#or “the next thing you know we're divorced my kids hate me” but let me drive 2k miles real quick
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Anyways, Jonathan calling that rat a little shit and then calling it little bud no more than 5 minutes later is peak Jonathan behavior
#see also “I don't like most people” but doesn't want to inconvenience the whole town by stealing snow salt#or the guy who hates parties but went to the party of his own free will#or “the next thing you know we're divorced my kids hate me” but let me drive 2k miles real quick#to quote walt whitman: Do I contradict myself#jonathan byers#stranger things
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"and if he's only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me?"
Ok think I've finally worked out what was bugging me with them miscommunicating when Blitz yells.
"Would he want me if he were free?" Stolas' starting premise is if Blitz wasn't ok with the deal, and didn't like him; then he's a monster and an abuser.
If it's was only sex to Blitz, then he's just like Stella.
It's why he gives up, saying he has his answer; when Blitz assumes the crystal must be a prop for more of their deal.
"tethered to someone in such an unfair way". Ok this bit had my mind immediately go to the divorce.
The marriage was arranged by someone must more powerful than Stolas, to someone he'd never choose for himself. An "entire life's been written in stone" in fact; he thinks he's done the same thing to the man he loves.
While it is perfectly reasonable for Blitz to get angry, feeling blindsided and dismissed; asking for a "fucking minute", the next bit reads very differently to both of them.
"You spring this feeling bullshit on me. Are you fucking kidding! *Kicks open the door* Can I get a Fucking minute to think after everything you put me through! You pompous rich Asshole! *Stolas' flinches the same way he does when Stella screams at him.*
"Treat me like one of your little butler imps. You can't just Dismiss me like that. I mean you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time. Like you can just play with our feelings, because we're smaller and not as important. Well I'm Not letting you bitch. *Flinches again* Let's Go!".
Blitz is telling Stolas that he doesn't want to be sent away, and that he wants think about it. His abandonment issues are fully kicked in.
He's trying to force Stolas into a fight, to get him to engage with him. Likely a repeated pattern from his last serious relationship with Voroskia.
Trying to pick a fight, to get to make up sex, to get them back to 'normal'. Because that's how he's been dealing with their "complicated" for a while now. If it's about sex he knows how to deal with what they have.
(Blitz is word perfect on the fight with Verosika after all; so they probably got back together a few times after stealing from her).
Blitz immediately goes to "I can do better", and try give it back; when he thinks Stolas doesn't want to see him anymore.
"you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time."
But that's not what Stolas is hearing right now. Stolas hears is 'your all the same. All royal are as bad as eachother'.
It's very close to Striker explaining how the world works during his torture.
And now he thinks that the only man he's ever loved hates him because what he is.
That's what he meant by "think so of low of me".
And he's not exactly wrong. Fizz even calls Blitz on hating that Stolas is a prince.
And Blitz does say "They're all the fuckin' same". (Blitz isn't wrong for calling out Stolas on how he treats his staff either)...
Then there's the bit that seems fairly contentious. Stolas portaling Blitz out.
Stolas is a domestic abuse survivor, only a couple of weeks out of the hospital, because his wife tried to murder him. He's going freak out at loud voices, angry swearing, and doors being kicked in.
He going assume that this is Blitz getting a few kicks in on the way out; not him genuinely trying to talk through their problems just because of the format.
They are both stumbling over eachothers trauma landmines here.
Neither is wrong.
Not Stolas for walking away, or making the shouty person leave.
Not Blitz for getting scared, upset and feeling abandoned. Thinking Stolas isn't giving him a chance to think it through.
Blitz is going to get that time he wants to think it over. It's not an all or none thing.
He now has his business safe and secured in his own hands, and knows that Stolas likes him too. Those are biggys.
It's entirely up to Blitz what he wants to do now.
#helluva boss#blitzo x stolas#stolitz#Stolas really thinks he's as bad as the people who hate watching think he is#Blitz's abandonment issues result in him being misunderstood like crazy
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This Is Me You're Talking To
Summary: You and Harry are divorced, but you both still have feelings for each other.
Warnings: Divorce, smut (sex with the ex), angst, lots of feelings
Word count: 3924
A/N: Written in 2016. Inspired by the song of the same name by Trisha Yearwood. Obviously, this isn't for everyone, but it's very personal to me and one of my favorite things I've written. Please be kind.
Hate is a strong word. At one time you might have felt like you hated him. But it had been a year now since the divorce and you'd both moved on. You'd resolved that you just weren't meant to be together and were never really on the same page. In the beginning of the relationship, you'd convinced yourself that you were okay with his busy lifestyle and the fact that your time together was limited. But after five years of marriage and two kids, you'd come to resent him for that exact fact, and you finally agreed it was time to separate.
Two months ago, you were out with friends for a long overdue girls' night out, the kids staying the night with your mother. You hadn't expected to run into Harry. You saw him regularly when you would drop the kids off for their time with him, but other than discussing their needs, you didn't speak to him very much. It just wasn't necessary. Knowing what he was doing with his personal life was no longer your business and frankly you didn't care.
So, when you were about to make your way to the bar behind your friends, you stopped in your tracks when you saw Harry slipping his arm off the back of a beautiful brunette. One of your friends twirled around to give you a wide stare, the other muttering "oh shit" and asking if you were okay. You rolled your eyes and assured them you were fine before continuing to the bar.
After ordering your cocktail, you caught a glimpse of Harry looking your way out of the corner of your eye. Quickly turning back to the bartender, you gave him a smile and a healthy tip when he handed you your glass.
"Y/N," you suddenly heard in an all too familiar voice.
"Hi, Harry," you sighed, barely looking at him.
"Out with some friends?" he asked with a weak smile. You knew that smile. You knew all of his smiles, actually, and what each one meant. This was his nervous smile.
"Yeah," you replied emotionlessly before taking a sip from your straw.
"You look amazing," he commented, stepping closer to you.
You shut your eyes for a moment, telling yourself his words didn't mean a thing. "Thanks," you said, eyeing one of your friends in hopes that she was ready to move to a table.
"How are the kids?"
"Fine," you nodded. "They're at my mom's."
"Good. I'm looking forward to seeing them next weekend."
You continued to nod, having nothing to add.
"How've you been?" Harry inquired.
"I-"
"Baby..." you heard a female voice from behind Harry. You saw her painted nails on his shoulder before you saw her face. "Let's go sit over there."
"Love, this is Y/N," said Harry, gesturing toward you. "Y/N, this is Sharla."
It took all you had not to quirk a brow, but instead you extended your hand, shaking the other woman's.
"Lovely to meet you," you smiled with pursed lips.
"You too," she said nonchalantly before releasing her hand from your grip and placing it on Harry's bicep.
"Well, I guess I'll...see you..." Harry grinned shyly.
"Yep," you nodded once more.
"Good for you," you suddenly heard behind you as Harry and the brunette walked away.
"I'm proud of you, Y/N," your other friend said as she wrapped her arm around your neck.
You let out a breath. "Gotta admit," you muttered, "that was harder than just seeing him when I drop the kids off."
"Well of course it was. Is that the first woman he's dated since you?"
"I have no idea," you replied, turning around. "But that's the first time I've met one."
"C'mon hon," bestie number one looped arms with you. "We're gonna find you another man."
You chuckled as you walked with your friends to the other side of the room.
"What the fuck kind of a name is Sharla?"
"Desiree had a little cold this week," you explained as you handed your two-year-old to Harry's open arms. "She seems okay now, but I put some medicine in the bag in case you need it."
"Alright," nodded Harry before turning to his daughter. "You feeling better now, Desi?"
Desiree beamed her angelic smile. "Better."
Harry gave her his mini version of a fist bump before giving her a kiss on her forehead. "Wanna watch TV with your brother?" Bringing the little girl into the living room, he set her on the sofa next to her four-year-old brother.
"Cameron, get your shoes off the couch, please," you instructed.
The little boy kicked his shoes onto the floor without prying his eyes from the cartoon he was watching. Crossing your arms, you turned to Harry.
"Something smells good," you commented.
Harry grinned. "Thought I'd make some spaghetti."
"Look at you," you quipped. Then you gazed around the room. "Where's Sharla?"
Sharla had been at Harry's the last two times you'd dropped the kids off. Though she'd been pleasant enough, you could feel her eyes throwing daggers at you the entire fifteen minutes you were there.
"Um...dunno," replied Harry with a shrug.
"She was busy?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "We broke up."
"Oh," you said softly. "I'm sorry."
Harry raised his brows and quickly looked away. "Yeah."
Biting your lip, you watched Harry turn for the kitchen where he stirred the contents of a large pot.
"Well, I guess I'll be going," you muttered.
"You um..." Harry stumbled, "wanna stay? For dinner?"
"Oh, I don't-"
Your words were quickly interrupted by the buzz of a timer.
"Damn, forgot about the garlic bread." Harry hastily opened the oven door and grabbed the baking sheet, not bothering to put an oven mitt on.
"Shit, bloody he-"
"Harry!" you exclaimed, just as he dropped the baking sheet on the counter.
"Sorry," he said, thinking you were upset at his cursing in front of the children.
"What do you think you're doing?" you scoffed.
You grabbed his hand and pulled it to the sink, running cold water over it. You could hear Harry's heavy breaths as he stood next to you, his chest heaving.
"You can't just grab something out of the oven without gloves, Harry," you scolded.
"I know," he mumbled. "I was..."
You lifted your eyes to him, his pouty lips partially open as heavy breaths continued to puff out.
"You were what?" you inquired.
"Distracted."
Exhaling slowly through your nose, you averted your gaze and returned to the task at hand.
"Looks okay," you cleared your throat, turning off the water. "Doesn't seem to be burned too bad. But you might wanna put some ice on it."
"Thanks," Harry said so low that you barely heard it.
Reaching in the freezer for an ice pack, Harry turned his back to you as you dried your hands on a dish towel.
"Daddy!" squealed Cameron as he came trotting into the kitchen. "Are we having pasketti?"
"We are, little man," Harry confirmed.
Cameron danced to the table, taking his seat without being told. Walking over to him, you kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodnight, baby, Mommy's going." Giving him a hug, you walked past Harry to kiss your little girl goodbye.
"You sure you don't wanna stay?" you heard Harry ask.
Lifting Desiree in your arms and propping her on your hip, you returned to the kitchen. "I don't know..."
"There's plenty of food," Harry gestured toward the pot. "Way more than we'll eat."
"It does smell good," you hesitated.
Harry gave you a smile. This was different than his nervous smile from earlier. This was his 'c'mon, you know you want to' smile. Stepping up to the stove, he grabbed the wooden spoon he'd been stirring the sauce with, bringing it over to you, his hand underneath to catch any drops.
"Give it a taste," he said.
You let him gently lift the spoon to your mouth as you tasted the delicious Italian seasonings.
"What do you think?" he asked.
You swallowed. "I think I'm staying for dinner."
Harry continued to smile as you walked over to the table and set Desiree in her high chair. Harry got a bowl ready for Cameron and set it in front of the patiently waiting boy. Then he did the same for Desi, giving both children a sippy cup of juice. You sat next to your daughter as you watched her starting to make a mess.
"Desi, you're gonna get more on your tray than in your mouth," you chuckled.
"She likes it that way," joked Harry.
You couldn't help but beam at him as he laid a plate of spaghetti and garlic bread in front of you, another plate for himself next to you. Returning to the kitchen once again, he uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
"Cheers," he said when he handed a glass to you and sat down. You clinked glasses and took a sip.
"Oh that's the good stuff," you commented.
Harry winked. "You noticed."
Early in your relationship you'd confessed to Harry that you had a weakness for red wine. One night he surprised you with an expensive bottle that knocked your socks off. After that, he always made it a point to get it again for special occasions.
"What did you get this for?" you inquired.
"No real reason," Harry shrugged.
You eyed him as he took another sip and set his glass down, digging his fork into his spaghetti. Raising a brow, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye until you quickly picked up your own fork.
The four of you had a pleasant dinner. For some reason it didn't feel odd or uncomfortable. It felt like old times, although your kids were a year older.
After the meal, you helped clean up, wiping Desiree's face and setting her down to let her run back to the living room. Just as you were cleaning off the table and Harry had put the leftovers in the fridge, you turned around to find him pouring more wine.
"I hope you're not pouring that for me," you scoffed.
"Why not? You always used to drink two glasses. Sometimes three."
"That's when I didn't have to drive home," you rolled your eyes.
"Who said you have to now?" Harry asked before taking a sip from his glass.
You narrowed your eyes. "Harry."
"Wha'?" he sounded.
Shaking your head, you were about to reach for your purse that you'd left on the counter when Desiree emerged from the living room and took your hand.
"Mommy!" she said with excitement.
"What baby?" you asked her.
"Sit wiv meee," she replied, tugging on your fingers with her tiny hands. You followed her lead into the living room where she pointed to the sofa and demanded for you to sit. When you obliged, she climbed into your lap. Looking up, you saw Harry with a massive grin on his face. Then he crossed to the room to Cameron's other side and sat down beside him.
"What are we watching?" you whispered in Desiree's ear.
"Pooh bear!" she answered.
You and Harry sat through the rest of Winnie The Pooh and half of some other program that came on after it until you realized both kids were asleep. With delicate precision, you rose from the sofa with your baby girl in your arms, and Harry scooped up a sleeping Cameron. He followed you down the hall until you stopped at Desi's room and laid her down in her bed. Pulling the covers over her and pushing her hair back from her face, you kissed her temple. Then you met Harry in the hallway and traded places, giving Cameron a goodnight kiss. Shutting their doors, your eyes met Harry's and you gave him a tight-lipped smile before heading to the bathroom. When you came back out, he was standing in the kitchen again.
"Thanks for the dinner," you said softly. "It was nice. You know, to be with the kids and put them to bed."
"Yeah, usually I have to read them at least two stories each," he smiled. "Just something about their mum, I suppose."
You blinked, lowering your gaze. "Well anyway, thanks. I'll come pick 'em up Sunday."
"Wait..." he insisted when you turned for the door. "You're not gonna finish your wine?"
You twirled back around, the full glass of wine still sitting on the counter. "Um..."
"It's your favorite," said Harry, lifting the glass. "It'd be a shame to waste it."
"Harry," you shook your head, "what are you doing?"
He shrugged. "Wha'? I'm not doing anything. I just thought you'd like to have your wine. Just because we're divorced doesn't mean we can't be in the same room, does it?"
Licking your lips, you dropped your bag and keys on the counter again. He was right. It wasn't like it meant anything. You could be civil. "Okay."
Taking the glass from him, you followed him into the living room and sat on the couch.
"How's work?" he asked you.
"Ppppffff" you sounded, nearly spitting out your wine.
"Was that not a good question to ask?"
"You wanna talk about my job?" you rolled your eyes.
"I just wanna know how you're doing, Y/N," Harry remarked. "I know you don't believe it, but I do still care."
You sighed, sitting back in your seat. "It's fine. Work is good. No major complaints."
"Good," Harry nodded, "I'm glad."
His eyes seemed to be burning into yours so you had to look away, taking another sip of wine.
"Have you been seeing anyone?" you heard him ask and you flinched.
"Why?"
"I just wondered. You deserve to be happy, Y/N."
You huffed and shook your head.
"What did I say?" he looked taken back.
"Sorry, I just don't get out as much as Harry Styles. I don't have the opposite sex throwing themselves at my feet. Or the same sex, for that matter."
"Y/N..."
"What happened with Sharla?" you asked, rolling your eyes again as you pronounced her name.
Harry let out a low, short chuckle. "Sharla...was...not for me."
"But she seemed so perfect for you, Harry," you teased.
He narrowed his eyes. "No, she wasn't. Far from it."
Your expression softening, you tilted your head. "So what did happen?"
"She didn't want to be with someone who had kids," he swallowed. "Simple as that."
"I'm sorry," you muttered.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It's alright. There were other things too, but that was sort of the deal breaker."
