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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Hey! I saw your request were open.sorry if their not you can delete this of their not.anyway can i please request prompt #32 with Ran-Mao from black butler please?thank you a lot! Btw I really love your blog.your a great writer!!

I’m always giving my best darling❤️.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, harassment, stalking, obsessiveness, violence, killing, blood, body parts

Prompt 32: “Babe! I brought you a gift. You don’t know what that is? Let me tell you. These are the eyes of the person who kept looking at you today.”

You wondered where she had gone. It was not like her to miss out a chance to spend time with you, this just wasn’t like Ran Mao. Usually she always waited in front of your house, following you silently in the house and spending the rest of the night and early morning cuddling with you.

You had no idea when exactly she had even confessed to you, you couldn’t remember that she had ever told you about her feelings. Ran Mao wasn’t very talkative.

When you had first met her, together with this guy named Lau, you had even doubted that she could understand your language at all. The few times she had said something, she had spoken in a more broken tone, giving you the feeling that she didn’t know the words.

But she seemed to understand everything just fine, you had taken notice of that the moment you had accidentally mentioned one time that you had wanted desperately some pastries a new bakery had started selling. Sadly you were at that time a bit short on money, having to miss this sweet temptation.

Maybe that was how she had confessed to you now that you were thinking about it. Because she had stood for the first time in front of your house at that time, holding a huge box with the logo of the bakery in her hands. Not a single word had been uttered, she had just given it to you, waiting for your reaction.

You had never interacted with her before, she had only sat on Lau’s lap, watching when you two had been talking. God knows how you had managed to make friends with that guy, but he was a funny guy to be with after all.

But at one point she had just started to pay more attention to you, her golden eyes constantly watching you and seemingly being interested in whatever word you had spoken.

And on that night you had let her for the first time in your house, this gorgeous Chinese beauty.

And from there on this had become a routine, her always waiting for you at the front door after you had finished work and you two just spending the following few hours together before you two fell asleep together.

You had at first been worried for Lau, fearing that he might be somewhat hurt by Ran Mao’s sudden change in behavior. But luckily he didn’t seem all too affected by it. Much more on the contrary. He had told you that he was happy for her since he had noticed that she seemed to be in a much more good mood since she had met you and you had started dedicating more time to her.

The first time she had suddenly started sitting on your lap rather than Lau’s, you had been a bashful mess, not a single word had left your mouth. You hadn’t been able to think clearly, not with her on your lap and hugging you in front of Lau, who had seemed more amused by this.

You still weren’t completely used to it, Ran Mao was incredibly distracting. Not in a bad way, but she was very attractive, no one could deny that. You had once tried to talk with her about this behavior of hers. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, but it was just the fact that you would like to avoid misunderstandings since she even did it in front of other people.

She had not understood it, she had just tilted her head back then and watched you as if not sure if she had heard it right. You had felt terribly bad afterwards, trying to make it up by being more cuddly and tolerating when you two were in private. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have been touchy even if you wouldn’t have been.

She had learned to restrain herself more in public even though she still clinged into your arm all the time. But at the very least she had stopped placing herself in your lap except when with Lau or alone. You had never expected her to be the clingy type when you had first seen her, she had looked more cold.

In reality she was anything, but cold. In fact she was one of the most lovely persons you had met. She rarely talked, but she was just so mindful and lovingly with everything else she did that you felt thankful for having crossed paths with her. She had always been there for you.

Maybe that was why you felt a bit hurt right now. Because she wasn’t here. And especially today you really would have needed someone to comfort and listen to you. Ran Mao knew that as well, didn’t she? She had been there when this person had kept looking at you, the reel of alcohol and his rotten breath still causing you to feel nauseous.

Luckily he hadn’t approached you, Ran Mao having stopped him with a quick kick which had led him to landing on his face before she had grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you away from the man who had started shouting and cursing at you two, spitting out some rather nasty words before an police man had stopped him and taken him under custody. Letting a drunken man like this run freely around wouldn’t have been a good idea anyways.

You turned around in your bed, eyes trailing instantly to the spot Ran Mao would have layed by now. You missed her a lot right now. Lau had informed you that she had been busy with something, but you hadn’t expected that it would take her that long. Normally she always finished her tasks in the matter of less than an hours. What was taking her so long?

He could only stare at the person in fear, shaking like crazy. It was too dark to confirm who exactly it was, but from the dim light that the moon was gifting him, he was sure he could indentify the body line of a woman.

But that was not possible, not from the utter display of skilled and brute strength he had just witnessed. No one fought like this! No human could destroy a whole wall and knock out all officers!

Maybe he was still drunk? He had quite the few shots after all. No, he surely hadn’t drunken that much. The fear was way to real and even if he should still have been somewhat foggy before, he was sure he had sobered up by now.

“No human can do this...” There was this small and terrifying thought crossing his mind, one he refused to believe. What was he thinking? Stuff like vampires and witches where some dumb shot from fairy tails. And yet, when he looked into those golden eyes, ice-cold and yet burning with a bright fire, he couldn’t help, but think of one word. “A demon.”

It seemed like the devil had decided to go after him. He should have listened to his parents, his friends, everyone around him. Everyone had warned him that one day he would get a payback for his actions, his disloyalty, his habit of drinking until late at night. And now death would finally punish him in the form of the creatures he had always chased after. How mocking fate was.

“You hurt...the most precious person.” After that he only remembered darkness. Eternal darkness.

“Babe!” You stirred up from your slumber, being softly shaken by someone. Who? What? Where? You slowly sat up, stretching yourself to get rid of the stiffness and rubbing your eyes.

With still half-closed eyes you turned around, blinking several times in an attempt to widen your field of vision. And that’s when you finally noticed the person sitting beside you on the bed.

You were at first happy that she had finally made it, you must have fallen asleep whilst waiting for her. But that’s when something else crossed your mind. How did she get inside...?

Just as you were about to ask her the question, you noticed the open window, halting in your actions. Had she...?

“Ran Mao...” Judging from the way she had cuddled herself comfortably next to your side, she was listening, eyes waiting you to finish your sentence.

“Did-did you enter through the window? The closed window? At least ten meters above the ground?” You were flabbergasted the moment she simply nodded like it wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware of the abilities of Ran Mao, you knew she was agile, strong and an excellent fighter. You hadn’t known that she had much more up her sleeves, but that wasn’t what shocked you so much. It was the fact that she didn’t seem to realize that breaking into your house was...well, wrong.

“Why are you here?” You we’re still staring stunned at the opened window, asking yourself how she had managed to open it from the outside without breaking it. That was before your attention was shifted from the window to a small and noble looking wooden box, fine patterns being carved into it. “I brought you a gift.”

Her words still sounded a bit slow-spoken, but it was surprising that she was talking so much in the first place. You didn’t mind, you really liked her voice. But mixed with this rather...odd situation it felt a bit weird.

You slowly took the box, observing it a bit. “Is that the reason why you were so busy?” A small nod of confirmation from Ran Mao was all you needed. And in that moment you started feeling a bit guilty, giving her a somewhat unsure look.

“I appreciate it, really. But I feel bad since I don’t have anything for you...Just like all the other times you gifted me something.”

It happened all so often that Ran Mao gifted you something, no matter how expensive or rare. She seemed to always find ways to get you what you wanted. And different from with the physical affection, she hadn’t slowed it down when you had talked with her about it. You had felt terrible because you knew you would never be able to get her the things she gifted you, there had even been a time where you had tried to reject the presents because you had felt too bad.

You had stopped not long afterwards, after she had just stood there, holding her arms out in expectations of you taking it, a certain feeling of slight desperation and hurt surrounding her. You hadn’t been able to say no to those leading eyes.

What had she gifted you so far? Pastries, expensive ingredients, jewelry, clothes, flowers, decorations...The list was long. Whenever you had expressed your interest in something, you had gotten it only shortly afterwards from her. But you couldn’t recall that you had showed interest in anything lately, making you curious about what she had gotten you so suddenly. You suspected she had bought you something due to the recent accident.

“You don’t know what this is?” You guessed your reaction could have been worse than just kind of freezing the moment you opened the small box and were met with a nasty stench, two round-like things laying inside the piece of wood. You didn’t know why you were so calm, this would have been the perfect moment to scream and have a panic attack.

Maybe...just maybe it was due to the fact that you had used to work in a hospital and had seen some stuff in there.

But you had definitely never seen eyeballs that detailed and clearly before, not to mention not placed in the skull which they should have been instead of in a small expensive box, gifted as a present to you. Were you crazy for suddenly thinking how she had been able to rip them out so clearly and cleaned them up so well? Shouldn’t you worry more about the person who was missing them right now or if they were even alive anymore? Yes, yes you should.

“Let me tell you.” You really wished to find out how she could sound so incredibly casually right now given the fact that she had just given you the eyes of someone. Shouldn’t she act a bit different as well? Panicked? Guilty? Maybe angry because that person did something wrong to you? Really anything, but her usual clingy and calm self?

“These are the eyes of the person who kept looking at you today.” You didn’t do anything when she started rubbing her face against yours, wanting more physical contact with you. You didn’t know if you were either too shocked or if your brain had just stopped working, you only knew that you felt somewhat blank in that moment. You probably just didn’t know how to react to this and what to think, leading you to doing nothing.

Ran Mao seemed to notice it as well, blinking a bit confused. “Don’t you...like it?” What was this even for a question?

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ran mao

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arabian-bloodstream · 4 years ago

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I saw ‘Annette.’ I haz thoughts.

This movie was brilliant. I can't wait to watch again because the brilliance of it didn't really truly hit until the final scene. It was in that final scene when it all came together. Leos Carax didn't waste a single frame, a single line of dialogue, music, etc.

There are MAJOR SPOILERS!!

The performances were brilliant all around. Adam was fantastic. Simon Helberg's stand-out scene with his solo was absolutely stellar, at turns funny and heartbreaking. Marion Cottilard was beautiful and haunting. Devyn McDowell as the (finally) human Annette was wonderful, holding her own against Adam Driver while singing!

Henry McHenry truly is a monster. I mentioned above that Carax didn't waste a line. Henry mentioned in his comedy act early on that he became a comedian to say things he could say without being hated/judged. He says awful things. And there are so many little things that point to that he IS a monster so that...

* When Ann dies it's a little ambiguous. There *is* a storm. He is drunk. He isn't in full control of his facilities. * When Baby Annette begins singing, it's less ambiguous, he *is* using her, but it's still a miraculous thing and Simon Helberg's character, the Conductor, is in on it because sharing the miracle of Baby Annette with the world is amazing. * When Henry finds out that the Conductor could likely be Annette's father and that the knowledge of it could take away his free ride, he murders him. Yeah, no ambiguity there.

So after Henry has been outed and is in prison, Annette comes to visit. Up to this point, Annette has been varying aged up freaky looking puppets (like a female version of Chucky, but less malevolent like). Henry points out she looks different, the puppet-Annette sitting in from of him agrees, but the voice comes from across the room and lo and behold! It's an actual little girl standing there.

The rest of the scene continues between Henry and this real girl and I was astounded. Everything fell into place. Annette told him it was good he was in prison because he couldn't kill anymore. She also told him he couldn't love anymore. He tried to tell her he could love her. But she wouldn't let him love her. They began to sing. She wanted to forget, couldn't forgive both of her parents. He didn't want Ann blamed. It was a back and forth, beautifully done. Young Devyn held her own so well opposite Adam. He again tried to tell her he could love her, but no, no, she would not let him.

What was so incredibly powerful about this scene, how this scene and how it ended once Annette left -- which I will not describe -- is that it brought the entire film into focus. Everything made sense. Prior to this scene, Annette was a puppet because the entire film up until this scene was from HENRY's POINT OF VIEW.

Remember when I said that at the top that "Leos Carax didn't waste a single frame, a single line of dialogue, music, etc. " That's where this really comes into play.

The film begins with the director, Sparks, cast and crew singing "So May We Start," let's break a few things down in there. First of all, Adam is the first actor who sings, and more importantly the first character that is addressed is his character, Henry McHenry... meaning it is HIS story that we're watching unfold. And almost every single scene includes Henry, focuses on Henry, but if you look at the scenes that don't... ah! That's when the latter scenes come into play and show that, yes, it's ALL from Henry's point of view indeed.

The Conductor's solo scenes has information that, again, in retrospect we know that Henry must have known from Ann. Henry knew, Henry absolutely knew...

All of Ann's opera scenes focus on her dying because Henry's jealousy grows and grows until he's ready to take her out, and his love for her becomes twisted into monstrous hatred. And in retrospect, no, her death was not ambiguous, he meant for her to die, absolutely.

Then there is Ann's #MeToo dream, why that? Well, again, Henry's point of view. Take that scene paired with Henry's later scene when he's surrounding himself with all of the different women. Ann's dream was foreshadowing Henry's treatment of her, and paired with his callousness towards women in the latter scene, how he has always used and manipulated people.

