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cherry-velvet-skies · 2 years ago

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I'm bored and depressed so let's rate each of the Beatles different eras based on how they looked because I can't think of anything else that would make me happier right now 🤭💕

I'm doing this individually, and we're starting with George because where the fuck else would we start but with our resident It Girl 💅🏻

Teddy Bear (Pre-Beatles Era)

I'm not a huge fan of the Teddy Era myself but I have no choice but to respect it, as George does look good

This is the only time his hair is up instead of down during Beatles Era but it's still cute

He knew what look he wanted and stuck with it. I admire the dedication.

7/10 because if I saw him at a party or something he would definitely catch my attention

Bowl (1962-63)

I'm not a fan and honestly I don't think George was either

As we know he hated having his hair cut, and they gave him the most cringe hairstyle ever and he just had to deal with it

But since he's George and he looks cute regardless it doesn't look as bad as it should have lmao

6.5/10 because George will never receive less than a 6 he is physically incapable of looking bad. The extra half point is also because I find the unibrow quite endearing 🤭

Mop Top (1964-65)

Out of all the bowl-cut renditions this one is by far my fave

Every time I rewatch AHDN and Help! I can't get over how cute he looks

When it would get messy and become Onion Hair™️ >>> (see Beatles For Sale album cover for reference)

7.5/10 because it's cute but not my all-time favorite George era. Would definitely be an honorable mention though

Shaggy (1966)

Softest era yet tbh

This was around the time they went to India so it's very clear that George is soon going to enter his truest form

They're not pictured, but this was also the era of the tiny circle sunglasses, which were an unbelievable serve

9/10 and I want to kiss him on the tip of his nose

Spiritual Awakening (1967)

yes Yes YES

Long hair + mustache combo = hot sexy realness

I must also address the fact that I never thought facial hair was attractive until George. That's how much I love this

10000/10 absolutely perfect no complaints ever I'm in love 😍

Victorian Vampire Realness (1968)

Also known as Cherry's Gender Goals

The only era where I can say I actually look like him 😌

I feel like it's missing something with the lack of facial hair, but the difference is not that significant

9/10 based on vibes alone, and I only deducted a point because I simultaneously want to be him and be with him. This confuses me.

Get Up and Go (1969) (pls tell me you get that reference)

I hope to someday be even a percentage of how stylish this man is

The grown out shag and mustache does something to me 🥴

I watch the scene of him practicing his slide routine wayyy more than I should...

120000/10 I wanna run my fingers through his hair while we make out

Hippie Jesus (1970)

There are several versions of this look, and the ones where his hair is a bit shorter is the preferred one for me.

Here, however, he looks like a whimsical forest entity and I have a certain appreciation for that

He looks very warm and cozy and that makes me want to hug him. I feel he would give amazing hugs 🥰

7.5/10 and I want to braid his hair

Sophisticated Gardener (1971-72)

Okay. HEAR ME OUT.

I'M NOT A FAN OF BEARDS. We have already discussed that. SO WHY THE FUCK AM I SO ATTRACTED TO THIS

I do not like how hot he looks like this. It confuses me to the point that it turns me on even more.

43625749/10 I wanna lay on a blanket in his garden and make love for hours 🥵🥵🥵

Pantene Commercial Applicant (1973)

DO YOU SEE HOW GLORIOUS HIS HAIR LOOKS

Paired with a mustache and oh my god I am on my knees

He also looks amazing in hats. Any and all hats 😁

100/10 he looks majestic and I wanna know his hair care routine

Dark Horse Gender Thief (1974-75)

Alright listen here bitch (affectionate)

If I don't look like this or exude this energy at some point in my life I am going to be very upset

The BDE is off the charts and the proof of existence is irrefutable.

1000/10 he's sexy and we ALL know it. In my mind we're kissing on the mouth but whatever 😤

Crackerbox Poodle (1976)

soft bby

wanna have tea and cookies with him (I don't even like tea but I would do it for him)

cuddles and blankets on cold winter days ftw

10/10 he would get me out of a depressive episode when no one else could 🥺💕

Permalicious (1977-78)

Dilf (Literally. This was around the time Dhani was born)

Not a huge fan of perms but he still looks cool

The was also the continuation of the cardigan era from '76 so let's just say now I'm picking up on some hipster vibes if you know what I mean

9.5/10 I'd let him take me on a museum date and then to an overpriced coffee shop (I don't like coffee either but you get it). Would probably make out with him too.

Mullet Dad(dy) (1979-80)

Hawaiian shirts and tacky necklaces we love to see it

THE EARRINGS OH MY GOD THE EARRINGS

He was so handsome in this era AND FOR WHAT

10/10 I'd sleep with him if he wanted me to

Inverted Bowl (1981-83)

George bby what happened

Like Bowl but spiky(?)

Doesn't look terrible but it was the 80s what do you expect

7/10 and those points are mostly coming from the pattern on the shirt and the overwhelming dilf energy

Long Lost Full House Character (1984-85)

This look is so 80s but I'm not mad at it

I didn't like it at first but the more I stare at it the more I fall in love with it

That could just be the power of George regardless of what he looks like but are we really gonna act surprised about that

50/10 he would 100% be able to seduce me by doing absolutely nothing

Oof (1986)

Teddy Boy? More like Teddy Middle-Aged Man 😳

Babe what did you do

Still got a cute face but I don't know what to make of this hairstyle

7/10 this one and Inverted Bowl are in a race to the bottom lmao

Author's Photo at the End of the Book (1987)

The dilfiest dilf to ever dilf oh mY GOD 🥴

He looks like a college professor and when I tell you I would have PERFECT attendance (there's a fic on AO3 about that if you're interested)

When I say I like older men THIS IS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN

36842957/10 Making love to this man would be one of the best experiences of my life. I've never wanted to fuck a man in his forties so badly PLEASE he would make me feel so loved and appreciated I JUST KNOW IT 🥵

Nelson Wilbury (1988-90)

You already know (Dilf)

The End of the Line and Handle With Care MVs are something that can be so personal

He could talk to me about trees for hours and I would never get bored

13498275/10 We're fucking and then taking a hot bath afterwards sorry I don't make the rules

Businessman Couture (1991-93)

If you saw the previous rating of this era no you didn't

I don't know what I was on he's so fucking hot

He still looks like a college professor but I'm not gonna pretend for one second that I ain't into that shit

49527428/10 I orginally had this at a 6.5/10 and I feel like I have to apologize to some higher power out there for the carnal sin I committed. I should've chosen a photo from 1992 specifically but I didn't and I feel that was a mistake. He has ruined my standards for men.