"What other things?" you asked curiously.
Harry looked at you and puckered his lips in thought, no doubt trying to decide whether he wanted to divulge this information.
"She wasn't very bright," he stated matter-of-factly.
You let out a giggle, covering your mouth with your hand.
"She once asked me what country Alaska was in."
"Oh my god," you laughed harder.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "I know. That shoulda been a red flag."
"Poor thing," you said.
"Who? Her or me?"
You threw your head back laughing some more until you realized you should keep your voice down since the children were sleeping. You finished the rest of your wine in one large gulp, setting the glass on the coffee table. It was then that Harry got up from his seat and walked to the kitchen, returning with the wine bottle.
"Harry!" you exclaimed when he started pouring into your glass.
"Not much left," he insisted. "We need to finish it."
With a scoff, you took the glass. You figured you might as well. You were already feeling tipsy, so it wasn't like you'd be driving right then anyway. Besides, as much as you wanted to deny it, you were feeling comfortable with Harry for the first time in over a year. Maybe it didn't have to mean anything. It was just...nice.
"Oh hey, I wanted to show you something," Harry finally said after you'd been sitting in silence for a few moments. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he swiped the screen until he stopped on something that made him smile. "Here."
You took the phone from him and noticed it was a video. Pressing the screen, it came to life. In the center was Cameron sitting on the floor, a toy drum between his legs. You could hear the sound of a guitar strumming in the background and a voice singing, no doubt Harry's. As soon as Cameron started banging on the drum, little Desiree showed up in the screen, doing her best to dance to the mixed rhythms. You watched the video in awe, smiling from ear to ear. By the end, you were all choked up.
"That was great," you commented, handing the phone back to Harry. You sniffed and wiped your eyes.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
You nodded. "I loved that. You're..."
As your voice trailed off, you felt Harry shift on the sofa, sliding closer to you.
"What was that, love?"
"You're such a great father," you declared. "They love you so much."
"I love them, too."
"When did you take that?" you asked.
"Bout a month ago," he replied. "I kept meaning to show you, but forgot."
You nodded silently. Looking into Harry's eyes at that moment, you felt a sudden wave rush over you, like you were being pulled under. It was like the feeling you used to get with him, when things were good. As you lifted your glass to take another sip, Harry reached for it, stopping you. Taking it from your hand, you watched him set it on the coffee table. Then scooting even closer to you, he slid his hand under your ear. When he tilted his head to kiss you, you didn't stop him. You'd known it was coming, it was one of his signature moves. But you allowed his lips to press against yours. Even when he continued with the kiss, slipping his tongue inside, you didn't stop him. Instead, you allowed your body to come alive, urging him to keep going.
Dragging his lips down your neck, he felt him hum against your skin. His hands encircled your waist, the pads of his fingers traveling up your back as your own hands got tangled in his hair.
"Harry..." you finally sounded, not really sure how you planned to end that sentence.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and raspy in your ear.
"What?"
"Tell me you want me," he finished. "Just like you used to. I need to hear it again."
You swallowed hard, not immediately fulfilling his request. When he lifted his head to look at you, his emerald eyes looked dark and full of fire.
"Tell me, baby," he repeated.
"I want you, Harry," you admitted. "I want you to make love to me."
With a nod, Harry kissed you passionately before rising from the couch and reaching his hand out for you to take. You followed him into the bedroom where he kissed you again, lifting the hem of your shirt until it was over your head and dropped on the floor. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and removed it, adding it to the pile. You wasted no time removing your jeans and underwear before you lied down on the bed.
As Harry hovered over you, warnings began to go off in your head. It had been so long. Your body missed his so much it ached. But your head was telling you this might not be a good idea.
When his lips met yours again, however, your body won out. You were so thirsty for him, you knew you had to have him, even if it was wrong.
Neither of you said a word. Your actions and your eyes spoke everything. With heavy eyelids, slid down your body, licking and sucking your nipples the way you liked. Everything he did was the way you liked. He knew your body better than anyone had or ever could.
When he made his way between your legs, you gasped and closed your eyes. His hands on your thighs, he nipped at your clit before sliding his tongue up your slit. He worked his magic, moving in circles, slowly at first before picking up speed. You grasped at the sheets beneath you as you felt yourself reach the edge, your toes curling.
"Oh my god," you finally sounded, a low deep moan rising in your throat as you felt the orgasm rip through you.
It wasn't until you were coming down, catching your breath, that you took in your surroundings and realization hit you. This wasn't your husband. He hadn't been for a long time. You had moved on a while ago. Yet, here you were in his bed.
Kissing your inner thighs, Harry lifted his head and returned to hovering over you. You legs trembled from the aftermath as he gave you a lopsided grin.
Harry didn't ask if you were ready for him. In all your time together, he just always knew. He didn't need to ask. You were always ready for him. Your body craved him. Swiping his hand up your wetness, he used it to lubricate his erection before entering you. He thrust a few times before you turned your head to stare at the wall. You weren't sure why, but you could feel the tears coming. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, you told yourself.
Grabbing hold of your thigh with one hand, his other next to your head, Harry moved in and out at a steady rhythm until he finally slowed to a stop.
"Look at me," he breathed.
Your head still turned to the pillow, you fought back the tears.
"Please," he begged. "I'm inside you baby, you can't look at me?"
Your chest shook with sobs as you finally lifted your eyes to look into his. Although they were dry, they revealed the same feelings and emotions as yours.
"I love you, Y/N," he declared. "I never stopped."
As another tear trickled down your cheek, you lifted your hand to touch Harry's face.
"You still love me too, don't you?" he asked.
Biting your lip, you nodded. Harry leaned his forehead against yours.
"Then what are we doing? We should be together."
A tiny sound rose from your throat as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Lifting his head slightly, Harry looked at you.
"Yeah?"
"Yes," you heard yourself agree, making Harry smile.
"God, I've missed you," he groaned, his hips slowly pumping once more. "So much."
"I missed you too," you admitted, your eyelids fluttering from the sensation.
"Feels so good."
You nodded again. You couldn't deny it. He felt incredible. He'd always been the best, the only one who could make you feel this way. So loved, so desired, so wanted.
You came together within minutes, panting with clumsy kisses. Afterwards, Harry turned out the light and pulled the covers over you. He didn't have to ask you to stay the night. Once again, he knew. He always knew.
As you lay there in the darkness, you wondered what this meant for the future, for your family. Maybe you didn't need to decide right away. Maybe you could start over, take it step by step. But one thing was certain. Wrapped up in Harry's arms was like home. And that's where you wanted to be.
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The Vampire Daniel Molloy, when Louis asks what he's looking forward to most about the next stage of his newly immortal life:
Hmm. With how much my maker already complains about me ruining his life and how every day I give him a new reason to regret ever siring me, if I had to pick just one thing, I'd say the thing I'm most looking forward to is when I hit vampire puberty.
Louis: ....
Daniel: Vampire puberty's when the really wild superpowers kick in, right?
Louis: I suppose technically that's not....inaccurate.
Daniel: Hey, what are the chances of me getting the 'set shit on fire with my brain' thing you've got? Can you even imagine how much that would piss him off? His disappointment of a fledgling having the same gifts as the ex who dumped his ass....oh, man. C'mon now. I bet I could do some real damage with that.
Louis: Actually, while we're near the subject: would you please stop introducing yourself as 'the reason your vampire parents got divorced?'
Daniel: No, Louis, Louis! You're not getting it, see....the thing that makes it funny is its true.
Louis: You've really decided to lean into the whole 'second childhood' angle, huh.
Daniel: Mmmm. And just think. If you'd turned me fifty years ago when I first asked, I'd be well past this stage by now. And also still twenty. And hot.
Louis: Ahh. Its like that, then, is it.
Daniel: Oh, only a little bit. Really though, its like, every day I discover a new way to make Armand rue my very existence all over again, and maybe I'm just a simple man with simple needs, because that's just....very fun for me. I mean, there's just something extra validating in knowing the guy you're all "fuck that guy, I hate him, he sucks" about hates you waaaay more than you can be bothered to hate him. Because then its like you win the feud, right? You still get to hate that guy, which is great, because fuck that guy, he sucks, but you also get to know your very existence drives him way crazier than his ever makes you, and I mean, let's be real. Who doesn't like winning things?
Louis: Well I'm so glad you've found something that gives you a sense of purpose at least. Its very -
Daniel: Yeah, yeah, immortal blood drinkers need hobbies other than mass murder, it keeps the body count low and is good for the environment. Relax. I know. I literally wrote the book on it. You were there.
Louis: That's what you got out of it?
Daniel: Why, did you want me to fixate on your sex scenes instead? That seems weird. A little narcissistic even. And at the risk of self-awareness, when I'm the one -
Louis: Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure you had something to focus your energies on. It can all be a bit overwhelming at first and with your level of public attention at the moment, its very crit -
Daniel: Nope, all good here. Got myself a steady supply of Deadbeat Dad jokes that make my maker's eye twitch - apparently base word play is "gauche" or some shit - ugh, my god, its like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and I only ate one of the editors on my shitlist to test drive my shiny new murder skills. He had this thing about Oxford commas, used to bug the crap out of me. Its like we get it, you hate them. They're literally dots on a page, they can't hurt you, can we please move on....
Louis: ....
Daniel: Louis, I'm kidding. Look, you don't have to worry about me. I already decided I find emotional evisceration way more satisfying than the physical version. Less clean up and it lasts longer anyway. I'm not going to get myself into trouble by cosplaying as Jack the Ripper where paparazzi can catch me red-fanged, and even if I do, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility. You can stop mother-henning me, you didn't turn me, you literally said no when I begged you to, its the whole reason I have eternal wrinkles instead of youthful tautness.
Louis: Not gonna let that one go, are you.
Daniel: Gimme a few centuries and ask me again. I'll let you know then.
Louis: Mmhmm. So this was....memorable and we definitely won't be doing it again. But you do seem to have things figured out so I'll leave you to it, then.
Daniel: Wait, Louis, don't go! Don't you want to hear my five-century life plan for annoying Armand into an early retirement mausoleum? I made visual aids!
Louis: Goodbye, Daniel.
Daniel: Fine, leave then! I don't care! You're not my real dad anyway! Et cetera, et cetera!
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5+1 AU Characters as Taylor Swift Songs
I got bored yesterday and my ADHD + my swiftie brain decided to put together what says would go together with the characters of my fic. This was mostly done for fun but if you know the meanings behind these songs, I'm going to enjoy feasting on your suffering 😈
Here's the link to my fic here if you haven't read it yet.
Pomni/Penny: Mirrorball
And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try
I thought this song best fit Pomni/Penny due to her complicated relationship with her dad and how that affected her as a person, always trying to do her best despite what's thrown at her, even if it hurts her in the process and she doesn't know why.
Jax/Jack: This Is Me Trying
Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say. But I'm here in your doorway I just wanted you to know. That this is me trying
I mean, I think its kinda obvious (cough cough chapter 5 cough cough). Jax/Jack went through a lot as a kid before he moved in with Winter and the Alvarez's and yes while he's hurting, he wants to heal but as ya'll know, relapses happen. But he'll always keep trying.
Riley: Karma
Karma's gonna track you down. Step by step, from town to town. Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
I had fun with this one. As ya'll know, Riley is quite protective over those she cares about (she's also an FBI agent so if you hurt Penny you probably won't be seen the next day). Riley is always gonna make sure that those who decide to fuck around are gonna find out. After all, karma is a bitch.
Winter: 22
You don't know about me but I'll bet you want to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22
Ah Winter, my sassy lesbian queen. Winter has always been fun to write due to how positive and fun she is. Teasing Jack, being lovey dovey with Riley and hyping up Penny as well. She would be one of those people who throw the wildest parties and dread cleaning up the next day, but doesn't care as long as she and others are having fun.
Amber: Tolerate It
Lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it
Amber, mother of two and the ex of the man that everyone in discord wants dead. This reflects what her marriage to David was like and her releasing how awful he was after they divorced. Amber is a strong and protective mother bear, but she was hurt first emotionally to become that strong. Sometimes there will be moments will break, but she always picks herself back up for her girls, David forgotten at the back of her mind for their sake.
~okay let's focus on some duo/trio songs~
Pomni/Penny & Jax/Jack: Wildest Dreams
Say you'll remember me. Standin' in a nice dress. Starin' at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you'll see me again. Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
Come on, are you really surprised? It's the title of the last chapter and basically this fic's theme! Even if they don't realise who each other are, there memories stay in their dreams and their shown just how beautiful their love was!!!!
Riley & Winter: Paper Rings
I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want
Let's go! Let's go lesbians let's go!!! The yuri deserve a nice lovey dovey song. These two are just so sweet with one another and the reason why Jack and Penny got together (much to Riley's disappointment lol) and they deserve all the happiness. And yes this song was in their wedding playlist.
Pomni/Penny & Riley: Safe and Sound
No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound
This song is definitely a parallel of Penny and Riley's sisterhood, especially growing up with David still in the picture. Riley doing her job as an older sister, shielding her little sister whenever David wanted to target her with his verbal abuse. Riley hates every fibre of her father's being, it only got worse after he involved Penny in the car accident. No matter what, even as adults, Riley will always protect her baby sister from everything...until the day she couldn't.
Winter & Jax/Jack: The Best Day
God smiles on my little brother, inside and out. He's better than I am I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run. And I had the best days with you
This was how Winter viewed her and Jack when he moved in with her family. Jack is and always will be her little brother, even if they aren't blood related. She and her family give him the life he didn't and the space to thrive, and neither she or Jack would trade it for the world even after all these years.
Pomni/Penny & Amber: Bigger Than The Whole Sky
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky
Hehe ya'll gonna hate me for this one. But yeah, after Penny went missing, it hit Amber like a freight train. Penny was her baby, she watched her daughter go through hell and back, and helped with her healing, watched her fall in love, comforted her through her heartbreak and the next day she disappeared, and no one can find her. She grieves her daughter every day, as though she truly passed away. She and Penny had a relationship like no other, there's nothing stronger than a mother's love for her child.
Riley & Amber: Dear Reader
The greatest of luxuries is your secrets. Dear reader, when you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss. Never take advice from someone who's falling apart
While Amber loves Penny, never once did she neglect Riley or see her problems as inferior. She loves both her babies more than anything. But she can tell that Riley has gone through a lot, watching her father grow apart from her and seeing her little sister get hurt over and over again. This song is kinda reminiscent of chapter 3 (with Amber reassuring Riley that she's not wrong to feel upset with her dad), but also Amber teaching Riley what she knows and so she doesn't make the same mistakes as she did.
Amber & Riley & Pomni/Penny: Never Grow Up
Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. Just stay this little. Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. It could stay this simple
Let's end it off bittersweet with our three girls. This is reminiscing over her daughters, more so the good moments of their childhood (David isn't in these memories which isn't a surprise). It kind of hits Amber when she sees her girls all grown up and living their own lives, just how far they've come since they were kids. She gave birth to them, helped them take their first steps, cried at their first words, dropped them off both at their first days at school, teasing Riley over her first crush on a girl, comforting and spending each day Penny was in hospital after the accident, letting them cry in her shoulder over David leaving, reassured Riley that she wasn't abandoning Penny once the older of the two left for college, helped Penny overcome her eating habits, watched her girls fall in love. It leaves her tearful and proud of how much they've grown.
I hope you guys enjoyed this, and keep an eye out for my next funnybunny fic on ao3 and tumblr called 'Royally Screwed'. It's a royal AU based on the ideas and art of one of my friends on discord and I hope ya'll like it when it comes out!
#the amazing digital circus#funnybunny#5+1 au#jax#human!jax#pomni#human!pomni#original female characters#ragatha#zooble#gangle#kinger#caine#bubble#dragon rambles
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☀️HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 9 “Don’t Open, Campers Inside”
TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD & GORE
Okay, this italicized part is an EDIT after the reaction. I need to put up a trigger warning for this episode as a reason why I might not show as many images as usual.
