#or that speaking in a way that assumes we'll move in with her--

[straykats]

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[cythena]

REVENGE

ꨄ︎ synopsis . now you're cursed it seemed. maybe it was karma for your relentless attempts to fluster giyuu. they worked out in the end but now he's set on messing with you too.

warnings . oral f receiving, breeding, awkward moments for reader, cowgirl, fingering, messy kissing, really chill tbh

word count . 3k words

notes . part two to this post! since i got a request for it i was a little bit stuck on what to do soooo i reversed the roles now giyuu gets to have fun.

he's doing it on purpose. that evil evil man. there was no way he was that aloof. he's completely aware of what he's doing and he's enjoying it. he loves getting back at you for everything you've done to him.

everything he's done was a calculated move in order to provoke you. whether it was innocently masked questions or touches, they were all done with the intent to fluster you. your words would jumble together and cheeks grow hot. all while he kept that stupid stoic expression like he wasn't messing with you.

you're so upset but can't help but enjoy this game he's started. you even started distancing yourself from him a little. whenever meeting with him, you try to avoid giving him any opportunities. yet somehow he always manages.

he still makes your head dizzy. even from your distance you admire him, his strong jaw, smooth skin, sharp nose. he's so handsome you wish this game would end soon. then you could finally get your hands on him again — or at least even the score.

it's not fair fun anymore. giyuu let your hook up get to his head. you were always hyper aware of how he reacted to you. he avoided you but his eyes lingered. with a gaze so intense and heavy, it was impossible for you not to notice. you relished in his attention and used it as fuel to your advantage.

on mission assignments together, it was nearly impossible to avoid each other. giyuu had suffered previously whenever ubuyashiki made the ignorant and cruel decision to partner you two together. it was undeniable how well you worked together combat wise, but other than that it was insufferable.

the bright side of it was how fast missions were completed. the most time was spent walking together and back, then separating to return home.

"y/n," his voice calls for you from the trees in front. his back is turned to you while he sheaths his sword. when he turns to you, you're flicking blood off the metal of yours with a twirl of your hand.

"yes, tomioka?" your melodic voice rings in his ears. he mentally scowls at the use of his last name once again.

you take few steps to move closer to him, keeping your distance still. he closed a decent amount of the distance to stand in front of you. he bends his neck slightly to meet your eyes.

"we'll stay at an inn for the night."

you're not given time to respond before he's walking to way back to the village. you follow him with a short distance between you until you reach the inn.

the inn is a decent sized place, refurbished and well kept. it's clean and a little busy. a few customers are returning to their rooms with buzzed looks on their faces.

giyuu speaks to the receptionist. he's an older man, sweet faced and kind looking. a woman standing next to him looks to be his tired wife. her eyes are shut and she's wobbles a little.

"good evening. you travelers are out quite late," he smiles and leads you to a room. you trail behind giyuu.

his wife holds freshly steamed yukatas which she hands off to you while a drowsy smile. "have a lovely night you two."

the man shuts the door behind you. from the outside you hear the woman speak again.

"what a sweet couple. the man reminds me of you when you were younger."

your ears perk up now. you glance around the room realizing the circumstances. you were give a single room because they assumed you were together. not that you had a problem with it but still. did you two really look like a couple?

giyuu was already settled near a small table. he begins ridding his haori and sword, placing them on the ground neatly. you remove your outer layers too, opting to be mature about the situation if he is as well.

you face the other direction until he calls your name.

"i need your help, my wound requires bandaging."

"oh, i'll be there in a moment," you reply. you turn your back to him once more to finish taking off your sword.

he takes a seat on the table. his legs spread open, his wrist rests on his thigh and his hand hangs. the other arm props the rest of his body up from behind his back. his collar is loosened and stretched from his neck, revealing his adam's apple.

you swallow thickly at the sight. it's almost...arousing.

you brush it off and focus. "where's your injury?"

giyuu's hand reaches from his thigh and tugs from the opening in his collar. somehow he yanks the buttons open in a single motion. he pulls one side of his shirt away from the center and lets it slide off his arm.

a red wound stretches across the side of his lower torso, next to the eye catching muscles of his abdomen. it makes your mouth water on sight — even though it's nothing you haven't seen before.

your face burns and your eyes go wide. it's inexorable. you notice how giyuu's eyes squint as he watches your face reveal your feelings.

"is there a problem?" he asks, keeping eye contact. "are you able to help?"

that little bastard- you think to yourself.

"yes. just give me the bandages?" you mutter. you try to speed up the process as much a possible.

you kneel down between his legs to reach easier. you're eye to abs with him now. pushing the thought out of your head, you wrap the bandages around him.

giyuu smiles while you're focused on his wound. the sight of your head between his thighs is something he's shamelessly fantasized about. suddenly your head shoots up and you catch the coy smile playing at his lips.

you loose your balance and fall backwards onto your ass. he doesn't react, instead slipping the rest of his shirt off. you take this opportunity to hurry back to your side of the room, far away from him and his stupidly defined abs.

you needed a nice break. finding time in your schedules to meet with mitsuri and shinobu was difficult. a free slot in your schedules aligned on the day of a festival in your town. so the three of you planned a date for that evening.

you all dressed in beautiful clothing, a refreshing change from your corps uniform. you wander the stalls together through the bustling crowds. red and orange lights glow and illuminate your faces. mitsuri stops to sample multiple snacks while shinobu admires handmade crafts.

a cat figure catches your eye and you step to the side for a little.

"i'll catch up with you in a moment," you assure them before heading towards the booth.

it's a cute little wooden cat. you pick it up and examine the delicate woodwork.

"i'd like this. how much?"

"eight yen but for a pretty la-"

an arm suddenly extended over your shoulder and offered what looked to be ten to fifteen yen. the owner happily traded the cat for the generous sum. he gave you the cat wrapped in a pretty box.

you turned to thank the kind person. giyuu stood behind you, shadowing you. he also dorned a deep blue yukata.

"tomioka, i didn't expect you to be the festival type," you said. you both stepped away from the stall and continue walking.

"i'm not." he turned his head and gestured to the three familiar boys and young girl. "tanjiro asked me to come."

"and you were just so willing?"

"it's near your house, i hoped to see you."

his words sent heat to your face once again. such romantic words said so stoically. he was doing this on purpose.

"came all the way here in hopes of seeing me?" you tease.

"if you weren't here," he steps closer to you, "i would've went to your house."

"and if i weren't there?"

"i would've waited." where did he learn this from? he's so forward with his words. he returns to his original position and looks off the the side. his gaze lies on nothing i particular as he speaks again, "but kocho mentioned your plans before."

your path takes you towards a quieter part of the festival. it's just as bright but with more seating and open space available. the loud atmosphere is replaced by a relaxed one. the crickets chirping becomes more apparent now.

you're admiring a particularly beautiful latern when your foot catches an uneven stone in the pavement. you lose your balance and in a flurry of movement, fall forward. giyuu reacts swiftly.

his arms reach out and wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. your arms smoosh against his body as your heart races.

"i remember you telling me...not to fall for you," you must be crazy because you hear a chuckle in that statement.

giyuu's soft gaze lingers on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. you push your palms flat against his chest to get off. before beginning to move, your own lips curled into a playful grin.

"it seems it's too late for me," you whisper.

"y/n!" a high pitched voice gasps.

your head whips to see mitsuri and shinobu joining you and giyuu.

shinobu's eyes close as she brings her fingers to stifle her laugh. "my my, i wouldn't have expected tomioka-san to be so close to anyone, let alone, y/n."

"if you and tomioka-san had a date please don't let us interrupt!" mitsuri's face flushed in excitement at the sight of you and giyuu holding each other.

you quickly push yourself off of him and walk over to them.

"no! we don't have a date, it's not what it looks like." your voice is a giveaway to your humiliation. you hide your expression from all three of them to mask your embarrassment.

a few days after the festival, you don't get any interaction with giyuu. no missions or training sessions bring you together. the distance makes you a bit relentless.

you settle down in your yard, admiring the afternoon. a kakushi calls your attention.

"y/n-sama, i have a letter from tomioka-sama," they say with a bow.

curious and pleased to see some interest from giyuu. you walk over over to the kakushi. they hand you a neatly folded up paper. it's the usual template for any giyuu letter. you'd be concerned if it were longer.

"i need to see you. come to my house as soon as you can - giyuu tomioka."

how dry-

you thank the kakushi and walk back into your house. with no pressing matters at the moment, you decide to visit him immediately. the letter seemed somewhat important.

the journey to his house is quick and you find yourself at his door in no time. you knock firmly. there's a brief pause before the door slides open.

giyuu reveals himself shirtless, his toned muscles and faint scars from battles past on full display. the lighting from the oil lamp highlights the contours of his well-defined chest. he uses his elbow against the frame to hold his head up.

"giyuu what the fuck—" it slips out of you.

his fingers spread through strands of his hair as he gazes down at you. "you're here."

"it seemed urgent," you swallow, trying to keep your composure. he moves aside to let you in. "obviously not that urgent. why are you dressed like this?" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"is there a problem?" he asks with innocent in his voice.

"when you have guests over—"

"but it's nothing you haven't seen before."

confidence instills itself in you. "so you're dressed like that because i'm here?"

"isn't it more comfortable this way?"

you roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. “perhaps. comfortable or not, it’s still a bit unexpected.”

he chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “well, if you’re uncomfortable, i can change.”

the playful glint in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying this moment far more than he’s letting on. you take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.

“no, don’t bother. let's just get to why I’m here.”

as you turn, giyuu steps closer, his presence warm and unmistakable. “if you insist,” he says, his voice low and soft.

he closes the distance between you. your back is pressed against a wall. his lips capture yours in a sudden, fervent kiss. the softness and warmth of his touch make your heart race, and you melt into the kiss, losing yourself in the moment. his hands grasp your face delicately, like glass. you layer your hands on top of his.

he's gentle at first. his lips brush against yours with tender and soft motions. the intensity rises as the pressure of his kiss and fingertips increases. the fervor behind them is fueled by passion, desperation, and yearning. your mouth feels like a fire that only he can cool.

you part with a deep inhale, your chest rises and falls while a string connects your lips.

"that's what i'm here for?"

"not all."

he yanks your shirt off and tosses it. his hands reach to undo your belt while keeping your lips interlocked. you skirt falls onto his floor. he's practically salivating at the sight of your body.

he knew he missed it but not this much.

he pulls back to gawk at your bare body, free from anything barriers. he brings his hands to settle in on your hips.

"nuh uh." you shake your head and gesture to his pants.

he reluctantly pulls away from you to shed his pants. he wastes no time before attacking your lips once again. he trails kisses and bites down your neck until he reaches your nipple. he takes one into his mouth while he tweaks the other with his index and thumb. he uses his other hand to slide across your clit, gathering your slick and then sliding between your folds. his tongue swirls the bud and teeth nibble lightly to tease. you hold onto the base of of his head.

"tomioka," you sigh. you're immediately cut off when he bites harder than usual.

"stop that."

you smile to yourself, pleased with riling him up. you lean back against the wall and sigh. you relax into his touch and in what feels like seconds, you feel yourself tighten around his fingers.

"giyuu! h-hah."

he slows fingers, almost halting your peak completely. your eyes shoot open to see him lowering himself to his knees. you could cum just from seeing his eyes looking up at you. he lets his tongue out before his face disappears between your thighs.

your body doubles over. he matches his fingers to the pace of his unrelenting tongue. he greedily slurps up the heavenly taste of your cunt. you feel the smile pressed against your folds.

high squeals are pulled from your throat. he takes your thigh and rests it on his shoulder. both your hands tangle in his hair and push his deeper.

"oh, i'm cu-mming," you whine.

he spreads your cunt to blow cold air that makes you shiver. his nose pressed against your clit now while his tongue dips into your pussy. a swipe of his tongue is enough to tip you over.

your thighs press against his head while he continues to swallow every bit of you he can get. you're forced to push him away from you. his lips and chin are drenched and all he can do it lick around his lips and fingers.

he looks up you with hazy eyes and uneven breathing.

"ride me?"

you nod, still dizzy. giyuu lies back and rests on his elbows. you straddle him and hover over his cock. your palm wraps around the base to guide him into your hole. he steadies himself by grabbing your hips with a hand.

you slowly rock back and forth, gradually moving to a steady bounce. giyuu lets out soft sighs of relief. his adam's apple bobs with each swallow. he helps you bounce with his hand on you.

"mhm- shit," he groans.

you speed up your pace and steal more sounds from him and force them from yourself.

"hah- fuck fuck, feels good." his breathing grows heavier.

you're practically slamming yourself down on his cock. he reaches that spot that has you squealing every time. you squeeze down on him and your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.

giyuu pushes your back down so you're flat on your stomach against him. he bends his knees for leverage and thrusts into you.

your head falls into his neck while you relinquish control. his thrusts are dangerously good. your legs are going weak.

"jus' like that...please, i'm gonna-"

he pulls you away and captures your lips in a deep kiss. he holds the back of your neck.

your pussy contracts around his cock. shivers rack through your whole body and you can't stop. "giyuu!" you sob.

your back arches further into him.

"so pretty." his gasp catches you off guard. you're locked into eye contact with him. he whimpers underneath his breath. "can i- cum?"

you're shocked he's asking for permission. a part of you wants to deny and tease but he's been so good to you.

you start to meet his thrusts which pulls a loud gasp from him. you stroke his cheek with your thumb, teasing just a bit.

"you can cum."

timed perfectly, giyuu spurts his load deep inside of you instantly. he refuses to look anywhere else besides your eyes. he's still rocking your hips onto him when he's done.

slowly, he comes down from his high. you settle down against his chest with his cock still inside you.

"hmm, don't wanna get up," you mumble.

giyuu wraps his arms around you. "don't."

[nerdygirlramblings]

finally, the courting contract and Ren's response

previous

You leave the briefing off-kilter. You didn't expect to ever put yourself in Spinner's orbit again, assuming Laswell would connect him to his nefarious doings other ways. But you can't shake the image of him holding you close, the predatory look in his eyes as he told you he didn't believe in putting birds in cages. The way you could tell he wanted to put you in one. No matter how much you want to get back to normal, especially after your heat, you know you can't go back on your scent blockers. That thought is almost more upsetting, and from the soft grunt behind you, you know Ghost can smell your distress. You'd told Price a few weeks back you could control your scent, but you're doing a shit job of that now.

As if called by your thoughts, the smell of his autumn fire invades your senses as a warm hand falls on your shoulder. "Why don't ya take the afternoon, Ren. Tha' was a lot ta come back ta, yeah?"

You want to jump on his excuse, use it to get some space, but between the heat and being told you'll have to try get Spinner's attention, your omega is begging you to stay here with your pack where it's safe. Except they aren't your pack, you grudgingly remind her. They might not want to be your pack. And she does nothing but howl and weep at that thought. Knowing your scent is still laced with distress, you try to dial it back enough to softly say, "I think I just need ta rest a bit."

"Well then," Soap pipes up from somewhere behind you, "why don't we all head to the barracks. Nothing needs doin' right away. Ye can go shopping wi' Adam tomorrow."

Before you can respond either way, Price speaks up, "Actually, Soap, that's brilliant. Let's head off base for a little. Maybe hit the shops, get some scran. Can't promise we'll be as helpful as Adam, but I bet we can help ya find something."

Two hours later, you find yourself in a shopping center near base, different from the retail park you’d gone to with Adam for the first op. Though he'd warned you they wouldn't be as helpful as Adam, Price surprises you when he pulls out several tasteful dresses in a style similar to the first one. Holding them up, question clear on his face, you can't help but smile and nod. A sales clerk comes over, glancing hesitantly between you all, the others intimidating even in their civvies, and asks, "Can I get a room started for you?" He directs the question at you despite Price holding the dresses.

"Er, sure," you reply, watching him walk away with the clothes Price selected. Something in that action opens the floodgates as Gaz and Soap practically dive into dress racks. You smother the giggle that bubbles up at seeing your team trying to help pick a dress. Ghost's only contribution is taking pictures of the dresses and sending them to Adam. After the first six, Adam responds with pictures from the last few events supporting the dinner's nature charity.

While the auction was nearly black tie in attendee attire, the riot of color from the previous nature charity events sends Gaz running to put back nearly every dress they've found so far. Instead he and Soap start grabbing anything jewel-toned. Frills and layers, silks and chiffons, it all ends up over the changing room door. One after the other, you try the on the fabric concoctions. At first, you simply slip a dress on, note how it looks and feels, and move on. It’s when Soap calls out, “Ach, lass, how long does a little dress take?”

The teal fabric falls back around your ankles. “Er…did ya want ta see them?” you tentatively call.

Sounds of a scuffle reach you, a yelp and the distinct sound of fabric being slapped. “Ignore ‘im lass,” Price calls. “Unless ya actually want ta show us.” There’s a hesitant note in his voice. It feels out of place and warms you imagining him nervous in the waiting area.

Thankfully, the teal dress is fit, so you walk back out, watching your feet instead of their reactions. The silence at your appearance stretches for long, uncomfortable seconds until you finally glance up. Ghost is gripping the arms of the chair he’s sitting in, muscles tight. Price’s lips are rolled together, and you can’t tell what he’s holding himself back from saying, though based on how wide his eyes are, you hope it isn’t bad. Soap is literally hanging on the edge of his seat, and Gaz simply looks awe-struck. You take a breath to calm your nerves before saying, “If this is yer reaction ta each dress, we’ll be here all day.”

Soap barks out a strained laugh, saying, "Wouldnae mind at all."

"Well, ya really did put the whole shop in the changing room. I can't promise ta come out in everything, yeah? I do'n really want ta be here all day."

They don't respond as you walk back to the gowns they picked out. You already know the taffeta of the blue one will be too uncomfortable, and the one in an array of sunset colors won't let you move enough. They see the ombre pink with the asymmetrical hem and the deep purple velvet with virtually no back, but it's the white slip dress with silk overlay that elicits the most reaction. The fabric whispers over your skin, and with hidden slits along the front and the back that make it easy to move in. The silk layer has a riot of tropical looking flowers on it: deep pink blooms and bright yellow petals curling over vibrant green leaves and little blue blossoms.

When you step into the waiting area, you're startled by a deep purr reminiscent of a Bristol Fighter. The surprised looks on Price's, Gaz's, and Soap's faces show you how uncommon it is for Ghost to react like this. Price quickly gets over it as the purr fades off almost as fast as it came on. "Yer a sight," he says, looking at you. You want to hide from the intensity of his gaze but your omega won't let you.

"I think that's the one," Gaz says.

Your smile is tentative but warm. "I think so," you reply. "Let me get back into my civvies an' we can grab some supper."

You put the unselected dresses on the rack by the changing room and pass the white dress to Price. Ghost is standing awkwardly near the shop entrance, but you don't see or hear Gaz and Soap. Eyebrow raised, you look at your Captain, asking, "Where are the others?"

"Said they needed ta grab somethin' and ta meet 'em at Chinese," Price tells you, large, scarred hand carefully taking the dress bag from the salesman. He herds you in front of him, gently brushing his fingertips along your low back as you precede him. Ghost joins you as you leave, trailing in Price's wake.

The Chinese is a large buffet on the other side of the shopping center. At this time of day, it isn't too busy, but you hear Price mention the base, and when the hostess leads you into the restaurant, it's to a table in the back, facing the door. Price and Ghost sit on the outer edges, herding you into the center seat. Gaz and Soap aren't here yet, but they'll be able to see you when the get here.

It's strange to be sat between your captain and your leftenant, silent as they both currently are, but the wait for the others isn't long. Soap spots you immediately and heads straight for the table, nearly knocking into a poor pensioner carrying a plate piled with desserts to his table. Gaz isn't much better, weaving around other patrons for the fastest route to where you are. As they sit, both men share the same smug look.

"Jus' show 'er," Ghost grunts, looking at the sergeants.

"Ren, lookit wha' we found fer ye!" Soap whisper shouts, putting a flat felt box on the table. He's watching you the way Mama usually watches the triplets on Christmas, eyes alight with anticipatory glee.

You reach out, flipping the lid up and sit back, a little startled, and then shocked and surprised that the kaleidoscope of butterflies isn't taking flight. There are several different sizes and colors, a riot of piercing blues, vibrant yellows, rich-hued oranges, and deep reds framed in pitch black or pure white. It isn't clear what they're made of, but they're all paused mid-flight in a large arcing collar that will protect your neck. Glancing between Gaz and Soap, you blink back tears. "It's...it's lovely," you choke out. "But it's too much. I remember Laswell's budget for my clothes the first time, and between the dress and this, I know we've gone over."

"Consider it a courting gift," Price murmurs, shocking you straight to your core. The gasp that escapes is entirely unconscious. You try to gather the words for a response, shifting to see Price better, but he continues talking without looking over at you. "We've been wantin' ta talk wi' ya about courtin', about yer place in the pack, for a while now."