Cool Guru (1994-97)

The long hair has made a comeback I love it so much 💕

Literally has the most warm and welcoming energy I have ever seen. If he hugged me I would probably start crying

Seems like he would enjoy those sweet romantic park lunch dates 🥰

9.5/10 I would take a meditation class with him

Wholesome Dad (1998-∞)

Deserves all the love and appreciation

Would definitely be constantly creating new recipes for the food from his garden

He knew the real meaning of life and we all could learn a thing or two from him

100/10 the vibes are immaculate and I wish I could give him a hug 🥺💕🥰

#This took me way too long lmao #I will do the other members at some point don't worry #Tag yourself I'm Dark Horse Gender Thief for obvious reasons #george harrison #the beatles #beatles #ringo starr #john lennon #paul mccartney

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 2 years ago

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I’m so happy you enjoyed the gifs lol, he is very gorgeous. Kind of wish he would bring back the long hair + beard combo.. 🥺😅 What’s your favorite look of his, if I may ask?

Well. WELL. Since you asked so damn nicely!! Disclaimer: none of these gifs or pictures are mine! I’m not that clever.

The beard and long hair was definitely a look, ok? But then I would not toss this man out of bed no matter what he looked like.

This man in a suit literally blind me. Example:

And also how he was dressed for that Burberry short makes me swoon and moan out loud. Not even embarrassed. I said what I said. Look 👀👇🏻

Then we have his Billy Johnson era and…the character as well, I’d die for him. He made some mistakes, but overall he wasn’t a bad person, selfish, yes. Made poor decisions, yes. (Sounds like my type tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️)

We have the Gabriel’O Malley stage that just set me on fire. 🔥

His look in The Revenant 🫠

And let’s not forget our very polished, immaculate, wonderful, traumatised, angry, not very strategically sound, wants to impress his dad, General Armitage Hux.

This man is literally boyfriend, husband, lover shaped no matter what he looks like!!

I could have carried this on but Tumblr only lets you add 10 photos 🙃 sort it out Tumblr.

Thank for engaging and getting me to talk about my most favourite human on the planet 🥰

#anon answered #domhnall gleeson

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cas-backwards-tie · 2 years ago

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Congratulations!!! You deserve all the followers! 💗

Do you think Mills or Flip rocks the middle part better?

Do you prefer bearded SNL Kylo or shaved Kylo?

Do you go for long haired villains like Jacques or short haired good guys like Ronnie lol?

Do you like nerdy like Gucci or rugged like Flip?

Speaking of long hair, do you think Jacques or Clyde does it better?

Would you rather he be super hot in a movie but play the villain and die, or look meh and be the good guy and live?

Thank you so much, Shannon! 🥹🫂 Have I earned the right to call you, Shan? Idk if that’s a nickname you like to go by or not but I thought I’d try it ❤️ and omg you went all out! Ahhh 😄🥰

Admittedly, I instinctively went to Millie Bobby Brown when I first read that and was confused until I saw the gif and remembered about how 65 is coming out soon! 🙌🏻🎉 Oof, bringing the hard questions I see. 🤔 I’m gonna have to go with Flip, simply because it’s a little more styled and has a little bit of wave to it 💕 it somehow feels more natural, as opposed to some of the clips from 65 look like they tried to straighten it a bit and I don’t know, that’s just my take! Wbu?

This is a funny question because lately I have noticed the guys I’ve been making moves on recently have been more bearded than not, but I actually prefer clean-shaven Kylo 🥹 Maybe it’s because of his chin, or the way it slightly elongates his face and extenuates his scar, or makes him look younger, or even simply because the goatee/mustache combo isn’t always my fave… but clean-shaven for sure ❤️

This next question is tripping me up because I feel like Kylo would be considered long-haired and 😫😭👏🏻 he’s my favorite- my boy, my honey- the one I relate to most. Another villain that I could think of, because admittedly I still never finished The Last Duel… is Jafar, and he’s a catch too (look-wise at least), but in my own life I’d say I tend to go for more short-haired good guys like Ronnie!

This one is also hard (albeit I also had to look up the definition of rugged simply bc I wanted to know what it is rather than go by what I vaguely know it as/the vibe) cause I could go both ways, again. I feel the boys I’ve tended to like throughout life have mostly fallen under the nerdy category (granted I also have yet to see House of Gucci 😭 don’t kill me 🙈), but I’m never opposed to a rugged man. I live and love for rugged men, tbh.

Mm… I don’t know if it’s because I feel like Clyde’s style suits him in a more natural-looking way, because Jacques has really beautiful hair as well- and it could also be length, perhaps, but I think I’d go with Clyde 🥹

I mean… 👀🤧😵‍💫🙊😭🙈 could we not just say (TROS?) Anyhow, I would probably just say super hot villain simply because I think he does an interesting job as the villain and is super compelling to watch. Either way I’d be happy, because in my eyes he always looks ‘super hot’, but good guys are overrated imo. When it comes to acting, at least.

Thank you so so much for asking all these wonderful questions, Shannon! I hope you’re having an amazing start to the year and are doing well ❤️ I’d love to catch up sometime soon! I appreciate your support and friendship, always.

Send Me Two Things and I’ll Pick One

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 2 years ago

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Meet AU Sami Zayn ("A Sacred Place")

A quick write-up of AU Sami Zayn from my WIP - "A Sacred Place"

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Name: Maester Samuel “Sami” Zayn Birthday: October 2nd of some year in the past Position: Keeper of the Forbidden Archives Hometown: Unknown, raised in an orphanage in the South. Confirmation Name: Estaban (After Saint Stephen, he was confirmed in the Far South [Mexico]) Hair: Short, ginger curls and a well-trimmed beard/mustache combo Eyes: Dark hazel with a devious twinkle Height: 6’4” Build: Crouching skinny, hidden muscle Sexuality: Queer Favorite Color: Red Favorite Type of Music: Worship Rock Weapon of Choice: Knowledge Languages Spoken: Fluent in English, Latin, Arabic, Spanish, French, and knows a great deal of Greek (but isn’t fluent). Important Quote: “You’d be surprised what you can find in the archives...” Interests/Hobbies: He’s spent the past several years writing a “holy book” that pulls from a wide range of forbidden records and texts. He also is a hell of a cook, although he doesn’t always eat what he cooks (he’s vegan but respects that others aren’t). Also, he really likes making cupcakes. Days Off: The forbidden archives are closed on Mondays, Fridays, Sundays, and all holidays and days of rest.