I don't think it's as bad as it could've been, otherwise I think OddNation would get demonetized. But to be on the safe side, THIS EPISODE/THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE HEMOPHOBIC.
I WILL put a TW in the tags as well so they don't see the post. But in case your account doesn't have the filter for this sort of thing, HERE'S YOUR WARNING.
I have a gut feeling that we're gonna start losing besties in these next few episodes. If anything last episode was to go off by.
I said this last episode, but in terms of who I think are gonna win at this point... Finalists, Ellie, Fiore, and... I guess Jake. With Ellie winning.
Ellie just has the most understanding motive to win out of all of them and it would be satisfying to see her achieve her dreams.
No I guess Alec does too, but I can't see the scenario in my head. I BARELY react to the Alec scenes, I realize. But I looked back last episode and realized Alec said he "Wished his son was like Fiore" which... OOF, I wish I had a reaction to that. Because holy shit, you're a bad dad if you think that.
He just doesn't have as much emotional range as some of the others. So I don't gravitate towards him as much. I do think he's okay though.
I think that's my takes: Alec's... okay. Fiore's the villain so naturally I don't route for her. Grett's a bad bitch and we stan but also she's not winning. Miriam's great. Tom's great. I love Jake. MAKE UP GOSH DARN IT. And Ellie... I do like her, I admit. She's growing on me.
Yeah...idk what to expect this time. Other than I THINK another idol should come into play. Cause the heroes are outnumbering the villains and the show can't eliminate all the villains before the finale. That's plot armor for you. (I made a post about this topic. Plot Armor is not a criticism.) So with Fiore exposed, ain't no way anyone's flipping. So the only other way is to find an idol. One of the villains gets it, they nullify the votes, and one of the heroes gets the boot.
If I had to predict, probably Tom. Tom's a threat. Plain and simple.
Plus with his kind of character, I know Tom is NEVER winning anyway.
I know I said vote off Jake last episode, but that was because you could gain Ellie's loyalty from that. Well you lost the chance. Even if you do boot Jake it ain't gonna put Ellie on your side. Ya should've booted him when it was convenient and you had the chance.
"Tom & Miriam would ditch Ellie after the villains were out"
By then it'd be the FINAL THREE. So what does that matter?
God I said I didn't have a lot to say and here we are. Let's just get into it.
"What the hell was that bullshit in the elimination?!"
OMG THANK YOU
THANK YOU
GRETT CALLS IT OUT. OMG THANK YOU.
I FEEL VALIDATED.
"You mean the way we were exposed?"
...oh.
No I was talking about your choice on voting.
Nope. I'm not validated.
"Golden, that's the thing with us villains. We don't need your permission to slay. We do it anyway."
"You don't understand kid! I can't lose!"
Trauma dump?
👏Trauma dump👏 Trauma dump 👏Trauma dump👏
"I can't go home without the money!"
"Are you in debt?"
"No, it's not the money itself. It's what it stands for... If I win, my parents will finally be proud of me."
AWWWW, GRETT, HONEY
"Why does everyone think money can solve their personal problems?"
Then... why are you here Fiore?
Also Ellie would like a word.
"Alec thinks winning will fix problems with his wife and you think winning this will make your parents love you. I'm gonna be honest Alec, that marriage is a divorce waiting to happen."
NOT THE CHILD MARRAIGE COUNSELING
"What experience can a six year old have?!"
"Well let's see, my parents abandoned me in the woods. Clearly they hate me."
"My mother never loved me and I know her life would be much better if I never existed. She's told me she thinks I'm a monster..."
OUCH
God, am I starting to feel bad for her now?!
"...I know she's right, but it still hurts to hear."
Oh.
So she's just kinda accepted that she's awful.
"The adults in my life think I'm a demon with no redeeming qualities, so that must be true. Might as well live off that."
Does that imply that Fiore was an accidental pregnancy...?
I mean I'm not a mother, but I know that's something that can happen if you don't, you know, control yourself.
"But you know what? After awhile, the hurt starts to hurt less, and you start taking ownership of who you are."
👏
WHY AM I LIKING THE CHILD NOW?!?!
I mean she's a pretty static character. BUT I think that works in this favor.
"If you want to win, do it for yourself. Prove to those that didn't have faith in you. Prove it to yourself that you're worth it."
👏
See Grett? You found your place as a monster too.
"I couldn't care less about Grett's pathetic insecurities-"
Yeah, she cares about literally nobody.
She WILL ditch these guys on the bus the moment she has the chance.
And she's gonna show no remorse doing it.
And when that happens I'm gonna be HOWLING.
Oh not these two again.
YOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING THE PAST THREE EPISODES. GET OVER IT.
"Hey Tom, I know I said this a dozen times, but I really am sowwy. Can you forgive me?"
"Jake I just learned I have cancer. And for some reason I'm gonna say that's your fault. Get out of my life."
"I've been thinking about what you've told me..."
Oh wait.
Are they actually gonna make up now?
"Maybe you weren't the only selfish one. I attacked you without thinking about how you were feeling..."
Oh yeah they are!
So he just needed to cool off after the news. I get it.
"You don't have to apologize."
"It's all me. It's always my fault. I'm the one who always has to take the blame for things like this."
"I want us to be friends again."
HALLELUJAH!! THANK YOU!!!
"But lets both try to be better. For our sakes."
YUSS!!! FRIENDSHIP RESTORED!!!
THEIR DRAMA CAN BE PUT TO REST NOW!!!!
I'm okay with them just being friends. I think that is healthier that way given they're... messy.
So I'm actually really happy about this.
"Where are Jake and Tom?"
They're 'hanging out' if you know what I mean...
I'm sorry.
"Maybe they're making up."
Up or out?
GOD I JUST SAID I WAS GLAD THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
"For some reason, Golden is whispering in my hear and urging me to kiss the boy."
"Sorry for attacking you so much in the previous challenge."
Is she trying to be allies with these guys now? I called it.
"It's okay. It was also my fault. I judged you too soon without knowing if you were with them or not."
Well she was, but she's not anymore.
She's a redeemed girlie
"I do that a lot."
"Do what?"
"Judging people without knowing their true intentions."
Yeah I can see that.
"It's fine. We can't change the past. We have to look towards a better future."
YES. ALLYSHIP.
CALLED IT!
"Maybe I was wrong to think badly of these young-ins."
"Except Fiore. She's just as bad as I thought."
"Any update about your job?"
He got FIRED. I don't think you get an update after that.
"Anyway, I haven't been sure for awhile if this is what I really want..."
Oh?
You didn't want to be a spy?
"...or if I'm even good at it..."
Uh...
Yeah, you weren't, I'm gonna be brutally honest.
You can find a new job. One that you love. One where you can work AND maintain relationships.
"You think you weren't meant to be a spy?"
"I don't know. But it's not like I have a choice anymore."
Yeah... that's a hard situation. I can relate to that.
AH-!
OH MY GOD.
I DIDN'T-OH MY GOD...
"I don't work there anymore... I don't need this..."
So he WAS wearing that for his job! So he's ditching his career?!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH...
Oh THAT'S why...
I was thinking awhile it would be that he had a scarred face, but I wasn't sure. AND I was joking about it this whole time. God I feel awful now...
I'm trying to look at this properly. What happened? Was he in a fire or something? I can't tell cause it's a cartoon, but that MIGHT be burn scars?????
I don't know, maybe he's gonna explain it.
"My first job was a couple months ago. I was sloppy and I got found out. Things went wrong, and my captors... gave me this..."
😨
OH MY GOD, HE WAS TORTURED?!?!?!
HOLY-I DIDN'T THINK THEY WERE GONNA GO THAT DARK WITH IT.
Holy god, I can't even imagine. I don't want to imagine Tom getting tortured like that.
"The boss wasn't happy. I was tasked to come onto this show as a contestant to investigate it. This job was my last chance, and I blew it."
Ouch...
"Were you using that mask to hide your identity or... were you...?"
"That's just an excuse. The truth is I... I felt ashamed..."
Aw...😢
"But you look good, Tom."
Awwwwww...💗
...wwwwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH MYY GOD!!!!
*I got out of my chair and paced around for a minute*
AAAAAAAHHHH💗
*I'm giddy and out of breath*
I didn't expect them to kiss today... oh my god...
YEEESSS!!! I FEEL VALIDATED!!!!!
Oh my god, Tom Face Reveal. AND... ship name kiss, IN THE SAME SCENE. That's too much for the feels.
Jam. It's Jam isn't it? I don't have jam on me right now.
I actually don't like eating jam. I'm not a jelly person.
Okay okay okay, I'm sorry. I'll keep going.
"...I'm not."
Aw 💗
"Attention campers! Challenge time!"
Oh screw you!
They're good for each other. They're actually good for each other.
I HAD MY DOUBTS. But they do work.
*I had to get water* (Y'all keep your dirty jokes about that)
OH ARE THEY GETTING KIDNAPPED?!
Gosh darn it, I KNEW Chris McLean was here!
How are you all sleeping sitting up?
Is this a "Escape the chamber" challenge?
"The hosts are clearly screwing with us."
OKAY NO I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING IN MY HEAD
DANGANRONPA 2 FUNHOUSE
OH PLEASE TELL ME THIS BOTH IS, AND ISN'T THAT
Cause that situation was HELL
Where'd you get the hats from?
"What happened to the sky?"
"It's covered in grapes and strawberries, and idk why that is-also why is part of the forest blocked off? Why can't we get out?"
"Fiore I don't think you're supposed to be playing those games."
I still headcanon Fiore is a Mortal Combat fangirl.
"Where'd you get that hat?"
WHERE'D YOU GET THAT HAT?!
OH MY GOD. THE HATS ARE SENTIENT.
"Alright gang, grab every weapon in this place you can find and start SMASHING!!!"
Why does the cabin have so much weaponry?!
"Fiore, I think I know what's happening."
"Don't freak out... but a bear is gonna pop out in a minute and force us to kill each other."
"It's the only explanation. Don't tell anyone."
"Uh, we are right here and in hearing range."
"What happened with your mask?"
Oh yeah they don't know...
God it's SO WEIRD seeing Tom without the mask now.
OH SHIT-
UM, HELLO?!?!?!
IM SORRY, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!?!
“What the hell is that?!”
My thoughts exactly Ellie!
DID THEY WAKE UP IN THE FUTURE?! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!
I'M WATCHING A TOTAL DRAMA FANFICTION, RIGHT?!?!
"It looks like a-a-a person..."
"Like a dead person?!"
Tom, you killed a guy!
OH GOOD LORD-
YEAH WE'RE NOT WATCHING DISVENTURE CAMP ANYMORE
If you asked me what my predictions were for this show: "Let's make a PLOT TWIST in the middle of the show and turn it into a zombie apocalypse 'The Walking Dead' show" Would NEVER be on my list.
WHAT THE HELL
I mean if you know me, you know I like death game stories...
But surprisingly, I don't actually like zombie apocalypse stories. It's not just my cup of tea.
Because zombie apocalypse stories are just so bloody hopeless and there's absolutely no way out of inevitable fate. It's just "This is hell, wait till it's your turn to die."
And I just naturally find that less compelling than stuff like Hunger Games, Squid Game, and Danganronpa, where there IS a possibility to escape your fate, even if it's really small.
With these kinds of stories, I'm just waiting for everyone to die. So I get less attached.
That's just my opinion.
"Did you hear that?!"
"Sounded like gunshots!"
"Don't worry guys! It's just Tom killing a man! It's fine!"
"I KISSSED A SERIAL KILLER?!?!"
I mean, I WOULD say this is all a stage show. Like these are just people wearing makeup.
BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE TOM KILLING A GUY.
UNLESS YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATH WORSE THAN CHRIS MCLEAN
XD
"I don't care if he's a serial killer! HE'S MY LOVE! WE'RE LETTING HIM IN. WHAT'S THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN?!"
"What's going on?!"
"Ellie why do you have ketchup splashed all over your face?"
"They looked like people, but they're not!"
"I would never kill a man! I swear!!"
"What if it was a woman?"
"...shit!!"
"Is that... a bite?"
OH SHIT
They're not gonna KILL Ellie, right?!
Cut off her arm, and she might be saved!
"...well, one step closer to winning."
GRETT. WTF?! YOU"RE A PSYCHOPATH!!!
I mean I'm not surprised. BUT WTF?!
"I think we... have to... cut off your arm."
NO I WAS JUST JOKING, YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?!?!?!?!?
"GOLDEN IS OUR OVERLORD AND SHE TOLD ME TO SAVE YOU BY CUTTING OFF YOUR ARM!!!"
"Isn't this just a silly challenge?!"
GOD I HOPE SO
CAUSE THIS IS FUCKED UP
OH MY GOD THEY'RE ACTUALLY DOING IT...
I'M SORRY ELLIE!!!
"So... this ISN'T a challenge?"
YOU THINK?!?!!!
NOW YOU REGRET IT?!?!
"I think I'm gonna faint."
I WOULD TOO.
ELLIE NOOOOOOOO
OKAY. WHO GAVE THE CHILD A GUN?!
I mean it's good reason, but who gave the child a gun?!
ONE WEEK LATER?! WTF?!?!?
HOW DID WE GET HERE???!?!
WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY DONE WITH THE EPISODE. THEY WOKE UP IN THE FUTURE. THERE'S A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. ELLIE IS DEAD.
HOW DID WE GET HERE?!??!
"The show is over... we're just lucky to be alive..."
You know what's crazy? I made a DUMBASS THEORY about the Total Drama Reboot that never happened cause it was too insane.
I said that Chris McLean was planning to take over the world and was using the show to turn people into robot slaves and start an apocalypse. And the Season 2 ending of the reboot would be just like this.
DID SOMEONE WHO WORKED ON DISVENTURE CAMP FIND MY POST AND SAY "We should make THAT the plot of our show!"?!?!
AND Y'ALL BELIEVED I WAS INSANE.
WHERE'S MY CREDIT?! I CAME UP WITH THIS.
"Wow Miriam, how'd you learn to do that?"
"Back in my day, I was secretly a serial killer!"
"Are there really knife throwing contests?"
I would be CONCERNED if there were.
"Grett and Alec got bit... we got attacked... I was the only one who made it out..."
This is a trap.
Tom is probably the most equipped for surviving this.
OH GOD-
YOU CAN'T JUST HOLD A CHILD AT GUNPOINT, TOM
YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT.
"I'll put one right between your eyes."
Tom, you're done.
OKAY, RIP ALEC
Tom is NOT fucking around!
"Tom! Are you okay?"
"No worries. I got a body count in the double digits now. Cool, huh?"
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
MIRIAM NOOOOOOOO
WHAT?!! THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!
"Miriam, stay with me!!"
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO...
NOT THE GRANDMA
"Don't leave me!!"
AWWWW JAKE NOOO😢
He's losing another grandma! 😭
"Coming to this camp was worth it... I didn't think my last days would end like this... but I'm happy they were with you... you are the grandchildren I never had."
😭💗
HE'S YOUR GRANDSON. DON'T LEAVE HIM.
NOOOOOOO
"Not again!!" *cries*
AWWW JAKE, HONEY NOOOOOO 😭
Don't Make Jake Suffer Challenge. Level: Impossible.
Yeah lets just cut to a six year old driving a bus. Why not?
I'M STILL MOURNING
*Patreon*
THIS WHIPLASH AIN'T HELPING
HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!
Yeah. Sure. One Month Later.
I don't even care anymore.
HOW. DID. WE. GET. HERE?!?!?
"Remember last month? Before all this? What you said about my parents?"
"You want to ask if I think they're alive? Well I got bad news."
"They're in Mexico right now."
"Being alone out here this last month has taught me that I don't need them. I never did. They were never there for me."
Well good for you for getting development queen.
"I know where to get a map to the nearest city."
*I get a body spray ad*
...I don't even know how that translates to what they just said.
Oh yeah I forgot Alec died too!
