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when get we see new pictures of Jahar?
Highly unlikely to ever. Unless he has to make a court appearance it's not likely there will ever be a public sighting of him again. His visitors are limited and cannot take pics or videos. No media has access either so unless a prison guard sneaks a shot and it gets out (which I'm sure would come with legal consequences) it's safe to say it won't happen. Most probably wouldn't recognize him now anyway.
#jahar tsarnaev#dzhokhar tsarnaev#abolish the death penalty#abolish capital punishment#end the death penalty#end capital punishment#florence adx#adx#florence supermax#super max prison
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Does anyone else look at the characters they’ve made and are like... shook cuz of how fucked up some of them are? lolololol
me: i like to put a little bit of myself in each of my characters, tee hee! So relatable like wooow oh my goshhhh. 💕✨💕✨💕
also me: creates the shittiest, most horrifically fucked up, morally deficient, literal ‘garbage personified as human’ antagonists who would delight in gaslighting you and manipulating you into selling your ailing grandmother for a half-eaten tuna sandwich.
my brain: 👀
#faye speaks#writing humor#writeblr humor#writeblr post#original characters#lol no but really my villains are terrible and amazing in their own ways#i have redeemable ones#and ones that belong in a triple max security prison#FOR LIFE#writeblr characters#OCs#vincent is very much redeemable#even if raine thinks he's got a super punchable face#antagonists#villains#i promise i'm not a psychopath#i'm just a writer lol
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Bureau of Prisons Annual Report, 1965. Top photos from wraparound cover show control room in central control at U. S. Penitentiary, Marion, Illinois. Bottom left photo shows a guard tower. Both photos by Harr, Hedrich - Blessing, Chicago.
"The Marion institution is the most recently completed and the most modern of the U. S. Prison System. Although originally thought of as a replacement for Alcatraz, Marion has become one of the foremost experimental institutions in the United States. Working in close cooperation with Southern Illinois University, Marion is developing and utilizing the latest in sociological techniques for the control and rehabilitation of offenders." Bottom right shows warden's conference in Washington, D.C., where this new control unit, intended to replace Alcatraz, was planned and discussed.
#united states penitentiary marion#control unit prison#lockdown#maximum security#super-maximum security#prison guards#prison administration#super max#usp marion#federal bureau of prisons#american prison system#history of crime and punishment#carceral propaganda
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“IM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE TO BE FORGOTTEN” 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣
#olivia��s corner#rhea stop. STOP!!!!!!!!!#i need to reread 86 years right now before i throw up#this interview is decaying my brain#when im at work tomorrow morning and i start crying while folding jeans#bc im thinking about kim missing jimmy and leaving him alone in a super max prison#but she wants him to know that she’ll be there for him when she can!!!!!!#peter gould if you see this i hate you and you should never be allowed to write television again
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Headcanon (I’m not the first person who said this)
Myron Van Buren hunted Max McGullicutty because he was jealous of Harold's new boyfriend!
He lured Max to his island and... shot him down? I guess?
I bet Max would be very happy to see Myron in Erewhon Prison!
#max mcgullicutty#myron van buren#harold mews#dr. hare#survival island#erewhon prison for super villains#super villain island#poptropica headcanons#poptropica#poptropica fanart#fanart
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New Scotland Yard: Papa Charlie (2.7, LWT, 1972)
"You realise, of course, that anybody, no matter what their rank or position, anybody who was at that meeting - who had sight of this - is now under suspicion of passing information to that gang, don't you?"
"Yes, of course."
"Someone's working on the inside. Could be anybody. Could even be Sergeant Ward - or perhaps you?"
"No."
"Well, we'll see. I intend to find out who it is. And I'm going to give myself one hour in which to do it."
#new scotland yard#stuart douglass#john reardon#john woodvine#john carlisle#sally home#tony melody#michael turner#alison king#michael stainton#john caesar#victor brooks#susan brown#ken barker#les clark#derek ware#john hartley#dave carter#max faulkner#alan chuntz#clearly an attempt to do.. if not a 'bigger' episode exactly‚ then one with greater impact. shot entirely on film‚ we follow Kingdom during#the transport of a high profile prisoner (a gang boss) whilst simultaneously we see that his wife (hello Mrs Kingdom! back after her sole#previous appearance way back in 1.9) being kidnapped and held to ransom. it's...hmm. it's fine enough i suppose but it feels very unlike#the show to date; actually this feels almost like a watershed moment‚ the point at which heavily scripted‚ thoughtful cop drama ceased to#exist in the UK and was gradually replaced by greater emphasis on action and violence and hardness: the start of things like the second#iteration of Special Branch‚ into The Sweeney‚ into The Professionals. those shows were all capable of intelligence and nuance at times but#the focus became unmistakably Action and Spectacle (imo to the detriment of the genre). i might be egging this too much bc the ep still#finds some time to wrestle with moral quandries (but again‚ rather waves over Kingdom's unusual brutality in 'interviewing' a prisoner#suffering from Chekhov's Heart Complaint). Turner guests as another Chief Super‚ and would replace Woodvine in the 4th season#not as the same character i believe‚ but it's a safe bet this guest spot was instrumental in his later casting
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hello (one of the) resident phannie data analyst(s) here with some parasocial stats on dnp’s movie tastes! following: distribution of dan and phil's ratings overall, movies they each rated 5 stars, their lowest-rated movies, and the similarities + differences in their tastes
(lore moment: yes i am a data analyst in my real job. yes i surprised myself with wanting to do this in my spare time. but then i remembered when we read dracula in college (yes i was an english major) and i graphed like, how many times dracula was referred to as vampire versus monster or something. so i shouldn’t be surprised.
first up, their overall rating patterns and by ~special status~ (i.e., wall-e, kill bill, avatar, lmao, plus big hero 6 for the fun of it)
dan’s rated 304 movies and phil’s rated 305. both of them have mean and median ratings of 4 with min 1 and max 5.
both rated kill bill vols. 1 and 2 a 5. wall-e got a 4.5 from dan and a 4 from phil (phake phans). both gave avatar a 3.5. and big hero 6 3.5 (dan) and 4.5 (phil)
rating distribution:
i did analyses here by genre but i need to fix the output (i’m writing all of these based on the markdown document from my phone on the subway, but i need to fix the outputs and i don’t have my computer. so those are pending but there are other genre analyses that i could do & haven’t yet!)
while i was sorting through the data i got the impression that dan overall rated movies higher than phil. so, among movies that they've both rated, here's some information
number of movies dan rated higher than phil: 65
Empire Strikes Back, Blade Runner, Return of the Jedi, My Neighbor Totoro, Back to the Future II, Nightmare Before Christmas, Toy Story, Phantom Mence, Donnie Darko, Attack of the Clones, Finding Nemo, Oldboy, The Notebook, Batman Begins, Brokeback Mountain, WALL-E, (500) Days of Summer, Up, The Hangover, Drive, The Cabin in the Woods, The Avengers, The Dark Knight Rises, Life of Pi, Skyfall, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, Whiplash, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, Room, The Hateful Eight, The Force Awakens, Manchester by the Sea, Deadpool, La La Land, Moonlight, Rogue One, Call Me By Your Name, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2., Wonder Woman, Spider-Man: Homecoming, I, Tonya, Thor: Ragnorak, Phantom Thread, Roma, The Favourite, The Lighthouse, Toy Story 4, Midsommar, Ad Astra, Knives Out, Soul, The Green Knight, No Time to Die, Don't Look Up, Spider-Man: No Way Home, Turning Red, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Thor: Love and Thunder, The Banshees of Inisherin, The Fabelmans, Glass Onion, Beau is Afraid, Barbie, Oppenheimer, Poor Things
number of movies phil rated higher than dan: 55
Star Wars (New Hope), Blair Witch Project, Requiem for a Dream, Memento, Ocean's Eleven, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Moonrise Kingdom, Iron Man 3, Gravity, Prisoners, The Wolf of Wall Street, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, The Imitation Game, Nightcrawler, John Wick, Gone Girl, Big Hero 6, Jurassic World, The Martian, The Revenant, Nocturnal Animals, Split, Get Out, Baby Driver, The Disaster Artist, Dunkirk, The Shape of Water, The Greatest Showman, The Last Jedi, Ready Player One, Crazy Rich Asians, A Star is Born, Rocketman, Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood, Joker, The Rise of Skywalker, The Invisible Man, A Quiet Place Part II, Greenland, Tenet, Malignant, Eternals, The Matrix Resurrections, Scream (2022), Nope, Prey, Talk to Me, Avatar: The Way of the Water, The Super Mario Bros. Movie, Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One
number of movies they rated the same: 99!
Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Se7en, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Spider-Man, Lost in Translation, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Mean Girls, Howl's Moving Castle, Children of Men, The Dark Knight, Pontypool, Inglourious Basterds, Avatar, Toy Story 3, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Black Swan, The Social Network, 21 Jump Street, The Hunger Games, Silver Linings Playbook, The Conjuring, Snowpiercer, Her, Thor: The Dark World, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, Boyhood, It Follows, Guardians of the Galaxy, Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), Interstellar, Ex Machina, The Witch, Avengers: The Age of Ultron, Mad Max: Fury Road, Inside Out, Ant-Man, Captain America: Civil War, Your Name., Arrival, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, mother!, It, Blade Runner 2049, Hereditary, Black Panther, Annihilation, A Quiet Place, Avengers: Infinity War, Captain Marvel, Us, Avengers: Endgame, Parasite, It Chapter Two, Marriage Story, Uncut Gems, 1917, Black Widow, The Suicide Squad, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Dune, Last Night in Soho, The Batman (2022), Everything Everywhere All at Once, X, The Northman, Top Gun: Maverick, Bullet Train, Barbarian, Pearl, M3GAN, Dungeons and Dragongs: Honor Among Thieves, Evil Dead Rise, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3., No Hard Feelings, Saltburn, Priscilla, Society of the Snow, Saw X, Leave the World Behind
i didn't analyse this by genre or anything, but i could -- so if you're interested lmk!
the 5 movies with the most different ratings between dan and phil
- Iron Man 2 (dan: 2, phil 3.5)
- The Greatest Showman (d: 2.5, p: 4)
- Malignant (d: 3, p: 4.5)
- Scream (2022) (d: 2.5, p: 4)
- Beau is Afraid (d: 3, p: 1.5)
Interesting that even though dan has more higher rated movies, 4/5 of these ones phil rated higher.
next, their 5-star movies
dan's five stars: 80
Alien, Empire Strikes Back, ET, Blade Runner, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Stand by Me, The Grave of the Fireflies, My Neighbor Totoro, Back to the Future II, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Jurassic Park, Nightmare Before Christmas, Schindler's List, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Toy Story, Fargo, Scream, The Fifth Element, Hercules, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Fight Club, Magnolia, The Emperor's New Groove, Donnie Darko, Moulin Rouge, Shrek, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Finding Nemo, Kill Bill, Oldboy, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Shaun of the Dead, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, Revenge of the Sith, Brokeback Mountain, No Country for Old Men, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, The Tree of Life, 21 Jump Street, The Avengers, Life of Pi, Skyfall, Under the Skin, Whiplash, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, Sicario, The Hateful Eight, La La Land, Arrival, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, First Man, The Favourite, The Lighthouse, Parasite, Midsommar, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick, Oppenheimer, Poor Things
phil's five stars:
Star Wars (New Hope), Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Requiem for a Dream, Memento, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, 21 Jump Street, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, The Revenant, Arrival, Dunkirk, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, Parasite, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, The Shawshank Redemption, Gladiator, Little Miss Sunshine
overlap: 39
Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, 21 Jump Street, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, Arrival, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, Parasite, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick
& their lowest rated movies...
dan: matrix resurrections (1) , thor: the dark world (1.5), the rise of skywalker (1.5)
phil: crimes of the future (1), attack of the clones (1.5), thor: the dark world (1.5), don’t look up (1.5), the matrix resurrections (1.5), doctor strange in the multiverse of madness (1.5), beau is afraid (1.5), black bear (1.5)
not even chris hemsworth could save thor the dark world, i guess (kat dennings, though…)
movies they logged on the same date:
note that this is like, non-exhaustive, because this is only based on their diaries that list the date. i think in reality they've watched most of these movies together. frequently dan logged a couple days after phil which aren’t shown here. procrastination queen
Pontypool, Eternals, The Northman, Nope, Barbarian, The Banshees of Inisherin, Glass Onion, The Super Mario Bros. Movie, Beau is Afraid, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3., Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One, Saltburn, Poor Things, Priscilla, Saw X, Leave the World Behind
movies that one logged and not the other:
dan but not phil: 85
The Exorcist, Stand by Me, The Grave of the Fireflies, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Home Alone 2, Schindler's List, Fargo, Romeo & Juliet, Hercules, Men in Black, Neon Genesis Evangelion, The Mummy, The 13th Warrior, Fight Club, The Emperor's New Groove, Moulin Rouge, Shrek, Legally Blonde, Monsters, Inc, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Scooby-Doo, 28 Days Later, Matrix Reloaded, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, School of Rock, Matrix Revolutions, Saw, Shaun of the Dead, Shrek 2, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Revenge of the Sith, The Devil Wears Prada, Borat, Casino Royale, No Country for Old Men, Death Proof, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, There Will Be Blood, Tropic Thunder, Slumdog Millionaire, Moon, District 9, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The King's Speech, We Need to Talk About Kevin, The Tree of Life, X-Men: First Class, Prometheus, Argo, Les Miserables, Django Unchained, World War Z, Pacific Rim, Under the Skin, 12 Years a Slave, American Hustle, The Babadook, The Lego Movie, x-Men: Days of Future Past, 22 Jump Street, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, The Theory of Everything, Green Room, Sicario, Spotlight, The Big Short, 10 Cloverfield Lane, The Conjuring 2, Train to Busan, Hacksaw Ridge, Doctor Strange, Hidden Figures, Logan, You Were Never Really Here, Game Night, Isle of Dogs, First Man, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, Suspiria, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Glass, Hustlers, Pig, Violent Night
phil but not dan: 86
Jaws, The Terminator, Beetlejuice, Die Hard, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Groundhog Day, The Shawshank Redemption, Leon: The Professional, The Usual Suspects, The Frighteners, The Sixth Sense, Being John Malkovich, American Beauty, The Green Mile, Gladiator, Catch Me if You Can, Elf, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Little Miss Sunshine, Pan's Labyrinth, The Prestige, Zodiac, Spider-Man 3, Iron Man, Juno, Lake Mungo, Twilight, Zombieland, Kick-Ass, Brave, Evil Dead, The Great Gatsby, Now You See Me, Monsters University, Man of Steel, About Time, Dallas Buyers Club, Edge of Tomorrow, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2, The Boy, Raw, Finding Dory, Suicide Squad, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, John Wick: Chapter 2, Lady Bird, The Ritual, Happy Death Day, Deadpool 2, Ocean's 8, Ant-Man and The Wasp, Bird Box, Booksmart, Crawl, Spider-Man: Far From Home, The Platform, Black Bear, Palm Springs, The Empty Man, The Innocents, Titane, Old, Free Guy, The Black Phone, Fresh, Watcher, Bodies Bodies Bodies, Ambulance, Aftersun, Crimes of the Future, Fall, Bones and All, The Menu, Sanctuary, Do Revenge, Smile, Hellraiser (2022), Mr. Harrigan's Phone, Plane, Missing, Infinity Pool, Past Lives, Knock at the Cabin, Scream VI
i’m interested to see how this varies by genre!
miscellaneous non-statistical things that made me parasocially emotional and/or laugh during this process:
they watched nope together on christmas eve 2022 <3
dan rated moulin rouge a 5 <3 nature boy <3
he also rated shrek a 5. of course. (valid).
4.5 from dan and 4 from phil from the notebook
5 from danny for brokeback mountain <3 and a 4.5 from philly
cmbyn, yes, has its issues, but dan rated 4.5 and phil 4
the shape of water got a 4.5 from monsterfucker phil lester (dan gave it a 4)
surprisingly phil rated rocketman higher than dan! surprising because dan liked so many musicals
dan gave hustlers a 3.5. i don't know why i think this is funny, but i do. phil doesn't have it logged or rated, lmao.
a 4 (d) and a 3.5 (p) for barbie!
phil gave twilight a 3. lol.
phil also gave do revenge only a 3.5. tragique.
phil watched a LOT of horror alone in october 2022 (aka while dan was on tour). anyway he's just like me <3
#dan and phil#dnp#phan#dan howell#phil lester#twitter says letterboxd should have been gatekept i say 1) know your phannie history! 2) this is nothing their usernames are so obvious you#think they didn’t know this would be found? be fr!
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Here's The Bold Question Boston Marathon Bombing Doc Director Would Ask Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
Floyd Russ, director of the new Netflix docuseries American Manhunt: The Boston Marathon Bombing, wasn’t able to interview the one person in the world who is able to address all the unanswered questions about the tragic 2013 bombing.
That person is Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who, along with his now-deceased brother Tamerlan Tsarnaev, carried out a deadly bombing at the 2013 Boston Marathon and later killed an MIT police officer. The reason Dzhokhar can’t be interviewed is that he’s currently on death row in a supermax prison where interviews with inmates are not allowed.
But if Russ could somehow speak to the remaining Tsarnaev brother, he knows what tough question he would ask him.
Here’s what Floyd Russ would have asked the remaining man responsible for the Boston Marathon Bombing
“We never got to a point where I started seriously drafting questions for Dzhokhar, because we wrote multiple letters, we talked to his attorney, but no one has ever been interviewed in supermax where he’s held or questioned in any form — they just don’t allow it. I think you just have to start with a question like, why would you do this?” Russ tells MovieMaker.
“You start there. But my interview process is not that simple. It takes several hours to sit down and kind of draft a narrative of questions so that when you ask the question why, you don’t just do it right out the gate. You want to do it when someone’s totally open and remembers why.”
Without access to Tsarnaev, Russ tried to gather as much information about what caused the bombing in order to bring some sort of peace to the survivors of the bombing — which include q617 people who lost limbs and many dozens more who were injured — as well as the families of the three victims who lost their lives that day: 23-year-old Lingzi Lu, 29-year-old Krystle Campbell, and 8-year-old Martin Richard.
But the director knows that full closure may never be possible.
“This is a manhunt to catch the bombers. But beyond that, it’s a manhunt to understand why this happened,” Russ says. “This 10-year anniversary I think is symbolic because people want closure, and closure isn’t a simple thing. It doesn’t just come with, oh, I closed the book, and I move on. It doesn’t exist in this story, in an event like this,” Russ said.
