea of free bleeding, especially not while your period is so heavy. He listens, tugging the material down your legs instead of ripping it. He flicks the rags to the floor and parts your legs. You feel heat work down your body as you glimpse the white of his eyes flashing through his hair as he stares at your pussy which is bared to him. You can't even close your legs because he's holding your knees open. He hunches awkwardly over you and stuffz his face between your legs.

You clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle your cry as the material of his mask rubs roughly against your clit. He doesn't even know what he's doing, he just likes the taste of your blood. He licks like a man dying of thirst, wet and sloppy as he endeavors to drink up everything he can. Your hips twitch violently when he presses a finger against your entrance, pushing it in. You can't help the way your body arches up into his crude touch.

You're extra sensitive on your period and the careless stimulation on your clit has your whole body wide awake and tingling. His finger inside you feels good, thick and calloused just right. He startles when you grab his wrist. His skin is wrinkled and scarred there. You only have one hand to use to coax another of his fingers into you, jamming it into you. The stretch of the sudden intrusion is delicious, and you gather yourself up on your elbows and stare at him crouched there between your legs.

He stares back at you and even though you can't see most of his face you can almost hear him thinking What the fuck is she doing?

Not thinking straight is what. You're horny enough not to care that you're fucking the hand of a man who has killed however many people. A man whose hand is still sticky with blood that isn't his. You're sure he can feel your wetness against his fingers and smell something sweeter than blood. You sit up and pull his fingers out of you. He watches, completely still. He allows you to guide his hand to his face and even parts his lips to let them slide into his mouth. He suckles on them, tasting your arousal.

Has he ever had anything like this, you wonder, has anyone ever wanted him? Does he even know what the intimate touch of another person feels like?

You're excited at the prospect of being the first. He hesitates, his hand dropping slowly to ball into a fist on his knee. This is new territory for him. You look down, but you can't make out anything in the shadows that shroud his body, so you use your hand instead. He's painfully hard, you discover, and very sensitive. He pushes your hand away violently and lurches off the bed, his feet thumping against the floorboards as he throws the door open and stumbles down the hall, disappearing around a corner.

Your body feels wound up tight, begging for release. You press your fingers between your legs, shoving them into you roughly, rolling your palm against your clit, keeping quiet except for your labored breathing and the wet slick sounds your pussy makes. Your orgasm is a cresting wave, taking you high and bringing you back down in a shimmering crescendo. Satisfied, you fall asleep without a care in the world.

Part 3 - the hand that feeds you

@runforthehillsbestie

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

congrats on 5k, mae!! can i request lily with the academic rivals trope? please and thank you! 🤍

Thanks for requesting my love!

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 608 words

“Now,” Professor Trelawney’s voice is low and grandiose, her hands gesturing seemingly aimlessly around the smoke emanating from her candlestick, “tell me, what do you see?” 

Your hand goes up, but Trelawney’s eyes go elsewhere. You look to your left, and Lily’s hand is also raised high. 

“Miss Evans?” 

Lily brushes a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s rising in a spiral,” she says, “which symbolizes change and new beginnings.” 

Trelawney’s mouth flattens into a pitying line, and slender brows come down over Lily’s green eyes as your professor turns to you. “What do you see?” 

“It looks like there’s a shape in the smoke.” You squint a little, making a show of concentration. “I can’t quite make it out, but it looks like maybe…some sort of animal?” 

“Yes!” The older woman’s eyes light up. “Yes, it appears to be the crow! A bad omen.” You see Lily roll her eyes, and you pinch your lips shut to contain a smile. “Be cautious as you proceed through the week, children,” Trelawney says as you all start to grab your bags. “There are dreadful tidings on the wind!” 

“That is such bullocks,” Lily rants once you’re in the corridor, her bag slung over one shoulder. “How could you possibly see a shape in that mess? I didn’t see anything.” 

“Me neither,” you say smugly, grinning when she looks towards you, brows again descending over those fierce eyes of hers. “It’s Trelawney,” you laugh. “It’s not about what’s there, it’s about what she wants to be there. And she always wants shapes.” 

“My god.” Lily shakes her head. Her lips are pursed in that way they get when she’s trying not to smile. “You’re awful.” 

“Oh, come on.” You bump her hip with yours, the fabric of her skirt brushing your thigh. “You don’t take that class any more seriously than I do.” 

She rolls her eyes. “No, but I try to have some measure of—of integrity.” 

Your laugh comes out breathy with surprise. “Excuse me!” Lily smiles, and you take her by the arm, swinging the both of you around so her back is against the wall and your chest is a few inches from hers. “What are you trying to say about me, Evans?”

“Nothing,” she laughs, a faint blush rising to her freckled cheeks. “Only that some of us prefer to get top marks with our morals intact—” Your mouth falls open, incredulous, and she takes your face between her hands, kissing the tip of your nose with a cloying sweetness. “—and others—” She giggles as you chase her despite her hold on your face, nipping at her bottom lip. “—are more willing to compromise theirs.” 

You grin. “Generous of you to assume I had any to begin with.” 

“Oh, hush.” Lily kisses you one more time, soft and sweet, and uses the diversion of your weakening knees to slip from between you and the wall. “Come on, we’re going to be late for class.” 

You scoff but let her take your hand, pulling you down the now empty corridor. “I suppose I shouldn’t care, seeing as I’ve already compromised my morals.” 