Fiore did not give a SHIT, did she?
*rewinds to look back*
Yeah she doesn't give a rats ass about you Alec.
Awww, these two...
Hey wait.
*look at Jake's neck*
Why does Jake have a hickey?
Guys, I'm not supposed to be reading too much into that, am I????
What have you boys been doing this past month?!?
"Every day it's the same. Go out and find supplies, run away from these creatures and DO IT all over again..."
...
I'm sorry, my mind is in a dirty place now. He said "DO IT all over again".
GUYS I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE READING TOO MUCH INTO THIS, AM I?!?!?!?
"I don't know... I don't think this will ever end..."
Can we give Jake a hug? PLEASE?
"Hey... at least we have each other."
THANK YOU💗
THEY LOVE EACH OTHER💗
NO GODDAMMIT
FIORE WHYYYYYYYY
“Hey guys! I got another trick I wanna show you. It’s called: ‘BURY YOUR GAYS’”
*Jake gets killed too*
Goddammit...
NOT A SIX YEAR OLD MURDERING MY BOYS
HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!??!
"I'm sorry Grett, but I need this immunity."
Wait what-
*Murders Grett*
WELP.
This is how we got here.
A six year old is celebrating among her victims.
"WHOO HOOO!!! I KILLED EVERYBODY!!!!"
WHY IS TOM IN THE FAMILY GUY POSE?!?!?!?!?
"See that's my secret Golden. My mask protects me from getting killed, so I'm just faking my death."
"...oh wait I'm not wearing my mask anymore. SHIT-"
...
WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!
IT WAS ALL VR?!
I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.
HOW DID WE GET HERE?!??!?!?!?!
"Oh my gosh, my arm! I have my arm!"
"Oh my gosh, I've been in a coma for a MONTH! Cause I died on the first day!"
"Victory is mine! MIIIIINNNNEEE!!!"
All Fiore cares about is winning.
When a six year old is an even worse psychopath than Grett.
"Am-am-am I dead?!"
Jake. Honey.
EVERYONE is going to need SERIOUS THERAPY after this.
HOLY SHIT THAT IS TRAUMATIZING.
I can't even blame Jake one bit. He watched his friend get turned into a zombie and die. He watched his surrogate grandma die. He watched his boyfriend die. He watched HIMSELF die. AND IT WAS IN THE SPAN OF A MONTH
...nah, therapy ain't fixing him.
"A few hours ago, you fell asleep, and we put you through our hyper realistic VR simulator."
You guys are fucked up.
Even Chris McLean is saying that's fucked up.
"I'm just glad I have both my arms again."
Ellie's just done.
"Yeah TOM! Don't cut a woman's arm off! I'M VOTING YOU TONIGHT."
Watch it actually be Tom that's going and that's Ellie's reason.
I feel like Tom's story is done anyway.
"The challenge was to survive the zombie apocalypse."
You can't survive a zombie apocalypse. Either you DIE, or you DIE.
"Wait, so you KILLED ME to get immunity?!"
YEAH.
If THAT doesn't prove to you that Fiore is FUCKED UP BEYOND REPAIR, idk what does.
"Weren't we in an alliance?"
"We were. But we got exposed last round."
ARE YOU DITCHING GRETT?!
YOU NEED HER FOR NUMBERS.
Idk why I'm asking at this point. These villains plans have been stupid these past two episodes.
I mean, it's not THAT bad here because there was no other option after they killed Tom & Jake. So...
I won't rant this time.
"You'll be distorted for a few more hours, adjusting back to our time, getting back to your body, all that kind of stuff."
"And you'll probably need YEARS of therapy."
"What do we do? We have to decide between Alec or Grett."
Yeah, obviously.
At least Ellie doesn't hold beef about the arm thing.
*Grett Voted Alec*
Aaaaannnndd the villains are turning on each other.
Idiots.
*Fiore Voted Grett*
Wait what are you doing?
"That game is the closest I'll ever get to legally shooting someone in the face."
Fiore you are a psycho.
*Alec Voted Grett*
"Now that we're exposed, we don't need you anymore."
Welp. Grett's gone.
Unless the heroes voted Alec...
'ALEC'
We know.
'GRETT'
'ALEC'
OH THEY DID VOTE ALEC. WAIT A MINUTE.
'GRETT'
THE HEROES VOTED ALEC. WHERE ELSE WOULD THAT COME FROM?
'GRETT'
...wait what?
Wow. Didn't even need to read all the votes.
Who threw their vote on Alec then?
*thinks about it*
Jake, why'd you do that? There's no reason.
"I might be thinking about turning on the heroes, you know?"
*sigh* Queen's time to go.
"Fiore, Alec, even though you betrayed me, I won't lie. I had a good time with you."
At least she's taking this well.
"It will be difficult, but I'll try and take what you said to heart. I'll stop trying to prove anything to anyone. In fact... that includes you."
"FUCK ALL OF YOU. PEACE OUT!!"
😂👏
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS
Queen Queen Queen Queen QUEEEEENNNNN
👑
SHE SLAYED TILL THE END
...LITERALLY
Oh my god... what an episode...
Um... so how did we get here? That was... crazy.
Idk how I feel about it. Honestly. Maybe it's just cause of my taste for zombie apocalypse stories. But also, this is DEFINATELY gonna be something these people are gonna have nightmares about.
I mean, okay, two things,
One: JAM IS CANON. 🍉
...there's no jam emoji
At least they worked things out and they're happy together.
I feel like one of them is going next episode. From an idol, like I said. But hey, at least they worked things out and they're happy now and they can work through each other's baggage together.
"Screw you VR Simulator! We're not going to Mexico! We're going to CHINA! And we're eating dumplings!"
I'm happy for them.
And Grett.
Queen. What can I say?
I STANNED HER WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID AND NO ONE ELSE SHOULD AND I STAND BY THAT.
Okay it's not a secret I like her. But I also think she's interesting as an antagonist with her more human story about her family life and wanting to prove herself, but not knowing *how* exactly.
And she found her place with the other villains. Before, you know, they betrayed her. But what do you expect? And at least she took it well.
I admit, I feel like these last three episodes of her were a BIT rushed, but I can't say I would swap her elimination to later until I finish the season and see what the other eliminations are.
I knew she was never winning anyway. Like I said last time, I don't hate it when these shows eliminate my favs, cause I know that's something they HAVE to do. So I fully expected her to get eliminated, and I'm fine with it.
Prediction next episode: Fiore or Alec find an idol and they pull one on the heroes, and with it they get Tom out. That's what I think is gonna happen.
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Act 2, Scene 1 of Twisted Veronaville: The Start of Project Tycutio and Goneril's Revelation
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Mercutio and Tybalt. Sworn enemies since birth, determined to keep the feud going until the very end of their lives. There was no possible way that either of them could ever co-exist in the same room without fighting. Everyone knew this.
So you can't really blame anyone for thinking the idea of making them lovers is a little crazy. And neither Sita or Aktu knew how Ripp came up with this idea.
Ripp: When I was at that party, I noticed that both of them seemed interested in my music. Tybalt was trying to act like he hated it, but I could see his head bobbing a lot and he seemed to be really getting into it when I stopped. Mercutio was doing something similar when he was watching me.
Ripp: But when I stopped, the two seemed to remember that the other existed and proceeded to fight each other. Later, Tybalt gave me a little house tour while we were trying to find Hermia, and I noticed an edgy looking poster in his room. I think I have that exact one back home.
Ripp: So I think these two might have more in common than they think. Mercutio cares a lot about his friends and has a thing for redheads, and Tybalt seems to really want friends but is too awkward to make any.
Ripp: So even though they're sworn enemies, I think it's possible for them not to be.
Sita: Well, I'm convinced!
Aktu: I'm not, but I think it'll be entertaining so let's try it anyway.
Ripp: Great! So first, we're going to need a hot tub...
Aktu: How's this? Had to move aside some of the wedding props...
Ripp: It's great! So anyway, it's really hard to fight someone seriously in a hot tub. They'll just be splashing each other at most.
Sita: Seems fair.
Ripp: Yeah! So, in order to get them to come here, I'm going to befriend them both. Make them comfortable enough to visit our house. And then I ask them both to come into the hot tub with me, where I distract them with some good old conversation!
Ripp: They'll soon realize that they have more in common than they thought. With enough time, they might even become friends! And after that, I stop inviting them home. Let them sit in their houses contemplating their relationship and why they were even mad.
Ripp: Then once they can call each other friend, I'll influence them to flirt with each other...and then my plan will be complete! They'll be all over each other like...Romeo and Juliette, in the actual story!
Sita: What if one or both of them are straight?
Ripp: Oh fuck! I didn't think about that.
Aktu: Well, the rest of the plan seems pretty solid. We can probably remove the romance part, and the effect will be the same. Does that sound okay?
Ripp: Yeah! Sounds great...let Project Tycutio begin!
While Ripp was going over his plan, Albany was thinking about recent events...specifically one involving a certain scientist.
Albany: (Oh, Pascal...I know you betrayed me, but I can't bring myself to hate you...I wish you were back in bed with me.)
Albany: (Maybe I should invite him over...he hasn't picked up any of my calls. I'll just talk to Cornwall instead...that'll keep my mind in check. I have to remember our plan.)
Goneril: So kids, you might be wondering why I've gathered you all here. Your father and I are getting a divorce.
Hal/Desdemona: WHAT?
Miranda: Called it.
Albany: (What is she doing? We didn't even have the chance to discuss this!)
Goneril: All of you will be staying with your father. If you want to see me, I'll be staying next door with your aunt Regan and uncle Cornwall.
Albany: (Shoot! If Regan and Cornwall find out about what I did, I'm cooked! I'm going to screw up my part of the plan!)
Albany: Goneril, what's the meaning of this?
Goneril: Simple. You cheated on me, so I'm filing for divorce. You can move in your new boyfriend and I can focus on what really matters.
Albany: What could possibly be more important than family?
Goneril: Being loyal to your wife, who you cheated on! And don't act like you cared about family, either! You only ever wanted my money!
Albany: (How does she know that?) No! I've never cared about the money! I only wanted you!
Goneril: Shut it! I'm not letting you decide what I'm going to do anymore!
Goneril: Have a nice life, Albany.
Goneril: So that's the gist of it...Albany and I are no longer together.
Regan: What are you going to do now?
Goneril: I'm not sure. I tried to track down that Pascal guy that I caught Albany with, but I haven't found him.
Regan: Pascal?...That's the same guy I saw Cornwall with!
Goneril: So he was cheating on Albany...This is gold! Should I warn him, though?
Regan: Nah. Let Albany figure it out for himself.
Goneril: Good idea. So, how have you been?
Regan: Cornwall and I are having a baby!...just so Father will stop asking about it. We're not really sure what we're going to do after.
Goneril: Oh, that's...do you even want the baby?
Regan: Not really, but I could use a short break from work. And Cornwall owes me a favor for breaking our agreement, so I can just make him do all the work of looking after it.
Goneril: (Oh, dear. That poor baby.) Well...good luck.
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LOCATION: taylor's house (lima, ohio)
DATE: february 11th (the day taylor arrives in lima)
TRIGGERS: domestic abuse, physical abuse
task week #2 - new beginnings
The car comes to a slow stop and the woman in the driver's seat turns to the girl next to her. "We're here." She says softly. Looking out of the windscreen, she looks up at the house on their right and she smiles. "It's nice right?" She asks.
Taylor, her body slumped in her seat and arms folded over her chest, turns her head to look out the window. "Yeah. Sure." There's not a lot of enthusiasm.
Susan Lincoln's smile drops slightly. But she doesn't say anything more to her oldest daughter. Instead she turns to look to the backseat. "Lily. We're here." She reaches out to where her youngest daughter is curled up asleep and shakes her gently.
The twelve year old slowly opens her eyes and stretches her arms. "Are we there yet?"
Taylor lets out a laugh and turns to look at her sister. "Nah we just decided to carry on. Welcome to Paris. Look there's the Eiffel Tower." She points her hand towards their new house.
"Oh cool." With how excited she was Lily completely ignored the sarcasm. She undoes her seatbelt and bolted out of the car and up the path to the front door.
Susan unclips her seatbelt too and looks over at Taylor. "I know this isn't easy. But please try and be positive. If not for me, for your sister."
"I just don't get why we had to be the ones to leave." Taylor looks over to her mother. At the cut above her left eye and the ugly looking bruise on her chin and jaw. Luckily the finger marks on her neck had almost faded. "Why we had to uproot our entire life and move when we did nothing wrong."
Susan sighed. "We needed an easy way out and this was it. I'd already sorted out the job transfer and we got the house lined up pretty quick." Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "You know we needed to leave quickly."
Taylor's fists clench and she looks away.
"You've been so brave." Her mother starts but then there's a knock at her window.
"Mom come on, where's the keys?" Lily's head popped up in the window. "I wanna go in." She looked over at her sister. "We're supposed to be fighting over what room we're having, lets go."
Susan smiles weakly and nods. "I'm on my way." She takes one more look at Taylor before she gets out of the car and follows Lily to the house.
Taylor sits there for a moment, her brain overthinking. She didn't feel brave. Anxious, angry, frustrated, hopeful. And honestly? She was scared. What would happen now? New schools for her and her sister, finding a new normal and trying to fit in? She looked up into the rear view mirror at her black eye.
Was it really over?
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After a busy day of unpacking and definitely arguments about bedrooms, Taylor and Susan sat at the kitchen table just after Lily had gone to bed.
"We need to get your story straight. You can't use the skateboard excuse for this one." Susan says in a hushed tone handing a drink to Taylor.
"We'll just say the same thing we told Lily, why change it?" Taylor shrugs. "I'm struggling with the divorce, I got into a fight at school and I got my ass handed to me." She hated lying, but by now she was an expert at it.
"Let's hope it doesn't get you much attention."
"I'm a new kid rocking up with a shiner, I'll definitely get attention." Taylor rolls her eyes. She sighs and stares down into her drink.
Her mother reached forward and squeezed her arm gently. "It's going to be okay. We can all do this, together."
Taylor nodded, trying not to let any tears fall as she swallowed hard. "I just want this to work for us. I need this to work for us."
"And it will do. But you need to stay strong okay?" Susan manages a smile. "It's over now. We're free."
"I hope so." Taylor replies, her voice shaking.
Her mother held her glass up. "To new beginnings."
Smiling softly, Taylor clicked her glass against her mother's. "To new beginnings."
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It's Not the Years It's the Mileage: An Indiana Jones Retrospective: Temple of Doom (Commission for WeirdKev27)
Hello all you happy archeologists! We're back again cracking the bullwhip for part two of Not the Years it's the Mileage, my look at all 5 Indy films, the first four of which I haven't seen in years.
Unlike Raiders which I at least remembered pretty well from seeing it a few years ago, Doom was more of a fuzzy memory. As a kid I maybe saw it once.. and was so terrified of it I didn't go back. As such many of it's best moments I mostly know from Family Guy back in it's prime
Or that Clerks episode that somehow dovetailed parodies of the bad news bears and the last starfighter into a third act temple of doom montage. Outside of Kahli Mah, which naturally BOTH referenced (I love the mola ram stand in in the clerks version just… casually popping the heart back in when Jay ruins it) I really didn't now much about this one other than it got really dark, scared a lot of children for life like it did for me, and was easily the most divisive entry of the franchise till they involved Actual Cannibal That Guy What Was in Holes. I went into this one with an open heart though hoping it wouldn't get plucked straight out for Kali. A lot of it is due to this image
But I genuinely wanted to see if the film was disliked because it was diffrent and may of put people off or if it was really a hot mess that deserved it's derision from some. Let's find out under the cut
A Long Way to Dehli
As I detailed last time, Raiders had a bit of an uphill battle to get made. But with raiders being one of the most successful films ever… the production here was more…
Our directors could do whatever the hell they want… so the issue to start was more what the hell DID they want? While George Lucas had sold Stephen on a trilogy he promised he had planned out… he had to come clean afterwords he only really had the one adventure in mind. He wanted to do more, they just had to figure out what that was.