Samuel “Sami” Zayn is the biggest little shit you will ever meet, and you can’t help but think he’s proud of that. With a devious smile that is hiding at least thirty secrets at any given point in time the only thing that is unquestionable about him is that he loves Kevin Owens with all his heart although you will never get him to say it in those three little words. Outside of that, it’s known that he’s the keeper of the Forbidden Archives at The Hallowed Grounds of The Great Matriarch. According to him, he’s a Maester (a very high-ranked Scholar) and he was hand-picked by his predecessor before he returned to London ten years earlier.

Not much else about Sami is known for certain. He has no known family, claiming to have been raised in an orphanage in the South. (Mexico.) Supposedly he ran away at the age of 13 to travel north for an education but, as high-ranked an official as he claims to be, he looks far younger than he should. And don’t bother asking for his age, he’ll never tell you. Actually, he won’t answer most questions posed to him; despite working in a library, he’s not very forthcoming with any information.

It’s obvious he has a gift for reading people, but how much of it is deduction and how much is telepathy isn’t clear. He definitely knows things he shouldn’t but then, being the keeper of the banned books, he would. As far as personality goes, he’s probably the nicest jerk in the world. It’s easy to see he views himself as the smartest person in any room he’s in but he’s never cruel about it. Mostly he’s just the sort of person who will drive you nuts, but you find yourself liking him despite yourself. At least, that’s how Ruth views him.

Kevin, meanwhile, thinks Sami is the most wonderful person in the world and by the time Ruth meets them, the couple has been dating (in secret) for two years. That alone is cause for concern. Malamators (Homosexuals) are heavily persecuted in this world but being classified as a sexual deviant on top of possessing seemingly supernatural abilities and being a self-admitted non-Christian, it’s probably a good thing that Sami is so secretive.

It’s the only thing keeping him alive.

His Confirmation/Saint name is Esteban, the Spanish version of Stephen. He claims he didn’t choose it and that he isn’t fond of most of the Saints named Stephen but then, how would he possibly know what they were like? So many questions and so few answers...

#A Sacred Place #Fanfiction #Shanie's Fanfic

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sableseb · 3 years ago

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Alright, from 2006 to now hes had a ton of wonderful characters and amazing looks so this was difficult... I feel like Frank definitely in my tops, that fluffy hair & his beard 🤤

But also him in glasses 🥵☠

I tried, I'm sorry 😅

OOF. We love the beard and hair combo...like a lot...

(dry humping and mention of anal below)

2017 Sebastian...He's SUCH an ass man. Summer would be his favorite time of year because you'd wear these really pretty sundresses that are a tad too tiny. He wouldn't keep his eyes away from the sway of your hips and your legs that just beg to be caressed and kissed. When you'd bend over to retrieve anything, like something from the cabinets or a stray sock that fell from the laundry basket, he's right behind you. He'd grab your hips to hold you bent over while flipping the skirt of your dress up to admire what's his. What'd I tell you about wearing panties, peach? He would want to keep you bare beneath every dress and skirt you wear. After he'd pull your underwear down to your ankles, you'd get spanked for hiding that pretty ass and pussy from his immediate view. He'd watch as the flesh bounces when he lands a smack to each cheek, enjoying how easily your skin inflames. Then, he'd yank you back against the bulge that's straining against his jeans. He'd rub himself along the slit of your cunt, pulling your ass apart to see how good he works you over while still being confined in his pants. You're soaked, nasty girl. You'd leave wet spots all along the light wash denim as you meet his dry thrusts, humping his erection until you find the perfect angle to bump your clit just right. You'd cum with a whine and shaky legs. Then, you'd feel the tip of his cock press against your tightest hole and a new wave of arousal would hit. Stuff those fingers in that pussy while I fill this ass up, peach.

#3k celebration #sebastian stan smut #asks

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juryhoe · 3 years ago

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HAIROGRAPHY ANALYSIS: RICK (PART 1)

Baby Rick! The little stubble is really nice, the subtle curls in his short hair are adorable. You’d think this is a handsome look that doesn’t need changing, until you see the beauties that are coming our way.

The ‘Hospital look’ deserves more recognition, the short but messy hair and the neat dark brown beard is a great combo.

Decision was made to keep the beautiful stubble and we could not be happier. His hair is growing and the way it’s getting curlier is the cutest thing ever.

Now we’re talkin’ stuff and thangs! Stubble still looks neat and pretty much still dark brown, semi-baby Rick phase. The hair has grown iconically of course, it’s beautiful.

We’re gettin’ older! But have no worries, that just amplifies the prettiness. Hair is almost majestic at this point, just gorgeous. Beard is now salt and pepper, cute.

Had to include this, because this was the first messy look with long hair. We LOVE a messy hair, with curls in our face. Beard still pretty.

Beard is growing nicely, while getting a grayer shade. Beautiful. Perfect hair achievement definitely acquired.

The caveman look is one of my favorites, the big bears is gorgeous, the hair is great as always. This one scene, however, reaches wet perfection

Those are not dimples, he literally has two holes on the sides of his face. And they’re adorable, so we love the shave. Also, hair is now wavy, with curls in the back. The way it’s brushed behind his ears, so damn cute.

Pretty stubble is back + messy beautiful hair + stitches = amazing look.

Check out part 2!

#the walking dead #twd #amc the walking dead #andrew lincoln #rick grimes #hair #beard

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Happiest Place on Earth

You’ve had a rough go of it recently. Your boyfriend, Chris, schemes with your boss to give you the vacation you deserve.

You couldn’t lie. Your day got a million times better when you saw Chris’s contact picture light up your phone. It was a picture you’d taken of him at the beach, smiling as he held Dodger in one arm and your old dog in the other, and it made your heart melt like anything in the Los Angeles summer sun. You picked up the phone right away, walking away from where everyone was editing.

“Hey,” Chris’s voice said brightly. “How’s my favorite girl doin’?”

“Not great,” you responded honestly. “A bunch of files got corrupted, so then we had to get different cuts, and that means re-shoots, which means more work, and…” You sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be complaining.”

“It’s okay to get frustrated. I was going to ask when you think you’ll be done this afternoon?”

“I don’t know, maybe seven? I know that ruins dinner, but…”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry about it. Just get home when you can, bubba, alright?” You melted again at his sweet nickname for you and sat down at your desk, flicking your Nomad Steve bobble-head that you’d gotten as a joke when you’d started dating Chris.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that, you’re just doing your job. I’ll see you around seven-thirty, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He hung up a second later and you rolled your chair back over to the large computer where everyone was reviewing footage. You were lucky enough to get a job in Boston right after you finished working with Marvel, so while you had an amazing job editing, it took the life out of you. Computers were finicky, and you’d just lost half of what you’d done so far because someone had dropped the hard drive and corrupted everything. You were about to cry and it was barely 10 AM. But you loved it, so you stayed, despite all of the bad. You just wanted to see this video get edited, even if it took until the middle of the night.