Ghost make a noise that can only be a grunt of agreement, and Gaz and Soap are nodding encouragingly. It's only when he turns to look you in the eye do you realize the agreement and encouragement weren't for you, weren't to show you they all want you, though that's a secondary effect, it was to shore up your captain who's looking as uncomfortable as the day he mentioned Ghost's rut. Is he scared of your reaction?

"Told ya when I offered ya the spot on the team we were open ta courtin' ya," Price reminds you. "What I didn't say was we'd already agreed we wanted ta court ya if ya were willin'."

"But," you stammer, "ya didn't even know me! How could ya want ta court me?"

"Because yer amazing, Ren," Gaz says, smiling gently, trying not to spook you. "We knew what others were sayin'. We knew ya were strong and capable. Hell, we knew a few alphas made arses of themselves tryin' ta court ya all the wrong ways." Ghost chuckles darkly, and you wonder if they know about the alpha you'd put in medical.

"When ya had yer heat," Price says, drawing your attention to him again, "we drew up a courtin' contract." He places a single page on the table in front of you. It's shockingly short but thorough, stating that the 141 Pack would like to court you. "The 141 Pack will, in the course of their courting of the omega, never impinge on the omega's career or make demands that demean or diminish the omega's service. As much as is possible, the integrity and safety of the pack will come before everything else; no member of the pack will be transferred off the 141 task force unless a specific request is made, in writing and with the consent of all pack members, to both Captain Price and Station Chief Laswell. During the courting, the pack will find non-barracks lodging that meets the omega's needs for a nest and / or other safe space. After the courting period, the pack may maintain this lodging or find alternate housing that continues to meet the needs of the pack. All members of the 141 Pack will take shared compassionate leave for any ruts or heats that arise in order to support the impacted pack member(s). Non-compassionate leave is not required to be shared by any members of the pack. At no time either during or after the courting process is the omega obligated to undergo a full bonding / claiming."

Tucked at the bottom is the kind of clause the military requires: "If the courting is unsuccessful, all pack and non-pack members would still be considered valued member of the 141 task force. However, if desired, any pack or non-pack member of the task force may request a transfer which will be supported with full-throated recommendations of service from both Station Chief Laswell and Captain Price."

It's everything you would ever want from a pack: the space and support to be you. You knew the team had your back before, but to see it laid out so unequivocally makes your breath catch in your chest. Looking at the paper, with signatures already from the four men around you, Laswell, and the base commander, you whisper, "This doesn't feel real." You swipe at the tears you can't control, catching them before they hit the page. You look up at Gaz and Soap who are wearing warring expressions of yearning and fear, vacillating in that space between achieving your dream and having it destroyed.

"'S real, luv," Ghost whispers, putting a hand over yours. "We wan' ya ta be our omega."

Somehow you find the strength to nod your head and softly say, "Okay." You're staring at your hand under Ghost's, so you don't see their faces, but it's impossible to ignore the way Ghost's hand tightens infinitesimally on yours, or the whoop of glee from Soap, or Price's heavy hand as it drops to your thigh while he leans over and says, "Thank ya for givin' us a chance, Ren."

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[aintnoloveintheheatofthesun]

A love letter to the brilliant, talented, lying ass, cheating heifer...Pearline 🖤

There is so much to love about this character. She is played by Jayme Lawson so jot that down.

I couldn't sleep after watching this film. Not only did she cheat, sing and kill in the space of 2 hours 18 minutes, she stole my heart, too.

Let's break this down sequentially.

Name

'Pearline' connotes something rare and beautiful. There's two elements I love about this imagery.

One - she is a shining vision in a sea of flesh. This reflects her performance on stage, where she is a sight to behold in a sea of moving bodies.

Two - she is linked to local history. For decades, African Americans found employment and even autonomy fishing oysters along the Gulf Coast. These oysters would be shipped around the nation; creating opportunity for black fishermen, chefs and entrepreneurs. Her names anchors her to the South, to black ingenuity and resilience.

Furthermore! Her solo reflects the idea that Pearline is deeply committed to her people. While Sammie wrote an original song that he had never shared before, Pearline sings a lively song where everyone could join in.

When she thumps in time with the twins' violence, I feel like that emphasises her carpe diem nature. You cannot reach the valuable part of an oyster without exerting physical force. Before we reach the climax of the song and see Jayme Lawson in all her brilliance, a sinner in the back room takes several blows to the chest. Since this takes place during the Prohibition Era we can assume that she is no stranger to violence or crime.

Look

Damn, this woman is fine. Her skin was so well lit in the film. The night scenes when she was sweating on stage (and on that table) had her looking radiant. The beat was flawless and the hair worked!

Fits

The Clarksdale train station look will always be a favourite of mine. The white fishnet gloves, the floral earrings, the dark hat with flowers at the back and the floral print dress ate down. I'm just glad Sammie saw the vision.

Her light green, silk number in the juke joint made sense. We even got a new accessories  on stage, she can be seen in her wedding ring, different dangling earrings and a shiny cuff. The matching scarf was the perfect touch and them shoes!! Lord. They took 'Pale, Pale Moon' to the next level. Speaking of that that song - I am obsessed. It went triple platinum in my house last week. Brittany Howard and Ludwig Göransson devoured.

Love interest

That introduction after Pearline first watched Sammie play did it for me. There were fireworks between them!! Only to be followed up by

"You gonna sing?" "We'll see where the night takes us"

My goodness me. This woman really said I do what I want. She walked all the way to that juke joint, got her pussy ate, and sang like never before.

Queen shit.

Character arc

We first meet Mrs Pearline in the golden light of day. She looks calm and curious; eyeing up Preacher Boy. We then learn more about her tastes (in terms of sex, music, choreography and aromatics) before seeing her in action (killing these undead motherfuckers with Annie). She starts off reserved and mysterious and later proves herself to be brave and self-assured. Her dance style is sensual, animalistic and free. Clearly, this is not her first time performing for folks in a place like this; unlike Sammie. He has only ever sung at church and on Delta Slim's territory.

Speaking of Preacher Boy! She stands side by side with him, guarding the room where they are holding Stack. She calls Smoke evil to his face when he threatens to kill her over some garlic. She shoots at vampires, stakes motherfuckers and fights to the bitter end. My girl has ice in her veins.

Background

A massive thank you to professional dancer and cultural historian Melany Centeno for her breakdown video on YouTube explaining all the ancestors in THAT scene. She found that Ahmari Vaughn played Pearline's ancestor. This dancer was dressed in Hamar cultural wear while doing traditional Nilotic dances. The Acholi people are a Nilotic ethnic group found in Sudan and Northern Uganda. They have dances like Larakaraka and Bwola; which emphasise female agility and elegance.

Also credit to Walter English. He created this reading list inspired by Ms Pearline. It explores some brilliant Black Feminist literature and historical archives.

Thoughts on the actress Jayme Lawson deserves every good thing in this world. I love this character that she has brought to life and I thoroughly appreciate how messy, beautiful and real Pearline is.

Favourite quotes by her

"Y'all are cousins? I thought you were a nice young man"

"What was in that jar?"

These quotes represent the 'fuck it, we ball mentality of Mrs Pearline. When she learns that Sammie is related to the twins, she doesn't run out of that place - she spends even more time with him. I love that for her. There's no doubt she has heard rumours of the Smoke Stack twins not-quite-legal employment history. Rather than seek the company of upstanding black folk in Clarksdale, she goes even deeper into this mess.

For the second quote, I love how Pearline is actively working to figure out how the hell they can survive. The criticisms of her character as a jezebel are not completely unfounded however this line changes things. She is a woman who feels trapped in her marriage, just like how Sammie feels trapped in his father's church.

While she is very comfortable in her sexuality; she is not defined by it. She gets head from Preacher Boy, with her wedding ring on. She performs with reckless abandon on stage to an adoring crowd.

Siren, sure. Jezebel? No.

Mrs Pearline is not a sexual object with no thoughts, no ambitions for herself. She understands that in 1932 Mississipi, the sale of alcohol is illegal and she sings in a Juke Joint. She learns that this man she has just met has notorious, gangster cousins and she continues to seek him out. She finds out that they are surrounded by cold blooded monsters and she picks up a stake, then ties it to a shotgun.

The lovers' performance

I am calling it a singular performance because these two partners, idgaf. When Pearline arrives, Sammie dares her to play. She plays it cool and returns the dare. As he sings, she makes her way over and dances for him.

Them getting nasty in the backroom is the interlude. And finally, as she sings, he is in the wings, watching her with pure adoration.

Her musical number is just as powerful and vibrant as Preacher Boy's. Both of them are shown to be deeply rooted Southerners who love their people and the arts. They even stand up to Smoke in a similar manner. When Smoke tells Sammie to live a decent life, playing gospel music in the next town, Sammie refuses. Smoke holds a gun to his head. When Pearline hesitates to eat a clove of garlic, Smoke holds a gun to her head. Neither of them back down, even when their safety is on the line.

I saw an excellent post that explores the narrative development between 'I Lied to You' and 'Pale, Pale Moon'. It is a beautifully constructed journey that takes us from a coming-of-age musical to a historically accurate horror film. Sammie's song introduces us to his God given talent, while setting the scene for Remmick's self-serving, cult-like, pursuit.

Pearline's song is where the violence and the music begin to converge; namely when Pearline gets to stomping on stage in sync to the twins kicking a man in the gambling room.

In this scene, Sammie is admiring his woman and the juke joint patrons are singing in a chorus with her. This siren is at the centre of everything, in part because of her sex appeal, but mostly because of her passion and vocal abilities. The lyrics of the song even foreshadow the violent fates of these patrons. Sammie's music celebrates Black cultural contributions through past, present and future while Pearline's is a warning for what is to come.

Sammie is not the only griot in that place. The final credit scene features the gospel song 'This little light of mine' in which the lyrics directly contrast Pearline's song. Ms Pearline gets turned and becomes vulnerable to the sun so when she sings

Don't let it shine x4

Oh Lord

We learn that she is Sammie's equal and opposite.

In conclusion, Pearline is much more than eye candy in Sinners (2025). She is Sammie's narrative foil. She is a daring, formidable character who is about that action.

Favourite quote about her

'You so beautiful' - Sammie Moore 1932

No notes. Dude's right.

That whole scene had me like

[spectral-phases]

The Night Blüdhaven Exploded

I don't see enough people talking about what the Chemo attack on Blüdhaven must have done, as just everything was going wrong for Bruce and his boys that night.

For starters, Bruce is already fighting his dead/ressurected son who came back as a crime-lord villain who has been blowing up so, so many goons/criminals in Gotham for a while.

Then he sees Blüdhaven explode in front of his very eyes, and Jason then taunts Bruce, saying that Dick must be dead and insists on forcing Bruce to choose between killing Jason and killing the Joker not 2 minutes later. Bruce, as we all know, refuses to allow either, and stops Jason with a Batarang to the neck/shoulder, depending on your angst factor (or possibly aiming for Joker, but Joker moves and gets it to hit Jason on purpose/by accident ymmv).

(Batman 1940 #650)

And then, after all of that, the Joker sets off some explosives, surely killing Jason/the Joker (This makes the second explosion the Joker is going to no-clip his way out of, and Jason's learned that skill this time as well)

(Batman 1940 #650)

But wait! There's more! I know in the Batman comic they only mention Bruce being concerned for Dick, but Tim was living in Blüdhaven at the time too! Tim was fresh off of his father/girlfriend dying and didn't want to be adopted by Bruce, so he invented a fake Uncle Eddie (hiring an actor to play the role) and moved to Blüdhaven, where his comatose step-mother was being treated. Tim is only out of the city at the time of the explosion because the Titans came and said something was wrong with Conner, so they needed to leave to help save him. On their way out of the city in their jet, they only get far enough to avoid the blast, but not far enough that they avoid the resulting shockwaves as it renders their navigational systems offline, and likely their comms too. So not far enough that Bruce, who has been chasing Jason and Black Mask all night, could reasonably be aware of this fact.

(Robin 1993 #147)

So Dick and Tim very well could have been in that explosion and then Jason gets exploded! Amazing! That's 3 for 3 remaining Robins possibly killed in an explosion in one single hour.

We have no idea where Jason gets to, but we'll assume that he is unable to find the body because of the new no-clipping into the backrooms skill Jason must have (Jason was meant to die here, again. In another explosion set off by the Joker, so Bruce will have to assume Jason is dead even if he turns up alive later. How? Who the fuck knows).

Speaking of ol' Richard "Dick" Grayson, aka Nightwing, how is old boy wonder doing? Well, he's been having a rough go of it the past six months, between Blockbuster targeting him and destroying everything he cares about, Tarantula killing Blockbuster after successfully convincing him to just let her kill Blockbuster (while he walks away and has a panic attack...and...other things happen...TW: SA if you look it up), and then basically playing "suicide by cop" through the job following that and being a double agent of the group that just nuked Blüdhaven, uh...he is straight-up not having a good time by the time Chemo blows up Blüdhaven, and he's only getting worse. He tries to go to the center of the explosion, and Superman, fortunately, arrives on the scene to save Nightwing and put him up on the shelf to avoid dying (I love how Superman keeps trying to save Nightwing from himself in this era and Nightwing is just...no, thank you).

(Nightwing 1996 #116)

Unfortunately, this is the "Flying Grayson" himself, so no shelf is high enough to prevent Dick from going in there, and his mental state is so bad that certain death while saving others is probably more tempting to him at the moment than a deterrent. He "Duly Noted"s his way back into Blüdhaven, helps get the police to control the panicking crowds of survivors towards an escape route, saves the few remaining friends Blockbuster didn't kill recently, and goes directly into the most radioactive area of Blüdhaven to try and save some rouge who might have been there. We see Superman fighting Chemo's core in the background throughout his rescue attempts, so Dick's close the entire time to this heavy radiation. Dick notes that this is the first time he's able to breathe easy in months, saving people from the ruins. He's eventually taken out as a door explodes with the Chemo green gasses while trying to locate the rogue while reflecting on his recent failures.

(Nightwing 1996 #116)

I do think the appearance of Batman as Dick passes out isn't real, Bruce was in Gotham, either reeling from the explosion or looking for Jason or something. There's no way he got to Blüdhaven already, and the legs of Batman are hazy, blending into the smoke.

I also think after Chemo is stopped that Bruce probably still hasn't heard anything about Nightwing, because I don't imagine he took the time and resources to call the Veteran in a communications blackout (who has been historically trying to poach Batman's Robins, and nearly got Tim killed trying to convince Tim to leave Batman and join up his forces. Batman and the Veteran are not on good terms, is what I'm saying) just for Tim's step-mother and fake uncle.

(Robin 1993 #147)

By this time, he is talking about Tim as if he's alive, so he's probably gotten something from the Titans base confirming that Tim's alright, so he's gotta be taking the time and effort to call the Veteran for Dick.

Bruce, being Bruce, gets into a fight with Dick as soon as Dick is brought back to the Batcave and wakes up, while Dick is being treated for severe radiation poisoning/burns. I am willing to forgive this because he's had a time of it, even if he's being hostile and pissy and unsupportive. Definitely not winning the Father of the Year award for this, I'm afraid (Worst Father of the Year award is going to Deathstroke, for embedding a known radioactive carcingenic material into his daughter's eye, but Bruce is in the running for this and Jason).

(Nightwing 1996 #117)

I am awarding this to Bruce for trying to reassure Dick.

But. Anyway. Yeah.

Rough night for everyone involved. Absolutely everything going wrong all at once.

[etherealily]

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Alexei Vronsky + fem!reader.

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Warnings : Cuss words.

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'Cross that line for me, sweetheart?'

Desc. : You are not a temptress, but he is tempted.

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It was curious, to say the least, how land was divided. The conch next to you was half your property and half the Vronsky estate's property. It had remained that way for ages.

The waves lapped up the sand, like a heart reaching desperately for its other half as you sat watching the entire ordeal.

The Line - one drawn up every morning and marked by tiny flags as placeholders - had always pissed you off. Intrigued you. What would happen if you were to... just a finger? The hem of your dress. Would you immediately be shot at by concealed snipers? Perhaps you'd have to be tried in court.

You had never really noticed much about this Vronsky character before. Another handsome, manipulative bastard. Nothing much.

In turn, he'd also never noticed you. A face. One of many. Beautiful, of course, he was not blind, but never seen as worthy of his efforts. You were not rebellious. You were not adorably innocent. He could not entice you. He could not corrupt you.

In theory, your paths were never to cross. Different lives, same circles.

The key word : theory.

Because there are moments in life when you know that nothing will ever be the same again, when you know that your proverbial pathway is forever skewed and rerouted. These may appear to you embossed in calamities such as loss and grief, or these may be whispered in your ear by silent smiles, lovestruck looks across a ballroom, or the simple offer of champagne.

Or, in the case of you and Alexei Vronsky, all of the above.

And this was one of those torturous, life-altering moments.

"-And that's when I said, it was just a bloody goat !"

Booming, drunken laughter ensued from your left - the other side of the Line. Fuck. Keep drawing, shut up, keep drawing, shut up.

Your pencil made unintelligible sounds as it scratched out a somewhat passable depiction of the moonlit waves. The screams and guffaws grew louder, but the issue was that if you moved, he'd assume you did it because you were on his side. You were not, but it would look highly suspicious if you fled.

No. They'd quietened down. Meaning either they left - highly unlikely - or, they'd noticed you.

"Oi!"

Don't respond, don't respond.

"You! Pretty girl!"

Drunk men are terrifying. How could such kind words be said in a way that made your skin crawl?

"Mate, maybe she's a mute. Or deaf. Or both."

"I know for a fact she's not. She's got quite a mouth on her, as I can remember from last year- HEY! LADY WITH THE SKETCHBOOK!"

And that was Alexei Vronsky. His story with the goat had ended, apparently. Ugh.

You turned. "Uh, hello."

"ARE YOU A MUTE?" his companion yelled.

"Are you daft? She just answered! How could she be mute?"

Drunk men are also idiotic.

"WHY DON'T YOU COME ON OVER HERE, WE'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO DRAW?"

Bellowing laughter followed.

For fuck's sake.

"I'm alright, THANKS!"

"OI, C'MON! WE DON'T BITE!"

From what you'd heard, he does.

"IS IT 'CAUSE OF THAT LINE?"

"Good night, Count Vronsky.", you called back, as you gathered up your things and stood, dusting the sand off your dress.

"HOLD ON! WAIT!"

"Let'r go, mate, c'mon, we've got a party to get back to."

"I WAS JUST BEING NEIGHBOURLY, YOU BITCH!"

FUCKING HELL.

"What did you just call me?!", you yelled, turning. He looked back at you in a swaying, inebriated haze, trying to focus those glaciers he called eyes on yours in the darkness.

"A witch. You've cast a spell on me, bewitched me, so to speak. You're magic."

Ugh. "Whatever."

"Just come over here, or I'll have to come there, and you wouldn't like that.", he slurred, his friends chortling and egging him on.

Buggering Christ.

"You can't. See?", you replied defiantly, pointing deliberately at the faint white outline of the line they renewed every morning with chalk powder. "That would be trespassing."

"I'm Alexei Vronsky."

What was that supposed to mean?

"So? It's still trespassing. My family's had it in for you for a long time - we'll take you to court."

"Then you come here.", he shrugged, taking an unstable stumble closer. "Cross that line for me, sweetheart? Yeah?"

"You're a creep. And you're drunk."

"You're a beauty. And you're technically trespassing, so I need to punish you."

"HOW am I-"

"Your pencil." Fuck. How is it he's sober enough to notice that, but not sober enough to know that his buddy said 'the coat storage' not 'the goat story'?

"It blew in the wind."

"Yes. To my estate."

"You can keep it."

"Are you sure? Isn't this your, uh, fabulous pencil from Paris you were talking of?"

"No." Yes.

"No?", he frowned, picking it up. NO! Not in his grimy, disgustingly delicate fingers. "Seems pretty French to me."

"Are you actually inebriated or do you simply enjoy pretending to be so that you can get away with things?"

He stopped swaying, pointing the pencil in your direction as he placed the other hand behind his back. "You're sharp."

"So you're sober?"

Drunk Vronsky could have been molded. Sober Vronsky was a cunt.

"More or less. My friends feel left out because they are unable to hold their liquor as well as I can, so I act for them.", he explained, with a small look behind him, at his comrades trying to jump over the waves as they came.

"You should be in theatre, then."

"Adding performer to my resume is just a smidge too over-accomplished.", he retorted, an amused glint in his eye.

Ugh.

"So you're going to hold on to my pencil, then, I'm guessing."

"What? No, I know how much this means to you."

Trap. You'd bet your entire estate it was a trap.

