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Sherlolly prompts that have been filled as of 12/1/22

A quick reminder - even though these prompts have been filled, please feel free to fill them again.  The more the merrier!

Authors and artists have filled fifty-three different prompts - some multiple times - all of which are listed below under the “Keep Reading”.

1) Art prompt:  (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking)  Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles".  Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat.  -  @sunken-standard  (Prompt fill - Sherlolly // Sixteen Candles by @simplyshelbs16xoxo) (Prompt fill – Sixteen Scandals by artbylexie, commissioned and submitted by @mizjoely) (Prompt Fill – Birthday Party in the Morgue by @dragonnan)

2) “We had chips. She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD. What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH: A kick to Tom’s butt. Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH. Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom. Molly the best man’s date. A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments. Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early). Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time). A real proposal to Molly. Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding. Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities. No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly. Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive! Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down). John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women. Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too. The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer. Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money. Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing. Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined. And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset. The End. Please note, some things can obviously be modified. -  @mychakk  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

3) AU: Molly runs away from home when her parents try to arrange a marriage for her. She wants to pursue a life that involves science and marry for love if she ever gets married at all. She meets Sherlock, who is being pressured by his family to marry a nice girl they found for him who loves science as much as he does. It will be interesting when they figure it out. -  @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill - Uncertain Terms by @geekmama)

4) Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. -  @escaily  (Prompt fill – Like Night and Day by afteriwake)

5) Rock Royalty AU.  That AU in which Mary drags Molly into an edgy rock concert of her favorite band “Baker Street Boys” even though everybody and their mother knows that indie acoustics and hippie music is Molly’s thing.  Enter Sherlock Holmes lead band member, (the type of Rock Star that sings ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ while high as a kite) famous for his electric violin solos, addict past and cold attitude.  He tries deducing the girl less likely to throw herself at him out of all the fans and finding that one concert goer who doesn’t get turned on by his music. Turns out that Molly the ‘I-said-I’m-not-a-groupie’ pathologist in training is actually an interesting girl when she’s not covering her ears, even if Sherlock needs to educate her on the finger points of violin appreciation.  Basically a fic where the Rockstar wants to turn this hater into a fan but actually ends up falling for her instead.  -  @escaily (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @welcometothelosingside)

6) The Do Over/ Time Travel Sherlolly fic that I NEED.  Let’s pretend that a destroyed Molly went to sleep the night of the infamous phone call wishing she could do it all over again, and overnight she wakes up back in Season 1 first ep.  If you could get a do over, erase all the bad things that have ever happened with the person you’ve always loved, even if it meant never having the good, would you do it? Especially if said person just broke your trust over the phone.  The moment with the riding crop, all the late nights at the morgue, chose to avoid that awful Christmas party (showed up with a boring date), change shifts the day ‘Jim from IT’ asked her out and not offer her help when Sherlock needed to fake his death.  Of course, fate still keeps throwing her together with Sherlock no matter what she tries.  “You’re not MY Sherlock, you wouldn’t understand,” she whispered at last.  “And what did your version of me have that I don’t?” “Many things, I know you think you can’t be a better person, but my Sherlock was.”  Or something around those lines where slightly-younger Sherlock feels jealous of TFP Sherlock, because in any version of history Sherlock will always end up falling in love with Molly and she’s already so attuned to his quirks that he resents the ‘other him’ for having so much time with her.  -  @escaily (Prompt fill – In a Time Lapse by @aloneiswhatihave1895 (katybaggins))

7) Spy AU : “Your agency and my agency are constantly competing and why do you keep taking over my missions?” -  @noregretsnoteasnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – At The Risk Of Falling (Off Roofs) by @lyssisbored)

8) Royalty AU : “We’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice.” -   @mousedetective (Prompt fill – I Feel Strange by @mizjoely)

9) Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays. (A fanart answer for this prompt would also be awesome!) -  @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties (Prompt fill - A Soul Captured on Canvas by @mizjoely) (Prompt Fill – A Favorite Model by @theresadunn)

10) Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” - “so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.” - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Say It With Flowers by @mizjoely)

11) Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion -  The Silent Fangirl  (Prompt fill - Doctorin’ the TARDIS by @darnedchild) (Prompt fill – A New Man by @lunaflowerlight) (Prompt fill – Molly Hooper, Travelling Companion by @mizjoely)

12) A Sherlolly version of “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Sherlock gets to see what his loved ones’ lives would be like if he never existed, realizing the positive impact he had on them when he was alive.  -  @simplyshelbs16xoxo  (Prompt fill - Strange, Isn’t It? by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

13) Something similar to “The Ransom of Red Chief”, only in this version the kidnappers have figured out that Molly Hooper is a pressure point for Sherlock Holmes.  They take her captive, intending to blackmail Sherlock or hold Molly for ransom; but Molly Hooper is having none of that nonsense.  While Sherlock works to save her, Molly finds ways to torment, injure, and outwit her captors.  Whether she escapes on her own, finds a way to let Sherlock and John know where she’s at, or ends up driving her kidnappers crazy to the point that they give up and send her back is up to the author.  Could go humorous or dark very easily. – Anonymous  (Prompt fill – Self-Rescuing Princess by @darnedchild and The Return of the Self-Rescuing Princess by @darnedchild)

14) Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag.  - @darnedchild  (Prompt fill – And Then There Were Two by @mizjoely)

15) Christmas - I would also look for England-specific things too – Christmas crackers, puddings, panto, wassail.  - @gettingovergreta  (Prompt fill – Make A List, Check it Twice by @mizjoely)

16) Valentine’s - Sherlolly Valentine’s … Sherlock requisitions a heart from Bart’s. Molly thinks nothing of it, it’s not unusual for him to … obtain body parts. What is unusual is what follows when he invites her to 221B that night … (post-ILY)  -  Anonymous (Prompt fill - Have A Heart by @mizjoely)

17) To cover her butt during New Year’s Eurus lies and tells mummy that Sherlock has a wife, and Mycroft borrows her ‘Sherlock’s wife’ excuse whenever he wants to avoid sticky topics during holidays. The lie gets bigger the more Sherlock avoids family meetings. Until December when Sherlock finds out he’s married to a forensic (E), sex addicted(E), petite (E), intelligent (M), very forgiving (M) paragon of virtue (M). Now he needs to find a stranger that fits the description before Christmas.  - @escaily  (Prompt fill – Wait, What Just Happened? by @mizjoely and Let’s Meet the Family, Shall We? By @mizjoely and You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by @mizjoely)

18) Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge”  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt fill - Water Under The Bridge by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

19) Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through”  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt fill - And I’ll See It Through by @darnedchild)

20) Song Fic:  … I’ve got a quote from a song.  ��You only know you love her when you let her go.”  (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”)  -  @flowerstar5  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

21) Song Fic: Angst.  Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”.  Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out.  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Waterloo by @mizjoely)

22) Molly’s school reunion – Sherlock assumes he’ll be needed to help Molly show everyone up.  The catch:  Molly’s been a beloved peer, so it’s him who gets the obligatory “you hurt her, we’ll end you”. :)  -  @mychakk  (Prompt fill - The Time “We’ll End You” Started Things by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill - The Detective, the Pathologist, and the Prompt - Chapter 32: We’re Watching You by @writingwife-83)

23) Sherlock sees a woman on the street.  Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her.  - @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - Following Her by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr Post by @monemenges)

24) Molly loves wearing Sherlock’s house robes.  -  @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - A Seminal Moment by @geekmama)   (Prompt fill – Dis Robe by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – His Favorite by @writingwife83)

25) Molly has a piece of body piercing jewelry or a tattoo located somewhere that surprises and titillates Sherlock.  - @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - Stainless, Captive Bead, 11mm, 14 Gauge. by @sunken-standard)  (Prompt fill – Took You Long Enough! by @mizjoely)

26) Molly commits suicide, but only Sherlock thinks she didn’t.  He may not be wrong.  -  The Silent Fangirl (Prompt fill – Another Day, Another Faked Death by @mizjoely)

27) Fluff.  Molly has been hospitalized for whatever reason.  She decides that she is feeling better and just wants to go home. However, the hospital does not want to release her yet.  So Molly decides to leave AMA (against medical advice).  She feels she can recover at home just as well and also she is eager to get back to work. Besides, who is going to know?  This is something someone might expect from Sherlock, but not Molly.  How long before he finds out?  What is his reaction?  - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Home by @englandsgray)

28) Angst.  Molly discovers she is pregnant and is not happy about it.  Although she would love to have a baby at some point, right now is not the time.  She and Sherlock do not have a commitment and her career is going well.  She plans to terminate the pregnancy.  Sherlock finds out and tries to stop her.  He please with her to change her mind, marry him and be a family.  Is this just a control tactic or does he really love her?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

29) Molly discovers there is Sherlock Holmes RPF (Real Person Fiction) on the internet.  She’s shocked to find that someone called Sherlolly4vr74 has been writing fic about her and Sherlock, and they seem to have a dedicated fan base.  Some of the stories are very sweet and romantic, some of them are hot enough to give her NSFW ideas.  Who is Sherlolly4vr74 (Is it Anderson?  Mrs Hudson?  Mary?  John? I bet it’s John.) and is Sherlock aware of the stories?  -  @darnedchild (Prompt fill - This Love…is sweeter than fiction by @escaily) (Prompt fill – The Original Shipper by @JacobandEvie)

30) Eurus has been known to put on a persona and disguise to get close to people for information – she was Faith for Sherlock, E and the psychiatrist for John.  What if she had also spent some time around Molly prior to the events at Sherrinford?  What information would she have gleaned about her brother and his pathologist?  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt Fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @mollyhooopers)

31) Can they be R rated. Because I feel Sherlock would not muck about, with telling Molly what he would like to do to her, he would not use cute little names for all her female parts and would go into great detail, like all his cases. She would be his very serious case. Yes he would most defiantly do a lot of research on pleasing her. Write it however you are most comfortable with.  -  @oliverfel4  (Prompt Fill – Be Prepared by @mizjoely and @asteraceae-blue)

32) Sherlock and Molly are getting married!  It’s time to work on the guest list for the wedding, and suddenly they are faced with the question—Do they let Euros come, or not?  -  @celticmoonbeam (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post by @theresadunn)

33) Shipwrecked Sherlolly—Sherlock saves Molly from drowning.  -  Anonymous  (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post (TBC?) by @mizjoely)

34) Euros leads Sherlock to believe that he failed, and Molly was killed after the ILY scene. Much angst ensues as he blames himself for her loss … but then we get to see the happy reunion scene when he learns she’s alive.  - Anonymous  (Prompt fill – Part 1 by @welcometothelosingside and Part 2 by @welcometothelosingside) (Prompt fill – Unsaid by @writingwife83)

35) Mary as matchmaker.  At John and Mary’s wedding, Mary feels a little sad when they leave him alone to go dance (“What about you?”).  She decides to make it her mission to help Sherlock find a girl so he’s not alone anymore.  And this former agent has no trouble figuring out the potential between Sherlock and a certain Molly Hooper … (Up to you whether or not you want to throw in a Janine segue before she decides to set him up with Molly.  And feel free to cover Sherlock being shot!) -  @celticmoonbeam  (Prompt fill – The One Where Mary Gets Involved by @keeptheotherone)

36) Molly discovers she’s pregnant with Sherlock’s child at the worst possible time:  while she’s with his parents, being hidden away, and the two are pretending to be just friends.  Bonus if they figure it out before they’re told! -  @ noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post by @welcometothelosingside) (Prompt fill - The Right Way, the Wrong Way and the Holmes Way by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – Hide and Seek by @rainbow—letters)

37) After the events of TFP, Molly and Sherlock get closer. Suddenly, though, he pulls away and starts flirting with a coworker of hers, sometimes blatantly in front of her. It isn’t until an event at Barts that the truth comes out that it was all for a case.  -  @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – Tell Her About It by @mizjoely)

38) Sherlock moves in with Molly and begins perusing her book collection, picking up random books that have interesting looking covers, and the next thing Molly knows he’s turned into a fantasy buff.  - @ noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Stories & Stories by SimplyShelbs16xoxo)

39) Molly, unbeknownst to Sherlock, suffers from psoriasis since her teen years. This is why she’s been adamant about being more physically intimate with him, no matter how much she wants to. Fortunately for her, Sherlock doesn’t care about it at all. Could be a hard T or M rating. Loosely inspired by Loo’s own bout with the disease.  -  @violetjersey  (Prompt fill - #Balm by @hobbitsdoitbetter)

40) I have read this in one or two fics, but not really developed as a main theme of the story … so: What if Rosie wants to pair John and Molly?  How will Sherlock react and … how will he convince Rosie that Molly is for him and not for John.  I’m imagining some angst in the middle because the silly man thinks this is a wonderful idea:  Rosie gets a mummy and Molly gets a family.  In fact, Sherlock sets up a date between Molly and John while he’s babysitting Rosie.  - @kalkopyryt  (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @theemptyquarto)   (Prompt fill - Destiny and the Detective by @theemptyquarto)

41) Some strange guy is bothering Molly, so she tells him that Sherlock is her fiance in order to make him stop. To her surprise, Sherlock goes along with it. Maybe he goes even further by announcing it to family and friends. Now what does Molly do?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill – Boyfriend Material by @darnedchild)

42) Hmmm… Molly is actually very cunning (I think she is indeed canonically), she uses her doe eyes, throaty voice, and innocent smile to get away with everything. So many people fall for her tactics, Sherlock is one of them, although he has more control than the others.  -  Anonymous (Prompt fill – Behind Doe Eyes by @mizjoely)

43) For those who have OTPs in other fandoms, imagine Sherlolly in the same situation another OTP of yours was in canon. Just because I’m curious.  -  @mousedetective (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr Post by @lunaflowerlight)

44) Post Tom/Molly break-up (pre- or post-HLV), Molly says to Sherlock “Just when I got used to feeling wanted, he took that feeling back. Like it wasn’t mine to have. Like he gave it to me by accident.“ - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – I’m Put to Mind of All That I Wanna Be by @ukthxbye)

45) The best feeling in the world is kissing someone for the first time when you’ve really wanted to kiss them for a long time.  (No credit given) - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – The Best Feeling In The World by @mizjoely)

46) Fluff and Smut : After enjoying some sexy time with molly, Sherlock goes out to deal with a sudden case.  Unfortunately, he forgot to untie Molly from the bed.  Oops! - @shadowygueenbeard  (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr Post by @elennemigo) (Prompt fill – The Escape Artist by @mychakk)

47) A Sherlolly + Warstan double date, where Sherlolly can either be established or not!  Bonus if Mary ships it extra hard.  😉  Thank you! -  @forthegenuine  (Prompt fill – Fibber McHolmes and Molly by @mizjoely)

48) Post TFP, Sherlock moves in with Molly while waiting for 221b to be repaired.  He experiences some PTSD and Molly helps him work through it. -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill – Adrift by @englandsgray)

49) Fluff, little bit of Angst, maybe Smut : A few too many drinks and a poor sense of direction lead to Molly getting lost. She only stepped outside to clear her head, so she didn’t bring her purse or phone. After wandering around an unfamiliar area, she eventually falls asleep in a backyard or public park. A worried Sherlock goes to find her.  -   @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - My Hero by @mizjoely)

50) Fluff, maybe smut : Molly gets a pedicure.  Sherlock discovers he has a bit of a foot fetish.  -  @shadowyqueenbeard   (Prompt fill – A Shoe In by @lilsherlockian1975)

51) “What do you mean it’s a tracking device?!”  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Keeping Track by @mizjoely)

52) Sherlock and Molly announce their engagement. Mycroft, for reasons of his own, offers Molly a large sum of money to break up with Sherlock. Molly is shocked. Sherlock is furious.  - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - The One Where Mycroft Offers Molly Money to Leave Sherlock by @mizjoely)

53) A strange woman shows up at 221B claiming to be Sherlock’s wife.  Is it true?  Did Sherlock delete her from his mind palace?  Or is she a delusional fan?  Or maybe it’s a scam to extort money from him?  Sherlock needs to find some answers. - @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill – There For You by @englandsgray)

[vantaeskookies]

Yes, I'm standing up for my homeboy Teh and giving my opinion on IPYTM EP.2 things

Look, I know absolutely nothing about what makes a piece of media good but this episode KILLED me. The previous episode was fine, okay, a great start to the series, but it didn't stand out to me.

IPYTM ep2 just about hit me and dragged me through the mud, to put it in a way. I don't know if that's what makes a TV show great, but it definitely made it amazing for me.

I am terrible at words most of the time, so I'll try to put it as best as I can,

Teh is, for one, a Really Stupid Person. But get this. He's Just Like Me. Okay, maybe this is another case of me loving something because I can deeply relate to it, but COME ON. From my point of view, it just makes so much sense. I understand every single thing he's feeling, I swear. I know why he did what he did, why he said what he said. And yes, he treated people terribly and came out all self-centered and mean and it was, I'm not denying it. No matter how much he explains to Oh-Aew his insecurities, he still behaved like an asshole been there, done that. But it makes so much sense. It's another facet of the Teh we met in ITSAY, that arguably immature and at times selfish (I don't know if that's the word I'm looking for, really) teenager that held a grudge against his once best friend because he felt like he stole his thing, which was acting. That same guy who got increasingly stressed over his best friend/crush not loving him enough. Let's not forget that Teh did lose Oh-Aew once -even though it was his fault from the beginning- and his father even died. No wonder he's afraid of being left alone in his fight. Add to that the fact that his entire life has been about proving himself to others, after growing up as his brother's shadow and with his then rival's image in the back of his mind.

From what I can tell from this episode, it seems that he knows his fight is difficult and that his chances of failing are bigger than the other option, and he had Oh-Aew by his side, but now he doesn't anymore. So now his whole world is crumbling down. Will Oh-Aew leave him again? If Oh-Aew didn't fight as hard to follow his dream, will he fight for their relationship in the future? Will Teh be left alone once again, hating Oh-Aew the way he did back then? It's unfair! Now Khim seems to give up too! Everything's going badly!

Teh doesn't seem like the kind of person to doubt himself, but he definitely seems to panic whenever things don't go the way he planned them. He had it all already pictured, and now it's gone. If the one thing he thought would never change -his and Oh-Aew's acting careers, which was the beginning of EVERYTHING, looking back on it-, already changed, what are the odds that Oh-Aew won't stop loving him suddenly? What are the odds of him never living up to his own expectations, both in his career and life in general?

It's so fucked up... so human.

Don't get me wrong, I think that sooner or later Teh has to change his behavior otherwise he might really end up alone personal experience things. If he keeps making the same damn mistakes, I will punch a hole through my computer screen, as I was about to throughout the whole damn episode.

But now that my Teh Best Character rant is over (I AM aware of the fact that I'm just praising myself if I say we're the same, but shhh), let's just a tiny bit about the episode!

As I said, I have no idea what makes a good piece of media, but this episode was the biggest roller coaster of emotions I've felt in a while (see: ITSAY ep.3 and 4), and that, to me, makes it great. The acting was top-notch, seriously. The scenes of them arguing are not anything I was thriving to see -because conflict stresses me- but I was shocked by how heart-wrenching they were. And each time I cried a little, not gonna lie.

Now, CAN WE TALK about PP for a minute? And Oh-Aew? First of all, never in my life did I expect for them to touch on this subject of Oh-Aew being more 'feminine' as they said. I saw another post talking about it really well so I'm not about to elaborate on a subject that would only get me tangled in my own words, but I just wanna say that I felt so hard for Oh-Aew at that moment. I think it was mainly to show how he doesn't fit in the acting industry, but it's still a statement on how that same industry and, let's be honest, the rest of the world looks down on not traditionally masculine guys. And PP did a superb job in these scenes. 10/10 definitely cried my eyes out.

I already talked my shit on Teh so I just wanna say, there's a reason why Billkin was named best actor! He kills it every. single. time. Where's his oscar??? I didn't think he could get even better than in ITSAY but here we are.

Now on the actual episode, I loved it. The last scene is the most direct foreshadowing I've ever witnessed so I am scared but putting that aside, I think this might've become my second favorite episode of the whole series (ITSAY ep.3 is another level of keyboard smash).

I really don't know what's to come. I'm afraid. I don't know if I should trust Jai and Q or if I should quietly drag Teh and Oh the fuck away from them. Q is a sweetheart for all I know but I don't trust pretty boys with painted nails! And Jai has been sus since the beginning, not once did he say or do anything to make me like him, to be honest.