Which brings us to who Henry is as a user and a abuser. Someone who used everyone as puppets. He manipulated everyone, using them to do what he wanted, to make him happy, to give him what he wanted, to thrill him, to give him a high. His back-up singers. His audiences. Ann. The Conductor (who didn't even have a name, he was just "my conductor friend"), and then, of course, Annette. Annette was literally a puppet.

Annette was LITERALLY Henry's puppet until the final scene when he was locked away and he could use her no more. That is when she was finally able to be a real girl, when she broke free from him and it was no longer Henry's story. She was no longer his puppet.

Aah, so brilliant. So beautiful.

A few random comments...

- The song "We Love Each Other So Much" that I didn't think much of when I listened to some of the soundtrack, I remember remarking that I hoped it worked better in the context of the film. It does. It DOES SO MUCH. It's absolutely perfect in the context of the film, and then is a sucker-punch when it's true origin is revealed later.

- The courthouse scene was the first (but not the last) time I teared up. Henry desperately searching for, singing to the sweet Ann, but in the end, the vengeful Ann found him. So, so well done.

- Now why was Ann always eating an apple? Because of Eve. Eve ate the apple because she was tempted by the devil. Henry is the devil. Henry is evil, a monster. That's why we saw Ann always eating an apple. And in her solo song, she was describing the sweet, innocent girl--the voice of an angel, a good girl, who was used and abused by men when she came into her beauty. At the end of that scene, then who showed up when she had Annette protectively with her? Henry, looking quite malevolent indeed.

- The mark on Henry's face -- which one critic was like 'wtf? is up with that? random! -- appeared after Henry killed Ann and kept growing. Was it an outward reflection of Henry's guilt over what he had done to Ann? No. Henry always had that mark on his face. We just didn't know that until the final scene because prior to that it, we'd only seen Henry's version of himself, not the REAL Henry. Think of it, Annette was barely older than we'd last seen her before he was jailed when she went to see him in prison, but Henry looked SO different. Why? Because that was the REAL Henry McHenry. Not the stylized, romantic version of himself that we'd seen through his eyes. After he killed Ann we started to see him look more and more like the real Henry. In prison, that was the real Henry.

Again, this film was just absolutely magnificent. I simply can't wait to watch it again. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

#adam driver #annette #leos carax #marion cotillard #simon helberg #movie review

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killerandhealerqueen · 4 years ago

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Your top 5 favorite kdramas (any genre) *evil laugh* cuz I know it's a hard one 😂

Oooo, yeah, this is hard, also because I'm very picky when it comes to Kdramas, so it's sometimes very hard to find ones that fit my specific niche. But! That being said, here we fucking go! 1) The Fiery Priest

Oh my god, I love this drama. It's like one of the first kdramas that I watched and it was so funny and yet so emotional and the cast is fucking phenomenal and overall 10/10 would fucking watch again; sometimes I would be cry laughing when watching the episodes 2) The Devil Judge

So far, this drama has not disappointed me and I'm very much so here for it. I love the cast, I love their interactions, Gahan of course is a big +, and it's very much so a me drama. Now, however, if the ending ends like Killer and Healer...I'm going to fucking lose my shit and throw the whole drama away (I won't, of course, I'll just do what I did for Killer and Healer and ignore the last ep. because it didn't fucking happen) 3) Tell Me What You Saw

Incredibly dark drama but it's also really good. Didn't think I would like it as much as I did. Probably not a great drama to watch at you know, 2-3 am but *shrugs* it is what it is. Definitely would watch again, definitely with the lights on this time 4) Memorist

I really liked this one! It's very my style, good detective drama, I like the cast, they're all so cute and I like that they have like...one recurring theme, kind of? Like, they're chasing after one guy/person throughout the whole drama and it's not just like a one-off mention, like no, the person that they're searching for is involved with all the cases/crimes that happen so it's very nice when dramas have like an overarching case/thing they're trying to solve. Also like the mind-reading thing. That was cool 5) Beyond Evil

God, I loved this drama too! Ju-won and Dong-sik are fucking crazy but we love that about them. Also, it's very interesting to see how everyone and everything was like...connected and how they went about solving the cases (albeit a little...not lawfully sometimes) but still, they got the job done. The chemistry between Ju-won and Dong-sik was also just *chefs kiss*. Enemies to acquaintances to friends to lovers. Yes ma'am. Honorable mentions The Uncanny Counter

Ugh, I love this drama...so much. So Mun is so cute and soft and the found family and it's really a drama I haven't seen before so that was cool. I liked the idea that the found family had like different abilities/powers, like that was fucking cool. Also So Mun's friends. I love them The Good Detective

You want a good detective drama? This one is a good fucking detective drama. Again, an overarching theme/case with this one which we love to see. The cast is brilliant and there are some characters who are assholes that get a redeeming arc and really, those that do actually deserve the redemption arc. It's great. Good drama

Mystic Pop-Up Bar

Now, when this was coming out, I didn't understand the hype about it (mainly because it just didn't seem like a drama that I would like). BOY WAS I FUCKING WRONG. This drama is so good and it's very different and the characters backstories and the found family and the softness as well as the badassness of it all...hmm, yes good. Honestly, if you want to see the kdramas that I enjoyed, I have a Drama/Movie Masterlist on my blog that has all the dramas that I've ever watched and enjoyed (I only put the dramas that I like/enjoyed on that list) so yeah! Ask me my Top 5 anything...

#sass answers #top 5 asks

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 4 years ago

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Small Time Witch Ch 2

So I guess I’m writing a series. Part two of this story is starting to build my narrative. This story will be a super slow burn. Sorry if you’re looking for smut right off the bat. I like a plot. Check out Marvel Wiki for more info on Witches. Stay tuned for more.

Since Director Fury’s office was on the way to the training room you decided to drop off a few reports to his office. Since you were stopping by his office you decided to bring him what you assumed would be his third cup of coffee. You also knew he hadn’t eaten breakfast so you grabbed him a bagel too. Popping your head around the corner his assistant didn’t look up from the computer screen but she heard you. “He’s not in.” You didn’t say anything. You juggled your things grabbing your bagel with your teeth and headed down to the training room. You turned to push the door open with your back nearly falling over when someone grabbed it for you. You stumbled and almost dropped everything. You did not look up and made your way to the nearest table to set everything down. Fury was waiting watching you struggle.

“Oh hey. I have the third quarter budget ready for you to sign. I brought you a bagel and another cup of coffee. Hot bitter and joyless. Just like you like it.” He laughed. It wasn’t weird to you but everyone else in the room was stunned.

“Thank you, y/l/n. Go easy on them.”

“I make no promises, sir.” He shook his head still laughing to himself and left the room.

You turned around only expecting Loki but all of the Avengers were staring at you. Your bagel was hanging out of your mouth and one earbud was still in. You put it all down and muttered an apology. For a solid thirty seconds they all just stared at you. Tony was the first to break the silence.

“How and I mean HOW did you get Nick Fury to laugh? I swear I didn’t know he had teeth. Hand to God I’ve never even seen him so much as smile. Not even a smirk.” You didn’t answer immediately.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m funny.” You tried to sneak away and sit in the back but Steve stopped you. He directed you to a chair facing everyone and you felt like you were in trouble. Loki and Wanda were in your sight line trying to make you feel comfortable. It wasn’t working.

You were aware of everything around you. Clint tapped his pencil. Natasha shifted in her chair several times. Tony popped his gum. Bucky stood in the back with his arms folded. He had his eyes trained on you. Sam watched Steve. Rhodey checked his phone and sometimes stared out of the window. You heard the fluorescent bulbs buzzing over head. The air conditioning caught the plastic blinds on the window causing them to tap every few seconds. After a moment you were interrupted by Steve clearing his throat.

“Let’s get started. Y/N we are here to talk about your training schedule. We know in the past you were far away from danger in the van. For this next mission we’re afraid you won’t have that luxury. We are asking you to put yourself in harms way...”

“Essentially what Capsicle is trying to say is we won’t be able to protect you so you’ll have to protect yourself.” Tony interjected

Your eyes widened. You wished you could be sandwiched in between Wanda and Loki. They felt so far away even though it was just a few feet. Steve continued, “Are you up for this? We can really use your help but we can’t afford any mistakes. This is a very dangerous endeavor. A lot of moving parts. We won’t have each other’s sixes.”

“Uh yeah. I think I am. When you say training schedule....” Steve handed you a piece of paper with times and initials hand written. It was all in military time.

“0400 is that four in the morning? Like am?”

“Yes, ma’am. I know it’s early but we have a lot of ground to cover. Today you’ll spend half your time with Tony and Rhodey going over the schematics of the buildings we’ll be infiltrating. They’ll show you a replica of the security system and how they think it’s dismantled. The rest of the day with be with Loki. Tomorrow morning is when the physical work begins.”

You read further, “Weapons training?!”

“Yeah. That’s with Clint and Bucky. Nat will work on hand to hand. You’ll work with Sam and I in the gym.” This was all too much. All you could do was nod your head and take it all in. Steve kept talking. You felt like your insides were knotting and pulling. You squirmed in your seat. All of these things were imperceptible to everyone but Loki. He watched you and became more uneasy with every passing moment. Your psyche was reaching for him begging him to step in.

“Captain perhaps we should give Y/N a small break.” Steve clenched his jaw and was visibly irritated at Loki’s mere presence.

“This is important.” he said in a harsh whisper.

“Yes, I understand. You haven’t given her a moment to breathe. She was not forewarned that her first time out with all of you would include such high stakes. Let the poor girl eat her breakfast at least.”

Steve nodded and stepped away. Loki handed you your coffee and gave you a small half smile.

“I suggest you switch to tea. You are too frazzled for caffeine. We will not do anything strenuous this afternoon. You can relax.”

“Thank you. I’m about ready to bolt for the door and tell Fury to fuck off.”

“Now that would be fun to watch. I hope you don’t though. I’d certainly miss you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

He cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment. “No. I suppose you’re right. I feel strangely connected to you though. Your absence would create a hole in my life from which I’m not prepared to recover.”

Strangely you knew what he meant. You felt inexplicably bonded. You sat quietly taking small bites of your bagel while Loki studied you. The din of the room melted away and you felt calm. After a few moments Tony interrupted. “Hey, kid. You’re with us. We’re headed back to the compound.”

“Ok. I’m parked in the garage. I’ll meet you there.”

“Nonsense. Ride with me. I promise I won’t bite.” You laughed but weren’t so sure if he was joking. You looked back at Loki.

“I’ll see you this afternoon. Have fun.” He waved and you followed Tony.

Tony was far more chaotic than everyone else but you sort of enjoyed that about him. He talked fast thought fast and, much to your dismay, drove really really fast. He had a ton of questions for you. You answered but mostly he liked to hear himself talk. He was trying to figure out what headspace you were in. Were you evil? What were your intentions?

His lab was incredible. So many buttons and screens. You enjoyed the whir of the machines and the pattern of beeps and dings. Tony saw you looking around with wonder. He let you take it all in before he got down to business.

“Rhodey is joining us shortly. If you want to take a look here we can get started. Here is a mock up of the security system and the power grid.”

“It looks like the security system runs on its own power source here and the mainframe for power is on the opposite side of the building. I can’t take out both at the same time.”

“How much time will you need at each location?”

You bit your lip and tied your hair back so you could really think. “I’m not sure. There are back up generators. It would make more sense for me to cut power completely to security than to the building. I can be around 100 yards from the actual site so I won’t be detected. Better than going in blind.”

He bit the tip of his pen and smiled “I completely agree. FRIDAY run it.”

“Sure, Boss.”

Rhodey came in and they discussed tactical placement based on reconnaissance from SHIELD. It was tedious but weirdly fun. “Ok, kids. That’s lunch. Good work. High fives all around.”

The rest of the team started to file into the little kitchen off the lab. You helped yourself to a sandwich and a bag of chips. Bucky eyed your choices and you felt judged. “Enjoy those chips now. Once Steve gets a hold of you you’ll only get protein shakes and sadness.”

“Wait...why?”

Sam chimed in, “Cap’s all ‘food is medicine..blah blah blah’. Fact is you need fuel for your body to promote stamina. Cheeseburgers don’t help you run fast.”

You rolled your eyes and they both laughed. “You’ll get used to him.” Bucky added, “or you’ll stab him.”

Speak of the devil. “No stabbing, Buck.”

“But I like stabbing. I’m good at it.” he whined.

You loudly crunched a chip and Steve raised one eyebrow. “Chips huh? That’ll cost you tomorrow.”

“See? Sadness.”

Throughout the rest of lunch you joked and laughed with everyone. You were starting to feel more comfortable. The questions were easier “Where are you from...do you have a family..” You finished chatting and excused yourself to find Loki. Steve caught up with you in the hall.

You could feel that he was tense so you tried to ease his mind a little. “Apologizing again?”

“How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I know what I signed up for.”

“You’re interesting. I don’t know quite how to read you. You seem so timid a lot of the time. I’m afraid to put too much on you. The other times you’re right up in the fray with the team. I don’t know where to step with you.”