“I wanted to make sure that when people watch it, they feel like they walk away from this thinking, Okay, I fully understand what happened,” he added.
“You can never understand why a person becomes a terrorist unless we can actually talk to that person, but one is dead and the other one is in supermax, so we can’t talk to him. So we went through people that knew the bombers: the neighbor, the teacher, the best friend. We could not get ahold of the father and mother. Sadly, they haven’t been in anything. They live in Russia. But finding all the archival we could, we pieced together the story of what we felt was most pertinent in terms of showing what happened to them [the Tsarnaev brothers] between moving to Boston 10 years before the bombing as hopeful immigrants and then becoming bombers that day.”
All three episodes of American Manhunt: The Boston Marathon Bombing are now streaming on Netflix.
#jahar tsarnaev#dzhokhar tsarnaev#tamerlan tsarnaev#ibragim todashev#bmb#true crime#abolish the death penalty#abolish capital punishment#American Manhunt: The Boston Marathon Bombing#Netflix docuseries#documentary#florence adx#florence supermax#super max prison
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taz steeplechase is so incredible as a setting. it's a disney dystopian sovereign state/tower of babel thing that's been standing for more than a generation. it's been there for so long that there's a ton of old defunct animatronics robots abandoned here and there and they're all super creepy.
Even the employees are so taken in by the allure of the park that they spend their whole paychecks to have fun in the park on their free time. There's a whole layer dedicated to nostalgia.
When they realized that too many kids had been abandoned by their parents in the daycare park, they just bricked up the whole thing with the kids still inside and used it as a garbage dump/prison colony, so that there's just this Mad Max-esque post-apocalyptic world with very real stakes within Disneyland where old animatronics try to kill you
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THE THREE TIMELINES
2. DIVERSION TIMELINE (Reverse Portal AU)
Stan saves Ford but it ends up being him the one to get pulled into it (with the 1st journal).
[Rubs her hands] Now here's the good stuff. (You can tell this is my favourite timeline.) This timeline is basically my AU mashed up with the reverse portal AU.
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After Stan gets pulled into the portal (mind you, he still has the burn), he manages to escape Bill (he just knew/sensed he was evil) and his minions. He hides in the asteroid shield, and then in an asteroid's crater, just like Ford. Then encounters the refugees, the people help him (by giving him the translator, and a recap of where is he, who is Bill, what is the multiverse and such, they also give him some equipment for survival and explain to him the basics of how to travel between dimensions. They also take care of his burn, but it will take time to fully heal). He escapes the Nightmare Realm and his travels begin.
Little facts and important plot points, cuz there's no way I'm redacting 30 years of dimension travelling:
His sole purpose is going back home, even though he has no idea of how to do it.
His hopes to return shatter when he encounters another Stan that got through the portal and tells him that their kind rarely ever makes it back (this would happen like, at year 2).
He almost takes his life that night, but he remembers what the Stan he encountered told him and decides to embrace this life, to live for himself and not to prove anything to anyone. (Even if he may not really think he's worthy of that, that his value relies on others' opinions of him.)
So he just wanders, looking for places to stay, but never for too long (2 years max). He's used to that lifestyle after all.
He comes across a few Stanford's too, some have better responses to him than others. He travelled with one for a while, but he died saving Stan from some bounty hunters (he has never felt more guilt over anything ever). He lost an eye here (year 6).
He's a criminal, but not a renowned one. He's a bit like a Robin Hood, but always looks out for himself first. He likes the idea of being a hero, or maybe something more like an antihero, so he helps people with small stuff wherever he goes.
He did contraband between dimensions for a while. (Deep down he hoped to come across his.)
He tried to rob the device they used to hop between dimensions, but let's just say he was lucky to leave alive from that situation.
He spent a lot of time in Lottocron Nine.
He feels glad that it was him that fell through the portal instead of Ford.
Sometimes he thinks about giving up, but he never does for too long.
He meets the Oracle at some point, they chill and become friends. (Bonding over future sight, she explains to him how is it that he got it.) (Year 14)
After 18 years he has a vision, a guy with what he says is a "portal gun". He gets super exited and thinks that he'll finally find a way to get back.
After a few weeks he encounters Rick Sanchez, he immediately knows that the guy is not someone you want as an enemy. They make a deal, Stan does (an extremely risky) infiltration mission to steal some info for Rick and he builds him a portal gun (and tells him how to make portal fluid).
Stan does it, and spends six months in a high security prison. He gets the info, starts a rebellion as a distraction for his prison break, gets out. (Rick helped him on that last part.)
He gets the gun from Rick and starts hopping between dimensions.
For the first time in forever he has hope.
Years pass, at some point he gets sick of it and just goes back to his old lifestyle for a bit. Then he steals some technology to identify dimensions and it helps him narrow down the number of places he has to go.
He has a list where he crosses the ones that are not the one.
More time passes (year 24), he encounters Rick again and he needs a favour. This time he has to get something some other criminals stole from him, some kind of alien biker gang.
They do it together this time and on the fray Stan loses his right arm. As a "sorry" Rick builds him a robot one (with a lot of secret little compartments, tools, and six fingers at Stan's request).
Time flies and suddenly 30 years have passed. And surprise, after all this time, he comes back home.
(He ages a bit slower btw, that might be because of the blessing or because the massive amount of portal hopping / multiverse travelling he did.)
What was Ford doing?
Getting depressed, that's what he was doing.
Running only by adrenaline, paranoia and an overwhelming sense of guilt (oh my god, he just killed his brother) he somehow pulled it off. Bro got an eureka moment and managed to get some unicorn hair to protect the house. Then, after he managed to get some sleep he followed his original plan (it didn't go exactly as expected, aka, he didn't find anything at all except from the zodiac).
Not knowing what else to do a devastating feeling of hoplenessness came over him, leaving him on an almost catatonic state of depression. And since Bill couldn't do anything to him because of the spell he was just laying there.
And then, like the saving grace of god, Fiddleford came to the rescue. Or something like that...
He was going to make Ford stop by force, but when he got to the house and saw the state in which everything was in he was like "uh oh..."
He found Ford, and even though he was still mad at him he helped him. Ford told him everything that happened, continuously apologising to Fiddleford for not listening to him. Fiddleford was like "About damn time!!" and "I told you so!!".
So, Fidds helps Ford recompose himself, clean the place and find a way to get out of the shack without fearing Bill. (They find a sketchy doctor, BOOM, metal plate.)
They decide to stay low and not bring attention to the town.
They blow up the Bill cave, and get the 2nd journal away from the damn primary school (burn the Bill invocation spell).
(Ford forgot where the third one was.)
They start their own version of the mystery shack, but with accurate representations of the real stuff. AND a repair shop (that's where most of the money comes from).
They also work as protectors of some sort, a bridge between the normal world and the fantastical one. They look for signs of Bill's presence, more for security than anything. They also put barriers in other parts of town (the ones of unicorn hair).
They dismantle the Society of the Blind Eye (Fiddleford admitted that he started it, and that it was probably a bad idea). They discussed about breaking the memory gun, but they decided it could be useful in the future, so Ford hid it somewhere (he just put it under the floor on his room).
They seal the portal room, leaving it as it was. Fidds wanted to dismantle it, but Ford never let him (because of Stan this time, not the portal itself).
They heal, yippie!! Or something like that, Ford has to live with the crushing guilt of "killing" his brother; Fiddleford's wife divorced him and he lost custody of Tate. So they kind of only have eachother. (Fiddleford still has some memory problems, but nothing too serious.)
I hereby declare Fiddauthor canon in this timeline. (Even though I am more of a Fiddlestan gal.)
Bill decided to discharge this dimension, after all the portal is unusable and won't be repaired. He still has many dimensions to choose from anyway.
Years later the twins come for the summer and work on the expositions and tours. Dipper finds the journal, and the plot goes on.
The show begins:
The twins go to Gravity Falls to spend the summer, they will stay with their grunkle Ford and his colleague (wink wink) and work at their little museum. They soon find out that that's not the only thing their grunkles do.
A few days after they arrive (after Dipper finds the third journal) Ford takes them on an expedition as a bonding activity. He tells them that there's amazing things here, but there's also danger.
Ford and Fidds explain their purpose in this town, that they make sure that nothing evil gets to the town or the world. To make sure that humanity and magic stay apart and cool with eachother.
Soos and Wendy work there (at the same jobs as before, handyman and cashier at the giftshop). But Soos also works at the repair shop under Fiddleford's guidance (now Fiddleford has a son again and Soos has a new dad).
Guideon still is a menace in this one, but he doesn't have the book so he's not as dangerous as in canon. (At some point Fidds tells Ford "Imagine if you didn't dig out the journal at the school and this kid found it.")
Some adventures go the same, some different. Ford is more akin to Dipper, but Mabel has Fiddleford in this one. So it kind of balances it out. (And Fidds makes sure that Ford doesn't make Mabel feel left out, being a bridge between them and helping in communication.)
It doesn't take long for Dipper to realise who the author is (let's say, like a few weeks). And after being a bit indecisive (Mabel gives him courage) he decides to ask.
Fords admits that he's the author, and thanks him for finding the book. When Dipper asks for explanations about what happened (since he has read the journal two times already) Ford only tells him to not worry about it, that he fixed every back then (refusing to elaborate when Dipper insists).
Then he takes the journal from Dipper. The kid obviously gets mad at this. (This causes some resentment, and Dipper to be more secretive around the adults.) Ford tells him that is for his own safety.