I just hope that whatever shit Teh and Oh-Aew go through in the next episode, it won't be Teh's fault because it would mean he lost that single braincell of his side comment I know that jealousy is toxic and we don't want that but I'd love to see jealous Oh and Teh again asdfgbxvbdfgzxcv. I mean I know Oh-Aew's perfect and all but he CAN make a mistake once in a while too, you know?

That's all. Head's now empty. I don't ever want to think about this episode and show for another week. I need my sanity.

[havingastroke24-7]

y/n walked into the room, their h/c h/l hair shining beautifully in the autumn sunset as they strut down the stairs in their f/c dress. f/n cheered them on as bad boy Carter stared at them from across the beautifully decorated hall, y/n dazzling as the music blared loudly. "y/n! you made it." carter ran up to them, excited to see his crush at the ball. "y-y-y-y-y-yes i-i-i-i-i-i d-d-d-d-di-d!" y/n stuttered a bit, blushing.

"EXCUSE ME?! CARTER YOU CANT POSSIBLY BE TALKING TO THIS SCUM OF A GIRL. COME ON, WERE GOING TO HANG OUT WITH DEREK AND HIS FRIENDS!" veronica snarled at y/n as she cowered in fear and hid behind carter. "SHE IS NOT SCUM, SHE IS WONDERFUL AND AMAZING AND I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAYS! GO SUCK A LEMON!" carter held y/n close at she cried and shook from fear.

"UGH! HOW DARE YOU! I WILL TELL MY FATHER ABOUT THIS!" veronica began to storm off before turning back around and shoving carter out of the way to get to y/n, "and by the way, you and your little friend are so fake. i can tell. you arent fooling anyone. besides, whats her name? f/n? she totally hates you, you can see it in the way she does her lipstick. tootles!" veronica began to walk off, but y/n was seething with hatred.

"YOU COME UP TO ME, INSULT ME, INSULT CARTER, AND WORST OF ALL INSULT MY BEST FRIEND?! I DONT THINK SO, YOU PLASTIC, BARBIE DOLL, SPARKLY PINK PRINCESS!" y/ns hair began to flow in the wind, which hadnt appeared until now. carter saw her eyes glowing a bright bright cyan blue color, and she began to levitate off the ground.

"NOBODY TALKS ABOUT MY BEST FRIEND LIKE THAT!" y/n blasted veronica away with a powerful blast of water out of her hands, effectively killing her and sending her body somewhere far off into the setting sun with a high-pitched scream.

everybody else at the party ran and hid, but not carter or f/n. they ran up to her as she gently floated back down to the ground and fainted. carter carried y/n to his house because it was closer and what are cars of phones or 911? lmao. f/n followed to ensure y/ns safety, because while carter was nice now he did used to bully the both of them and she didnt quite trust him yet.

y/n woke up on a bed that wasnt hers in a room that wasnt hers, surrounded by carter and f/n both with worried looks on their faces. "y/n! youre awake!" f/n shouted, quickly embracing y/n in a tight hug. "well dont crush her! we dont know if shes injured..." carter walked over and held y/ns hand, "are you okay? what was that back there?" "i-i-i.... i-i- d-d-d-dont kn-kn-kn-know........." y/n stuttered, her voice breaking as she tried to recall teh events of the last hour.

"i-i-i dont f-f-feel h-h-hurt......... d-d-do i l-look h-h-h-h-hurt?" carter looked her over, blushing at how beautiful she looked, "umm... no... so thats uh... thats good..." "i didnt think shed be hurt, i wasnt when i did that." f/n smirked over at the two. "Wh-w-w-w-when you w-w-what??" y/n made eye contact with her friend, who semed to know what was happening. "i figured your mom would have told you by now but, youre one of the 4 chosen elements. i am too. i like to think its fate we found eachother." carter and y/n stared at her in shock, jaws dropped to the floor.

"y-y-y-you mean i-i-i-im l-l-like magical?" "yeah, or whatever. looks like youve got water powers. ive got fire." "a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and n-n-n-n-n--n-n-nobody ever t-t-t-t-t-t-t-told m-m-m-m-m-me?" "i figured your mom might've! but i guess you are only 14... this isnt supposed to happen until were 16, but mine happened just a couple months ago and im only 14 too." "what? this just sounds like puberty or whatever..." carter said, somewhat disgusted. "shut up normie lmao get wrecked + L + ratio + ur moms dead." f/n retaliated, and carter ran out of the room in tears. "f-f-f-f-f-f/n! that was a l-l-l-l-little m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mean w-w-w-w-wasnt i-it?!"

"nah, he'll be fine. tough guy. anyway, how do you feel?" "c-c-c-cold....." "hmm... i guess that makes sense. i was really hot after my outburst, like fire, so i guess it makes sense that water is cold." "i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i m-m-m-mean i-i-i g-guess... s-s-so wait, m-m-my m-m-m-m-m-mom knows about t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-this? should i c-c-c-c-call her or s-s-s-s-s-s-something?" "probably." f/n walked over to the other side of the room, where y/ns f/c bag was, and pulled out her phone

"t-t-t-thanks f/n... what w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-would i do without you?" "suffer, probably." f/n tossed y/ns phone to her. "s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s--s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s--s-s-s-s-s-s-s--s-s-s-s-shut up..." y/n dialed her moms number and waited for her to pick up. "hello sweetie! hows that party you went to? it sounds awful quiet." y/ns mom said. "a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-actually.... im not at the party........... apperently im a magical girl with water powers and we found out while we were there........" "oh, dear........ i didnt think you were old enough to get your powers yet!" y/ns mom shuffled around to get her shoes on, "where are you? im coming to pick you up." "i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-im at carters house....... he lives at (address lol)......"

"Okay, im on my way. try to stay calm until i get there, okay? "o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-okay....." "so shes coming?" f/n sat on the bed next to y/n as she hung up the phone and put it on the bed next to her. "y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah....... she should be here soon, i dont live ery far away......." "well thats good, youll probably feel better once youre in familliar surroundings." "y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah... youre probably right." y/n watched as f/n pulled a pack of gummy bears out of their dress pocket, "you want one?" they said as they popped one into their mouth. "s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sure..." y/n took a couple gummy bears and ate them herself as she waited for her mom to pick her up.

"im almost out... i need to get some more." f/n said as she closed up the bag and shoved it back into their pocket. suddenly there was a knock at the door, and y/n knew it was her mom. she gathered her phone and her bag and went out to greet her. "hello sweetie, are you okay?! you arent hurt, are you?! hungry, tired?!" y/ns mom ushered as she ran over and grabbed her daughters face in her hands. "m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mom im fine... just a little stressed." y/n gently pushed her mothers hands off of her and walked a little closer to the door, "i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-im ready to go though. i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i wanna be back at home..." "of course darling. bye f/n, bye carter! you two are so sweet for making sure my daughter was alright, thank you." "y-y-y-y-y-yeah, thanks guys." "of course y/n, youre my bestie! i cant let you get hurt!" f/n smiled brightly. "right. hope you get better, y/n..." carter rubbed the back of his neck. as y/n and her mom left the house they heard f/n elbow carter in the side and say, "shes not sick, dingus!"

[ninety-eightpointsix]

Dirk and Daphne (Dragon’s Lair) had 8 sons and 5 daughters, so overall, a lucky baker’s dozen of 13 kids. Or that’s what I’m lead to believe by this concept art... in typical Don Bluth fashion there’s a different number of kids in every shot, including 9 boys and 3 girls, as well as 6 of each... so? 12-13 kids?

The Scotsman and his wife (Samurai Jack) have 28 daughters.

But now, Gadget Hackwrench has blown both couples out of the water. Zipper and her have now possibly had the most canon sex of any fictional characters in history. Even counting hentai. Weighing in at 42 children, you could estimate how many ‘tries’ it takes per kid or something; but even at an ultra-conservative 42 times total, they still beat out everyone I can think of. This is the most unexpected and quite frankly, disgusting development to happen this year.

The writer, Ryan Broderick, is currently pushing the narrative that the only people mad are 4channers. And using it as some sort of viral add campaign, which I’m unironically falling for. Well, I don’t use 4chan, and I don’t want to fuck Gadget... she always seemed like just an off-brand April, anyway. The main problem is he legitimately FUBAR’d her character just to trick people into hate-watching the movie. Which is also a disturbing trend in Disney movies lately, they don’t care why you watch, only that you do-- but that’s a rant for some other time. I kinda wish someone had warned me, so I could just not... watch it. But the internet told me the Ugly Sonic scenes were teh best evar and... I really am that gullible, apparently?

So now Gadget has a bitchy personality where her one joke is telling Chip to shut up in “creative” ways? Is that some sort of joke about them sharing a voice actress? Which doesn't really apply in the movie? Of course, that’s when she even has a personality, while the male characters have multi-tiered depth, she actually stares off in a random direction and says “I guess my character and I act exactly the same” or something. There’s no reference to her evil twin, Lahwhinie, which could have gone any number of ways. Were they both played by Gadget Parent Trap style? Did Gadget just happen to have a sister who always wanted to be on the show, and “Gadget Goes Hawaiian” was her big break (or it would have been if the show hadn’t been cancelled)? Was her sister actually evil, and replaced her at some point, and half those kids were hers? Good job at caring so little.

The most(?) egregious part is that he seems to be perfectly capable of writing female characters, like Detective Ellie Steckler. I mean, that’s it. She’s the only female who does anything in the movie. Gadget could be replaced by a sexy-drone (if you’re familiar with the sexy lamp trope) and aside from not pissing everybody off, the plot of the movie wouldn’t change. The most egregious part about the whole Gadget situation... obviously the tasteless Peter Pan thing is much worse by a few orders of magnitude.

[ducktracy]

188. porky’s poppa (1938)

release date: january 15th, 1938

series: looney tunes

director: bob clampett

starring: mel blanc (porky, porky’s poppa, narrator), bob clampett (duck)

it’s safe to say that 1938 was porky’s best year. speaking in terms of solo cartoons, that is. his cartoons were genuinely funny, stimulating, and he looked great appearance wise. 1939 the porky burnout started, and he was slowly reduced to a smiling stock character whose adversaries and costars were much more alive than he was.

as daffy (and later bugs) rose to popularity, porky slipped into the sidekick role, paired primarily with the duck. with that said, the porky/daffy cartoons are some of the funniest around, and i firmly believe the best cartoons for the both of them are the ones where they’re paired together—with a few exceptions, of course.

however, let’s not get ahead of ourselves: a great year of pig stardom awaits. porky’s father, who made a few appearances during the joe dougherty era, makes his final return. in a story that has loose similarities to the premise of porky’s railroad, porky struggles to convince his father that their cow, bessie, is a much better fit for the farm than the newfangled mechanical cow his father has his eyes on.

the introduction is one of the funniest aspects of the cartoon itself. a hand erases the title credits, scrawled on a blackboard, and fills in “PORKY’S POPPA... HAS A FARM”, mirroring the underscore of “old macdonald” (with substitute lyrics) below it.

a layout of the farm cuts to our pint-sized hero, grinning at the camera as the vocals sing “...and on this farm he had a pig: porky pig, you know.” bobe cannon animates porky struggling to sing along with the lyrics, his “oh buh-beh-boy!”s lagging with the beat. the music halts just in time for porky to pump his fists in frustration, not stuttering once as he grumbles “oh, skip it!”

repeatedly cutting back to the layout of the farm in conjunction with the lyrics is practically a gag within itself. the song grows increasingly absurd, with a goose honking horns, a cow showing off her legs as the vocals sing “with a little calf here, with a little calf there...”, struggling to keep up with the rapid pace of the song. bob clampett lends his own voice to a random duck (no relation to daffy!), following a hand pointing at certain areas of the farm and quacking (”with a little quack here, with a little quack there...”) 

finally, the duck in his psuedo-donald duck voice instructs “EVERYBODY SING!”, complete with some fun and unique typography. the entire song falls to pieces--before, the cutting back to the farm’s layout added an incongruous feeling of calm to balance out the wacky antics of the animals and the song. now, everything happens at once. the duck zips across the screen in a quacking frenzy, the mother cow shows off her baby calves, thrusting them to the beat of the music, the goose is a one man band of assorted horns, etc. blissful chaos.

things slow down as we cut back to porky, who smugly whips out a phonograph behind his back. the record is just him saying “oh boy!”, playing correctly to the beat of the music. he’s got this song number figured out... or does he?

even technology can’t conceal his stutter. the record begins to skip, mimicking the sound of his stutter, and porky smashes the phonograph to pieces as he slams it against the ground. the wordless yet furious stare he gives the audience as the dying record croaks out a distorted “oooooooh..... boooooooooy....” is nothing short of priceless. though he didn’t say a word himself during this scene, his motives, thoughts, and emotions are clearly visible. you can FEEL his pride at his solution, as well of the subsequent fury of his solution blowing up in his face. a wonderful end to a hilarious song sequence. 

“but on his farm, he has a mortgage... woe, oh woe, oh woe!” the score turns in to a mournful, minor key dirge, with anthropomorphic mortgage papers posing proudly on the farm. some very clever posing and metaphorical play as we fade to porky’s dad, moping around on the farm, the mortgage aligning with his silhouette and becoming a physical weight on his back. more playing with typography as the narrator reads aloud the words on the screen:

this is a parody of the march of time, a radio program who would often announce the death of a notorious person by declaring “and so, today, as it must to all men, death came to [name], [age].” even without the context, the gag is rather amusing, bringing a different change of pace to the cartoon with the addition of a narrator and the typography. knowing the source of the gag makes it hit just the right spot.

porky’s dad mutters about ruination, how he has no milk and no money, etc. mel blanc does a fine job of mimicking joe dougherty, maintaining the stutter and the low voice--in the dougherty cartoons, porky’s father was just dougherty’s natural speaking voice, whereas porky was sped up considerably. you can hear both at once here for comparison. 

we pan over to the cause of one of these stresses: their cow, bessie, has been quarantined (how timely!) for “hoof ‘n mouth trouble”, a play on hand-foot-and-mouth disease. clampett opts to take things just a step further--we truck inside the stall to see bessie posing for the camera, grinning with her foot INSIDE her mouth, batting her eyelashes and all. the “bull bontana” (bull montana) poster  plastered inside of her stall is a clever touch. 

after seeing that bessie’s production chart has dipped overwhelmingly into the negatives--a roll of paper unfurling at porky’s father’s feet, indicating just how poor the farm is doing--he places an “out of order” sign on the stall door.

suddenly, porky’s father grows aggravated. “i need to send you to the hamburger factory!” cue a close-up of bessie tearfully picturing her fate--a pile of burgers and hotdogs make up her figure. clampett would reprise this gag (albeit in a much more cruel manner) in porky’s last stand 2 years later, where daffy eagerly envisions a steaming hot hamburger in place of an innocent little calf. 

this is the second cartoon to make an ACME reference, the first being buddy’s bug hunt back in 1935. porky’s father phones up ACME mail order company, asking for “one cow--airmail”. context clues are just as important to the gag than the reveal itself: porky, his father, and bessie all become alert to the sounds of an airplane making a cacophony overhead. suddenly, a package bursts through the barn ceiling, floating to the ground with a neatly tied parachute. the animation appears to be the work of john carey, from the tall, pill-shaped eyes to the slow, drawn out way that porky blinks.

norm mccabe takes over to animate the grand reveal. lots of wonderful little subtleties: porky and his father are timed slightly differently, giving them both a natural sense of interaction and movement. there’s a lovely little accent on porky’s father opening the package by pulling a string--he jerks his head up slightly as he plucks the string, allowing the audience to feel the physical impact and snap of the pluck. it’s subtle, but very well done. 

instead of a flesh and blood cow, a mechanical hunk of metal slowly unfurls to life as the package opens. as porky’s father reads the label (The New 1938 CREAMLINED COW), porky himself objects to the new addition. “aww, eh-the-there ain’t no such animal!”

indeed there is: porky’s father loads a pile of hay into a chute, pressing down on the cow’s paintbrush tail. the cow pumps along to a brassy score of “old macdonald”, churning out milk from its metal udders, the milk pouring straight into an assembly line of bottles below. bob clampett’s puns are plentiful in this cartoon (notice how there’s no writer’s credit--he often said that he would write some of his earliest cartoons himself. i assume he wrote this one as well? i wonder how much input chuck jones had in the story?), but delivered nonchalantly, so they can actually be enjoyed. the cow caps the milk bottles by putting literal newsboy caps on top of the bottles, the paintbrush tail painting “cream paint” to the outside of the bottles and forming the illusion of cream. interesting business practices!

bobe cannon animates a delightful scene with porky. fun animation and fun dialogue make for a great combo. some very fluid, light, and fun animation of porky giving his pep talk as he hops around, swinging his arms, nonchalantly pushing his hat out of his face after getting so excited. “c’mon, eh-beh-beh-beh-bessie! we won’t let that old eh-neh-nuh-new fangled eh-ceh-co--heifer beat us. you just eat your uh-wuh-wee-weh-whea--eh-ha-hay, and show that eh-teh-eeh-eh-tin-can cow who can make the most...”

porky lowers bessie’s foot from her mouth by climbing on it, preparing to shovel a forkful of hay into her mouth, however, she shoves her foot right back in it, much to porky’s annoyance. “aww, every time you open your muh-mee-muh-me-eh-mou--kisser, ya put your eh-feh-eh-foot in it! eh-bee-bessie, you gotta eat! you eh-deh-dee-eh-don’t wanna be eh-seh-seeah-seeah-smothered in onions, eh-do ya?” 

treg brown’s sound effects of doors creaking as her leg is lowered is the perfect touch to the gag. porky struggles to feed bessie, eventually getting stuck in her mouth himself as he attempts to hold both legs down to no avail. he frees himself, just in time to hatch an ingenious idea.

his plan works: porky places the entire pile of hay onto bessie’s legs, who swallows it up whole, her mouth comically huge as she attempts to swallow it. porky is overjoyed, clapping at her efforts before rushing off to give her some privacy.

instead of porky just milking her like a regular farmer, clampett pushes the entire scenario further. porky paces around in the manner of an expectant father, accompanied by a soft score of “lullaby on broadway”. the sound of a baby crying prompts porky to do a gorgeously animated head shake of surprise--bessie hands him a milk bottle, which porky carefully swaddles and places in a basket. 

the charade continues, with clampett lulling us into a false sense of security with an already absurd gag. cue a gag that would have been incredibly risque in 1938: at about the fifth bottle, porky reaches out and finds that bessie hands him a bottle labeled “CHOC. MALT”, accompanied by an underscore of “i wish i was in dixie”. porky and bessie both grow bashful, but porky’s nonchalant whistling is cut to a half as bessie delivers yet another bottle. “gosh--eh-ceh-ceh-quin-eh-qui-eh--quart-tuplets!”

porky rushes over to his farther to share the good news. however, dad is too preoccupied with the fancy mechanics of the cow to pay bessie any mind. he shows porky a barrage of dairy-related puns churned out by the creamlined cow:

cottage cheese (cheese in the shapes of houses--and an outhouse for good measure--don the conveyer belt), limburger cheese (cheese slices with clothes pins pinned to their “noses” to ward off the stench), and swiss cheese (a cuckoo bird pops out of the cow’s mechanical side and sprays the cheese wheels with bullets, which turn into yodeling mouths). interestingly, mel’s voice for porky’s father changes in this scene--it’s still him, but the nasally undertones are absent. i wonder if he did this on a different day?

nevertheless, the staging of the next gag is genius. the majority of the screen is black, save for a small window revealing porky holding onto bessie’s udders. “c’mon, eh-beh-bessie! hurry eh... hurry eh... step on it!” the window expands to reveal bessie pouring a bucket of milk into a line of funnels (rather than udders), which are then evenly distributed to the bottles. “’ats a guh-geh-gee-eh-girl!”

mechanical cow seems to be doing just fine, plopping cherries on top of elaborate ice cream sundaes and milk shakes. the only fault in the system is the cow’s own personal whiskey bottle rolling down the assembly line, which it confiscates promptly. 

porky, on the other hand, is making do. with an ice block on her head, bessie churns out ice cream cones to the best of her ability. as the cones grow smaller and smaller in size, porky orders her to eat more hay, which she happily does so.