"I will give it back.", he continued as he paced, his hand still placed behind his back as though he were planning war strategies. "On one condition."

See? Trap.

"Dinner. With me. Tomorrow."

Did he think this was a smart way to secure an evening with a woman?

"I won't be here tomorrow." Bold-faced lie, and he could tell.

"Then tonight. Right now." You couldn't think of anything you were doing.

"And I'll get my pencil back."

"Yes."

"That can't be it. There's a catch."

"You are... remarkable. Yes. There is.", he whispered, softly, as though impressed that you caught on. "Champagne. I wish to see you drunk. Drunk, in denial and... ruined."

Lot of darkness for someone who'd just been talking about a goat.

"In denial?"

"Nothing. Just... join me for dinner and drink a little, and I promise you shall have your pencil back."

"I do not drink."

"Then I do not return fancy French pencils."

"I can always purchase another."

"You do not have sentimentality, then?"

"No." Yes.

"I see. Then you may be on your way."

"I don't have to go anywhere. I have every right to be here! This is still my side of The Line."

"Suit yourself, darling."

The silence that followed was torturous and unbearable. "I do not like steak."

"Then you shall have no steak."

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His eyes focused on you from across the table, his spoon paused midway above his plate. Eyes like the ocean in a storm. Terrifying but alluring.

"Enjoying your not-steak?"

You hid a smile. "Yes, I am."

He nodded, bringing his spoon up to his lips as he watched you do the same.

"You've left your friends out there?"

"They know not to cross The Line. They will be alright."

"Why is it you wanted to have dinner with me? To trap me into trespassing?"

"I've wanted to speak with you since I first saw you." Lie.

"And I you." Lie.

"What was it you wished to say?"

"Simply a greeting. You?"

"The same."

He set down his spoon, scrunching up his napkin as he stood up and walked the short distance across the table to you, resting his hands on the back of your chair. "You promised you'd drink."

"I did?"

"You did.", he whispers, accepting the newly-uncorked bottle the servant handed him, and pouring it into the glass next to your plate, smoothly. "And you're a good girl who keeps promises, yes?"

You'd heard he loved using such degrading language, but this was the first time you'd seen it firsthand.

"What gave you that idea?"

"I just figured you were of proper breeding and were raised right."

Good answer.

"Well, the words 'I promise' never left my mouth."

"Well-bred women do not look for loopholes. And they most certainly do not argue."

Lord knows where he'd worked up the audacity to brush some hair off your shoulder, but perhaps he was born with it imbibed in his blood.

He narrowed his eyes at your unchanging expression. "Drink."

"I am not done with my food."

He breathes out loudly, taking your plate and thrusting it into the hands of the nearest servant. "Yes, you are."

"I still have dessert."

"No, you don't. Drink."

"This is not champagne. You said champagne."

"And you said you'd drink. We both have uttered falsities. Drink."

"I fear you may be trying to-"

"Poison you? I am not. I would not like to see you die."

Was that supposed to be some form of assurance? Romantic? Caring? That did not have the intended effect.

"Drink, lovely."

It irked you how invested he was to see you drunk.

You wrapped your fingers around the glass, bringing it to your lips. Tilting it upwards, you let the liquor cascade down your throat, and echoes of your sputtering filled the room - it burned.

He laughed heartily, shaking his head as he stroked your shoulder from behind you. "Do you know what that was?"

"No. But I do know I will not take another sip."

"It was vodka, my dear, and in a few moments, you will want more. Trust me."

"I'm not taking another sip of that ghastly liquid!"

"Not even for me? Not even if I begged?"

"You think your begging has any effect on me?"

"Doesn't it? I'm known to be quite persuasive, and- besides, aren't you supposed to be the empathetic one in the family?"

"And where did you hear that?"

"Just about everywhere, really.", he huffed, resting his elbow on the table as he knelt down by your side. "'The youngest is the nicest one. She cares the most. Empathetic.' Surely you are not telling me those are lies?"

"Not lies, but exaggerations, perhaps."

"I am quite literally on my knees, and you should realize how rare that is. Drink more or I will have to force you."

You frowned at him.

"I will do it. Force you. Don't think that because I have let you in my house so courteously that I will continue to be a gentleman with you."

"How could you be? You're nothing but a cad.", you scoffed, as you took another stingingly painful gulp.

He watched the glass, your tongue, your throat, almost mesmerized as he replied. "A cad?", he questioned softly, amused but still fascinated by your every movement.

"A cad.", you nodded, trying not to show how much you were gasping for breath. It hurt, satisfyingly.

"That's a first. No one has ever said 'oh, Alexei Vronsky, that cad'.", he murmured against his palm as he observed you meticulously.

"Then they have met a different person."

"You say this out of personal experience, do you?"

"I've met him. The Alexei Vronsky. He only thinks of one thing."

A lilt of his lips. "And that is?"

"Himself."

He concealed a grin.

"Or perhaps...", he mused, fingertips on the back of your neck as though he were playing your skin as one would a piano. "He is one who shows different versions of himself to different people."

"So he is deceitful."

"I'd say careful."

"Would you, now?"

"I think we put up far too many false pretences anyway. No point in fighting it - it is necessary, to be part of society."

"And what false pretences am I putting up, in your expert opinion?"

He smiled, one too pure to match the description you had so harshly delivered a moment before, but you knew more than most that it was a ruse. "Drink more."

"You're an incredibly demanding man, aren't you? Dine with me. Drink more. Not a single please, nor thank you.", you retorted, as though that could take away from the fact that you obeyed.

"When you are incredibly in demand, you learn to be incredibly demanding."

If ever a smoother talker existed, you'd wager he'd simply be Alexei Vronsky in disguise.

"So tell me, then. Are you a gentleman, a cad, or an opportunist, Count Vronsky?"

You had to steer the conversation back to him, because whatever this vilely beguiling liquor was, it was shooting through your veins at a rate too fast to risk talking about yourself, lest any family secrets spilled out.

"I am whatever you want me to be. And you? Are the rumours true? Are you a virgin, a temptress, or a genius?"

"I am whatever I want to be. For tonight."

"Come morning?", he murmured against your neck as he slipped a finger under a loose strand of hair, and twirled it with such dedication you would think that were his only purpose in life.

"A memory."

"Well, we can't have that.", he pouted, as he stood up, gently taking the glass away from you and finishing the last of it. "What does it take for a memory to stay in the present?"

"Vronsky-"

"A dance, perhaps, as they say you enjoy?"

If you weren't unsure of the functionality of your motor skills in your drunken haze, you'd have punched him right then and there.

"The rumours aren't true, you know?"

"What rumours?", he asked, feigning obliviousness.

He'd just spoken of them, but you were quite sure if you reminded him, he'd attribute it to the vodka. Tell you you were 'surely imagining things, dear one'.

"The ones that led you to come and have a go at me."

"Those? Oh, I didn't believe them for a second.", he grinned, his eyes examining the filthiest, most remote parts of your soul - ones that even you had never been privy to.

A moment washed over the both of you, tauntingly. You looked for any secrets in his eyes, and he looked for any in yours, albeit, more calmly than you.

"Come.", he mumbled, finally, offering his hand for you to get up out of his disgustingly well-crafted chair. "Let's get you back on your side of The Line."

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"There. Oh, and here. I am of proper manners.", he added after you'd leapt over The Line, handing your pencil back over to you.

It felt oddly anticlimactic after the events of the evening.

His icy blue eyes - striking, so striking that they pierced you - fell onto your lips for just a moment before landing on the pencil in your hand. "You don't want it back."

"What? Of course I do."

He had you. He was onto you.

"Let me rephrase. You don't need it back."

"Sentimentality. Of course I do."

"You really don't want it to stay in my possession, instead?"

"No."

"Liar.", he smirked, his lips curving deliciously, and you just about lost it. "You know I'll take very good care of it, no? Like I took care of you, tonight. No complaints, yes?"

"Besides the aggressive persuasion to drink a fiery liquid that most probably burnt my throat off, no."

"You exaggerate. Tell me tonight was just another of your dull nights. Tell me I haven't been a source of reprieve from your tedious, mundane days of fakeness and gossip."

You scoffed, refusing to dignify that with a reply, although you already knew that any response- or lack thereof - would be all too telling.

"You cannot, can you?"

There was nothing you hated more than when men were right.

Especially men who were as captivating as Vronsky. It was unnecessary and dangerous.

He beamed, clearly so fucking proud of himself, as he looked out at the waves. "It is a lovely dress you are wearing."

No, it wasn't. It was the most commonplace of dresses one could wear. But he'd say it anyway. Because that was his play.

"Thank you."

"It is disgusting, though."

"In what way? A disgusting display of my wealth, or disgustingly lovely?"

He knelt down next to you from the other side, on the sand. "It is disgusting that such beauty and purity like yours can exist and people continue to slander its name."

Had you been a lesser woman, you'd have fallen for it.

It seemed, however, that he knew you wouldn't. It was confusing, to say the least, whether he was being genuine or being genuinely fake.

"It is how I live."

If you'd read him right, he should say something along the lines of...

"It shouldn't be."

There.

"However... the dress in itself is not disgusting?"

"No, it is spectacular- although, I must say, the woman wearing it is far more ravishing."

Games get boring when they are predictable.

"So. What is it you normally do after parties, since you cannot get drunk? Unless blackmailing women to dine with you and drink your vodka is your usual pastime."

He snickered, although a slight maliciousness infiltrated his gaze for a moment. "It isn't so much a pastime as... an unfortunately common occurence. Perhaps that's why you've got an opinion of me as a - how'd you put it?"

"A cad."

"Ah, yes, a cad. I wonder if your opinion has changed."

That was not hope in his eyes, no. That was a challenge. 'Go ahead, say no. If you dare.', his look said.

"I wonder that, too. Perhaps it will if you keep your promise."

"Promise?", he repeated, raising a brow. He knew. He knew all too well what you were saying.

"False pretences.", you reminded, watching him as he watched the waves distort the light of the moon. "You said you would tell me what false pretences you think I put up."

He was far too close. The incredibly fragile, entirely imaginary Line wouldn't be able to stop him from reaching over and touching your shoulder once more.

"I think... do you want to know what I think?"

"I might."

"I think that you're lying when you brush off the rumours."

"You think I am a slut? A temptress?" Now, suddenly, the monotonous nature of everyday seemed far more interesting than the thousandth iteration of the same conversation.

"No, I think you brushing them off is the lie. They affect you far too much." Alright. That was... progress.

"Do they, now?"

"Very much. And there is one more, as well, although I doubt you will like to hear it. You crave to prove them right."

Congratulations, Alexei Vronsky, you've caught my attention.

"That is an extremely, extremely bold suggestion."

"Yet you are not denying it."

"I do not wish to have my virtue questioned, Vronsky, and us having dinner does not change that."

"But it pokes at it, does it not? A slight scratch, an itch, asking if that is what you really want. It blurred the lines, did it not?"

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

"You're an incredibly delusional man, Count Vronsky."

"A delusional cad."

"Precisely."

You didn't miss the amusement in his tone, the laughter, the way he knew how perfectly right he was.

"Well, this delusional cad did not lie, earlier. You truly have bewitched me, my dear, and I do not think I shall ever turn you down."

He stood up, dusting the sand off his gloves and pants. You stood up too, not out of respect, but out of the desire to relish his face once more.

"Turn me down?"

"When you inevitably ask for me when your marriage is dry, lifeless and torturous."

Good lord. How long had he been- how far ahead was he thinking?

"I will be right here. On this side."

"Why are you so adamant that my marriage will be-"

"Because I'm the one you need. You've broken quite literally every rule tonight. Crossed the line, fraternized with the enemy, drank unfamiliar alcohol that could so easily have been poisoned or used against you."

"How does that make you the one I-"

"I'm taking you out of your comfort zone. Freeing you. What more would one want from a lover?"

So casual with that word. Lover. As though that was all you two had been, since the beginning.

"Have I mentioned that you're-"

"Delusional? Yes, you have. But you have also yet to mean it."

Who the hell allowed this man to be so confident?

His thumb rubbed against your cheek in pure tenderness that you are well-prepared for - you've learnt over the years he's unpredictable, and since his mercurial nature was the only predictable thing about him, it was easy for you to guess his next move.

Or at least, figure out that it would be the exact opposite of the tone of his words.

"I can help you, you see?", he said, words so faint they were almost whisked away in the sea breeze. "Honest."

"Was that the point of tonight?"

"No, the point of tonight was to get you so utterly inebriated that you would tell me your family's secrets, and hence, your own."

That was the only thing that had come out of his mouth all night that you could guarantee was the truth.

"And since that did not happen, you are doing this?"

"No, I couldn't let that happen. Unwrapping you, figuring you out, it is far too intriguing a task to complete with a glass of vodka and enticing words. I want to spend years, decades, the rest of my life, performing this task, revealing you slowly and addictively, until I have lost myself or driven myself crazy trying to reach the core of your soul."

The silence kissed you two over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. "You are terrifyingly good at this."

He almost looked like he was about to say 'at what', but it seemed his mood had turned too serious to coax a half-hearted insult out of you.

"And you are terrifying. You are like the eye of a storm, intricately, almost... sinisterly drawing me closer."

"I'm not sure what you want me to-"

His lips devoured your words, and you could not help but think that this night had progressed far too rapidly to your liking. He was a stranger, a random man who you shared nothing but a flimsy little line with, but here you were, letting him kiss you, letting him ruin you, letting him convince you with his words that this was a good idea.

"Come on, darling.", he murmured against your lips, his eyes still half-lidded in a triumphant haze. "Cross the line. I promise, I'll take care of you."

You surrendered, and all you could do was hope that his beauty was simply angelic in nature, and was not designed for the sole purpose of ruining you and every iota of self-respect you had.

Hard to tell, but perhaps he had meant it that way.

[thecaduceusclay]

Alright, I’ll bite. Devil’s Minion in both the book and the show feels very connected to the AIDS crisis… but I’ve only ever acquired knowledge about that period through osmosis, so I’m curious if you have any thoughts/connections or information. 👀

I put out a call for people to ask me fandom-related queer history questions since I know a lot! I want to remind people this is open and that I welcome any fandom questions about queer history!

Ok this is going to get long because I have a lot of feelings on this topic especially. For those who just want some resources, further reading, and my sources, you can find those at the end. I'll pepper some links in, but I'll try to put the bulk of it there. But Daniel Molloy in the show especially is a man heavily impacted by the history of the AIDS crisis and I have a lot to say about that. I'm also assuming a knowledge of what HIV and AIDS are in the first place. You can do some quick reading here.

First, a note on the books since I mostly want to talk about the show. Queen of the Damned was published in 1988 when the AIDS crisis was in full swing. The peak of deaths was in 1993, but 1988 wasn't exactly early in it. The previous year saw the start of the AIDS memorial quilt, the founding of ACT UP (we'll talk about them later 💜), and Princess Diana publicly shaking the hand of an HIV positive patient. The shadow is cast over the culture, Anne Rice was not immune to the zeitgeist. Hell, she was living in the Castro district at the time and that is a notably queer area. (Her son Christopher talks about that briefly here.) I don't this the parallels are an accident. Armand is a man watching his lover slowly waste away while he can do nothing about it. Sure, it isn't AIDS, it's the alcohol and lack of care to his body. Sure, Armand could turn him. But despite their fun and their arguments being such a focus, that helplessness and fear permeates their relationship in the Devil's Minion chapter. Like so many gay men at the time, Daniel is wasting away. Armand is tormented by this. That is one of the most prominent faces of queer men at this time!

Daniel in the show has more going on in relation to the crisis.

I'll start by saying this in case it needs asserted, Daniel is a leftist journalist. And I don't mean in a casual liberal way. He's clearly passionate and involved and these things matter to him. He makes flippant and offensive comments in the interview sure, but I'm not saying he's perfect. His books give this away. He wrote about environmental issues in Under the Burning Sky, the prison industrial complex in The United States of Prison and Profit, and seemingly the surveillance state in Homelandia and likely in his book on Snowden. I'd also like to gesture to his work with "the barb". The Berkeley Barb was a leftist underground student paper. I'd recommend taking a look at their archives linked here and their website to get a grasp for what he was writing with at the time. (Warning, the archives are often NSFW). But in short the barb's attitude was largely anti-war, sex-positive, fuck the establishment kind of writing. He was already like this when he ran into Louis in '73. This will inform our view of him moving forward and will be our framework for understanding how he interfaced with the AIDS crisis.

I think it's important to note Daniel's proximity to AIDS too. I mean, subtextually, he had a brush with it when Louis nearly killed him in '73. Louis was a silent killer sweeping through the queer men of San Fran. Gay men were likely seeing lovers and friends disappear after going home with a stranger. Risky sex and drug use leading to a death going unacknowledged, one that's largely impacting gay men? I think the subtext of it is queer-- I mean clear. (Louis is not an all around metaphor for AIDS, but the ties between it and vampirism in the series seem clear, and in this instance the connection is there specifically for Louis, no one come for my ass).

Speaking of, the proximity is there in his behaviors too. He's a drug user who goes home with random men. (Casual sex was a big part of gay culture back then, see the hanky code and cruising for this.) Both of these actions put him at high risk of contracting HIV and put him among populations more likely to contract it. He was using heroin, and needle sharing is a huge risk factor in the spread of bloodborne illnesses, which can lead to the spread of HIV (which is why needle exchanges are so important.)

Finally for incidental proximity early on, Daniel was living in San Francisco. We know he frequented Polynesian Mary's at least, and possibly other gay bars. He also likely lived near or in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood (given his memoir being called Hate and Ashbury). This area is very notably queer, historically. By 1990 HIV was the leading cause of death for young men in San Francisco at 61%. That's frighteningly high, and sure this was much later, but San Francisco was an epicenter.

AIDS was first identified in 1981 as a spread of Karposi Sarcoma and PCP (or "gay pneumonia" colloquially) in gay men in areas like New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco. The first KS patient to go public (Bobbi Campbell) was in San Fran. He later wrote the first pamphlet on "safer sex". The first KS clinic was opened here, and later the first dedicated AIDS clinic (which Daniel seems to have written an article about according to his LinkedIn). By 1982 this epidemic was known as GRID, or Gay Related Immuno-Deficiency. (Interesting parallel that s1 notes Daniel as having an auto-immune disease, which Parkinson's is not primarily known as...). Daniel was covering these early years. His book A Shadow on the Skin was about this! It was a collection of articles he wrote on KS in the early years as he documented it becoming the AIDS crisis! He was routinely writing about the early epidemic. (s/o to @cbrownjc for this post where I found the blurb on the back of the book).

So, while living in San Francisco, this deeply politically involved young man was watching the early crisis unfold. He saw gay men dying slowly. Some gay men at the time described watching the AIDS crisis sweep through as watching their cities become ghost towns. This was something terrifying, something haunting, and something attributed largely to queer men. I mean, it was called GRID until 1982/1983. It wasn't until Ryan White, a 13 year old boy, contracted HIV from a blood transfusion in 1984 that people began seeing it as anything but just a gay disease. Even then, public perception didn't change quickly. It was so heavily associated with gay men, even, that getting national medical authorities to recognize women could contract it and treat it in women was a struggle.

All of this horror was occurring and the government ignored it. When they didn't ignore it? Ronald Reagan, then president, laughed at it. Hospitals were terrified of gay men, some refused to touch or treat AIDS patients. The FDA and CDC were slow to respond and to treat it.

In season one, Daniel is dismissive of his own queerness. He shrugs off his being in gay bars and hooking up with men, acts like it wasn't a big deal and it was just to score. I think this dismissive attitude likely stems from the AIDS crisis, at least in part. Lingering trauma from Louis' attack in '73 may play a role, after all, the body keeps the score. But I don't think we can overlook AIDS as a factor. The writers clearly didn't overlook it in his characterization, as exemplified above. I think they mean for this to impact who he is and how we view him! He watched some of the most terrifying years in recent queer history, of course he would downplay his queerness, of course he would marry two women even if he wasn't happy with them. (Not denying he may be bisexual, but he's certainly closeted.) And in the end, despite distance from his queerness, he still ended up having to waste away slowly from a disease with no cure, just uncomfortable treatments, much like men in the early AIDS crisis. (Early AIDS treatments were all trial based, you were lucky if you got in. You were lucky if you didn't end up in the control group. But the gamble was all you had, and those were the lucky ones. Even then it may not work, it was a trial for a reason. It wasn't until 1987 that AZT was approved to treat AIDS. It wasn't until the mid-90's, years later, that AIDS was considered survivable. I can't help but see his levadopa and how it only slows the inevitable as a parallel to this. A terrible reflection of earlier fears. Parkinson's has no cure. He'll deteriorate until he succumbs, even with medicine. He's lucky if it improves his quality of life, if it doesn't just make him more miserable. He'd be lucky to get a few more years.)