“Mm, but I think you can be salvaged yet.” You know by your girlfriend’s grin what she’s going to say, and your nose wrinkles in anticipation. “I’m going to get higher marks than you anyway, love. There’s no need for these underhanded tactics.” 

Her smile widens when you narrow your eyes at her, squeezing her fingers between yours in challenge. “Oh, you’d like it if I gave up, wouldn’t you? Sorry, no luck this time. I’m going to beat your ass fair in square.” 

[maeberzatto]

honestly, i need the bear to get syd and carmy together in season 4 because i feel like its the right time.

cue another mae rant (with my guess on how they’d write sydcarm getting together or whatever the fuck their ship name is)

like, rewatching season 3, its clear why they didn’t put them together to me and i can appreciate that!

carmen was struggling with what happened with claire, richie, hell even sydney herself. he let his priorities get shifted - and i think after the table scene, that became clear. but he couldn’t admit it until he was fully by himself-

which, can we just appreciate the freezer scene? like carmen needed to be completely alone. not “alone” with people always able to be around him, but truly alone to realize what was happening. listening to the chaos outside maybe helped as well, as it forced him to admit he was helpless in more than one way.

but, back to my point: they weren’t good in season 3. respect!

but season 4?? this could be THEIR season. here’s how i imagine they’d get them together:

syd tells carm about the job offer she got. she tells him it wasn’t a poaching but it’s an opportunity.

he’d ask if she’s thinking of taking it. but her response isn’t what he thinks: no. “should i be?” — a reference to everything he’d done that season with the constant fighting with richie, the obvious tension in their workplace, the nonnegotiables that made things harder. it was clear when she had to tell him to calm down that she was tired.

that keeps him up that night. should she be thinking of it?

and he can’t say she shouldn’t be. he’d been awful to her - as a boss / co-worker / mentor but also as a friend. it was clear with the table scene (IT ALWAYS GOES BACK TO THAT), he at least somewhat realized bringing claire into the big decisions instead of sydney was a mistake. HE ADMITTED THAT!!

he knows it’s a good opportunity, he knows it could be what she wants— but then, he slowly realizes. he wasn’t upset at the idea of her taking the job. he was scared at the idea of losing her completely. her taking the job didn’t guarantee she’d stay in his life- why should she?

and another question: would he react if it was anyone else telling him this? like nat saying she got another opportunity instead of being the project manager / whatever her other role is there that i cant think of the name of (co-runner, idfk)

and like a goddamn freight train, it hits him and runs him over. he wouldn’t because they aren’t syd. they aren’t the person he goes to for everything- the one he’s scared of disappointing the most.

it would be a slow realization over the course of an episode before at the end, he comes to learn that, one way or another - whether it be her talking about leaving or some big fight that he feels fucking terrible for-

he is in love with her.

now as for syd, i dunno how they’d write that. i think in season 3 with claire and carmy’s storyline, we saw her be jealous. maybe jealous over how close they were, maybe jealous over him picking her.

i’ll come up with something for her and get back to yall. k thanks thats it bye

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

Ok I also just rewatched ep 5 and I didn't realize how many times Qimir swings at Osha. Do you think he was out for blood

funny you would ask that because i have spent a LOT of time overthinking those parts where he at least seems to go after her, first after she shoots him with the stun gun, then after she sticks pip on his back. and i've concluded that basically, qimir's intentions and actions toward osha in 1x05, at least up until the final scene, are open to interpretation. i have various theories for what's going on in his head during their scenes together but don't want to start ranting. in short, either 1) he never aims to actually hurt her and each of the times he takes (or seems to take) a swing at her can be explained away, or 2) his intentions change throughout the episode and he might be trying to harm her at one or more points.

but whatever he's thinking before the ending scene, one thing i am sure about is that by the time he finds her abandoned, unconscious and injured, on the ground, there's no thought of hurting her. his mind is made up about her. he emphasizes with her, doesn't see her as enemy (even if she tried to hurt/kill him the previous night), wants her on his side, and from now on, he'll never do anything to harm her. he even forgoes hunting down mae and sol—abandoning his plan to kill her for her betrayal and risking exposure by leaving alive the last jedi who saw his face—to heal osha and take her home to win her over. in 1x06 qimir never threatens osha, goes to lengths to show he's not a threat. he deliberately makes himself vulnerable and puts his life in her hands again and again. even if she'd gone through with an attempt to kill him with his own lightsaber, i don't think he would've fought back. maybe deflected her attack, like he did mae's at the end of 1x02, but not counterattacked or hurt her.

[crwbannwen]

So one way I keep Welsh (Cymraeg) alive in my brain is by translating Hello from the Hallowoods into Welsh. So far I’ve only been sticking to season 1 intros because actually doing the story would be quite the commitment and come with some complicated decisions.