Ford ends the conversation with the life lesson that he learned back then, that you can't do everything alone, you need family and friends in your life (the one he learned on the end of the show, basically).
At the end, this exchange causes a rift between Dipper and Ford, one that Ford isn't really aware of (and when he notices how the kid is not on board about doing nerd stuff together as much as before he feels bad, but he doesn't think it is anything too serious and that'll pass).
After the fight things are tense around the house for a bit, mostly because Dipper keeps making sharp and angry remarks at Ford (between other things). So there would be an episode about Mabel and Fiddleford trying to help so they can fix this.
It does help and things go back to being ok (but not the same as before, for Dipper won't idolise Ford anymore).
They still live adventures, with and without the grunkles.
Dipper starts his own "journal" out of spite. And to have a place to solve his own mysteries and record all the weird stuff on Gravity Falls. He sets himself the mission of learning what really happened thirty years ago. He noted down all the useful information he could remember about the third journal.
Everything moves on, and then one day Dipper and Ford were having another fight. Dipper and the others went did something reckless trying to find out the Old Mystery™ and got caught (maybe they went to the bunker, idk; but someone did get hurt).
So, they were all getting scolded, and Dipper was trying to fight back, when a small greenish opened in the middle of the kitchen and someone came through.
A loud beep reverberated through the room, Stan knew he was home.
The twins, Soos and Wendy kind of freak out and start asking who is he and such. Fiddleford has an idea of who it could be. And Ford is in shock to be honest.
Stan screams Ford's name and runs up to him to hug him. Ford stays still, in shock. He then lets out a fragile "Stan?", and his brother goes on to tell him super exited that he finally made it. After a rushed and almost incomprehensible (because of the speed in which he talks to and how he jumps to one thing to another) recap of what happened to him he pulls the first journal out of his backpack and gives it back to Ford.
–-–-–-–-–
I'm not sure how things go on from here, I haven't given it much thought. But I probably add more things to this one, at least more facts. Wether they are about Stanley's adventures through the multiverse, Ford and Fidds on the last few years, or the kid's in Gravity Falls.
Maybe even develop the relationship between the characters more, something like describing what everyone thinks of eachother would be good.
And now, I do have drawings for this one.
#gravity falls#gravity falls text post#gravity falls au#the magic of sight au#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanford pines#stangst#reverse portal au#soos ramirez#wendy corduroy#gideon gleeful#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#ford²#the oracle#bill cipher#stan pines#grunkle stan
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Treat - Ettore x Reader
Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Somnophillia, rape, non-con, slight dub-con, masturbation, creepiness, sedation, assault, drugs, induced vomiting, blood, spitting, cum play, violence, degradation.
Pairings: Dark!Ettore x Reader (It’s Ettore… come on)
Synopsis: The cold of space had nothing on the cool glare of Ettore, another inmate on the spacecraft you were sentenced to life on. At the mercy of the Doctor onboard, Dibs, all are a part of fertility experiments and used as test subjects. Said Doctor has increased your sedation dosage as part of the trials, what will happen when suspicions arise for the unusual things happening to your body?
Word Count: 6.1k
Notes: @targaryenrealnessdarling and @ewanmitchellcrumbs inspired this hedonistic fucking abomination by creating an obsession with a man I shouldn’t even like. This is DD:DNE territory, so you have been warned. I blame you both for making me so fucking feral for this man. Enjoy ;) <3
It was cold.
It’s not supposed to be cold, but it was.
There was no way to keep out the chill of outer space. No way to keep the sub zero chill outside from seeping into metal ship you drifted in. No way to keep the unnatural of being in space away from your bones.
Your senses.
There was heating, and it was warm enough inside for you to wear shorts and a shirt, some mandated clothing given to you, but even then, the artificial warmth couldn’t keep the chill from seeping into the walls or floors.
Or perhaps it was the chill of being watched.
But you were always being watched, prisoner and a body for human experimental trials, or ‘guinea pigs’ as Boyse says, another inmate who hates being there just as much as you. She was sweet enough, but you kept her, like everyone else, at an arms length.
Being put on the floating jail in space was a combination of a shit routine and being stuck with other not so great people. When you first arrived, you had kept to yourself, quiet, head down, methodical. You didn’t want trouble, you just wanted peace. And anything was better than the Super Max they had you in before back on Earth.
So you were good.
Took your meds when told, took showers when commanded, ate and slept on the clock like a well trained pet. And sometimes, if you were feeling particularly inclined, which was more often than not, you found yourself in The Box. A crude space for you to go in and get out your ‘urges’.
'Fraternising' with the others was a big no no, but really, what were they going to do? Shoot you out the hull? You doubted it, and if you were honest, you didn’t care much either way.
You were going to die on this ship, lost in the same fucking routine for the rest of your days if you didn’t all go absolutely bat shit insane and cannibalise each other, which was a real fear Monte had whispered to you once.
Not much of a talker that one.
But Ettore was worse.
He barely even spoke a word. He just watched.
Listened.
Like he was sizing everyone up, writing invisible notes in his mind of who was who, and what was what. As though he was collecting intel from everyone like a secret government plant, or as though he was waiting to sell secrets, not that there really were any, all of you were there for crimes that warranted a life sentence.
Death sentence in your case.
And the way Ettore watched you, watched Boyse, or any of the other women on board, gave you an inkling as to what he may have done to deserve being locked up with the rest of you.
But it didn’t stop you from being intrigued, nor casting an extra glance here or there to watch him. Pine over him even, bent over, shirtless scrubbing the floor, but what else were you to do? You hadn't been touched in months, maybe years, you couldn't tell how long it had been with no natural rise or set of the sun, and he wasn't bad on the eyes. Leaning against the wall of the hull, waiting for whoever it was in The Box to finish.
Because thats where he always was.
The Box.
You would say it bordered on slightly neurotic. Obsessive. Insatiable.
And it was the moments before he went in that really rivalled the chill of space.
His pale blue eyes would always find you.
Always.
And although it sent shivers down your spine in fear and disgust, it also settled a warmth within you too.
It was hard.
Not being able to touch anyone.
Being surrounded by people, all day, all night, and not once having a chance to feel them. Hold them. Be with them. You had thought that perhaps Dibs would have at least let same sex interactions slide because there was no possible way for conception, but it was as if the bitch was edging herself. Or had some sick fetish of having everyone in a fucking cube strung out to shit in space.
Not the smartest of moves to whoever gave this experiment the go ahead, but you had to give them props for their misplaced faith.
You padded down the hall, making your way to the Doctors office, ready to collect your meds; sleeping pills which knocked you flat on your ass about half an hour after ingesting them, and then go to bed.
You saw the door up ahead and sighed, it was not that you didn’t want to sleep, you just hated the idea of constantly being pumped with this shit.
Surely it wasn’t good for your body?
But then again, being in space and stuck where you were with no choice to go outside in fresh air, noting that there wasn’t any air outside the craft, wasn’t good for you either.
Unnatural.
But it was all unnatural.
And in some ways, better than death row.
Sometimes.
Just as you moved to round the door, Ettore’s large body ducked beneath the frame, strolling right past you. His eyes flicked over your body quickly, predatorily, lashes blinking softly as he brushed past you and went on his way back to his cell.
There was that cold again.
It surrounded him like a wraith.
You slid into the room, Dibs barely sparing you a glance as you stood behind her, her long fingers fucking about on the table as she took her time to give you the meds you got from her at the same time, every fucking day. You thought that perhaps she may be a little more organised since all she did was sit around on her ass and be a prat.
But she wasn’t, and you waited, standing beside her as she swivelled in her stupid little chair to face you.
You had always had a pretty good read on people. Ever since you were young, you could spot the bad ones from the good, but it never really kept you away from the bad. Your ex's more bad than they were good.
It excited you, if you were going to be honest.
The rush of adrenaline, feeling of fear as your fight or flight would kick in when you looked at someone and just knew they had a more sinister part of them simmering beneath the surface.
And the moment you had spotted Ettore on the ship, being strapped in beside him, the alarm bells had rung in your head, blaring red DANGER behind your eyes. And you had felt the same fluttering in your chest as you felt his eyes on you the whole time.
But Dibs?
She was different.
There was something more malevolent than what meets the eye. Something that hid behind her dark gaze. And as you stood inside the make shift infirmary, doctors notes spread out on her table, shut curtains behind you, you felt as though perhaps you would have been safer stuck inside The Box with Ettore.
Dibs held out a small plastic cup to you, two pills inside.
Usually, it held one.
Your brows furrowed as you looked up at her.
"Changed dosage.” Was the only thing she offered you.
“Why?”
The Doctor blinked up at you with no answer, silence falling over you. You asked again, and were met with the same blank stare. And so you took the cup begrudgingly, snatching it from her hand and throwing the two little pills into the back of your mouth to dry swallow them. You could feel them catch on the back of your throat, sitting heavily like a lump, and so you swallowed once more to get them down.
Dibs gave you a sterile smile, and turned away back to her notes, scribbling.
You stomped away, walking back down the corridor to go to your cell, feeling the acidic, briny feeling on the back of your tongue.
No matter how many nights you had swallowed those things, it always made a bad taste settle in the back of your mouth, and a hollowness in your stomach.
When you had first arrived on the ship, you struggled to fall to sleep knowing that you were drifting in space, and couldn't get off even if you wanted, with the low hum of the ship in a constant drone keeping you alert, and so Dibs had given you sedatives to help you drift off.