If Devil's Minion happened in the past, Armand watched his lover engage in high risk activities, while clearly aware of the risk given his coverage of AIDS. He watched Daniel writing a book worth of articles on KS and AIDS clinics. He knew how horrifying it was, he knew Daniel knew, and he watched his lover play with fire by using heroin anyway. And in the end? He still watched Daniel deteriorate slowly with medicine that only slowed it more.

If Devil's Minion is only coming and wasn't in the past at all? I think the impact of AIDS mostly falls to Daniel. After being turned he embraces life so fully. Yes, because he was dying before. But his style feels more queer once again. He doesn't have to fear any human diseases! He can fuck men! He can be gay! The shadow that hung over his youthful queer exploration, that interrupted it, is gone for him. And now he doesn't feel it's too late for him, I imagine. I mean, before he didn't have many peers, so many his age died. But now he's a vampire, he's outside of this. He can fuck young men, vampires, whatever. He's now outside of society whether he likes it or not, he's the "other", in for a penny in for a pound, right? And I think that's all going to impact who he is as a character going forward now too.

If there's interest in a Part 2 on the impact of AIDS activism in New York, since Daniel likely saw a lot of it up close, I'll gladly write it. I have opinions and info to share.

For now, stay safe everyone. I love you. And here's some further reading.

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A timeline of HIV and AIDS (1981-2024)

Only Your Calamity: The Beginnings of Activism by and for People With AIDS

HIV Infection as Leading Cause of Death Among Young Adults in US Cities and States (1993, about 1990)

On the impacts of the AIDS crisis on gay culture

The Queer significance of San Francisco

1 2 3 4 5 6

AIDS Memorial Quilt

Princess Diana's AIDS Advocacy

About the Berkeley Barb

How Ryan White impacted the view of AIDS

Daniel Molloy's LinkedIn

Practicum Page

[golden1u5t]

playboy bunny | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: suggestive

ꨄ summary: while being questioned in regards to a murder investigation, your only way of proving your innocence is the tattoo you have on your underboob.

you're sitting in the chilly interrogation room, your arms folded in as goosebumps spread across your skin. the only thing you had on was a thin tank top and a pair of shorts the officers had given you to cover up the bathing suit you were wearing.

they hadn't said much when they brought you in, there was a ringing of shock in your brain that only allowed you to process the words 'murder investigation'.

after sitting in the cold room for at least half an hour, the door finally opened and two agents came in. you could tell they weren't just the local police, not just because of the way they dressed but also because of the way they carried themselves, they were confident but not in a cocky way like regular cops were.

"y/n? i'm emily prentiss," she gave you a polite smile as she sat down across from you. "this is derek morgan. we'll be questioning you today." she gestured towards morgan as he stood behind her.

"i'll tell you what i told those cops, i didn't do whatever you're accusing me of doing."

"we're not accusing you of anything, yet." morgan spoke from his position behind prentiss. your eyes flickered from the case file being presented in front of you to him crossing his arms over his chest.

emily spread out a few pictures in front of you, all of them of different men dead and mutilated from the waist down. you turned away from them and leaned back in your chair, feeling as though all the drinks and food you had the night prior were slowing making its way back up.

they started off with simple questions: "do you recognize these men?" "where were you last night?" then they moved to more deeper questions: "who was your last relationship?"

"were you abused as a child?" "what's your relationship like with your father?"

they didnt let up until the door opened again and another agent came in. you sat up straight when your eyes landed on him. he was tall and very handsome, he was just your type. under any other circumstances you would have started to fix your hair up and try to catch his attention.

"it's not her."

"how do you know that, reid?" morgan turned towards him with a confused look on his face. you watched as spencer blushed and glance over at you for a brief moment before turning back to derek.

"a witness came forward, said they saw the unsub and victim at the park when they were doing- uhm- when they were having sex. the unsub didn't have any tattoos." spencer stated, he still refused to look at you.

you thought for a second that he'd found you incredibly hideous but then the his words about the unsub not having tattoos donned on you. without second guessing him, emily walked around the table and uncuffed you. almost immediately you started to rub the skin on your wrist, wincing slightly at the dull pain. you waited until emily and derek walked out of the room to speak up.

"how do you know i have a tattoo?" 

spencer finally looked at you, he shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "i saw your photoshoot in a magazine a while back." he mumbled, the blush on his face spreading to his neck.

"¡ assume you'll be in town for a few more days?" you stood up from the chair and made your way to stand in front of him. spencer quickly said yes before catching how eager he sounded and settling with a nod. "maybe we can have dinner and explore some of the other tattoos that didn't make it in the shoot."

"i- i'll have to think about it." there was no thinking honestly, he just didn't want to sound desperate.

"i'm sure you have my number if you wanna take me up on that offer." you gave him a smile and brushed past him.

spencer knew for a fact that he would be taking you up on that offer.

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello my wonderful Fandom and readers. :) I feel like I blinked and this season was done. When in reality we've had it for a little over five months with one break. How can five months feel so short and a hiatus feel so damn long? Speaking of hiatus's looks like we're in for our third one in a row that'll be lengthy. Unless you are new to the fandom then God Speed for your first one haha Just kidding. They aren't fun but we always get through them together. It is unreal though. We're waiting streaming show lengths of time between seasons.

To quote Tim in this episode. Back in my day it was a 4 month wait and we got 22 eps and couple long breaks LOL We haven't gotten that since s5 which is wild to think about. Feels like a lifetime ago. This is our new reality I suppose. Since the streaming numbers for both s6 and s7 were out of this world good. Which is amazing btw. So proud of this show. So because of that, they wanna capitalize on that continued success by doing the same for s8. No breaks and a long wait. S5 had amazing numbers as well but it didn't have a writers strike to delay it or alter it's course. I assume it'll be 18 again.

I knew that strike might change everything especially when they started the mid season idea for this s7. *sigh* Such is life fandom. We'll make it though. We always do. Since it'll be mid season my in-depth's will start later then the summer most likely. Since there isn't a rush. Gonna give myself 2-3 months to decompress from the season before I head into those. Like them to line up with the premiere. Maybe I'll get the itch to add to my master list and do them sooner. We shall see. But let us focus on this finale and get started.

7x18 The Good, the Bad and the Oscar

We start off with Lucy getting introduced to her new squad. When her new team says they're the 'Dream Team' something felt off. I wasn't sure what though. Then we roll into Lucy on shift. Taking ALL THE DAMN CALLS. She’s Lincoln-300 now. I don't hate it. No more 7-Adam call signs for her. For now anyways. I fully believe she won't be night shift forever. But that's neither here nor there right now.

That new call sign will take some getting used to for sure though. The night shift is so busy it's insane. Also full of BS calls. Not one ended with her needing any back up. Which is good considering her team is sleeping.....Lucy is noticing a pattern and asks for updated GPS on her team. They're all in one spot and haven't moved.

Did love hearing 'Sergeant on deck!" That's right baby she's a Sergeant. Lucy rolls up and chews them out before heading back to her car. What a crappy roll of the dice she got in a team. It'll be interesting to see how this develops in s8 for her. I would love to watch her whip this team into shape. Flex those new Sergeant skills of hers.

Poor Lucy is so sad and bummed when she arrives home. Saying it's 'Wine o Clock' for her LMAO. She’ll get this team in line I'm sure of it. Just growing pains at first. Always is when you get a team for the first time. Celina asks a "Roomie question.'" Wondering if Tim is going to be around more? Celina just assuming Tim is going to be over all the time now. That they need to work out water heater situation. baha I'm hoping they’ll mostly be at Tim’s when they reunite and not at Lucy’s as much tbh. I love how simplistic Celina's thinking is. She's a Sergeant. Tim is a Sergeant. No more obstacles. Problem solved.

Lucy does not view it that way though. Saying they had a lot of other problems. I mean yes that is true. That's why you originally broke up for sure. But the Tim Bradford before you now, Lucy, is someone who’s mostly healed, who is more open, and more at peace with himself than he’s ever been. Which is why they need to have that serious convo. Which leads us to Lucy's reply. Telling Celina they need to have a serious conversation before they do "Anything More."

Celina replying back 'Ok... Well what are you waiting for? *mic drop* Celina Juarez you are an absolute gem. Does crack me up how she backs up as she says it. Knowing a sleep deprived Lucy might take a swing at her. lol Thing is. Lucy has no answer for her. It's not Tim holding that particular train up Lucy. That man has been wanting to have this convo since 7x06.... You know her face it almost reminds me of when Tamara asked Lucy why she’s waiting with Tim in 5x12. The same Oh. huh…face.

Bestie time has arrived and I'm a happy girl. Angela giving Tim shit saying he could find the time of he wanted to. I mean.....She’s right babe…You could. I love her straight up 'That''s a lie.' Can't throw lame excuses down at Angela Lopez's feet. She’ll spot the holes in it instantly and won’t hesitate to call you out Timothy. It's why we love her as your best friend. Gotta love Celina and Angela in these opening scenes. Doing the Lord's work ladies. haha A giddy Chenford fandom thanks you for your service. Tim is still gun shy nonetheless. It's the same hesitation he’s had all year with respecting her boundaries.

She refuses to hear his BS though and makes him take action. Tim's ‘Of course I want to.’ my heart Fandom. He doesn’t want to pressure her. Wants to be respectful of what he did back in 6x06. Breaking her heart and being the one responsible for it. He carries the weight of that with him everywhere. Every day really. Which is amazing to see I will say. Even at the end of the season, it still means so much to see him take responsibility for what he put her through. The severity in which he treats it. Means everything to watch.

This kind of content was but a pipe dream when I was writing stuff up post 6x06. To watch it come to life on screen is so satisfying. His growth has been outstanding this year to say the least. I could write a novel on this man this season but I won't. For now...lol Angela is understanding but letting him know if he doesn’t go for it. He’s gonna break her heart all over again…They’re both stuck in a holding pattern. Angela is trying to nudge him into ending it. Like I said last episode. I was more than happy to watch Tim be the one to fight for her. Angela has ignited a flame in him and I'm not mad about it.

When Miles was all excited to tell Tim he's dating I felt the danger zone coming. I didn't know why but he felt far too chummy about this. They've come a long way since the premiere don't get me wrong. But this was SOOO out of line it actually pissed me off. I haven't felt annoyance towards Texas in a long time. This one didn't sit right with me. The blatant disrespect is what bothered me the most.

Will say Miles saying that was very Aaron of him in the worst way possible. What I mean to say is it was very bold of him. Like how Aaron was with Tim. The friggin balls to even say that though... He was definitely getting too comfy. It was giving me 5x07 vibes. Except, unlike Aaron, he’s completely in the wrong here. Aaron had a point he doesn’t. You’re lucky you’re not dead Jesus Christ Texas.

Tim rips him a damn new one though. Resetting their power dynamic real frigging quick. As he should. God it’s sexy as hell if you ask me. Holy shit. *fans self* You tell em babe! It’s one thing to joke around. It’s another to bring up Lucy and his relationship. Not only that but disrespect Tim in that same breath. What were you thinking Miles?

This was the biggest no no he’s done in quite awhile. That is still an open wound and you hurt him Miles. Also Tim is very on edge about his future with Lucy. This was the worst timing. Disappointed my dude. I have to say. If looks could kill Texas would be dead. That was not a good idea. I’m a little pissed for Tim myself. That’s my boy and you don’t say that kind of shit to him. He still has struggles with loving himself. This is poking at that IMO. Just because he's more of a healed person doesn't mean he's going to take this disrespect. Especially on a personal level.

Oooh he’s pissed. Just look at that unrelenting glare. Holy fuck, Miles you really stepped in it my dear. You can see the absolute regret stained on his face though. Knowing he's lost some of the ground he's gained over the last five eps or so. You can also see how he doesn't want to lose Tim's respect. Like a child who's been scolded and deeply regrets it. It's the final stare Tim throws his way that gives me chills. You really brought back some old school Tim with that comment. Deserved though my friend deserved.

I'm the same way as Tim as a leader in that regard. While I mostly lean towards Lucy and her empathetic approach I pull from Tim too. Respect is the top of my list as well. To insult that is to cut deeper than any other offense. Especially Tim who we all know regards honor and respect so very highly. I think it was good Miles got this knock back into place. He hasn't earned that spot in Tim's life yet and he needed to be reminded of such. You are not Lucy or Angela bub. That was never going to end well for you...

We return to Lucy struggling to find any kind of slumber during the day. So she opens her phone to text her person. But she is hesitant to actually send anything. Just like Angela did for Tim. Celina got the wheels moving in Lucy's head about TIm. Wanting to reach out for that talk but not finding the words. Gah them both opening their phones and wanting to text at the same time. My god damn heart.

You can see his thumbs shake wanting so badly to type something. The way he looks away and tries to gather the courage to text her. Eric’s out here killing the game again. Containing multitudes with a single expression. Just as he's about to text something friggin Miles interrupts it. Ugh. It is cute how he's trying to make amends with almonds Tim likes though.

Unfortunately for him Tim is not in the headspace to receive his amends. He looks so upset with himself that he didn’t text her. Breaking my heart. No one does emotions better than Eric holy shit. King of expressions. Breaking my heart with just a look. He’s being so transparent, not even Miles can miss it. Which is what prompts him asking if he needs a minute? Tim being in a gruff mood with him cuts him to the quick with this reply. You tried Texas lol

Can we just talk about how Tim lights up the moment he see's Lucy? Just look at that man the moment she steps off that elevator. Lucy smile at the ready for her the moment she see's him. That man is so love with her. It continously blows me away how transparent he is this year. Just straight puppy dog in front of others. How times have changed. How soft this man has become this season. I will never be over it.

I adore her asking what advice Tim gave first? So cute eyeing him while she says this. Jesus, the heart-eyes these two are throwing around as Lucy gives Miles advice is unreal. It's very cute though. Like they're reliving their first (and second "first") date. I cannot.

It's a mixture of heart eyes and little bit of eye sex. I'm in awe of these two. How can two people exude so much chemistry just looking at each other? Eric and Melissa are pure magic. We truly could not be luckier that we have these two manning this ship of ours. Makes me emotional in the best way.

Celina can blatantly see what they're throwing down. She is playing Cupid in this moment. Wanting them to connect and talk, since they're being subtle as a hammer in their flirty looks. God bless her for dragging Miles away. She's the real MVP this ep. We love you girl. haha

Tim is SOOO eager to spend some time with her. Look at him being the one to break the cycle. Asking her if she can hang out Wednesday? Wants to catch up with her. Her new team interrupts their nice moment though.

What I love is even though they get interrupted he make’s sure she can. Doesn't let it fall to wayside. He's determined to find some time with her. Not make excuses in doing do. *heart clutch* She tells him she is in. Then it is heart eye nation up in here. Population: two.

Watching Lucy be a bad ass Sergeant is quite delightful. So proud of our girl. I loved her rounding her troops up. Yelling at them to get their asses in gear. They hop right to it. No question and follow her immediately to aid Miles. Then after she's done that calls Miles as she leads the calvary toward him. Asking him where he is and giving him a game plan in the process.

Look at her go. BAMF mode has been activated. Giving me Metro-Tim vibes with how she led her team and Texas. Tim would be so damn proud of her Sergeant skills in this moment. I sure as hell am. She looked comfortable af at the helm like that. I hope this is the turn-around she needs for her team in s8.

There is so much to unpack in this final scene it's unreal Fandom. First off I have to gawk at this man in a blue henley and jeans. Your girl is drooling. A lot. That man in my fav color and a tight shirt? *fans self.* Feral Caitlin has been activated and happy to ogle. Lord have mercy, this man does things to me, and I’m completely here for it. The giving season has been very kind to me Tim-wise. *drinks ice water.* I'm a happy camper.

Second he’s making all her favorites. He clearly put so much thought into this morning of theirs. I'm sure Celina was more than amenable about letting him in early lol He for sure spent an exorbitant amount of money on this to impress his girl too. Like I said last episode he knows everything about her. There is no one who knows Lucy Chen better than Tim does. He can't help when it's anyone else but Lucy? He'll crush that all day long. Also what an incredibly thoughtful thing to do for her. To cook all her favorites. Like Lucy says below she won't have to cook for a week now. It's so sweet.

I said this in s5 and the early half of s6. That Tim is a 10/10 BF to Lucy. The man is so thoughtful in everything he does for her. In the gifts he gave her and ways he cherishes/supports her. In awe of how he takes care of her. He's so excited to take care of her in this way too. The perfect lead up to the convo he wants to have. Tim is radiating happiness from the moment she walks in. His Lucy smile never fades throughout the entire scene. That cute laugh of his with Lucy's joke made my heart skip a bit. He's so happy to be here sharing this moment with her. He's also a little proud of himself for knowing and presenting said favs. Good job love.

Honestly this is a taste of what her future could look like if you ask me. Coming home from a hard shift, and having Tim there to love and support her. To have food ready for them and to talk about their day. In this instance to talk about them. The beautiful thing is with post-therapy Tim he wants to tackle the hard convos now. Is thrilled to finally hash all of this out. I love him telling her to go relax while he takes care of their meal. It's so sweet I'm diabetic. Lucy's face is precious.

She's trying not to get too excited but it's obvious she is happy he is there taking care of her. Also continuously taken aback (in the best way) with this new open Tim she is seeing. Still leaves her reeling. Me too Luce. I love his nervous start. You can hear it in his voice. How he repeats himself a bit. Saying 'so' twice. Trying to gain his footing in this convo. Eric you kill me in the best way. Once he starts he's off to the races though. I'm so proud of him. Telling her he's been thinking the last few months. About everything that has gone down with them.

About whatever it is that they've been doing. Between the hook ups and the potential convos they'd have once she passed. I just adore him thinking on this so much. You know he has been mulling on this since 7x06 really. That's what kick started everything for him. Because it was Lucy who went for it in that moment. Not him. Which got his 'serious talk' brain going. Saying now that all that happened it's time for them to talk. And god that is accurate. We've been waiting for this moment all damn season.

I love this puppy of a man still respecting her with his next line. Saying he never assumed anything about their future. Wants to make sure she knows that. Oh Tim Bradford I love you so much. We hear Lucy give a faint 'Mm.' Which prompts Tim to keep going. Because now that he's started there is no stopping him. Which I love. This has been built up in him for months. He has been dying to have this convo with her. You can tell in his inflection during this portion. Tim saying all the things she’s been waiting to hear. Hell we’ve been waiting to hear too. Oh my lord. I seriously had dreams about a moment like this. There's a great line from 5x18 where Lucy says they're in a 'Beautiful place.'

Tim is in a beautiful place right now as a character and I'm so happy I could cry. Idk that anything has deeply hurt me as much as 6x06 did. It's been a very long time since a ship rocked me like that. I think the last time I was that deeply hurt by a show was my first ever show in Alias. My first ever ship. I won't go into why. Gonna date my ass with this but it was a finale in s2 that scarred my shipper heart for life. IFYKYK. Even twenty-two years later that scene when I re-watch that series still hurts. That'll be 6x06. for me with this show. My point being is it's what makes this scene so god damn cathartic to watch unfold. I was sure she was asleep by this point, but that didn’t make his growth any less satisfying to watch and listen to.

Hearing Tim say he knows the damage he did. He's known most of this year but to hear him openly tell her wrecks me in the best way possible. Telling her after a lot of therapy he finally knows why. Letting her know how effective it's been for him. He's hitting all the boxes for this convo. Letting her know he's been putting in the work. To fix what's been broken inside him. Once again just crying over here everyone, at him saying all this. That she can trust him when he says that he'll never hurt her like that again. He won't. I know he won't. Tim says her name then that line. I'm dead. I'm legit posting from the grave at this point. This scene had me reeling in the best way.

I love him speaking his piece and then getting adorably nervous about the next part. Saying if they were to get back together then they need to take the next step. I've thought this since before s7. I knew this was going to be the rebuild, redemption and next steps for them this season. That after all this growth there was no way just 'dating' was going to be enough. It needed to be headed somewhere serious. A place they were blasting towards before 6x05 happened to them. Moving in together. They basically lived together from the moment they started dating anyways. Only right when they reunite that's where they land. To pick up where they left off now that all this work and healing has occurred.

I love his sweet smile as he wrings his hands turning the corner. His gorgeous Lucy Smile radiating out of him. He's nervous but so very excited as he presents this idea. It reminds me of his giddy smile from 5x08 when he asked her out. Wanting to let her know he is ALL IN. Wants to give them a real shot. Tim wants to move in with her. This is HUGE. He wants this to be their next step if they reunite (They will don't worry) This man loves her so much and just poured out his entire heart for all of us to see. We know what future he wants with her. Also I wouldn't be opposed to having more of Tim's place with her moving in. That would be a glorious upside to it. Eric fought so hard for that set. It should be used like crazy. Can't think of a better purpose.

