#she's like the opposite of a hennessy for me in that i relate very little to her but love every-fucking-thing about her So Much

[crimeronan]

saw the new toh trailer and immediately thought of your luz golden guard nightmare sequence. so excited to psychoanalyze whatever she’s got going on.

I LOVE MY GIRL AND HER FUCKING PROBLEMSSSS EXPLICIT ANXIOUS VILLAIN PARALLELS TO A GUY WHO'S TOTALLY FUCKED YOUR LOVED ONES UP FOR LIFE LET'S GOOOOO 🙏✌️👍🥳🙋‍♀️😎🥰🤞❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

[girl4pay]

i don’t know if you’re still doing the rambling (?) meme but i love reading your words so 📁about anything at all, but if i should give a topic niall asshole lynch (to go with the amazing aurora one?)

fkjdlsa;jfkdlsaj; i am always doing the rambling meme that’s like a perfect description of my state of existence. i don’t exactly have headcanons about niall asshole lynch but i do think a lot about how violence is a father to son inheritance in trc like you have the very obvious example of adam which i’m pretty sure i’ve talked about before but you also have declan and ronan who both interact with their father’s violence in different ways - declan uses it as a tool and compartmentalizes it into His Father’s World, where violence is honest and nearly constant, and the townhouse kind of world, where violence is faraway and casual and hidden, and to ronan violence is a language and a tribute and a form of expression and relation: his father taught him how to box, his father left him the ability to create life which is a delayed act of violence, his father died on the driveway minutes before ronan found him. like when ronan commits violence the words describing it are almost artistic...matthew is the only lynch brother who isn’t primed to violence like that (i feel like he might have wrestled someone at some point but that doesn’t qualify in the same way imo) and like i’m not going to get into the whole creation myth garden of eden allegory that’s there because no one wants me to be catholic on main let alone myself but also now i’m thinking about if we’re going to get a cain and abel situation in the cdth saga but also i’m OFF TOPIC. anyway then you obviously have noah, whose murder is whelk’s reaction to his father’s fall from grace and abandonment (puke rich boy problems but like that was his motivation) so his entire afterlife is defined by the trauma of bearing whelks anger towards his own father, and gansey, who is conflicted about it but still mimics his father in the harm he causes his friends in trying to manipulate them to fit his own standards and expectations. i care very little about kavinsky but his violence is pretty clearly linked to his father’s abuse and absence...like you could argue that kavinsky is ronan’s foil mainly because he believes in his own mythology as opposed to ronan who believes in his father’s, and you have that direct link between kavisnky and niall who both live violently for violence’s sake and ultimately both explosively self destruct..even piper’s violence, although largely just dumb and selfish, is enacted through the family business her fathers/uncles have taught her. also the grey man but i truly cannot remember enough about his backstory to get into that. i think gwenllian is the only character whose violence acts in direct opposition to her father and that is why i love her. you also have characters with absent fathers, namely henry, blue and hennessy. hennessy’s moments of violence are largely practical or turned inwards, henry has a marked distaste for violence of all kinds and blue probably has the most well adjusted relationship to violence to anyone in the books besides gwenllian, embodied by her little pink switchblade that she feels uncomfortable with but will use when necessary...trc is about connection and absence and harm is an inherent aspect of both those things and the books do a varied in quality but always interesting job of showing the different ways combinations of the two can affect relationships. also cannot wait for more creation is violence discourse as the books go on i feel like that’s the most underdiscussed theme of those books.

[prettymuchboo]

No longer friends // N;M

MY MASTERLIST

Request: if you are taking requests can you write a nick imagine where you two aren’t really dating but you guys know you like each other and he slaps your butt? Lol thanks!

“Nicholas, could you wait?” You snarled “We’re not even late.”

You were trying to keep up with the big strides, your best friend Nick took.

You and Nick had a very different best-friend relationship. Both of you always argued or had many disagreements, but took care of each other. That’s just how your friendship worked.

“But we’re going to be late, if you don’t work your tiny legs” he scoffed, taking even bigger steps.

“Tiny?!” You hollered, still trying to close the distance a little bit between you two “You’re the one being 5”8! Zion looks like a tree beside you.”

“You’re 5”4, and Zion looks like a tree beside everyone” Nick insulted, still speeding up like he’s in a marathon.

“Slow down!” You warned, as your legs began to hurt.

The whole squad wanted to meet up. Brandon, Edwin, Austin, Zion, Tiffany, Nick and you wanted to be all together again and just chill out. Your best friend, Nick offered you to go together, and you agreed. But you wished you didn’t. All he said was, that y’all are going to be late, even though there were still 10 minutes left and the lounge wasn’t far away from your home. He was probably angry about something again, and let it all out on you.