“Electrokinesis is not my only power, Captain. I’m an empath. When tensions are high I feel that from everyone and the weight of that can be crushing. When you’re calm I’m calm.” He wasn’t quite sure how to respond . He’s come across all sorts of enhanced people and aliens and gods in the last few years it makes his head spin. This was the first time he had been so intrigued by one.

You glanced at your watch and saw you were late. Steve still looked puzzled. You patted him on the arm, “Ok, Captain. I have to go but good talk.”

“See you at 4. Am. That’s in the morning.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder.

Loki was in a conference room pacing and looking mildly annoyed. He had no real agenda for you today. There was no reason for you to be “on time”. He just hated to be kept waiting. And, the more he sees you the more he wanted to see you. You his little puzzle box aching to be undone. He was so engrossed in thought that he didn’t hear you come in.

“Sorry! I got caught up.”

“I do not like to be kept waiting. You’ll do well to remember for next time.”

You but your lip and furrowed your brows. “I’m sorry. Steve and I were talking and I kind of lost track of time. I won’t let it happen again.” You moved closer to him to touch his arm. You intended to put him in a better mood but he caught your wrist.

“I know what you’re doing. Your tricks won’t work on me, pet.” He squeezed grinding the tiny bones in your wrist, “Do you need to be reminded who is the pupil and who is the teacher? I am a god foolish little girl...”

Before you could stop yourself from saying the words you mumbled, “A demigod”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was silent for several seconds before breaking out into raucous laughter.

“You do have guts I’ll give you that, mortal.” You relaxed a little and laughed too. When he felt your body settle down he pulled you to him so hard your head snapped back.

“Demigod or not I can still split you in half with the flick of my wrist. Now sit.” he growled.

You sat in the chair rubbing your wrist. You fought back tears and didn’t make eye contact with him. He sat across from you and started to speak when he saw your chin quivering. He pulled your face toward his and spoke in a gentle tone, “That smart mouth is going to be the death of you, pet. I’m sorry I lost my temper. When you’ve collected yourself we can finally get started.” You tried to take a deep breath but started sobbing instead. He rolled his eyes and tried to comfort you the best he could. He rubbed your back and silently cursed the fragile mortal ego.

“Please don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when people cry. You know when I was a child it always made me feel better when I hurt Thor. Would that make you feel better hmm? Would you like to hurt Thor?” You laughed. He wiped tears from your face.

“There. That’s my girl. Do you feel better?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I was such an ass earlier. I guess I was over confident with our friendship or whatever this is.”

He scoffed, “Of course we’re friends. I fear we’re more alike than I care to admit. I have learned the hard way that magick can’t always be the answer.” He put his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You snuggled onto his shoulder. In the stillness of the room you embraced.

He placed his hand on your forehead to extract your memories. Easier to watch instead of talk about it. He saw you running. Saw you pleading with your mother to come with you. Saw you trying to save the younger members of your coven. He heard the screams. The remnants of spells cut short. The roar of Hellfphyr. He felt your fear. Your pain. Your rage. These were things he understood well. Last he saw the most curious thing.

He watched you stand in the field where your coven performed your most sacred of rituals. You retrieved a small piece of parchment from your pocket. You raised your hands to the sky and said the incantation written there. Your eyes turned white and you were bathed in a bright white glow. Once it reached its peak it released and exploded. Everything around you was ash. Fat tears dripped down your face splashing on his hand. “Y/n, tell me about the spell.”

“My mother gave it to me. She said I was the only one strong enough to protect the coven’s magick. I’m not entirely sure what even happened when I did the spell. I blew stuff up I know that.”

He shifted so he could see you. “I think you took in all their magick. That’s what I’m feeling.”

The gears were turning in his head trying to figure out how to access what was inside of you. He paced and bit his thumb nail. Every now and then he would look up to say something but it wouldn’t quite make it out. “Come. It’s late. You need dinner and I need Wanda” he pulled you up by your hands, “Come now, darling. I have planning to do. Text Wanda. Ask her to meet us in the kitchen.”

Wanda was waiting when you got down there. “Hey. Y/N you look wrecked. What did you do to her?” she swung her head to look at Loki. He shook his head.

“I didn’t do anything. Listen. She’s a conduit!”

Wanda’s eyes widened, “No shit.”

“What’s a conduit? You asked but they kept talking over you.

“She performed a spell. I presume it was written by the leaders of her coven. The spell allowed her to take in all their magick when they passed.”

“That’s what we’ve been feeling..”

“HELLO?!” you shouted, “What’s a conduit? I know what the word means but in magical terms what does it mean?”

Wanda and Loki looked at you like they forgot you were there.

“When you did the spell you took in all the magick your coven had. All of their abilities all of the power that manifested on those sacred grounds now reside in you. Your mother must have known or else she wouldn’t have taught so hard to keep you safe.” Loki explained.

“Y/N do you have anything that belonged to your mother? The other members of your coven? Loki, maybe if she has something of theirs we can channel that energy.”

“Yeah my place. Let’s go. Shit. I don’t have my car. I’ll get us a ride.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled your contacts. You dialed Fury’s number. “Director Fury. I’m at the compound. Loki Wanda and I need to get to my car so I can get home. We discovered something. I need a ride.”

“Be outside in five.” He sounded less than amused.

“Thank you, sir” you hang up, “Ok. Our ride is on its way.”

They both looked at you like you grew another head. “Ok one day your are going to have to explain your relationship with Fury. Like who has his number?”

“He knows power when he sees it.” Loki said under his breath.

“You have explaining to do.”

“Later. Let’s get going.”

You moved quickly to the front gate constantly looking over your shoulder like you were doing something wrong. It’s not like you weren’t free to come and go. Not like you lived there. You just felt like you were escaping. It didn’t help that Bucky appeared out of nowhere.

“Where are you three off to?”

“My place.” He cocked an eyebrow and fixated on Loki.

“Witch stuff.” Wanda said to distract him. Just as he started to walk away a chopper descended in the open field. That ought to get everyone’s attention.

“That’s us!” You yelled motioning for the helicopter. Loki gave Bucky a thumbs up and smiled as you ascended.

Once all three of you had your cans on the pilot informed you that you’d be to your condo in less than 20 minutes.

“So we have time. Explain to me why Fury is so invested in you.”

“Just like Loki said. I’m powerful. He knows it. Just like he tried to acquire you but Hydra got to you first. Wanda it is no secret amongst the magical community that you are the most powerful witch alive. I’m surprised the Kales haven’t come after you.”

“Who are they?”

“A family with an ancient bloodline who controls the demon Helphyr. They sent it to murder my family. I was the only survivor. Now I know why. They won’t stop coming after me.”

That made Loki nervous and crazy angry. “You should come back to the compound with us. We can protect you.”

“No you can’t. I’m safer alone. My condo is warded. And if they come for me, they come. I won’t put any of you in harms way. I especially won’t endanger the lives of America’s mightiest heroes. You two can hold your own. The rest of them wouldn’t survive.”

Wanda looked out the window at the city sparkling beneath her. She thought about what Steve once said about everyone having their own agenda. She supposed she was part of Fury’s. She was well aware of her power but made her own choices. She was afraid that, because you were in such high favor with Fury, he was attempting to get you to persuade her to join SHIELD. The compound was her home. They were her family. She would never leave them.

She kept staring at you. You could feel her tension rising. You held her hand but didn’t attempt to influence her. You just held her hand. She and Loki were the closest friends you had right now. Sure Fury always has an agenda. It’s not exactly what Wanda thought. Fury’s personal mission was to never let any one group gain too much power. He knew it was a risk to introduce you to the two of them. You’re loyal to no one really. So, he treats you with more kindness than he extends to anyone else and takes good care of you. Loki wouldn’t completely join forces with you. You were a small time witch as far as he was concerned being a demigod and all. But you and Wanda joining forces could be devastating. That would certainly rankle the magical and mutant communities alike. Fury couldn’t have that. That’s why he put you under the watchful eyes of the Avengers. They are just enough to keep you from going rogue. But just though.

#captain america x reader #mcu x reader #steve rogers fanfic #loki of asgard #loki x reader #slow burn #mcu witches #marvel au #tony stark

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fujinstorm · 5 years ago

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2 and 20 for the apprentice asks!

I had so much fun writing "his route" lmao

2. If they were a romanceable character in The Arcana, how would their route be?

Starting in the shop, you visit Kim for some ingredients. He tries to be funny but you find his jokes weird. He knows it so he apologize. He saw you around and wanted to ask you on a date, but since he's so shy, he couldn't do it. You also saw him so many times. You liked him, but seeing how his expression were always intimidating, you tried to avoid him. You don't want to judge, but you were a little bit scared.

After a funny conversation, because you find his shyness so cute, you finally ask him on a date. His reaction is something like this:

Kim: Oh! Um, yes! I wanted to ask you, but um, I'm not um... That... Bold...

You: You're cute. Also, I don't know your name!

Kim: Yes! That's true! I'm sorry! I'm Kim!

You: Well, nice to meet you! See you this night, then?

Kim: O-Of course! See you later!

He blushes deeply and smiles to you, a smile that melts your heart.

After that date, you two go to more dates.

Also, you two work together to catch rhe murderer of Count Lucio. Nadia and everyone else find your dynamic so cute. Kim is a powerful magician, so you are, but together you can do anything. He's always worrying about you and he loves seeing you smiling. He loves making you laugh and when you look at him right in the eyes, he blushes deeply.

Kim: Is something wrong?

He's still blushing.

You: Oh, nothing at all! I just wanted to lookat your gorgeous face.

Kim: That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard... but luckily, it worked.

He looks at you and kisses you, avoidingyour gaze after it. You take him by the chin and smile fondly.

You: Let's kiss again!

He's incredibly insecure about himself, but thanks to you, you showed him how valuable his life is, how wonderful he is.

His card is The Lovers. You don't know quite why, but knowing him, and how he changed, how much he grew up, you eventually know why his card is The Lovers.

After discovering the truth about Lucio and his death, you two go to stop the devil. So now, upright and reversed end:

Upright: Kim tried to protect you, but ended on the floor, almost dying. Seeing your beloved one like that, your true potential shows and with all your might, you throw to him the most powerful spell. The devil is finished but Kim is still on the floor. You run to him and embrace him with your arms.

You: Kim! Please, stay with me! I... I can't live this life without you at my side. Kim! I... I love you! I should have told you that earlier, but I wanted to do it special! I wanted make you special, I wanted to make you feel how wonderful and incredible man you are! I... Please, don't die!

A powerful light embrace both of you. You close your eyes and when you open your eyes, you're again in the shop. Kim is safe and is watching you worried.

Kim: Y/n, are you okay!? The last thing I remember is you... Telling me... You love me?

You sigh relieved. The Lovers are talking to you. You reach for the card and you can hear clearly what they're saying. "Congratulations, Y/n, you have both survived and I can see, Kim is not alone anymore. It was quite the adventure, but I love seeing him this happy"

You smile and look at Kim. He's still looking at you surprised.

Kim: Y/n... Is that true?

You: It is, Kim. I love you.

He blushes again but runs to you and kisses you deeply. You're surprised, but you don't complain.

Kim: I... I love you too!

After some time, you two start a relationship, couple goals I can assure you. Even Nadia is touched by your cuteness.

Holding hands, you two walk toward the fountain. You're not sure how this will end, but you're happy now. Kim is happy. Everyone is happy and you're ready to live your life with your beloved one.

Reversed:

Kim's body lies on the floor. His blood covering his clothes. The Devil is smiling and you can't change you're madness. You run to The Devil, ready to kill him. He's fast, but you're faster. The Devil killed your beloved one. You couldn't say to him that you love him.

After a tiring fight, you on the floor, almost defeated, The Devil run to you, but with your final strength, you use your most powerful spell and right in their heart! You can feel it, you can feel how The Devil'sbody crumbles and you're now with their heart in your hand.

Desperate, you run to Kim and wishing he will be okay, you put The Devil's heart in his body.

Black smoke embrace his body and after a brief moment, you can see Kim. But this time is different. He looks different.

Kim: Y/n? Is that you?

You: Yes! Here I am!

Kim: My beloved one... I feel powerful. Why is that?

You: You are now the devil, Kim. I'm sorry! I wanted to save you no matter what and I thought--

He laughs sweetly and stops you.

Kim: I know, Y/n, it's okay. I'm... okay.

You: Are you sure?

He laughs again.

Kim: Come here, Y/n

You follow his instructions.

You: What it is?

He kisses you deeply, feeling his hands roaming your back.

Kim: Now, y/n, you have to go.

You: What?! I'm not living!

Kim: Y/n, Vesuvia needs you.

You: But, I need you to stay by my side!

Kim: I'll be okay, y/n. You can always come to visit me.

You: But--

Kim: Y/n, please.

You don't need to fight anymore, Kim is right. Vesuvia needs you.

You: Will you be alright?

Kim: Of course. As long as I feel you with me, I'll be alright.

You smile sadly and kiss him.

You walk towards the great gates to exist The Devil's realm. Kim follows you and kisses you once more.

Kim: Stay safe.