There was already sedatives in the water Dibs gave you all, but the other girls in your cell followed suit soon enough, asking for the little pill so that they could sleep undisturbed in the night.
The closer you go to your room, the more your mind felt clouded, as though a thick layer of fog had crossed it, obscuring your thoughts and making each one feel as though they had been dipped inside a vat of molasses.
Even your limbs felt heavy, and so you hurried your uneven pace to your cell block, stumbling against a wall where you flopped down onto the bed, too exhausted to pull yourself beneath the sheets as the room around you spun.
You could feel and hear the others making their way to their bunks after you, but your eyelids grew heavy, and soon enough, you were out like a light. As though a switch had been flicked by the manicured nails of Dibs.
There were no dreams to be had, not even an awareness of sleep, just a deep, black abyss that swallowed you whole and completely, with neither complaint nor fight from your limbs.
When you woke the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how tired you still were, as though the medication still lingered in your periphery like dark little tendrils that rubbed smooth and soothing hands upon your mind, trying to lure you back.
But the day had to move on, and you were unstrapped from your bed, limbs feeling entirely too heavy to lift as you hauled yourself out. You didn't understand the need for the restraints, especially since you would be sedated and unable to move anyway, but you supposed they were there to keep you put in case you did.
Behavioural issues and that.
Who knows what the others had done to warrant a death row sentence. Yours certainly wasn't a light one.
The moment your feet hit the ground, your stomach lurched. Pain rippling up through your stomach.
What the hell?
You rubbed your face blearily and sighed, chalking it up to your period making an appearance early this month, or perhaps Dibs' experiments had finally stuck, or were melting your insides by the feel of it.
Dibs was going to have a field day with you, you knew it. You would have your legs pried open by stirrups and have her shove a million and one swabs inside of you like she did every month.
Like clockwork.
Well, cycle really.
You hated it.
Another thing to add to the misery of it all; being prodded by a stone faced bitch who only showed kindness to the men on board. Couldn't even get off to the way she shoved those cotton swabs or fingers inside you, fishing around as if she was going through a pocket for spare change.
Except this pain was sharp, and stung, but was dulled by whatever lingering sleeping pill was dragging your body down. You would have to tell the eager Doctor to be more gentle about turkey basting you with whoever's cum she picked from her cups.
Boyse had told you once she could have sworn she saw Dibs dipping her fingers into the 'donation' cups to taste test each one. You had laughed so hard you cried, and Monte had eyed you from across the canteen.
You yawned and stretched, ignoring the ache and hit the showers with the others, beginning your day of chores.
Today you were cleaning, something you actually didn’t mind. It was methodical, time consuming, and there was a clear outcome at the end that you enjoyed.
Cloth and cleaner in hand, you polished handles and doors and any surface that you could reach, wiping down the metal and other surfaces to sterilise them.
Boyse was on floor duty that day, and so she cleaned alongside you quietly, the occasional whisper or conversation had as you moved. But you truly struggled to hold one, your mind still muddled from the lurch of the changed dose.
You would need to speak about lowering said dosage back to normal with Dibs. This was like trying to think and exist when shitfaced at the pub.
God you missed the pub.
It was the little things you missed most. Things that you had taken for granted, like wind, or rain, or bugs. You missed the itch of being bitten. How fucked was that? Missing mosquitoes? Dibs needed to check your head rather than your fertility.
And so the day ended, and every surface in one wing of the ship was spotless thanks to yours and Boyse’s work. You ate alongside the others quietly and couldn’t help but feel that chill again, covering you in an icy blanket.
Lifting your head, you spotted Ettore watching you.
Still.
Like those nature documentaries you used to watch, when the lions would be hidden in the tall grass, still as a rock, watching and waiting to pounce on the galloping gazelle.
Your mouth felt dry, and the hunger you had felt left, pain winding its way inside of you as you stood slowly, careful to not set anyone off, especially him, and moved to clear your plate to go to Dr. Dibs.
You were more eager to get away from Ettore’s piercing gaze than anything, feeling like a game of cat and mouse, waiting to turn your head and see him chasing after you down the halls. It set your skin alight.
But he didn't.
Your journey to speak to the doctor about your dosage was a waste. Dibs didn’t budge, and in your hand ,the small pill tub was dropped with two inside.
You watched her intently, mouth parted to argue.
“You done yet?” Ettore’s voice swallowed the artificial air in the room.
Your head snapped to the door, watching as he slowly walked in, like a predator, looking at you intently. You blinked up at him, his lean form towering over you in the sterile cream room. You could smell the soft scent of generic soap you all used and the musky undertones of him beneath.
“I want my treat.” He spoke again, hand held out to Dibs, who placed a pill in his palm, no cup holding it. Simply placed into his palm with her fingers, as though there was an element of familiarity between the two.
The cold of his gaze contrasted the warmth of his body as it loomed over you.
Dibs spun on her chair to look at you through her lashes, eyes dropping pointedly to the pills still un-swallowed in your cup, “Take them.”
You threw the pills into the back of your throat, locking eyes with Ettore as you dry swallowed them, holding back the grimace as they slid down the back of your throat roughly. Ettore followed, smacking his palm over his mouth as he swallowed his own, then turning his head to open his mouth in show to Dibs, who gave him a soft smile.
“Smashing. Thank you.” He spoke down to her, accent thick on his tongue. His eyes flicked over you once more before he sauntered out the room.
Your feet felt stuck on the linoleum flooring until Dibs cleared her throat at you, “Go back to your cell.”
Taking her command, you left, winding down the corridor, falling onto your bed again and succumbing to the heavy sleep.
This went on for days, the same dosage, the same medicated sedation, and the same groggy rising with a continued ache that never seemed to leave your core. You waited for the blood to come, but there was only the occasional bit of spotting.
Perhaps a lighter cycle this month.
It wasn’t until that morning, when you went to the showers did you notice something was not right. Something that justified the inkling in the back of your mind that something was afoot with the pain that wracked your body.
That the pain wasn’t due to your monthly cycle, and something far more sinister instead.
Washing down with soap, the others in their cubicles beside you, your eyes were drawn to colour that should not be on the skin. Dark blotches of purples and blue, streaked with pinks across your hips and inner thighs. Your fingers pressed into them, hissing as pain shot up through you. But the pain wasn’t what made you blanch. It was the shape of them. And how your fingers fit perfectly within the large blooms of colour.
Fingerprints.
More specifically, finger marks, littered across your body.
Your heart raced in your chest as you looked at them, horror and sickness skyrocketing inside of you. Bile rose in your throat, and the urge to scrub your skin raw became an immediate compulsion, your nails scratching at the bruises roughly.
Dressing rapidly, you raced to the Doctors office, shoes not even on as your feet slapped on the floor loudly as you made your way down. But of course, whatever high power above controlled the fate that surrounded you had other plans for you, and your body collided with a body of steel.
You neck craned up, meeting the icy glare of Ettore.
“Watch it.” He sneered down at you, hands at his sides in fists.
You didn’t know what to do but blink at him, and it was all you did, looking up at the man who set your skin alight, a blush creeping along your cheeks and fear shimmering down your spine.
“You gonna move?” He asked again, lips pulled into a sharp frown.
You took a step back, then another, and another, Ettore’s eyes grazing over your body, settling on your chest as it heaved, wet patches of your shirt sticking to your skin.
You swallowed thickly.
“Quiet one, huh.” Ettore mused, eyes becoming half hooded as he watched you, “They always scream the loudest.”
You sneered, watching as Ettore walked towards you, leaning his head down just a bit as he whispered to you, “I’ll be in The Box.” Before he was on his way, body swaying with his walk.
Your heart leaped through your chest as you watched him.
-
“Somethings wrong.” You sat on the doctors bed, legs in stirrups as Dibs looked at you in annoyance, clinical eyes roving your body as you pulled your shorts high on your hips to display the bruises on your thighs.
Dibs didn’t even blink at them, just glanced at them shortly before writing in her notes.
“Something is-“
“-Vitamin D deficiency, Iron deficiency.”
“Fuck you. It looks li-“
“Take these.”
Her hand was held out to you, a small circular brown pill and an oblong pink one sat inside a medical cup. You blinked at her hand as she held them out to you.
“I don’t fucking-“
“-Take them. Or you will be marked as refusing treatment.”
Snatching the cup from her palm, your own nails scratching her hand, you threw them back into your mouth, staring at her angrily as you swallowed them.
“Good girl.” Dr. Dibs spun in her chair away from you and back to her desk, already looking through her notes in dismissal.
You swung your legs out of the stirrups and sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, staring daggers into the back of her head.
It could be so easy.
Who would know it was you?
You could just-
“Are you refusing to leave now too? Very naughty of you. Monte will have to come deal with this behaviour, little birdy.” Came her slimy voice.
"Fuck you."
Grunting, you hopped off the bed and stormed out the room, muttering beneath your breath in agitation and anger as it poured out of you.
"Fucking bitch."
Something was wrong, and you knew it.
Fucking useless cunt.
You went back to your chores, but found that you could scarcely concentrate with the anger that seemed to mount within.
You needed a release, and fast.
The Box was made for just such thing, and so you dropped the clippers in your palm in the garden and made your way to your destination. The anticipation of going into The Box made way for excitement over the anger, but all in all, it still rippled through you in waves.
All you needed was a good and rough fuck.
Get the anger out.