But out of curiosity, I’d like some opinions on:

(If anyone is interested in more about Welsh and why I’m asking this, here’s my very very long ramblings below)

Welsh translations I’ve read often translate names which I’m not fussed on since it can change the intended ethnicity of a character and diminish diversity. The Welsh alphabet is different though (and we often translate names into the English alphabet, too), we don’t have ‘x’ ‘k’, ‘v’ or ‘z’. We have the sounds for ‘x’ ‘k’ and ‘v’ through ‘cs’ ‘c’ and ‘f’ (‘ff’ makes the english ‘f’ sound) but we don’t really have a ‘z’ (but we have ‘s’ which is the same just voiceless), it’s also very debated whether or not we have a ‘j’ (which makes the Wickers a frightening concept to translate). We had no ‘j’ sound so we added ‘j’ for loan words like ‘jiraf’ (giraffe). But some people think that’s us just tweaking our language to suit English. But quite frankly: if you speak welsh you know English well enough to know what the name ‘Kate’ is without making it spelt with a ‘c’. So the only names I’m planning to translate are object or verb ones like the mendes (and maybe the indies)

Some other questions I have: Like what type of ‘you’ should I use (it’s not always clear in english when someone is addressing a singular individual or multiple people or being polite or impolite, it actually makes English particularly effective for marketing)? Should I translate ‘Moth’ and moths pronouns to ‘Gwyfyn’ or keep it in English? Welsh doesn’t have a gender neutral object pronoun (we have a ‘they’ equivalent but no ‘it’ equivalent), so how should I refer to Creep? I’m not aware of any Neopronouns in Welsh, so what do I do then?

Here are welsh pronouns:

Female: hi / Ei + aspirate mutation

Male: e/fe/ef/o/fo/of / Ei + Soft Mutation.

(The many forms of ‘he’ come from dialect (o/e) and complicated rules about vowels (where the ‘f’ goes)).

They: nhw/eu (until the LGBT+ movement, I don’t know if ‘nhw’ was used for singular but it is now)

Objects are reffered to by their grammatical gender, welsh speakers rarely know grammatical gender (some people I’ve spoken to didn’t even know we had grammatical gender) so we just use masculine because the mutations are easier: so should Creep be changed to ‘nhw/ein’ to keep it gender neutral or to the grammatical gender of ‘amalgam of flesh and bone’?

There’s one cheat you can do with this, and that’s ‘mae’n’ is an abbreviation used for both ‘mae e’n’ and ‘mae hi’n’, (roughly means ‘it is’), but that means I’m heavily restricted to one tense and can’t talk about Creep in the past tense.

I could experiment and drop the pronoun, I suppose. Welsh is a pro-drop language. Dropping it in every tense and instance would be interesting at the very least. (Creep pronouns going to be: dim/diolch)

I was gonna delete all this but honestly? No, I enjoy ranting about the Welsh language, no one needs to read it if they don’t want to.

[weird-bookworm]

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗔 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗠 ♥︎

this year has been crazy, to say the least. i'd write a long ass message, but actually, each and every single one of my moots deserves their own

so here goes

@silversailormoan- you were my first moot, and i still don't have a name for you. all i know is that i am eternally grateful you trust me enough to share part of your life with me, and that i'm very glad you went from my fav ao3 bts writer to someone who randomly messages me whenever. thank you

@yrhome- i was shocked when you followed me back actually, but after that you've just poofed off the site. i'm sorry we never got the chance to interact more, because you were one of y fav writers on here. i hope we can get closer this coming year!

@maeleelee- mae mae oh mae you are one of the most special people i know on this hellsite, and that is saying something because i know so many people i love here. you were my first friend on here, as unhinged as me, and with such a friendly and warm personality i almost cried (that is a lie. i have definitely cried because you're too cute. i am not joking). we've shared so many moments here, and you've trusted me so much, it made this year so much more special to me. promise you'll keep being your adorable self next year too, but most of all, promise you'll be happy next year <3

@imagine-a-life-like-this- talking to you for the first time felt like a fever dream, even though i had sent asks before and i was already friend with mae. you have always been a writer i respect and like a lot, specially with your smaus (chef's kiss fr). on top of that you are always so sweet??? hello, is this a dream?? i'm glad we got close enough for me to see your more unhinged persona (which i am in love with) and that i could see your bts debut lmao. let's have even more fun next year

@mxnsxngie- you're so mother istg it's the best thing ever lol. what i've said about you in my moots list is very true, you gives me fairy vibes. you're so pretty and lovable and asdfghjkl i just love you okay? i've loved every single conversation we've had and i lovee how you read my rants and then respond with a veryyy long message with a ton of typos because you're getting ready for work in the morning (thank you for still reading and replying though, you're so busy but you always take out time for me <3) keep being adorable!

@hannieheartuu- i love you. you are always so sweet and kind and sensitive and talented i just wanna cuddle you and keep you in my pocket and call it a day. i get too much cute aggression with you and i get too protective over you, but can you blame me? you've given me so much love and so much trust it warms my heart, so thank you ylli. thank you for being an adorable lil bunny and loving me and letting me love you, let's carry forward this energy <3

@fairyhaos- is it just me but i feel like you don't really need me to tell you how grateful i am and how much i love you, specially after what happened today lmao. but honestly, you were one of the first svt writers i came across, you have always been this really kind angel, and you ranting about shua makes my day in the best way possible. you're talented and adorable and so so reliable, and i'm really grateful for that. i'm glad i can call you my friend and i'm glad that you call me that too

@idubiluv- ah, yes, my virtual didi lmao (you said it, not me). you come here rarely because unlike most of us, you are slightly more responsible. and yet, you are so fucking loved and adored and i just love to see you getting so much affection, because you deserve eevry inch of it. we've had really fun conversations and your pfp always leads me to believe that you are absolutely gorgeous (i remember my sleep riddled brain once thinking that you would sparkle like edward when i'll first meet you...yeah i'm weird ahem anyway) and you have such a sparkly personality to match? heaven indeed

@the-therapist-needs-therapy- i remember us interacting continuously for a while, and then we just stopped, and i don't know why. let's become closer this next year, talking to you was fun.