Nick abruptly stopped in his tracks, and turned around to face you. You finally managed to keep up with him and tried to catch your breath.

Before you could try to breath like an healthy human being, he started to walk even faster. How could he walk so fast?

“Hell no!” You snapped, while you didn’t mind to keep up with him anymore “what’s wrong with you? I hate when you’re angry and let it all out on me.”

He stopped walking and turned around once again, taking steps towards you.

His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment, you knew he was already far away, while only being a few inches in front of you. Once more, you was the enemy. These swings from most loved to most hated would be the end of you. There was no in between, he either loved or hated you.

You drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare from him feeling like fire. He just scoffed, while speeding up again.

What was all that about? What is his problem? You didn’t do anything!

Both of you arrived at the lounge with a huge distance in between.

“Aye, look who came” Zion smiled, pulling you into a bear hug “ What took y’all so long?”

“Nothing important” you shook off with a hand gesture, looking over at Nick, who was now ignoring you.

After greeting everyone, all of you sat down on some comfortable coaches and ordered food and cold drinks.

You were sitting between Edwin and Tiffany. But the moment you sat down, you regretted it because they were all lovey dovey together, while you were in the middle of it.

You were deep in thought, until Tiffany elbowed you. “Girl, what’s going on with you and Nick. All he does is staring at you and you’re acting like you ain’t even here” she worried, resting a warm hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know he’s acting completely weird. He’s not just bickering, but giving me such an intense gaze for a few weeks now” you confessed, crossing your arms and looking over at Nick, who had his gaze already on you. His look was unreadable and you sunk down lower in your seat.

Tiffany started laughing and shaking her head. You quickly spun your head toward her, giving her an awkward stare.

“What’s so funny?” You perplexed.

“Nothing. Just go talk to him” she told you with a knowing look.

Narrowing your eyes, you observed her. “You’re hiding something from me, but I ain’t got no time for that. I just wanna have fun right now” you hesitated and took a sip of your drink.

“Hennessy!!” Austin exclaimed, pulling out the big bottle. Your eyes widened in suprise.

“Austin, since when do you drink that hard stuff?” Brandon blurted, as he sat up.

“I don’t. But let’s all experience it together, it’s been a while since I drank some” He was happy like a little boy. Everybody shrugged and Edwin told the waitress to bring some glasses.

“I don’t know, mate” Brandon doubted.

“C’mon, B. Just for once, what could go wrong?” Zion encouraged him.

Hesitantly, he agreed. Before anyone could do something, Nick opened the bottle and poured himself some. Everybody looked at Nick in suprise. They knew that he was the most mature one, but never really saw Nick drinking.

You wrapped your manicured fingers around the glass, and you felt your heat leaching into the drink. You raised the glass to sip, feeling the keen bun in your tongue and throat.

After the first shots, everybody was fine and talking. The second round was okay, except for Tiffany, who was giggling all the time and sat down on Edwin’s lap.

After the third round, Zion, Brandon and you started wincing.

“I’m out, I can’t take no more” Tiffany, Edwin and Brandon called out.

After the fourth shots, Zion and Austin capitulated, and hugged each other.

You looked up, to lock your eyes with your best friend who’s on the opposite side.

“Don’t battle against me, Y/n/n. You’ll lose” he smirked, holding up the bottle.

“You wish, Nicholas” You slurred, snatching away the bottle out of his hand.

Pouring in two shots, he watched your every move.

“Let’s see what you can handle, Mara” You provoked, feeling the fire going down your throat, your eyes swivelling towards the back of your head in a distressed sense of a headache. You sighed as the walls become part of a fun house, changing figure in a blink of an eye. Your breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered your nostrils, and your mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol you drank. You cleared your throat as you stood up, just to fall back down on your butt in an unbalanced attempt to walk home.

Nick quickly stood up to help you. You gripped onto his body, he was holding your waist, while you rested your head on his shoulder.

He called an uber for everyone and waited until everyone was on their way home.

While he did that, you sat outside the lounge on a bank.

You stood up the moment you saw Nick coming outside. “Everybody’s on their way home. C’mon, I called an uber” he muttered, without any emotions in his voice. He walked away from you to go to the taxi.

“No” you frowned “First, I wanna know what’s wrong with you.”

He abruptly stopped, sighing. “Nothing’s wrong with me, let’s go now.” He wanted to leave again, but you couldn’t let him go without knowing what’s going on in his head.