now, it’s cow vs. cow. the mechanical cow opts to play some dirty tricks on bessie, pouring a jar of vanishing cream it produced onto the hay bessie is eating. and, thanks to the law of cartoon physics, the milk bottles she hands porky disappear by the minute. though the effect of the bottles disappearing may not seem like much today, for 1938 the ink and paint department did a wonderful job of demonstrating the illusion that the bottles suddenly disappeared.

with the rest of the hay now gone thanks to a hefty glob of vanishing cream, porky and bessie engage in a wild goose (cow?) chase to find more hay. the mechanical cow gobbles up every square inch of hay in sight--at one point, bessie heaves a dubious shrug to the audience. i love how they made her hooves look like hands, but still remain identifiable hooves. the scramble animation she does as she dashes out of frame (with porky clinging to her like a horse) is wonderfully done as well.

both porky and bessie and the creamlined cow exit the barn, chasing each other around the farm. the mechanical cow physically turns into a vacuum cleaner, threatening to suck up the last remaining pile of hay. in a gag that’s reminiscent of the harman-ising days (is it the inclusion of the outhouse?), the cow-turned-vacuum rushes into a shed filled to the brim with hay. the audience merely watches the shed itself shrink in size as the cow gobbles up all of the hay, the final result a puny little outhouse. 

at last, the enemies reach a face-off. the last pile of hay--or, as porky puts it in his punny little way, “eh-thee-the-thee-that’s the last straw.” in a relatively tashlin-esque maneuver, clampett makes some fast cuts to heighten the suspense of the action. cut between porky and bessie to the mechanical cow to the pile of straw (facetiously labeled “MILK WEED”). the cuts grow quicker and quicker, the music crescendo-ing... 

until BLAM! in a loose parallel to the finale of rover’s rival, everything explodes at once. nuts and bolts rain in the sky, as do neat little bundles of hay. however, clampett doesn’t allow the audience to rest just yet--with bessie nowhere in sight, the mechanical cow continues to charge forth, seeking refuge in a hay to release a humongous pile of milk bottles. so high, in fact, that the shed (and cow) are elevated several feet into the air. porky’s a goner.

porky’s father, who had been absent for the past few minutes, reappears to declare the tin-can cow a winner, much to porky’s visible dissatisfaction.

yet it’s not a clampett cartoon without a twist! bessie pokes her head out of the mechanical cow’s mouth, mooing the ever popular catchphrase from the ken murray show: “mmmmmmwooooooooooah, yeeeeaaaaaah!” porky gives a celebratory “oh, boy!” as we iris out--the goose and duck from earlier poke their heads into the scene just before the iris fully closes.

this is an early porky cartoon that’s just plain fun. bobe cannon’s animation of porky serves as one of the many highlights, from porky getting aggravated with his phonograph to his excited pep talk towards bessie. corny as the opening number is, it’s a lot of fun at the same time--the intensity in increasing chaos is a prevalent theme to clampett’s cartoons. just look at the climax/ending of baby bottleneck!

i don’t have many complaints towards this cartoon, if any at all. it’s not my favorite porky entry, sure, but it’s most certainly an enjoyable watch and one of his better cartoons of the ‘30s. the visual puns aren’t nearly as hamfisted as ben hardaway’s (as we’ll soon discover), making them more enjoyable than some of the jokes present in, say, daffy duck & egghead. regardless, there are a lot of unique gags, fun animation, and amusing dialogue to constitute a watch.

the cartoon is up on HBOmax, but you can also watch it here!

[popculturebuffet]

The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck: The Master of the Mississippi! or “How Much Satisfaction Can There Be?”

Hello everybody. I’m back to the life of scrooge mcduck.. it’s been an eternity hasn’t it and that’s for a simple reason: I had other reviews to do, especially comissions, I kept pushing this back further and further as while I love this series i put my paid work ahead of any other projects, until Kev, i.e. the guy paying for most comissions out and out asked that this be done before I got to the rest of The Ride of the Three Caballeros. It’s also why I finally put a loose schedule in place, to keep projects from slipping so the MANY retrosectives and what not I have going can move along at a steady pace and I can slot in comissions easier, 5 bucks an issue or episode if your curious. So now things are a bit tider, i’ll try to have an installment of scrooge’s storied past up a week from now on, so keep an eye out for that, minus christmas week as I have something else planned Duck Comics wise. So with all that out of the way and any exposition able to be baked into the plot proper, we can FINALLY get back to the life and times of scrooge mcduck

PREVIOUSLY ON THE LIFE AND TIMES OF SCROOGE MCDUCK:

A Young Scrooge got his inspiration, his start and also scared the crap out of some asshole scooby do style. Also his sister Hortense was adorable. SO there’s that. But eventually with some inspriation from what he didn’t realize was a ghost, Scrooge decided to head to america to find his Uncle Pothole. So that’s where we left off, with Scrooge heading to

Since then as the scrapbook page explains, Scrooge has worked his way up the Missippi to Louieville, Kentucky... which is where Rosa lives, and it is not a concidence it’s set here as a result. But much like how the Marvel staff being in new york in the 60′s lead to that universe having it’s unique and vibrant New York setting that’s lasted to this day, sometimes a creator using where they live as the basis can lead to really great and intresting stuff and here he had a valid reason as Louieville was one of the main hubs on the Mississippi river and thus a massive boomtown. 

Not the kind of boom town I meant but I can never say no to boomtown. But yeah it’s not only a bustling hub usually anyway, but things are extra amped up given it’s Derby time. I mean the Kentucky Derby’s no steel ball run but what could be? So naturally the crowds are booming and scroogie is impressed. I mean he’s a 13 year old boy from a poor community in Scotland. This is huge to him. But he has no time to dawdle and asks the closest random gentleman where he could find his Uncle Angus, who was mentioned last time and is the one needed for this. The guy is genuinely helpful and points him to his uncle... but as I only noticed on this read through also uses a knife to swipe his bag by cutting the handle off. It’s part of why I admire this series so much: rosa snuck so many small background gags into the margins you can always find something new reading it or always get something fresh out of it.  We also meet Gyro’s grandpa Ratchet. 

I mean there’s no might about it. David Byrne is rich and he’s the delightful weirdo we all deserve and the autistic icon I needed. 

I have no context for this, I just figured searching David Byrne in Tumblr’s Gif Search would find something delightfully batshit in that way only hec an do and I was right. 

So as the tweenager enters the gambling establishment, we find Uncle Pothole, whose playing poker with local asshole and tophat enthusiast Porker Hogg...whose name keeps tripping me up as I write this as he’s not the only pig named porker I know of but is far less memorable than this one

He and Pothole are playing cards, and while Porker can go on for days he can’t go on for eight weeks.. or even two days really and prepares to finish it. He puts up his boat the Dilly Dollar, which Angus takes offence to since Porker sank his. Angus offers up the location of the Dreenan White, a legendary, and real legend at that, riverboat that sank. Since Angus was a Cabin Boy on the boat, he knows where it is. So the final hand is dealt and Angus wins with five aces, mostly because Porker’s ace ejector jammed. When Scrooge questions if this is dishonest, Angus explains their under riverboat captain rules which basically means you can cheat your ass off and it’s not only expected it’s an insult NOT to. So Angus takes Scrooge with him, seeing the boy as a good luck charm and finding out to his shock Scrooge is his nephew, but gladly takes his newly found relation under his wing as he relates to his coming to america to find his fortune, having done the same. 

Angus is the first of Scrooge’s many mentors and easily the best part of this chapter. He’s lively, intresting but a contrast to scrooge, someone whose not AFRAID to work but wouldn’t mind an easy victory or giving up the adventure game, as he ends up doing. He’s a lively, clever guy and very charming. I”ll get back to the mentor part of it in a bit, but needless to say in a chapter that i’ll admit, and get more into the why as we go, is not one of life and time’s better chapters, he’s a highlight.  So the two get to the Dilly Dollar while Hogg decides to follow to find where the Dreeynan Whyte is. As for why he hasn’t drudged it up Angus simply can’t as the Mighty Missisippi’ s too muddy for that, making another mark twain quoted joke about it. But Scrooge mentions the clarity pills from Ratchet, meaning he has a way to do so, and Angus is now elated and decides to head there to get his fortune, specifically near Monkey’s Elbow kentucky, which while relocated slightly to fit the story, is a very real town and an objectively great name for a town, much like Forty Fort, which is also a very real town name. Hogg overhears and after being literally booted out of the boat, as we’ll see literal asskicking is a McDuck family staple, goes to recruit some hired goons. 

Yes hired goons, as every good villian needs some hired goons. And these specific goons.. are a bit.. familiar. And you’ll find out who they are under the cut!

Yup it’s the Secret Origin of the Beagle Boys. And if your wondering “Wait are they immortal too?” well. their not these are their grandpas. Also Hogg’s whole complaint about “wearing them if there yellow” just.. bugs me. They .. they aren’t cowards.. Grandpappy’s just being smart and knows his sons are excessively dumb, as is family tradition. They have no issue with committing crimes, they just don’t want to be arrested by the first Navy boat that finds them. That’s just.. common logic. This is one of Life and Time’s weaker atrributes: Due to being built around barks stories, that means most of his foes here are the random greedy asshats of the week Scrooge faced who had some loophole to his fortune or the grandparents of said assholes. With the exception of hte Beagles, who show up a few times, Glomgold and Soapy Slick who wihle a minor vilian is at the center of one of the best chapters of the story, most of these guys are just forgettable hooligans. Not terrible, and the stories around them are good enough to make it enjoyable but nothing really distinct from what Scrooge normally faced outside of his origin story. Really Barks was simply stronger at STORIES than he was at creating villians: As Magica, The Beagle Boys, Gladstone, Rockerduck and Glomgold all show he wasn’t untalented at it, it’s just more often than not he fell back on some random asshole.

Instead of using a dedicated Rogue’s Gallery of intresting baddies, most writers of most comics just used villians of the week and maybe ONE OR TWO designated hitters. Batman’s Rogue’s gallery wasn’t big enough to form their own country at this point is what i’m saying, it just meant Rosa had to build more vilians of teh week. It dosen’t drag the story down entirely, as the story is about SCROOGE and his growth: sometimes the villians are just a secondary ingrident in a good story. But it’s still something very noticable and one of the weaker parts of the story, it’s just like I said, with the story being more on Scrooge and where a lot of his personality came from, it’s something I really didn’t notice before and really dosen’t bother me now I have. The villians are weak btu the hero is so intresting and grows so much it just dosen’t matter. Their there to provide Scrooge with opportunites to evolve, and the really good ones are saved for the best moments of that and for when a villian IS needed to change scooge as a person. So it all evens out. 

So naturally the next day when the McDucks head to get the pills, Hogg’s beat them to it, and when Ratchet refused to cut cards for his stock had them beat Ratchet while they were at it. Though oddly Angus assumes he’s just passed out while Scrooge is the one to recognize someone knocked him out. You’d think a well experienced guy like Angus would know that eh whatever. Point is Hogg is ahead and Angus dosen’t have a crew... though Scrooge and Ratchet naturally volunteer since both have skin in the game: Scrooge wanted a job with Pothole anyway and Ratchet is out a job and out his pills. Angus gladly takes them on.. but accidently sets the Dominos in place for one of Comics!Scrooge’s worst behaviors down the line. 

Yeahhh.... Pothole is partially responsible for Scrooge criminally underpaying his staff and family. That gag.. is easily one of , if not my least faviorite part about Rosa’s work. It’s a holdover from Carl Barks work naturally, and one that makes some sense: Rosa set his work shortly after barks, so some time in the 1950s, having barks works take place around when they were written. There isn’t a strict timeline of what happened which year outside of life and times, but Rosa’s works are delieberate period pieces. That’s not a bad thing and if he’s going to base most of his stuff around stuff Barks did, then it’s a good call to make.  The issue is the execution: While with Barks it was in part because there was less income inequality, it was also clearly a bit of satire, as Donald was the every man and companies could be unfair, cheap douchebags then as they are now. IT feels more like a joke on Scrooge. Donald still puts up with a lot of stuff, but he’s more liable to complain. In the Rosa stories.. it feels more like he just makes Donald the butt monkey and it dosen’t play well as.. Donald dosen’t want to be there. He has every RIGHT not to want to be there as he’s not being paid a decent wage, not being compensated in any other ways, and could be searching for a boss who actually pays him a living wage. Donald is more the victim in Rosa’s stories but he simply doesn’t realize this, or the fact it’s even worse since Donald is you know RAISING THREE CHILDREN AND SCROOGE KNOWS THIS BUT DOES NOT PITCH IN ONE EXTRA CENT.  So already without even adding the decades on, it hasn’t aged well.. but add in the modern day business where it’s a STRUGGLE to get states to raise minimum wages, the job market was hit horribly even BEFORE Corona came and made things worse, and companies horribly abuse their employees to ludcirous extremes such as time crunch in the video game industry, black friday in retail and of course the house of nightmares that is the amazon warehouse, and I say that being a frequent use of amazon.. just because I rely on a company dosen’t mean I have to LIKE doing so in any way shape or form. 

What i’m saying is Scrooge’s actions were already bad, making this joke fall flat, but it comes off as downright unfunny after all of that. Even given the times Scrooge was raised in it’s just not a funny gag that “oh ha ha a 70+ year old man ever learned right from wrong when it came to paying his family or workers”. It just paints scrooge in the worst light possible as man who never grew, in at least one aspect, from being a goddamn tweenager and is easily one of the weaker moments of an otherwise epic and well crafted saga, and as i’ve said of Rosa’s exemplary work as a whole. 

Anyways the race is on and with the DIlly Dollar gaining on Hogg’s Cotton reiver witch, Hogg has them ram into the boat and flip it over. And no i’m not descrbing a sex act. In a show of competence while Blackheart Beagle’s actions send them close to the falls too he just uses the dilly dollar as a ramp. We also get a really cool flipped over panel as our heroes are waterlogged. A snag boat shows up, I assume it removes snags and dangerous objects and complains about rescuing them. .even though CLEARLY they had some kind of accident. It’s.. never a good look to complain about having to save someone’s life or livelyhood unless that someone is Tucker Carlson. Then it’s ABSOLUTLEY okay to grumble a bit about having to do the right thing. 

So after a quick gag we’re introduced to a chekovs gun as a massive tree sprouts out of the river and spooks Scroogey.. and Angus who explains it’s a “sawyer”, something that happens when a dead tree falls in a river.. sinks in.. and then can rise right back up suddenly, violently and boat destroyingly. 

So our heroes head on and find the location and Angus dumbly assumes that Hogg, who had a clear start is just lost.. and not you know lurking in the bushes watiting to strike. And strike he does as he once again rams hard and long into the Dilly Dollar, leaving it on a sandy shore. Schwing. Our heroes are landlocked but Hogg, just to earn himself a dare to be stupid award, gives the Beagles their deed, and tells them theirs diving equipment. You can take a wild guess what happenes next. 

Angus understandably laughs at his misfortune because it’s funny.. and Hogg responds by dropping him down a well. Before Scrooge can raise a benefit concert to send his love down a well, Angus asks Scrooge to join him instead.. and soon we find out why as the Beagles only find a wrecked town. Turns out thats where Monkey’s Elbow WAS, and they build the new town near it.. with the farm Angus ended up at being where the wreck is now. 

Our heroes explore the wreck which honestly, looks really damn impressive, a muddy destroyed riverboat hauntingly beautifully lit by candle light, which Scrooge is holding naturally. I may of had my criticisms for Rosa this chapter, and I will again, but it’s moments like this that reinforce that the man is still one of the best comic book artists i’ve ever seen and knows how to beautifully meld his art with storytelling. 

Speaking of which our heroes find the safe with the money. Angus is ritch but Scrooge.. dosen’t get how he can be happy. Scroogie questions “How much satisfaction can there be in having your life’s fortune handed to you? “ It’s easily the best moment of the chapter.. while it’s only two panels before we get to Angus moving things right along... it really speaks to Scrooge’s character. Even as still a naive boy from Glasgow... his whole life has been hard work, effort working your way up. To just.. LUCK into fortune like this baffles him. To be satisfied with that and not seem to have any amibation to use it to go further, to make more of yourself. To be more. While he hasn’t quite got his love for adventure yet, we’ll get there next time, even now there’s a hunger inside him, a desire to not just get rich, that’s all fine and good.. btu to have EARNED IT. To truly feel like he made his way. 

And it perfeclty makes sense with his background: Scrooge was raised with nothing, and found out at the start of the story his family had lost everything, a once glorious clan reduced to a poor starving family on the edge of Glasgow. To him it can’t just be about getting Money.. he wants to bring his clan back. To make his family happy and proud. To make sure his father’s faith as the last of their line wasn’t misplaced. He has a lot of expectation on him and that’s bred his character. Angus.. just sorta left at a young age and has been incommuincado. He dosen’t really care about family or legacy.. not that I don’t think he would’ve sent some money back to buy the castle, I just think he was never that concerned with his family’s legacy like Scrooge despite coming from a similar cloth. He wanted the money, but Scrooge cares about the money.. and his family. It’s what anchors him. What keeps him from his worst impulses and keeps him grounded.. for now anyways but that’s a ways off. Point is it really speaks to Scrooge’s character. 

But soon the beagles find our heroes, and a fight breaks out.. and naturally even without years of experince yet, Scrooge is still a McDuck and while previously his fighting was based on ingunity.. this time the little runt’s just out for blood and suprises the beagles with a clump of mud and then beating the shit out of them. When one of them tries to respond by wacking him with a piece of wood... he instead breaks a collumn and with the dreenan unable to handle the mud without it... the place starts to collapse. However our heroes don’t make it out unschathed as the Beagles capture them and the gold... for some reason. Seriously Scrooge dosen’t fight back or anything nor does angus they just.. let hte beagles overpower them. WHen Scrooge fully fought the grown ass men just a few mintues ago. What the actual hell. 

But we do get another Badass Scrooge Moment, as once hteir on the ship, Scrooge mentions another treasure.. which baffles Angus despite you know.. the boy clearly playing at something. Yeah whlie I do like Angus.. he can be grating in parts and here he just comes off REALLY stupid. But after being tortured by running on a boat, with the beagles mistaking Angus’ genuine confusion for being a bastard man, which naturally their impressed by, Scrooge fessses up.. and you can see exactly’s coming.. the sawyer raises the boat into the air and harpoons it. The beagles try to play off the port authority but scrooge unmaks those “infamous beagle boys”.. and thus names one of his greatest threats. Blackheart vows revenge while our heroes go for a sasparillia..though Scrooge keeps the money.. as he says the memory of that adventure is worth more than anything. As for the Gold, the goverment took it back, but did give them a reward, and Angus only dosen’t give Scrooge a share because he’d have to refloat it, but offers him a job and the dollar in two years at a bargin price. Alls well that ends well. A truly poetic way to end the chapter and prepare scrogoe for the next... TO BE CONTINUED...

FINAL TH...

Yeah.. as you probably know this is NOT the end of the chapter. Instead we go on for a bit more. And a few more pages would’ve been fine, to help bridge the gap.. we see scrooge get the Dollar at a bargin price as his uncle promised, though the deal turns out to be a bit of a lemon as the riverboat industry has dried up. But then.. we get a couple page adventure with the beagle boys, where the beagles try to steal the goverment gold scrooge is transporting, Ratchet helps him escape, and we DO get the utterly badass image of scrooge driving the boat onto land and it exploding and causing a massive flood> While that is awesome.. the pacing just takes a huge hit and it’s easily why this chapter is one of my least faviorite. It probably would’ve been better if they just had a passage of time montage of events at the start of the next chapter and ended on that bit before.. but instead it just goes on a bit and really tries my patience every time as instead of moving on to a bold new adventure.. we just get some filler to help pad things out so Rosa can get it to the right page length. I don’t blame him, sometimes shit happens, but it dosen’t make it any more fun to read.  So the Dollar is scrapped and Scrooge is back at the bottom with barely a cent to his name. But he’s resolute: since the river boating days were winding down anyway he’s going west to become a cowboy, and heads off on the Wabash Cannonball as a fireman, i.e. the guy who stokes the engines, to make his way there. So we end our story for now and again.. this would’ve been much better condensed but whatever. We’re finally done. 