Chris sighed as he hung up the phone on you. He could hear in your voice that you were frustrated beyond belief. An idea popped into his head and he scrolled through his phone until he found the phone number he was looking for. Your boss, Jenna, had gone to school with Chris, and he just so happened to have her number. She answered right away, and Chris explained everything. That you were completely burned out, your fifteen year-old dog had died last month, and that even though you desperately needed a vacation you weren’t going to do it yourself. So he took ten out of the twenty-five PTO days you’d saved up over the past year, since they rolled over and you hadn’t taken a vacation the last year or the six months before that when you first started. Your boss said she’d send you home at seven even if you weren’t done and she’d send an intern to take your spot for a few days, and Chris grinned to himself as he hung up.

He went directly to his computer and the website auto-filled before he even typed the entire thing in. He picked out the resort that your family used to stay at when you were kids, hoping he remembered it correctly, and he calculated how much time it would take to drive there and back because he knew you would be even angrier at him if he spent money on last-minute plane tickets. Then he got tickets, one for each park, and a whole extra day for the Star Wars park because he knew you were excited to go, and typed in his credit card. Would you be pissed? Probably. But would it be worth it when he drove through the gates and saw you smile? Definitely.

You were a little alarmed when your boss sent you home, especially with that grin on her face that meant something was going on, and you tried not to be suspicious. You got to the house to see that the SUV had moved – you’d taken Chris’s car that morning, since he wasn’t planning to go anywhere, but he must have because it was backed in close to the back gate. You stuck your hands in your coat, locking the car in your pocket, and went in the front door. Dodger greeted you like he always did, jumping up on one of your legs until he could see that you weren’t hiding a treat in your hand. You greeted him with ear scratches before deciding to look for Chris.

“Chris?” You asked. You saw him coming up the basement stairs and walked over to him. He was holding your laundry, which he usually complained about doing. “Why are you doing my laundry? Did you break something? Are you trying to butter me up?”

“Not everything is about you, sweetheart,” he said as he put the white bin down. He greeted you with a kiss that he just smiled into.

“Why are you so smiley?”

“Can’t a guy smile at his girl?”

“Nope, not you. Spill, Chris, what did you do?” He giggled, actually giggled, and took your hand. “Are you going to give me a hint?”

“Nope. I’m going to lead you to your suitcase…” He took you up the stairs and then let you go in your bedroom, where he’d already gotten your suitcase out. “… and you’re going to pack for approximately eleven days. Bring triple the underwear, because you know why, at least three swimsuits, and your Chacos, and two cute outfits, but mostly functional. We’re going to be walking a lot.”

“What?” You glared at him. He was just smiling, a shit-eating grin on his face, like he was waiting for you to figure it out. “Are you why Jenna sent me home early?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You’ll never know. But we need to leave within the hour, and we’ll be in the car for quite a while, so download some podcasts and music for us to listen to because you’re the DJ.”

“Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”

“Yep. Every day, gorgeous.” He cupped your cheeks in his hands, kissed you, and then called Dodger’s name. “Dropping the dog off at Carly’s, I’ll be back in about, eh, half an hour? What snacks do you want?”

“Uh, the usual road trip snacks?”

“So combos, sour patch kids, and Chick-Fil-A on the way out of town?”

“Well, if you’re offering.” He rolled his eyes and left the room. You weren’t going to say no to whatever he had planned, because he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think you would need it. So you packed everything he told you to pack, throwing in exactly what he told you to, but you went and grabbed some of his shirts to sleep in just to spite him.

You finished packing your makeup, because he hadn’t really said anything about that but you just assumed, and shoved the bag in your suitcase. You packed up your personal computer, knowing he would kill you for taking your work computer, and gathered all of your chargers. He was back in a few minutes and you loaded everything into the SUV, grabbing a pillow and your favorite fuzzy blanket like he told you to, and you changed into road trip clothes, also known as shorts and one of Chris’s sweatshirts.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” You asked as he pulled out of the house. He moved the GPS mount to the other vent, by him, so you couldn’t see.

“Nope. You’re either figuring it out on the road or when we get there. So turn your location off.”

“Whatever,” you said, showing him that you were turning your maps off. “How long are we driving? It’s almost 9.”

“We’re driving until sunrise. And then I’m checking into a hotel, we’re sleeping, and then going on.”

“Why couldn’t we fly?”

“You would’ve been even more pissed off.”

“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” You turned on your road trip playlist for about an hour before turning on the true crime podcast you and Chris liked to listen to whenever you got the chance to, which lately wasn’t very often. You fell asleep after a couple of hours and Chris turned on cruise control, since there wasn’t really anyone on the road, pressing the button to adjust it every so often. But for the most part, he was looking over at you and smiling, trying to figure out how the hell he managed to get you there.

He herded you into a hotel as the sun was coming up, and you were so tired that you didn’t even care where you were. You just passed out on the bed and Chris tucked you in, heading to shower before joining you. When you woke up you checked in on Dodger, FaceTiming him, and then he got the two of you breakfast. You decided that he had to be driving down the coast because you kept seeing signs for beach highways, and that meant you were probably going to the Outer Banks or something like that. You were curious, but you trusted Chris. He wouldn’t take you anywhere he didn’t think was worthy of ten vacation days. You ignored most of the signs, but you determined after looking at freeway signs that you were going south.

“Can I drive?” You asked, noticing that Chris was getting a little tired. He had moved his left leg a little bit and even though he’d been holding your hand for a few hours, he was getting antsy.

“Nope. But I am stopping here.” He pulled over at a rest stop for the two of you to go to the bathroom and stretch your legs a little bit, but you were back in the car first. He looked happy as he walked back. He was wearing his gray sweat pants and a t-shirt and his Red Sox hat over the mop of hair that he hadn’t brushed that day. He threw away your food trash and then walked back, noticing you were looking at him.

“What?” He asked. “If you’re going to keep looking at me like that, let me know and I’ll find another hotel.” You rolled your eyes, elbowing him. He scratched at his beard a little before moving his hand in between your thighs underneath the blanket, gripping your leg with his gigantic hand. He squeezed it three times – I love you – and then let you go so he could drive again.

You spent most of the night blasting music, mostly bad pop-punk music from your childhoods, and probably listened to most of Blink-182’s discography along with the Top Gun soundtrack and even some Disney soundtracks, before moving back to podcasts. You saw a sign that said welcome to Florida and looked over at him.