Most of the ideas floated around were pretty awesome: There was a sweeping adventure involving Son Wu-Kong's legend in China that involved Indy motorcycling across the great wall, which Chinese Authorities refused to greenlight, a ghost story in a scotish style scrooge mcduck style nixed for being too similar to poltergeist and most epically and just begging for a disney+ series INDY IN THE VALLEY OF THE DINOSAURS. I'd also like to point to that last one for people who thought the aliens thing was George and Stevie using aliens was a giant stretch. Or this movie as they settled on black magic cult based on the film Gunga Din, which I know next to nothing about.
Once they had the theme settled they went to Laurence Kasdan again to write the script. HIs response to following up the biggest success in his career?
Yeah Kasdan HATED the idea completely, calling it gross, too dark and feeling Speilberg and Lucas were in a very dark place. The latter wasn't wrong: Lucas was going thorugh a divorce, Speilberg a messy breakup, and Lucas would flat out admit later that his messy divorce was part of why the film turned out the way it did. So instead of taking the advice of someone who helped them sort out how messy their first pitch for Raiders was… they promptly went to William Hyuck and Gloria Katz, who wrote one of Lucas' other previous smash hits, American Graffiti
… and would go on to write Howard the Duck
They basically gave the boys exactly what they wanted and they were off to the races. The only other major hurtle was that India refused to let them film there unless they let the goverment consult citing inacurate depcitions of the culture and heroic depcitions of the british colonizers who occupied the country for far too long. Once again instead of listening to common sense.. they ignored the voices loudly telling them
And pressed on. And it seemed to work out. Despite all the naysaying, when the film actually got out… it was a massive hit, being the global #1 and domestic #3 behind
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and Ghostbusters, so not shabby at all. It was also a critical darling with Pauline Kael, who hated the last film, loving this one and Roger Ebert shockingly loving it. I'm shocked more because he really REALLY fucking hated horror and with the darker and more violent tone of this film, I didn't expect him to be a fan. It's weird what got through to him I swear.
It also had a giant impact on cinema… in that it was, along with gremlins, one of the straws that broke the mpaa's back and led to the creation of PG-13. Yeah to my shock when I found out as a teen this wasn't always a thing: PG used to cover more films. Granted the MPAA's ratings can be a bit wonky for a variety of reasons we don't have time to get into but introducing something between FOR THE SHORTYS and SEX AND VIOLENCE O'CLOCK MOTHERFUCKER was entirely necessary.
So really while i'm sure there are people who didn't like TOD on sight, the backlash sorta creeped in with time and despite a seemingly warm audience reception… the creators have gone on record as NOT liking it. Speilberg feels the only good thing to come out of it was his marriage to Kate Capshaw and Lucas, like I said, was in a very dark place. Neither really seem FOND of the film and it feels less like two creators bowing to public opinion and two simply realizing that while the film pleased crowds and displeased the MPAA, it was
A Hot Mess of Monkey Brains
If nothing else, Temple helped me come up with a new term: A Carte Blanche Sequel. As with this franchise a creator can often have an uphill battle with their first work, trying to get it made, get executives not to fuck it up, etc. But if all goes right, the work is a success as it should be and thus the creator is given more opportunities, and this time execs ease up a tad as they assume the person knows what their doing. And Ideally this IS how creative works should work and sometimes does work out : for instance Jonathan Hickman at marvel started small.. but once he did bigger works like his runs on avengers, fantastic four and x-men, they were were all sweeping well thought out epics with neat changes to the status quo that were warmly welcomed by the fans. But at the same time just in the same office you find guys like Dan Slott or (formerly) Brian Micheal Bendis who USED to write great works, but no have given up carring both what the people actually reading them want, what's in continuity or even what people actually care about because they made some good works once and are riding that shit for life. It's a very hard tightrope to walk: even when it should've been a slam dunk like Gilmore Girls year in the life it can still end up falling into pitfalls the creator just didn't realize were there and no one had enough courage to tell them no. And that's what Temple of Doom Falls into for me. Like Year in the LIfe it's not TERRIBLE, there's good parts to it.. but it's messy and not exactly well planned. There are parts that are downright awful and never should've gotten off the board. It's what happens when you have all the power, but none of the responsibility.
The result is a score of problems with some good bits floating in the middle. THe first is that the film is way too damn fast paced. It was apparently even WORSE originally with Speilberg adding in matte painting shots in post to help slow it down. While Raiders also had a fast pace it had plenty of calmer talkier moments: The beauitful temple opening gave way to Indy teaching a class and setting up this adventure. Indy and Marion escaping Egypt gave way to the two reconciling on a boat. and the utterly horrifying finale gives way to a calm wrap up and the warehouse finale. Raiders got that you need to have slower moments to build the characters to make you care when their plunked in the set pieces. Doom by contrast has even it's talking pieces be bit productions: our heroes have a meal of over the top gross shit while getting exposition, Indy talks not to a fleshed out real feeling person but a stereotypical quest villager who needs his help because the Thuggee stole his stone, even Indy's moment with his love interest is over the top slap slap kiss kiss. There's not a lot of time to rest for five minutes, which is fine when the tension is up but makes for a film that while shorter feels like less of note happened.
Indy also feels diminished. While I do get why this film is set before Raiders, so they wouldn't have to use nazi's once again, the problem is doing so means Indy can't EVOLVE. Part of what made the first film so fascinating was seeing this weatherbeaten guy evolve, see him let his walls down, let marion in and grow as a person. I honesetly wish they'd went with the earlier pitch, having it set back with Abner Ravenwood and Marion , find out what happened during said fallout. Instead it's just we find Indy doing what he did: selling artifacts, doing the right thing begrudgingly and romancing the nearest lady. We still get good character stuff: Indy only needs one stone for his quest, to help an ailing villiage that see sit as sacred.. but goes after the others not out of arrogance or greed, but to make the find of a lifetime. There's a bit of ego, but it's clear it's just as much having two of these to display to the world, taking them to a museum not to horde or culturally steal but to show off. Even when left iwth just one.. he give sit back to the village, feeling their right to it was more important, which serves as a ncie contrast to later when stealing one just to make a buck is just a regular thing for him.
My faviorite though that dosen't involve short round: Indy is trying to sneak past.. but sees the children of the villiage he's aiding in slavery to the thugee and one being beat and purpsuflly distracts the guard. He knows he'll be captured.. but he also knows there's no other option that he can live with.
The film just feels a lot less soulful.. it's why quiet moments in a film MATTER: you sometimes need just a second. Even Avengers Infinity War, a film with an absolutely breakneak pace.. still has small moments to plan. Even if our heroes don't really get a break from start to finish, there are moments for them to regroup and plan for a second before the next attack on Thanos or more character driven moments that help us care about both sides: We get Thanos waxing on WHY he settled on his genocidal nightmare of a plan, his killing of gamora to get the soul stone, and for our heroes we get moments to plan and strategize or moments of levity. While still a fight the fight with the guardians and Iron Man's Patchwork Avengers is played almost entirely for laughs, and we get a nice moment of character interaction as Tony trying to actually make a plan is interuptted with Star Lord butting in like a 12 year old. IT's the character that makes a film and in this one while Indy and Short Round do their best there jus tisn't a ton.
Credit where it's due: Short Round is awesome. Is he a perfectly made character? No. Lucas and Speilberg's accidental prejudice leaks in and he shouts every line.. but he's also a compitent , smartass, someone who can trade barbs with Indy easily, and was resourceful: when captured and ensalve dhis response is to simply break his bonds. When faced with a brainwashed indy his resolve is to break it and free his friend. He's a kid who dosen't give up, pulls his weight and proves invluable to the quest. It's mind boggling he never came back for crusade and we never found out what happened to him and hopefully with his actor now being a friggin oscar winner and rightful public darling, we might get a spinoff filling that out. He may not be in dial of destiny, but Short Round is in my heart.
Ini more the galbladder reigion.. is willie. Oh my Kali…. Willie. If you needed a giant massive red flag with big bold letters on it screaming "THESE MEN JUST WENT THROUGH SOME ROUGH BREAKUPS" this was it. Marion Ravenwood was a fairly fleshed out , self reliant woman who didn't take indy's shit, backed him up when she could. She did get kidnapped a silver age lois lane amount, but she was still likeable and brought out the best in our hero Willie.. is just obnoxious. I get what they were going for on some level: they wanted to have Indy's new love intrest be a constrast, being less self reliant and more tradionally feminine, but still compitent in her own way. She isn't too terrible at first: her shrill shouting is there, but she's compitent in the opening singing an utterly bizzare but captivating version of anything goes in what's bound to be the weridest intro in these films. I'm calling it now despite knowing 4 has a nuke, and not having a single idea how Dial of Destiny will open. But just hard cutting to a chinese nightclub rendition of anything goes that goes in and out of english for no reason…
It's oddly delightful. And willie shows her prowess: She weasels her way into the meeting, and once chaos breaks out and Indy Friend We Just Met dies , she tries to sneak the diamond and has the good sense to steal the antidote to the poison you just drank. Granted it leads to the
Of Indy reaching in there to grab it later, but points for trying to find some way to surivive this. It's just after this.. she spends most of the runtime complaning loudly about everything. It's a LITTLE understandable as she didn't ask for this adventure.. but she also stole the serum Indy needed to LIVE to save herself, and he took her with him and short round out of the country simply because otherwise she'd likely be shot by these guys on principal and takes her with him largely because she's safter with him than alone… mostly because she also wants to try and wander off on her own at about 80 points and predictably nearly dies. He has no real opportunity to ditch her somewhere safe as given her trying to ungreatfully turn around more food than most of the people of the village they first ge tto see in a week indicates she'd just try and run off once things got rough and wind up in danger, and once they get to an actual city, it's ran by the thuggee cult, so he can't exactly leave her unsuprvised. Indy, even if he's an ass about it is doing the right thing and she just won't shut up or get that maybe a hot shower just isn't something you can get. It's no wonder her own actress hates the character: She's an utter nightmare of a character. You can have someone whose both very touchy about their apperance and badass. See Daphne in most post -what's new scooby doo works, Rarity from Friendship is Magic, Star Butterfly, or Emma Frost from the X-Men. Being feminine dosen't mean you can't kick ass and it's clear Speilberg and Lucas hadn't realized that. It results in Willie dragging the film down and me just.. not carring about her and indy. He's a dick to her and she screeches every other line. No one wants this to happen. As for our antagonists their not terrible.. but they lack the development Beloq got. Mola Ram at least has Toht's intimdation factor and of course KAHLI MA, he's not terrible and is one of the most homaged parts of this fiml for a reason. Amrish Puri does a fantastic job. But there was a clear opportunity to do more with these guys: Both Ram and his minion Chatter Lal bring up the British occupatoin of India. Ram could easily be seen as a magneto or toffee type: a man whose doing evil shit (in this caase slavery) but to try and repel the colonizers and take his country back. It also makes bringing the Thuggee back make perfect sense: he's taking something from India's past to try and give it back to it's people. The problem is despite having a genuine bone to pick with the british.. their portrayed as WRONG. That the british occupation ain't no thang, those are the good guys, while the people who, even if their using absolutley terrible methods and still aren't good people, are sene as mustache twirling villians for it. I get what Lucas and Speilberg are going for, that their lying for their own ends.. but it only works if that's made clear. Instead for all we know Ram really does think the evil he's doing is the only way to break even against an occupting force. Which brings us both to our final section.. and the part of the film that's the most aggrviating Now With 80% more racisim!
Yeahhh. While Raiders racisim was bad and should feel bad I at least got the sense George and Steven didn't know any better and were simply going off old pulp cliches they hadn't realized were racist, being white men in power in the 1980s. It didn't make things OKAY, but you could say "it was a diffrent time" and at least enjoy the other parts of the film, and if you can't it's totally fair.
With Temple of Doom.. it's way harder to wince at and move on as wingus and dingus' accidental racisim is , instead of kinda off to the side and in the margins of the story after the opening… at the center of the godamn plot. It's their voodoo hoodoo, their story where no matter the talent the racisim at the center just makes it very hard to sit through a good chunk of it. Even not knowing Indian culture well, I still don't, I could tell something was.. off about the way it was presented even before looking up the speitcis like how shanrkah stones are more phallic symbols of shiva that are neat to have around more than worshipped objects, how Kali worshipppers don't act like this, or how the Thugee were gone decades ago. It all came off less as a historical version of india and more what four white people who bothered to do not one iota of research outside of rewatching Gunga Din had. And unlike last time where I could at least give them the wiggle room tha tno one told them here Kasdan (whose own script to raidres had some iffy elements), and the GOVERMENT OF INDIA ITSELF told them this was bad please change it and they did not listen. I feel way more comfortable laying into them here when it's clear they could've done their work. Hell Carl Barks, one of Stephen's clear inspirations for this series, for all his own racisim of his time, at least did through research of places. Here it just felt like they just thought "Eh india will work since we can't do china" and adapted the film from there. The result is a film that's flavor is entirely "white savior x-treme blast". The village our heroes end up in fall heavily into
Basically relying on an astral savior instea dof thinking of a plan to save the kids that dosen't give their hand besides "throw the first white guy we find at it and hope it works. " This one at least was common at the time and while that STILL dosen't make it okay, I can at least see how this slipped through Everything else though? Hoo boy. So as I mentioned the villians both speak out against the colonialism of Britan. The evil eil guy who works for Mola Ram points out how britian checks in like their children who need to be guided. That's a bad thing.. but since i'ts coming out of the obvious villain it instead comes off like the film agrees, especially since the british army.. are seen as GOOD GUYS. And I don't know a ton about the occupation of india but I looke dup enough to know it was brutal, bloood soaked and you know horrible, something even without google they could've done and India outright listed in their issues with the script. There is ZERO reason to involve these guys. Sure Indy needs a calvary later.. but just have him see an old friend at the palace who happens to know some guriellas or something. bam. Problem solved. Why , of all things, did you choose an occupying force to be your big damn heroes at the end? Instead of a triumphant moment.. it's a bunch of colonliast assholes wiping out wave after wave of "savages" who the film TREATS as such. It's fucking disgusting now, it shoudl've been then and it's easily one of the things that just.. ruined the film for me. We also of course have to talk about the gross dinner scene. With that one.. I think the scene is bad and dumb on my own merits, but also misguided> The intent was clearly to have the villians purposfully prey on western racisim to try and get indy and captain racsiim to leave. The problem is A) your having the bad guys do it and B) it's not expressed clearly enough to come off as that insteead of them genuinely thinking that. Several people were genuinly ignorant enough to think this was actual indian cuisine which for the record is vegetarian for the most part and what isn't isn't live animals. WHat i'ms aying is MAYBE don't portray country's food via a "what grosses us out the most " contest like your 12. Which is genuinely how the writers deecided what to add. I wish I was joking. The result is a film that is just. .hard to watch at times. I wanted to like it: I went in trying to give it a chacne.. but the heavy racisim, sloppy plot, lack of a character arc and everything just left a bad taste in my mouth. Ironically the one thing I thought might be a deal breaker, the dark tone… was actually good. I liked that it went a bit darker, did something diffrent. I don't like a LOT of the diffrences, but out of all the films problems being dark and gloomy isn't one of them. It' sproblem is two guys with a lot of talent but not a lot of filter go totgether and made whateve rthey wanted, and it turned out a racist hard to follow mess that's fun to look at but gets less and less the more you think about it. I liked Raiders MORE as I wrote about it, found more ot enjoy, found more little crannies.. with this one.. I ended up going from "it's okay" to just… really not liking it at all by the end of this review. It's far from the worst thing i've reviewed and while certainly up there isn't the most racist.. but it is a disapointment that this flim lived down to it's reuptation and i'm hoping last crusade will boost my spirits a bit. On the bright side at least Short Round got an oscar and has a bright future ahead of him.. and hopefully I do too. Thanks for reading.