You faced him, as you grabbed his arm with your cold hand.

That’s when you became sober, his emotions telling you he needed more of a connection with you. His eyes were so different from the ones you saw just a few hours ago, more soft. The aggressive, hating eyes were gone, and the loving and caring eyes were staring into yours. If you wouldn’t drank that much, you would drop your gaze, but with him you’re drawn in closer, always wanting more. Then he says the words you needed to hear, “I never thought that I would fall in love.”

You froze, mouth tearing apart. Before you could say anything, he placed his thumb on your plumb lips. He leaned down closer to you, and you felt yourself becoming closer.

“You don’t know for how long I wanted this to happen”, you said in barely more than a whisper.

“I think I can relate”, he replied, his voice low and husky.

“Show me” your voices wavers, exhilarated from the tension between both of you.

Your lips start to dry, as he gently leaned down and kissed your warm lips. You pulled apart and took shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain yourselves anymore, you held his head in your hands and pulled him into a fiery and passionate kiss.

His hands worked their way around your body, feeling each part, each line along your perfect physique. Nick’s hands ventured over your curved body and exploring, and before you could protest, he smacked your ass. You pulled apart and opened your eyes. Your face became crimson red, and you deeply stared at each other. His eyes full of wonder and love, yours full of curiosity and passion. You rested your forehead against his.

No words are spoken, but a story worthy of you is communicated.

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(A/N) This is so trash, I’m sorry. But thanks for the request ☀️

[willidleaway]

Doctor Who, series 10, episode 1, ‘The Pilot’

In short: You’re all right, Bill Potts. Let’s see what you get up to.

In less short: This won’t surprise long-time readers of this tumblelog, but I really haven’t enjoyed a lot of new!Who or Sherlock lately. I feel like both shows sort of lost sight of what their strengths are. Sherlock got lost in high-action espionage material and basically became unrecognisable. New!Who was still Doctor Who, just ... it’d gotten a bit fatalist, which just isn’t my style. But I also really think some of the writing and story started to gradually lose cohesion and attention to detail.

And, I mean, I was gearing up for total disappointment with the series premiere. [0] But this ... this was flat-out good. Not ‘interesting’. Not ‘promising’. Not ‘tantalisingly close to adequate storytelling’. Actually. Good.

It seems no accident to me that the episode is titled ‘The Pilot’ because, more so than the usual new-Doctor or new-Companion episode, it really felt like a pilot for a new new!Who. Look at all the callbacks to old!Who. Look at the basic setup of ‘Doctor disguised as eccentric around a school, found out by school staff who then becomes Companion’. It’s a pilot for a larger retool, a re-reboot, trying to call us back to how things were so very long ago. [1]

And I think a lot of it is simply because of Bill Potts.

Section 1: In Which I Go on an Overly Elaborate Rant on Clara Oswald’s Tenure (Yes, Again), Trying to Make A Point Regarding Bill Potts

I mean, let’s look back at a selection of new!Who companions.

Rose Tyler was a Londoner living with her single mum and working at a department store. Suddenly, Autons. Also suddenly, Ninth Doctor.

Martha Jones was a medical student working at a hospital. Suddenly, Judoon. Also suddenly, Tenth Doctor.

Donna Noble was a temp working at a dead-end job. Suddenly, spiders. Also suddenly, Tenth Doctor. Later: walking fat. Also later: Ten, again.

Amy Pond was a little girl living with her aunt. Suddenly, crash-landing TARDIS, with free Eleventh Doctor. This changes everything.

Clara Oswald was ... erm ... well so she was a crew member in the future obsessed with soufflés? who was actually a Dalek?? and then she was also this Victorian maid? who died somehow?? and then she was this ... person? who babysat the kids next door? but then was actually a teacher?? who then became a UNIT agent??? or at least a freelancer??? Seriously, who was Clara exactly before the Doctor happened to her? [2]

Clara’s entry into the series was extremely convoluted at the outset, and it always made her feel more like a MacGuffin than an actual character. She got better towards the end of series 8, but I always feel like her character, despite the mind-boggling task of being the Impossible Girl, never quite got the clarity and definition that her precedessors did. She got short shrift.

Add to this the fact that the show under Moffat got ever more contrived in its stories, and more focussed on the Doctor than the Companions (looking at you, ‘Heaven Sent’). The solution of a good Who conundrum always combines the logos of the Doctor and the pathos (and often ethos) of the Companion, and a Who episode without both (or without either, god forbid) always feels empty and anticlimactic.