Your ex was always a good source of inspiration when inside The Box. The way his hips would snap into yours brutally, his teeth in your flesh, hands slapping, pinching.
Choking.
The Box would calm you down.
Your legs carried you down the ladder before you jumped down the last few impatiently, the light in this part of the ship far darker than the rest. You walked forward, looking at the closed door before feeling ice wash over you.
Who else would be waiting outside of it but Ettore.
His cool eyes flicked to yours as your steps slowed, looking to him and then the closed door. His lips pursed together into a pout and one corner pulled down into a smirk.
Shit eating bastard.
He leant back against the steel wall of the hull, head turned to look down at you as you leant beside him. Too frustrated to turn back, and not willing to let him scare you out of a reprieve that you needed.
“Gonna be waiting a while.” Ettore hummed, suggestive grin on his lips before he swiped a tongue against the front of his teeth noisily.
You looked him up and down, no mood for his attitude or creeping glares, “You look like it’d be quick.” You purred.
Ettore’s nostrils flared and his lips pulled down into a sneer, he pushed off of the wall, looking down at you as he adjusted his jaw, the muscles clenching tightly, blue eyes narrowed.
Your head connected with the metal behind you as he jerked you back into it roughly, forearm pressed against the top of your chest. Pain bloomed in the back of your skull, but that didn’t stop the small mewl that escaped from your lips.
Ettore’s eyes widened before they narrowed, face looming in closer to you as he watched your chest rise and fall rapidly, heat blooming in your stomach.
The door to The Box opened and Boyse stepped out, eyeing the two of you suspiciously.
Ettore stepped back dropping his arm to his side as he spun around and entered, facing you as the doors began to close, his eyes roaming down your body slowly as he sucked his tongue.
A shiver rolled through you.
Boyse watched you carefully, “You right?”
You cleared your throat, feeling your heart beat like a drum in your chest, “Yea, I’m alright. Asshole.”
Boyse nodded and left, and you waited for your turn, waiting for the door to open again, but it didn’t.
The moments flew by and it almost felt as if he was taking his time because of your comment. Punishing you.
Proving a point.
Fucking cunt.
You huffed and pushed away from the wall, making your way back to work again, knowing that dinner would be soon, and then the deep and dreamless sleep once more.
Dinner was quick, and in no time you were walking down to collect your sedatives from the Doctor who made your skin crawl almost as badly as Ettore. Your mood had not improved, and you would say that the want that simmered inside of you made it even worse now that it had gone unattended.
When you entered the infirmary, Ettore was already there, talking quietly with Dibs who was seated, craning her neck up to look at him with a soft smile on her lips.
Fucking pick-me.
Upon hearing your arrival, both turned to face you, and Ettore instinctually held out his hand, a pill placed in its palm, before it put it in his mouth, his eyes on you, narrowed and almost angry. But when he looked down at the doctor, a soft smirk wound its way on his lips and he whispered a small ‘thank you’ to her, brushing past you with a sniff on his way out.
You held out your palm in the same manner he had, eyes still on the door Ettore had walked out of, feeling the plastic of the small cup being placed in the centre. You looked down at it.
Two sedatives.
"You're a fucking bitch, you know that?" You grumbled, and tilted your head back, letting the two pills roll onto your tongue, Dibs eyes watching.
But there was something about it.
Something about her watching you like that, that made you shiver.
“Show me.” She commanded and you swallowed both dryly, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue obscenely at her so that she could get a closer look.
The Doctor nodded and turned away, back to her notes.
But fear scrambled in your throat.
You all but raced out of the office, making your way straight to the toilet, dropping to your knees in front of it as your instincts took over, shoving two fingers down your throat. You gagged quietly in the space, daring to not draw attention to what you were doing.
You did it again, and the bile and bitter taste of stomach acid flooded your tongue. You bent over the rim gasping, looking down into the water to see if the pills were in the bowl with your dinner.
You spotted one and collapsed down onto the floor feeling some sort of relief, though your stomach still turned, and bile coated your tongue. You sat there for a moment, feeling the cool of the bathroom floor on your thighs and hands before standing.
You couldn’t get caught.
You flushed the toilet and brushed your teeth carefully, cupping water into your mouth to rinse the acidic taste that settled behind your teeth. And yet still, you were still wrought with nerves.
As you lay in your bed, bottom bunk opposite to Boyse, you stared up at the top one, the restraints strapping you down by your arms as the beginnings of sedated fatigue gnawed at your vision.
So you had only gotten one pill out.
No matter.
Better than both.
At least it calmed your heart, and you turned your head to look at Boyse who was already out like a light, the soft curve of her nose shadowed in the dim of the room.
You wondered what she was here for often, but never had the courage or want to learn.
Some things are better left unsaid.
You tried to resist it, tried to fight the way your eyelashes sagged and your limbs fell heavier by the second, but in no time at all, you were sucked into the usual dreamless state that you had been in for god knows how long you had been on that goddamn ship.
-
It’s dark.
So dark.
And warm.
Soft pressing in the back of your mind, drawing you just below the surface of consciousness.
Why was it so warm?
There was pressure.
Pressure on top of you.
Pressure inside of you.
A thing.
Or two.
Maybe three.
What?
The pressure turned to a dull ache.
A pain.
Pleasure?
Why was it so warm?
It curled in your gut and you groaned, mind foggy, limbs of stone as you felt the weight of your body come back to you. Come back to the room.
The bed.
Soft sheets.
Grunts.
Weight.
Warm.
Pain in your thighs. Pain between them. Weight on top of you.
Breaths in your ear that are not your own.
Grunts.
Moans.
Hisses.
Eyelids feeling like lead as they fluttered, the sound around you louder, rustling, wet, clapping, breathing.
The room spun on its axis, mind reeling as you were pulled from the depths of your sedated sleep, your body reacting to whatever was being done to it.
It was hard.
Hard to stay awake.
You drifted again, bobbing beneath the surface only to rise back up again, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. Blurred vision making it hard to focus.
Heavy mind making it hard to comprehend.
Hard to see.
“Whas-“ You slurred, head being rocked backwards by movements, making the nausea that rose within stronger, barreling through you with a spearing sensation.
A loud grunt in your ear as the jolting of your body picked up. Something moving inside of you.
Atop you.
You could see movement above you, hair, a body.
A face.
Ettore.
You blinked, his sharp jawline coming into focus, comprehension wading through the thick fog of your mind as you continued to look up at him, mind reeling to figure out what was going on.
Eyes half lidded, lips pulled down into a sneer, Ettore rutted into you from above.
“Wha-“
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, hand slapping over your lips as he fucked into you.
Your eyes widened, pain blooming through you, strength dulled, senses foggy, but knowing.
Knowing.
You knew now.
Ettore’s length fucked into you roughly, the tip beating against your cervix painfully. The stretch stung as he drilled into you, splitting you apart on his cock. Each thrust was just as brutal as the other, the sound of his hips clapping against yours loud in the cell of the others sedated, still in their dreams.
Was this a dream?
It felt too real.
You writhed beneath him sluggishly, trying to get out of his grip, breathing heavily through your nose as his hand stayed pressed against your mouth, small whimpers and grunts spilling into his palm as his cock bullied your walls repeatedly.
Ettore watched your face, lips pulling up into a smile as he gave a particularly harsh thrust, your eyes scrunching shut in pain as you yelped, sensing you had come fully to the surface of consciousness to feel the truth of his assault.
Pain pinged up you, your walls clamping down on him as your hips tried to angle away from him, restraints cutting into the skin of your wrists, legs too heavy to lift. Tugging at them for dear life as he watched you struggle from below. He laughed, deep in his chest before a groan fell from his swollen lips, eyes closing in pleasure with his mouth hung open.
You tried to scream beneath him palm, to try and wake the others, to call for help, for anything. But the hand at your mouth did not budge, and so the muffled sound of your cries fell on sedated ears. Tears prickled in your eyes from the pain as you tried to shake your head away from him, mouth opening.
You bit down on his palm.
Hard.
Ettore cursed, flinching as he pulled his hand away from your face, fist reeling back before it connected painfully into the side of your mouth.
You could taste blood. Coppery on your tongue, and you didn’t know if it was his or yours. Probably a mixture of the two. But your bite did not deter him, and his thrusts only became crueler, your body jolting beneath him as you felt wet beneath your hips.
How long had he been doing this?
How many times had he done this?
But the wet was not just from the man above you.
It also came from you.
Small sparks of pleasure wound its way up through your gut as he rutted into you in fervent, animalistic thrusts. Each one a sharp grunt or hiss falling from his lips. Each one, his tip bullying the soft and sponge spot within you. Each thrust winding the coil within tighter and tighter.
Ettore slapped your cheek, a small cry falling from your lips as you looked up at him, tears running down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly.
From the pain.
From the shock.
From the pleasure.
“Fuck you’re tight.” He growled, “Fucking dirty bitch.”
Another sob, mouth opened to cry out.
His lips pursed, and warmth sprayed across your face, the wet of his spit landing across cheeks and lips, hand coming to grab your jaw painfully as he squeezed, the joints protesting with pops as he continued, no doubt bruises to be seen in the morning.
Your walls fluttered around him, each snap of his hips grazing your swollen clit sending euphoria racing up your spine.
It was all too much.
“Look at you.” He sneered at you meanly, “Gonna cum on my cock aren’t you? Feel you tightening up. Fuck. So fucking disgusting. Asking for it. Always looking at me with those fucking eyes. Take it.”