Also let's note how Lucy couldn't sleep the entire episode. Not a wink. Then she comes home to Tim taking care of her. Not only that but being the emotional support he's been all year. Building her up and being her steady anchor. He's her safe harbor again. Lucy felt safe in every aspect around him again. This scene reflects that with her falling asleep. This a huge win for us. When Tim said 'That was a good try.' It was an incredible try Tim. Incredible. The tender placing of the blanket and the sweet kiss on her head. I'm dead once again. His hopeful 'To be continued.' has me squeeing. This man isn't going to give up just because she fell asleep. We are headed to wonderful happy things in s8 I just know it.

Season Wrap-This season has been crazy good. It was a Wildcard in the best way. I legit didn't expect more than half the things that went down. I keep calling it the giving season because it truly was. And not just for my feral Tim needs lol Although those particular needs were well met. So many reasons i listed over the season and will again in my in-depth. Kudos to Eric for how he portrayed Tim this entire season. He has been masterful. Tim was still his usual grumpy self at his core BUT he changed. He was more emotionally open and gave advice. To NOLAN. To JOHN FRIGGIN NOLAN. Not only did he give advice he was actually happy to. And the kicker was it was on relationships. He used his failings with Lucy to help him.

It wasn't just Lucy he was soft with either. It was everyone around him. He was more emotionally available to everyone around him. It's why he and Miles ended up in the place they did in their dynamic. Also need to give Kudos to Melissa this year as well. She played the conflicted side of it so well this season. You could see her slowly melt from 7x01 on up. Mixed in with a deep hesitancy to let Tim all the way back in. Did this just by her body language alone and incredible facial expressions. She too was incredible at portraying that in Lucy this season. We are so very blessed with the leads we have for this couple Fandom. It's not a secret how much I loved this season. I can see why it was one of Eric's favorites. That was easy to see further we went.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little sad they weren't back together at the end of the finale. But I'm not mad about it. I know some may be upset about this and frustrated. I get it. I do. But to me this season was about rebuilding them from the ground up. The deeper we got the more I saw that vision. I commend the writers for their mature slow burn. It's what they needed to get from 6x06 to where this season ended.

There was an interview way way back. I can't remember when it was. I wanna say pre-7x06. It was with Lis and Melissa. Where Melissa was asked how we would feel at the end of the season for Chenford. She said the fans would feel like they were left hanging. And that has stuck in my brain all season long. I guessed there was a good chance we would have a cliffhanger alluding to a reunion. Which we got.

Now this will be a long hiatus. Very long. Won't have those bad asses above on our screen for awhile. But the future is crazy bright for them. I feel it. I mean he wants to live with her. He thinks that’s the next proper step. To have her move into HIS HOUSE. Have it be THEIR HOUSE. They could be a little patch work family with Kojo. This man is going to give it another 'try' and Lucy is going to say yes I know it. We're going to get our proper talk. This episode surrounded around Nolan and that's ok it should. He is the main character after all. So there wasn't a lot of time left for a proper scene after Tim's catharsis and pledge to never hurt her again.

We didn't have enough time for her reaction and such. Would've felt rushed. A friend and I were talking about how this ending was Alexi keeping us on the hook. (I mean I'm always on the hook for them lol)That all he has to do in s8 is reel us in LOL That's what's on the other side of this hiatus Fandom. Getting reeled in. We're gonna get there. I guarantee you. But for now yeah the wait sucks but I am beyond amped for s8. Gonna be amazing I promise. Till then I shall see you all in my reblogs I do of sets and when I eventually start up my master list in-depth additions later this year.

I'll post when I'm ready to start those up. Probably wont be early summer like I had planned with mid-season premiere and all. But I'll let you all know when they are coming. Thank you as always for the support I was given this year. The likes, comments (love these) and reblogs. You are the reason and fuel for why I do this. It's so much fun to do first thoughts and do the season together. No doubt I'll do this again for s8. :)

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Side notes

My Millennial brain exploded at Celina explaining dating terms to Miles. Like WHY lol WHY is this dating now?

'Back in my day we went to bars' LMFAO I love you Timothy Bradford. Never change my love. Not everyone meets the love of their life on the job sweets.

Love some Harper and John goodness I will say. They were a huge part of the reason I loved s2 so much. I've missed the good duos and ensembles and this year delivered with that.

Sure I’m supposed to care about Monica but I don’t....Sorry lol I would be more fascinated if it was Oscar they cut the deal with tbh. He's terrible but god damn if I don't love it every time he shows up. He is right up there with Rosalind. RIP.

Lastly proud of myself for dodging spoilers like a god damn ninja. It wasn't easy. So frustrating that the finale got leaked. After all the cast and crew did to keep this season locked down. Heard it was accidental while that may be true sure that person was wicked fired lol

[phoebeegreen3]

Capri Persson (F1) ― news

🏎 SUMMARY: What if the best driver of recent years isn't actually him? What if the best driver is actually hiding something else? Would he still be the best? Or just a simple fraud? 📓 GENRE: secret identity / rivals to lovers / he felt first, she felt harder / soulmates / slow burn 📬 PARTS: book one (two parts) / CP9, book two (one part) 🏆 CAPRIPERSSON.MASTERLIST

July 3, 2019

From the moment he stepped onto the Formula 3 scene, Capri Persson has stirred the waters of the racing world. With his unmistakable ART Grand Prix helmet—now a signature of his presence—Persson has built not only a reputation but an aura. He is fast, enigmatic, and utterly captivating. His helmet has become his identity, and the mystery it conceals only fuels the legend. To this day, no one truly knows who lies behind the visor of Capri Persson. But what is certain is this: he is a brilliant driver, destined for a place among Formula One's elite.

Persson's rise has been defined as much by his performance as by the enigma surrounding him. His thirst for victory is undeniable, his talent unmistakable. Those who have witnessed him race speak of a natural gift—raw, instinctive, and rare. Yet the question lingers: who is Capri Persson? There are almost no public records, no photographs, no face to match the name. It's a mystery that has followed him since his earliest karting days. While he raced alongside names like Lando Norris, Alex Albon, and George Russell, Persson was the only one who shielded his appearance from the public eye. And the theories have only multiplied.

The most widely circulated story begins long before Persson ever sat in a kart. It traces back to a tragic car crash in his home country—an accident that claimed the lives of a mother and her two-year-old child, left the father in a coma for four years, and left the surviving eight-year-old boy with severe burns. The tragedy made national headlines at the time. Some believe that child grew up to become Capri Persson. The dates align. The nationality matches. And the incident would explain the profound silence that surrounds his identity.

Real or not, the myth does not outweigh the man. Capri Persson has shown the world what truly defines him: the way he races. Clean. Calculated. Unrelenting. His performance in Formula 2 earned him the title of Driver of the Year, and his ascent shows no signs of slowing down. With rumors swirling and Red Bull's team principal increasingly attentive to his every move, the paddock can't help but wonder: will Red Bull be the ones to unveil the mystery and secure the victories of Capri Persson?

extract from Fox Sport, 2019

October 29, 2019

It's official. ART Grand Prix driver Capri Persson is leaving Formula 2 to become the new driver for AlphaTauri in Formula 1. Why not Red Bull Racing?

AlphaTauri had already announced Pierre Gasly as part of their lineup, but one spot remained unconfirmed—until now. Yet even after the announcement, the identity behind the helmet remains largely unknown. Team Principal Franz Tost stated that the entire community is thrilled to have Capri joining the grid, but emphasized that the move does not mean the driver's identity will be revealed.

Persson's own teammate has already spoken about the excitement and the ongoing mystery surrounding him, but Capri Persson has yet to make a public statement. It has been well known since last F2 season that Persson only communicates with the media through written statements personally signed by him. So far, the young driver has remained firm in winning the F2 championship and appears ready to take on his next challenge.

The curious part? This year, Christian Horner has been spotted observing the young driver—though we assume we'll have to wait a bit longer to see them on the same team.

extract from ESPN website, 2019

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Part 1 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

When Alex managed to get Kara to talk, J'onn and Winn was already at the DEO.

Honestly speaking, Kara didn't know herself why everything Lena said upset her so much.

It's not like she was entirely wrong. Lena Luthor was the only sister of Lex Luthor, daughter of Lilian Luthor, so basically it wasn't much of a stretch to assume that she was like them.

"Lena Luthor, 22 years old, claimed to be abducted a month ago after car accident on her way to the National City, reported by her friend and colleague Samantha Arias. She was supposed to move here to take over Luthor Corp after Lex was sentenced to the prison. Right now that is all we know". Alex reported to J'onn while Winn tinkered with something on the table near.

"And no one knows where she is after a month?" Kara asked incredulously.

"No one searched", Alex's grim answer made Winn look up from his ghost vacuum. "Police didn't find anything, and well, they wasn't the most enthusiastic about it. And we were swamped with work even without someone who is not even on the DEO's territory".

"Well, we have time now", Winn shrugged. "We need to find... the body. She has a friend who's worried about her. Friend with a child actually. Lena Luthor seemed close to their family".

They all fell silent. Lena being a ghost didn't gave any positivety to their search.

"Find everything about her", J'onn said to Winn, lowering his heavy hand on Kara's shoulder. It was grounding to feel the pressure unlike usual. "I'll talk with officers and then we'll go to the site".

Kara was stuck between her feelings. She didn't know Lena for long so it was strange to worry for her like that and there was their families' history also, but still. Kara was the only one to see her, the only one to hear someone who was basically kidnapped after a car crush. It was complicated.

"I'll go home for a bit. Maybe... she's there".

/ / / / / / / /

"Lena?"

Kara tentatively asked, walking around her apartment. It was quiet and empty as it was supposed to be.

"We are going to find you", she still said to nothing. "I don't know what kind of person you were but I still want to help you. No one deserves to be abandoned."

Her living room was still empty but somehow it wasn't as cold as before.

"I'll find you. And then we'll talk, okay? Just wait for me".

Flying back to the DEO, Kara didn't know that transperent eyes followed her fluttering cape.

/ / / / / / / /

They left Winn in the building as the support, while Alex was contacting with the police, and went to the place, where Lena was last seen. Of course, no one had much hope, still accident happened the whole month ago, but J'onn decided that with their heightened senses they can still get some clues.

So Kara was looking with her x-ray vision for the parts someone could miss. When she turned it off she suddenly noticed someone standing at the side of the road.

"Lena!" Kara rushed to her, despite J'onn's raised brow.

Lena was standing near some random bush, lost in thoughts.

"You are here! I was afraid I won't see you anymore..." it was a bit embarrassing to admit, but no less true. It was a strange attachment, but Kara blame it on the responsibility she has as Supergirl and as the only person able to see Lena.

"You said you won't give up on me", Lena smiled, but it still lacked the gentle wonder her smiles had the day prior. "I wanted to honor your determination".

"Do you remember something?"

"Just blurred moments. It was a day time, I was driving. Why I was driving myself?" Lena muttered, her gaze unfocused. "Then I was afraid. Something happened, it seems. Then I was in pain. Someone talked to me. Then nothing".

"It's already a lot", Kara almost tried to took Lena's hand, before remembering that it won't work. So she was left awkwardly wringing her hands. "We'll look around some more".

"It'so strange to hear you talking to yourself", Winn intervened in her ear. Kara ignored him.

She left Lena there to tell J'onn (and Winn) what happened, but never once Supergirl took her eyes off her for longer than 20 seconds.

J'onn quietly said that it was fortunate that Lena returned. Kara flashed him a grateful smile.

"Miss Luthor, do you remember if you had any devices on you?" J'onn asked in the general direction of Lena, after the hour of examining every piece of junk they could find in the two mile radius.

Lena's image flickered a little while she was thinking. Kara suddenly thought that if Lena was used to flying, she would've wobbled in the air.

"Well, I think I talked with someone while driving, so the phone, I guess? Also... Something small..." she flickered some more, each time somehow more agitated than last.

"I pressed something while everything was hurting. Something no one would've noticed, something I could press while losing cosciousness..." Lena's form suddenly stabilized. She looked at them with realization.

"I had emergency button in my sleeve".

[mydearthisbe]

Ayesha Liveblogs Derry Girls S1-S3

“Macaulay Culkin might be divorcing his parents.” “Do you hear this? This’ll be someone she met at that stupid summer scheme you insisted we send her on.” I like that this is both the context setting that it’s in the 90s and Macaulay Culkin being an incredibly Irish name. It has layers

“Why don’t you just leave my Mary alone?” “Because we’ve been married for 17 years, Joe. We have two children!” HHJHGKJGJH I love this exchange

“I’m not being an individual on my own.” This is a perfect summary of what it’s like to be in high school

“But you’d specifically like me to go. Just so we’re clear.” Erin being unable to be normal around David is also relatable teen antics

Jdjdjdjdk not James being sent to the girls’ school because the boys’ school would beat him for being English

The first year on the bus is a really good representation of the current vibes of the school system. It’s rough out here

We’ve only had Michelle for five minutes, but she’s already instigated two confrontations:

“Speaking of pupils who needs to watch their back, let me introduce: James Maguire.” JSJSJS what a way to introduce a student

Honestly fair of Mandy’s little sister for not accepting the apology

“Erin, what in God's name..?” “Did you kill that wee nun, girls?” "Of course we didn't." "Then why were you pissing on her dead body and making sandwiches?" “Say nothing til we've seen a lawyer.” They’ve covered the full spectrum of advice

If I were Erin, with friends who are instigating conflict (Michelle), losing it under the slighest pressure (Clare), and reading my diary out loud over school (Orla), I, too, would crash out

Orla with her lighter during the school concert LMAO

“Sadly, I am unable to come on this one, as I despise the French.” So real, Sister Michael

“Looks like I'm gonna need someone to hang out with.” “It would be an honour.” 50-50 on if Charlene is actually unpleasant or if Erin is projecting

“Just dip into your trust fund, I do it all the time.” Crazy thing to expect your peers to have

[Orla, to her mum, Sarah] “I don't have [a trust fund].” [Orla's mum to Mary, her sister] “I take it that means I don't have one.” Mary's really carrying this family's common sense

“I just assumed they were all dead cat posters.” “Missing cat posters.” “If you’re an optimist.” There's so much rapid fire silliness it is almost hard to catch it all

Well, I do think it's on James for denouncing chips and the chippy

Why would anyone hire someone who stole a noticeboard?? Michelle really doesn't think long-term at any juncture

“I just think it might be best if I moved on, friendship-wise.” “You are aware you’re talking to your current friends?” Valid response, Clare

Bold of Fionnula to leave the kids who have already stolen from her in the chip shop to clean it up unsupervised

Arguably, you could say these are natural consequences:

Kdkdkdkd I can see where Erin and Orla get their tendencies to lean into mischief, staging a hostage situation is a big step-up from causing a small house fire

“I'm half torn. This is wrecking my head.” “What? Have you been drinking?” “Yes I have.” I assume we'll talk about Michelle's alcohol issues at some point soon

“I can't tell my rebellions from my risings.” “Whose fault's that? If your lot had stopped invading us for five fucking minutes, there'd be a lot less to wade through, you English prick.” I think James might've walked into that one

“You can’t waste Esther’s time like that.” The fact they know are on first name basis with Childline rep

All of the others having a religious experience while Erin is just mourning her dog and knowing the tears of the Virgin Mary are piss. Also. There's a lot of piss related plot lines in these first few eps

Unfortunately, Handsome Priest Peter bears the burden of having to measure up to Hot Priest from Fleabag and Adam Brody as a Rabbi, and I just don't think he can compete with that line up:

“And you know who else doesn't think you're a dick, James? Our Lord.” Very youth pastor of Peter LOL

“Proof at last, Peter. Proof at last.” I think as long as Peter's looking for confirmation God exists, he's gonna have a tough time as a priest

It is actually very sweet and sad that James has finally found someone who tolerates him and it's Peter, Priest Who Wants to Dig Up Dead Dogs

“He has... risen. It's truly a miracle.” Like mother, like daughter, Mary is also easily caught in a lie

Deciding to traumatize your daughter by thinking her dog is dead rather than admit you've given it away is like, some premeditated evil LMAO

“[Remaining in the priesthood] became more challenging when I met this amazing girl. There was just this...” “Connection?” “Exactly. You know, made me question everything, doubt everything. Who knows, if God hadn't sent me this sign, I might've even left the priesthood to be with her.” Oh this is very Fleabag. Poor Peter, Piss Puppy Priest

“She has been well and truly hoist by her own petard.” You know, say what you will about Erin's academic skills, she's got a very poetic vocabulary

Between the dead nun and the notice board and fire and the church hoax, it seems like the Derry Girls are known for nothing but terrorizing the town:

“Please don't worry yourselves too much about the whole civil war, sectarian conflict, carry on.” It is very interesting to reflect on the fact there were actually Chernobyl kids sent to Ireland at this time. Wonder if they got a similar speech

“But you're not two different religions here, you're different flavours of the same religion, no?” Katya raises a true but sensitive point

I mean good for James if he enjoys Katya for getting with a girl with no effort on his part

“Two buns, he says you ordered.” “I often do.” “An apple turnover and cream horn.” Mary said: I have not forgotten your church wink, Dad, never underestimate an eldest daughter's ability to investigate

“Winking? At your age? Christ, I feel sick.” LMAO the slutshaming of grandpa is making me giggle kghkghg

I'd sympathize with Erin's angst about her letters not being read more if she was less abrasive to Katya

“I'm not comfortable with you talking about my girlfriend like this.” I guess James does like Katya back

“She's also opened my mind about how we need to break down barriers here, to no longer define ourselves as Irish or British, Catholic or Protestant, but simply as human [...]” One interaction with a Ukranian person has Clare aiming to break generational sectarian trauma

Jenny having Artem on a leash. Good god khgkhg

“Have you got a Union Jack splashed across your tits, Clare?” "I'm making a point.” “Is the point, 'I'd like to get beaten up?” Michelle may be an instigator, but she'll also stop her friends from going full stupid

As a side note, the most unrealistic part of all these house parties in the UK and Ireland is how much space there is in these house parties. I've never seen such an open floor plan

“Like, I don't think [condoms]'re legal in Derry.” Erin, like one of my childhood friends when in middle school, is perhaps under the impression that her parents only had sex twice, to conceive both children

“She doesn't love him. She's just using him. She just wants something to do. But she can't do James. He's not a pastime or plaything.” Erin's urgency to prevent James from hooking up does seem like a crush

That Erin and Michelle can't picture Clare having sex (presumably in their minds, with a man) is perhaps foreshadowing

Also I feel as though we are breezing past the Rave Chicken Dance

“How could he bring her here, into our mother's home?” “You mother never lived in this house.” I did wonder about that, thank you for clarifying Gerry

The way that Mary and Sarah go full funeral to meet Maeve:

“I won't let you do it.” Erin is truly so up in James's business

The comedic panning from Sarah and Mary saying Grandpa's flaunting his romance in their faces to show him and Maeve praying over their mum. Poetic cinema

“Whatever you do, don't slag off the Pope. We're outnumbered.” LMAO CLIVE OUTING HIMSELF AS A PROTESTANT BECAUSE OF CLARE'S SHIRT

“We like to buy Jenny present to thank her for nice party.” Erin could've asked literally anyone and would've saved herself a lot of public embarassment

Say what you will, at least Erin's friends who were not directly involved were willing to leave the party with her

“She is racist, patronizing bitch.” “I am a racist, patronizing bitch.” Erin said: I can excuse xenophobia, but I draw the line at a grammatical error

Also: Crazy for Katya to choose Jenny as a host after she kept Clive on a leash

“Good for you, Mr. Joe. She is hot, and you are not dead, yet.” Katya's seal of approval on Maeve, if no one else's

[Holding a picture of his deceased wife] “And they're right. You were perfect.” JOEEEEE

“Did you just call the Order Order 'cracker'?” “I'm considering joining.” “I don't think they accept Catholics, or you know, acknowledge our right to exist.” This is helpful context

“I am psychic, Erin. I did a course. I got a certificate.” This is how it feels to go to white people yoga

I can understand Mary's hesitation to take two more of her daughter's friends, especially when one friend is Michelle, who has every vice known to teen girl

“I mean, if anything, the gay thing sort of cancels out the English thing.” This is the most iconic dialogue from this show

The tarot cards car versus the family car being shaken while they consider sacrificing James really covers the spectrum of coping abilities in this social circle

“I think there's something really sexy about the fact they hate us so much.” Someone get Michelle in therapy

The way the man keeps trying to casually shut himself back in the trunk kills me. Also. How, with 10 people's things, would they have trunk space for a whole adult man? Did he take some luggage out to fit?