You start walking again, but you feel like you didn't say something yet. Then it hits you.

You: Kim! Wait! I have something to tell you.

Kim looks at you surprised.

Kim: What it is?

You: I love you.

Kim smiles and hugs you harder than ever.

Kim: I'm so happy to hear that! I love you too!

Once again, you walk away, feeling Kim's gaze hot in your back.

After some time, you are the magician of the court. You live in the palace. Everyone is happy to have you there and every night you visit Kim in his new realm. At first it got you so much time and effort, but after weeks training, you just have to close your eyes to go to Kim's realm.

20. Is your apprentice friends with any other apprentice?

He likes to believe Autum and Artemis are his friends. Although, he likes every apprentice he meets.

@autum-the-apprentice @local-botanist-artemis

they're the ones, I have also added their blog links lmao.

feel free to ask anything to Kim!

#the arcana #the arcana fan apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana oc #the arcana original character #the arcana asks

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cottonwren · 6 years ago

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A well dressed woman | T.S.

Summary : Tommy Shelby has a things for suits and threats. Jamie Leanne Pine is his best nightmare yet, and he’s not ready to admit defeat.

Part Two:

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“Mr Shelby, glad you could make it as soon as you did, but would you mind not thinking so low of me as to think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking into my own premises?” Came a voice from the open door to his left.

The rough accent was lit with amusement, making him turn to the open door, revealing a woman with tresses of dark chestnut hair that fell down her back. She was wearing a suit,not unlike his own, but it was tailored. Tommy took seconds to unravel everything he could about the woman, which wasn’t much, so he was quick to sit down infront of her at her desk, noticing that the wood was polished and expensive.

“Ms. Pine. I hope my earliness is not an inconvenience, there was less traffic than I expected - small town, or lack of wealth and therefore cars” He told her, looking her in the eyes, strucken by the way her eyes narrowed at him. Tommy was used to being glared at, but this was funny, this made him confused and slightly turned on. Then again, what glaring woman in a suit didn’t?

“I had already said I was glad to see you, Mr Shelby. A short memory is never a good asset, you know, not for our work” Jamie smiled with a polite snark “I assume you’re here to discuss the deal? Or are you just here to peruse and most likely get shot in the head as consequence.”

“Is that a threat, Ms.?” He asked, looking at her with a smirk, leaning forward on his elbows. “Dangerous thing to be doing, that”

“If it was that dangerous you would have killed me by now, Thomas, am I not right? Alas, there is no blood.” Jamie asked, locking her eyes on him, making him look straight back at her. “Drink? I hear you’re not too prudish to stray from drinking before six pm” She offered, getting up and walking towards her cabinet.

“Whiskey” Tommy nodded, watching her arse as she got the glasses and whiskey out.

“Flattered, Thomas, but I’d appreciate it if you could keep your eyes off of my arse” Jamie winked, looking over her shoulder at him as she collected two glasses “Occupied with your assistant and a communist, are you not? I heard the assistant gave you a child, a daughter”

“The assistant I have no interest in, and the communist was entirely for work reasons. I’m sure you’ve made sacrifices for your position, judging by the quality of your desk” Tommy hummed, ignoring how his cheeks pinked slightly at her noticing that he was staring. Tommy Shelby OBE was an ass man, alright?

“I work hard, Thomas, but I’ve never betrayed my own class or morals. Can you say the same, is what I wonder…” She asked, pouring them whiskey and then sliding his glass over the polished wood.

“They were right, you really are insane, aren’t you? He chuckled, taking a sip of the whiskey “Import?”

“Irish. Who, dare I ask, called me insane?” Jamie asked, looking at him with a calculated expression “I will find out either way”

“Oh, no-one. No-one even knows who you are, which is how you prefer it, I assume?” Tommy told her, “I’ve been known to speak to ghosts. There was an older woman who looked exactly like you, said you were insane and some other… things. You really made an enemy out of her”

“My mother” Jamie told him stiffly, adjusting her blazer jacket “That woman was my mother. Glad to know she’s bitten the dust”

“Right. Shouldn’t listen to her, then, I suppose. What’s this deal, then?” Tommy asked, feeling incredibly stupid after trusting someone’s mother when he knew all too well how parents could be.

“You import my products for me, using your license. You get ten percent, roughly ten grand every load. Not too shabby - it also means that unless you shaft me unexpectedly, you will not find any of your family or yourself at the end of my gun” Jaime explained.

“That sounds agreeable. I want twenty percent” Tommy bartered, finishing his whiskey, already formulating a plan to get this to go better for him, even if it meant betraying this gorgeous woman.

“You get fifteen, and you provide all official information to prove you’re not lying to me” Jamie decided “Do we have a deal, Thomas Shelby?”

“I don’t even know your name, Ms.” Tommy told her, ready to try and seduce her to get what he wanted.

“Miss Jamie Leanne Pine, now do we have a deal or do we not?” She asked, holding out her right hand.

“Deal, Miss Jamie Leanne Pine” Tommy shook her hand. “I shall show myself out, but I look forward to meeting you again”

“I’ll show you out” She decided, nodding him towards the door as she drew herself from her desk and walked past him in long, commanding strides “Can’t have you snooping around my offices, can I? A lot of hard work gets done here, Thomas Shelby, and I pay them duly. I have heard opposite things about you that I hope aren’t true”

“I pay my workers the pay I see just” Tommy told her as they walked through the hallway “Do you criticise the ethics of everyone you deal with, Miss Jamie? Or have I caught your eye” He asked, turning this back into his own game.

“Yes. I do. It’s important for me to know what I’m partnering with, and although you are a working class man, you seem to have gained an air of capitalism”

“I became successful, Jamie Leanne Pine, and if you want to succeed, you’ll gain an air of capitalism too, because the system works in a way that only allows it” Tommy told her, standoffish at the blatant rejection of his normally very capable alluring skills. Boasting about his wealth normally worked, alright?

“And yet I am the one who pays her workers a liveable wage whilst still having the ability to buy four of those rolls royces you love so much. Food for thought, Thomas. I shall see you soon”

“Once you’ve gotten off your high horse, Ms. Pine” Tommy told her at the door, looking as if he had bitten into a lemon or something else sour and bitter. He tried to walk off and leave her wanting to have the last word but actually letting him have it, but she had to add her two pence.

“But it’s the only way we can speak face to face whilst you sit on that gilded throne of yours, Mr. Shelby” She smiled, waving him off. Jamie looked like a sarcastic teenager, not unlike the girls that Tommy would have flirted with before the war.

Tommy swore under his breath as he got into his car and she dissapeared into the middle of the three back to back houses that had been converted into the inconspicuous office of a drug cartel. The woman had shot every small opening to flirt down, and his only plan was to do that. She had him pinned, and that both scared him and turned him on, amongst other things that she had done. He really could not stop thinking about those fucking dress pants.

He could not let her interrupt business, no matter how good she looked in dress pants or how she managed to hit everything he was thinking about changing in the business. Polly had influenced the thoughts, but now that that woman had suggested it? He wasn’t doing it. Nope. He wasn’t listening to her unless she was saying something he liked, and that was that. Grace wouldn’t have said any of that to him.

“Thomas” Polly interrupted his train of thought once he had settled in his office “I know that look on your face. Someone’s threatened your general ego again, and you haven’t got blood on your clothes so you didn’t kill them. We do not need you fucking another mentally deranged whoever, alright?” She told him strictly, hands on the desk, gripping the edges as if she were about to grab it and throw it at his head with superhuman strength that Tommy wouldn’t be surprised to find out she had.

“Thank you, Pol, for the input” Tommy rolled his eyes, gesturing to the chair for his aunt to take a seat “We have made a deal with Miss Jamie Leanne Pine, and we also have a plan” He added, though he was making it up as he went along in all honesty. He made most his plans as he told them people, and no-one noticed so he must have gotten good at it.

“Oh, fucks sake” She groaned, looking him in the eye “For once, could you not accept the deal and realise that she has the government at her beckon call? If she wants us dead, it will be christmas all over again. My son is not going to be hung again, Thomas.” The one thing that Polly would never forget, of course, she had to bring up. Why couldn’t she bring up any of the times he’d succeeded? Fucking hell. Polly looked at him with those eyes of blazing fire and steel ice, and realised that she wanted a reply.

“She is also a massive pain in the arse. I assume the government is getting tired of being bossed around by her, which is where we swoop in” Tommy explained, the plan sounding perfect in his own head.

“She’s a pain in the arse to you, Thomas. Because she won’t worship your dick like the bible upon meeting you. But to the government? She feeds an addiction they can afford. I repeat - My son is not going to be hung again, Thomas. If this goes to shit, as everything does, on your head be it” Polly told him with fierce eyes and then walked out with a stride that could only be described as an angry, stylish bull.

Thomas groaned, leaning back into his chair. Why did no-one trust him? Thomas Shelby always won. He always survived, he always made it. People just got a little bit hurt along the way - nothing that couldn’t be fixed, though. Maybe he had betrayed his morals, as Jamie had put it. He had put food on the table, though, and got a fucking OBE. Her offices were some shitty back to backs in Cradley Heath, and the Black Country Boys had refused to get in the middle. She had no-one. Tommy had everything. Yes, Tommy was definitely on higher ground, he thought.

Meanwhile, workers had finished for the day and left, and the only ones left were Jamie, and Linn, her accountant and sister. It was easy to tell that they were sisters, Linn was nearly a replica of Jamie, but unlike Jamie’s cold, ice green eyes, Linn’s were warm like honey on the sweetest of days. Linn held a buoyancy about her that shone through her skin and made her seem like the softest thing alive. The fact that she kept her hair in a ponytail with a ribbon probably didn’t help much, and the fact that the ribbon always matched her dress probably didn’t help much either.

The thing about Linn was that she didn’t want to scare anyone, she just wanted to do her accountancy, go home, nestle up to the fire, and make sure that everything was okay before she went to bed. Jamie was the opposite - she wanted to strike fear into the hearts of everyone she met, and Linn thought that she did it pretty well. The only person she cared about was Linn, and the rest could watch themselves burn before she cared.

“So, Thomas Shelby” Linn hummed, looking at her sister “I heard you mention ethics at least twice, which meant you were grilling him on the quality of his worker treatment. I thought we were going to be nice, J? We do not need those crazy yams coming to us with knives”

“We can handle them in a second, you know that. I just couldn’t help myself, Linn, he was there, the opportunity was also there, and I needed to scare him at least a tiny bit. Plus, he tried to insult me on his way out, bless him.” Jamie smiled, sipping her whiskey “Did you see him? Tried to seduce me as well, I think. As much as I’d enjoy that, business is business.”

“Oh, J. Try not to fall in love with him, okay?”

“Try? Linn, I’m not being funny, but he’s a jumped up yam, and not my type at all” She scoffed, leaning back in her chair “Plus, I’ve got to make sure that when he betrays us, which he will, we’ll be prepared”

“Jamie, I think you might be getting this wrong” Linn told her softly, “You can’t assume everyone is going to hurt you - what if he doesn’t? And we end up business partners?”

“Then I’ll be thankful, but for the moment, we don’t trust Tommy Shelby as far as we can throw him - he’s not that stocky either, so we could throw him quite far” Jamie told her with a hum, making Linn laugh. She made a little overhead throwing gesture, which only increased the laughter in the room “C’mon kid, let’s get you home”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #stroppy boy uwu #original character #old writing

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axlaida · 7 years ago

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Based on this prompt~

I decided to upload this here too because it’s dumb and short and I want to try to be a bit more active with my writing on Tumblr, so enjoy!

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The Misadventures of Yuri Plisetsky

Summary: Yuuri wondered if he just didn’t want to believe it. It didn’t change anything – well, maybe it frightened him just a little – but Yurio was his son. He and Victor adopted him with the excitement to start a family, so who cared if Yurio was the antichrist?

They still loved him, no matter who he was.

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They had thought about telling Yakov for some time now. The coach deserved to know the true origins of their son, even if it was bizarre and somewhat hard to believe, but they trusted Yakov would try to understand. Victor reassured Yuuri of that.

But as they sat across from Yakov at the kitchen table, having just told him the truth, Yuuri found Victor’s reassurance hard to believe.

“What do you mean you’ve adopted the antichrist?”

They shared a look, uncertain how exactly to answer Yakov’s question.

“Well…” Victor cleared his throat. “We adopted a child who so happened to be the antichrist.”

Yakov’s mouth hung open but no words came out; trapped in the back of his throat as he tried to process their words. Yuuri could understand his disbelief, or even his bewilderment. It was a lot to take in. He only hoped that Yakov would be understanding of their son who was different to other children.

“You mean to tell me…” His eyes closed as his head shook, lost for words until he asked, “what gave it away, exactly?”

There were a few things that gave it away.

They probably should have seen it coming after his name was changed from Damien to Yurio before he was adopted, but neither Victor or Yuuri thought much of it at the time.

He was just like any other kid his age; maybe a little strange, but he was good.