“No fucking way,” you said, suddenly catching on. He was heading toward the middle of Florida, not the coastal highway anymore, which meant you were either going to Orlando or the Keys, and the amount of hours added up to…

“You okay?” He asked, grinning. “You understand now?”

“Did you seriously steal my vacation days so we could go to Disney World?” He turned down Creep with his right hand and reached over to anchor his hand at the back of your head before leaning over to kiss your hairline.

“I did. If you’re okay with that?”

“Definitely. I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.” It would be the second time you’d gone together, the first time being Disneyland at a Marvel event where he’d asked you to be his date. You usually just drove up to Maine or something for a couple days to relax at the beach, or there was one time when he took you to New York for the weekend to see your favorite show on Broadway.

You were eager and sitting up as you listened to the last couple of podcast episodes you’d downloaded. Chris drove into the sunrise for another few hours before you finally saw the gates of Disney and you took your phone out, taking a video for your Instagram story. Chris just smiled at the camera, making it known that this was all his doing, and he slowed down. He made you cover your ears for what resort you were staying at, but when he pulled into the Port Orleans resort you realized it was because that was where your family stayed when you were a kid and you always talked about how you loved the French Quarter section. When he led you up to the room you found out that he’d gotten a view of the lake.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You said as you put your suitcase down.

“Nah, you don’t need to.” He handed you your magic band from the last time you’d gone together – you hadn’t really gotten a choice since Marvel had sent them to Chris, but when he realized that it Peter Pan on it, who was your favorite Disney character, he’d given it to you while he took the Mickey one.

“Yeah, I do. I love you.” You hugged him tightly and he just smiled down at you. His beard got caught in your hair and he had to un-tangle it before you could part ways.

“I love you too. We should probably take a couple showers. Since it’s the smallest I figured we’d hit Magic Kingdom today, eat dinner there, and stay for the fireworks? If you’re not too tired we can stay after hours.”

“Sounds good.” The two of you hopped in the shower together, mostly just to save time because you were both eager to get to the parks. You grabbed coffee from the shop downstairs and waited for the bus to take you there.

You spent almost the entire day there, until it was a couple of hours until dinner. You’d both chosen to get on a water ride even though you weren’t dressed for it, so you had to go back and take another shower before then. You decided to dress up a little bit, since he’d told you what restaurant you were going to, and saw him smile as he emerged from the bathroom. You went back out to eat dinner and then he dragged you over to where the fireworks would be, even though they weren’t for half an hour, trying to get the two of you a good spot. He was like a little kid. You were both sitting on one of the fountain edges, sipping at beers, and then the fireworks were starting. You finished your beers and stood up, throwing them away before making your way back to Chris. He stood behind you, guarding you, and put his arms around you from the back, squeezing you into a hug as the music started.

“Thank you,” you said to him, smiling as you turned to kiss him.

“It’s the happiest place on Earth, babe.” You laughed and started watching the fireworks. They were over way to soon and you both decided just to turn in. You were exhausted, and you nearly fell asleep on him on the bus ride back to the resort. You took your clothes off, deciding to just deal with your leftover makeup tomorrow, and watched Chris as he got ready for bed.

“What?” He asked you, looking you up and down. He finished what he was doing and walked over to you, a smile on his face, and pulled you close to him. You could smell his cologne even though he’d taken his clothes off, too. His skin still had a sweaty sheen on it from how hot it was outside, but you didn’t care.

“I’m going to say something so cheesy you’ll want to punch me in the face.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your neck and your shoulder until they were red.

“What would that be?”

“I’m glad you’re here. You’re my happy place. Even if Disney kind of is too.” You had both known you were in it for the long haul awhile ago, but you’d never admitted that to him; that you were never as happy as you were when you were with him. No matter where you were, or what situation you were in.

“You just had to steal my spotlight, didn’t you?” He said against your skin.

“Sorry.” He squeezed your body closer, tangling your legs together.

“No. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’d do anything to make you happy. I love you so much, bubba. And I’m sorry I stole your vacation days.”

“I love you too. We’ll discuss your punishment for that when I wake up.”

“Ooh, punishment, I like the sound of that.”

“We are in Disney World, Chris, get your mind out of the gutter!” The both of you laughed against one another for another few minutes before your conversation shifted to the next day’s plans, and with a final I love you, you were both asleep.

A/N: This is literally my dream so thanks to whoever requested! I loved writing this one so much!

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unstoppableforcce · 4 years ago

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a new dawn

—CHAPTER EIGHT: date night

pairing: Poe Dameron x reader (modern au)

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a/n: this is a good picture, my goodness. I love this part! much longer than my usual parts but it’s got tons of good bits!! I hope y’all enjoy, I apologize for the end now

He couldn’t remember the last time he actually shaved.

He got by with a regular trimming more recently, but tonight he wanted a clean face. Because he also couldn’t remember the last time he took you out on a proper date. Not just takeout and a movie on the couch, not just a nice dinner with fresh food from the market, but a real date, with nice clothes and a real restaurant.

And for no other reason than to have a date night. That and Holdo suggested it after he admitted he was feeling a bit inadequate recently.

There was someone you worked with, the head of the NICU actually who you worked in tandem with often. Poe was as far from a jealous type as anyone could be, he resented the feeling, but the second time you brought this guy up, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of it rush through him. Not because he thought you would up and leave him for this mystery doctor, but because there were men out there with real jobs and level heads who were interested in you.

The way he phrased it to Holdo was that he found it difficult to feel like the man of you dreams much anymore, and he wanted that feeling back.

She suggested date night and it was hard for him to argue otherwise. And the smile on you face when he brought it up after the session was enough to light a fire within him for an eternity it felt like.

But that meant shaving.

He could do it, he could shave, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right? It was just a beard, just a bit more than a gentle scruff...

His hands were shaking. All he wanted to do was shave his beard so why was he struggling—

“Baby, I’m home.” He heard your keys fall into the dish by the door and your shoes kick off to the side before four pattering feet met you at the door and your entire voice changed tone, “hello baby boy.”

He sat the razor down by the edge of the sink and sighed, listening as your feet padded against the wood floor, walking deeper into the apartment. “You home, Poe?”

“Yeah, I’m in the bathroom.”

He shut his eyes, solely listening to the sound of your feet as you continued your way past the kitchen, into the bedroom and to the bathroom to find him slouched over the sink. When he opened them back up, it was only when he was sure you were stopped right next to him, but instead of you, he found BB’s orange and white face right in line with his.

He couldn’t exactly say the surprise didn’t make him jump.