Final Thougts

As you could probably tell but I saved for here, and I outright even said this is one of my least faviorite chapters and one of the weakest if not the weakest. Part of it is the structure issue I mentioned, but the other part is it just.. isn’t as intresting at least to me personally. The rest of life and times have pretty unique stories that while not removed from genres Scrooge stories have covered, use the story of his rise to make them really pop as we slowly see how the iconic Scrooge we know became the legend and what shaped him that way. Here while we get bits of that, it’s mostly just a standard uncle scrooge story but with him as a kid. It’s not a BAD one, it dosen’t drag the whole of life and times down and it’s servicable but it just feels a bit more standard for Rosa’s work. Still enjoyable, but nothing really spectacular like the next two chapters. On it’s own or as one of the side stories it would’ve been fine but as part of this huge sprawling masterpiece, it’s just a bit underwhelming and just makes me eager to get to the next part every time rather than really suck me in as much as the others. Again the pacing dosen’t help with that and only makes it drag further. It just dosen’t have the weight the other ones do character wise and as such just makes me want to get to part 3 already, which naturally that story within a story dosen’t help with. Overall while not a bad comic, I don’t think any part of life and times is truly bad, it’s still not a GREAT comic like what’s to come or what came just before. 

NEXT TIME ON LIFE AND TIMES: Scrooge heads out to the wild wild west.. though instead of a giant mechanical spider he fights some cattle rustlers and meets Teddy Roosevelt HELL. YES. 

Until then, happy holidays and later days!

[sims4legacy-story]

Gen 1, chapter 1 Mixed Landgraab Legacy sims 4

After venturing out from her home in Widenburg, Theresa sought out life in the city, the hotspot for aspiring politicians. She started her campaign for less mischief, and started going around, knocking on doors. She was invited in to the Landgraab household by Alec Langraab-made him for the story line-and they had lunch together. She found him charming, and modest for a man of his socioeconomic status. Quickly, innocent flirting gave way into a less innocent kiss...and a promise for a date at the best bar, tomorrow. 

She spent the whole night deciding on outfits, but eventually decide on a simple top with a short skirt.

Alec found her stunning. He knew he shouldn’t, his mother had absolutely forbidden him from marrying anyone without first-class status. But he couldn’t help himself. He told himself no to, but in the end, he relented, and asked Theresa to be his girlfriend. She leaped into his arms and said yes. He took her home to meet his family.

Geoffrey welcomed her with open arms, Malcolm grew wide eyes and ran off into his bedroom, muttering to himself. And Nancy crossed her arms, and looked her up and down sneering. Theresa grew closer to Alec instinctively. Nancy stalked off.

A few days later, Alec asked her to marry him. They were so over come with love they eloped right in the kitchen...with Nancy there!

She gave them a freezing glare a stormed off.

Alec started telling Theresa about his big dreams for the future. About his plans to inherit the family fortune and become a successful politician. He wanted a big family. 

Theresa said, “Well, maybe I’m going to far...but….I want a big family as well. I want a baby!”

And there was some woohooing, and some more woohooing...but eventually, she conceived a baby! 

Alec and Geoffrey were happy. Malcolm and Nancy were not.

Malcolm wanted to inherit the family fortune and he wanted a son of his own to be his heir. He asked his mother to arrange a marriage between him and a female of wealthy lineage.

She chose Cassandra Goth. Nancy met up with Bella Goth, who agreed with an alliance with the most powerful family, and it was fixed.

Malcolm didn’t really love her, of course. He just wanted an heir. But she got pregnant anyway.

Unfortunately for Malcom, Alec and Theresa’s baby got born first. A little boy named Alden. Malcolm had been desperately hoping for them to have a daughter, and him a son, so he could have an heir. But it was not to be. 

Then, a new secret was discovered! Nancy was having an affair with the gardener! Geoffrey found out, but Nancy mind-wiped him and he forgot. But she’s beenn kissing teh gardener, and he’s been kissing back! Oh, Nancy Landgraab, what are you doing?

Malcolm gets to know Alden a bit more. He comes to regard him as his own son. His baby was born, but it’s living with its mother in the goth house.

Malcolm slowly becomes a better person. He doesn’t flirt around, and he’s gotten rid of his evil. Still, he can’t help being a bit of a snob sometimes.

However, he still hated his brother. Oh, if only he could just...die! 

Malcolm began to hatch a plan. If it did work, Malcolm could inherit the fortune and move Cassandra and Beau-his son-into the Affluista mansion.

Theresa got pregnant with another baby, to the joy of everybody but Nancy and Malcom. 

Malcolm grew more desperate. He traveled around the city, trying to find the recipe for Pufferfish nigiri. Eventually, he gave up and he hired someone to teach him!

But he had to to eat it! He took a few bites...then another, then another. He survived! Which wasn’t a good thing for Alec.

He imagine his totally not evil because really, he deserved it-plan, the day when he would take over the Landgraab legacy.

[writingsbychlo]

feels like loneliness (02)

word count; 11,920

summary; after escaping from the maze, thomas goes back in for answers, and gets more then he bargains for when teh girl in his head returns.

notes; honestly, you’re not going to love me by teh end of this part, but just hold on.

warnings; reference to injury, character death.

“we can't get the timing”

The doors finally cracked open, the sounds of stone and metal grinding together was unmistakable, and finally the boys knew they could once again find themselves in the safety of the glade.

Hauling themselves to their feet, tired muscles were aching desperately in protest and Thomas had to suppress a groan of discomfort at the action. His exhausted gaze met Minho’s, and together, the two scooped to lift the third, still unconscious man up to his feet. This time, he let the pained sound slip from his lips freely, the strain almost too much. 

With Alby’s arms secured, one over each of their shoulders, They began taking slow steps forward, the toes of boots dragging against the rock as they stumbled, footsteps out of sync and unbalanced, around the corner. 

At the end of the tunnel, a sea of pale green and sunlight, as opposed to the grey walls and darkness Thomas had already found himself sick of seeing. Bodies, turning to all of them as muffled shouts reached his ears, his feet carrying him the last few paces. Soft dirt and grass was a soothing relief underfoot, and hands reached in, lifting the weight of the leader from his shoulders as he was laid carefully onto the ground.

Taking a knee, Thomas let his head bow, his fingers finding the ground as he barely managed to hold himself up on the shaky limbs, pain and exhaustion running across every fiber of his body. 

“You saw a griever?” The question fell from Chuck, but the way everybody’s eyes were focused on him and the runner when he lifted his head were enough to confirm that they were all wondering the same thing. 

“Yeah.. I saw one.” He was tired, his voice raw and scratchy from the night’s excursions, and though he could tell everyone was gasping to know more, he couldn’t bring himself to go into the stories right now.

“He didn’t just see it, he killed it.” The few mumbles throughout the group had been silenced as Minho added his say, and Thomas swallowed thickly, everyone’s undivided attention on him now, watching him carefully, though nobody dared to speak up about it. That silence and respect, however, lasted all of ten seconds, before the questions came pouring in at light speed, voices shouting over the top of one another to be heard, and Thomas let his eyes slip shut in an attempt to drown them out.

“Alright, alright. I’m sure they’ll answer all your questions later. Right now, some of you take Alby to see Clint and Jeff, and the rest of you back off, go do something useful.” Never had Thomas been so thankful to hear another person speak, as the group grumbled but did as they’d been told by Newt, Alby’s body being carried away by a few boys, the rest dispersing to do their jobs, but not without grumbling about it.

Newt stood above them, hand running over his jaw, gaze focused on the ground. Minho, stood to his full height beside the blonde, offering Thomas his hand and pulling him to his feet. “Gally was livid. He’ll be happy you’re back, but he’s going to call a meeting. I’ll hold him off for as long as I can, but I don’t think you’ll get much rest, he’ll be calling everyone together soon. Go and get some shut eye before you’re called ‘forth to face the consequences of your actions’.” Newt let his voice slip into a deep and mocking tone as he cracked a joke, a smile appearing on both the tired’ boys’ faces as they were dismissed, trudging across the open field to get some sleep.

He’d never been more thankful for the hammock made for him than in that moment. Frankly, he would’ve slept on the maze floor had it been safe. His eyes could barely hold open much longer, and despite the loud sounds of a working day around him, and the strong and blinding light of the sun overhead, he was asleep within seconds, his body screaming out in gratitude.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you lifted his gaze to yours, a smile on your lips as he watched you. “Why are you crying, Tommy?”

“What?” 

Wiping at his cheek, you laughed lightly, clearing his face of the streams of water. “You’re crying, you doofus. What’s wrong? And where the hell are we?” You laughed, looking around the room you were in, and Thomas felt himself dry-heave at the thought, knowing exactly what was happening.

Two guards followed in, the metal wall across from you both opening to reveal a wired metal cage, already loaded with supplies and he watched as you looked at it curiously, nothing but wonder filling you now. Turning you around, he pulled you flush against him, his lips descending on yours desperately, your hands tight on his waist as you squeaked. It hurt him, every step he took hurt him as he backed you up, but he wanted to be the last to hold you, the last to touch you. 

He didn’t want you thrown into the cage roughly, and so with every painful step stabbing at his heart, he walked you backwards, your lips moving against his softly, your fingers playing with his hair. When he finally detached from yours, he sucked in a breath, looking at you one last time as you stood in the darkness now, the brightly tiled white room behind you both as you stood within the trembling metal work. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“I-I.. um.. where are we?” You muttered, glancing around and his touch fell to your hand as you got lost in your thoughts for a second. His hand twitched to take yours again when you snatched it away, stepping back from him as fear and panic filled your system. “Who the hell are you?”

Stepping back, he lifted the edge of the cage quickly, sealing it shut tightly, before you could dart from the box and your fingers wrapped in the wire, shaking at it in fear as the gears kicked into work. He fell to his knees, body numb and mind blank as he watched you. 

“Who the hell are you? Why am I here? Why.. what’s going on?” Your eyes met his, and for a moment he swore he saw you recognise him for a second, but he knew it was impossible. The door was lowering, causing you to fade into darkness as you sank to the ground, eyes still fixed on his. “Please! No! Please, get me out of here! What is going on, I-” 

He jumped up, straight upright with a gasp and the boy whose hand had been on his shoulder to shake him awake jumped back, eyes wide. “Sorry, mate, just thought I’d come and get you, before Gally did it himself. He’s gathering everyone now, figured you might want to clean up first. You stink.”

Though Newt was still eyeing him warily, he didn’t say anything, even when Thomas reached up to wipe the tears that had subconsciously been flowing down his cheeks as he slept. Lifting an arm, he inhaled deeply, cringing back as the boy watching him simply laughed. “Told you, you smell. Wash your clothes first, and hang them out and sun’ll have ‘em dry before you’re done, I swear it.” Thomas simply nodded, watching as Newt limped away quickly towards where Minho was still fast asleep, likely to give him the same spiel. 

His body was feeling refreshed, and he did have more energy, despite the yawn already trying to break it’s way free. Rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands, he swung his legs over the side of the hammock and stumbled his way towards the makeshift showers.

He did as Newt had advised, toeing off his boots and leaving them outside before closing himself within one of the small wooden cubicles and stripping his top off over his head. With the bar of soap he had, he plunged his top into the water, lathering it up slightly and washing the dirt off as best he could, before wringing it out tightly and slinging it over the warm wood under the beams of the sun. Repeating the action with the rest of his clothes, he finally scrubbed himself down, tipping bucket after bucket of cold water over his head.

The slime, dirt and sweat washed away from him, leaving him feeling far cleaner than he had before, fresher in every sense, the coldness of the water jumping him awake and clearing his thoughts a little.

Newt had been right, mostly. His clothes were still slightly damp but they smelled considerably better and were mostly dry as he pulled them back on, dull aches across his body making his eyebrows furrow in pain. With a sigh, he found himself pacing away across the glade towards the hut that bodies were beginning to pour into. All eyes were on him as he entered, and Newt glanced at him pitifully from where he stood as Gally’s raging glare found him. 

He didn’t utter a word, not even a ‘glad you’re alive’ or a ‘thanks for saving Alby’, but he merely pointed to a box, and Thomas trudged over to it, collapsing onto it and facing everyone else as they filled into the dugout seats. Chuck, in all his innocence, sat at the front, red cheeks shining against his pale skin as he shot Thomas a smile, thumbs held up sneakily to try and raise his spirits. 

Thomas wasn’t sure if it was the darkness of the room, his already fatigued body, or simply his mind running itself to the breaking point. Perhaps even all three, but his eyes were beginning to droop as his head began to pound, his vision blurring slightly. He vaguely caught sight of Minho making his way in, as voices began to hush one another and conversation took up, his focus fading out. 

“You’re not going out there again, right? You have done this the last three nights, you’re going to get in trouble!” His voice was high, looking at his young friend as he pulled on his boots, the Brit focusing extra hard on making sure he was doing up his laces correctly. 

“Shut it, Tommy, you tryna’ tell the whole compound?” He was hushed, and Thomas’ mouth clamped up, cheeks warming slightly and his friend sighed, glancing up at the top bunk as he peered down at him cautiously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. You’re still my best friend, right?”

“‘Course I’m still your best friend.” The brunette child grumbled, reaching his pinky finger over the railing to dangle before his friends face, a slightly toothless smile shining back at him as their pinkies linked together to be shook. “I’m just worried. You can’t sneak out every night!”

“I have to see my sister, Tommy. I miss her! This is the only time we get to hang out since we turned eight and they started training!” His lips were pouted as he stood, clambering onto the edge of his lower bunk mattress so he could balance his chin on the railing of the upper one to look at his friend better.

“But, it’s dangerous, Newt!”

“It’s not, I promise you! We’re really safe!” Quiet fell between the two boys as Newt glanced around, seeing no stirring in the dark, all the others sleeping soundly. “Come with me.”

“Wha-” a hand clamped over Thomas’ mouth as his eyes widened, before Newt pulled it back, raising a finger to his lips to tell Thomas to be quiet, and he nodded in acknowledgement. “What?! Are you crazy?”

“Come with me, just for this night, and you’ll see how safe it is! Please, Tommy?” 

Considering it, he gave in with a sigh and pushed back the covers on his bed. “Fine, pass me my clothes.” With a grin, Newt hopped down, expertly pulling open one of the drawers silently and throwing some clothes to Thomas, who soon came down the metal steps as quietly as he could. 

Pulling on his sneakers, he wrung his hands together nervously as his friend grinned at him, once again showing off the missing front tooth that had fallen out a few days prior. His friends fingers latched onto the edge of their dresser, pulling it forward just enough to revel the vent hidden behind it. The metal grate covering it had been long discarded, and Newt dropped to the floor, crawling awkwardly into the gap and disappearing into the dark hole, that one would only know was there if they knew to look.

Dropping to the floor, the cold concrete pressed to his chest as he followed the boy into the darkness, cool and smooth metal finding his fingers as he followed the barely audible sounds of his friend crawling ahead of him. His heart was practically pounding in his ears, never having been one to break the rules, and he was already beginning to regret his decision to follow him.

As they made it further, Newt seemed to know the route by heart, taking a few turns here and there, before they stopped abruptly, the crown of Thomas’ head coming into contact with his friends back, who was knelt up, ear pressed to the wall as he listened. When nothing but silence was heard, he pushed it open, faint light seeping into the crack in the vents.

They were up high, glancing out across a dark cafeteria, only the blue lights of the exit signs keepings it illuminated, but he could make out the shapes of everything, glad to finally be able to see again. Turning around, the blonde lowered himself down, dangling by his fingers before dropping to the ground, a dull thud sounding, before his name was being called out in a whisper.

Peering over the edge, Thomas could see his friend with his arms held out wide, motioning around to the empty room, the corridors through the windows completely dark, the whole compound asleep, except for the two of them. “Come on, Tommy, stop being so afraid! You have to break the rules every once in a while, or life isn’t worth living!”

With a huff, he turned himself around, dangling his feet over the edge and backing himself out until his legs were hanging from the vent, and he froze, sweaty hands slipping on the metal and he gasped, trying to pull himself back up. Small hands wrapped around his ankles, pulling him backwards as he yelped, but his feet landed on the floor safely and he was stood upright, but the scowl remained on his face nonetheless. “What’d you go and do that for?”

“You needed a little push! Or pull, I guess- OW!” Thomas smacked at his friend’s arm as he teased him about yanking him from the vent, but he was grateful he did, the exhilaration and joy of having some time to enjoy themselves was finally beginning to sink in, as the fear began to give way. 

Before he had time to voice his thoughts, the vent on the other side of the room squeaked open, familiar set blonde coloured hair, but longer and braided poked out, a wide beam on her lips as she dropped to the ground. Unexpectedly, she turned back to the vent, calling out to someone; “You need a hand? It’s not that far of a drop, but-”

Before he knew it, another body dropped gracefully to the floor, hair bouncing around her shoulders as she spun, and Newt snickered while elbowing his friend. “She handled it better than you did, and she’s a girl!”

“Shut it. Sometimes girls are better at things.” He scoffed, Newt ignoring him as he dashed forward to embrace his sister, who laughed as her brother almost tackled her. His eyes drifted up to the girl Sonya had brought with her, who stood with a smile on her face watching the two siblings reunite. She must’ve felt his gaze, because her attention snapped to him, but he held himself steady and offered her a smile, walking towards her with a slight shake in his step, your eyes widening at his boldness.

He wiped his clammy hand on the side of his jeans, stopping before you and holding his hand out, a wide smile on his lips. “I’m Thomas.” You had glanced between his eyes and his hand for a second before your face broke out in a wide beam, your hand slipping into his, and the moment it did, he felt the last ounce of his fears dissipate, your smile keeping him grounded in the moment.

Thomas knew in that second, this was the first of many of these trips he’d be making with Newt, perhaps even on his own if he got to see you again. Shaking his hand firmly, you took a deep breath before speaking. “It’s nice to meet you Thomas, I’m-”

“I say we make him a runner.” Thomas snapped back as the words were spoken, his eyes opening, from when they’d closed at some point, and he used the sleeve of his top to wipe his nose, ignoring the trail of blood that followed as he sniffed harshly, pain radiating through his nostrils at the action but he ignored it, scrunching up his face slightly to stop the bleeding.

Chaos had arisen form that statement, shouts of varying opinions sounding as Gally fought to be heard above them all, Chuck chanting his name but fading out with dismay as no one joined him, ignoring him entirely.

“If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that’s fine.” Gally’s tone, however, indicated that it was not fine with him by any means, but he didn’t let that slip out. “But if there is one thing I know about the maze, it is that you do not-”

A loud blaring, an unsettlingly familiar blaring echoed across the glade, the sound perfectly clear in the stick hut as everyone once again fell into silence. Racing from the twig hut, everybody clambered behind him to get out as he followed Newt and Gally, running across the field to the centre, the box, as even those who hadn’t been there for his hearing had already dropped their work and begun to gather around it.

As he arrived behind them all, the doors had already opened, and Newt had already jumped in. The cage was empty, unlike the crowded collection of barrels and boxes he’d been shipped up here with, the only thing this time was a body sprawled out across the floor. Newt’s jaw hung slack as he looked back up to everyone, and it was almost comical to see the boy who always seemed to know what to do, looking completely lost.

“It’s a girl.” Pushing to the front of the group, Thomas’ heart all but leaped into his throat as he looked at her, her face having flashed before his eyes once before, a character in one of his dreams, about the girl he loved but whose name he couldn’t remember. “I think she’s dead.”

“What’s in her hand?”

Leaning down, cautiously and slowly, Newt dragged the object from her loose grasp with two fingers, pulling away from her carefully and unfolding the paper to reveal a note.

“She’s the last one, ever.” Silence rested thickly over them all, an ominous feeling settling in as every boy looked among one another, trying to get an understanding. “What the hell does that mean-”

With a laboured gasp, the girl shot up, and everyone jumped backwards at the sudden turn of events, her eyes rolling back as she uttered a single name before passing out again; “Thomas.”

Everybody dragged their gaze from her form to his, peering at him suspiciously, and his stomach dropped, the situation only getting worse and worse for him. Even Newt and Chuck were looking at him with narrowed eyes, analysing him and glancing between himself and her.

“Still think I’m overreacting?” The jab from Gally was painful, but expected, and Newt lifted her body from the bottom of the box, holding her for a second as he looked around at all the boys, before huffing and handing her up to Minho, Chuck, and Thomas, clearly judging them the most reasonable to hold a girl who was unconscious. The runner and the youngest quickly dashed her to the medjack hut, and Thomas lowered his hand to help pull Newt up from the box, boys lowering the top back down with a rattle, and once Newt was cleared, the concrete was soon moving to seal itself back over, a single blaring sounding in warning before it was closed again. 