“Why doesn't someone just call the police?” “'Cause that's not how things work around here, James.” On brand for a British guy to want to call the police

Also on brand for Grandpa Joe to willingly aid and abet:

“Well, it's a risk we have to take.” “No, it's not, Joe.” Poor Gerry, constant voice of reason

I mean in fairness, if they do leave him at the diner, he could climb in someone's else's trunk and be on his merry way

“The physical thing isn't really working for me yet. I'm not saying you won't grow on me. You're not a bad looking lad. But the ginger element... well, I've sort of got a borderline phobia.” “I'm not ginger.” “There's a tinge, Emmett. And while I can't say it won't be a struggle, I'm willing to try.” Imagine a teenage girl in whose car you've stowed away starts explaining that she'll lower her attractiveness standards for you, a member of the IRA

“Have you killed anyone, son?” “No. Well, at least not directly.” Emmett said: Mama raised a resistor, not a liar

Emmett could sense things going south and cut his losses LOL

“Look, I know Louise meant a lot to you all.” “She's not dead, Erin.” “Well, not yet. Hopefully she won't, you know, die, but if she does, the show must go on.” I can see why Erin is not very popular at school

“But I'm bored now, so looks like I probably will [let this happen].” Sister Michael charms me, she's so funny

Joe hates his son-in-law more than he loves his daughter (not vouching for him to get the photos of her birthday)

I guess the Derry Girls do belatedly get their own individuality in their uniforms due to the pinkwashing

“I don't really believe in lesbians." Toss up if Orla knows what a lesbian is

“This is about, you know, gay rights.” Very passionate, Erin

“But that's censorship.” “Well done. You are correct. You're being censored, now go.” Me when I'm being a hater about what other people post online LMAO

Good on Sarah for being the one to come through for photos

“It's wall-to-wall lesbians out there.” I wish!!!

“Brigitte Gallagher, who works in the post office [is a lesbian].” “I believe so.” “Is she not a vegetarian, Da?” “Sorry, you're right. Vegetarian, Brigitte is.” There's a joke to be made but it's low-hanging fruit (no pun intended) so instead I'll say: Me too (gay* and vegetarian)

*[Nick Nelson voice] I'm bi, actually

“I just don't understand what they eat.” PU—

James and Clare are the two halves of me before coming out:

“You know what, Jenny? I don't think I did [hear you].” Sister Michael said: I'm no longer bored

“Everything makes you nervous, Clare. You're a walking cack attack.” "I can't help that, it's the way god made me.” Also me too, Clare

“Erin, it's me. I'm the wee lesbian.” Good for Clare ❤️

“You made me realize it's all okay.” "Don't blame me.” Erin said: Have you heard of performative activism? I am a big fan

“Well, I'm sorry, Clare, but I'm just not interested in you, not like that.” "'Not interested in you like that.' Look at the state of you.” Iconic and appropriate response from Clare

“You know what else is staggering? Your gayness.” ERIN PLEASE

McCool is a very fun last name and on brand for Orla

“She might be a dick. But she's my dick.” "Actually, she's our dick.” Erin and Clare have sorted out their differences

“The device was denotated at 3pm this afternoon. The RUC say no warning was given.” NOW DERRY GIRLS, WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY

S2

I appreciate that we're opening with the Friends across the Barricade, that's nice

“Or can you not get Protestant lesbians?” “No, I think you can get them all right, it's just—” Imagine if it was only Catholics

“You're a very talented people.” I guess Lesbian is to 90s Derry as Person of Colour is to 2000s Canada LMAO

“No funny business with these Protestant lads, is that clear? I don't want anybody landing back here pregnant.” That's a fair concern sending your kids to an overnight camp

“I don't see why we have to buy them a present. I mean, they already have all the land, all the jobs, and all the fucking rights.” Michelle's out-of-pocket commentary finally has a point

“But that's not fair, he's the only good-looking one.” “The rest of us are right here.” Erin speaks as if no one can hear her always

James trying to make a guy friend and being as weird as possible about it

“Do you mean when you shacked up with a slutty hairdresser, but then she dumped you?” HAHAHA welcome back Piss Priest Peter

“What about the fact we all feel, and love, and hope, and... Write this down. We all cry. We all laugh. We all dream.” I actually think Peter is a good facilitator, this is just how it is to lead a group conversation for teens sometimes

“I really like this one, have you seen the video—” “Let's cup the crap Dee.” “Sorry?” “You know why I'm here. But before we begin—” “Begin what?” “I won't have as many moves as you.” Dee really tried to start a normal conversation and Erin wouldn't let him

“I love beer, and football, and poker, and you know, tits.” James also won't let Jon have a normal conversation hahaha

Somehow Michelle is the only one of them who can successfully interact with a man

“You will go far in life, Jenny. But you will not be well-liked.” LMAO even Sister Michael is advising Jenny against snitching

You could not PAY me to take a high school absailing lmao

“Look at his eyes, he's a madman, a Fenian-hating madman. Don't let let the Jaffa bastard hurt me, please.” Perhaps it's on Peter for sending the most anxious student first

Also, jkghkjghkgj @ them introducing a deaf character just to make their main plot accidental hate speech through mishearing

“Because all Protestants are the same, aren't they, girls?” “Yes.” “No.” “And this guy's really creepy, and a bit sort of, sexist. And she carries a knife and makes people bury their own excrement.” I think this is a fair vent from these guys

I was just thinking that the parents were the similarity, but then Erin said it too!

Ms. De Brun has a fun entrance in her motorcycle gear

“This isn't bold, Erin. It's someone failing to bold.” That's not a real critique, Ms. De Brun, substantiate your staement

I actually do feel bad for Mary and Gerry for not being able to go on a date night by themselves

“She ripped up your poems?” “She said we weren't writing from the soul.” “Well, why in under God weren't you writing from the soul?” It was foolish of me to assume Mary might take the kids' side

“God, but I love that accent, James!” It does make me feel better when people actually say nice things to James. He's a bit of a dick, but he is constantly catching strays

Please, the fact they're all wearing De Brun's winged eyeliner jhkhk

“I'd die for her as well, but I'm also conscious of the fact we've only known her, like, two days.” “And?” “Well, isn't it a bit weird she's invited her house at night?” YES, CLARE, YES IT IS! WHY IS YOUR TEACHER BRINGING STUDENTS HOME AT NIGHT

WHY IS SHE GIVING HER STUDENTS ALCOHOL??? CRAZY

“t's my favourite quote. What's yours?” “Be careful, child, of the doll made of glass, for if you hold her too tightly, she will break and you will bleed.” “I don't think I'm familiar with that one. Who's it by?” “Me. It's by me.” I love that Erin is confident to say her favourite quote is herself

“Well, that's a bit inappropriate.” “Your ma's a bit inappropriate.” Drunk Clare is so silly, it's endearing

“We'll give him back on the condition that Ms. De Brun is rightfully reinstated.” What about your school makes you think they'll respond well to blackmail, Erin?

“We need a copy of today's newspaper.” “Why?” “It's just the done thing, kidnapping wise.” Not James the kidnapping afficianado

Well, breaking the statue seems like the natural progression

Do you think these mothers are ever like, maybe our kids shouldn't hang out anymore?

“It was an accident, Mammy.” “So you accidentally wrote a ransom note, did you?" You see, I think that's the first thing they should've tossed

“She shouldn't have been sacked.” “She wasn't.” SHE SHOULD'VE BEEN, SHE GOT MINORS DRUNK AT HER HOUSE

I'm glad that Mary finally found the ending of the Usual Suspects

“I sort of hope [peace] works out for all of us, Sarah.” Oh, Mary!!

“Sure, why don't you just sell the wains into white slavery and be done with it?” Insane thing to say, Grandpa Joe

“I think we have a Code Red on our hands.” Now why would Clare claim there's an abandoned suitcase during The Troubles. They could just say the suitcase is snacks and soda, and the Belfast is to see friends. They're so bad at lying khgjhgkj

LMAO why could they not have just gotten back on the bus

“I'm a bit scared of [travellers], is that racist?” “Yes.” “Very much so.” Erin and Clare are right about that one

“We're travellers, so obviously, violent.” Alright, Hat Guy, it's totally reasonable for a group of young women to be concerned that adult men are chasing them without saying anything about a lost wallet (and even if they had said, still reasonable!! Street harrassment is a safety concern)

That said, bold of the girls to jump into a stranger's van

OH MY GOD THEY LEFT JAMES HGKJHGKJ

“James has the tickets.” Well, that solves that questions

Jonjo's genuine regret at losing James because he doesn't like Gary Barlow's songwriting LMAO

Gerry's joy over the girls making it to the concert while not telling the other parents. He's such a good dad:

Sarah wearing a full white gown to a wedding does feel on brand for her

“Isn't a crying shame neither of you got her looks?” Bridie proving why even their mum Marie couldn't stand her sister. Every family has one

“Mammy, they don't come separately.” “Aye, we're pack animals, Mary.” This is very sweet but as someone whose friends have planned so many weddings lately, I feel like they'd be booted out immediately

They really do love a group dance at a party moment. So far there's been one per season

“Look, Michelle, drugs are illegal, drugs are addictive, but perhaps most importantly, in this country, you can lose your kneecaps if you're caught doing them.” Clare truly is under duress at all times

“Nothing but a pair of hallions.” “Come on now, Bridie, that's enough of that.” Gerry defends his wife, as he should

“I really think you were a disappointment to [your dead mother], you know.” I feel that this tirade is going to get Bridie punched in the mouth

“Ach, drop dead, you spiteful old hag.” [Bridie dies] That's a much funnier way to end this confrontation, 10/10, no notes:

“I didn't kill her.” “You know what I mean. Not kill. Hex.” “I didn't hex her either, Da.” HAHAHAH Poor Mary

“I looked into it, and Mammy's death, it doesn't meet the official requirements [of a curse], so you're completely in the clear on that front, Mary.” Let it not be said that Cousin Eammon is not an understanding man

“They're drug scones.” Not Michelle drugging people at the wake

“Is this my wake? Am I in hell?” Oh, Sister Michael kjhgkjghg

“I think you're doing a fine job. Keep up the good work.” Joe's compliment to Gerry's is the biggest hint that anyone's high

“She's wearing Mammy's earrings.” I thought one of the kids might disturb the body, but I guess it's going to be Mary and Sarah

If they had just done the scone flush a bit at a time, I think it'd have been successful. Alternatively, just toss them in the bushes

After this family looting his mother's corpse and flooding the house with drug scones, I think Cousin Eammon is fair to be done with them

“How's your scoots now, Erin, love?” “Aye, they're clearing up.” At least they weren't caught for the scones

“I bagged us up there a couple [scones].” SPOKE TOO SOON

“I'd like to introduce Mae Chung.” I think things are about to get racist, they can't even handle Protestants

“We're gonna have [singing] a '50s prom.” Oh, that's fun I guess??

“Maybe we don't need a Chinese person. We've already got a lesbian.” What a thing to say

“I've always wanted a gay friend. I mean, ideally a fella.” I don't think Mae is long for this friend group, I've never seen her floating around in Derry Girls posts

[Tearfully] “It was mutual. It was definitely a mutual thing.” Awww John Paul

“Erin's just sacked Clare as her prom date so she coild take a fella she fancies.” “Bad craic, Erin. Very bad craic.” Even Mae knows that this isn't cool

I hope that Mae and Clare end up going out after being prom dates

“I'm sorry James, but Chinese people are just better than English people.” I'll allow it, Orla

“I'm going out with the biggest ride in Derry, but I'm jealous of your new friend.” There's truth in Erin's sarcastic comments

Also I haven't said, but I love the rainbow pins on Clare's lapel

“You asked Granda to the prom?” “Well, everyone kept saying, you have to ask a fella you really like, and he's the fella I like the most.” AWWW ORLA 🥺💗

I think Erin might get stood up in her nice, uncomfy dress

“Nobody crosses me, Clare.” I knew Mae was too good to be true

“You didn't bring both boys to prom, did you Michelle?” She was too in danger of having a successful social interactions

ORLA AND GRANDPA JOE'S DANCE IS SOOOO CUTE

“Ah, Trampy Tara.” “We've just started see each other, actually.” “Oh, no... not that kind of trampy. We just call her that because she's got quite a heavy gait.” HAHA nice save, Clare

“I know Mae from back home.” “From China?” “Donegal.” I appreciate the repeated clarification of Mae being from Donegal

“Did she ever tell you why she had to leave?” Did Mae get kicked out of her last school for bullying jkhgkjg

“Your mum rang me.” JAMESSSSS what a sweetheart, I am rooting for these two

The comfy Easter dress!! Love that for Erin as well

“As of midnight tonight, after 25 years, the IRA have called a ceasefire.” Oh!!!! 💘💘💘💘💘

“We were trying to save you.” No good deed goes unpunished

The assembly songs are a very realistic part of this show

“That totally just wrecked my buzz.” Are we never going to talk about Michelle's substance abuse issues?

“Because tomorrow, the President of the United States of America is coming here, to Derry. You're a little young to perhaps understand the enormity of this. A few short months ago, this would've been unimaginable, but here we are... and I for one, can barely believe it. I mean people in this place stop killing each other for five minutes, and whole world loses the absolute run of itself.” Sister Michael's speech was starting to sound a little optimistic hahaha, I should've expected the turn

Orla and James wearing Clare's rainbow pins!! That's such a cute costuming detail

It is endearing that the girls believe Chelsea Clinton is their friend

“Sometimes in order to the right thing, you have to do the wrong thing.” Clare said: I am not above truancy for historic events

“My aunt Cathy.” “Hello mum.” Lol @ James and Michelle letting the girls yell kidnap before correcting them

“I've no time for Cathy Maguire. The woman abandoned her own wain, Sarah.” That's also how I feel about James's mum, Mary

I do support Joe's logic in not wanting Colm to double up on president meetings when he hasn't met one

“Sometimes I'll just say something to get me from one sentence to the other, Joe.” Relatable, Colm

You know, telling your parents the truth about things you're doing (skipping school) and them thinking it's a joke is a solid strategy. It worked when I got my first tattoo

“It was always, 'Oh Cathy, why did you stay out all night?' Or, 'Who was that man you were having dinner with, Cathy?” Cathy's a piece of work kjhgkjhgkjg

James looks at his mother with such adoration, poor boy

It's on Grandpa Joe for not simply going where the President was scheduled to appear

Now Michelle and Erin also have the rainbow pins!! I love that

“I'm leaving. I'm going back to London with mum.” Oh, James!! They're so sad, the girls really do love their wee English fella

“She'll let you down again, you do realize that.” Michelle is trying her best to look out for James

“It's not like I belong here, I never did.” “That's not true. You're a Derry girl now, James.” AWWWW MICHELLE

“But you're one of us.” “I have to do this." “But I don't want you to.” This is the most sincere Michelle's ever been

Also. I imagine that shortly James is going to be staying in Derry

HAHAHAHAH everybody but Jenny and Aisling skipping anyway

“For God's sake, Jenny. You need to learn when to push back.” Hahaha Sister Michael said: I have a reputation to maintain, but I'm not a complete tyrant

“I'm a Derry girl.” YEAH YOU ARE, JAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The way they left seeing Bill Clinton speak to go see James!!

Orla jumping into James's arms and Michelle wrapping him the flag. I love themmmm

These are my Derry Girls!!! The overlapping historical events and friend themes get me every time

S3

I like Erin's new haircut, it suits her well! Shame about James's

“His Ma only sends him really expensive shit, you know. To make up for the fact she doesn't love him.” A harsh but accurate look at James's life

Clare's secondhand stress for her friends' exam results LOL

“Is that not a breach of his human rights?” “No, because he's a cat." I love Mary and Sarah's interactions

“It is a library, Dennis. It's a video library.” Oh, the 90s

“Why are you still talking to me?” Sister Michael said: I'm not available for conversation during the summer

“I was a scholar when I met you, Erin, a scholar!” “You were three!” They are such silly and accurate childhood friends

Every conflict in Derry Girls is premised upon people being unreasonable. Who would break into a school rather than wait like, 8 hours for their GSCE results

Not James filming video evidence for their school crimes

“We can't go around killing people's pets, Da. There'll be riot.” “We haven't had one of them in a while.” Sarah remarks on every serious event like it's the weather

I do kinda think that Seamus is being framed for the pet attacks

“We're gonna have to get rid of the body.” I'd say just put it in the road, but no one here is that reasonable

“Thanks for giving us a hand girls. Honestly, can't thank you enough.” I suspect these girls are helping people rob their school

“I'm slightly worried we might have accidentally helped burgle the school.” As you should be, Clare

I guess this is the police interrogation scene I've seen around

I'm sure Joe and Gerry burying a body (if a little bunny rabbit) in the night will not backfire at all. Could they not have just buried it in their own yard?

PLEASE, THEY GOT LIAM NEESON FOR THIS? HAHAHAHA

“We can't get ahold of the headmister, one... Sister George Michael.” Oh my god

“We'd like to speak to a solicitor please.” “All in good time." ACAB

Erin's legitimate criticism of the police institution's prejudice against Catholics in Northern Ireland. She got him there!

“[Orla's] ma is just an extension of my ma.” Mary does seem to be in charge of Sarah's household as well LOL

“Das are in the pocket of mas.” “It's true. Das are just Ma enablers.” Hahahaha when you're right, you're right

They chose the exact right adult, shout-out Uncle Colm

Hahahaha, them thinking Colm's droning got them out when it's the actual evidence that got them released

Both halves of the family hiding their crimes for evening

“Orla just does really well at exams, despite the fact she obviously, you know, is subnormal.” Everyone has their strengths khgjkgh

It's been two solid seasons and they haven't had a single plot involving the baby. I wonder if she'll finally be acknowledged in this ep where her babbling is the open

Piss Priest Peter's ponytail is not a great look. Unlike Erin his hair has not improved in the interim between seasons

“Christ, but you're a fine looking specimen.” They've decided Gabriel the Hot Plumber will replace Peter as eye candy. If I had to tell you the truth, I don't know that I've found a single person in this show attractive (to me personally)

[Gabriel, about Wuthering Heights] “It's, like, my favourite novel. It's so romantic.” I think this is a warning sign

“Well, me and the wife, uh well, we separated recently.” [Sarah, upbeat] “God, that's terrible, so it is." Until this episode with Gabriel it hasn't occured to me to wonder where Orla's dad is

[Kindergarten teacher voice] “And what age are you?” Gabriel's had the only appropriate reaction to being hit on by a teenager HAHA

“The plumber was trying to get off with Erin's ma.” Well, if there was ever a reason to break a 24-hour vow of silence

I assume that Mary and Hot Plumber Gabriel are together for a book club about Wuthering Heights

“Downstage is up, upstage is down.” “But that doesn't make any sense.” “It's theatre, it's not supposed to make sense.” As a former theatre kid, so true bestie

“Who even are you, Mammy? And shimmy.” Mulitasking is an art

“Our girls are performing.” “And?" “Well, we'd like to see them.” Let it not be said that the Quinns/McCools don't show up for their kids

This episode has highlighted for me how much hair loss Gerry has, but I assume that's partly due to stress, which, fair

They actually do all look cute in their Spice Girls costumes:

Also the way the girls can never afford anything, but somehow all had the funds for these Spice Girls outfits hahahah

“How are they good?” Jenny said: The animosity goes both ways

Their performance was going too well, Erin had to run off

[Erin, shouting] “Admit it, Gabriel, you're just a pervert with a jazzy-jumpered Ma fetish!” [Gabriel, whispering] “I'd rather not admit that, if you don't mind.” Poor Gabriel's tween daughter, witnessing this confrontation

“He wants to do a degree. He convinced me to come along and check it out.” This sounds like a lovely friendship between Gabriel and Mary, shame the family has made it so hard

“There's no point in telling anybody about all this, because it's not actually going to happen. It's not real.” “Well, let's make it real, if that's what you want.” Gerry is a good husband

“There's nothing you can't do, love.” I love Gerry and Mary

Erin being mad at her mum for her no longer being the first in the family to go to university ghgkjhgk. Good grief

“Are you saying you think the IRA won't decommission because they've misplaced their balaclavas?” Sarah's mind is certainly something

Say what you will about Orla's boots, at least she can run in them

HAHAHAH well if you have to get left somewhere, I guess your home station is best

“I can't believe I've run into you. I'm not back a wet week.” I bet $50 none of them know who this woman is

Update from 1 minute later: Someone owes me $50

“I caught dementia.” “Dementia?” “Riddled with it, so I am.” “Ach, that's awful.” “I can't remember a bloody thing.” Joe said: Being old has to have its benefits

“Unless I forgot the fact that I packed a shit-ton of cash and a gun.” I feel as though this social group has an unusually high rate of interacting with criminals

My money's on the Unknown Blond Woman having had an affair with someone in their neighbourhood

I think whoever would sell a kitkat to Orla, who is Unusual in the Mind, for 500 pounds, is probably a terrible person

“No, we can't desert our family because we got ourselves into a slightly embarassing situation.” HAHAHAHA what a mood

“The point, you took advantage of her, so just give us back the money or...” What does this train confectioner gain from scheming money off of children

Hats off to them for writing the silliest train confrontation possible:

HAHAHAHHA I love James wearing Orla's shoes to get tall enough to reach the racks

“I left this fella to mind my bag, you must've thought I wasn't coming back.” Aideen the Forgotten Murdering Neighbour with the gun and money bag omg

“You owe me a packet of crisps.” This whole ep was them trying to solve problems of Orla's making

Awwww James minding the baby while they do the roller coaster

“We wrote that song, Sister. Jenny stole it.” Jenny has so much going for her, she's rich, she's in charge of everything at school, why would she plagiarize?