You lowered BB to the ground with a chuckle and moved to settle against the sink next to him, “You okay?”

He nodded, but you weren’t looking to him, you were looking at the sink and the razor sat there. But instead of picking it up or mentioning it at all, you just reached out to his face and gently ran your fingers through the slightly graying beard that ran along the bottom half of his face.

“You want it off?”

He reached up to grab your hand and hold it in his own, “I just got tired of looking at it in the mirror, I guess.”

It was your turn to nod now, tracing your fingers along his knuckles.

“Don’t take it all the way off,” you smiled, leaning forward to press a short kiss to his lips, “I quite like it.”

Running his hand back over it, he didn’t get the appeal. He thought it made him look older than he felt he was, and it definitely made him look like he hadn’t had a good shower in a few days, just slightly unkept. That and his curly hair had gotten equally unruly, too long at the top, sides, every direction, and graying at the temples as well. Not as much as the beard, but enough that it caught his stare each and every time he looked in the mirror.

He had been clean shaven the first time he met you and on all of your dates when you first got together. The first night you stayed over was the first time you noticed just how quickly his pristine face became tainted by scruff; he made sure to shave it off before breakfast. When he imagined himself, he imagined himself without a face full of hair.

But ever since he got back from his last tour, the beard became a fixture on his face. Mostly because he didn’t have the energy to stay perfectly shaven every single day, but also partially because it was a barrier between himself and the mirror.

He glanced to where you sat and found you still staring as all the thoughts rushing through his head sent him quiet. You reached your hand up at first to trail the line of his chin but eventually settled it at the side of his head, cupping his face.

“You’re feeling okay?” You asked again and he sighed, a sigh that stole all the remaining tension from his body as it escaped through his lips.

“I don’t know, I’ve been standing here for like an hour.” He tried to chuckle out, to lighten the sentence as it left his tongue but there was no escaping the inherent somberness of his tone. “Do you really like it?”

You shrugged, “I like you and whatever you want to do.”

“I used to always be clean shaven.” He countered, reaching up to your hand and holding it against his face before moving it to his lips so he could trail kisses along your hands, dried out from the gloves and repeated washing.

But you simply gave another shrug, “you also used to have buzz cut—“

His laughter burst from him before you even had chance to finish.

“You hated the buzz cut—“

“Hate is a strong word—“ you laughed out again and he couldn’t help but shake his head, his beautifully thick curls bouncing as he did, encouraging your hand to reach up and out of his grasp to run back through them. “But, remember you’re not who you were a year ago when being clean shaven was a top priority.”

He considered your words for a second while holding your stare but you didn’t let the silence linger for too long after.

“You don’t have to force anything.” Leaning forward, you gave him a final kiss but lingered until you felt him nod in agreement before pulling away. “I’m going to change my clothes.”

He nodded again, watching you as you left the small bathroom before turning to the mirror and running his hand over his face once more.“Yeah...”

“Do you know where we’re going tonight?” You shouted from what sounded like the closet area while he reached for the trimmers.

“Uh yeah, I made a reservation.”

He could hear the sound of your feet again as you walked back to the door of the bathroom and leaned your head in to see him, but only barely dressed now as you did.

“That sounds fancy.” You smiled as his eyes danced over you briefly before a smile of his own came to his lips.

“I just don’t like waiting...” he tried to play it off but you only laughed again.

“Where at?”

He shrugged this time, “if I tell you then it isn’t a surprise.”

“I have to know what to wear—“

“Wear that.” He gestured to the length of your body, bare spare your undergarments and the two of you laughed out at the same time, “I don’t know, it’s not fancy though, just something casual.”

“Casual.” He could hear you repeat it as you leaned away from the door frame, “casual.”

He tried to ignore the sound of you getting ready as he finally brought the trimmer to his face and by the time he finished and began rubbing over his freshly trimmed face, you reemerged in the door way as a monument to casual beauty. Who knew jeans and a cardigan could be so immaculate?

But you were stood still staring just as he was, eyes locked onto his very low cut beard. Not clean shaven, but not a full beard either, something more closely resembling early morning scruff from him than a beard escaping from his face. Your hands immediately had to reach out and run your fingers over it again as a smile grew on your face.

“You like it?”

“Baby,” you smirked, pulling his face towards yours, “I like you.”

He caught your lips in a heavenly kiss, his hands moving to your body, snaking around your hips and tugging you closer into him. It felt like his finger tips were worshipping every inch of you and yours were doing the same as they moved up from his fresh face to his somewhat unruly curls as they always did. You tugged on his curls once and he couldn’t help but groan into your open lips while you gently nudged him back into the wall of the small bathroom, barely missed the towel rack with his shoulders but neither of you really caring much.

He broke from your lips only to reconnect his kisses to the exposed length of your neck and upper chest, earning a groan of your own with every gentle but gnawing kiss.

But after he riddled your skin with a few more kisses and finally made it back to your lips, he pulled away, leaving you just as breathless as him and leaving your lips to futilely attempt to chase after his.

“What—“

“We can’t be late for our reservation.” He smirked, stealing one last kiss at the corner of your mouth before pulling away and leaving the bathroom to head for the closet. He wasn’t sure where the sudden surge of confidence came from to be so teasing and playful, but the bubbling of something in his chest told him he was happy he had. And he hadn’t been anywhere close to this happy in a long time.

Maybe Holdo was right. He figured she was always right but he was going to be continually surprised by it.

“Tease.” You seethed as you followed him back to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed alongside BB to watch him strip and change into something besides the typical T-shirt and gym shorts combo he rocked around the apartment.

“It’s not a tease,” he began but stopped briefly to pull his head out of his shirt and reach for a cleaner Henley shirt, “if its a promise for what’s to come.”

You rolled your eyes and BB let out a small bark like he clearly knew what was going on, “tease.”

He chuckled, dropping his shorts but you let out a groan and he hesitated with his shorts around his ankles, “what?”

“Slower.”

He burst out in laughter again while reaching for his favorite jeans and quickly pulled them on. Walking the few steps over to you on the bed, he leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Hmmm” you hummed, nosing your face closer to his as he lingered, “I just like you, I think.”

“Really?”

“MmmHmm—“

“Because I love you.” He smiled as you pulled him back down for one more kiss.

“I love you, Poe.” You repeated, but BB was not quick to be out done and let out a yelp from beside you, forcing Poe to turn his attention away from his favorite person to his favorite dog.

He chucked, “yeah I love you too buddy.”

You sat up, fixing your shirt and cardigan while brushing off some BB hair and turned to him as the dog attacked him with kisses. “Ready to go?”