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Talk about a WIP? (For the ask game)
Absolutely! Thank you so much for the ask!
I'm gonna chat a bit about Dauntless, since the Big Month of Writing A Novel (unaffiliated) is coming up and that is, once again, my project. I've been working on Dauntless since about 2012, finished it three times just to delete or lose my draft and start again. This time I actually have a draft to edit and rewrite, yay!
Dauntless takes place almost entirely in Bluegrass, Kansas, a fictional city based on where I live. It's not a small town (I think we're sitting at 30k people right now?) but we are a suburb so we do get that small town vibe.
Since this is a zombie book, let's talk infection! I'm not sure how I'm going to implement this yet, if at all, so this may be the only place it's mentioned, but this is a parasitic infection. A type of worms mutated to survive the water purification process and is now in everyone's drinking water. Humans are still pretty tough, so it's not going to start as fast or hard as The Last of Us did, but people are going to be affected quickly. The worms grow inside a person to eventually wrap around your brain stem and wiggle its little appendages into the various books and crannies of the brain. Fun! Love this for us! Definitely not gagging at all over here! 🫠
The first stage of the infection (which I originally intended to be a related but separate thing... Might still go back to that.) is definitely a fun little horror show to write. It's somewhat inspired by Crossed, a comic in which infected people carry out their sickest, most twisted desires with a smile on their face. (Definitely a messed up series, read at your own risk. It caught ME off guard a few times, so please take care of yourself if you read it!) However, infected people in my story dont do it with a smile or out of pleasure (some do, but they're further along in the infection and were kind of messed up to begin with). They think their messed-up actions are logical, common sense. In most cases, they don't even realize that they're doing a messed-up thing. Some of their stories are quite sad when you realize that they genuinely think they're helping or doing the right thing. (Side note! I'm writing a separate book of stories that takes place alongside Dauntless, that focuses on these characters. It's going to be a ailabke for free when it's done, I promise I'll link it here!)
The second stage of the infection is death and reanimation, typical zombie stuff. This is a zombie book, after all. The zombies start off fast, quick, agile. Think Black Summer. They understand how to open doors, that a window can be an entrance, that dodging an attack can keep them alive a bit longer. They're not smart, per se, but they're not completely stupid yet. The longer they shamble around, the more they deteriorate and the dumber they get until they're your typical shamblers. In the far distant future, when the next trilogy in the series takes place (I might have dreams too big for my britches here lolll), they do mutate, but for now, they're just zombies.
Introducing Ashlee, our protagonist! She's not interested in any of this. She wants a normal, quiet life. She's helping her sister take care of her kids after the divorce (which she hates - she's not really the parental type, though she really is trying). She works at a clinic and is dating her boss, which even she knows is not a great idea, but he's handsome and friendly and wants the same future she does, so how bad can it be?
Now I'm more into the survival aspect than the interpersonal drama, but don't you worry, there is drama to be had! Niece Selina is a teenager doing teenager things, which Ashlee has to stay on top of so she doesn't make the same mistakes. Is boyfriend Dr Jordan Parker truly as altruistic and kind as he seems? What's going on with the cop that keeps sniffing around? Is Ashlee bisexual and/or poly, or is she simply desperate for a loving touch in these cold times? And will the author have the strength to keep fucking Chuck's grubby little hands off this document or will she have to burn the world to the ground to get rid of him once and for all? Find out next time, on Dragonball Z!
Thank you so much for asking about Dauntless! I'm sorry I rambled so much. I have a lot of thoughts about this book. I hope you're having a fantastic day ❤️❤️❤️
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pregnancy angst with priscilla reader?
oh anon. you know not what you asked for. but sure why not let's balance out my fluffy vampire pregnancy thing with this. but also i can write multiple variations of this. pregnancy angst, secretly the source of all my power. BUT. tw: babies, pregnancy talk, breastfeeding talk, jealousy, the normal bs that comes from anyone saying priscilla and reader in an ask to me (so character bleed, age difference, daddy kink). brief mention of the consideration of abortion. you blink and you'll miss it.
suddenly we're writing out the same old lie
so consider our options. we have four by the way. one is that you know, you're never pregnant, think you are but you aren't and that's tragic in it's own way. we've already talked about that before. and then we have the one where you hide it until you really can't and your mom is just shaking her head and telling you that you've really got to tell him. and you do and it's- it ends alright.
then there's options three and four. three is you are and you never tell him until he finds out himself, four is that you end up getting pregnant by someone else while on the break.
consider! in option three, we shift the timeline a little because maybe you and austin stay in australia a little longer just in case baz needs to do reshoots and honestly you're not feeling like dealing with the bullshit that comes with trying to get back into the country and covid tests and just- it's better to stay a little longer. so you stay until you leave austin. and you're pregnant but you don't find this out until you're home and this is not happening. you- you don't want to get rid of it because you're selfish and priscilla has lisa marie to remember elvis by, maybe you want a baby to remember austin by. with his blond hair and your eyes and- you keep it but you can't go on the tour. you cannot under any circumstances go on the press tour in person. maybe for an oscar consideration run but a press tour? no. you'll- he'll see your bump and he'll try and get back together with you.
"i wanted kids but nessa and i- we were waiting. i had to get my career going and she wanted to wait until she was 30 to be married. it made sense." "what if we're not together." "my mom and dad divorced, but we made it work. i'll always be there for you and them. but you're never gonna have to worry about that, dove. never leaving remember?"
so you have to get out of your contract and baz helps- he hates it- but he helps because you're a great girl and you're still going to do some press, just via zoom. it's fine. and yes, yes he'll lie for you to austin. everyone will. but you don't go on the press tour, you end up doing interviews via zoom, everything is above the waist and people ask what's wrong and it's always, "had some personal business to take care of. sickness, you know how it is. warner bros were really understanding."
austin has an idea that something is up, your breasts look fuller on camera and so does your face. honestly he thinks of ashley pregnant with jupiter when he sees you glowing. he doesn't call though. he wants to, but he'll let you talk if you want. because he's so aware of how messed up your relationship was to certain degrees.
you text him when you see him at the met dressed in all black with your daughter using your bladder as a trampoline. you shoot him a text. "i know you still have the red ascot, you should wear it next time you wear that." he calls you twice and sends a text. you call him back.
"why aren't you here?" you almost tell him then as your daughter does a somersault and kicks your ribs, causing you to let out a curse and an hissed ow. and then a picture of him and kaia at the met flashes on the screen. "you know how you got sick, daddy? how elvis wore you down? it happened to me too. i got sick. i had to go." it's a lie and yet it's not. you should have called him by his name but- if she never gets to know him. never gets to shriek daddy while launching herself into his arms well at least he'll have been called it once.
consider it's oscar night. consider it's been two months since you've had her, not quite to the day. you don't want to leave her but you've been doing the press for austin and the film- your nomination was a lost cause, baz says and he sounds honestly quite sad about it. for at least a month in outfits that catherine sends and alters for you. and he wins. you all win actually through a stroke of luck and he's still shaking from his own win "couldn't have done this without my little dove." so you grab his hand and squeeze. he stops shaking and can actually speak again.
you find him in the corner of the oscar party- whichever one you go to and everyone's getting a little drunk and he notices you're not but doesn't ask because he's the corner nursing a whiskey and he sees you and looks nearly as rough as you feel because your boobs are rock hard and you know you've probably leaked through another pad and you talk. "you okay, daddy?" not austin. not satnin. not butler. just daddy.
"no, what did i do, little dove? hm? was it the ring? the onesie? you never talked to me. you promised you'd tell me if it got bad, i told you i wouldn't leave you." he meant it. he doesn't leave his people. even with bits of elvis still sticking in his soul the part of him that's austin and always will be values his people so much he'll keep them close forever.
"no. it wasn't that. either of them. it took me a bit to get the onesie but i got it, it was the scare and it was cute. the ring was- something else though, aus, i- were you really going to give me that?" you're massaging at your chest praying it doesn't give you a wet spot and that he doesn't notice. "no, it was probably when my daddy called me cilla twice before realizing it was me when i called him in the hospital. i never have stopped wanting to be your little dove. i just didn't want to be your little birdie too."
and then the argument that isn't really an argument and is just you two almost talking in circles, trying to untangle the web you've weaved.
"why didn't you tell me, i didn't remember saying it." he's huffing because you've been holding that against him and he's missed you so much for what. for a misunderstanding while he was drugged out of his mind? "what happened that made you miss the tour? they wouldn't- you were sick, you said you were sick i thought i did that to you. or that you lied and it was because of me, that you were scared to be around me."
"austin- no. that. i mean it was kind of because of you but it's not that-" and your phone is ringing because your sitter is texting you and austin can see your lock screen and it's a picture of the two of you on a couch on set, legs intertwined and your nose nuzzling his. but your home screen is a baby. a little blond baby girl no more than two months old.
"is that- y/n, are you goddamn kidding me?" he's livid and in that moment he swears every fiber of his being has him turning into elvis throwing a temper tantrum because because his focus narrows to you and the phone. "is she- is my name on the birth certificate?"
"she's not-" "don't even finish that sentence. when did you start lying to me, little dove?" the last bit is a sneer and it's the last time he calls you little dove for a long while.
"about the time i realized that you didn't love me, you loved an idea, butler." it's said in the same sneer because how dare he judge you. your in your early twenties and you never claimed to be perfect. you head out to leave and wave off baz and priscilla and everyone as austin follows you. the cameras are flashing and normally you care so much but right now you just want to get home to lori. he follows you, grabbing at your wrist once you're outside.
"a baby. you hid our baby from me. did you lose my number? i know you didn't- why didn't you call me? you knew-" "did i though? you had lily rose and olivia and kaia and i'm supposed to think, yeah, austin butler who i think is more in love with my priscilla presley wants our baby. yeah. i'm not- fuck- austin i'm almost a decade younger than you. whatever you think i know, i don't. and you know that." "so you were never going-" "i panicked, austin."
the car comes and he follows you in like it's normal and like you're not going to have to do damage control tomorrow. you should kick him out, but you don't. his jaw is tense and he's leaning against the window. "can i see her?"
"you're already in my car, butler. sure."
and he just takes that as the opprotunity to launch into twenty questions. "when did you have her? what did you say to yourself to justify not telling me about her? what's her name? did you-"
you're trying not to cry because your emotions have mostly settled but hearing him spit out questions so angrily reminds you of why you thought it was a good idea to hide this from him in the first place. you remember your labor and how you begged to not have a c-section and you managed to do it but they took her away for a minute because she wasn't crying quite right. "on elvis' birthday. i'm still very angry about that. it none of your business what i said to myself and- loretta. but i honestly call her lori."
the noise that comes from austin sounds like a sob but really just a pained groan. "my- y/n, you- how dare-"
"she's not- she's more priscilla's kid than mine, it didn't matter what i named her. and cilla once thought of naming lisa something with lynn in it but i hate lynn and only think of loretta lynn. but loretta sounded pretty" you whisper trying to head off him getting even angrier.
austin doesn't speak for the next 10 minutes until he grabs your hand. "i'm her father. if nothing else, i'm her father."
"that's the only thing i've ever been sure of." you say back with a squeeze as you both leave the car to go see her. the babysitter looks at you both with wide eyes before just shaking her head. this is none of her business, maybe you will tell her later.
she's crying and it's not because she's hungry or anything else, but when austin takes her from the bassinet attached to her pack and play she instantly calms. and that's what makes you ask him to just- see how you two can make this work before you get any lawyers involved. that you messed up but so did he and- just one shot, butler, please.
he calms down eventually, probably about a few months on when lori is in his arms after burping directly in his face after feeding from your chest. he laughs and holds her close while pointing at you. "learned that from your mommy didn't you, little lori. learned that from the prettiest little dove. rudest, but prettiest."
it makes you stop what you're doing and just stare before you sniffle. "don't call me that if you don't mean it, daddy." daddy because if he means it you'll go right back there right now.
"come here little dove. wouldn't say it again if i didn't."
he meant it. and maybe you cry while lori just plays with your hair happy to be in her father's arms and happy that maybe mommy will be happier too. you find a couple's therapist to go with your own that you finally got after you had an extra set of hands in the form of austin on a very long filming break. maybe you move to cannes. maybe you don't. but you fix things slowly but surely.
#austin butler x priscilla actress reader#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#austin butler headcanons#we did not plan this i swear.#it just so happened i had an anon and so did she.#gonna go heal myself with fluff.#also other anons i see you and might try those tomorrow. because amusement parks are cute and i'll even be actually short about it lmao#ally writes
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Lenny realizing he finally has the stable family he never had as a kid
Sundays are good.
Yes, he's tired from the gig the night before, but when he wakes up in the morning, Midge is using him as a pillow, and he can hear the TV playing softly in the living room, meaning at least one kid is awake.
He messily grabs for his watch on his bedside table and squints. Eight.
"Sweetheart," he mutters. "We have about ten minutes before the kids bust down the door."
She huffs and snuggles in closer. "That's not enough time for a quickie."
"We'll fit one in tonight after we put 'em to bed," he promises.
Midge giggles a little against his chest. "Fit one in."
He laughs. "Midge."
"Getting it out of my system before-"
"Mama!" Esther calls, swinging open the door. "Mama the milkman skipped us again. Did you call him a bad name?"
Midge lifts her head and thinks for a moment. "No. Yes. Maybe. I'll fix it."
"What did you say to the milkman?" Lenny asks, bewildered.
"Nothing a grown adult can't handle," Midge promises.
"I'm making toast!" Kitty calls from the kitchen. "Who wants toast?!"
"Me!" Lenny calls, and is joined by everyone else in the house. "I'll go help."
Midge holds him tighter. "Esther go away for a second."
"But-"
"Shoo, we'll be right out."
She does, and once she's gone, Midge leans in and kisses Lenny slowly.
It's easy to fall into it, wrap his arms around her and hold her close.
She smiles against his lips. "Mm. Morning."
"Good morning, Wife-shaped person in my bed," he teases.
She grins and they both get up and start getting ready for the day.
*****
Everyone eats toast. The kids drink juice and the adults drink coffee, and they watch a little TV together before the flurry of activity starts up again.
Ethan heads out to play baseball with some friends, and Kitty and Esther go to the park, taking snacks and jump ropes with them. Lily is too small to go without a grownup, but she does get handed off to Rose a little while later so Abe can give her a piano lesson.
They spend the afternoon doing some cleaning, and working on their acts, and Lenny winds up being the one to call the milkman, telling him Midge has a deep psychosis that causes her to say terrible things, but also, he's got to stop rubbing her long-ago divorce in her face.
It goes south from there.
"How'd it go?" Midge asks as she folds laundry in their bedroom.
Lenny flops down face first onto the bed. "I call him a twat waffle."
Midge bursts into surprised laughter. "Lenny!"
"I'm right!"
"We're never getting milk again," Midge keeps laughing. "Ethan will murder us all."
Lenny rolls over, grinning as he rubs his face. "Sorry."
"No, it's fine," Midge shakes her head. "We'll figure it out."
"Maybe we can let Ethan kill the milkman and then we'll have a new one who doesn't know you're on your second marriage."
Midge laughs again and sits down next to him, kissing him softly. "We'll figure it out."
*****
Ethan comes home and grabs a shower, and the girls get back from the park. Rose and Abe come over with Lily and stay for dinner as Midge cooks for everyone, and Lenny plays cards with the kids on the floor.
"Really, Lenny they can entertain themselves," Rose points out.
"They're the ones entertaining me," Lenny grins at her.
They all eat dinner together, and Lenny cuts up Lily's food for her, simultaneously making sure Esther doesn't pilfer anyone's wine.
It's nice.
It's really nice.
Abe and Rose don't stay too late, eager to get home and turn in so they can get up early in the morning, and eventually they manage to get the kitchen clean and the kids to bed.