@babyboyquokka- okay so we've talked a total of 4 times, but it was enough for me to decide that we really need to talk more (i am aware our timings don't really match but i have those rare days i pretend to be an owl and stay up very late so we'll see lmao)

@cadenonlinelive- how did we go from me being scared of you (...don't ask) to me actively teasing you (hello reply to me don't leave me on read) it might have something to do with the fact that the wifeys constantly call you adorable but ahem i do quite agree. i feel like my age plays a big factor why you might not feel the most comfortable with me, but i hope we can become good friends next year :))

@slytherinshua- eeeeeee you're my adorable lil (we are going to ignore the fact that you are taller than me) gremlin who makes me wanna kms but also bae are you okay. you have somehow made me question life within the short (yes i know surprising) period we've known each other, and also made me believe that with determination, anything is possible (like ranking 125 smth idols according to how much you love them). i'm really glad you made our server, because i don't think i would've stayed on this hellsite otherwise lol

@icyminghao- why is it that one of us will start a conversation in the other's askbox and then we just. stop interacting again ∏~∏ i love your work and i'd love to be closer :(( let's become good friends the coming year!

@ryuwonieebae- same as with haru, we talked and then stopped, and i wish we hadn't. i hope life is going well and you're happy :))

@rubywonu- niaaaa my love is it just me or did we barely interact but it still feels like we're already pretty good friends lol? i swear your work sends tingles down my spine it's that cute. you're also my favourite couprang, so i'm gonna take that as a free invite to rant to you about him whenever and wherever hehe (this is me telling you to expect ig reels in your dms i have way too many cheol reels saved)

@mesanthropi- weiwei!! bae you give me so many noni vibes + this-is-one-person-i-wanna-keep-around-for-a-long-time-if-they-will-have-me vibes it's crazy. i love our quirky conversations and i adore your art, but i specially like seeing you in others' inboxes— your asks are always just so cute. also, you are definitely someone i have cute aggression with so (...my pocket is large enough me thinks, you're always welcome)

@wheeboo- okay first and foremost, thank you for inviting me in the server in the first place, it has become a trusted source of entertainment and fun and just general clownery, and who doesn't love that? you and zanna really created a safe space for all of us and i'm so honoured that you even thought to add me there sob. BUT i also read your jun fic before anyone else i was squealing did i tell you? i was sooo excited afghjkl the end line is— thank you for trusting me and being my friend ilyyy

@hanniehaee- bro why did you randomly show up one day with a ridiculous amount of reblogs and disappear off of tumblr altogether WHERE ARE YOU I MISS YOU

@aaniag- hello fellow a little too crazy with the emoticons desi carat have i ever told you i love you? i have? well i don't care! i love you anyways lmao. a, i absolutely adore your random ass asks filled with 218 twins (spare me please), b, i love how you never stop yourself from going crazy with the emojis and emoticons, and c, i am very thankful that you love me so much, please don't stop doing that

@woozvc- noraaaa i feel like we've gotten so close lately, i specially love our little trio with cien hehe ^^ i love love love you and the way we blamed noni for never realising we weren't friends on discord for the longest time shall always make me smile. talking to your bf was adorable and i want you to keep reminding me that i have to write a fic for you, please and thank you!

@eternalgyu- to the awesomest most iconic goddess coded person ever, hello bae hru :D how tf r u so gorgeously stunning tell me the secret please i am so whipped but also, GREMLIN LINE!! you are as unhinged as zanna and that is truly appreciated. also, thank you for getting me into riize (i still need help) (also i will show up to tomorrow's quiz promise) i swear everything's so fun when you're around and i really hope we can get upto even more shenanigans next year mwah!

@welcometomyoasis- shu! adorable pretty shua coded shu! thank you for assigning me soonyoung in your end of the year post, and i meant everything i said in the tags okie? you're shua coded because you're soft and sweet and adorable and talented and i just really love you okie? never stop writing though, it gets me through on the bad days and i love it.

@springdayysworld- you get nothing, i'll see you in school (show up please no leaves allowed)

@mirxzii- look, all i know is that i love your voice, and that i really want you to show up in the server more so we can interact more, let's get closer next year!!

@blue-jisungs- axeeeee thank you thank you thank you for handling my silly little rants, specially yesterday's. your typos are adorable, your jokes are impeccable, your boomerness is lowkey rubbing off on me, and i really hope that i can write like you one day. i wish we can become better friends this coming year and continue being idiots. please don't stop being so axe :D ilysm <3

@haecien- cienciencien my smol tiny little bean i know you're older than me but ignore that please it's so fun to tease you and talk to you and simp with you. everything's just so much more fun with your unfiltered commentary and random rocket pictures (please don't stop). one day i would like to count all your husbands and complain to your bf (when is he asking you out please spare us) but until then, i love you.

@aakomii- i'm still surprised you followed me back tbh, you've always been a writer i've appreciated a lot and i'm glad i made an impression big enough lol, let's become good friends next year!