“Well, if there's anything we can do.” “The hospice want to release the body, but the house is a tip.” Sister Michael said: Don't make an offer you don't want to act on it

“I'd do it myself, but I don't want to.” Sister Michael gets me every time

Shocking of Sister Michael to trust them with the school van with their extremely checkered history at this school

“Lesbian farming is actually huge in the Republic.” I'd like to believe that's true

“She's my cousin.” “Oh, right. Not properly English then.” “I can't win.” James does get it from both sides

“Why can't everyone just speak English?” “Well, your crowd had at forcing the entire world to, but we didn't really enjoy it much, James. Imperalist prick!” Point to Michelle

The universe punished him for this thought by gently hitting James with a car

James considering his car bump a near death experience haha

Clare being together enough to get dinner organized shows she does have some crisis coping skills

“Robert didn't fight it. He walked towards the light.” Not James victim-blaming the principal's dead aunt's dead husband for not fighting off death

“I'm trying to communicate with the dead mother.” Being a psychic is tough in this economy

All five of them crammed in the bed like the grandparents from Willy Wonka hkjshkshs

“We will perish here. We will perish in this place.” Clare is me whenever I have a bad day

“Something changed when I was standing at the end of that tunnel." Hee hee, is James going to kiss Erin?

“I like you Erin. I think I've liked you for a long time, and I don't expect you to say anything, I just... I just want you to know that I think you're beautiful.” Awwww James!!!

I knew it!! I've known it since Jenny's party!! Good for them:

Hahahahah I guess I should've expected they'd be interrupted

“If you get together, you'll break up. And where does that leave me Erin? You might be my best friend, but he's my cousin, and dickhead or not, I'll have to stick with him. Don't put me in that position.” That's a very fair concern from Michelle

Did they go to the wrong house?? That's what I'm guessing

Update from 2 minute laters: “My aunt's name is Maura. She never married. And this isn't her house.” Thought so!

“Life is dealt them a very cruel hand, and they're living with a very serious condition. Truth is, Declan, they're from Derry.” “Well, that's punishment enough, I suppose.” Hahahaha Declan PLEASE

“I'm sorry.” “It's okay. I can wait.” I love James and Erin ❤️

Joe getting a sign from Marie that she's there with the razor in the red box like the psychic said!! So sweet

“Janette Joyce formerly O'Shea would've knocked about with us.” “Until she bagged her medical student boyfriend.” It's a generational beef I see

I do appreciate Ciaran the Photo Guy's repeat appearances

Geraldine (Clare's mum)'s outfit look halfway between salwar kameez and pajamas

“Aye because America's so safe.” “No, no it's not. Canada, on the other hand, is.” Realistic irritation from a Canadian being called American hahahah

“He was there, the night of the school leavers' disco.” “So?” “So, he knows.” What'd they do at the disco!!!

I love the flashback of Mary and Sarah, great styling and casting:

“His family are visiting from America and they're all shitting themselves about him maybe getting, I don't know, killed or something.” Hahaha you can really see in Young Deidre where Michelle gets it

“You're doing it, Geraldine. We all are.” A family of instigators haha

“A man that doesn't talk. She's living the dream girls.” You right, Deidre hahaha

“He's a gay." “Oh right, I am a raging homosexual, that is correct." Deidre's Cousin Rob is fun

“Our daughter's a gay!” “How is she finding it?” “All right, I think. I mean, she's 17, so she's just starting out. She's not as established as someone like yourself.” “Aye, she's not fully qualified yet, so to speak.” At what age do they send you your gay qualifications?

“I think it's time to pull some skeletons out of the closet.” Mary said: No one laughs at me, Janette Joyce formerly O'Shea!!

Omg not Rob kissing the Silent Surgeon to provoke him to speak

“Don't do this, Mary. You have as much to lose as I do.” What on Earth did they do??

HAHAHAH they did stick and poke tattoos with a protractor

“Have you had a tattoo since 1977 and I've never seen it?” “There's lots you haven't seen, Gerry.” “We're very good at hiding them, Gerry. We're out a fortune in concealer.” Hahah the retroactive explanation

“If the truth came out, our lives would be over.” “Well that's not true, is it love?" So true, Clare's Dad

“I told Richard you definitely were invited.” “Yeah, uh so, Richard's great the surgery, not so good at the passing on of the messages." Aw it was a misunderstanding

Well, if Ciaran didn't actually say the words, 'Marry me,' it's on him for not clarifying. Also: I'd say it's crazy to plan an engagement party without consulting your fiancee, but I imagine he did tell Sarah, she just wasn't listening

“Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I see every other gay woman as a potential suitor.” In fairness, I was very invested in every queer woman in my school, so sometimes, it is that way

Why's this weird freak fighting these random teens!!

Well, while ripping up the tickets was stupid, so was fighting teens, so I can't blame James entirely for that one

I'm sure Michelle making up this story about being James beaten up will not bite them in the ass at all

The recurring joke about Joe getting everything Jim across the road tickles me

Clare abandoning her VIP experience to have a lesbian experience. She's in her unreasonable era

[Sarah, in a nun's habit] “You're not angry with me Ciaran, are you?” [Ciaran, tearfully] “No, how could I be? A calling's a calling.” Ciaran is understanding, but during a misunderstanding

Oh no, what is Gerry on the phone looking heartbroken for???

“Lying wee shites.” Yeah, it was bound to blow up eventually. But again, why does no one care that an adult man is fighting teens?

“That's a pity [you were kicked out] cause I was sort of planning on kissing you tonight.” GO CLARE AND LAURIE

“Clare, love, your dad...” WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO CLARE!

James's wings enveloping them like they are all actually Clare's angels in the group hug... my heart

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ONE YEAR LATER??? WHAT!!!!

Michelle working at Dennis's shop that once was their hangout ahh

I expect that Erin and James will finally get together in this last ep

Hahahah, what is the Irish dancing flashmob for? I guess they couldn't leave us with insufficient dance routines this season

[Mary, looking at a microwave] “Our lives will never be the same again.” That's also how I feel about the microwave

“You can be Irish, you can be British, or you can be bi.” That's what they told me in my sexuality sorting

“I think I wouldn't mind being bi.” Good for Mary hahaha

If I were Erin and my mother made me hold off celebrating my birthday for three months to share with my cousin, I'd be bitter too

Also: Assuming Nicola had to film smth else this year, and that's why she's suddenly switched schools hahahah

“I'm sorry, is the Good Friday Agreement stealing your thunder?” asked James, to the girl he is in love with

“Your party's never gonna compete with my party.” Jenny may be a jerk, but she's also calling balls and strikes

“You've something that Jenny Joyce doesn't have.” “Integrity.” “What, no.” “Yeah, you don't have integrity, Erin.” Hahaha James and Michelle said: We love you, but don't ask us to lie Erin

“And she's worried about it herself, is she?” “Who?” “God.” Slay Sister Michael for being a Catholic school headmistress who believes God is a woman

Also: BOOOOO at Piss Priest Peter firing Sister Michael

“If I was your Niall, I'd be begging them to let them finish out me stretch.” Have they ever mentioned Michelle's brother before this? Because I had to google this to understand this

“I'm sorry, but I feel very strongly about this,” said Sarah, about letting Cousin Eammon wear Gerry's clothes

“He's my brother.” “He killed someone.” “I know that, Erin.” Oh my god, is this why Michelle has substance abuse issues?

“I think the fact that you shouldn't kill people is pretty black and white.” “Fuck off, Erin. And what would you know, anyway? You're nothing but a spoiled, selfish, sheltered wee brat.” I understand both girls' perspectives here

Clare is really escalating this three-way-call conflict. Just hang up

[Destroying room looking for bus schedule] “Help me now, Daddy.” They truly have Nicola doing everything she can to keep giving her reasons she's not with the others hahaha

Not Michelle making James miss his crush's birthday!!

I appreciate that they have a variety of actors with dwarfism, though it is funny how there is suddenly a lot more representation of a specific group in last two episodes of the third season

“You know, I've never even visited Niall. My ma won't let me.” Oh, Michelle

“Looks like your party's going to be the biggest night of the year after all, girls.” “Clare, you little lesbian legend!” Clare came through when it was important ❤️

“What's with all the tiny brides.” Catholic Culture Shock hahaha

“It doesn't matter what I think [about the referendum]. Sure, I'm an old man. It's what you think that's important.” “People died. Innocent people died, Granda. They were someone's mother, father, daughter, son. Nothing can ever make that okay. And the people who took those lives, they're just gonna walk free. What if we do it, and it was all for nothing? What if we vote yes and it doesn't even work?” Oh, Erin, sweet girl

“You should write that down.” “Well, maybe I will, someday.” AW

The refrain of the Cranberries while they vote for the referendum! Don't make me cry again, Derry Girls. It's a good show!!

“The people of Northern Ireland have spoken.” I LOVE THEM

LMAO THE CHELSEA CLINTON CAMEO AT THE END

[woodbrook-wanderer]

🦆 Lurching To Spring : A Post-A Day to Rite Of Spring 🦆 [4/30]

What about family?

I've got an upcoming follow-up to this post in the works, but I've often wondered about what Sam's family was like. For all we know, they could've just been normal folk living there ever since, and that's all there is to it but I want to look at a few avenues of interest before we get official backstory or maybe even a peep into that family structure in ROS 2.

I personally headcanon that Sam is German-American, and a few had suggested that either one of her parents or relatives had moved from Germany and changed their surnames before or during WWII. This would also explain why Sam chose to go to Germany in Praludium (though this may just be a Europe tour in general), perhaps visiting some relatives along the way or to reconnect with her roots might somehow give her the relief she's been looking for.

I also bring up the suggestion her family is from Russia because of these Matryoshkas seen in her living room. Brown bears are plentiful up there, and bears are still being used for entertainment and some have become dependent on humans having such close contact with them in towns or cities. Bears were also used as Communist imagery during the cold war and in propaganda.

Speaking of the Matryoshkas, they do come in sets of 4-5, collapsing from Mother-Father-Sister-Brother (then Baby). When I read the synopsis for Rite of Spring, I had misread and thought that the internet had dug up some family dirt! The thing is about Sam having a sibling or a brother, wouldn't he be the one the family would push the shop to? Plus if he did exist, wouldn't he be in the story to begin with or at least be mentioned in passing if he did pass away or he moved to the city.

Then again, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume they'd bury a body to keep up appearances.

If Issue 2 is anything to go by, Sam (and her family) are respected, but they're feared by most residents. It is heavily alluded that there is some racial bias at play here (predator animals would be the most suspect of the murder) but targeting Sam specifically and first is interesting because YES, She is a Serial Killer, but nobody in Woodbrook knows THAT. Then why would an honest businesswoman be the primary target of such bias? If not that, why are Woodbrook residents so quick to throw microaggressions at her?

The last Woodbrook murder happened in 1956, the same year Burly Brown Bear was established. It's heavily implied that the Strong family had something to do with it and for that reason, being useful to the community is their best get-out-of-jail card so nobody holds a grudge for too long. Yes, it is cliche to suggest that Sam comes from a family with an existing criminal record and she did follow through on that legacy, but could you imagine growing up with that pressure?

Again, Sam had no choice to be anything but good.

Erasing the headcanon her family had anything to do with the 1956 murder, I want to quickly glance over the possible dynamics the family had in the past. To draw parallels to nature again: bears don't live in communities or are all that social for that matter. Bears congregate in areas with great food supply (as we'll see starting June 16th when the Katmai cams turn on for the season!) and in May-early July pair up for mating season. After this, sows emerge from hibernation as single mothers who need to teach their cubs all the skills needed to survive and thrive for the next 2-3 years before they are kicked out of home to survive on their own. Bear cubs have some of the highest mortality rates in nature- risking accidents, getting lost or separated from their mothers, or being attacked by larger bears (usually males). This may come in handy if you'd like to think of the possibility of Sam having a sibling (as brown bears give birth to 2-3 cubs on average), but this could suggest both a close or estranged relationship with her mother. While mother bears are protective and nurturing, they aren't generous and push their cubs to hunt and find food on their own when they begin to graze or search for food. Mother bears will also abandon their cubs if they feel that their dens are unsafe.

Sam is mentally ill. She is confirmed to have ASPD and fans including myself headcanon she experiences other disorders such as having OCD and autism. In the context of the time period she grew up in (1940s-50s), she would have been forced to mask her disorders and would never get the adequate help to prevent her from harming herself and others later on. It wouldn't be far fetched to think that the family wouldn't be so kind to their child (let alone a daughter) expressing traits that would be deemed frightening or weird and preventing her from getting actual help which may spiral into verbal, physical, and emotional abuse.

The previous suggestions then considering the canon explanation that she needed to give up her other dreams or ambitions to be the shop keeper would paint an unhappy home. Being the subject of ridicule, having your dreams be beaten out of you, and growing up with mental illnesses molded her into the person she is today. Is any of that an excuse for her to turn out the way she is? No, no of course not.

But sometimes, you do have to wonder. Not that it matters though. She already has a family of her own.

[fagryanlucan]

long post ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'm just gonna do what I always do and keep complaining about people not appreciating the depth Steph and Ryan's friendship. But there's something so genuinely comforting about the fact that (if Alex takes Charlotte's anger) when Alex throws the bottle at Steph, Ryan goes with Steph when she leaves. [Clip credit]

I know that to other people, a "good love interest" would always faithfully choose their lover and never prioritize anybody else, but I really enjoy the moments in the game where Ryan and Steph get to be besties. There are many moments where they could easily stop being friends, (like after the funeral, I've talked about that b4) but they gravitate back towards each other anyways. Like in this scene, you can see Steph looking towards Ryan for reassurance or support.

And while I guess you could interpret him leaving as fear (not sure why you would.), I do consider this as him leaving to go comfort Steph, since he says "WE'LL be right downstairs." He could easily just leave and go home and not bother Steph OR deal with Alex again, but he chooses Steph when he sees that she needs him.

Also just the whole scene in general, I could dissect for hours. It's exactly what Alex meant when she said her powers were a curse, not a superpower. The fact that Gabe, Steph, and Ryan think her powers are cool doesn't mean they completely understand that her powers basically take over her entire mind and body. Alex doesn't want to hurt Steph, but with Charlotte's anger in her, she literally can't control herself. And what she does is kind of horrifying tbh. It's one thing to say a few mean words, that's something the gang works through on multiple occasions in the game, but throwing a glass bottle at Steph is fucked. And the worse part is that Steph seems less angry that it was thrown at her, and more angry that it was her sentimental bottle, seemingly one of the only meaningful mementos she had to remember Gabe.

I like how True Colors depicts anger as irrationality, honestly, I think everyone has been that angry at some point in their life. We all do things we regret. And Alex does apologize for this, at the festival [Clip credit]

But that brings me to scene 2 of Steph and Ryan's friendship in these scenes: A LOOK! The weirdos are always sharing looks. They speak to each other without even moving their mouths, it goes to show that they're a lot closer than most people seem to notice. You could interpret this look as a lot of different things, but I'm choosing to assume she's once again looking to him for support.

BUT THEN STEPH APOLOGIZES? FOR WHAT? FOR NOT WANTING TO BE AROUND THE PERSON WHO THREW A FUCKING BOTTLE AT HER HEAD?

I don't think that what Alex did was completely unforgivable, I think Steph did deserve an apology and Alex did good rectifying the situation. BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?????!!!! I don't even want to dissect this. I want to put this out of my mind and never think about the fact that the writers made Steph apologize for this ever again. It almost feels like the writers were so afraid of fans being angry at Steph for walking out, that they added this in just to try to head that backlash off.

anyways one last gif for good measure: my sillies <3 Steph finger-gunning Ryan (also the way he keeps looking between them like 👀👀👀👀 LMAO)

to clarify: I'm obviously not bashing Alex/Steph. I think if I've had to sit through a billion posts about how Ryan is evil and unforgivable because in one ending he doesn't believe Alex, it's totally fair of me to make one singular post where I'm kind of critical of how incidents between Alex and Steph are handled in the story. I really do love Steph.

[staytinyville]

This Isn't Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: seungmin × reader

Event: 16 Days of Smutmas brought to you by @kwanisms

Word Count: 4852

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Working the night shift at the hospital has always been easy for (Y/N) because most often then not, everyone was asleep and there wasn’t much she needed to do. However when she gets Suengmin as a patient because he had bronchitis, her chill nights were anything but. With the heating system working slowly, there was only so much blankets could do to heat up the body.

Warnings: piv, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (we don’t do that here), degradation, bratty!reader, bratty!Seungmin, dominance battle, masochist!reader, angry sex (of sorts)

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You sniffled as the cold got to your body causing snot to build up. While your hospital floor was much, much warmer than outside you could still feel the cold seeping in to disturb the peace. One of your co-workers had called to find out what the problem was–wanting to be on top of taking care of the overnight patients to make sure their stay wasn’t terrible. 

“So?” You asked as all the other floor nurses gathered to listen in. “What's going on?”

“The heater isn't working to its full capacity.” The nurse explained. “It's not enough to warm the entire hospital so we'll have to survive on what we got.”

Everyone sighed, moving to gather their jackets and scarves to keep them warm while working. You sighed to yourself, sniffling one more time before looking out the large windows in the lobby and smiling at the snowflakes slowly falling. 

“It looks pretty outside, though.” You said.

“You say that now until you step outside.” The eldest nurse got up, sighing. “Let me go get more blankets and stuff just in case the patient wants them. You guys go and ask.” They told you all. 

You had three patients in total. A little girl who was recovering from an infected wound she had sustained from falling down a hill. An older woman who was recovering from a kidney transplant. And lastly a man your age who was experiencing pneumonia.

You worked in the VIP section of the hospital, which meant that patients with top priority were placed in your care. You weren’t an ICU but you were the section that catered to patients who would come out of surgery or just needed certain meds for a couple of days. 

Because of this you had come across a wide variety of people that, more often than not, had money to spend on the best care. You were quite happy with the way patients tend to act in your presence. You had your everyday politician or idol who assumed you were doing your job wrong but you grew callous for those kinds of people. It didn’t matter what kind of hospital room you would have, anyone could always assume they knew more. 

You never complained about your patients, thus far. Not until Kim Seungmin was brought in four days ago with a bad cough and lungs that burned. Since you worked the night shift, you were thankful that all you had to do was give him his nighttime medicine and then never have to speak to him again because he was sleeping. However it seemed the man chose to stay up late just to annoy you further.

You knew all about Stray Kids and their worldwide stardom. In fact you listened to some of their songs sometimes when your spotify would play it back. If asked though, you wouldn’t be able to choose who your bias was. 

You had no idea if the attitude he bestowed upon you was the actual way he was with others or if he purposely only did it to you. The day nurse would tell you all about how nice Suengmin was and that he wasn’t much of a problem. It left you even more annoyed knowing it was in fact just you he acted that with. 

While you were annoyed at the time of the bickering back and forth, you knew that when you got home you would find yourself missing his annoying personality. You chalked it up to your own personality shining through and wanting to argue back with everything he sent your way. You enjoyed the adrenaline that came with arguing with him. You weren’t about to admit to it though.

“Seungmin!” You called as you entered the room. 

“Oh.” The man deadpanned, turning from the TV to watch you stroll into his room. 

“Don't sound too excited.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I thought you were done for the night?” He sat up in his bed, sitting crossed legged as you got closer. 

“Heater isn't working fully so I've come to ask if you wanted more blankets or something.” You told him. 

“I should be good.” He frowned, looking around at the fuzzy blanket he had brought from home. 

“You sure?” You asked, looking at the sort of thin material. “It's gonna get colder later.”

“Yeah. I'm fine.” He waved you off, going back to watching the TV.

You sniffled, waiting for him to say something else but he continued to ignore you. You glared at the side of his head, sneering at his attitude. 

“Jerk.” You said. 

“What was that?” He hummed, turning to you quickly as he took in your annoyed expression. 

“Nothing!” You smiled sweetly, turning around quickly. “Suit yourself then.”

The rest of the time spent at your desk was going over certain things and checking in on your patients over the computers. It was around midnight when you had to give out your next wave of medicine. Since the older lady was only in the ICU for surgery recovery, you only had to give medicine to the little girl and Suengmin. 