“Right! Nothing to see anymore, you’ve all got things to be doing, yeah? We’ve already lost enough time today. Go make yourselves busy, or whatever..” Newt’s accent was thick as he shouted, boys quickly scurrying away and Thomas spun on his heel, but Newt’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks with a tut.

“Not you. You can come with me.” He trailed behind the second in command in silence, ducking his head as they entered the medjacks hut, one of the boys instantly coming into sight. “Why won’t she wake up?”

“Hey man, I got my job the same way you did.” He held his hands up, backing away to go and tend for Alby as he spun to face Thomas. “Do you recognise her?”

Pushing back his instincts to say he might, but he also might just be confusing her with a similar looking girl who showed up in one of his dreams, because how can he really be clear who this girl is when he didn’t remember his own name a day ago? “No.”

“Really? Because she seemed to recognise you.” He could tell Newt was biting his tongue from asking if he’d seen her in any of the dreams he’d confessed to having, knowing Newt could already tell he was lying about it but not saying anything with everyone else around, as he promised to do. 

“What about the note?”

“We can worry about the note later.” 

“I think you should worry about it now.” He’d successfully changed the subject, but it wasn’t any less stressful of a topic, the note sending a sinister chill over the population here at the prospect of not only receiving no new members, but never again receiving any supplies or assistance in survival.

“We’ve got enough to deal with at the mo-”

“No, he’s right Newt.” The gazes of both him and Newt as well as Minho fell to the boy on the other side of the bed. “The box isn’t coming back up, how long do you think we can last?”

“No one said that! Let’s not jump to any conclusions, we’ll just.. wait until she wakes up and then see what she knows.” Even as he spoke, the tremble in his voice betrayed him, giving away that he didn’t even believe his own words. “Somebody’s gotta’ have some answers around here.” As he said his final sentence, Thomas’ mind clicked, and he felt like a lightbulb went off above his head as he spun around, marching toward the doorway. “Where are you going.”

“Back into the maze.” The comment was thrown over his shoulder, and he could hear footsteps behind him as he left, recognising them as Minho’s from the long night he’d spent listening to them as they ran the stone corridors. 

“Hey, Thomas, hey. Hey!” Rounding him, he placed a hand to Thomas’ chest to halt him. “What is this with you, huh? Death wish? You just got out, and now you want back in?”

“Newt said that no one has ever seen a Griever and lived to tell about it, right?” It seemed like an obvious answer to Thomas, Minho barely gave him a nod in acknowledgment of the statement, continuing to stare at him. “Minho, now we have one. You're telling me you're not even a little bit curious?”

“Not really. No” With that, Thomas wanted to roll his eyes, but instead took a step to resume his journey, path once again being blocked. “What the plan? You’re going to go in there and dissect that thing all by yourself?”

“If I have to, yeah. Have the other runners left yet?”

Glancing over his shoulder, Minho shifted so Thomas could see, the rest of the runners sitting with Gally, chatting and shaking his hand. “The other runners quit this morning. After Alby got stung, they’re not in any hurry to get back out there. Why are you?”

“I think it’s time we find out what we’re really up against.”

“Alright, but you’re not going back out there on your own. Meet me in the woods in half an hour.” With that, Minho took off, leaving Thomas to stand there with his eyebrows furrowed. How the fuck was he supposed to tell the time? The giant clock tower in the middle of the glade that they didn’t have? Shaking his head, he took off to find the runners hut he’d been told about, twigs crunching under his feet as he trekked towards the shack. 

He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but it felt like a decent amount of time had passed, and Thomas was just giving up hope when he heard multiple sets of footsteps approaching, Minho rounding the stick-built building with three boys in tow. 

“Will this be enough?” There was a slight sarcasm to the question, and Thomas would laugh if he wasn’t so impressed by what Minho had managed to covertly pull together in half an hour. The five of them set off, jogging through the glade as him and Minho took up residence at the front, no hesitation in their step as they passed the threshold from grass to stone.

They had to slow their pace, as the other three halted, only momentarily before passing over. Whether it was from fear or simply unwilling to break the rules they lived by, Thomas only respected them more when they passed over it, joining them on the run through the looming walls towering over them. That same chill swept across them, the rock not catching the heat of the sun like the glade did, instead remaining cool no matter the weather, and he heard the others mention it as they made the short run back to where they’d left the body.

He could smell it before he could see it, the foul stench filling the air and weighing heavily on his senses before they’d even turned the corner, slowing to a stop as they walked the final distance, stopping a few metres from it. Metal appendages poked from the walls, blood and guts pooling around it’s head in a thickening mixture that had leaked from it upon being crushed.

He blocked out the chatter of the others as he assessed it, before deciding on what to do first. Taking the metal claw in his hands, he lifted the heavy limb up. “Alright, let's try and pull this out.” Several pairs of hands joined in, and the leg held steady for a moment before cracking sickeningly and detaching from the body, sending the group flying backwards as a fresh set of innards spilled and sloshed onto the floor around them.

A faint beeping sounded from the organs, wires sticking out from a chunk of flesh and before he could narrow his eyes in on it, Minho had lifted it up by the exposed circuitry, other hand grasping onto the wet flesh and dragging it off to reveal a sleek metal casing. “What the hell is that?”

“Interesting.” Minho mumbled, flipping it over to reveal the number ‘7’ illuminated in red numbers. 

“Whatever it is, can we take it back to the glade? I don’t want to meet this guys friends.” Glancing up from the device, Thomas realised just how much the shadows had fallen, the evening began to creep in as the tall walls began to darken the maze, Minho agreeing. 

“He’s right, it’s getting late.” Tucking the device into his bag, they set off on the journey back. 

“We found this. It was inside a Griever.” The group stood around, watching Newt as his own focus was on the device he’d been presented with when the group returned, using his thumb to smear some of the goop to reveal the lettering printed on it.

“These are the same letters we get on our supplies.”

“Yeah. Whoever put us here obviously made the Grievers. This is the first real clue, the first anything, you've found in over 3 years. Right, Minho?” He looked to the runner for support, finding it as the boy nodded.

“Right.”

“Newt, we gotta’ go back out there. Who knows where this might lead us.” Silence sat upon the leaders, and Newt glanced towards Gally, who had yet to speak up, silently asking for his opinion on the matter.

“You see what he's trying to do, right? First he breaks our rules.. and then he tries to convince us to abandon them totally. The rules are the only thing that has ever held us together. Why now are we questioning that?” He glanced over them all, confusion filling his tone as he asked the group why they had suddenly disregarded everything they stood for. “If Alby was here, you know he'd agree with me. This shank needs to be punished.”

“You're right.” Thomas glanced at the blonde incredulously, wondering where the admiration he’d held for their discovery only seconds ago had gone. “Thomas broke the rules. One night in the pit, and no food.”

“Come on, Newt!” Gally threw his hands up, anger replacing his confusion. “One night in the pit? Do you think that's gonna stop him from going into the maze?”

“No. And we can't just have non-runners running into the maze whenever they feel like it. So let's just make this official. Starting tomorrow, you're a runner.” Hope filled Thomas’ body, happiness lacing his mind for the first time since he had gotten here, and it was at the prospect of finally leaving.

“Wow.” Gally tuned his back to the situation, headed towards the door.

“Gally..”

“No, Fry.” Brushing his friend off, Gally left, and Thomas caught Newt’s eye, sending him a swift nod.

“Thanks, Newt.” He received no reply, but the look he was given told him everything that would’ve been said. Don’t mess this up, and don’t make me regret it.

He was soon tugged from the room by Minho, who hurriedly picked up a job and wordlessly motioned for Thomas to follow, heading for the tree lining of the woods. He was confused, barely receiving any answers each time he asked Minho where they were going, but soon the hut he knew of but was forbidden to enter came into sight. 

This time, however, Minho pushed the door open, allowing him to enter the dusty room. Before him was a large table covered by a cloth, light shining through the slim cracks in the wood to illuminate it. Boards were scattered around the room, drawings with different number sequences and coding scribbled onto each one, clothes and gear hanging from loose branches and hooks.

Pulling the sheet away, rows and rows of tiny sticks were revealed, a pattern forming as he focused in on it. “It’s the maze. All of it.”

“What do you mean, all of it? I-I thought you were still mapping it.”

“There’s nothing left to map.” Thomas felt like he’d been winded, punched in the gut, and he looked back down to the wooden model. “I’ve run every inch of it myself. Every cycle. Every pattern. If there was a way out, we would’ve found it by now.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“It was Alby’s call. People needed to believe we had a chance at getting out.” The statement made sense, and despite the dire situation and rapidly draining hope in the room, Minho’s tone remained oddly enthusiastic. “But now, we have a real chance.” Standing by his side, he held the metal device out to him, and Thomas took it, looking down at it. “Check this out. About a year ago, we started exploring these outer sections” He motioned to the wider spread outer bits, the walls further apart and less twisty, far fewer corners and longer tunnels. “We found these numbers printed on the walls. Sections one through eight. See, the way it works, is every night, when the maze changes.. it opens up a new section. So today, Section six was open. Tomorrow, it will be four, then eight, then three. The pattern always stays the same.”

“What’s so special about seven?”

“I don’t know, but last night when you killed that griever, section seven was open. Tomorrow, you and I are going to take a closer look.” Before he could ask further or respond, two breathless messengers arrived at the door, informing them that the girl was awake, and active. Dashing across the fields, they soon found her at the top of the wooden structure he’d been invited up when he’d first arrived, throwing things from the top as the boys gathered around the bottom.

Despite it all, and much to Thomas’ surprise, Newt was practically holding back his laughter at the situation as he took cover under a board with Winston. They all continued to try shouting up to her, none getting far into a sentence before being cut off with more flying objects. He did the first thing he could think of, shouting his name and announcing his arrival, the assault immediately ceasing. 

She peeped over the edge of the platform, agreeing to him coming up and only him. Stepping up, his hands found the first of the several ladders, hoisting his body up from ledge to ledge until he made it to the top one. Pushing open the trapdoor, the last thing he expected was to come face to face with the tip of a large sharp knife. 

Questions began spewing from her lips rapidly, the same ones that had been spinning in his head when he had first arrived here too, and he hushed her quietly, trying to slowly edge his way up onto the platform without startling her. “We’ve all been through this, okay? Your name will come back to you in a couple of days. It’s the one thing that-”

“Teresa.”

“What did you say?”

“My name. It’s Teresa.” She was unwavering, holding the knife out in his direction as he nodded, swallowing and thinking over his next words.

“Teresa, I’m Thomas. But you already knew that, I guess, huh?” He tried to crack a joke, though she didn’t take it, avoiding his gaze altogether.

“They said I kept saying your name in my sleep. Who are you?”

“I don't know. I can't remember.” Making his way up, he let the wooden hatch drop shut, finally up onto the ledge fully as he crouched across from her. “None of us here can remember anything. We all woke up here just like you did. Hey, I promise..” Her grip on the knife faltered for a second and he took a chance, raising his hands to it slowly and taking it in his grasp. “I'm gonna take this.” As she released her hold on the knife, he nodded, letting a smile pull at his lips, progress finally being made. “Okay.”

“What's going on up there?”

“Is she coming down?” Voices shouted out to them from below, and he’d almost forgotten they were there, standing to lean over the edge and talk to them as she continued to hide from view.

“Um.. hey, listen, you guys just give us a second, okay?” The collection of watchers cleared away, and once they were all gone, Thomas sat down, his legs hanging over the edge as he looked out towards the walls, silently inviting her to come and join him.

Her questions picked right back up where she’d left off. Where was she? Why was she here? She was just as curious as he’d been, wanting to know everything, especially about the walls surrounding them, but she was more fearful, understandably, her confusion ebbing away as Thomas tried to talk her through it all.

"’She's the last one’. What does that mean?” Finally, she had circled around to the question he’d been anticipating, his shoulders sinking.

“I'm not sure. Ever since you came up, that box hasn't gone back down. I just think it's got everyone a little worried. Especially Gally.” They looked across, seeing the builder watching them with his arms crossed, staring back at them for a moment before turning away.

“He thinks it's my fault.”

“Are you sure you don't remember anything else?” He couldn’t help it, his own curiosity getting the better of him. The questions he’d been wanting to ask her since she mumbled his name when arriving were finally too much to contain. He needed to know if she remembered anything else, anything that could help him with the girl behind his eyes, plaguing his mind.

She paused, taking a minute to decide whether to say anything, before eventually voicing her thoughts to him. “I remember water.. feeling like I was drowning. These faces staring at me. And this woman's voice saying the same thing over and over.”

"WCKD is good." Her surprised stare was enough for him to know he needed her to continue. “There’s another one, though. A louder one. Someone younger like us.. I can see her face, hear her voice so clearly in my mind, I think she was my friend.”

“Saying that something is wrong, that we need to leave? That WCKD isn’t good?”

“How did you know that?” Teresa spoke in a hushed tone, almost a whisper, as though afraid someone might hear them talking.

“Ever since I got here, I’ve been having these dreams.. well, I thought they were dreams. She was there. She tells me that it’s wrong, that everything is changing.” He felt a weight lift off of his shoulders, to tell it to someone who understands, who could relate to his worries.

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know, I only ever get pieces. They flash by, sometimes incomplete, and out of context.” 

“And the others don’t remember anything?” She questioned, but he had no answer to give her, only more questions.

“Why are we different?”

“These were in my pocket when I came up.” She had no answers for him, either, instead fishing in her pocket to produce vials, handing them over to him. Thomas smoothed his finger over the letters carved into the metal, making the connection between them and the phrase in his mind. “What if we were sent here for a reason?”

“Alby!” He scrambled to his feet, Teresa confusedly following as he descended the ladder as fast as he could, jumping down the last few steps and waiting for her to follow before bolting it across the glade towards Newt, who was lighting torches as the night began setting in. Taking the boy’s hand, he breathlessly placed the vials into his palm, the blonde looking up at him with a puzzled expression, glancing between him and Teresa, who was just approaching the boys. Placing his hands on Newt’s shoulders, he nodded at the hut behind them, offering a single word as explanation; “Alby.”

Pacing into the hut, Newt and Teresa followed as Thomas leaned over him, checking him in his unconscious state. Black veins were now crawling along his flesh, his skin sweaty and he twitched and thrashed occasionally, his body losing the fight against the infection. 

“We don't know who sent it. Or why it came up here with you. For all we know, this thing could kill him.” Newt argued, clutching the vails tightly.

“He’s already dying! Look at him! How could this possibly make it any worse?” Newt looked over his friend, who was groaning angrily, breathing laboured as he wheezed. “C’mon, it’s worth a try.”

“Alright.” He passed over one of the vials, Thomas leaning over Alby, trying to find a place to inject him. Before he could, the boy shot upright, hands clenching in Thomas’ shirt as he pulled him down. His eyes were bloodshot and crazy, unable to focus on anything around him as his teeth clenched in anger.

“You shouldn’t be here! You shouldn’t be here!” Panic set in, Newt trying to pull his friends grasp from Thomas, Teresa taking the syringe as the boys wrestled, trying to tear Thomas away. Plunging the needle into his side, the medicine immediately took affect, the raging boys body falling limp as his fingers loosened in Thomas’ top, allowing him to stumble backwards and away.

He felt the warm feeling of liquid on his upper lip, his tongue darting out as a coppery taste met his senses, and for a moment, he worried Alby had caught him across the face in the ruckus, but when an overly excessive pounding began to build, his ears ringing as the voices around him muffled and his vision blurring, he excused himself, wiping at his nose and trying to suppress the oncoming visions. 

He knew where he was supposed to be, and this time, he was willingly putting himself in his cage, needing some kind of privacy as your face began to show up in his mind once again. The second he slipped into the dark pit, the bamboo door closing behind him, he let himself collapse back on the floor. 

The scent of the regulatory shampoo you were all issued wafted into his nose as his cheek nuzzled against your hair, and somehow, it always smelled better on you, bringing him comfort. You held the tiny, dull torch up, just enough to illuminate the pages of the book as he read aloud to you, words hushed but enthusiastic as he brought each character to life.

You continued to wind the torch up, the whirring a dull hum to him as you snuggled back further into his chest, his arms tightening around you as you did so. His back to the wall, with you sitting between his legs, arms around you as he read, it was it favourite tradition. When you were younger, in the beginning of your relationship, the two of you had been able to get through a new book from this library every week, but as you grew older and gained more responsibility, and your visits decreased, you were still making your way through the same book you had been for a month and a half now. 

The light in the torch began to flicker, and you wound at it slightly faster, his own voice stopping reading as he folded the corner of the page, a sad sigh leaving your lips as it faded into darkness, leaving the two of you in the pitch black. “I thought we’d have longer, the batteries must’ve already been partly used up.” You sighed, sticking the useless plastic device back into your pocket. 

His fingers danced along the edge of the shelf you were hidden behind, tucking the book back into place before letting his hands drop to your hips, squeezing tightly before just letting them wrap around you fully, clasped and sitting on your stomach. 

His face nuzzled into the exposed skin of your neck, placing light kisses as he worked his way up until he was nuzzling at your cheek, a small laugh leaving your lips at the action and you turned your head, one of your hands raising to weave into his messy hair as his nose bumped against yours. 

Finally, you closed the gap, his lips moving softly but lovingly against yours, his hold on you tightening to hold you as close to him as he possibly could. Twisting in his arms, you shuffled blindly in the darkness, one of your legs taking place on either side of his thighs as you dropped into his lap, leaning over him. 

His tongue traced your lower lip, and you granted him access, tilting your head to the side as he sighed happily into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a lazy kiss, but it was all it needed to be at the time. Light caught your eye, and you pulled away, curses slipping from your lips as you rolled to the floor, both of you ducking down.

Still breathless and panting, your cheeks were flushed, and you could see his were too as he looked at you, the bright white light of the torches giving away enough light to see one another as it shone through the window. A guard was pacing the windows outside and you pressed yourself further into the ground. 

“They don’t patrol this corridor on a Thursday!” You were angry and upset, and despite the situation, his fingers slid across the carpet to link with yours, bringing you some kind of comfort. “If they cover this hall on Thursday, we won't be able to come to the library anymore.” 

“We can find another way, I promise.” He tried to keep his voice strong, but you both knew he was lying. This was the last day the pair of you had available to sneak out to see one another, but management had been becoming suspicious and threats had been increasing. Curfews had been moved to earlier, and security had been tripled. “We have to go, baby.”

“But, we didn’t finish the book. I don’t know how it ends.”

“You’ll find out one day, but this is our chance, and we have to go. Now.” The minute the guards light had moved on the lower section, you were on your feet, dashing towards the open vent in the roof and watching as Thomas jumped, fingers finding the edge as he pulled himself up. 

Reaching back down, your fingers laced together as he pulled you upwards, but as your foot found the wall to push yourself up, a beeping sounded at the end of the room, the door hissing open. 

Your eyes widened as his torch began moving towards you, too quickly to move away from, and in a split second decision, your other hand found his shoulder, pushing him backwards and out of sight as your hands detached. No longer holding onto you, you dropped back to the floor, a loud thud sounding and the light hit you. 

Thomas wanted to crawl forward, to expose himself with you, but the grate over the vent fell shut, his hands just about catching it as not to make any noise and for a moment your eyes glanced up, a small smile on your lips in signal before you looked back to the guard making his way towards you. 

You weren’t even questioned, a rough hand wrapping around your arm and tugging you along, dragging you further and further away from him as he panicked, unable to do anything about it. He realised as he watched you being dragged away for punishment, in that moment, that he loved you with everything he had. 

You had risked yourself to stop him from being punished, and he knew if it was the other way around, he would’ve done the same for you.

“God, can’t one of these be fun?” He grumbled to himself, running a hand over his face.

“Why can’t what be fun?” The voice startled him, and he wasn't sure how he’d managed to miss the light of the fire approaching, but Chuck sat down before him, balancing a candle in a jar on the bars. Handing a bundle of cloth and a bottle through the bars, he smiled and nodded at them. “You’ll run better on a full stomach.” 

The gesture warmed his heart, and he opened the bundle to find bread, tearing a piece off hungrily and digging in. “Thanks, Chuck.” The words were muffled around the food, and he ate quickly to try and keep it lowkey, fear of getting caught when he was supposed to be going without food, and Chuck taking the fall for it. “Hey, what have you got there?” He nodded to the wood clasped in the boys hand, and he leaned in, an excited smile on his lips as he showed Thomas the carving. “That came out pretty good, huh? What’s that for?”