@etherealyoungk- give me your patience or your talent please, it takes me out every time. another thing i wonder is how are you so calm after stanning kwon soonyoung of all people (what is the secret tell me i need to know) but either way, i hope new year treats both of us well <3

@glosskirt- heheheheh fellow army ilysm we haven't interacted much but i hope we talk more because you're sooo fun <333

@candewlsy- mizu!! let's talk more because we really vibe and i look forward to every meme you send me (and the flirting. gotta love the flirting lmao)

@kkooongie- when you become moots on the last day on the year 😁🥰

[mystic-mae]

what up, it's me.

my name is Mae. I also go by Jean, Kaz, Lee, and Pluto. any of these names are allowed to address me so go ahead and have fun.

yup, we're plural. mono-conscious endogenic(?). hi. void collection here. members are below.

All-Seeing Void/ASV - void/voids [runs @asv-eye-anon]

Mae - he/void/it/they

Black Sapphire Cookie - he/fae (Looks like his base sprite)

Bob - he/him (Looks like his post-void outfit)

Cali - he/it, for now (Looks like his current WTTT style)

Edwin Payne - he/him (Looks like his ep1 style) [runs @edwinpayne-deadboy]

Harry Hook - he/him, might try neopronouns soon (Looks like his D3 style)

Hermes - he/they/it/fae (Looks like laritamiauu's interpretation)

Janus - they/them

Ringtail Slime - they/it (Looks like its base state)

Telemachus - he/they (Looks like gigi's interpretation)

The Void - it/he (Looks like his lab version [the hug scene part ifykyk])

Tiresias - he/they (Looks like gigi's interpretation)

Virgil - he/void/they

BY THE WAY, PLEASE DON'T SEND US DONATION ASKS. THEY MAKE US UNCOMFORTABLE. SORRY!! WE'RE NOT TRYING TO IGNORE THEM, WE PROMISE! THIS GOES FOR ALL THE OTHER BLOGS THAT WE RUN, TOO! SO SORRY, GUYS!

this is mae's blog, btw.

× TYPE OF POSTS ×

Reblogs:

David Tennant

Good Omens

Doctor Who

Epic: The Musical

Dead Boy Detectives

Scream Movies / Scream'd

Six of Crows

Team Theorist

Animator vs. Animation / Animation vs. Minecraft

Shitposts not made by me

Any other fandom that I forgot to mention

My posts:

Shitposts made by me

Living in the Basement

TW posts: Chemical explosions, fire, murder, arson, gore

TX2 rants

sporadic (if ever) posts about my art

Showing off my poetry

Screaming about Asmi's Maggot Server

Asks (#i just got a letter)

DnD campaign (#runaway ruler dnd for part 1, #convict ruler dnd for part 2, and #ruined ruler dnd universe for all parts)

Jukebox Musical ideas I make ( #stagefire musical )

× LINKS ×

StrawPage: https://mysticmae.straw.page/

LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/mystic.mae

× DNI'S N' STUFF ×

don't be weird, please.

no heavy nsfw stuff. light stuff is okay

weird asks are generally not allowed?? idk man

DON'T TRY TO FIND OUT WHO I AM IRL. THAT'S CREEPY.

no homophobia, transphobia, racism, bigotry, or anything that is generally banned

I AM PRO ENDO. ANTI-ENDOS PLEASE LEAVE.

i am a tx2 fan, yes, get out if you dont like tx2

emily armstrong truther until proven SOLIDLY otherwise

people i personally dont want to engage with

× OTHER BLOGS ×

Gimmick Blogs (asks use { @___ ):

@in-n-out-burger-unofficial

@galapagos-islands-notreal

@true-film-theory

@fluorine-9th-element

OC RP Blogs (asks use - @___ ):

@the-summer-waves

@kollok-minor-council

@multiverse-trio

@vachon-children

@ghostish-romanvachon

System Blogs (asks use - @___ or -emoji):

@edwinpayne-deadboy

@asv-eye-anon

Shared Blogs:

@sideblog-of-the-maggotdom

@poetsofthestars (Poet Janus)

"May thy fart dagger, chip, and shatter." ~ TX2

[dragonfruitghosts]

I have crawled out of the Depths and I'm here now

Hey there gamers, my name's Larry. I also go by Voltz, Parsnip, Wilbur, Travis, Ash, Sal, Hunter, Donnie, Sasha, Ranger, Randy, Allister, and Peppi. I mainly prefer the name Larry but just go with whatever you feel like

This is my side blog turned main blog for my posts about fictionkinity (hopefully that's the right word) selfshipping, and all around stuff that I don't really wanna post on my former maib blog (which is @larrycommitsarson btw). This is just my funny little chaos zone now.

Also here's some stuff about me below the cut if you wanna know things

I'm a genderqueer, nonbinary-man, shadowgender trans man (idk how to phrase it properly lmao) that goes by he/fox/wolf/lynx/sylv/night/snow/moon/shadow/bat/ghost/byte/dark/gli/star/comet/snare/fang pronouns; but he/him, wolf/wolfs, comet/comets, moon/moons, sylv/sylvs, and gli/glitch pronouns are preferred currently.

The fandoms I'm in are:

Sally Face (my special interest)

The Hatchetfield Trilogy (the second special interest)

Deltarune

Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door

The Amazing Digital Circus

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Your Turn To Die

The Owl House

Pokemon

Pizza Tower

Omori

SMG4

Cookie Run Kingdom I guess?