He nodded.

Things were already going better than he expected. That was the only thing he could think of as the two of you walked hand and hand out of the apartment and down to the garage. You let him drive so he could snake a hand to your thigh as he did. It was all better than he expected.

Watching your face light up as you realized where the two of you were going was better than he expected too. Who knew you could get so excited about a small little restaurant that the two of you hadn’t been to in what felt like years?

“When was the last time we were here?” You asked as he walked around to your side of the car to grab your hand.

He shrugged, trying his best to remember but coming up relatively blank, “I think maybe a year ago or longer.”

“For Karé’s birthday?” You asked so offhandedly, but practically made him stutter a step as he walked.

He hadn’t thought about it really, he just picked it because you liked the food. But you were right, it had to have been Karé’s birthday the last time you two were there. Snap had arranged the whole thing as a surprise for her and it had only been a few weeks before Poe and him shipped out again, for the last time—

“Poe?” You interrupted his thoughts as the two of you finally made it to the door, “I didn’t mean to—“

He shook his head, trying not to get lost in the memory by turning his focus back to you. “Sorry...”

“We can go somewhere else—“

No. He thought abruptly but thankfully the impassioned word didn’t make it to his lips, instead he took a deep breath and shook his head again. “No, it’s okay.”

It needed to be okay.

This was a place filled with nothing but happy memories with Snap, what was there to be afraid of?

“No,” he repeated, half to you and half to himself, “I’m okay.”

You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek and he smiled.

“We have a reservation.” He said to you and pulled you by the hand into the restaurant before repeating the same sentiment to the man stood behind the podium.

“Your name?” The man asked back, barely looking up from the pad as he typed something in.

“Dameron.” Poe answered and the man nodded.

“We’ll have your table in about a minute, it’s just being cleared off.”

“Perfect, thank you.” Poe replied before turning back to you and squeezing your hand gently.

“I love you.” You repeated, squeezing his hand back , making his face stretch into a smile within seconds. “Thank you for doing this.”

“I wanted to—“

A voice calling your name cut him off before he could finish. The two of your turned around to look for the source and while Poe didn’t recognize anyone in the small crowd of people entering and exiting the restaurant, you clearly did.

“Hey...” you greeted the red head as he approached with an older man stood behind him, surely his father or relative of some kind given the shared hair color and brow ridge.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside your scrubs, you clean up rather nicely.” The man said as if it was nothing but Poe couldn’t help but tighten his grip on your hand as he heard it.

“Thank you,” you turned to look at Poe and smiled, “Hux, this is Poe, my boyfriend, Poe, this is Hux, we work together.”

“The boyfriend, right.” He all but sneered, “I’m doctor Hux.”

Poe nodded at his elongated and unnecessary title explanation after you had just explained that and held out the hand not holding yours to greet him with a shake and he easily reciprocated it, “nice to meet you, Hugs—“

“Hux.” He corrected but didn’t let his smeared smile fade, he just simply turned back to you. “It’s good seeing you, as always.”

“You too,” you smiled but the second he turned away your entire cheery disposition lagged.

“You don’t like that guy?” Poe guessed as the restaurant employee came back and began leading the two of you to your table.

“You don’t either.” You laughed and he couldn’t help but mimic it.

He reached to pull out a chair for you but your head still appeared to be reeling from the forced interaction and you mindlessly went for the chair opposite the one he was pulling out for you and sat down, forcing him to recover by taking the seat he meant for you.

“Your waiter will be right with you.” The man said as he lingered by the table and both you and Poe gave a brief ‘thank you’ at the same time before turning back to each other.

“What’s up?” He leaned forward in his elbows to face you directly and you sighed out.

You futilely attempted to shake his head but he wasn’t letting you off that easy.

“Babe, what’s—“

“He’s got this creepy crush on me.” The words practically tumbled from you mouth to escape as the tension began to release from your shoulders. “Asks my nurses when my break is so he can pretend to run into me...”

“You’re right, I don’t like him.”

The two of you laughed at that but yours fizzled out faster than his did as you reached across the table to grab his hand. “I can tell when you’re jealous, and you need to know there’s absolutely nothing there to be jealous of.”

“Who said I was jealous?” He tried it quickly defend with a scoff but you merely quirked your head and he sighed, “it’s not jealousy.”

“Then what is it?”

Holdo told him he needed to talk to you about what he was feeling, he didn’t plan to do it at date night but—

“Sometimes you mention the guys you work with and I can’t help but feel a little, I don’t know, less than, maybe.” He explained as he carefully avoided your eyes. “You know, I’m not a doctor, I’m just a retired pilot and—“

“Poe I don’t care about—“

He held up his hand to buy himself a second to take a breath before he continued, “I know you don’t, it’s got nothing to do with you.”

A half smile broke to your lips as you squeezed his hand tighter, urging him to continue.

“It’s just something I’m working on.”

“Can I do anything to help?” You tried but he just shook his head again.

“You’re already doing everything right.”

The waiter made it to the table before your conversation could go any further, but it was okay. Poe gave you a smile across the table and a light kick under the table as she recited the specials and that was all you needed at the moment.

Your meal was delicious, it always was at this particular restaurant, Poe made a very good choice. And as the two of you made your way home, you reminded him of that.

“It was perfect, Poe.” You smiled and kisses his hand while he was driving. “Really, thank you for going out fo your way for tonight—“

“You’re the perfect one, I’m just trying to keep up.” He had a similar smile on his lips as he turned to you briefly before turning back to the road.

“You’re perfect.” You kissed his knuckles again, pressing your lips softly between the rise and fall of each ridge of his hand. He scoffed at your comment but it only made you repeat it, “you’re perfect.”

And the sentiment lingered on your tongue the whole drive home. By the time you made it back to your apartment, you figured out exactly how you were going to prove it to him. So, when Poe took BB on a short walk upon getting back, you moved to the bedroom and stripped off the casual attire to wait for him to get back.

“Where’d you go, babe?” He asked the second he got back into the apartment, bending down to undo BB’s harness. But he found his answer the second he looked up to see you lingering by the wall, in the simplest of black underwear, just waiting for him with a soft smile on your lips.

“Hi.” You said simply and he nearly melted into the floor where he kneeled.

“Hi.”

He couldn’t even hear your feet as you walked this time, convinced just by staring at your languid approach that you must have been floating on air. As you reached him, he slowly rose from his knees to stand toe to toe with you, almost out of breath just looking at you.

“All this because I trimmed my beard and took you to dinner?” He tried to joke through his strained throat, but he didn’t get much more than a chuckle from you as you reached your hands up around his neck and his hands found your waist.