It was a peel of words that continued to fall from his lips, his hips stuttering as his pace faltered.
He was near his end, and you were too.
With two hands, he wrapped them around your neck, leaning his weight down on it as he fucked into you, black spots blooming in your vision as he cut off both air and blood supply. You wheezed beneath him, thrashing against the restraints, hands in fists as they rubbed the skin raw.
You felt light, airy as you looked up at him, the lead of your limbs lifting with the lack of oxygen, the angle he fucked you in having changed, and each rut of his hips jabbed against your G-spot violently.
“Take it, you fucking cunt.” He growled, your eyes fluttering shut as you began to feel weightless, beginning to drift back to your sleep. A nice sleep. Comfortable one. Soft and warm and-
You came violently, a silent cry ripped from your throat, eyes shooting open as you looked up at the man who bit his bottom lip roughly, eyebrows knotted together as he fucked you through it.
The hands left your throat, gasp sucked into your lungs as you writhed beneath him, his thrusts pulling painful pleasure from you as his hips stuttered, one hand clawing at your hip, the other tugging your head back by your hair, exposing your neck to him.
Ettore came with a grunt, head dipping down to bite into the sensitive skin in the crux of your shoulder, teeth piercing the skin as you whimpered below him.
Hot ropes of his cum filled your walls, his thrusts stilling as you felt him throb within you, teeth still in your neck that he lapped at with his tongue, breathing hotly through his nose against the skin.
Another tear fell down your cheek as you lay beneath him, staring up at the cool, darkened grey of the ceiling. Pain and pleasure swirling around each other hotly in your core and gut, walls still fluttering around him from your own release.
You swallowed dryly, throat hoarse from where he choked you and wriggled beneath him, stirring his rest as he grunted into your neck, finally releasing the skin from his teeth. Small incisions and blooming bruise beginning to take its spot there, a dribble of blood leaking from where a crooked tooth pinched flesh between another.
He huffed above you as the world spun, slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered and half whined, feeling sensitive. Stinging pain and pleasure winding its way around your entrance.
Too much.
Ettore sat back on his haunches, cock softening in front of him as he looked down at you, fully naked. Your eyes roamed his body, muscular and lean all in one, watching you with lust filled eyes and hatred.
Another tear dripped down your cheek as his eyes roamed down your body, to the torn shorts he had ripped to the side, watching as his spend leaked out of you. His hand shot out, scooping fingers through your folds as you hissed, playing with his cum and smearing it into your folds and along your thighs.
Your heart pounded in your chest, nausea turning painfully in your stomach as he moved to loom over you, looking down at your tear streaked cheeks and the blood on your split lip, bits of his saliva dried on your face from where he had spat on you.
His lips pulled into a smirk, sticky fingers coming to smear themselves on your cheek as he pulled your shorts back into place, adjusting you roughly beneath him.
“Wasn’t too quick for you I hope.” He mocked, giving your face a rough tap before he stood, pulling on his pants and shirt as he looked down at you, chest heaving as you cried quietly, adrenaline pumping through you.
His eyebrows lifted on his face, grinning once he was dressed, grabbing your face in his hand and shaking it as he cooed at you.
“Good girl.” Another tap.
He left without another word, leaving you strapped to your bed, body aching and bruised as his cum leaked out of you, pooling wetly into the crotch of your shorts. You could still feel him inside you, thrusting atop you, his breath fanned in your ears.
You sucked in a steeling breath, shaking in the restraints, skin raw and bleeding in some places where you tugged too hard, pulled too violently as you shook beneath him, pleasure exploding within.
You didn't drift back to sleep, no matter how hard you tried, the sedative had worn off and adrenaline kept you alert.
You simply laid in your bunk, in your cell, surrounded by people who were none the wiser to your attack, sleeping soundly in their own restrained cots as your eyes stayed to the doorway, waiting for him to return.
Knowing that he would.
And not minding it either.
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Sevika and Vi, separately, with a very affectionate girlfriend please! Fem reader and in headcanon format perhaps? Thank you!
━ 𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐅
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Sevika ( separate )
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - slight angst, SUPER FLUFF, cursing, I think that's it
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this took so long!! thank you for requesting, ily and have an amazing day/night!!
REBLOGS NOTICED AND APPRECIATED!!
☆ 𝐕𝐈 ☆
Touch starved to the MAX, she's been in prison for how long? And even before that the only hugs she'd get were from Powder, and once in a while Vander, and that's just slightly awkward every time because neither of them are good at emotions
But then you appeared, she's not sure when exactly how you got there in the first place, or why you lingered, but you were there to stay and she just had to deal with it
And she did, in a very strange way
At first, when you meet her, she's taken aback, because instead of a 'hi' or a shake of the hands, you hugged her
You hugged her.
Then she's staring at you like you've just slapped her and you're all smiles and 'nice to meet you' not noticing the absolute gob smacked shock
You tend to stick with her, even as friends, her cocky and jokey nature just draws you towards her and even more so after you're dating
Kisses are obvious between you both, but you'll always give more
Vi likes when you catch her off guard whether it be randomly kissing her cheek while walking by, kissing her while laying in bed and she's not paying attention or little nose pecks while she's working out and you go sit with her
Kisses are always welcome, and she's glad to return them, Vi just kisses a lot harder and a lot more passionately than you do, it's the fact that you were her first kiss, and she hopes you'll be her only kiss
Vi also loves your hugs though, she can't pick between them and kisses
Melting into your arms the moment she walks through the door is the way she'd choose to die
You're just always there when Vi needs a hug, and sometimes you even give her one when she's not aware she needs one
Vi's making food? You're hugging her from behind
Sleeping? She'll wake up with you hugging her into your body
Walking down the road and she sees you? You're sprinting up and giving her a hug, even if you just seen her an hour before
Vi loves every. single. one.
Especially if she's upset, having you there and holding her, kissing her shoulders while you either sit in silence or talk back and forth
Loves every gift you affectionally bring her, and everything you create for her and surprise her with
Vi keeps everything, and she hides the fact that she hoards your gifts from you until you accidentally come across her collection of things you've brought her
It was adorable
Loves your little notes you'll leave her, even if they're a reminder, your little sign off hearts make her smile and sometimes she'll carry the notes around with her during the day
She keeps them in her pants pocket
Vi loves when you randomly grab her hand to hold it, her grasp is very tight and her hands are heavy, but you don't mind
The pads of her fingers are rough, unlike yours, and sometimes she'll pick yours up and compare them when you're sleeping
You love them and no matter where you are, you like to hold her hand and run your nails over her knuckles while she talks or watches you
Vi is soft, on the inside, but she's softer than a cloud
She's just insecure
Tracing over her scars while laying around, that one makes her tear up and she tries so hard to hide it
You always notice and you always make sure to hold her extra tight those nights and whisper how amazing she is
You tell her how lovely she makes your life, and how much she does for you, that you love her until death
Makes her cry more sometimes, but mostly with a smile while looking at you grinning back at her
Vi loves you so much, protects you no matter what
You're so sweet and soft with her, her only wish is that you never leave her side, it's her worst fear
☆ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ☆
Vi might be touch starved, but she's affectionate, tall scary lady though, that word isn't apart of her vocabulary nor her everyday life
That was until you met her, coming into her life as a new bartender that she didn't like
It wasn't that you were a bad person, she just found you annoying and too nice
Especially to her, with those annoyingly pretty eyes, your stupid smile and that dumb way you'd greet her every time you seen her
Fuck she really fell for you, and she fell hard
You never really officially started calling each other yours, well you did cause you love to remind her that she's the best girlfriend in the world, but Sevika just kinda took you home and then it became your home too
Like a stray cat
Sevika is silent most times, you are not silent all the time
She's an invisible blusher, especially when it comes to PDA, but not like when she's got you pretty and propped in her lap
It's the sweet kisses you give her when you run up to her in front of people she knows and tell her how much you love her
Kisses, Sevika's personal favorite, but she'll never say one out loud
Early mornings are her favorite, she'll always get up earlier than you but sometimes, just sometimes she doesn't have to
And Sevika will open her eyes to you pressing super soft kisses on her cheeks, you're not trying to wake her up, you only wanna love her
And she'll act annoyed, but she'd kill anyone that got between those moments
Loves to kiss you though just because she knows how affectionate you are and how much you adore when she initiates it
Does it while you're sitting with her, sometimes its on the forehead or the cheek, sometimes on the lips when you're not looking at her
But if you talk about it or bring it up she'll deny it and then refuse any kisses silently in protest
Loves your hugs cause you know how to surprise her
You'll hide around the corner to hug her, jump at her in public, sneak your arms around her waist while she's doing something
And your personal favorite, big spoon her while she's 'sleeping'
She's totally awake