I’m not in the do fandom but I (critically) like Danganronpa. Definitely haven’t ranted for several paragraphs about Danganronpa both critically and positively to my brother

and Fnaf on occasions

I'm fictionkin and my fictotypes are:

Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

Larry Johnson (Sally Face)

Peter Spankoffski (Hatchetfield/Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Kris Dreemurr (Deltarune)

Surge the Tenrec (Sonic IDW comics)

Donnie (RotTMNT)

Randy Cunningham (Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja)

Sunny (Omori)

Rio Ranger (Your Turn To Die)

Alice Yabusame (Your Turn To Die)

Hunter (The Owl House)

The Collector (The Owl House)

Lolbit (Fnaf)

Allister (Pokemon Shield)

Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Umbreon (Pokemon)

Sylveon (Pokemon)

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

Jean François (Bunny Maloney)

Saiki Kusuo (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

I also got some copinglinks as well:

Dovewing (Warrior Cats)

Shadowsight (Warrior Cats)

Monty Gator (Fnaf SB) (idk if this is a link or a kin type but we’ll see)

Shadow Bonnie (Fnaf 2)

Withered Bonnie (Fnaf 2)

Rockstar Bonnie (Fnaf Pizza Simulator)

Rockstar Foxy (Fnaf Pizza Simulator)

Lefty (Fnaf Pizza Simulator)

Zorua (Pokemon)

Bendy (BatDR)

I'm also currently stuck in a Sal Fisher kinshift so that's fun I guess

I also selfship sometimes (mainly due to being fictionkin), here are my f/o's:

Ashley Campbell (Sally Face)

Travis Phelps (Sally Face)

Elliot Drew (my oc) (please don't ask please don't ask please don't a-)

Vivian (Paper Mario)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Danganronpa 2)

Peko Pekoyama (Danganronpa 2)

Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Dark Choco Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Red Velvet Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Cream Unicorm Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Capsaicin Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Prune Juice Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Peach Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Burning Spice Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

K1-B0/Kiibo (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)

Party Favor (MLP)

Limestone Pie (MLP)

Prince Pharynx (MLP)

King Sombra (MLP)

I'll usually be drawing stuff about the fandoms I'm in (mostly sally face or sparklecare) but there'll sometimes be stuff about ocs at some point.

So yeah have fun in my little jester domain :)

[rosethreeart]

hear me out hear me out: Abby being like “Mason just loves elmo so much I also put Sesame Street on for him bc of it” and then one day she walks in the living room while he’s watching it and gets to see Mae get hyped about Oscar the grouch. She’s sure they’ll be no future consequences from this.

LMFAO I love that so much <333

UIEHHUEUEIG

I hc that romano and Abby are still besties so like OBVIOUS hes tio 'mano (or tio ro-ro 🥺)

And mason just points at him while hes ranting about who knows what and goes "Oscar Grouch :D!" and Abby starts fucking loosing it oh my god

[idonatedallofmyinternalorgans]

My new intro!!!

Hi there!!! My name is mae, ikea, or emmeline (tho i prefer mae more than the others :3)

I go by she/her

I have undiagnosed autism

My special interests are object shows (mostly ii), deltarune, undertale, and probably some other stuff i forgot

I listen to tonssss of artists/bands, mostly mitski, jazmin bean, melanie martinez, tally hall (and their side projects), laufey, tv girl, nirvana, deftones, the list goes onnn

I use this blog to rant, vent, or just post the most random shit ever lmao

Yeah thats all!! ^^

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae!

The other day I saw this reel on Instagram that really resonated with me about my upbringing and the way I react to conflict to this day.

You know I realised that I had a rough childhood with not very present father and a mother with poor mental health. But this hit me because I react like this all the time. In fact my roommate, who goes quiet when angry is the reason I realised this because even when we would resolve whatever small/big thing bothered her, I would still get that knot in my chest of maybe she's still mad at me. Maybe she's just using her phone cause she doesn't want to see my face. Maybe she hates me a bit and this will undo our entire friendship and she will realise I'm not worth the trouble. And that has NEVER been the case because every time I ask, are you still upset? Are we fine? She's always smiled and said yes, now look at this meme I sent you.

But of a rant I went on there, sorry 😅. But my point was that if it's not too much trouble darling, could you write a poly/single marauder story like this? Where reader fears their mad at her and goes quiet like there's a bomb about to go off? Reading into everything? It could after an actual fight/conflict or not. But I could really use some fictional comfort through your writing. It really is like a balm to my aches.

Even if you decide not to do this, I hope you know I really appreciate everything you've written for yourself and us. You have no idea how much joy and comfort you provide us. It makes my day to see a notification that you've updated.

Anyhoo, sorry for the long text, my sweet.

All my love!!

xoxo

Hey angel! I actually had the exact same problem with my last roommate lol, I love her but I was always like “….if you wish I was dead it’s okay to say it to my face I’d really rather just know” when she was literally just being quiet and impassive and minding her business haha. I’ve written a few drabbles with reader who reacts to conflict this way but most recently this one with poly marauders, I hope it’s what you’re looking for <3

[maeberzatto]

hi mae<3

i hope ur day is going great and all is well :)

i had this thought:

reader works at the bear and is friends (or at least is on good terms) with everybody.

except carmy.

he goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't have to be around them, he only speaks when absolutely necessary, and is just super avoidant in general.

reader is confused and thinks that maybe it's her work ethic or maybe something she said.

so she throws herself into work, making sure every little thing is perfect and makes sure to be extra nice to carm.

but nothing changes, in fact, it seems like he's even more distant than he used to be.

reader is baffled and a little annoyed by his behavior.

she's having a full-on rant to sydney , wondering what she did to upset him and sydney is struggling to keep in the fact that carmy is hopelessly & utterly in love with you.