“Well, he used to turn all our picture frames upside down every night,” Yuuri mentioned, but as Victor pulled a face as he shook his head, he too realized that wasn’t the beginning. “But at the time, we thought he was trying to be funny. We were just happy he was settling down nicely.”

“I think it was when he began to draw what we noticed something wasn’t right,” Victor suggested.

Yurio liked to draw.

He'd draw little scribbles on the table and napkins; intricate designs of symbols he made up. Yuuri would smile and ask him what they meant, but Yurio never told him. He’d stare for a few moments, eyes glistening before turning back to his doodle. They praised his creativity, but after he began drawing in red marker on the walls, they didn’t necessarily discourage him from doing so, but instead, suggested he’d stick to a drawing book instead.

He was a rather good artist too. One morning, he tugged Yuuri’s sleeve to show him a drawing he had done. It was a picture of a goat-faced man draw in red crayon with the word ‘father’ written above it. Yuuri was… somewhat concerned to say the least, but who was he to judge what his child decided to draw?

“Is this for me?” Yuuri asked him. Yurio nodded mutely. Although it made his stomach twist with nerves, he was taken back by its detail. He couldn’t deny it was a good drawing. “It’s wonderful, Yurio. Victor! Come look at this!”

He showed the picture to Victor, who patted Yurio’s head for his efforts and put it on the fridge.

“Now everyone will see it,” Victor grinned.

They hadn’t taken it down since.

“He’s a very talented artist, even if he likes to draw pentagrams and goat-men,” Victor smiled proudly. Even Yuuri couldn't deny that he was proud, regardless of what Yurio chose to draw. “We’re not going to discourage him from the arts just because of what he draws. He’s good at it and he deserves the recognition.”

“Vitya…” Yakov sighed hard. He stormed to his feet, snatched the drawing Yurio did from their fridge and slid it across the table to show the two. “He’s drawing the devil.”

Now that Yakov mentioned it, Yuuri could see what he meant. He wondered how he didn't notice that a long time ago but it didn't change anything. "It's a good drawing too," Yuuri beamed as he picked up the picture, showing it to Victor who held a smile wider than his own. "Look at how talented he is, Victor! He could be a famous artist if he wanted.”

“You two are completely out of it!” Yakov bellowed.

They shared a glance again with a small smile on their faces. They knew exactly the thing to tell Yakov that’ll drive the coach insane, but the question was whether they should let him know. He was already stressing too much about the situation, and Yuuri wondered perhaps they should go gentler with the man. It was a lot to take in.

But it seemed Victor had other ideas.

“That’s not all he did.”

They went to the park.

Yurio didn’t want play with the other kids. He was happy to sit on the ground and rip the grass from the earth. He even actively ignored any of the kids who came over and wanted to be his friend. He was more interested in other things, and soon found enjoyment in picking daisies. Yuuri thought he was going to make a daisy chain and nudged Victor to have him watch too, but when Yurio was done, he held them out in his hand. He stared intently, eyes narrowed until a fire sparked in his hand and the daisies burst into flames.

Yuuri had never seen anything like it. He shared an equally startled look that Victor held when their eyes met.

“Did he just-?”

“He did.”

That night, they celebrated with chocolate cake for dessert and reminded him that fires should be set in a controlled environment. If he wanted to start one, he should ask an adult or do it out in the garden.

“He can set fires by will…” Yakov sighed, falling down to his seat with a thump. He scrubbed a hand across his face. “You do realize how dangerous that is for a child?”

“We are very well aware of that,” Victor stated. Yuuri was a little insulted that he’d assume they wouldn’t be aware of the dangers of fire. “Which is why we taught him how to be safe around a fire and ask an adult before he sets anything alight. We found it’s safest for everyone if he keeps the fire in his hand until it burns out. It doesn’t hurt him either. How incredible is that?”

Yakov didn’t share the same amazement. He continued shaking his head, exhaling heavily whenever they mentioned something he didn’t quite agree with. Again, Yuuri understood his incomprehension. It was a lot to take in that their son was the antichrist. They went through their own worry themselves, spending too many nights wide awake with questions and uncertainty in their mind, unsure what to do or how to care for a son who was different.

Yes, Yurio was different than other children, but they realized it didn’t mean it had to be a bad thing.

“And what else can he do?”

“Well, we soon found out that he speaks Latin,” Victor began, holding out a finger as he counted. “He also hates the taste of salt which… didn’t alarm us that much until we discovered he’s the antichrist, so that made sense. He also asked us if we could adopt a hellhound, but we didn’t know how to get one.”

“And you two never spoke about this?” Yakov asked frantically.

“Do you think he was abused by bad people?” Yuuri asked with a lump in his throat and his stomach twisting in despair. He couldn’t dare imagine anyone doing that to his son. “There must’ve been a reason he was put up for adoption.”

“They said he was found on their doorstep, so if he was, it’s unlikely he’d remember it,” Victor replied. It spread relief through his bones but didn’t shake his unnerving feeling. “But I do agree with you. There’s something different about him.”

And as Yuuri sat there, trying to piece the puzzle pieces together, he couldn’t come up with a logical conclusion.

“That doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing,” He shrugged.

“No, but I think for his sake, we should find out soon.”

“We did.”

“We concluded that we didn’t want to try to change him,” Victor continued. Yuuri nodded along, ignoring Yakov’s bug-eyed glare. “This is who he is and what kind of parents would we be if we tried to change him?”

“Appropriate,” Yakov stated.

“We’d be terrible!” Victor gasped, startled that Yakov would even suggest such a thing. “We're not going to be mad at him for something that he is. We're going to encourage the good he does, even if his powers aren't so good."

As much as Yakov was huffing and shaking his head at them, Yuuri believed they were getting through to him – or at least, he was beginning to calm down. It was a lot to take in, even for himself and Victor; they were still learning something new about Yurio every day. It wasn’t an easy task to care for the antichrist, but all they needed was some extra help, or even acceptance from other people. If Yakov could accept Yurio for who he was, perhaps this could help him begin to open up to others as well.

That was the idea, at least.

“Alright, it seems you two have really committed yourselves to this,” Yakov sighed and raised his hands in defeat. “So, what was it that made you realize he was the antichrist?”

They looked at each other.

“When he summoned a hellhound.”

The morning was young as they sat in the kitchen, watching Yurio through the window as he played in the garden.

He wasn’t doing much. He did what he enjoyed; burning daisies and grass in his hand. That was nothing new to them. They trusted he’d stay safe while doing so, but they watched him cautiously, just in case.

What startled them was when Yurio jumped to his feet. He quickly ran inside and past them, bolting up the stairs with an excitement neither had ever seen from the boy before. They shared a curious glance, brows furrowed heavily.

“Yurio!” Victor called as they heard thumping from upstairs. “Yurio, what are you doing?”

But as Yurio came rushing down the stairs and past them again, coloring book and red crayon in hand, he ignored Victor’s question.

They watched him through the window as he sat on the grass. He began scribbling symbols in his book with his tongue stuck out and concentration in his eyes. It wasn't unusual for him to make sudden choices before. They'd seen it when he'd quickly grab his coloring book and begin drawing a new symbol. What was unusual was his excitement. They'd never seen him with such happiness before - even when they adopted him!

When he closed his eyes and began muttering under his breath, Yuuri turned to Victor as they shared a curious look, and asked, “what do you think he’s doing?”

Victor shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

But as they looked back, their hearts stopped as they jumped to their feet, both pressed against the window as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

A dark portal rested by Yurio’s feet. The world turned dark, the sky went black, and they watched as a creature spawned from its depths. It climbed from the portal and into their world, and what stood in front of their son was what appeared to be a dog. It stood taller than their son; its fur was black and mangled with eyes that were glowing red, and the strong smell of burning brimstone filled the air.

The portal then disappeared. The delighted squeal from their son took them back, but what surprised them even more was the dog-like creature pouncing on the spot, tail wagging as Yurio picked up a nearby stick and threw it across their garden. The creature chased after it and safely returned it to Yurio who continued the game of fetch.

“Victor…” Yuuri gulped, “have you pondered the possibility that we may have adopted the antichrist?”

Yakov didn’t blink for thirty seconds – at least.

“And…” He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Is – is this thing still around?”

They said nothing as they pointed to the window behind the man. He turned, watching Yurio play outside in the garden with a dog – a hellhound – that chased after the stick held in his hands, leaving behind burnt pawprint marks on the grass where it had walked.

Yakov said nothing as he turned to sit back down in his seat. His face was white. His eyes had bulged wide, clearly alarmed by the hellhound that was now their pet. Yuuri had expected such a reaction – their own wasn’t too different – but when Yakov cleared his throat, he was hopeful for the man to say something. He waited, but nothing seemed to encourage him to speak. His voice was lost – trapped as he could do nothing but stare.

“We understand it’s a lot to take in,” Victor explained calmly, “but we wanted to tell you because we want him to flourish as a person. We don’t want him to be ashamed of who he is or what his future might hold. We believe if his family is accepting of him, he’d have a brighter future. His life would be better.”

Yakov’s eyes closed as he exhaled a long breath. He still didn’t say anything, but when Yuuri caught movement to his left, all three eyes turned to their six-year-old son, Yurio.

“Papa…” He walked towards Victor as he tugged his sleeve, wanting his attention. “Papa, Makkachin wants to meet Uncle Yakov.”

At Yurio’s words, Yuuri caught the way the coach’s eyes dazzled as a smile appeared on his lips, and it encouraged Yuuri’s own to show too. He watched as the man crouched to his knees as a cautious and careful hellhound – Makkachin, so Yurio called it – slowly walked towards him. It sniffed his trembling fingers.

Yuuri understood Yakov’s terror. It was a scary creature at first glance, but they learned it was as harmless as a bunny. Yakov came to realize that too as Makkachin’s tail began to wag and allowed Yakov to pet it, excited to meet a new person as it barked a deep and growling boof!

It was then that Yuuri wondered perhaps asking Yakov to accept Yurio into the family wasn’t what they needed to do, but for Yurio to accept Yakov into the family was.

“Well…” Yakov said, clearing his throat as he stood to his feet. “If you need a babysitter, I wouldn’t mind the job.”

And as they smiled, Victor nodded. “We’ll keep that in mind.”

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hollyplays · 7 years ago

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The Roundup: July 2018

It’s been a shitty, shitty month. I’m getting evicted, we got into a car accident, the new insurance has my girlfriend confused for someone with a horrible speeding ticket record, and my little brother, who is learning to drive, has started hiding the car keys for some reason.

I have a tendency to hoard media. During my first year of college I was extremely depressed and contemplating suicide when I read a piece of advice- find something to look forward to, and you’ll never do it. So I started hoarding comics- I think I have 180 GBs of comics on my computer- and movies.

Well, at some point during July things got so bad I started burning through my movies. I’m not sure exactly how many I watched, but...it’s a lot. This is going to be long.

(I have since stopped watching multiple movies a day, and gone back to semi normal movie watching habits.)

Tampopo: I think I technically watched this in June and forgot, but I love it. Tampopo is a “food western” about a group of food enthusiasts helping a young woman perfect her ramen restaurant. Tampopo has lots of smaller vignettes about how food affects our lives, and the result is lovely and comforting and meditative. Tampopo is excellent, and manages to have one of the best opening scenes to a movie I’ve ever seen.

The Exterminating Angel: This was my first movie by Luis Bunuel, and I loved it. This kind of supernaturalish, surreal horror really really works for me. Plus, the rich suffer, which is always nice. This movie is really wonderful, plus the behind-the-scenes stuff on the blu-ray was super interesting. Apparently to make the actors more uncomfortable in the scene, Bunuel would rub honey all over their arms. Nasty.

The Fisher King: My second Gilliam movie. Better than Jabberwocky, but I still wouldn’t call it good. Robin Williams was excellent as always, but I felt like Jeff Bridges was playing half a character. It had some touching scenes, but overall kind of forgettable. I don’t think I’ll be seeking out Gilliam anymore.

Badlands: I try not to judge directors on their first movie, but Badlands really comes out in Malick’s favor. This is as wonderful a movie about a serial killer as I’m likely to ever see. It’s like a landscape painting with characters. It manages to never be slow or drag despite long flowing scenes. I’m still thinking about Badlands more than a month later, and that says a lot.

Where the Water Tastes Like Wine: This is a really interesting game. WWTLW has one of the most unique mechanics I’ve ever seen in a video game, and the process of watching your stories grow and evolve is so, so cool. I wish the overworld map wasn’t so barren, and that the sprinting mechanic wasn’t such a pain, but beyond that this game is excellent. The writing here is top-notch.

Eraserhead: I’d technically seen this before, but I was half asleep so I’m counting it. Eraserhead is obviously good- it’s film history for a reason- but on a second viewing I’m struck by just how impressive the visual storytelling is. The dialogue in this movie could fit on half a page, but there’s still so so much to it. You need to see this at least once.