"it's funny," he says quietly as they get ready for bed. "When I was a kid I always wanted this. Just...normal days spent with family. And then when I got older, I told myself I didn't want it anymore. That it was boring. That it wasn't for me."
"I hate to break it to you," Midge says, wrapping her arms around his middle. "But we're not that normal. You called the milkman a twat waffle."
"I'm still-"
She kisses him deeply before he can finish that sentence, and he drops the subject in favor of holding her close.
"So you wanted this as a kid," she says softly. "And then you told yourself you didn't want it. And now you have it. How does it feel?"
Lenny takes a breath, thinking that over. "Good. Milkman drama notwithstanding."
Midge laughs softly and tugs him towards the bed.
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“Can I ask you something?”
He flinches at the small voice from across the room. Blue eyes similar to his eyes stare at him blankly beneath brown curly hair with the same tenacity and strength he'd worked side by side with for twelve years.
Elliot nods slowly, prompting the ten year old to slide out of his chair and cross the room to stop inches from the foot of his mother's bed. Noah Benson rests his hand on the foot of the bed and eyes Elliot cautiously. "Did you do something to my mom?"
Elliot chokes on his breath and pushes himself from the huddled position in his chair to face Noah. He stifles a need to burst into tears and instead answers in a cracked voice, “What do you mean?”
“If you were the one that got her hurt,” Noah muses, “you’d be in jail. But- but you aren’t arrested and you have a badge. So you're a cop. Right?”
Elliot can feel his heart shatter as the boy eyes his mother, lying unconscious in one of Sanai’s hospital beds, hooked up to a handful of wires. He himself can’t bring himself to look at her- no, not after what had happened. The guilt alone-
“Do you work with my mom?” Noah’s question comes as he steps closer to Elliot, causing the older man to flinch. “I’ve never seen or heard about you before.”
“You're inquisitive,” Elliot stammers. Noah cocks his head to right and mutters, “What’s itiquative?”
“Inquisitive,” Elliot corrects. He scratches the back of his neck and sighs, “It means you ask a lot of questions. You also like to ask the right questions. Like your mom.”
“That’s what Uncle Fin says.” His face falls as he turns towards the bed and sniffles, “Is she going to be ok?”
A knuckle raps on the door as Fin Tutola ducks his head into the door before stepping in. He pauses to stare at Olivia for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief. Even though he had dropped off Noah an hour earlier, he still finds himself shaken at seeing her in this state. “You ready to head out, Noah?”
Noah doesn’t peel his eyes from the bed. “Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” he answers softly. Behind him, Fin and Elliot exchange a worried look.
“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” Fin asks. He walks to the side of the bed opposite Elliot and Noah. He places a hand on Olivia’s forehead and sighs as one of his closest friends doesn’t react to his touch. Noah nods slowly and furrows his brow as he recalls the day prior’s conversation.
“She hit her head on the sidewalk when she and-” Noah quickly whips his head back to Elliot, “Detective Stabler was trying to leave the hospital. It’s a….it’s called a…”
“Cerebral edema,” Elliot finishes. “Brain swelling. They induced a coma to help the swelling go down. It’s going to take a few days for her to heal, buddy.” Using the word ‘buddy’ stings for Elliot- hell, he doesn’t deserve to use that term for the son of the woman whose heart he broke.
Noah shakes his head. “Oh, yeah. Can I stay a little longer? ‘Cause I want to be here when she wakes up.”
“Well, Elliot will be here-”
Noah’s eyes widen and he turns once more to Elliot. He mirrors his mother’s investigative scan at his badge and face. “My mom says your name in her sleep. A lot.”
Fin snorts unexpectedly at the boy’s comment. “Okay. Maybe this is a conversation for another time-”
Elliot finally pulls himself out of his daze and holds up a hand in defense. “No, I-I can head out and-”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Noah counters. “Can I talk to Elliot, Uncle Fin?”
Elliot glances up to Fin, who’s staring at Noah with contemplation. Even after ten years, Elliot can recognize the planning in the sergeant’s eyes. After a minute, Fin looks down to Olivia and whispers to her, “It’s your kid and you know I can’t say that to that face. He’s going to ask a million questions unless we nip it in the butt.”
“Fin-”
“Why don’t you take Noah down to the cafeteria?” Fin suggests, cutting Elliot off. He checks his cellphone to see 7:36 on the lock screen. “I think the cafeteria closes by 8 and he hasn’t had dinner yet.”
“Wait, maybe-”
Noah’s already moving towards the head of the bed where an empty chair sits close enough for him to climb onto the bed. He sits on his knees and begins chatting to his mother, “Mom, I’m going to be right back, ok?”
“She heard you,” Fin says. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
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In the cafeteria, Noah slides into one of the cafeteria’s booths with a plate of a hotdog and French fries. Elliot stands next to the table and watches the boy slide off his jacket and begin eating hungrily without a word. The detective hesitates before easing down into the booth and sliding across to sit directly across from him.
“How’s the food?” Elliot finally asks after a few minutes of silence.
“Good.”
“I’m glad.” Elliot rests his hands in his lap and asks, “So your question about if I did something to your mom….what made you think that?”
“I heard Auntie Amanda and Uncle Sonny talking about you when I stayed at Auntie Amanda’s apartment,” Noah answers. He takes a bite of his hot dog and continues, “They were talking about how her ex-partner came back and how someone….named Chief said that she should stay away from you. What’d you do?”
“I- '' Elliot inhales and exhales slowly, replaying the many ways he had predicted having a conversation with Olivia’s son. “I was her partner at work for twelve years. We were inseparable and then I left her….without saying goodbye.”
“Why?”
Elliot pauses to formulate his answer. “Adult reasons.”
Noah moves onto his French fries and mumbles, “Adults always say that. It’s dumb.”
“Touché. I was married until a couple of months ago when my wife died,” Elliot explains. Saying the words ‘my wife died’ still stings. “When your mom and I were partners, I…..um…”
“You loved my mom?” Noah’s eyes widen before he shrugs his shoulders at Elliot’s sudden look of disbelief. “What? It happens in the movies all the time.”
“You are too smart for your own good,” Elliot chuckles. “I did but I was married. That’s a complicated line even for adults.”
“Then….why’d you leave?”
“Because I was afraid. Things became complicated so I did what cowards do and ran, Noah.” He ignores the instinct to stop spilling his guts to a ten year old and pushes on. “ My family and I moved to Italy and I cut her out of my life.”
Noah suddenly stops eating, pushes the plate towards Elliot and scowls at the man. “That’s stupid.”
“What?”
“I don’t get why adults do stupid stuff like that. My friend Phillip’s parents hated each other but they stayed married. Philip said they should have gotten a divorce a long time ago but didn’t. He moved away last year with his grandparents, I think. It’s dumb that you left.”
Elliot settles back against the booth, speechless. The observations and opinions shared by everyone in Olivia’s life spilled out by her son in a ten minute conversation. “It was and will be one of the greatest regrets in my life.”
Noah takes another fry off of his plate. His next question comes in a timid voice. “Do you still love my mom?”
Elliot swallows hard and feels tears forming in his eyes. “Why do you ask?” he chokes out.
“Because you keep staying with her at the hospital. And you look like people do when people they love are hurt.”
Elliot nods and chuckles. “You should be a detective when you grow up.”
“I want to be a dancer. Do you?”
Elliot smiles for the first time in days at Noah. “More than anything. More than anything.”
Noah takes another fry before stifling a yawn. “You should tell her...if she...if she…”
“Hey,” Elliot quickly slides out of his side of the boot and moves to sit next to a suddenly tear eyed Noah. Elliot rests a hand on his shoulder and says softly, “Your mom is the absolute strongest woman I ‘ve ever met. She’s going to be ok. You can’t give up hope, okay?”
Noah buries his head against Elliot’s shoulder and whimpers, “Okay.”
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"They're letting me stay the night," Elliot says softly as he settles back into his chair he had been sitting in for the past two days. After parting ways with Fin and Noah, he had returned to the hospital room to find a blanket , a pillow and a nurse giving a nod in approval. "I think they assume that we've..that we're…together, I guess."
Hw can't bring himself to look at her battered form in the bed. The moments of leaving the hospital after the Chief and IAB had dismissed Bell, Olivia and him to go home replays over and over every time his mind wanders.
"Elliot, I don't need protection!" Olivia growls as the three head towards the parking garage.
"Wheatley got to Angela in a hospital! I'm not going to let him get near you!" Elliot counters. Behind him, Bell's eyes are occupied on her phone, brow furrowed at the information she's just received from Jet.
“I know how to protect myself and my son. I’m a police captain,” she argues back. There’s an anger behind her statement that he can’t quite place but-
Bell suddenly holds up a hand and exclaims, “Hold up! Jet’s just sent me a-”
His sergeant doesn't finish as a concussive force slams into his body , propelling him and the two women across the pavement and into unconsciousness.
Elliot shakes off the memory and continues to talk. “I think it’s because I’ve spent a total of six hours away from you since the explosion. Liv, I can’t- ever since I’ve come back, I’ve put you in danger, caused you stress and….got Kathy killed.”
In the back of his head, he imagines the Olivia of ten years ago, sitting next to him with a cup of coffee and a comforting hand on his shoulder, saying, “El, you can’t blame yourself for something that was out of your control.”
“But I left you and that was in my control,” he answers the voice. He rubs a hand over his face in frustration. Another bit of memory- the briefest moment of consciousness after the explosion replays in his head.
He’ll never forget opening his eyes to her lying unconscious a foot away from him on the pavement with blood running from her ear onto the ground.
“I know I don’t deserve this but,” Elliot whispers, “but don’t leave me please. I didn’t deserve Kathy and I sure as hell don’t deserve you….but” he finally looks up to the bed and can’t stop the sob of guilt that comes. The tubes, cuts and her stillness break him. Elliot stands up and walks to her side, letting the tears fall. The tears don’t fall only for her, but for his wife, his kids, Noah and everyone he’s impacted since returning to New York.
“I love you,” Elliot whispers. He rests his forehead against hers and repeats the words he hopes he can say one day again. “I love you.”
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I see we're going ape over buddie and Choices tonight so
Yknow in 2.07, when Shannon comes back and her and Eddie have their first scene together? The argument at the end, after Eddie says it wouldn't be a good idea for her to see Christopher bc she left them, she says she needed him, she needed a husband and a co-parent - and "I needed someone to have my back!"
To which EDDIE says, "I always had your back"
*insert Incredibles "coincidence? I think NOT" gif here*
(Also side note, I do like that the show doesn't try to sugarcoat what Shannon did being messed up, and that Eddie's own actions weren't really the right thing either[thinking about his conversation with Buck where he says he got to pretend he left for a noble cause even tho he was running], and that it was just a sticky situation that neither of them were equipped to handle in any way, and snowballed. I do kind of wish we could've gotten post-divorce Shannon and Eddie and Christopher interactions, figuring out how they fit together, if at all, bc I like those intricate and messy situations but I could see how that might get too close to retreading old ground re: Michael and Athena's divorce. But I do hate how ive seen the fandom like. Seem to oversimplify things with Shannon sometimes? And make her the ultimate villain, and Eddie Did Nothing Wrong, Ever)
Hi Anon!
The decision to have Buck and Eddie's first bonding moment end with "You can have my back any day" and "or, y'know, you could have mine" only to then six episodes later find out that at least a contributing factor to Eddie's marriage dissolving was that he "didn't have her back" is like. Such a galaxy brain chaos move for them to take, honestly. Like?? They could've had the phrasing be literally anything in 2x07 but instead they had it directly echo Buck and Eddie in 2x01. What was the reason? Why did they do this?
As for the rest of your ask:
(gosh this got long and, uh, opinionated. It is Not Pretty below the cut)
One of the things I really liked about Eddie Begins is that we did get to see him at the beginning of his journey in being Chris's dad because it gives us an opportunity to appreciate how amazingly he's grown as a father. Like, he didn't start out as a perfect dad and he was definitely kind of lost in the woods at the beginning there when it came to the whole "how do I parent" thing. And before Eddie Begins, we'd only ever seen the end result of the growth he's gone through, where he really is a fantastic dad whose son is basically his entire reason for being. Before Eddie Begins, we get to hear him say things like "I left first" and "I've failed that kid more times than I can count but I love him enough to never stop trying" but we kinda have to take that on faith? Because we hadn't actually seen him be anything besides a good dad until we saw his Begins episode. (And even then in his begins it's like "area man in his early 20s unsure how to care for small child while also coping with PTSD and a toxic support system" which like. yeah. no shit. there's one hell of a learning curve there)
The thing about Eddie and Shannon as a couple and as parents that always gets to me is that they were so fucking young. We don't know exactly how old Eddie is in the show, but we can guesstimate pretty safely that he's around the same age as Ryan which would make him between 23 and 24 when Chris was born, and it seems reasonable to believe Shannon was around the same age. It's also a pretty common reading in the fandom -- although I'm not sure how much canon support there is for it because we really, really don't know anything about their relationship pre-Christopher unless I'm forgetting something -- that they got married because Shannon got pregnant and that was the Done Thing. And when you're 23-24, baby on the way, freshly married, that is just like. So much. It sure as hell ruined my parents' relationship when they did that exact thing, and then they disliked each other until they were 27 and then they got divorced, and no one was happier than me about it, I have to tell you.
Back to the show, I can only give you my impressions, obviously, but the impression I have always gotten from the whole "I left too" conversation and the context that goes into it and the different behaviours we see exhibited by the characters is that Eddie "left" first and it comes across to me that he was basically an early twenty-something kid running scared from the abstract concept of being a father in general, and then when he was forced home by an honourable discharge, and was confronted with the reality of Christopher, he managed to step the fuck up and become Christopher's dad. It's there in 2x02, right? "Oh, you've got a kid? I love kids!" "I love this one." Eddie doesn't strike me as a Swiss Army Knife all-purpose Dad(tm) the way Bobby is. Eddie is Christopher's dad. (and like, of course, he's obviously moved by kids when he's on a call, we've seen that enough times to know that if there's a child who can even glancingly remind him of Christopher, Eddie's sense of self-preservation goes out the window, and I love that about him as heart-stopping as it can be in practice)
Shannon, on the other hand, didn't run from the idea of being a mother -- at first. When she left, it wasn't from the abstract. She left Chris (and "gave up" on Eddie, thanks Helena). She was not running from a concept, she was running from a reality. I think Shannon is a fascinating character to include in a television show as a side character, because she really isn't a one note character. Like, she was unarguably a bad mother, and from what we saw, she was a questionable romantic partner to have (but as you said, anon, Eddie was also not 100% the best romantic partner when he was with Shannon either; their entire relationship so far as I can tell was built on sexual chemistry which, uh, super does not sustain a relationship), but she also seems to have been a devoted daughter? I mean, yeah, it's entirely possible that her mom being sick was a convenient excuse to bail -- and obviously she didn't come back after her mom died, and didn't, y'know, contact her son or husband in the interim, so yes, I can see that being a valid way to read the situation. I don't think she's the Ultimate Evil, because she strikes me as a very human character in all the ways that people are more often than not really fucking flawed.
But then we get back to the actual break-up scene. The first time I watched it (and second, and third; then the fourth time the person I was watching with was like "I mean, sure, but it could also be read in this light") her "I'm just learning how to be someone's mother" speech really bothered me? Partly because it was the abstraction of it, right? Eddie doesn't like kids, he likes Christopher, and Shannon sort of had the inverse journey there, I guess, where it went from she didn't know how to be Christopher's mother, to she didn't know how to be a mother. And that speech bothered me because it always sounded to me like she was bailing again. She begged Eddie to let her back into Christopher's life (guilt? I guess?) and like, straight up bribed him with sex which was sure a choice, and then decides -- for a second time -- that she's out. It sounded, to me, she was handing Eddie papers and maybe, in a few years, possibly, once she'd had "time" to "figure out how to be someone's mother" she would try again. Just like she had in the interim between leaving when Christopher was little and the time of season 2.