-🪷

OH MY GOODNESS STOP IMAGINE

okay. you started working at the bear after the official opening, and it had been chaotic to say the least. but you had gotten along well with the entire staff! they took you in so carelessly and basically adopted you into their little family, like its adorable

except for one person. carmen berzatto, the man who would never outright say he didn't like you (because of course he wouldnt) but he would just act kinda cold. he only talks to you when its required or when he cant avoid it, he barely hangs around you like the rest of the staff.

so you dedicated yourself. made sure everything was perfect and to his liking.

so one night, after carmen had flat out walked out of the room you entered in, you began the rant to syd.

"i don't get it. did i do something? maybe he regets hiring me and just can't say it or maybe he just thinks i'm too immature for this job or i upset a customer and he hates me for it! mr. belara did say last week it took me a while to get their drinks but i had the entire section!" you ramble, sitting on top of the counter-top, eating marcus' latest dessert possibility (because of course you're their guinea pig!!)

and syd is just trying to fight back her laugh. because she knows that carmen isn't avoiding you because he regrets hiring you or because of mr belara's soda delays, but because he's in love with you. like the kind of love that could consume him if it wanted, and he can’t focus when you’re around. like he’s just hopelessly in love with you!!

[ssoupcup]

pinned post/about me :3

🕯i'm mae, or soup! most people call me soup online but refer to me however you want i respond to both

🕯im 20. contrary to popular belief i was not born in 1404.

🕯i generally use she on myself but use whatever pronouns you want i genuinely don't give a shit. same goes for gendered terms. idc.

🕯i am autistic, if you couldn't tell.

🕯everything i enjoy goes on here so it's an absolute cesspit of my interests, random 1am thoughts, and dramatised minecraft characters. i'm also a fucking freak so expect weird shit

🕯this is basically the only social media im active on anymore other than discord but unless we know each other ur not getting that sorry xxx

🕯i also just rant a lot abt my life

🕯pfp : by meeeeee :3

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Current interests !

-minecraft

-history (fashion history, classics, art history, victorian, archaeology (honestly anything post medieval as well lol. im currently now researching medieval history in the uk :3 )). adding more to this i'm also focusing more on women's history, and i additionally love wet preservation such as bog bodies and their clothing, preserved wood and houses, textiles, and other organic materials!

-fashion (vintage styles especially! my favourite range is 30s-70s )

-architecture (specifically gothic, romanesque, baroque, classical, neoclassical and neogothic. gothic is my number one favourite though)

-geology (igneous and sedimentary rocks specifically. don't mention limestone around me). also im a slut for paleontology i don't know much in depth but god do i love a trilobite and random creatures from the paleozoic. except tiktaalik. fuck that guy

-space

-honestly just science in general

-languages (learning swedish but i also am just generally interested in linguistics and geography)

-the magnus archives

-malevolent

-gothic literature and media (dorian gray, jekyll and hyde, and frankenstein especially)

-music (goth, emo, rock, metal, indie. generalising here but you get the idea xD)

-music artists I especially enjoy are (in current brainrot order), ghost, mcr, sisters of mercy, green day, type o negative, rob zombie, the cure, will wood, korn, and there's other artists I love and I listen to an absurd amount of them but these are just the initial brainrotters

-general gothic things

-drawing, writing, and my ocs

-i'm also just generally passionate about anti-capitalism, media analysis and the distribution of information, how social media has impacted society, the problems with generative ai, and climate change so like please don't mention these to me if you don't want me to start ranting

[project1939]

Day 36- Film: Clash by Night 

Release date: June 16th, 1952. 

Studio: RKO 

Genre: Drama/noir 

Director: Fritz Lang 

Producer: Jerry Wald, Norman Krasna, Harriet Parsons 

Actors: Barbara Stanwyck, Paul Douglas, Robert Ryan, Marilyn Monroe 

Plot Summary: Mae Doyle returns home after 10 years when an illicit romance breaks up. No young woman anymore, she is now bitter and reclusive. When she and childhood friend Jerry begin dating, Mae tries to break it off, saying she would never be a good wife to him. Eventually she gives in and marries him, hoping that she can feel secure and learn to love him. It doesn’t take long for her to tire of his simple pragmatic ways, however. Jerry’s best friend Earl, meanwhile, falls desperately in love/lust with her. Will the temptation be too great to resist? 

My Rating (out of five stars): ***½ 

Damn, until about the last 10 minutes, I was going to give this 4 stars- even though I hated almost all of the characters! The ending nearly completely ruined it, though. Until then it was an unusually cynical and bleak movie for Hollywood in the early 1950s. It seemed obvious that it was an adaptation of a play, which it was, and it seemed obvious that the original ending was changed, which it was. I really struggle to even understand why this was adapted for the screen if a “happy” ending had to be tagged on to it. It completely compromises the entire thing. 