Frances Ha: “Frustrating, but enjoyable” seems to be Baumbach’s general ouvre, and Frances Ha is no exception. Still, I enjoyed this more than I thought I would. Frances is likable, even when she’s fucking up, which is more than I can say for her life partner Sophie. For as much time as Frances spends making mistakes, it’s really lovely and warm to see things come together for her in the end. Worth a watch, especially at an hour and fifteen minutes.

The Thin Red Line: Jesus christ, this movie is so long. It’s two hours and forty minutes long, and nothing of worth happens after the forty minute mark. It’s a war movie that manages to be beautiful and haunting, which would be impressive if it didn’t just fucking drag. I might watch this again and just turn it off at two hours, honestly.

Days of Heaven: I wanted this to be better than Thin Red Line and it was. Days of Heaven brings Malick’s landscape painter sensibility to labor in the 20th century, and the result is genuinely fantastic. The visuals here are stunning, even if the story is a little lacking- my biggest frustration is that most of the story events take place in the third act, like Days of Heaven is the first part in a series of novels that doesn’t exist.

Fat Girl: I get what this movie was trying to do. I understand the metaphor for how dangerous it is to be a woman. I get it, and I can respect it, but fuck do I hate this movie. I just don’t wanna watch 2 hours of a young fat girl getting shit on by her family, interspersed with rape scenes. I’m not interested in that, no matter how pretty it’s shot.

Mary and the Witch’s Flower: I watched this as a palate cleanser after Fat Girl, and it served that purpose just fine. It’s an okay movie on it’s own, but in the shadow of the rest of Ghibli it kind of pales. The animation and visuals are as phenomenal as ever, but the story is a little all over the place. Definitely still enjoyable, but sort of middling.

Sounds of Summer by Ten Toes Spumoni: If we’re Facebook friends, you’ve probably already seen me talk about this album. It’s been on repeat around here pretty much since it came out. Ten Toes Spumoni is a good friend of mine, and I genuinely believed nothing he made would top Journal of Hypnosis, but Sounds of Summer blows it out of the fuckin water. Throw a few bucks his way, because he deserves it.

Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette: This is a standup comedy act that isn’t particularly funny. It’s amazing, and full of toothed commentary on the world and LGBT issues, but it isn’t funny. It’s heavy, and hard to watch, and worth the trouble. I think this is one of the few things I gave 5 stars this month, and it deserves it.

Wizard of Legend: A big part of watching movies for me this month has been finding the perfect roguelike to play while I watch movies. I eventually settled on Gungeon, but Wizard of Legend was a strong contender too. It’s roguelike elements are really enjoyable, and finding the perfect combination of spells is fun, but resources are a little too scarce for my liking.

My Own Private Idaho: I loved this movie more than I expected to, and I knew I’d like it. My Own Private Idaho offers an exceptionally gay take on modern Shakespeare, and River Phoenix and Keanu Reeves are absolutely phenomenal here. The interview segments are a little hard to watch, but the rest of the movie is beautiful and sad and lovely. One of my favorites in a long time.

Coco: Similar to Witch’s Flower, I thought this was fine. The music is wonderful, and the animation is beautiful, but the story is a little lacking, especially towards the third act. I think Pixar forgot how to write villains that aren’t just ‘good guy’s been bad the whole time’. Hell, even Incredibles 2 did it.Those complaints aside, Coco is really enjoyable and well worth your time.

The Spirit of the Beehive: A meditation on childhood, the Spanish civil war, early film, and Frankenstein. I enjoyed thinking about this movie later more than I actually enjoyed watching it, I think. It’s a little slow, but the third act picks up and wraps the story up nicely. Definitely watch Huellas De Un Espiritu if you watch it, it adds a lot of context which helps the movie out.

Simon Of The Desert: Short movies are nice when you’re watching three a day, so I really appreciated Simon Del Desierto’s 45 minute runtime. It’s both less surreal and funnier than I expected- Simon Del Desierto feels more like Monty Python than Jabberwocky did. Highly recommended.

Cronos: A little disappointing, I’m not gonna lie. I’m a huge Del Toro fan, so I was really excited to watch his first movie, but it left me lukewarm. He describes it as a vampire film, but it takes a long time to find it’s legs. Worth the watch just for Ron Perlman and the scene where a little girl breaks his nose.

The Devil’s Backbone: This is what I wanted Cronos to be. A Del Toro twist on gothic romance and ghost story, Devil’s Backbone is as unsettling as it is charming. The kids in this movie are exceptional actors, and the script sells their childhood so, so well.

The Adventure Zone: Here There Be Gerblins: I didn’t expect too much from the graphic novel of TAZ’s first arc, but it really surprised me. Carey Pietsch’s art is just cartoony enough to bely the adult humor in the series, and the characters have been deftly adapted. The first arc in the podcast suffers a lot from ‘pregen syndrome’, where Taako and Merle weren’t super fleshed out, but the graphic novel rights the ship really well.

Black Girl: At 59 minutes, Black Girl is well worth your time mostly for how angry it’ll make you. Black Girl tells the story of a Senegalese woman who is deceived into becoming a house maid for a rich French woman, and the sheer amount of bullshit she puts up with before losing it makes her a saint in my eyes. I enjoyed this movie a lot, and I’m excited to see more African cinema.

A Hat In Time: I’ve played the shit out of this game and it never gets old. A Hat in Time is as charming as charming gets, and it perfectly recreates the feeling of playing Mario Sunshine for the first time. Only, you know, Hat in Time is fun.

Pony Island: Pony Island is one of those games that’s just a little too short- not because it feels rushed, but because I wished there was more when it ended. It’s a little cheesy in places, and the dialogue is a little slow, but the puzzles are perfectly scaled and the sense of humor is really great.

Styx: Shards of Darkness: This game might be good. I don’t know. The main character’s dialogue was so shitty I only played about 40 minutes of it. Imagine the mechanic in Jak & Daxter where Daxter makes fun of you when you die, but they got the writers from Family Guy really drunk and had them write it and never told them no.

#holly talks #holly plays #the roundup #july 2018

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arabian-bloodstream · 4 years ago

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I saw ‘Annette.’ I haz thoughts

(Reposting since this just dropped on Prime.) This movie was brilliant. I can't wait to watch again because the brilliance of it didn't really truly hit until the final scene. It was in that final scene when it all came together. Leos Carax didn't waste a single frame, a single line of dialogue, music, etc.

There are MAJOR SPOILERS!!

The performances were brilliant all around. Adam was fantastic. Simon Helberg's stand-out scene with his solo was absolutely stellar, at turns funny and heartbreaking. Marion Cotillard was beautiful and haunting. Devyn McDowell as the (finally) human Annette was wonderful, holding her own against Adam Driver while singing!

* When Ann dies it's a little ambiguous. There *is* a storm. He is drunk. He isn't in full control of his facilities.

* When Baby Annette begins singing, it's less ambiguous, he *is* using her, but it's still a miraculous thing and Simon Helberg's character, the Conductor, is in on it because sharing the miracle of Baby Annette with the world is amazing.

* When Henry finds out that the Conductor could likely be Annette's father and that the knowledge of it could take away his free ride, he murders him. Yeah, no ambiguity there.

Remember when I said that at the top that "Leos Carax didn't waste a single frame, a single line of dialogue, music, etc. " That's where this really comes into play.

The Conductor's solo scenes has information that, again, in retrospect we know that Henry must have known from Ann. Henry knew, Henry absolutely knew...

Aah, so brilliant. So beautiful.

A few random comments...

- Many reviews tended to downplay Marion’s performance and the character of Ann. I disagree. I think that Marion did an amazing job and I think that Ann was essential to the plot in every way. She drove every single thing that happened. And if Marion had not played every note, every beat as beautifully, perfectly as she did, it wouldn't have landed as beautifully, as perfectly as it did. She was the beautiful force that drove Henry to look into the abyss... which was his own dark soul. And Marion played the light and dark so beautifully. She was radiant in life, and an avenging angel in death.

- The courthouse scene was the first (but not the last) time I teared up. Henry desperately searching for, singing to the sweet Ann, but in the end, the vengeful Ann found him. So, so well done.

It was also great in that we saw some truth from Henry by admitting that he couldn't tell the truth. In the beginning, he had told the audience that he used comedy to tell the truth because he wouldn't be hated or judged (before, of course, he was). But in the courtroom, he knew that he couldn't do that. Because in telling the truth in the courtroom he had no puppets, he had no one he could use or manipulate. There was no "clap, clap, clap," no "laugh, laugh, laugh." Telling the truth in the courtroom, he WOULD be judged and he knew that.

So that was so powerful and once he admitted that truth, it was as if the guilt swamped him because he went searching for the sweet Ann to release him from his guilt, but he couldn't reach her, of course. There was a barrier between them. She was so, so far away. Ah, but then the vengeful Ann showed up, and she was closer, nearer and no barrier stood between her and Henry as she vowed to haunt him in prison for the rest of his life. The guilt had taken hold.

- The mark on Henry's face -- which one critic was like 'wtf? is up with that? random! -- was there all along, but really became noticeable after Henry killed Ann and kept growing. Was it an outward reflection of Henry's guilt over what he had done to Ann? No. Henry always had that mark on his face. We just didn't know that until the final scene because prior to that it, we'd only seen Henry's version of himself, not the REAL Henry. Think of it, Annette was barely older than we'd last seen her before he was jailed when she went to see him in prison, but Henry looked SO different. Why? Because that was the REAL Henry McHenry. Not the stylized, romantic version of himself that we'd seen through his eyes. After he killed Ann we started to see him look more and more like the real Henry. In prison, that was the real Henry.

Again, this film was just absolutely magnificent. I simply can't wait to watch it again. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

#annette #adam driver #marion cotillard #simon helberg #sparks #leos carax #film review

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hellfire-damnation · 7 years ago

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[In which we see Sav’s eclectic af taste in music and also the sadness that is her priesty.]

Act One

Back Against the Wall by Cage the Elephant

Blanket of silence makes me want to sink my teeth in deep Burn all the evidence of fabricated disbelief Pull back the curtains, took a look into your eyes My tongue has now become a platform for your lies

Claude and Laurent have a very strained and vicious and abusive relationship. This song, for me, becomes the starting point of Laurent using Claude, trying to break him apart and make him feel worthless. A lot of Laurent’s awful, awful teachings were pushed onto Claude early on that was one of the reasons Arnaud cam to be so violent and awful.

Island by Young the Giant

Oh, what if the whole world finds you waiting Oh, as it can so long now have Oh, I thought you knew that I'd be coming The way you move, a foreign groove, at night

The one thing that kept Claude sane when he was older and under Laurent’s thumb, already incredibly exposed to abuse and emotional turmoil, was sneaking into the town close by (possibly near his university) and watching the women who danced in the streets. This was the one ray of hope he had, truly, at this time. Not because he loved them or was infatuated with them but because they were something he was not: free.

Sound of Silence by Disturbed

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains

This song really speaks to the pain and damage that has been done to Claude. I haven’t had a chance to explicitly talk about it but some new plots are going to reveal more of it (eyyy Kiara). One of the things I want to focus on is how badly he was hurt and how that influenced the creation of his personalities and his reliance, if unknowingly, upon them.

Prisoner by James Arthur

Oh I, I tried so hard to change But the devil locked my door I'll wear these heavy chains Around my neck like a prisoner I just wanna love But he won't let me go Loosen up my chains Oh, I'm a condemned prisoner

Sooooo this is like....Claude Now, his headspace. He doesn’t show a lot and he is pretty reserved but that’s all from Laurent. Even the man’s death coughmurdercough has left a huge burden on him.

Addiction by Counterfeit

I hit rock bottom But that was last autumn Now I'm keeping myself in line I hit rock bottom But now I'm back at 'em Taking each day at a time This is holiness This my alibi This is addiction This is my last try

Hi Howl’s Not Band okay so this song is a bit...of a mix? It’s about Claude trying to be better once he leaves France, coming to terms with himself and working towards what he wants, as is a huge goal for me for him. He is slowly getting there and tbh I am gonna be super proud of him (and myself) when he does. But the top lyrics are more about him leaving France, picking somewhere and just going, and the bottom are him realizing he needs to be better, do better, and become someone to look to for guidance and support because he could at least be that for people bc he didn’t have that at all.

Act Two

Let It Go by James Bay

I used to recognize myself It's funny how reflections change When we're becoming something else I think it's time to walk away

So yes this song is a relationship song but, like the previous two, it focuses on Claude and him trying to get better. He’s speaking with Roscoe about his issues and he now has some other people in the works, too, and they’re helping him realize he needs to move on as much as they need help with whatever they’re dealing with.

Solitude by Jeremy Soule

So this song has no lyrics, but I think that’s because there is a space in Claude that...doesn’t need them? There is a section of him that is unwritten and it still needs to be given words, it just has music to it. And it’s soft and sad but there’s something there that speaks of hope, and I love that for him.

Below my Feet by Mumford and Sons

Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn

And I was still I was under your spell When I was told by Jesus all was well So all must be well

OH GOSh OKAY I have sooooooo many feelings about Mumford & Sons and Claude okay??? I had such a hard time choosing a song of theirs for him bc I wanted to use them all...but I think this song gets at it the most. Claude has always struggled with his faith because of who it was that “cared” for him and he has come to terms with a lot of stuff but he still struggles. So this song is idk perfect for that??