You decided to do the girl first before moving to the man’s room. “Hey, Seungmin? It's time for your medicine.” You called in, trying to find the man. 

You almost groaned seeing his curled up form on the bed trying to generate more body heat. You almost laughed at the way the large man was curled up in a ball. But instead you rolled your eyes and quickly went to find a solution to his problem. 

“You okay?” You glared, moving to scold him a bit. “I told you to take the extra blanket! You stubborn, brat.”

“I'm not a brat.” Seungmin pursed his lips, uncurling from his position. He looked around you for a moment before giving you a confused look. “Where's the blanket?” He asked. 

“There's no more.” You answered. “All we have now are extra gowns.”

“Fine.” He sighed, getting out of the bed. 

You turned around to get the extra clothing out from the closet in the room. You reached up to gather all that you needed before turning around to give them to Seungmin. However as you did, your eyes went wide as they took in his naked back.

“What are you doing!?” You yelled, throwing the clothing at him as he quickly turned to face him. 

“Taking my clothes off?” He squinted his eyes at you like you were the idiot. 

“Why?” You exclaimed. “Just put these over your clothes!?” You stressed out, moving to pick up the clothing you threw at him. 

“I've heard that taking off your clothes makes you warmer.” He told you as if it was the smartest thing ever. 

“Seungmin, that's only if your clothes are wet or if you have another person to heat you up.” You purse your lips, giving him an incredulous look.  

He paused for a moment as he looked at you. Tilting your head to question him, he suddenly lunged forward to bring you into his chest. 

“What are you doing?” You gasped trying to pull away from him. 

You squealed as he fell back onto his bed, getting comfortable for a moment with you on top of him. 

“You don't have any more rounds to do.” He spoke as if it was nothing. “Keep me warm until your shift ends.”

“That is not how things work–” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to look at him. 

When he stopped moving and you felt less suffocated, you tried to get up but the man seemed to hold you closer. Moving your knees to be placed on either side of his thighs, you tried to sit up in his lap but instead he took your movements to lay down more comfortably. He used his legs to push himself up on the bed, dragging you along with him. 

“Seungmin.” You warned. 

“You talk too much.” He told you, rolling his eyes. 

He dropped his head back, pulling the covers over the both of you as his legs shifted causing you to move around. You gasped when you felt something brush against your thigh, quickly trying to get off him. 

“I could get fired for this!” You growled, smacking his shoulder. 

Suengmin shifted his legs one last time, eyes flying open as his hands went down to your hips to keep you from moving so much on top of him. 

“Will you stop!?” He growled out, keeping you from shifting too much on his length that was starting to move from your grinding. 

“You stop!” You sat up, the blanket hanging around your shoulders. “You're being a brat.”

“You keep calling me that and I really beg to differ which one the real brat is.” Seungmin sat up, getting closer to your face as your chest pressed against his. 

“It means someone who won't listen and continues to misbehave.” You rolled your eyes. “Seems to me like that definition fits you perfectly.”

“Not in my book, sweetheart.” He glared. 

His hands had found themselves on your back, you not taking notice of how he seemed to push you further into him. All you felt was the heat of being talked down to like you were some child in need of a scolding. It was something you were not used to–something you found yourself wanting to correct in the man. However that proved to be difficult seeing as you both were having the same thoughts. 

You both wanted to show the other up. However, that caused the sexual tension to rise exponentially. 

“Brat in mine means Kim Seungmin.” You whispered.

“I'll show you—” He growled, pulling you by your thighs closer to his hips as he got up to sit on his calves. 

You gasped out from the movement, quickly grabbing onto his shoulders to keep you stable. With your knees further spread apart, your eyes went wide at the growing heat between the both of you. Looking down at Suengmin’s smug face though, it made your insides burn. 

“Bet you won't.” You told him. 

“Is that a challenge?” He asked, nose bumping against yours.

“An easy one.” You hummed. 

He licked his lips before they slotted against yours. It was nothing but teeth as you groaned from the bump, but you felt an adrenaline coursing through your body that made you do things on instinct. Your hand moved to the back of his head, gripping onto the base of his hair and tugging it back so that you could dominate the kiss. 

When you pulled at his hair, Suengmin’s hands on your hips suddenly gripped you tight, a warning. And when he shifted his hips up to sit correctly, you gasped out from his growing length bumping against your pussy. 

Both your scrubs and his hospital wear were nothing short of thin. You were both able to feel everything seeing as there was more than enough breathing room in the fabrics. Between your two bodies though, not even a feather could fit. 

With you gasping from the stimulation, Suengmin took the moment to slip his tongue into your mouth. You felt his smug grin from his ministrations, your eyebrows pinching together as you hummed in annoyance. 

So you pulled on his hair harder, pulling him from the kiss to shove him down onto the bed. You leaned down over him, hands placed on either side of his head. 

“Is that the only trick you have?” He laughed. “You’re way in over your head on this.”

You glared, placing a hand on his neck as you gave a warning squeeze. “You’re just someone who needs to be put in their place.” You moved your hand up, forcing his head to move. 

He glared playfully, a teasing smirk on his face. Before you could notice, he moved his hand to grip onto your hair, pulling your own head back. You groaned from the sensation, pressing your lips together to keep from making a noise. 

“And you are exactly the same.”

You looked down at him, letting go of his neck to drift your fingers down his chest. Suengmin let go of your hair to allow his hand to find the bottom of your shirt. His fingers skimmed your skin just a bit causing you to flinch from the cold tips. In retaliation, you didn’t bother with formalities and instead placed your palms on his stomach. 

“Ah.” He gasped out, grabbing your wrist to move your hands away from him. 

Your giggle caused him to glare, pinning your wrists together with one hand as the other went under your own shirt. You whined and tried to wiggle away from him, almost slipping off the bed. But Suengmin caught you on time, moving you back into his lap. 

You moaned a little as your core rubbed against his length again, shifting your hips a bit to satiate the nerves building up in your core. Seungmin huffed a laugh, making you stop your movement. 

“You’re so sensitive.” He teased, moving his hips a bit to get you to whine again. 

You shoved his hips down, glaring at his smug look. When you fully grinded down on him, he choked on air and dropped his head back down. 

“We aren’t on different ships here.” You told him. 

Seungmin growled as he sat back up, quickly taking a hold of your shirt and throwing it over your head. Without asking, he quickly shoved the cups of your bra down, devouring a nippled in his mouth. 

“Seungmin!” You gasped, trying to get him to pull away by gripping onto his hair but it only seemed to make him suck harder. 

You felt a shiver go down your body, having been extra sensitive when it came to your nipples. You suddenly let out quiet whimpers, gasping when you felt his teeth graze the skin. Taking initiative of his sucking, you instead pushed his head further, leaning back to allow him more access. 

When you felt that nipple had enough, you shoved him back roughly before moving him onto the other side. He made a noise and quickly pulled back. His glare made you smile evilly. 

“You’re testing my patience.” He told you. 

“Mine already ran out.” You answered. 

“Call us even then.” With that you were finally pushed off him and onto your back on the bed. 

Instead of crawling over you, you gasped when Seungmin took the moment to roll you over harshly. He moved you the way he wanted, picking up your hips so that your bottom was up in the air. Before you realized it, his hands had gripped onto your scrub pants, pulling them down along with your underwear to your knees. 

“Seungmin–” You gasped out, wanting to turn around but a loud smack and stinging pain brought down onto your ass had you freezing. 

His palm reeled back when he didn’t get a sound from you. He moved onto the other cheek, palm flying flat onto the junction where your cheek met your thigh. This time you lurched forward with a moan, squeezing your thighs together as your hips moved back into their arch. 

“Ain’t so big now, are you?” Seungmin mocked. His hand soothed over the skin that was turning pink. 

He hummed as he took in his work. “You just want to be a brat to get punished.” He leaned over your back, lips hovering over your ear. “I can see you squeezing your legs together, Pretty.”

You turned to face him, the glare still on your face making him tsk. He growled when you quickly moved your hips up to nudge at his cock. He quickly gave you another spank, getting a squeak from your lips. 

“And you get off on giving the punishment.” You growled. “Do us both a favor–” You moved onto your palms, leaning up to lick at his lips with the tip of your tongue. “Spank harder.”

“Greedy.” Seungmin sneered, complying fully with your request though. 

Each grunt and wiggle of your hips had Seungmin sucking in a breath. He kept having to push your hips down each time you would push back to follow his hand that would come off your skin. 

“Are you that much of a masochist?” He asked you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. 

“Nope.” You grinned, turning around to face him. “You just hit like a girl.”

You almost snickered at how red his face seemed to have gotten. But things took a turn when he suddenly gripped your hair tightly in one hand and pulled to expose your neck. He grunted as he pushed your hips up to meet his own. You clenched your eyes as you sucked in a breath from having his length rub against your soaking core. 

“The purple bruising on your ass cheeks beg to differ.” He whispered in your ear, nipping at it. “You still have work to get back to, Princess.”

Your hand snaked back between the two of you, quickly cupping onto Seungmin’s cock, rubbing your fingers gently along his sack. The groan you got went straight to your core once more, soaking his hospital pants. 

“Maybe I want to be reminded of how I made you turn into a moaning mess.” You huffed back.

You immediately stopped rubbing at him and quickly used the momentum to turn around and drag him down onto the bed without falling over. You kept him from moving by sitting on his lap as you took off the rest of your scrubs. 

You wanted to giggle at the way Seungmin’s eyes attached themselves to your breast after taking off your bra. With you completely naked by then, you shimmed your way down his legs, fingers hooking into the band of his pants. 

Just as he did to you, you shoved them down his thighs, his cock springing free and laying against his stomach. Without warning, you quickly traced the tip of your tongue up his length, making him buck up to follow your mouth that pulled away from him. 

When he bucked his hips up, you shoved them back down. You slowly made your way up to his face, making sure your nipples brushed against the tip of his length. You felt him shiver, pulling a giggle from you. 

“Pretty boy sensitive.” You mocked, fingers tracing him again. He growled about to push up to make you turn but you quickly shoved him back down. 

“I like my boys to be good.” You slowly encased your hand around his throat again. “Might just make both of us feel good.”

Seungmin’s laugh reached your ears, making you clench your jaw. “You really think I’d let you do that? As if I’d ever give you the chance.”

You sneered falling forward to bite at his neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. While he did allow you to do that, his hands still fell down onto your hips as he shoved you down onto his lap making you grind against his thigh. 

“We’ll see after this.” You told him, moving back down to his cock. 

Before he could say anything, your mouth encased him entirely. His tip hit the back of your throat immediately without a warning start. He groaned and shifted his hips wanting but you kept him from moving at his own pace. With all your force you kept your hands on his hips to keep him attached to the bed, using only your mouth to keep his cock in its place. 

With your cheeks hollowed out as your mouth created a vacuum, Seungmin felt himself falling from his annoyance. However when you shifted forward to get a better hold on him, he came back to where he was and quickly gathered your hair in his hands. 

He created a makeshift ponytail, holding your head up and your hands became loose on his hips allowing him room to move. He began to thrust his hips up quickly, huffing and trying to keep quiet as his body began to fall into the pit of pleasure. 

Your spit began to drip down his shaft, leaving a large trail down his balls. Your gagging sound only made him go faster. At least until you quickly pulled away and tried to stop yourself from coughing. Your breathing was harsh, the air returning to your lungs. 

As Seungmin took in your tired look, mouth hanging open to get a better grip on your breathing, chest heaving, fingers gripping onto his thighs to stabilize yourself–he felt a different need than to just make you submit. 

He wanted to worship you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He huffed out, sitting up to take the back of your head and push you towards his lips. 

You made a stunned noise, not prepared for his lips to slot against yours. However the moment they did you felt your shoulder drop and hands move to slide them along his shoulders. You moved your knees on either side of his thighs, sitting directly on his cock. He shifted just a bit, nustling himself directly between your folds and placing his hands on your ass to grind you down harder. 

The moan he got from your lips made his mouth pull open, sucking in breaths as his own hips started to move to the way you sounded on top of him. 

“Gonna let me fuck you?” He asked you quietly. 

You looked down at him with hooded eyes, hips continuing their motions in a hypnotizing fashion. Your body was becoming numb, telling you to succumb to your pleasure but your head was telling you that you didn’t want to back down from him just yet. 

Seungmin knew what you were thinking because he suddenly gave you a grin. “I’ll let you be on top, princess.” He spoke against your lips. “Just let me feel this pussy.”

With that your body fell on top of him and pushed him down onto the bed. Seungmin’s hands went to the dips in your hips, pulling at the fat as he made you give him a pussy job. 

By that point the blanket he was using had been discarded because it was much too hot. Your bodies were sticking together as you both generated so much heat. It was intoxicating to be that close to Seungmin and feel the heat of his rigid body against your soft one. 

It wasn’t until his tip got caught at your entrance that you let out a whine, stopping your movement to keep him there. “Seungmin, are you going back on your word?” You whispered against his collarbone. 

“Not for this.” He whispered, grabbing a hold of his length to line up with your entrance. 

When you felt the pop and his head stretching you out the more he thrusted forward, you moaned in Seungmin’s ear which had him squeezing his eyes closed to keep from releasing too early. He grabbed onto the fat of your ass, fully sitting you down on top of him. 

The way he felt you clenching at the pillow and sheets by his head and the way you withered on top of him made his head dizzy. You were getting used to him, he got that much but each time you moved he felt your walls nudge at his tip. 

“You almost done?” He breathed out, teeth grinding against one another. “You’re making it really hard not to bust.”

Your breathless giggle had his mind reeling. “Like this?” You huffed, shifting your hips back. 

He choked up, smacking you raw ass in a teasing manner. You finally sat up off his chest, nails dragging against his skin and teasing his nipples. You moved your knees, lifting yourself up from his cock for just a moment before falling back down. 

You got a groan from him, making you smile and a blush to overtake your features. “You sound so pretty.” You cooed, beginning to move up and down at a slow place. 

“Ah–You should hear yourself.” He hummed, thumbs brushing the inside of your thighs as he gripped them. “Sounds like you’re in a porno.”

“Those are fake.” A moan slipped out as he cock started to hit a certain spot in you that made you grind harder against it. “This is the real thing.” You breathed out.

His breathless laugh had the ball in your stomach growing bigger. The way he threw his head back against the pillows and his hair stuck to his forehead had your head spinning. You didn’t notice how you began to bounce faster, falling prey to his reactions. 

“Just like that, baby.” He whispered, planting his feet on the bed to begin shifting his own hips. 

You cried out and fell forward as he took charge once again, huffing into his chest as his hips pistoned up into you. Your whimpers were bringing him closer to the edge, feeling your walls squeeze around him as he realized you too were close. 

“Come on, Princess.” He kissed his teeth, not stopping his quick movements. “Let go for me. I know you want to.”

You were breathless, mouth dry but you were still buzzing with nerves. “You first.” You told him.

“You’re such a brat.” He whined, quickly pulling out just as you clenched down on him from your own orgasm. He used his hand to shoot his cum onto your backside, painting the red skin white. 

The warmness had you whining from your already heated skin. The moment the both of you had finished, you dropped down onto the bed–all your muscles relaxing from the moment. 

“I don’t think I’m going to need that extra blanket.” Seungmin told you.

“You do need a shower.” You crinkle your nose, peeling your cheek from his chest as you feel the sweat stick to you. “Look what you did to me.” You whined, knowing you were going to have to shower as well. 

“You weren’t complaining at the time!” He retorted. 

“You had me dick crazed.” You swat at him. 

“You got crazy for some dick?” Seungmin cooed. 

You sat up, smearing his cum onto his thighs. The glare was back on your face and it made the man laugh. “I have to get back to work.” You huffed standing up before entering his bathroom to get cleaned. 

**

Seungmin was discharged two days later. You had been the one to tell him the next day about it. He only gave you a hum and told you that he was glad to finally go back to work and leave the stuffy place. As well as finally not being sick and hacking everywhere. 

You worked the nightshift which meant you weren’t his actual nurse that would fill out all those papers. The only thing you made it to when you got to work were the janitors disinfecting his room for the next patient. You didn’t get the chance to catch him before he left. 

Your shifts always started at 7 in the evening, around the time a lot of people closed up their shops and went to get dinner. But you were not those people, instead you were there to attend to the little girl who’s infection was starting to go away. The older lady was released the following day when you were with Seungmin. 

It was a rather calming evening, the snow still on the ground but finally stopped falling. You had on your long sleeved shirt, the heater working full blast this time around. As you looked out the windows to catch the lit up Christmas tree in the middle of the garden of the hospital you smiled to yourself. 

“(Y/N), these are for you.” You looked up to find one of your co-workers coming in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

You frowned, wondering who could have gotten them when you knew flowers were much too hard to come by in this kind of weather. You took the card, finding the logo to be one that a vast majority of Korea knew. 

It was a card from JYP Entertainment. The person who sent you the bouquet decided to hand write the letter and have it sent to your hospital. As you placed them down, you took the time to read over the note. 

Don’t let your negative energy kill them - Kim

At the bottom were numbers put together in a sequence you knew all too well. You didn’t bother to wait, already knowing that the both of you weren’t people who beat around the bush. SO you picked up your phone and punched in the numbers sending the message. 

You better be taking your meds.  7:15

You spent a good amount waiting for his reply but it didn’t leave you worried. So when you saw a notification on your phone the next time you sat down you grinned. 

Not even a thank you.  8:20

What if I’m not? 8:22

The smile that had overtaken your face made your cheeks hurt. You weren’t going to admit that to him though. 

You really want to find out what happens if you don’t? 9:32

Is that a challenge? 9:33

An easy one. 9:33

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Lumi Plays Pokémon: White 2 Bug Monotype Run- Part 7

Well, we've rounded the team out a bit with a Dwebble that isn't weak to Flying or Fire Type. I'm sure we'll be able to handle anything that comes our way, right?

Oh god that's scary.

Jokes aside, the newly acquired Candy did actually manage to take down that Sigilyph! (With a lot of heal spamming and sacrifice plays...)

The rest of the Desert Resort went a lot smoother though, and the team got a good bit stronger! We also grabbed some good items too. Here's where the squad is at after tackling all the trainers:

So, with the desert behind us, we headed to Nimbasa- but not before some guy wants me to take over an avenue?

He asks me about my favourite things to say and do, to which there is an obvious answer.

But finally! We make it to Nimbasa. I'm sure I'll go back to that avenue sometime. Probably.

So I healed at the Pokémon Centre, and explored the town, getting more items and bumping into some guys who I battle.

I'm sure these two won't be part of a traumatic storyline in a game released 10 years later! Probably.

My next destination is actually Route 5, where I meet up with Bianca and she gives me Fly!

She also tells us about Hidden Grottos, and this unlocks grottos all over the world for us to find. I'll keep that in mind.

I don't do anything else here though, and instead go over to the other Route out of Nimbasa, and to the small secluded area north of it- Lostlorn Forest.

Here there are a couple of Bug types I can find, but there's one that I'm most interested in. In the forest is a Hidden Grotto, and within the grotto, you can find Heracross with Defiant. Pretty powerful. You can also find Pinsir with Defiant, and regular Pinsir too, but none of them have the alluring Fighting Type to help with any rocky foes and to get STAB for all the Fighting Type moves we'd be using.

I do some running around, regenerating the grotto, to see if I can get lucky- and I need to get really lucky.

In the meantime, I'm also checking rustling grass because...

A new friend! We catch her, of course.

I run around for 30-60 minutes, checking on the grotto, but ultimately it comes to nothing. We don't find any Pokémon, let alone the Heracross I had hoped I may find. I knew it was a long shot, but just how long?

Well, grottos regenerate after 256 steps, 5% of the time. Of that 5%, you have a 20% chance of it spawning a Pokémon, meaning every 256 steps there's a 1% chance of a Pokémon. Among those in the forest, Heracross is very, very rare. When the grotto regenerates, there's a 0.75% chance of Heracross. This means, every 256 steps, I have a 0.0375% chance of getting a Heracross to spawn in! I'm sure that'll happen in no time, right?

Well, assuming I was 'on odds' so to speak, and it took me the very average number of steps to find this Heracross, how many steps would I need to take? Roughly 680,000. And (generously) assuming that the bike can travel 20 steps in a second, this would take around 34,000 seconds- or almost 9 and a half hours. Yeah... We're not doing that, sorry Heracross!

(Note: my numbers may be wrong, and I did them quickly, so feel free to fact check!)

With that in mind, we're just going to call getting the Vespiquen a success, and she's going to need a name!

Leave your suggestions in the notes as usual please!

I don't know if she'll be a permanent team member, given that we have some very good Bugs coming up later, but for now she's here and she's going to be doing her best for the team!

Next time, Elesa. The most popular gym leader, and our next gym battle!