“It's for my parents.”

“You remember your parents?” 

“No. I mean, I know I must have them. And wherever they are, I'm sure they miss me, but I can't miss them because I don't remember them.” Thomas wanted to speak up, he could tell the boy was putting on a brave face, and he knew the pain. You could definitely miss someone you couldn’t remember. His entire body ached with how much he missed you, and he couldn’t even remember your name.

“Chuck, I promise you, what you’re feeling is real You can miss someone you don’t know. I know it’s true, I know that-”

“Chuck? What are you still doing up? It's too late.” Both himself and the curly haired boy in front of him jumped, Newt’s intrusion sudden and startling them both. Pushing the bottle and empty rag back through the bars, he mumbled a thank you to Chuck who scooped them up before dashing off into the darkness, leaving his candle behind. “I thought we talked about you not telling anyone about that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t tell Chuck about the girl in your head. It’ll confuse him, he’s too young to have his hope shattered like that. We don’t know if you’re going to find anything out there, Tommy..” Ducking his head, he knew he was right. Chuck was far too innocent to have been dragged into all this in the first place. 

“It keeps happening, Newt. More, and more flashes of her. I thought they were dreams but they’re too real now.”

“So, your dream girl, isn’t just a dream girl anymore, eh?” There was a playful edge to his tone, and Thomas felt his cheeks heating up at the thought. 

“She’s not just my dream girl.. she was everything. I don’t even know her now, but I know that she was.” He confided, leaning his forehead against the bars, a sigh leaving his lips as Newt thought over his statement. 

“Right, well, get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, try not to let your dream girl distract you too much.” He sent a cheeky laugh in Thomas’ direction when the boy raised his head to glare at the blonde. Taking the jar, he wobbled away with the candle, the light dimming, and as it faded, his true sleepiness crept in, taking him over.

Thomas had been awake since the moment the sun had begun to light up the Glade once again. He’d watched as the light slowly crept along the cold stone walls, before making its way towards him inch by inch across the grass. The rays had yet to meet the cages he was stuck in when the telltale footfall of another began to make their way towards him, his mood lighting up as he sprung to his feet to meet the bars. 

Crouching before him was Minho, a smirk on his face as he looked at him. “Big day, greenie.” The nickname almost had him frowning, but Thomas couldn’t help the near-excited grin to pull at his lips. “You sure you don’t want to sit this one out?”

“C’mon man, get me out of here.” Fiddling with the ropes tying the door shut, they soon fell free, a hand reaching in to help him out of the pit once the door had been swung carelessly to the side. With one hand locked in Minho’s and the other scraping at the dirt, he let himself be tugged up from the shadows, standing tall and brushing himself down. 

His muscles were shouting with joy at finally stretching out form the hunched over position he’d been in, and his joints were popping happily as he exercised them. Taking a deep breath, the air was forced from him as a bundle of unfamiliar objects was forced into his chest with a shove, a scowl on his features as he looked over at his smirking friend.

Glancing down to the items he was holding onto haphazardly, the largest of them stuck out to him, an unsettling nostalgia clawing at his throat as he looked upon the worn leather. He recognised it, the same pack he’d seen strapped to Ben’s chest the first day he’d been here. He was certain the battered water bottle he was holding belonged to him too.

“You’re gonna’ want to put those on, greenie, so we can get going.” He glanced up, finding Minho pulling on his own gear, tightening the straps and ensuring it wouldn’t loosen. Following suit, he pulled the garment over his head, slotting his bottle into the strap on the back and pulling it tight to his body. 

The doors had yet to open and the rest had yet to stir, but a bread roll was pressed into his hands as Minho took off in a slow jog towards the doors they’d be leaving through, no words exchanged as he chewed on his breakfast, expecting Thomas to follow suit. The air was just beginning to warm up as the two reached the doors, the rock formations groaning heavily as metal squealed, beginning it’s separation once again.

They had yet to fully open, barely a crack big enough for them to get through before Minho took off, his body darting forwards into the shadows, his voice lost in the noise of the moving walls as he called out to Thomas. Taking off in a sprint behind him, his feet skidded on the slippery floor as he followed Minho in his first sharp turn. 

It felt like hours had passed, Thomas’ lungs burning, his throat dry as he tried to make his water last, and his legs aching when Minho finally allowed them to slow from the consistent pace they’d kept it. It was undoubtedly still a run, but no longer a sprint, and his body was already thankful for it. As he looked ahead, he could see the passageways widening, enough for light to reach as far as the floor, moss no longer growing and the walls dry. 

A number five was painted in red on one of the walls, the symbol chipping away as it weathered but was still clearly visible. Though it was clear where that section would continue on, he couldn’t see any possible way into it, the section sealed tightly shut. As was section six as they passed it by, the number on the closed stone gates faded but clear, and it wasn’t until the pair reached section seven that Thomas practically stopped in his tracks, his pace hit so slow.

It was nothing like the other sections, thought it was oddly familiar, an uneasy feeling twisting in his gut like he knew what to expect here but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Despite the light shining over it, the area felt dark to Thomas, a foreboding sense of danger hanging over him. It wasn’t until the talking of his companion reached his ears that he snapped out of his wonderment and daze, the boy having matched his pace as the two slowed to a walk. “It’s weird.”

“What?”

“Seven isn’t supposed to be open for another week.”

Clearing the passage into the section, he was met with a wide, open area, filled with tall and wide slabs of metal, reaching towards the sky. Almost all of them were facing the same direction, some stuck one way, some wedges mid-turn, but most in perfectly clean rows. “What the hell are these?”

“We call them ‘blades’.” It was a simple explanation, and it answered nothing, but Thomas had learned at this point not to push, and just take any information he could get. 

The stench of rusting metal filled the air, the silver that the ‘blades’ had originally been was giving way, almost completely taken over by the brown and orange rust that was predominantly seeping through now. They’d scarcely made it clear of the tall monuments when dashes of red caught their eyes, becoming clearer as shredded rags of cloth the nearer they got. Blood and dirt stained the material, what little scraps there was of it, and there was no mistaking what it was and who it had belonged to. 

Clicking filled the air, small whirring sounds and steady hums, dread from the mechanical haunting filling both the boys before they realised what it was. Spinning Minho around, Thomas plucked the device that they had pulled from a griever from his bag, a small flashing light that hadn’t presented itself until now was steadily flashing on and off in tune with the beeps.

They followed the crackling of the device, the beeping and flashing getting faster and faster the more they walked, until it was so fast it was almost a steady note, without interruptions. The light was once again blocked out by tall walls, coolness hanging in the air as the pair continued on, the pathway falling away at either side as it narrowed into a walkway, the stone cobbled and chipped as they continued on.

When the pathway finally picked up either side of what could only be described as a bridge, Minho pressed his hand to the rock, an angry sigh leaving his lips. “It’s just another dead en-”

The device silenced itself, a satisfying click leaving it as the red display and light switched to green, the well known sound of rock moving making the boys spin around. The rock wall before them lifted up, two more the same following behind it in a slightly delayed reaction. At the end, a circular door hissed open, the tunnel it held too dark to see in, blackness staring back at them.

Stepping forwards, water dripped down from above, moss filling the cracks in the rock, shadows falling and it was a stark contrast to the bleak and bright cleanliness of the section they’d been in only seconds prior, resembling the inner circle of the maze more than the outer.

 As they approached the dark tunnel, it became no clearer what was inside, still a mystery to them both, but they could now see the streams of slick goop that coated the entrance, running in rivulets into pools on the floor. Though it was perfectly apparent what it was, Minho still let the word fall from his mouth; “Grievers.”

As if triggered by his voice, a thin red scan roamed over both of them, the boys flinching as it did, before it retreated into the tunnel, clicking off. The same blaring as the box made sounded loudly, only amplified as it was no longer muffled by grass but echoed from the hard surface of the maze walls, the metal clicking as the stone barriers began lowering once again, assuming the Griever had finally returned to where it belonged. 

Chucking the device back to Minho, he fastened it into his bag, the two taking off in a run as the slabs of stone began to rapidly lower once again. The metal of the ‘blades’ was screeching torturously as they grated, slamming themselves closed as metal began to clang against metal, rows of them closing into narrow corridors.

Weaving through each one, Thomas tried to keep up with Minho, the blades closing faster than the boys could keep up, trapping Thomas on one side of them as they closed in order towards the stone. Pushing himself faster, he just ducked between two, his body crashing into that of his friends as they ran towards the exit. 

His head was pounding, he was barely getting enough breath in as it was before his vision started blurring, a warm wetness trickling along his upper lip and under his jaw as he cursed under his breath. With every step he took he tried to push back, all his focus on following the ever blurring shape of Minho before him as he began to stumble, his legs weakening beneath him, body shaking as the earth around him trembled and shook.

Stone was rising from the ground as the same pillar descended steadily from above to match it, and he barely had the strength in his arms to pull himself up onto the moving slab. Crawling through, the boy before him becoming just a collection of shapes, the rock so close now he could practically feel it as his body flattened to slide the last few inches, before dropping to the ground, his vision fading and his body jerking in uncoordinated spasms.

His veins felt like ice as he bit at his hand, fingers curled into a fist, as the other lay at his side. His eyes were burning, forcing him to blink as he stared at the monitors before him, silence filling the room as everyone around him continued to watch, too.

He could practically hear his own heart racing in his chest, beating about as fast as yours must’ve been as he watched you run. He’d cursed it from the moment he’d woken up, watching you jog alone today between the walls of your challenge, your partner too sick to join you as you did your daily course. 

He’d had a bad feeling from the start, and yet despite having had every part of you taken away from you the last time he’d held you, you had only rebuilt yourself as a stronger and more determined version of who you are over the last two years. As he watched, he soon came to realise that you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, though he had begun to feel like something in the room was off as the higher ups began to whisper among themselves, keyboards clicking as commands he couldn’t see were programmed. 

His work had been long discarded as he stood behind the glass to watch, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a frown. He wasn’t sure why they had spent the day monitoring you solely, normally the screens all showed different sections of your maze, and today, the rest had been discarded to follow you. Your day had passed by just fine, your run going smoothly as you ran the inner ring, before following and sweeping through the open section for your day, before making your journey back. 

 It wasn’t until he watched you round a corner, skidding to a halt metres away from one of the creatures they’d made that his heart stopped in his chest. Taking a step forward, his fist pounded against the glass, profanities and objections falling from his lips about how unfair it was, how it was the middle of the day and you had nowhere to go but deeper into the stone maze and further from safety. 

All eyes were on him as he screamed behind the barrier, sound blocked as they watched him protest but it was far too late to do anything now. They’d already issued the death sentence, it was just waiting to be carried out. Janson practically had a smirk on his face, some watching with horror as his fist came down again and again on the glass, yet it didn’t even crack, his voice not carrying through into the restricted area. His eyes fleeting met those of Doctor Paige, and for a second he almost thought he saw sorrow, pity or remorse flick across her set features, but her expression didn’t change in the slightest as she turned back to watching the scene unfold before her.

Your feet were moving as fast as they could as the creature followed, gaining on you as it crawled and jumped between walls. Ducking around a corner, it reached for you, one sharp arm sinking into your flesh as it dragged along your arms, and he could hear the sounds of your piercing screams even from the other side of the glass.

Hot tears filled his eyes as he blinked them away. The maze was closing around you, shifting and changing as it forced you deeper in, navigating your path for you. In a last ditch attempt, you ran, sliding along the ground as a piece of stone lowered, narrowly missing you and trapping the creature on the other side. He barely had time to breathe, relax or calm himself as he watched you flinch, the beast letting out a scream as it's metal appendages dug into the stone, climbing up and over the barricade. 

You took off, figuring out it’s move and dashing back towards the section you had just come from. His fists were in his hair, running through and tugging at the strands as the cement at you feet began to crack, your body lurching forwards as you stumbled.

The abomination was now on the ground, stalking towards you at high speeds as you ran, ground shaking as machinery he hadn’t even known had been there began raising up, the metal beams fastened to the wall loosening as they fell one by one. Each time they hit the ground, you were momentarily tossed a foot or so into the air from the impact, your ankles twisting each time you landed and your pace slowed as a result. 

You were tired, you were injured, and you were trapped.

Thomas felt his head spinning and blood boil as he watched you slow to a stop, turning to face the creature that continued to bound it’s way towards you. The installations in the ground rose up around you, dust clouding you for only a second as the latches fastening the metal to the wall progressively clicked away. You didn’t move, merely glancing up at the beam before returning your gaze to the beast closing in on you. 

Blood was dripping from the tips of your fingers and pooling on the ground around you, his throat raw and he sobbed and screamed, knuckles raw as he pounded at the glass and begged you to move, to run, to do something and not just wait for death. His pleas fell on deaf ears, he was the only one in the room, and you were miles away from him, away from his help. 

The heavy bar began it’s rapid fall from above, barely a second would pass before it would crush you, and barely a second before the trap they’d created would reach you and tear you apart. He had no idea which would happen, but as both neared your form, your eyes opened to look at the creature, staring it directly in the eye, and for a second he felt like you were looking at him, staring straight at him with determination, as he’d seen you do many times before.

His own eyes squeezed shut, his gaze tearing from yours as the sounds of the creation screaming out and metal crunching and smashing against rock filled his ears, before the entire room went silent, minus for the one sound he hadn’t expected to hear. The heartbeat connected to you still echoed out in the room, still beating irrationally and frantically, but it was better than a dull tone to signify your death.

Cracking his eyes open, he wiped quickly at the tears that blurred them as his palms pressed flat to the glass, breath fogging it up as he leaned in as close as he could. Layers of dust were still settling, but a watery and relieved smile spread onto his lips as he began to make out your figure, lying on the ground, a hand over your eyes to shield them from the sun as you panted, trying to breathe. 

The insides of the thing that had been chasing you were spilling out from beneath the metal, crushed as it lay silent and unmoving, and nothing but joy and an overwhelming sense of pride filled him as he watched his girl get up. It wasn’t without struggle, your arm entirely useless as you used your other hand to tug out the belt from around your waist, trying to tie it tightly to your bicep, and it pained him to see the tears streaming down your face, the way you screamed as you used it to pull your skin tight again and stop the bleeding. 

You dragged your tired feet back, away from the creature as you glanced upwards to the sky, before looking back at your watch. Everything was still on the screens, and Thomas felt his heart slowing down as he watched you relax, before movement on the far right one caught his eye. The rock walls were beginning to slide back together, and that had seemingly been revealed to you too, as you began the fastest jog you could back towards your entrance. 

Your arm was hanging limply by your side, your body exhausted as you ran, ankles twisting and slipping under you with each turn as you tried to run. The light was slipping from the walls as you traced back through the mossy tunnels, rock beginning to shift and grind as they changed, and his heart was picking up once again. 

You were so close. 

And yet, it wasn’t close enough. He’d watched as the doors of your maze closed, sealing off the faces of the girls that had gathered around to watch you, only minutes before you had rounded the corner yourself. His body was weak but he was all cried out, his throat raw as he watched with desperation when you fell to your knees before the closed stone gap, the palm of your uninjured hand pressed to the stone as you cried, hot tears finally spilling down your cheeks as they had for him.

You were bleeding out, you were trapped, and there was nowhere for you to go. You could barely stand anymore, never mind run. WCKD had killed you. They had changed the game to play with you, and your words rang clearly in his head, the last words you had said to him before losing yourself. You were right, something was wrong here, this wasn't right. What had happened wasn’t right, and he stalked from the room before any of the officials in the room had a chance to turn and gauge his reaction to your death. 

Whatever it was that had been important enough for you to get yourself cast out, sent into the trials, killed for - he had to find it.

Waking up, he shot forwards, Minho jumping back with a yelp as Thomas coughed. Wiping at his nose, his fingers came up, shakily brushing at his ears as he pulled away, a small trickle of blood leaking from one. Wiping the liquid away onto the floor, he gazed up to find a horrified runner staring down at him, Thomas’ mind spinning as he tried to contemplate everything he had just seen. 

“What the shuck was that?” He finally met his friends worried gaze when he spoke, his jaw dropping and closing several times as he tried to find the words to say, before eventually he swallowed thickly, blinking back the tears that were building behind his eyes. 

“I think she just died.”

[finding-the-daylight]

So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction): 

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish. 

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao. 

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though. 

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW. 

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO. 

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase. 

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE. 

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ? 

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need? 

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS  BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone 

 he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT  LOVE LIK THST 

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING. 

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou. 

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall  like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire 

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

 I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

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Sherlolly prompts that have been filled as of 12/22/22

A quick reminder - even though these prompts have been filled, please feel free to fill them again.  The more the merrier!

Authors and artists have filled fifty-three different prompts - some multiple times - all of which are listed below under the “Keep Reading”.

1) Art prompt:  (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking)  Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles".  Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat.  -  @sunken-standard  (Prompt fill - Sherlolly // Sixteen Candles by @simplyshelbs16xoxo) (Prompt fill – Sixteen Scandals by artbylexie, commissioned and submitted by @mizjoely) (Prompt Fill – Birthday Party in the Morgue by @dragonnan)

2) “We had chips. She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD. What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH: A kick to Tom’s butt. Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH. Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom. Molly the best man’s date. A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments. Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early). Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time). A real proposal to Molly. Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding. Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities. No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly. Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive! Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down). John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women. Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too. The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer. Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money. Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing. Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined. And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset. The End. Please note, some things can obviously be modified. -  @mychakk  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

3) AU: Molly runs away from home when her parents try to arrange a marriage for her. She wants to pursue a life that involves science and marry for love if she ever gets married at all. She meets Sherlock, who is being pressured by his family to marry a nice girl they found for him who loves science as much as he does. It will be interesting when they figure it out. -  @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill - Uncertain Terms by @geekmama)

4) Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. -  @escaily  (Prompt fill – Like Night and Day by afteriwake)

5) Rock Royalty AU.  That AU in which Mary drags Molly into an edgy rock concert of her favorite band “Baker Street Boys” even though everybody and their mother knows that indie acoustics and hippie music is Molly’s thing.  Enter Sherlock Holmes lead band member, (the type of Rock Star that sings ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ while high as a kite) famous for his electric violin solos, addict past and cold attitude.  He tries deducing the girl less likely to throw herself at him out of all the fans and finding that one concert goer who doesn’t get turned on by his music. Turns out that Molly the ‘I-said-I’m-not-a-groupie’ pathologist in training is actually an interesting girl when she’s not covering her ears, even if Sherlock needs to educate her on the finger points of violin appreciation.  Basically a fic where the Rockstar wants to turn this hater into a fan but actually ends up falling for her instead.  -  @escaily (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @welcometothelosingside)

6) The Do Over/ Time Travel Sherlolly fic that I NEED.  Let’s pretend that a destroyed Molly went to sleep the night of the infamous phone call wishing she could do it all over again, and overnight she wakes up back in Season 1 first ep.  If you could get a do over, erase all the bad things that have ever happened with the person you’ve always loved, even if it meant never having the good, would you do it? Especially if said person just broke your trust over the phone.  The moment with the riding crop, all the late nights at the morgue, chose to avoid that awful Christmas party (showed up with a boring date), change shifts the day ‘Jim from IT’ asked her out and not offer her help when Sherlock needed to fake his death.  Of course, fate still keeps throwing her together with Sherlock no matter what she tries.  “You’re not MY Sherlock, you wouldn’t understand,” she whispered at last.  “And what did your version of me have that I don’t?” “Many things, I know you think you can’t be a better person, but my Sherlock was.”  Or something around those lines where slightly-younger Sherlock feels jealous of TFP Sherlock, because in any version of history Sherlock will always end up falling in love with Molly and she’s already so attuned to his quirks that he resents the ‘other him’ for having so much time with her.  -  @escaily (Prompt fill – In a Time Lapse by @aloneiswhatihave1895 (katybaggins))

7) Spy AU : “Your agency and my agency are constantly competing and why do you keep taking over my missions?” -  @noregretsnoteasnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – At The Risk Of Falling (Off Roofs) by @lyssisbored)

8) Royalty AU : “We’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice.” -   @mousedetective (Prompt fill – I Feel Strange by @mizjoely)

9) Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays. (A fanart answer for this prompt would also be awesome!) -  @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties (Prompt fill - A Soul Captured on Canvas by @mizjoely) (Prompt Fill – A Favorite Model by @theresadunn)

10) Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” - “so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.” - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Say It With Flowers by @mizjoely)

11) Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion -  The Silent Fangirl  (Prompt fill - Doctorin’ the TARDIS by @darnedchild) (Prompt fill – A New Man by @lunaflowerlight) (Prompt fill – Molly Hooper, Travelling Companion by @mizjoely)

12) A Sherlolly version of “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Sherlock gets to see what his loved ones’ lives would be like if he never existed, realizing the positive impact he had on them when he was alive.  -  @simplyshelbs16xoxo  (Prompt fill - Strange, Isn’t It? by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

13) Something similar to “The Ransom of Red Chief”, only in this version the kidnappers have figured out that Molly Hooper is a pressure point for Sherlock Holmes.  They take her captive, intending to blackmail Sherlock or hold Molly for ransom; but Molly Hooper is having none of that nonsense.  While Sherlock works to save her, Molly finds ways to torment, injure, and outwit her captors.  Whether she escapes on her own, finds a way to let Sherlock and John know where she’s at, or ends up driving her kidnappers crazy to the point that they give up and send her back is up to the author.  Could go humorous or dark very easily. – Anonymous  (Prompt fill – Self-Rescuing Princess by @darnedchild and The Return of the Self-Rescuing Princess by @darnedchild)

14) Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag.  - @darnedchild  (Prompt fill – And Then There Were Two by @mizjoely)

15) Christmas - I would also look for England-specific things too – Christmas crackers, puddings, panto, wassail.  - @gettingovergreta  (Prompt fill – Make A List, Check it Twice by @mizjoely)

16) Valentine’s - Sherlolly Valentine’s … Sherlock requisitions a heart from Bart’s. Molly thinks nothing of it, it’s not unusual for him to … obtain body parts. What is unusual is what follows when he invites her to 221B that night … (post-ILY)  -  Anonymous (Prompt fill - Have A Heart by @mizjoely)

17) To cover her butt during New Year’s Eurus lies and tells mummy that Sherlock has a wife, and Mycroft borrows her ‘Sherlock’s wife’ excuse whenever he wants to avoid sticky topics during holidays. The lie gets bigger the more Sherlock avoids family meetings. Until December when Sherlock finds out he’s married to a forensic (E), sex addicted(E), petite (E), intelligent (M), very forgiving (M) paragon of virtue (M). Now he needs to find a stranger that fits the description before Christmas.  - @escaily  (Prompt fill – Wait, What Just Happened? by @mizjoely and Let’s Meet the Family, Shall We? By @mizjoely and You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by @mizjoely)

18) Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge”  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt fill - Water Under The Bridge by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

19) Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through”  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt fill - And I’ll See It Through by @darnedchild)

20) Song Fic:  … I’ve got a quote from a song.  “You only know you love her when you let her go.”  (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”)  -  @flowerstar5  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

21) Song Fic: Angst.  Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”.  Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out.  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Waterloo by @mizjoely)

22) Molly’s school reunion – Sherlock assumes he’ll be needed to help Molly show everyone up.  The catch:  Molly’s been a beloved peer, so it’s him who gets the obligatory “you hurt her, we’ll end you”. :)  -  @mychakk  (Prompt fill - The Time “We’ll End You” Started Things by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill - The Detective, the Pathologist, and the Prompt - Chapter 32: We’re Watching You by @writingwife-83)

23) Sherlock sees a woman on the street.  Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her.  - @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - Following Her by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr Post by @monemenges)

24) Molly loves wearing Sherlock’s house robes.  -  @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - A Seminal Moment by @geekmama)   (Prompt fill – Dis Robe by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – His Favorite by @writingwife83)

25) Molly has a piece of body piercing jewelry or a tattoo located somewhere that surprises and titillates Sherlock.  - @mel-loves-all  (Prompt fill - Stainless, Captive Bead, 11mm, 14 Gauge. by @sunken-standard)  (Prompt fill – Took You Long Enough! by @mizjoely)

26) Molly commits suicide, but only Sherlock thinks she didn’t.  He may not be wrong.  -  The Silent Fangirl (Prompt fill – Another Day, Another Faked Death by @mizjoely)

27) Fluff.  Molly has been hospitalized for whatever reason.  She decides that she is feeling better and just wants to go home. However, the hospital does not want to release her yet.  So Molly decides to leave AMA (against medical advice).  She feels she can recover at home just as well and also she is eager to get back to work. Besides, who is going to know?  This is something someone might expect from Sherlock, but not Molly.  How long before he finds out?  What is his reaction?  - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Home by @englandsgray)

28) Angst.  Molly discovers she is pregnant and is not happy about it.  Although she would love to have a baby at some point, right now is not the time.  She and Sherlock do not have a commitment and her career is going well.  She plans to terminate the pregnancy.  Sherlock finds out and tries to stop her.  He please with her to change her mind, marry him and be a family.  Is this just a control tactic or does he really love her?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill - Turn Right by @sunken-standard)

29) Molly discovers there is Sherlock Holmes RPF (Real Person Fiction) on the internet.  She’s shocked to find that someone called Sherlolly4vr74 has been writing fic about her and Sherlock, and they seem to have a dedicated fan base.  Some of the stories are very sweet and romantic, some of them are hot enough to give her NSFW ideas.  Who is Sherlolly4vr74 (Is it Anderson?  Mrs Hudson?  Mary?  John? I bet it’s John.) and is Sherlock aware of the stories?  -  @darnedchild (Prompt fill - This Love…is sweeter than fiction by @escaily) (Prompt fill – The Original Shipper by @JacobandEvie)

30) Eurus has been known to put on a persona and disguise to get close to people for information – she was Faith for Sherlock, E and the psychiatrist for John.  What if she had also spent some time around Molly prior to the events at Sherrinford?  What information would she have gleaned about her brother and his pathologist?  -  @darnedchild  (Prompt Fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @mollyhooopers)

31) Can they be R rated. Because I feel Sherlock would not muck about, with telling Molly what he would like to do to her, he would not use cute little names for all her female parts and would go into great detail, like all his cases. She would be his very serious case. Yes he would most defiantly do a lot of research on pleasing her. Write it however you are most comfortable with.  -  @oliverfel4  (Prompt Fill – Be Prepared by @mizjoely and @asteraceae-blue)

32) Sherlock and Molly are getting married!  It’s time to work on the guest list for the wedding, and suddenly they are faced with the question—Do they let Euros come, or not?  -  @celticmoonbeam (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post by @theresadunn)

33) Shipwrecked Sherlolly—Sherlock saves Molly from drowning.  -  Anonymous  (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post (TBC?) by @mizjoely)

34) Euros leads Sherlock to believe that he failed, and Molly was killed after the ILY scene. Much angst ensues as he blames himself for her loss … but then we get to see the happy reunion scene when he learns she’s alive.  - Anonymous  (Prompt fill – Part 1 by @welcometothelosingside and Part 2 by @welcometothelosingside) (Prompt fill – Unsaid by @writingwife83)

35) Mary as matchmaker.  At John and Mary’s wedding, Mary feels a little sad when they leave him alone to go dance (“What about you?”).  She decides to make it her mission to help Sherlock find a girl so he’s not alone anymore.  And this former agent has no trouble figuring out the potential between Sherlock and a certain Molly Hooper … (Up to you whether or not you want to throw in a Janine segue before she decides to set him up with Molly.  And feel free to cover Sherlock being shot!) -  @celticmoonbeam  (Prompt fill – The One Where Mary Gets Involved by @keeptheotherone)

36) Molly discovers she’s pregnant with Sherlock’s child at the worst possible time:  while she’s with his parents, being hidden away, and the two are pretending to be just friends.  Bonus if they figure it out before they’re told! -  @ noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr post by @welcometothelosingside) (Prompt fill - The Right Way, the Wrong Way and the Holmes Way by @mizjoely) (Prompt fill – Hide and Seek by @rainbow—letters)

37) After the events of TFP, Molly and Sherlock get closer. Suddenly, though, he pulls away and starts flirting with a coworker of hers, sometimes blatantly in front of her. It isn’t until an event at Barts that the truth comes out that it was all for a case.  -  @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – Tell Her About It by @mizjoely)

38) Sherlock moves in with Molly and begins perusing her book collection, picking up random books that have interesting looking covers, and the next thing Molly knows he’s turned into a fantasy buff.  - @ noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill - Stories & Stories by SimplyShelbs16xoxo)

39) Molly, unbeknownst to Sherlock, suffers from psoriasis since her teen years. This is why she’s been adamant about being more physically intimate with him, no matter how much she wants to. Fortunately for her, Sherlock doesn’t care about it at all. Could be a hard T or M rating. Loosely inspired by Loo’s own bout with the disease.  -  @violetjersey  (Prompt fill - #Balm by @hobbitsdoitbetter)

40) I have read this in one or two fics, but not really developed as a main theme of the story … so: What if Rosie wants to pair John and Molly?  How will Sherlock react and … how will he convince Rosie that Molly is for him and not for John.  I’m imagining some angst in the middle because the silly man thinks this is a wonderful idea:  Rosie gets a mummy and Molly gets a family.  In fact, Sherlock sets up a date between Molly and John while he’s babysitting Rosie.  - @kalkopyryt  (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr post by @theemptyquarto)   (Prompt fill - Destiny and the Detective by @theemptyquarto)

41) Some strange guy is bothering Molly, so she tells him that Sherlock is her fiance in order to make him stop. To her surprise, Sherlock goes along with it. Maybe he goes even further by announcing it to family and friends. Now what does Molly do?  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill – Boyfriend Material by @darnedchild)

42) Hmmm… Molly is actually very cunning (I think she is indeed canonically), she uses her doe eyes, throaty voice, and innocent smile to get away with everything. So many people fall for her tactics, Sherlock is one of them, although he has more control than the others.  -  Anonymous (Prompt fill – Behind Doe Eyes by @mizjoely)

43) For those who have OTPs in other fandoms, imagine Sherlolly in the same situation another OTP of yours was in canon. Just because I’m curious.  -  @mousedetective (Prompt fill - Untitled Tumblr Post by @lunaflowerlight)

44) Post Tom/Molly break-up (pre- or post-HLV), Molly says to Sherlock “Just when I got used to feeling wanted, he took that feeling back. Like it wasn’t mine to have. Like he gave it to me by accident.“ - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – I’m Put to Mind of All That I Wanna Be by @ukthxbye)

45) The best feeling in the world is kissing someone for the first time when you’ve really wanted to kiss them for a long time.  (No credit given) - @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties  (Prompt fill – The Best Feeling In The World by @mizjoely)

46) Fluff and Smut : After enjoying some sexy time with molly, Sherlock goes out to deal with a sudden case.  Unfortunately, he forgot to untie Molly from the bed.  Oops! - @shadowygueenbeard  (Prompt fill – Untitled Tumblr Post by @elennemigo) (Prompt fill – The Escape Artist by @mychakk)

47) A Sherlolly + Warstan double date, where Sherlolly can either be established or not!  Bonus if Mary ships it extra hard.  😉  Thank you! -  @forthegenuine  (Prompt fill – Fibber McHolmes and Molly by @mizjoely)

48) Post TFP, Sherlock moves in with Molly while waiting for 221b to be repaired.  He experiences some PTSD and Molly helps him work through it. -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill – Adrift by @englandsgray)

49) Fluff, little bit of Angst, maybe Smut : A few too many drinks and a poor sense of direction lead to Molly getting lost. She only stepped outside to clear her head, so she didn’t bring her purse or phone. After wandering around an unfamiliar area, she eventually falls asleep in a backyard or public park. A worried Sherlock goes to find her.  -   @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - My Hero by @mizjoely)

50) Fluff, maybe smut : Molly gets a pedicure.  Sherlock discovers he has a bit of a foot fetish.  -  @shadowyqueenbeard   (Prompt fill – A Shoe In by @lilsherlockian1975)

51) “What do you mean it’s a tracking device?!”  -  @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Keeping Track by @mizjoely)

52) Sherlock and Molly announce their engagement. Mycroft, for reasons of his own, offers Molly a large sum of money to break up with Sherlock. Molly is shocked. Sherlock is furious.  - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - The One Where Mycroft Offers Molly Money to Leave Sherlock by @mizjoely)

53) A strange woman shows up at 221B claiming to be Sherlock’s wife.  Is it true?  Did Sherlock delete her from his mind palace?  Or is she a delusional fan?  Or maybe it’s a scam to extort money from him?  Sherlock needs to find some answers. - @shadowyqueenbeard  (Prompt fill – There For You by @englandsgray)

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[eldritchsurveys]

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Do you love anyone who's name starts with A? >> No.

When is the last time someone of the opposite sex gave you a hug? >> ---

Who is the last person that made you smile? >> I don’t remember. I just woke up like 2 hours ago, I haven’t even seen anyone.

Do you lose interest in someone easily? >> Yeah.

Who was the last person you flirted with? >> ---

Are you dating the last person you kissed? >> I don’t “date”.

Has anyone ever asked you if you were bi polar? >> No, but I was misdiagnosed as such as a teenager.

When is the last time you cried? >> A couple of nights ago, because the neighbours woke me up at 3am with whatever the fuck they were doing outside and I was so tired and frustrated.

How many people have you given your heart to? >> LOL

Who is the last person that disappointed you? >> Meh.

What's one thing in your life that you wish you could change? >> ---

Do you fall in love easily? >> No.

Do you still talk to the person you fell the hardest for? >> ---

Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to? >> No.

Are you afraid others will judge you from reading some of your answers? >> No. If I was afraid of that, I would post privately. Tumblr does have that option.

Are you trying to avoid liking/loving somebody at the moment? >> No. I don’t even understand that.

Is there someone that you miss right now? >> No.

Have you ever given your ALL to someone who walked away? >> No.

Do you and your last ex hate each other? >> I don’t hate him.

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? >> No.

Do you think that people are trustworthy? >> I think some are and some aren’t. I also think some are in some areas but are not in other areas. Regardless, I prefer to play my cards close to my chest no matter what.

How many best friends have you had through out you life? >> ---

Who's the last person that slept over your house? >> ---

Have you ever regretted kissing someone? >> Yeah.

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life? >> I assume so, because that’s kind of just how shit works.

Has anyone ever made a difference in yours? >> Yeah.

Is someone on your mind right now? >> No.

Are you too forgiving? >> No.

Do you want someone you can't have? >> No.

Is your last ex still someone you care about? >> No.

How do you feel about your life right now? >> It’s pretty all right. I have no major complaints.

Has someone put their arm around you in the past five days? >> Inworld, yeah.

What'​​​s one thing ​you do when you're mad? >> Something completely unrelated to why I’m mad, so I can get over it.

Do you tend to fall for players? >> No.

Do you know anyone who has been arrested? >> Yeah.

Did the last person you kiss have tattoos? >> Yeah.

Are you currently sad about anything? >> No.

Do you pray to God often? >> I don’t pray to God.

How would you feel if your last ex fell in love with someone else? >> I wouldn’t feel anything. I probably wouldn’t even know about it.

Who was the last person who left your life and hurt you? >> Meh.

Do you know anyone who died of breast cancer? >> No.

How long does it take you to get over someone? >> It depends on what kind of connection I had with them. But even then, not terribly long. Not anymore.

Are your parents strict? >> ---

What are you afraid of? >> Meh.

Do people often disappoint you? >> No. Expectations would be required for that to happen.

Did you wake up in a good mood this morning? >> I woke up in a kinda bleh mood because of this damn weather, but it wasn’t a terrible mood or anything.

Are you a good liar? >> I could be.

Do you have any mental disorders? >> I don’t know.

Which one of your friends is the funniest? >> ---

Would you ever forgive your boyfriend/girlfriend for cheating on you? >> It’s not possible to cheat on me.

Are you depressed right now? >> No.

What's the worst thing about your personality? >> I don’t know. I don’t think of my personality like that.

Is there at least one ex boyfriend/girlfriend you can trust? >> No.

Are you picky about who you date? >> I don’t date.

Did you like anyone last summer? >> ---

Have you ever liked someone that all your friends hated? >> No.

Is there anyone that your texting right now? >> No.

Who was the last person that made you upset/angry? >> I don’t remember.

Do you honestly like the person you are? >> Sure.

Have you done many bad things in life? >> Eh, not too many.

Have you ever been arrested? >> No.

Who's your best friend right now? >> ---

Have your parents ever said they were disappointed in you? >> Probably.

Is there a key to your heart? >> No.

Has anyone ever stabbed you in the back? >> No.

Have you ever been called a slut? >> Maybe.

What's the most important thing in a relationship? >> I don’t know. Trust, I guess, of some sort.

Would you date someone 8 years older than you? >> ---

Have you ever broken someone's heart? >> Probably.

Have you ever kissed someone that was the same sex as you? >> Yeah.

What's worrying you right now? >> Nothing.

Do you believe in God? >> I don’t believe or disbelieve. That particular god is just irrelevant to my life.

Does it bother you if someone doesn't like you? >> No.

Would you ever take someone back after they've cheated? >> ---

Do you miss any of your old friends? >> Sometimes, but not in a way that makes me want them back in my life.

Have you ever been used before? >> Probably.

Where is the person you gave your heart to for the first time? >> ---

Do you believe that there's good in everybody? >> I don’t really think of people that way, as “good” or “bad” or whatever.

Are you the same person as you were at the beginning of the year? >> No.

Is there someone you will never forget? >> Maybe, but forgetfulness is not something that I can really control (especially if degenerative diseases get involved) so I wouldn’t know.

Has anyone ever written a song for you? >> No.

Does it annoy you when people play dumb? >> I don’t really experience that often.

If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be? >> I am marrying the last person I texted, and my name is going to remain the same.

Are you confused about anything? >> I mean, sure. But not at this exact moment.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? >> Sure.

Are you a jealous person? >> No.

Do you think you could you handle being in the military? >> No. I don’t even listen to my own orders half the time.

Would you ever quit a bad habit for someone? >> Not for them, for myself. But I might use them as a motivating factor.

When was the last time you gave your number to someone? >> ---

Have you thought about an ex today? >> Yeah, because surveys ask about that sort of thing a lot for some ass reason.

Who was the last person to compliment you? >> I don’t remember.

Are you a social butterfly or a loner? >> More on the loner side of the spectrum than the social butterfly side.

Has anyone said they love you in the last week? >> Yeah.

Do you ever think about stuff and start crying? >> Not usually, unless I’m already in a shit mood.

Are you keeping a big secret right now? >> No.

Have you ever walked on the beach at night? >> I’ve been to Coney Island and Brighton Beach at night.

Have you noticed that it's mostly girls who post bulletin surveys? >> Yeah, so?

When was the last time you felt alone? >> I don’t know. I mean, I often feel like that but it’s a low-grade kind of feeling, like the sound of distant traffic.

Do you want to be famous someday? >> No.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? >> Sure, just not necessarily from me.

Are you good at hiding your feelings? >> I think I am.

Are there currently any stressful situations in your life? >> No.

Who is the last person that said you were sexy? >> I don’t know.

Did you kiss anyone tonight? >> Tonight hasn’t happened yet.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? >> Can Calah.

At what age would you most like to get married? >> ---

How often do you type ''<3'? >> Rarely.

What if your ex found out you fell in love with another person? >> Dude.

When was the last time your mom yelled at you? >> ---

Do you trust all your friends? >> ---

Do you believe your latest ex thinks about you? >> I mean, he takes surveys and surveys keep asking about exes, so....... lmao

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life >> I would really, really, really hate to lose Can Calah. But if I did lose him, I’m pretty sure it’s because of something neither of us could control, not him “walking out of my life”.

Do you laugh a lot? >> I don’t know. What’s a lot?

Anyone say they want to be with you forever? >> Sure. That’s just a thing people say for ~teh roamance~, innit?

Could you ever be friends again with someone that broke your heart? >> ---

Do you want your ex to be happy, even if it means not being with you? >> I mean, sure. I don’t wish unhappiness on him or anything.

Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind? >> No.

Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? >> No.

When's the last time you were surprised? >> I went to grab the doorknob to my bedroom last night and there was a pair of socks on it. Sparrow had bought them at Meijer for me.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? >> Nothing? Like, why are they telling me, lmao, I don’t care.

When was the last time you were drunk? >> I don’t remember.

Ever taken a picture kissing someone? >> Probably.