Demons by Imagine Dragons

They say it's what you make I say it's up to fate It's woven in my soul I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright I want to save their light I can't escape this now Unless you show me how

Okay so this song is totally influenced by Kiara and her adorable little bb Sally. The stuff we have planned for them and what I see hapening for Claude in the upcoming times of struggle and coming to terms with stuff is gonna be GREAT and I will be emotional about it always. So yeah this is that song for that period.

Mon Combat (*Tir Nam Beo) by Zaho & Florent Mothe

On ne choisit pas d’où l’on vient On choisit ce que l’on devient À qui la faute ? Faute à la vie C’est pas ma faute mais c’est ainsi Ici-bas, Tir Nam Beo Mon combat, Tir Nam Beo Nous voilà dévoilés Faut tout laisser aller Dam da di dam da di dam da di da dou dé

Basically from what I’ve seen these lyrics translate to something about fat being what life is and that’s how it influences stuff. It’s a tad pessimistic but there are still parts of Claude that are like that. So I think that song fits for those days.

10 Feet Down by NF (ft. Ruelle)

Yeah I know the person in the mirror's not a perfect one I look at him everyday and think he's not enough My life's a book that I don't really like to open up

Church is where I found God, but it's also where I learned to judge Yeah, I had to learn there's a difference between What you want, and what you really need I've always been motivated by comments from people tellin' me Things that I'll never be, and then I become it, this is my everything

The winddown of Claude’s little tale, it’s a bit sad but it talks about how he feels and that’s what’s important here, shows that he will improve and actually do this IRL with someone.

Hallelujah by Pentetonix

Well baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on the marble arch (marble arch) And love is not a vict'ry march (a vict'ry march) It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah (broken Hallelujah) Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I needed this very sad and somewhat broken song on Claude’s playlist and I thought it would be a fitting ending, something to tie it all in. Whether it be because he relapses into some of his old bad thoughts or he has something happen that seriously impacts him, this song also ties in his faith, which is important because that will be evolving as he does and that’s a big part of him, as his recovery and overcoming his trauma and his DID is to his fundamental character.

#monsieur: claude #bdrptask #music #//links to be added

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tuttleinbold · 6 years ago

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Arriving in Utrecht, Netherlands

Dear Tuttleonians,

I’m living in Utrecht, Netherlands since March 2nd. Most days, err, pretty much every day is overcast, windy and rainy. But I’m slowly growing accustomed to it. Only 50% of this country’s land is over 1 meter (3 feet) above sea level. Not much to slow the wind down.

On the second day here, I connected with a seller who had a “grandpa bike” for sale - it is perfect!! :D

I snapped a few pictures of my ride from the hostel to the school as I ride through or around (depending on construction that day) the Dom tower which was constructed in the 14th century.

MATH COURSE

I’ve just finished my refresher math course where we covered such classic hits (topics) including properties of exponents, calculating with letters, factoring expressions, fractions with letters, linear equations and equations of a line.

It was quite enjoyable but surprising a heavy load of work. It was customary for me to spend 6-7 hrs on the homework and still struggle to get all of it done. It was the perfect ramp-up class to take so that I could get my “study” bearings while also be reminded of what I learned more than 18 years ago.

As is the norm, I met some interesting people along the way. My main instructor used to be a lawyer and then a judge before going back to school and becoming a mathematics teacher she shared was her most fulfilling career to date. She also mentioned that she went back to school for mathematics in her 50s, insinuating that I at the age of 35 have plenty of time to switch careers. I agree with her.

Another instructor who gave us our end of the course test sat in the silent classroom while we were filling out our answers and would make these sounds as if he were about to address the class but I guess it was just the way he breaths. This went on for about two hours before he actually did address the class.

One of the students I met would always snack of peanuts the way one would snack on apples and in her case she’d drop all the shells and peanut dust into her pocket. She said she suffered by high anxiety and would squeeze the peanut shells in her pocket as a sort of stress reliever.

Before bed, I’ve been reading A Journal of the Plague Year, an account of one man’s experience of the year 1665 when the bubonic plague strikes London. However in celebration of completing my first course I picked up Joseph Campbell’s, Romance of the Grail, about Arthurian mythology. I’m very excited!

HOSTEL LIVING

Since arriving I was booked near the city center at Stone Hostel. Relatively speaking this was a good hostel for the price though not without it’s challenges. The first night there I was so jet lagged I didn’t notice much around me and collapsed on my bottom bunk, the room totally 4 bunkbeds (8 beds). The next day I noticed a fellow in bed all morning and all afternoon. That evening, returning from my math course, the man was still in bed. That night when I was getting ready for bed, I noticed the man was snoring and making choking/gurgling sounds. The room smelled of cheap cologne and alcohol. I switched on my flashlight to look around his bed and noticed trash strewn around his bed with something leaking out from under his bed. Shining the light under his bed I found more trash and a whole serving of discarded french fries. Yikes. Sitting in my bunk, lights out, pondering the situation, the man woke up. He didn’t really move then I heard the crack of a can opening. And the man drunk his can of beer down lickety-split, without leaving the bed. I moved rooms.

In the Netherlands, there is some sort of social safety net for people that would likely be homeless, where they can stay at inexpensive hostels. I ended up rooming with a couple of folks who fit that description though none as severe as the story above.

While in the hostel I met some really interesting people from all over the world including a lad from South Africa who worked in investments but is going back to school here in Utrecht to become an English teacher. I told him of my desire to visit Botswana and he agreed to give me the inside scoop when it was time to plan such a trip in detail. Whenever he asks me about Trump he refers to him as “The Donald.” Oy.

The Dutch don’t use shortening for backing. So I tried making this biscuit recipe without shortening as I couldn’t find it in stores. I substituted butter instead but the biscuits were crunchy and not that wonderful soft texture. I’ve since found a store and have custom ordered Crisco that I’ll pick up today – https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/fluffy-biscuits/

NEW DIGS

Sleeping in a hostel room full of snoring bears finally pushed me over the edge in terms of aggressively looking for a temporary room in Utrecht. Being perpetually exhausted due to little sleep due to loud snoring is a bad recipe. The housing market here is worse than Los Angeles if you can believe it. I would have never believed that was possible. When I first arrived I reached out to all the places that I know of with little results. One anxiety filled night, as the snoring symphony performed in the background, I did another round of online searching.

One of the people responded and so after school I rode my bike 20 minutes away, facing the wind, and wound up in what looked like a suburb sharing tea, chocolate and conversation with a fellow who was employed as a system’s analyst with shelves and shelves of books on all manner of philosophy. The convo went well and that night I waived sayonara to the hostel and had a full night of peaceful sleep in my new room at the new place.

PERFORMANCE ART

I met up with the local Couch Surfing group for drinks and a funny thing happened. The bar became absolutely silent. I turned around and saw two chairs atop a table with a man and a woman sitting in the chairs staring at each other. Then without a word they began a sort of choreographed movement grabbing each other, one much of the time mirroring that other’s movements. The performance went on. They stepped from table top to table top as the performance continued. The place was stone quiet. Nobody had their phones out taking pictures, no. Everybody just watched. The two performers had some interactions with the audience through body language but not a word was uttered. It really was an incredible performance. Afterward, I came to find out that it was part of a “Performing Art Festival” that happened annually in the venues in the area. I was hooked and recruited my South African friend, Jan Louis, to join me in checking out four additional shows the following day:

1. Barista Coffee Makers

A women in red and a women in black in conflict with men playing instruments musically representing them

A coveted ball being used between three performers and the audience

The dance of the devil, intense, animalistic, all to the music of a small orchestra

A woman from Spain upon hearing my above story said I should check out Marina Abramovic, a well known performance artist born in present day Serbia. Her work is quite fascinating and I’d encourage you to check out her TED talk where should gives a delightful definition to “performance art”:

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And if you like that, you’ll likely enjoy this long form documentary about her:

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thea-silver-blog · 8 years ago

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Practice Challenge 1: Shatter

“I swear, Thea, if I die out here, I’m haunting your ass for the next thousand years.”

Thea tried to resist a smile and failed miserably. Her frozen lips stretched ear to ear and a giggle escaped. It was loud in the silence of the winter night. Violet spun around and stomped her foot with all the dignity of a two-year-old. Thea would know.

“I’m serious!”

“Oh, I know you are. That’s why it’s so funny to me. I’m imagining explaining it to my children. Sorry, kids, the angry woman who follows me around is the pissed off soul of my best friend – sorry, former best friend – who died of the cold and blames me for her poor life choices.”

“It was your idea to come out here!”

“It was my poor life choice. It didn’t have to be yours too. That’s all you, sweetie.”

Violet huffed and buried herself deeper in her coat, her wide brown eyes darting every which way. It looked like it was trying to eat her and winning. Thea considered saying this out loud but bit her tongue. Just in case Violet was actually scared, she didn’t need to worry about a predatory parka . . . or anything else out in the woods that might have a similar appetite.

“Come on, Violet,” Thea slung an arm over her shoulder. “I’ve done this plenty of times.”

“And yet that doesn’t help.”

“It will be worth it?”

“Nope.”

“I’ve done crazier?”

“NO!” Violet exclaimed. “What?! What have you done that’s crazier than this?”

Thea remembered the day on the lake and decided not to mention it to Violet. It was the one secret she had managed never to tell her best friend. Thea had worst secrets that she had spilled with no hesitation, but that day on the lake seemed . . . hers. For Thea had discovered something that day that had terrified her and to say it out loud would make it too real.

Maybe she could tell Violet at some point; maybe when the day came that Thea didn’t think about it. But it was apparently not the day.

“Nothing. Wrestling bears. Taking meth. Selling my soul to the guy in the alley across from my house.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I am hilarious. After a few decades of haunting me, you’ll see it.”

“Decades? I have wait that long?”

“Yeah, my humor’s like a fine wine. It needs time to reach its maximum flavor.”

“You’re trying to distract me.”

“I’m insulted that you think I can only be witty when I have an ulterior motive.” Thea clutched her chest, gasping in indignation. “How dare you, the most pesky judge on the planet –“

“You drama queen.”

But Violet was smiling and she was no longer drowning in her jacket. In fact, she was moving faster than Thea. Thea could feel the tension unwinding as Violet’s playful streak took over. Thea was glad because almost, for just a moment, she shared Violet’s fear. Being reckless was easier when no one else was in danger.

Thea kept up the banter. Most people believed Violet was shy, but she was one of the few people in their small city who could match Thea word for word.

With Violet as company, they were on Thea’s favorite ledge in no time. They managed to make a small little place for themselves, comfortable almost to a point of sleep, right before it began.

It started with a shimmer on the horizon, a wave of yellow and green light that kissed the sky. It reminded Thea of a heartbeat, rising steadily one step at a time until it was a curtain. The green rippled and danced, a flicker of pink whispering around the edges and disappearing just as quickly as it came. It was twisted, curling, chaotic, but beautiful.

So beautiful.

Thea wanted to keep it with her forever. Inspiration flared in her so brightly it nearly choked her. It was a familiar sensation.

“I want to make jewelry that feels like this,” she whispered to Violet. “So that I never have to be without it. I want to share it with everyone because it feels too big for just me.”

Violet sighed and poked Thea. “How can a wiseass like you be so ridiculously soft?”

“Natural talent,” Thea immediately replied. ��It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Violet snorted. “So, this is your secret watch-the-lights hangout. Did you bring Natalie here?”

“Once,” Thea admitted. It felt like a long time ago, but it had only been a year since her only real relationship. It had lasted four months and then . . . everything happened. Thea had broken up with Natalie a week later. “She thought the lights were pretty, said my eyes were reflective, and we made out all night.”

“I agree with one and two, but three is a bit unlikely.”

“Why did I bring you out here again?”

After rolling her eyes, Violet asked, “Are you going to enter the Selection?”

Thea had seen the question coming. There was a reason Violet asked her then; because they both felt that pull. Staring at the incredible power of the Aurora borealis, they wanted . . . more. Thea felt is resonating inside her. She wanted out of her small town, out of the cold snow, out of her house, and out of her current life. There was an entire world out there, and she wanted all of it.

And the Selection could give her that. But her secrets were safe in St. George where no one questioned or wondered. They wouldn’t be with the media watching her every move.

Thea said, “The prince wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

“Well, that’s a given. But that doesn’t mean he has to stay that way.”

“What if he’s boring?”

“You’ll still get to watch one man try to keep up with thirty-five women. At least if he’s boring, that certainly won’t be. It will be a bloodbath of epic proportions.”

“There will be snobby people there.”

“And you’re worried about not fitting in.”

Thea swatted at Violet, earning a giggle from her. “Besides,” Violet choked out past her laughter, “The prince might surprise you.”

“And if he finds out about me, I’d be eliminated right away if not worst.”

“True,” Violet admitted quietly. “But . . . you’ll be out.”