The Good: 

Barbara Stanwyck was impressive. She is definitely of the old school acting style, before the more naturalistic style we’re used to today became prevalent. Even so, I thought her performance was very effective. And my god, she played bitter and jaded well here! She gave me chills sometimes. 

Paul Douglas was also wonderful. A Letter to Three Wives is one of my favorite films, and I fell in love with him in that. He plays earnest everyman characters so well, and he’s always so likeable. His character in this is a bit weak and gullible, but also a genuinely good person. 

The main love triangle in this is between people who are all in their 40s! That is exceedingly rare for a Hollywood film even today. I loved the way that added a different layer of maturity and complexity. 

A lot of dialogue was really good, again, so no surprise that it came from a play. I usually try to jot down interesting quotes while I watch a movie, and there were so many, I kept having to pause this to get things written down. 

The cynicism and darkness were pervasive and engulfing. There was a kind of claustrophobia in all three of the main characters' lives, and it really made you feel trapped in a kind of hell with them. 

I hated so many of the characters, but they were real and made the despair of the story intense. Earl repulsed me on a physical level- I could barely stand to watch him. Mae was not a good person either. Jerry had a mooching uncle that I could barely stand. Even Jerry himself, generally being a good guy, was a bit annoying in how much he tolerated being around these terrible people. 

The Bad: 

The ending! The ending! I don’t know if I could ever tire of ranting about how stupid the ending was. Spoiler ahead: When Mae suddenly decided out of nowhere that she should go back to Jerry, it was ridiculous and totally out of character. When Jerry takes her back, I even said out loud, “Well, this will probably last a week!” Nothing about the film made sense with this kind of ending. 

Hating so many characters was a plus and a minus. The minus was that it made the movie hard to sit though at times. I could care less what happened to Earl or Uncle Vince or even Mae. 

If I didn’t hate Earl enough, he had a whole repeating segment about doing his “Chinese impression,” where he pulled at his eyes and made strange noises that sounded nothing like Chinese. I am SO SICK of these scenes in movies, radio, and tv shows! I hope they get less frequent as the project goes on, because I’m barely more than 1/3 finished. 

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I had to add onto this as an australian cause it's such a funny part of our history and I love sharing it with people. While the whole thing is hilarious, the funniest part isn't even the fact we started a war on birds and lost, the funniest part is we sent like 10 guys max and gave up after two tries. A lot of foreigners don't know this about the emu war, most who just hear about it think it was a well-planned 'pest' exterminating sort of thing with loads of men and a few months/years in the making. But it was just cause some Western Australian farmers got pissed that emus were destroying their crops and got so mad they called the literal Australian Military to help. The army had nothing better to do in the year 1932 and since our slouch hats for the cavalry (horse soldiers hats) have emu feathers, they were like sure why not.

This is where it gets hilarious. I couldn't find exactly how many men were sent but it wasn't a lot, and while they were given loads of ammunition, Emus are really really really fucking fast and super hard to kill. One of the commanding officers literally said:

"If we had a military division with the bullet-carrying capacity of these birds it would face any army in the world ... They can face machine guns with the invulnerability of tanks. They are like Zulus whom even dum-dum bullets could not stop" (yes I got this from Wikipedia; sorry, I didn't have time for full research).

So they kill about 50 over a week (or maybe a month) and go fuck it we can't do this anymore see you losers later. The funniest thing is cause it was the military they had to officially say the troops were withdrawing (aka retreating)

They get called in a second time, which bodes better for the troops than the last time, but ultimately the might of the excellent emu army is just too much and the troops give up. Over the next few years, WA asked for more military assistance, INCLUDING during WWII, and you can guess what the ministry of defence had to say to that. We were barely at 7 million people at that time (ww2) and we were just under 1 million troops in all the branches, so I find it really fucking ballsy for WA (the texas of Australia, constantly saying they don't need the rest of Australia and that they are gonna go independent -love you WA!) to ask the literal ministry of defence for troops to kill emus when we were possible days away from being invaded by Japan.

Before I go, here are some really funny (to me at least) quotes I found that really sum up the Emu War

After the withdrawal of the military, the emu attacks on crops continued.

The Emu command had evidently ordered guerrilla tactics, and its unwieldy army soon split up into innumerable small units that made use of the military equipment uneconomic. A crestfallen field force, therefore, withdrew from the combat area after about a month (My FAV- emus be using guerrilla warfare)

Meredith had established an ambush near a local dam, and more than 1,000 emus were spotted heading towards their position...The gun jammed after only twelve birds were killed

army observers noted that "each pack seems to have its own leader now—a big black-plumed bird which stands fully six feet high and keeps watch while his mates (mates =friends, not romance) carry out their work of destruction and warns them of our approach

I just want to say that while it is funny looking back on it now (cause literal soldiers lost to birds), things like this still happen in Australia. We are one of the only countries to have shark nets, we allow kangaroo hunting (at least that I'm aware of) for recreation and continue to have the highest rates of extinction of native species. While this may be a part of our history, it is still a part of our present and how we treat our native animals. ( as someone who lives in a regional area, I am very much for pest management, but to me, pests are non-native species).

Anyway! Hope you have a great weekend, and sorry for the massive rant, it is just such an interesting part of our history!

I was thinking about the Emu War, and my mind realised something: doesn't it make sense that Australia, the country infamous for its variety of wild animals, would have a war against a species of animal, which they lost, as part of their history?