And like, that could totally be a misunderstanding of the scene and what she was saying. It's what I took away from it, but that could very well be influenced by the fact I was raised by divorced parents and my dad had custody and if you count up all the time I spent with either parent when I was a minor, I was predominantly raised by my father and have had an especially tempestuous relationship with my mother that is mostly (sometimes) repaired now that I'm in my late twenties and have not lived with her since I was sixteen.
Back to the show, and to your comment that the fandom tends to treat Shannon like the Ultimate Evil and act like Eddie Did Nothing Wrong, I mean. Yeah. Fandom as a rule tends to shirk nuance. We're all fools here on the internet sitting in our blue industrial waste container crying about a wee woo show. I personally believe a more nuanced take on that might be that Eddie has shown a great capacity to learn from his mistakes (sometimes to make fun, shiny, new ones, but for the most part, just like ends up doing better the next time) and Shannon did not show that capacity in the time we knew her.
I think, depending on what they did with it, there was potential for an interesting storyline if they'd played through the divorce. I don't think it would've been rehashing ground covered by Michael and Athena's divorce because I can't see Eddie and Shannon having reached a point of amicability and friendship. The only thing we know they had in common was Christopher, and frankly, when you boil it down, the ways they engaged with Christopher as a person were so disparate that -- to me -- it really didn't seem like they had Christopher in common when you get right down to it. But I wouldn't have wanted to see Christopher and Eddie dragged through an ugly divorce process. They deserve better than that.
There's also a conversation to be had about Shannon's blatant ableism towards her own son, but that is extremely not my lane since I am not disabled myself. But even from an outside perspective, basically their entire parking lot conversation in Haunted, uh, haunts me with it's repugnance and the fact that instead of calling her on any of it, Eddie "Chronically touch starved" Diaz's response was to kiss her? Gosh golly do I wish that was one of the mistakes he learned from properly instead of finding a new, shiny version.
ANYWAY this got long, tl;dr (although if you clicked on the read more, you probably read it) version is No, Shannon is not the Ultimate Evil, she's a shitty mom not a demon in a skin suit and a pretty yellow sundress; and No, Eddie is not a flawless human who's never done wrong in his life but holy fuck is he trying and he'd be the first person to tell you he's made mistakes (and often has been); and no, sorry, I don't want to see the divorce storyline play out because we probably would've had to see either Eddie Bashing, Shannon Redemption, or Shannon turning up again like a cardboard cut out of a cartoon villain the way Eva did and I want to be witness to exactly zero of those things.
#the ghost ship answers questions#I...honestly don't know what to tag this as#I have thoughts about eddie and shannon's relationship#that are probably unpopular opinions#teal dear she's a shitty mom not a demon in a skin suit and a pretty yellow sundress#and I also don't like her for personal reasons#and eddie is not perfect but I wouldn't want him to be and like seeing him try to improve constantly#and also am personally predisposed to like single dads#also for personal reasons
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White Lies (Pt. 10 of 21)
Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader
Word count: 2.5 K
Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.
But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.
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Keanu is driving back home after your third antenatal class. You enjoy them, but most of the things they say you already know. But it's not their fault you and Keanu do a lot of reading and research, and your doctors keep you updated. But you want to keep going.
“I'm thinking about a cesarian.” You tell Keanu, both hands cupping your bump.
“What?” He glances at you, and his face makes you giggle. “You have to be kidding me.”
“Why?” You ask, stretching your arm to touch the back of his neck.
“Because labor is something natural. Your body knows what to do.”
“Yeah, it just hurts like a bitch.” You snap back, playing with his hair.
“I know.” He sighs. “It's your call. You're the one delivering the baby.”
“I'm not sure yet. But we still have time.” You're currently in the middle of week 18. You feel more comfortable, and you have more energy now. The bump already shows depending on what you wear, but there's still a long way to go. “And we need to talk names, by the way.”
“I thought we decided on Clarissa or Henry.”
“Yeah, but we gotta be one hundred percent sure. Are you one hundred percent sure?”
“Now that you're talking about it, no.” Keanu giggles, a hand coming to lay on your thigh. “What were the other options?”
“Sophie, Nicole, Ethan, and Liam.” You recite them, looking at the landscape outside your window.
“They're all great. But... Liam. I like Liam. Or Sophie.” He takes a turn left, entering the condo.
“I like them too.” It's always like this. Whenever you bring this up, you just can't decide. “Maybe it'll get easier once we know the sex. Because we're clueless so far.”
“Do you want one of those parties where the sex is revealed?”
“No. It's not like I'd know the guests so...” Pushing this thought back before it starts bothering you, you sigh. “Let's just keep it between us. The rest of the world will find out eventually, but let it happen when it happens.”
“Alright.” As he slows down and stops to wait for the garage door to open, you see Mrs. Jackson walking to her front door. She spots you and waves. You immediately remember the amazing brownies she makes, and you suddenly need it.
“I'll go say hi.” You tell Keanu before leaning for a kiss and stepping out of the car.
Mrs. Jackson is a kind old lady who lives with her husband in the house on the left. When she sees you coming her way she stops, smiling. “Hello, (Y/N). Good morning.” Her long white hair is being blown by the wind, and she keeps it off her face with a hand.
“Good morning, Mrs. Jackson. How are you today?” Smiling, you hug her.
“You can call me Anne, child, it's alright.” She immediately touches your belly. “And how is this tiny little human? Are you eating well, honey? Exercising?” She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head at your house. “Is your husband taking good care of you?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Giggling, and blushing a little, you nod. “I have weekly appointments with my nutritionist, Keanu and I take a walk every morning around the neighborhood and he's being absolutely amazing.” You say with a sigh, your heart beating a little faster just at the mention of him.
“Are you falling for him?” With both hands on her hip, Mrs. Jackson inquires, a funny expression on her face. She knows about the accident since she has become a friend of yours.
“I am.” You mutter, biting your lip.
“That's true, genuine love, sweetie. Even after forgetting him, you're falling for him all over again.” She has a teasing look on her face that makes you blush even more.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that. In the beginning, I really thought we'd end up divorced.”
“Honey, you don't know the way Keanu looks at you.” She shakes her head no, taking your arms and pulling you to a seat on the steps that lead to her porch. “When you came for dinner earlier this week, I could see it clearly. He looks at you like you're his whole world.” Running a hand through your hair, you look down. “That man loves you with all his heart, I have no doubt.” She puts an arm around your shoulders.
“Yeah...” You mutter, a low chuckle leaving your lips. “Oh, sorry for yesterday's noise. We're changing a few things in the house for the baby and also working on the decoration. Since we just moved and everything is happening at the same time...”
Anne furrows her eyebrows a little, tilting her head to the side. “Honey, Keanu has been living here for a little more than a year before you came. It was a surprise to me as it was for everyone to find he was married.”
Mimicking her expression, you start thinking, counting. Keanu said you came here only a few weeks before the accident. “Well... We were keeping it a secret. He's a public figure so the goal was to keep the marriage private for as long as we could. But the accident happened.” The words come out slow, as you try to understand what she means by that. A year... It can't be.
“I don't blame you for doing that.” Squeezing your shoulders a little, she smiles. “People can be very intrusive with celebrities.”
“Keanu's fans are great. We bumped into some on our way to the Walmart a while ago. And Ke was kind, as always.”
“That man is a rarity.”
“He is.” Smiling, you look at her, remembering about your current craving. “Oh, do you think you can make some of those chocolate brownies?” You ask, pouting a little. “I hate to give you trouble but I really want them.”
“Don't worry, child.” Anne giggles, taking your hand in hers. “I'm retired for way too many years and I enjoy having something to do.”
“Thank you!” Pulling her into a hug, you place a kiss on her cheek. “I gotta go now.” Pushing yourself up, you jump to the sidewalk. “Important talking about this little one's name.”
“Won't you tell me the options?”
“Nope!” Winking at her, you start walking backward. “It's going to be a surprise.” With another wave, you turn around and head home.
Keanu is in the kitchen, starting with the preparations for dinner. Homemade pizza night, and he's just starting to make the dough. Moving to seat on the kitchen island, you're just about to ask how you can help when what Anne said comes back. That was certainly weird, but you don't think Keanu would lie to you like that. “Ke...” You make a small pause when he looks at you over his shoulder. “Mrs. Jackson said you were living here for like a year. But you told me we came to New York a few weeks before the accident.”
He stops, both his hands dirty with flour. There's something in his face you can't read, as Keanu avoids looking at you. “We bought the house about a year ago. I used to come and spend a day or two because of work, but we only actually moved when you found a good job here.” He speaks slow, only lifting his eyes when he's done speaking. You work with social services, and he said that your job is secure for when you're able to go back.
“Got it.” You mutter, furrowing your eyebrows a little. “Are you alright?” Getting up, you walk over him. Once you're close, he has no choice but stares into your eyes. Wrapping your arms around his midsection, you tiptoe to kiss him.
“I'm great.” When you step away, Keanu touches your nose in a quick motion, getting it dirt with flour.
“I can't believe you did that.” You giggle, stretching your arm to shove your fingers inside the bowl before showing them to your husband. “If you don't apologize, sir, I'll paint all this pretty face of yours.”
“Is it a threat?” Keanu inquires, raising an eyebrow.
“It's a promise.”
“Alright then.” He chuckles before cupping your face with both hands, getting your cheeks and jaw covered in flour.
“You're playing with fire!” You shout, running your fingers through your face before reaching for the bowl and taking a handful of flour that you succeed to half throw it at him, with half of it falling on the sink. He holds your dirty hand, some parts of his hair all white. “You're messing with the wrong pregnant lady, babe.”
“I surrender.” He says in between giggles, hands raised. “I'm completely at your mercy.”
Squinting your eyes at him, you only grunt before washing your hands. “Let me help you.” You say as you grab the dishcloth, damping it before starting to clean Keanu's face.
“No. Let me do this for you. Just sit there looking beautiful.” Once you're done with his face, you clean yourself the best you can.
“Only if I get to see you around the kitchen looking handsome.” Sassing back, you leave the dishcloth on the sink and head back to your place at the kitchen island. You love helping him, but you decided to let him do his thing this time.
By nightfall, the pizzas are in the oven. All three of them, despite knowing you won't eat that much. But one is for Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, and the other two will probably cover up all meals for a while. That if Keanu doesn't bug you with eating super healthy on every single meal. The brownies arrive too, and you thank Anne a lot as you bite one of them.
The only thing to ruin the night, well, that got close to, was that the sudden violent wind caused a blackout. You were eating at the kitchen table when it happened, and Keanu left to check if there was anything he could do. There isn't, but he did find some candles and the pizza night became a lot more romantic instantly.
Right now, already satisfied after two slices only, you admire his face in the different lighting, his hand holding yours over the table.
“We should go out. Like a date.” He suggests, and it makes your smile grow wider. “If that's alright with you.”
“Of course it is. We're married.” Shrugging your shoulders, you notice the subtle change on his face. You never get it, it's a mystery. “Ke, what's wrong?” It's not the first time it happens, but even though you're getting to know him, learning to read his expressions, this one is still difficult.
“Nothing, beautiful. It's nothing.” He assures you in a low voice. “Do you wanna head upstairs? A shower lit by candles must be quite an adventure.”
He always does that. He says it's nothing and changes the subject... But you guess it's alright. Maybe Keanu remembers the accident. The wife he lost that day. Or maybe something you shared before that's completely gone for you. “Great.”
“You can go first. I'll clean this up.”
“Leave the dishes to me. I can do them tomorrow.” You say as you walk past him, a hand on his shoulder. “You already made dinner for us.”
“Alright.” He agrees and you smile before going upstairs.
Showering with nothing but candles to light up the bathroom is weird, and you almost slipped. And that you'll never tell Keanu or else who knows what he'll do. But it was different. Once you're done, you leave the bathroom loosening the bun you had your hair in, letting it down. “Your turn with the medieval style shower.”
“I didn't know they had bathrooms like this back then.” Keanu snaps at you, smirking.
“You couldn't just go with it, could you?” Rolling your eyes, you walk over the slide glass door that leads to the balcony, just to watch as the wind still rushes through.
“Absolutely not.” It's the last thing you hear before the door closes.
With your eyes on the street down there, you hope this wind won't bring anyone trouble by tomorrow. At least the news said the weather will get better in a couple of days.
After some minutes watching the threes bending under the weight of the wind, you walk back to the bed, sitting on the edge. This place is feeling more like home as the days go by, and you're falling back into the life you once had. And it's good. Despite all the medicine you still take, the endless appointments, and a very, very overprotective husband, everything is good. More than that, actually. It does bring you relief to know you were this happy before. That you weren't alone, that you somehow managed to find someone so amazing. You know it was probably difficult in the beginning, with him being a public figure, and so many years older, but look where you are now. It was worth it. It ended up in the best way possible. And you couldn't ask for anything else.
“Lost in thoughts?” His voice startles you, as he comes from the bathroom.
“A little.” Getting on your knees on the bed, you cross it until you're face to face with him. Well, he's still taller, but you don't mind. You like it a lot, actually. Smiling you wrap your arms around his neck. “But they were good thoughts.”
“That's good to know.” He whispers, and you can't resist the proximity, so you just kiss him.
It was supposed to be just a quick thing, soft and sweet, but it soon becomes too needy. You shouldn't be this needy, and you don't know where it comes from. But it doesn't take much until you're awkwardly wrapping your legs around his waist, but the sudden change of balance makes you fall back on the bed, giggling through the kiss. But you don't mind. You don't want this to stop.
But you sigh when Keanu pulls away, opening your eyes to look at him, his eyes barely lit by the two candles, one on each nightstand. “What?” You ask, your voice a little weak, you're not sure why.
“If we keep this going...” His voice fades, and you feel when he removes some of his weight from you. He wasn't crushing you, but you were feeling all of his body. “...I don't think we'll be interrupted this time.”
You get what he means. There won't be calls this time, nothing too put a stop to whatever is going to happen. But you don't care. He's your husband, and you're falling for him. You want this. “I don't want it to be interrupted, Ke.” You tell him, thanking the darkness because you're sure you never blushed this much.
“Are you sure you want this?” A thunder almost clouds his voice, but you manage to hear it.
It's kind that he still wants to know how you feel. Keanu doesn't push you, he never has. It suddenly snaps that you love him, that this is right. “I'm sure.” You whisper back, eyes closing again when Keanu leans in for another kiss.
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Ocean Eyes - Part 10
A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.
Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.
Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.
"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.
"Are you staying at Chris's too?"
"I am!"
"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"
"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.
"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.
"You knew what you were getting yourself into".
While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.
"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"
"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.
"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.
"You and Mason leaving?"
"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.
"Come on sweetheart we should go"
"Yeah sure, take care Brian"
"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"
"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.
"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."
Was he serious right now??
"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.
"What?"
Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.
"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"
"What did you say to him?"
"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"
"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."
"Im Fine"
"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."
"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.
"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.
"Scott i swear to god...."
"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"
"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.
The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.
I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!
"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."
"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"
"Right, Marvel owned it before"
"No...."
"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"
"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.
"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"
"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"
"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"
"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.
"Maybe i should do it too"
"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"
"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."
"Sorry...."
"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".
After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!
"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.
"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.
"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.
"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."
"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.
"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.
"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.
"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.
"Okay you did good, i love this"
"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.
"You don't have to do that...."
"You kidding me? I want to"
"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".
"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.
Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!
"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.
"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"
"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.
"Night bro, love ya".
Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.
"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.
"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".
While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.
"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.
"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.
"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"
"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"
"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"
"He’s just missing the beard"
"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"
"No but he's got your attitude and sass"
"Hey!"
"Im kidding.... mostly"
"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.
"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"
"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"
"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.
"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."
"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"
"Chris....."
"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"
"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"
"Oh...."
"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.
"Why isn't Lindsey here?"
"What?...."
"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."
Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??
"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"
"What?... when?"
"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."
I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.
“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”
“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”
“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.
I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.
It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
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