The word struck a chord in both of them.

“Are you entering?” Thea whispered after a few seconds.

“Of course. I have nothing to lose.”

And you do.

But the words remained unspoken. After a few hours, Thea and Violet packed up their stuff and walked back home in silence. Exhaustion weighed heavily on Thea, but her mind was racing too fast to think about it. Violet let her think, but Thea knew she was there if she needed her.

When they reached Violet’s house, Violet hugged Thea despite her protest. “No matter what you decide, I’ll support you. But don’t be reckless.”

“I’m always reckless.”

“Not when it counts.”

Thea felt her heart tighten. But she didn’t let it peak through her smiling mask.

The moment Thea walked in, Jack was thrust into her hands. The boy instantly began playing with her hair with his sticky fingers. She would have been upset except the little devil blinked up her with his dark eyes.

“I’ve got to run to work,” her father, Liam Silver, said after handing over her brother. He hadn’t bothered to brush his hair, and his clothes didn’t match. He looked how Thea felt, except more well rested. “Meet me there soon. We have to a lot of work to do today.”

Jack squealed and pulled on Thea’s hair. She sighed with resignation. “I need some time to get ready. Unless your goal was for both of us look like we crawled out from under a rock?”

Her father was already out the door.

Thea ground her teeth and resisted clenching her fists. Jack wouldn’t appreciate it.

Her mood wasn’t improved by the appearance of her grandmother. The old bag of bones clearly felt the same way, for she sneered at the sight of Thea. She always reminded Thea of some kind of reptile, slinking and hissing with venomous intent.

“Stop bringing filth into this house,” Georgia said. Thea knew she wasn’t talking about the dirt on the floor.

“Stop slowly dying on the carpet and get it over with.”

“You ungrateful-,” whatever she was about to say was forgotten when she remembered Jack was in the room. Thea was a little disappointed. She was curious what creative and inspiring insult her grandmother had thought of.

“Love you too, Grandmama.”

“Liam?” Isabelle called, creeping past Georgia. It took Thea a few seconds to recognize her. Her blonde hair had recently been cut and dyed black for a reason she wouldn’t say. Thea thought it was because it made her look fiercer. She couldn’t really blame Isabelle for it, considering being five feet tall did not make an intimidating police officer.

After walking in on Georgia and Thea’s stare down, Isabelle sighed. Her expression was the one that she arrested criminals with. “Thea, stop being a smartass and feed Jack. Your form is on the table. Georgia, either go to your room or start making breakfast.”

Georgia chose the coward’s way and made her way to her room. Isabelle muttered, “Then it’s up to me to cook.”

Thea dramatically groaned. “I’d rather eat a rock from the backyard. It’d be more editable.”

“So you’d rather cook?”

“Burnt toast, please.”

Isabelle shook her head, clearly wishing Thea had indeed agreed. But they made their way to the kitchen.

“Did your father leave?” Isabelle asked.

“Yup. Told me I had to hurry to the store.” Thea found the form among the stack of papers. It was the most official statement their family had ever received. And Jack had already spilled food on it. He was like a destructive force of nature. Nothing would be spared.

“Are you considering it?” Isabelle asked. Her voice was neutral, but Thea could hear the undercurrent of interest.

“What if I was?”

Isabelle didn’t respond right away. Thea focused on taking care of Jack. It wasn’t until Jack had been fed, changed, and was quietly playing with his toys that Isabelle joined Thea on the couch. “I’m sure you’ve already considered the dangers.”

“Just a little.” For two weeks straight . . .

“Do you even want it? Him? The crown?”

“No,” Thea responded quickly, as she always did. But then she thought about it. “Maybe. I want to get out of here. More than anything.”

Isabelle took Thea’s hand. “Alright, then you’ll get out. If you’re chosen, then you’ll be a Three, you’ll get out of St. George, and you’ll go to the palace. You’ll be free of here.

“But what about after that, Thea? When the media starts poking around? And you’ll be competing to be queen. You’ll meet the prince. You might fall in love. It’s not just the freedom. It’s everything. It’s responsibility.”

Trust Isabelle to lay it on thick. Thea asked, “What’s it like to be a Two?”

There was no one else she could ask that question. There were very few high numbers in their city, and none that Thea was closer to than Isabelle. Although it was unlikely Isabelle would ever give up her caste to marry Liam, she was more Thea’s family than Georgia.

And certainly Thea never planned to be anything more than a four.

“More respect,” Isabelle replied. Thea understood.

“If I did go, you’d take care of Jack?”

“Me and Georgia. And Liam when he’s not too busy.”

“Oh, I feel so much better.”

Isabelle slung an arm over her shoulders and ruffled her already messy hair. “Yes, Thea. We will take care of Jack.”

Thea nodded and went to the table where the filthy form was. “I want it.”

Isabelle chuckled behind her. “Then do it. But if you do, it will be dangerous. You’re safe here. You won’t be there.”

Isabelle kissed the back of her head and finished making breakfast.

Thea stared down at the form and remembered that day on the lake.

When she had been six-years-old, she had been exploring and had seen something. After all these years, she still had no idea what it had been, probably a bird or squirrel. But it had fascinated her six-year-old-self, who had promptly chased after it.

And her entire world had become a single sound. A crack that shook the earth. Thea had wondered out onto a lake and had taken one wrong step. The ice beneath her feet had cracked and webbed, splitting the air. The ground had lurched beneath her, and Thea would never forget those precious seconds afterward where everything had stood still. The wind and cold vanished. Time became a distant thing. No animals could be heard over the thundering of her heart.

And Thea had been tempted. Even at such a tender age, she had felt the need to go further. The distant shore had gleamed like a jewel, calling to her like a siren. Faced between possible death or not knowing, Thea had nearly chosen the latter.

But she had turned away and managed to crawl her way back to safety.

Thea hadn’t ventured out on that lake since. For she knew, just as she knew that the sun would rise and the world would spin, that if it happened again, she wouldn’t have the strength to turn away a second time.

“Keep moving forward. Never slow down. Never stop. Never look back.”

Thea felt that same way staring at the form. Laid out before her in neat cursive were those same cracks in the ice. With just a bit of pressure, they would shatter, and Thea would find herself drowning in a ruthless sea.

She signed the form:

Thea Philippa Silver.

#thea silver #selectionoc #practice challenge 1

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hynohtz · 8 years ago

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11 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MY ASS

Okay ffffffffine. I was tagged by a couple of Roomfriends to complete one and I feel nothing but incredibly loved right now. I don't usually do these things but - this has been a fun one to get to know my buddies with so WHY NOT?! Honestly, this is not hard bc .... well, I'm weird. Bwahahaah!! I'm also not shy, especially when it comes to difficult conversations of confrontation. Buckle your seat belts. I'll try not to make it hardcore but all things are what make us , us , right?? I have enjoyed getting to know the fandom and feel like sharing, if it's with the right intentions, can only ever do good. Right? We'll see... Yeesh 😬 1) I'm a proud Lefty. It's cool functioning on the right side of our brains, in creativity and problem solving. It's not cool however when you have to dine at a large table or try to cut ... well, anything with a pair of scissors. I had a permanent pencil/ pen stain on my side palm for my entire school life. lol I assure you I am not from the devil. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard and I'm not particularly kind to those who have changed their children from left to right for these reasons. You'd be surprised how many, and how many ppl are AMAZED that you're a lefty. I swear it's about the equivalent of telling them you were a virgin. The wide eyes and gaps .. lol 2) I was an opera major in my undergrad. I say that as if I went on to get more degrees but I didn't hahaahaha. ( wait I can't stop laughing ) ..... Yes. I hold a Bachelors of Music in Vocal performance from Peabody Conservatory of Music of Johns Hopkins University @tuxedos-are-not-suits yup. No, I don't do it now. Funny thing about opera... you kind of have to like the city or traveling and if ur in just the chorus, it doesn't pay the bills. Insurance is also with the Union ... hrumph. I sing where I can, weddings, funerals, stage, and hold the occasional theater podcast or YouTube lessons (bwahaha, Roomfriends.) 3) I can't dive. I never learned. I found out the hard way had an eighth grade pool party with all the cool kids in my new hot two piece bikini, that placing both hands on your head in the manner of a shark fin and squatting to only then fall in the water ... is not diving. Feet first. Always. 4) I got to be the "surprise" witness in court to a man who was a notorious date-raper around campus and was counter suing his own victim for defamation of character. You should've seen the asshole's face when I showed up that day. Proud to tell the whole court and judge that I would've been one of his victims if I hadn't gotten away from him and called the campus shuttle to pick me up. I said "your honor, there is no counter sue needed as I was happy to tell everyone male and female months before this poor victim that he was dangerous, possibly mental, and to stay away from him." God that was an awesome day. I didn't tell my parents till 5 years later , for fear that my father would hunt him down and kill him 😂 5) I can talk through my nose. I don't think it's amazing but apparently everyone and their mother at a party does... lol I can say the ABCs and sing with my mouth closed. It's my stupid human trick. People love that shit for some reason... 6) I once lived with 3 guys in an apartment just like Jess. They weren't as cute , ( nor was I ) and ruined my furniture and left dishes rotting in the sink, ....but I look back on that experience and smile for the couple of mos it was a reality. Guys will do anything to protect and support the chick they live with. It's almost like a brother/sister thing. Maybe that is where my love for 4D comes from? 7) one night "my boys" went out drinking and left me at home alone. A man got into our apartment and then into my bedroom. He fired a gun behind my head to scare me and tied me up. He didn't hurt me but said he would if I screamed again. He took all my family heirloom jewelry ... and my trust in strangers. He made me lay on the bed on my stomach and left me to ransack the apartment. I made the decision to go over to my bedroom door close it and lock it in hopes that maybe if he came back to get me ...he would give up. The plastic phone that was on my bed was easy to get off the hook and I dialed 911 with my tongue. I subconsciously continued to recite the Lord's Prayer , even though I was not "saved" at the time. By the time the police had gotten there in about six of the longest minutes of my life, he was gone. The sound of the police radio was like heaven's choir singing to me. They then untied me and I dropped to my knees crying and the woman policeman told me to my face "we expected to find you dead." It's not pretty, and it took while to get over... but it makes me, me. 8) my two front teeth are veneers. yes. fake. I was born with the "Madonna" gap my mama had as well and I hated it. Almost every day I would try to place my white gum behind my two front teeth so I can make it look like they were too large teeth that went together seamlessly. When I was 15 and my mom was 40 something, we both got veneers, together. I will not disclose how many times I have cracked or chipped them, and on what foods. Let's just say I have the "teeth falling out dreams" all the time, and I don't have a great time in black lighted bars and clubs 😬 9) I was in an abusive marriage before I was reunited with my wonderful hubby. I didn't listen to the warning signs or tell myself the truth and went ahead with it, even though the first time he laid hands on me was 3 mos before the wedding. I was in a loveless and disrespectful marriage for 1.5 yrs. At the third time ( too many) I grabbed the dog and got the hell outta dodge ( or GA ). I keep some of the photos in a box in my closet, so I can tell my daughter about what every woman deserves and that we should always be honest with ourselves. She will always know and understand the true reasons you marry someone. Life isn't perfect, but it's makes me, me. 10) I say "reunited with my hubby" because kids, the fact is, my husband dated my best friend in college. I always thought he was the cutest and funniest and most caring boyfriend that she had ever dated, and when she broke his heart I thought she was friggin nuts. But God has a bigger plan. Nikki's suite mate in college asked her the first day why she had a picture of "Molly" on her desk and she said that's my best friend and the suitemate replied my mom works for her moms preschool. We were friends together for a long time. Fast forward to 10 years later when Nikki has 3 kids, Steph has two and I'm divorced and crying myself to sleep in the bathtub because all of my guy friends are married or short and bald, ....and my future hubbys mom moves ACROSS THE STREET from said Suitemate. She called me. I sped over and ... history was made. He's just as adorable today as he was when we were 19, and I adore him every day. We have two beautiful children ( a boy 3 and a girl 7 ) who are my world, and I thank God every day that fate revealed itself to me. 11) I was/AM a fierce daddy's girl. My father passed away when I was eight and a half months pregnant with my son. He had been sick with stage 4 lung cancer for 6 mos and in and out of the ICU. I watched him die on 9/29 and it was the most difficult and most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I was able to tell him everything I loved about him and that I will miss him every day of my life. It's been 3 years and I still cry almost once a day. My son is named after him and I will take great pride in teaching him about the man that never got to hold him. I occasionally see him in dreams... but let's be honest, it's never enough. Hug your daddies if u have them on earth still... for me, pls. If you see me preaching about the dangers of smoking, get mad. I don't care. No one else needs to die this way. Especially not those I love. F it. Shit. That's all? I could go on and on ... lol mmkay 11 random facts. Done. Please still be my friend, k? I hope instead of tagging everyone again, some followers will just do it... yasssss do it. You know u want to, and you know you can't be as fucked up as me, right?!? so just go for it!!! Hahaaha PS I love my Roomfriends Love and Life, Molls

#random facts

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