Are you giving up on anyone/ anything? >> No.

Is there anyone you wouldn't mind punching at the moment? >> Not unless it was for fun.

Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? >> Why would I want to be friends with anyone who hurt me that much? I could instead be friends with people who don’t.

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? >> ---

What's something new you recently learned about yourself? >> I don’t remember.

Do your feelings get hurt easily? >> Nope.

If you see a girl with big boobs, do you automatically think shes a slut? >> What the fuck.

Why did you last cry? >> I could have sworn I talked about that on this survey already.

Would you want to know the date of your death? >> No.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? >> No.

Would you prefer a baby girl or boy? >> ---

Are you feeling guilty about anything right now? >> No.

Are you anyone's first love? >> IDFK.

Would you care if your best friend cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend? >> ---

Whats the last thing you lied about? >> I don’t know.

How old were you when you had your first relationship? >> Meh.

What was on your mind mostly today? >> Nothing specific.

Are you in love with anyone at the moment? >> No.

Have you ever been heartbroken? >> Yeah.

Who is the last person you texted? >> Sparrow.

Who do you trust with your life? >> Can Calah.

Are you very family oriented? >> No.

Are you afraid of falling in love? >> No.

Isn't it annoying when an ex doesn't leave you alone? >> That doesn’t happen to me, but I’d definitely find that annoying if it did.

Who's the last person you told I love you to? >> IDK.

Do you believe that it's best to have a friendship first and then love? >> ---

Have you ever sent a text to the wrong person? >> Nope.

Are you happy with your life right now? >> Sure.

[heaven-delight]

[INTERVIEW] TRANS: MINI MAGAZINE

 JAPAN 1st mini ALBUM RELEASE

Congratulations on releasing your first Japanese album! What did you feel like when you heard about this?

Yeri I was really excited because this song wasn’t like the ones we sang in Korea.

Wendy I still can’t believe we got to release an original song in Japan and film a music video too. When I first heard that we were going to do a Japan tour, I couldn’t believe it either, so I was nervous. 

Your new Japanese song “#CookieJar” was cute and easy to sing along to!

Seulgi The song is overflowing with energy, so we said that this was a good song from when we started practicing it. I’m happy because everybody is feeling the same energy from the song.

Irene I think it’s cute how the five of us all sing “#Cookie Jar!” So I hope everybody can get pumped up.

Wendy Even at the concerts, the crowd was really excited!

Yeri When I first learned the point choreography, I was a bit confused, but I was glad because Nakasone Rino (the choreographer) taught me how to do it in person.

Joy We first filmed the music video in the woods. Digging the dirt there was memorable. The baseline of the song is good too, so you can feel that this is a great song from the start.

Irene The lyrics use a lot of onomonopeia like “twinkle twinkle,” and "fluffy" so it helped me learn Japanese. (Laughs)

It’s been five years since your debut, and you have countless hit songs. Please choose songs or music videos that you like!

Seulgi “Ice Cream Cake.” The music video’s concept and filming it was fun, and I like the memorable songs too.

Irene For me, “Rookie!” The point dance is hard because there’s a lot of them, but it’s fun when you sing and dance to it.

Joy I like “Bad Boy” because we could try out a new concept and also because it’s about an independent and cool woman.

Irene I have a lot of memories related to “Happiness.” Dancing in a set in teh middle of a forest and eating ice cream... It’s also really hard to forget because it was our first song. 

Wendy I think “Ice Cream Cake” was the song where we got to appeal the many genres that we could do. Also, I think we were able to express the emotions of a girl falling in love for the first time vividly thanks to Yeri joining the team. When we sing it now, it has a different kind of feeling to it, and I like that too.

Did the labelmates give you any advice before your Japan debut?

Irene I haven’t been able to meet the other artists recently, but when we met at comeback stages and the like, they told us what song in the new album they liked. It felt reassuring to see that they had always kept an eye on us.

Seulgi When we go to cheer for the other artists, we study how they perform and how they interact with the fans. Recently, we went to TVXQ’s concert, and seeing how the two of them filled up a whole stadium rekindled our passion. We thought they were cool.

Lastly, leave a message for the readers of mini magazine!

Irene I’m really happy because we’re releasing a song in Japan. Please cheer for us a lot.

Seulgi I’m happy because we can meet our fans in Japan with a new song. We’ve done our best and have prepared a lot, so please look forward to it.

Joy I’m happy because we got to be interviewed by a Japanese magazine for the first time with mini magazine, and because it was a good experience. We did our best for the photoshoot. I hope I get to meet with you guys even more from now on!

Yeri (in Japanese) I wanted to be starred in a Japanese magazine from long before. (In Korean) I hope we get to do this more often.

Wendy Although we still have a long way to go, we’ll do our very best. Please give us lots of love♡

Red Velvet ♥ GIRL’S TALK...

mini magazine is focused on street fashion, so we’re focused on t-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. How many of those items do you guys own? Tell us if you collect anything, what you like and more, please!

Wendy For t-shirts, I like big and comfortable ones. I’m not that tall, so I wear high-waist jeans often. For sneakers, I’m looking for something like the Nike air max in a unique color right now!

Seulgi I really like jeans a lot! I wear a lot of those, from fitted ones to straight ones!

Yeri I like t-shirts made from good fabric, so at home, I have a heap of identical t-shirts. (Laughs)

Joy I’m into retro and vintage styles these days, so I’m looking for old-fashioned sneakers these days. I like retro Nike air maxes and old-school style jeans too.

Irene I like gym clothes, because they fit well. I wear t-shirts that look well on me often.

Who has the best sense of fashion in the team?

Seulgi Everybody has different styles, so I think we’re all fashionistars?!

Then who likes shopping the most?!

Irene Some go shopping often, while others buy everything they need at once. (Laughs)

Seulgi I’m the type of person who goes shopping often, but buys little at once. Joy and Irene are the ones who buy everything at once. Wendy and Yeri don’t go shopping often.

Wendy I’m the type of person who thinks a lot before buying something, so I shop on the web usually. There’s always something in my online shopping cart. (Laughs)

It looks like you all are into vintage things.

Joy Because they’re one of a kind, it’s fun to look for them too.

Seulgi When I first bought one, the other members were like “What’s this?” But it seems like they’ve all started to fall in love with its charms. (Laughs)

Please explain the different styles of the other members!

Joy When Seulgi tries a new fashion style on, even if it’s a puzzling item, she wears it well, and confidently enjoys it. I think that’s cool.

Wendy Seulgi tires even more clothes on while experimenting with fashion, so she’s a fashionista! (Laughs)

Seulgi Thank you very much. (Laughs) Irene likes clean fashion, so I think that goes along well with her personality. 

Wendy Yeri also has her own style, right? Sometimes, I doubt whether the clothes are going to look well on her, but she pulls it off well. (Laughs)

Yeri (Laughs) Wendy looks well in street fashion, so I wish she’d wear it everyday!

Joy Someone explain my style too~!! (Laughs)

Wendy Before, Joy liked feminine clothes, but recently she’s interested in trying on various fashion items!

Seulgi I bought a lot of things from the vintage shops in Japan. I want to see her try them on soon♡

What do you think is cute about Korean and Japanese fashion?

Yeri I thought that Japan had lots of colorful clothes. In Korea, the fashion magazines write more about monochrome fashion compared to pastel colors. Both are cute.

Seulgi Before, I thought Korean and Japanese fashion was really different, but recently, I think the’re growing alike. Is it because the two cultures mixed with each other and took in the good parts of others?

Yeah! The two countries’ street styles look alike! By the way, could you tell us what kind of makeup you’re into these days?

Wendy I’m into coral colored makeup. I like makeup that doesn’t use eyeliner much and accentuates the eyeshadow colors. You can find this style a lot in the Japanese magazines too. 

Irene I like dont’ like heavy makeup too. I do simple make up that shows who I am naturally.

Your makeup looks really cute today♡

Wendy (in Japanese, loudly) Oh~~~ Thank you so much, hairdressers and makeup artists~!!

All of you have great skin. What kind of skincare do you guys do?

Joy I only wear makeup for work, to let my skin rest, and I always wear sunblock. I also use aloe lotion too.

Irene I also don’t wear makeup usually. And going to the dermitologist often! I guess that’s it? (Laughs)

Do you do anything to keep in shape?

Irene I like working out, so when I have time, I move my body a lot. 

Joy I eat once or twice a day, and try to keep my stomach empty for certain amounts of time.

Yeri I ate avocados and salmonsㅡwhich I loveㅡa lot.

Seulgi Whenever you go out, you have to dress up well. If you wear fittd clothes instead of baggy ones, you can know how your body changes. Once you know that, you can’t help but to start caring about that.

How do you split the rooms up at the dorms? And tell us the fun things about living together!

Irene Joy and Yeri, Seulgi and Wendy room together, and I have my own room.

Yeri We’re always pumped up when we come back home after practices, right?

Seulgi Don’t we get the loudest when we eat something that someone else ordered in together?! (Laughs)

By the way, how do you choose what to eat?!

Wendy When someone has something they want to eat, they order it and the other members join in ♡

[saralikelily]

Tumblr meme: top 10* songs I can't stop listening to

Tagged by the delightful @bumble-b-goode. Most of the songs I listen to repeatedly I listen to in order to sing them, really really loud, as a kind of cathartic self-therapy. Or they're to feel. These change all the time. For this, I'm listing stuff from the last few months, in no particular order, and I'm just gonna list stuff till I get bored, because it's fun to listen to stuff. All of these should be listened to as loud as possible. Listen to them on Apple Music if you can for the best quality, but these are youtube links for ease of listening.

Here's a YouTube playlist.

Mountain Man - Holy Father (best rounds outside of bach. simple enough you can even add your own harmonies.)

Bon Iver - 715 - Creeks (bon iver is... troublesome, sometimes, but this new instrument played this way stirs my soul.)

Beirut - Scenic World

Fuck Buttons - Sweet Love for Planet Earth (saw them live open for deerhoof like a billion years ago, not knowing who they were. they stole the show. second loudest performance i've ever seen.)

The Album Leaf - Story Board

The Appleseed Cast - Hello Dearest Love (The Appleseed Cast and The Album Leaf are bands I deeply love, and of which literally no one I know outside of the person who introduced me to them knows about. They're still around.)

Angelite & Moscow Art Trio & Huun-Huur-Tu - Sunrise (this entire collab is fucking... "incredible" isn't right. it part of some deeply universal shit, something elevated above, and it's part of a tradition that's just apart from most stuff most people in the west listen to. Of all the songs on this list this is the one I most want you to listen to.)

Dan Deacon - Red F (Went to a Dan Deacon show once where he played opposite some famous band, which I forget, because he set up in the middle of the audience, played a song after they did, and eventually stole the show and turned the whole venue into a dance party where we paraded outside of the venue, around the side, back through the front door, all dancing and holding hands with strangers. It was better than any church I've been to.)

Firebrand Boy - Famous (I love Firebrand Boy. It's so gentle.)

The Flashbulb - Eight Empty Beds (Aphex Twin-level solo piano work.)

Jeff Buckley - Be Your Husband (the live version. If this doesn't stir something in your soul to move and stomp or clap you should probably go talk to someone.)

The Tallest Man On Earth - Kids on the Run

Trash80 - At Teh Disko (This is weird, but 8bit music is visceral for me. I started self-discovering music with MP3.com in 1998, right with the rising tide of cheap software for making electronic music, so this kind of thing, with 303 Infinity and The Cynic Project, rock my world in a way I suppose a lot of younger people might see as simple or basic.)

AGST - Synergy (This came up in an apple music playlist and blew my mind. The resolution from the fuzzy grainy sound to the clarity of the chorus is a drug.)

Henryk Górecki - Amen for chorus, Op. 35 (Górecki is a pioneer of "holy minimalism," a midcentury movement in classical music that sought to return to the ideal of music that could be produced by simple instruments and small churches, with simple structures, but that created powerful holy connections. This song is the distillation of that movement.)

Henryk Górecki (The King's Singers) - Totus tuus (This shit is bananas.)

Heinrich Schütz (Choir of Trinity College) - Selig sind die Toten, SWV 391 (choral music is one of the few universally good creations of humankind.)

Diet Cig - Harvard (I love these two.)

Francis and the Lights - See Her Out (Francis is doing good.)

Frightened Rabbit - Death Dream (TW CW: Suicide. This is a seriously powerful song about someone finding a suicide victim, written and performed by someone who later committed suicide. I have a deeply personal relationship with this song.)

Japandroids - Continuous Thunder (Anthem rock done right, with just two people. I think I find rock music made with two people somehow more compelling than three.)

Julien Baker - Rejoice (Julien Baker makes stuff I feel really close to. Consistently. This song is one you can just... holler right till your voice cracks, then keep going.)

Lord Huron - Meet Me In The Woods (This is Night In The Woods in musical form. It's perfect.)

Novo Amor & Ed Tullett - Amateur Blood (Gentler than Bon Iver, and prettier.)

pronoun - snowed in // there's no one new around you

Gregorio Allegri - Miserere (This is the most reliable song to lower my blood pressure and calm me down.)

William Basinski - The Disintegration Loops (These are hours-long single songs made by editing tape. They're very much drone, and perfect to work to. They're too long for YT tho.)

The entire album "Selected Chants of the Russian Orthodox Church" by the Monks Choir of Kiev Pechersk Monastery. (Herzog used them for the soundtrack to Into the Inferno.)

I'm leaving off a lot of turn of the millennium pop punk/emo because it's good but it doesn't swing my soul about the way it used to, because I think that had a lot more to do with my soul at the time, and its local climate, than with the music itself.

Don’t feel obligated, but for funsies, I tag @spseyler @worksofgenius @everybody-walk-the-dinosaur @mondriankite @insertsexualnamehere @benegesserit @surreal @p0ttedplant.

[toadeyes-miqote]

A name means nothing on the battlefield. But that's probably the nanomachines at work.

MaIGitEk GeAr!!! sEpcOps ArChoN!!! TeH BOx Is @ liE!!! aLl yOUr bASe aRe bElonGs tO LuTeBoW CoEuRl! ShArLaYeN iS gOiNg tHrOugh sOmE LaLillOLelO!!

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"This is Lahabrea." (No, this is Thancred. that smirk though.) The best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. shutup and take the last few days of my sub time. I want to go back to warmer climes before my sub ends for this season.

Run away.

Had to remember how to Solid Snake. Got it right on the second time. Time the magitek's movement pattern for taking down the soldiers or control panels. Risk a bit for the dogs.

Because someone went The Boss and give us Metal Gear Thancred.

My WoL's codename is Lutebow Coeurl to match her Dark knight's current Lvl 50 theme. Lutebow Gaelicat seems kinda too cute. So It was either that or Lutebow Miqo'te. Thanks Ocelot! That skypirate/cryptlurker coat finally comes in handy now. Gaius are you channeling Ocelot? or Big Boss in one of the MGS I can't play?

Was thinking of going Raiden what with all my Ironworks and Scaevan gear usually kept for the Castum based battles, but it was standing out too much for the Garlean aid theme, the concept behind it was "Out of contol lightup Magitek armour running amok, scares Garleans more than spikey goth armour" Will have to apologise to Cid for using his tech to scare people.

I even prepared an outfit for Zenos and it ain't even Nanomachines. Everybody is getting Ocelot gear because its just easier when I can't Raiden and Nier denied me Liquid's coat.... Excuse me while I check the chance of Zenos-WoL getting a Liquid theme outfit.

Since Metal Gear was English to me. I'm not using the JP cast for this trip. Unless we can Ghost in the shell?

This is probably not the Van Helsing glamour you're saving for. Both Bard Boys in the background in Adder gear

"Something over there? Just a box..."

I don't feel like bullying Emmanellain, the whole Ala Mihgo gathering, it felt like Thancred was staring at Emmanellain. I have this headcannon that because of how cleaned up and suave Thancred now looks, Emmanellain does not recognised him but is mildy wary of Thancred.

And what with Emmanellain trying to hide behind WoL/looking for a friendly face. His brother's friends Aymeric and Estinien are probably too intimidating for him. He knows he out of his league in a room full of badasses. He may be an idiot but he's her idiot brother now.

Thancred, being Thancred the social butterfly that I know him to be since ARR. Drawing in G'raha to the team(also possibly why Urianger sticks to him, post ShB shitstorm) and Estinien has no complaints. He's in charge of the socially awkward people. So him, Lucia, Yugiri and Riol makes up quite a big intel network. Lahabrea picked the right guy to possess after all.

I do the big Gathering post of who's who later.

Ok fine. My WoL went Railgun any Castum/factory fights, its a big surfboard like huge for a puny Miqo'te. We biribiri now? Or is that Emet of the multiple bodies?

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

tazchat: the eleventh hour, chapter two

—god i love roswell. best bird

—roswell is so cute i love that character design!!!

—magnus desperately sucking up to roswell by building a bench/superchair is so good and also the most relatable thing ever

—OH FUCK THIS IS THE ARC WHERE THERE’S AN EPISODE THEY’RE ALL TOGETHER FOR let’s get ready

—i just saved the map!! which i still love but WHY did he use papyrus on it

—“you’re just so fucking good at furniture”

—“dj jazzy jeff style” as a recurring descriptor in this show is fucking absurd

—Cassidy Is Good

—“admittedly, this is the best [merle’s evangelism] has ever gone.” / “we’re 30 seconds in, mags.”

—SET OFF AN ALARM IN THE FIRST HALF HOUR OF BEING IN TOWN

—“we have a rogue—“ / “that’s not gonna help; we can’t unring a bell, boys!”

—“they look like they’re in Fuck-You-Up mode.”

—“i wouldn’t trust ‘em as far as i can throw ‘em! and i can throw ‘em pretty far!”

—really interesting how magnus keeps steering conversations towards honesty? and even exchanges thereof? i’m into it but like it’s definitely one of the signals that we’ve landed in Oh Yeah Here’s Their Actual Characterization, along w/ consistent character voices for mags and merle

—merle’s canonically been to jail and we need to talk about it

—roswell The Song is kind of a jam

—“WAS THAT GERBLIN?”

—“the issue is you used thievesCANT. i’m gonna use theivesCAN.”

—“good improv cassidy way to say yes.”

—“marchus burchins.” / “got it in one!”

—“it protects us from the outside world! it was gettin’ kinda hairy out there.”

—straight up griffin set this up as a Magnus Arc (retrospectively obviously considering the plans w/ the chalice, the setting meant to appeal to travis’ sensibilities, rustic hospitality) ... so like the emphasis on protection is SO GOOD

—“like... if you wanna leave, we can leave.”

—mags and taako speaking elvish w/ each other is Very Good and i do love the fanon that it’s the same exact weird merge of dialects from the twins being like. thrown around as kids that mags picked up at the institute

—“you guys aren’t narcs, are ya?” / “YOU narced US!”

—“i don’t wanna go rogue this early on.” / “but if we help we can win them over!”

—THE FUCKING FAILED PERCEPTION CHECKS

—clint voice I KINDA WADDLE every time

magnus does his thing

—“YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN HERE FOR 45 MINUTES WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU BRING WITH YOU!” / “see what we can do in an hour!” IT’S LIKE RAIIIIIIIN ON YA WEDDING DAY

—You Give Them The Medicine Of Not Being On Fire Anymore

—taako refuses to fuck up his new skirt gay icon

—there is a dark elf woman 😍 and she is dead 😟

—“and they are dead” as an almost apathetic suffix to every sentence is so fucking excellent rhetorically good narration griffin

—just shish kebabin these dudes. i got the word “shish kebab” banned from an elementary school district that i wasn’t even going to school in back in the third grade

—with wonder, “who—are you?”

—“i’m gonna tattoo your spellcasting modifier to the inside of your eyelids.”

—it’s so fun how everybody except for clint knows that merle is gay

—“this hour...” fuck i love this arc

—“tell me where the FUCK you came from.”

—“a chalice? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” / “NEITHER DO I!”

—“and there’s nothing i can do?”

—FIRST USE OF “WONT” BY GRIFFIN

—“ditto did you base this on majora’s mask?” and you can HEAR the joy in his voice

—and there’s something about the dying that feels... familiar.

—and then you wake up!

—THEY’RE SO EXCITED FOR A MAJORA’S MASK ARC!!! I LOVE TEH SO MUCH!!!! GOD!!!

—oh my god remember when jvn was on maxfun