Flusters up inside when you tell her how pretty she is, how much you love her and how amazing she is
But only on the inside
RARELY does she let it show on the outside RARELY but not never
Sevika just has a hard time taking your compliments when your head is on her lap and you're reminding her how much her eyes remind you of the prettiest things in the world
Doesn't know how to deal with it sometimes, like genuinely, she kind of shuts down and puts her hand on your face to tell you to be quiet while you cackle and wiggle her away
Sevika shows her ways of love differently, like smacking you with a pillow to get you to stop laughing, but it just makes you laugh harder
Sevika loves your giggles though, LOVES THEM
Even though she looks at you like she hasn't smiled in centuries
Then wacks you in your forehead with the blanket she's trying to lay down
Then when you guys lay down you'll latch yourself to her and again, she just takes it, she never outright says anything unless she's teasing you and making fun of you for your affectionate behavior
Silently accepts the fact that your gonna be strangling her in her sleep from how tight you hug her sometimes
Hates peeling you off of her in the mornings though
Hates it
She'd stay there forever if she truly could
A/n: my back hurts
#vi league of legends#vi x yn#arcane vi x reader#vi x reader#vi x y/n#vi arcane x reader#vi arcane#arcane x reader#arcane vi#sevika x reader#sevika x y/n#sevika arcane#arcane sevika#sevika#arcane x y/n#arcane x you
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Hii Mars
What shows/movies do you like? :D
SHOWS
DRAMA 🎭
breaking bad (starting BCS soon)
BEEF
minx
freaks and geeks
Fargo (1-4, season 5 was shit imo)
Bojack horseman
Cobra kai
xfiles
watchmen
REALITY 📹
hyperdrive
catfish
car restoration shows
home improvement shows (very picky abt these tho lmao)
true crime/mystery/forensic documentaries
human psychology documentaries
COMEDY 🗿
i think you should leave
trailer Park boys
aqua teen hunger force
30 rock
arrested development
King of the Hill
Futurama
the good place
parks and rec
the office
tuca and bertie
ANIMATED/OTHER 👶🏾
ed edd n eddy
Captain laserhawk
hey Arnold
rise tmnt
Craig of the Creek
Beavis and Butthead
ATLA (not TLOK sorry)
MOVIES
DRAMA 🎭
Short Term 12
Wildhood
The spectacular now
Super dark times
King Jack
stand by me
big fish
the truman show
THRILLER 💥
The Batman (2022)
Mad Max fury road
Drive
Chronicle
blade
everything everywhere all at once
venom
nightcrawler
baby driver
knives out
glass onion
Jurassic Park
prisoners
ANIMATION 👶🏾
spiderverse
monsters inc/u
Oliver & company
goofy movie/extremely goofy movie
emperor's new groove
treasure planet
Hercules
iron giant
entergalactic
HORROR 🩸
John Carpenter's Christine
Nope
Get Out
Us
Donnie Darko
the summer of 84
talk to me
the vvitch
hereditary
parasite
Jennifer's body
the omen
we need to talk about Kevin
Blair witch (1999)
10 Cloverfield Lane
SCIFI 🛸
Arrival
Interstellar
Akira
ex machina
blade runner 2043
annihilation
COMEDY 🃏
the nice guys
i love you man
bullet train
princess Bride
legally blonde
the house bunny
mean girls
there's probably so many I'm forgetting lol but here's a starter list
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Oh GOD the fiendish David Zaslav is rebooting Harry Potter with a new "extremely faithful" adaption of the seven books. J.K. TERFling is heavily involved, she's executive producing, and they've made a TEN-YEAR COMMITMENT already.
Five Rapid-Fire Thoughts I Had in Reaction to This News:
Fuck Zaslav. (Btw, did I mention that — after deleting half of HBO Max's original content — Zaslav has now announced a price hike to the newly christened "MAX" service? As if giving a shitload of money to the planet's most notable TERF wasn't enough fuckery. FUCK that fucking shitheel.)
See below.
3. All y'all who were like "Boycott Hogwart's Legacy or You're Automatically a Terrible Person" or whatever because Rowling was going to make like a 1% royalty off of that game had GODDAMN BETTER boycott HBO MAX (....uh, sorry, it's just "MAX" now, I keep forgetting bc that name sucks — "HBO MAX" wasn't all that good a name to begin with IMO, but now it's worse) from here on out. YES, I know it's harder to boycott an entire streaming service that may contain OTHER content you want, but c'mon now, just bootleg anything you want off MAX in the future. (I'll help! I will send you a link or whatever if you need assistance. Message me. It's cool.) Because this is going to make her SO MUCH MORE MONEY due to involving her FAR MORE DIRECTLY. FUCK. WHY. Why did they fucking do this.
4. There are so many things in the books that are either A) poorly explained workarounds for continuity/logic issues or B) extremely problematic that the movies were actually BETTER for ignoring them. Can't wait to see the scene where every single known Time-Turner gets accidentally broken shortly after Prisoner of Azkaban in order to ensure the characters can never use time travel to fix their problems again! SUPER excited for the plotline where Hermione has to learn that she's silly and wrong for trying to free slaves because the slaves are fucking happier being enslaved! OH BOY!
5. God, a ten-year production commitment UP FRONT. I hope they lose so much money on this stupid-ass project that they wind up dragging their feet to produce future seasons for so long that the contract runs out before they've gotten farther than like, the third novel, and then it just dies on the vine. Would be HILARIOUS.
#harry potter#wizarding world#fuck david zaslav#j.k. rowling#there's a reason her initials are “JK”#it's because her existence is a fucking joke#jk rowling#anti-jkr#hbo max#streaming services#fuck zaslav#david zaslav#hogwart's legacy
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Two in the Bush 5
Part 4
Eddie:
Doesn’t take care of his hair
Daddy issues
Hasn’t talked to dad in years
Billy:
Daddy issues
Never worked anywhere longer than a year
Anger issues
Doesn’t talk to sister
“I don’t get how we both have daddy issues but I have to reach out to my old man?”, Eddie groaned.
The two alphas had reconvened a few days later at the bar Billy worked at. It was 11 am, so it was basically empty. Eddie sat at the bar while Billy cleaned some glasses.
“Well, did your old man ever beat you black and blue?”, Billy asked.
“No, just made me help him steal cars”, Eddie answered. “Still a shitty guy though. He’s locked up not too far from here.”
“Then bleeding heart Stevie probably wants you to reconcile with the guy.”
Eddie groaned and dropped his head onto the bar. “He smelled good, didn’t he?”, he said, voice muffled.
“He smelled like mine”, Billy said.
That got Eddie to look up. “He smelled like mine.”
They glared at each other and were at a stalemate for a long moment. Another alpha was trying to move in on their omega. Their pregnant omega.
“What happens when we find out it’s mine?”, Billy asked. “Are you gonna bow out or are we gonna fight about it?”
“I’m not letting Steve go”, Eddie said. “Even if that pup’s not mine. What about you? You really just gonna leave him alone if the pup’s not yours?”
Billy didn’t like entertaining the thought that it might not be his. He wasn’t like, super gone on Steve or anything, but he hadn’t finished having fun with him yet. And there was no reason for an incoming baby to get in the way of that, he thought.
“It’s mine”, was all Billy said.
“Yeah, well, that’s neither here nor there. Steve made it clear. Work on ourselves or be banished from his loins for good. And contacting our estranged families seems like a good place to start.”
Steve had gone about a month without hearing anything from either alpha. Part of him was a little disappointed. But mostly this was what he had expected. It was hard to change and he didn’t think himself or his pup important enough to get them to do so. He didn’t need some half-assed help from some alpha. He had Robin to rub his back through his morning sickness.
He was currently lounging on the couch, feeling his belly. He couldn’t actually tell if he was showing yet or if that was just the crap ton of pasta he’d just eaten. He’s going to believe it’s his baby for now.
“It’s you, me, and Auntie Robin my lil jellybean”, he giggled to himself.
And that was when the doorbell rang. He got up and to his surprise, there was Billy and Steve. They both looked incredibly proud of themselves.
“Boom!”, Eddie held up a polaroid of himself sitting at a table with a man who looked a lot like him on the other side. “I’ve been visiting my dad in prison once a week.”
“And?”, Steve asked.
“He’s been working on his GED, actually”, Eddie said, stuffing the photo into his pocket. “He even apologized when he first saw me. For a lot of stuff.”
“And why are you here?”, Steve pointed the question to Billy.
“I took the photo.” He glared at Eddie when the other man nudged him without a hint of subtlety. “And uh, here”, he took out his own picture. In it, he and a young woman stared at the camera. Well, glowered was more like it. They didn’t look alike at all except for the identical scowls on their faces.
“Is that your stepsister?”, Steve asked.
“Yeah”, Billy said. “I tracked her down and found out she’s not too far from here. And that she’s kinda badass.”
Steve was taken aback. “You two…you’re really working on that list?”
“It’s for the pup”, Billy said.
“And you were right about the stuff on the list”, Eddie said. “I’m glad I gave my dad a chance. Feels better already than just remembering him as some asshole who never cared about me.”
“Max was surprisingly easy to talk to”, Billy admitted. “I thought she’d want nothing to do with me since our childhood, but she was like, almost happy to hear from me.”
Steve snickered. “You both looked miserable though.”
“Because this clown cracked some lame joke trying to get us to smile for the camera”, Billy shoved Eddie, almost knocking the other guy off of Steve’s porch.
Steve didn’t want to get his hopes up that he had two whole men willing to turn their lives around just for him. But his hormones didn’t get the message and tears began to prick his eyes. He sniffed, trying to hold them back and he appreciated neither of them pointing it out.
“Okay”, he nodded. “Okay. Um, do you guys wanna come in? Robin will be back soon and we’re gonna plan the shower.”
The way they clambered inside was like seeing two excited little puppies and Steve had the dawning realization that he didn’t want to lose either of them. But this pup only had one father. And he knew he couldn’t ask the other to hang around and help raise a child that wasn’t his. But for now, as the four of them (five really) sat around the kitchen and figured out the baby shower, he could dream.
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