Section 2: In Which I Actually Make the Point Regarding Bill Potts

Given this, Bill’s very straightforward entry into the series is very refreshing.

See? Bill Potts is a canteen worker who likes chips and women, and also the Doctor’s lectures. Suddenly, puddle. Also, Twelve as a university lecturer.

Simple setup. Refreshingly simple. No timey-wimey nonsense. Harkens back to older days.

Section 3: In Which, Having Made My (Astoundingly Anticlimactic) Point About Bill Potts, I Continue Talking About Bill Potts

Because, you see, Bill Potts is at the core of this episode, not the Doctor. Bill Potts more or less is this episode. Her experiences, her emotions—they drive the story forward.

Speaking of which, this episode really wants to make sure that you know about Bill’s lesbotic tendencies, possibly even more so than the barrister in this Fry and Laurie sketch wants you to believe that Miss Talliot is a voracious lesbite. That’s not a problem in and of itself, but ... well, look:

Exhibit A: a natural way of indicating your character is attracted to women (hm, either lesbian or bi/pan, then).

Exhibit B: a decidedly unnatural way of indicating your character is attracted to women (lesbian, I guess). Bill, your foster mum is just telling you to keep on your guard around men, who statistically speaking are attracted to women. I mean, does she actually forget that you’re not attracted to men?

It works out in the end, though. What drives the rest of the story is a bit of infatuation that as far as I’m concerned is treated pretty much the same way that an opposite-sex infatuation would’ve been treated. It doesn’t feel vilified or exploitative or anything, as far as I can tell. It’s what we’ve come to expect from Doctor Who since RTD rebooted it all those years ago, and it’s what we should expect from all media.

Because Bill could literally be just the canteen worker giving you extra chips with a wink and a smile, she’s also quite relatable and tangible as a character, in a way that Soufflé Girl never really ended up being. She watches movies with lizard people on Netflix. She’s less concerned about how old the Doctor is when he’s been around for fifty years, and more concerned that the Doctor isn’t lecturing on topics he’s supposed to be lecturing on. She doesn’t frown when she doesn’t understand something—she smiles.

Speaking of which, look at her face after the Doctor stops trying to explain to her what a Dalek is:

Consistent personality! Yay!

Also she goes through like three or four different hairdos through the several months over which this episode probably takes place, and they’re all amazing.

Bill’s hair holds as much promise as Twelve’s eyebrows. Truly we live in a blessed time for hair on Doctor Who.

Section 4: In Which There Are Lingering Questions

Remember this bit?

How did the Doctor explain this away, anyway? We never see him trying to explain it, but Bill seems like the no-nonsense kind of gal who would have tried to wring an explanation out of him somehow.

Also, why did Jennifer Hennessy get billed as Moira without any explanation that she’s Bill’s foster mum?

Oh and one last thing:

And now, please rise for the only appropriate reaction:

Section 5: In Which I Hastily Conclude This Show Is Good Again

This show is good again.

Section 6: In Which I Reveal I Lied About Concluding, and Spout Some More Nonsense

This makes up for series 4 of Sherlock being a bit nonsensical, I think. In fact, I half-wonder if all the effort in the past year hasn’t gone more into making this a good send-off year for Moffat as new!Who showrunner than into making a good send-off for Sherlock.

It also indicates that whatever happened during last year’s hiatus ... worked. Maybe everyone just needed to take a step back and take a deep breath, which is what I wager people wanted to do for ‘Deep Breath’ (but evidently this didn’t really happen).

I dunno, I’m actually really excited for this show again, and I don’t think it’s just because it’s been a while. I don’t think it’s even just by virtue of not having Clara. I think it’s because Steven Moffat actually showed he can competently write a story driven by women characters without resorting to some kind of caricatured archetype.

... mostly.

Footnotes:

[0: I even had a nice, tedious post queued up about Music Construction Set for the Apple II, and how terrible the built-in audio capabilities of old home computers are. It was going to be interesting.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t. But it’s still going up later on, and you can’t do anything about it.]

[1: Not erasing the previous canon, just pushing it into the background as is natural. (Take notes, Disney!Lucasfilm.) I heard Clara’s leitmotif near the end like everyone else.

Actually, I spent some part of the episode thinking Heather was Clara in disguise watching over the Doctor, and thank goodness that this did not come to pass.]

[2: I’m not exaggerating my personal reaction much here. The way Clara entered the show probably seemed extremely clever to Moffat at the time of writing it, but to me it just ended up being a baffling mess that hurt her character more than it helped.]