“All this because I love you.”

He was never going to get used to hearing you say it, he was never going to get used to seeing you like this. He was never going to stop losing his breath around you, because you were never going to stop being so amazing that you took it away.

He was never going to stop being in love with you. So overwhelmingly, out of his mind, in love with you.

With slow steps, he backed you up to the nearest wall and began a slow barrage of kisses to your neck while your hands trailed lower, down from his neck to find the bottom hem of his shirt. The soft tips of your fingers fought their way underneath the fabric until they scaled up and down his abdomen, then your movements switched to horizontal ventures around from his sides to his back, subtly tugging him in closer to you.

His hands went to your neck as he finally brought his lips to yours, a feeling that was nothing short of heavenly.

A bubble of heat burst in his stomach, sending tingles across his skin as the tips of your fingers danced along. He wondered if everyone could say they still had butterflies in their stomach as they kissed the woman they loved after being together for so long. He knew that he could say it now and that he’d probably keep saying it for the rest of his life.

Your knee lifted up on reflex as he pushed further into you, your bare leg lifting up to wrap around his still jean-covered leg to allow him more room to press his body into yours. His hand met you there, catching the bend of your knee with his now fire-hot fingertips and helping you hitch it around him.

“You’re perfect.” He sighed against your lips, completely out of breath as he opened his eyes to yours. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Poe.” You moaned softly as your eyes took an extra second to flutter open, “that’s not fair.”

He pulled his head back just enough to see you fully, brow furrowed even as your dancing finger tips on their journey to his belt buckle distracted him. “What’s not fair?”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” You reconnected your lips and groaned as he took the opportunity to push you further into the wall. His lips trailed down to your neck again, searching the soft skin around your ear until he found your spot and elicited an even louder moan from you. “You’re more than I deserve...”

He flattened his tongue against your pulse point and you had to abandon your tries for his belt, your hands traveling up around his neck so that you could grasp on tight to his curls while a gasp escaped your lips. His thigh wedged between you legs, pushing a denim-cladded pressure right to your core while his hand on your knee hitched it up even higher for better access.

“Take me to bed, Poe.” You choked out with barely any breath left.

But then he dropped his other hand to your other knee and hoisted you up fully around his hips to fully take your breath away. It wasn’t graceful, the hobble that he managed with you secured in his arms, legs hitched over his hips, but you didn’t care, you wanted him too badly to notice anything else happening in the moment.

At least until he laid you down on to the bed and settled his still fully clothed body between your thighs and his phone began to vibrate in his front pocket, squarely pressed against your inner thigh.

“You gunna get that?” You mused with a laugh as he pulled back just far enough to reach into his pocket and grab his phone. “Who is it?”

“It’s Leia.”

“Your godmother, Leia?” You asked, sitting up on your elbows now, your attention shifting.

He nodded, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before bringing the phone to his ear. “Hey, Leia, is everything alright?”

You didn’t need to be able to hear the other end to know that it wasn’t, the fall of Poe’s face was enough to send your heart into a whole new kind of rapid beat. Your hand reached out for him and he took it, but with a weak grip you almost didn’t recognize as his.

“What hospital are you at?” His voice was catching in his throat and the words made you sit up immediately, now leaning forward to try and hear the other end of the call.

“Poe—“ he squeezed your hand to shush you, waiting to hear the rest of the sentence.

“Yeah, we’re on our way.” He said into the phone before reaching his hand up to rub at his furrowed brow once more, “yeah, love you too, we’ll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone but he couldn’t meet your pleading stare right away, not until you moved to put yourself directly in his line of sight. “Poe, what’s going on, is Leia—“

“She fell...” he reached to rub at his forehead again but your hand beat his there, cupping the side of his face. “They’re running some tests and Han is out of town...”

“Is she at my hospital?”

He shook his head, “no, she’s at the Hoth, other side of town—“

You crawled around his, unweaving him from between your legs and reaching for the clothes you had discarded when you got home.

“I’m sorry, babe...” he tried to grab your hand while you slipped your jeans back on but you couldn’t shake your head fast enough.

“This is the furthest from your fault that something could be, baby, don’t worry.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead gently, much more gentle than anything the two of you had been doing just seconds prior. “We can have sex any day.”

He wanted to laugh but he just couldn’t find it in himself to at the moment. He let go of your hand so you could pull your shirt and cardigan back on but when you came back in front of him, he nearly bursted out in tears.

“Can you drive...” he sighed, trying to wipe the dampness of his eyes away before it could form and you nodded, helping him up to his feet. “I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay, Poe, it’s going to be okay.”

Usually when you said that, he trusted your judgement. But this was the second fall Leia had suffered this year and, well, he just wasn’t too sure anymore. He put BB to bed and gave him a gentle pat on the head before whispering a goodbye and following you out the door.

His hands were shaking again.

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theskyeandsea · 4 years ago

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Zoinks! || Remmy & Skylar

Timing: October 31st

Location: White Crest Elementary

Tagging: @whatsin-yourhead @theskyeandsea

Description: Remmy helps Skylar chaperone a school Halloween event-- unfortunately, they both got a bit more into character than they expected.

Letting out a small sigh, Skylar awkwardly shifted the small cape that was draped around her shoulders. She’d been in a bit of a bind when the assistant principal had asked if she’d be able to interpret for the Halloween dance-- not because she didn’t want to be at work, but because she hadn’t the slightest idea what she was going to dress up as for the occasion. She’d hurried to the Halloween pop up shop and grabbed the first cheap costume she’d found. The plastic fangs weren’t as hard to wear as she’d thought they might be and the cape was a little silly, but it was as much effort as she could manage. Luckily for her, the school was short staffed due to a bout of flu running rampant throughout the staff, so when the assistant principal had begged her to recruit anyone who might be able to handle the kids, she’d extended the invitation to Remmy. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d seen them… After the incident with Ben, with her mother, she’d thrown herself into the haze of work. But, maybe this was how she could get… back to feeling good.

“I never went to any of these dances when I was in high school. And being here,” She gestured to the awkward teenagers in the gym, “I don’t know if I missed out on it.” Skylar said with a weak smile. Glancing at their costume and at the turquoise collar around Moose’s neck, she smiled. “Shaggy and Scooby?”

Remmy didn’t ever really remember dressing up well for Halloween, but it was definitely one of their favorite holidays. Actually, it was definitely their favorite holiday. They loved everything about it, really. The decorations, the stories, the dressing up. The socializing. The smell of fall leaves. What was there not to love? And it was the one day they could get away from their home without having to find an excuse to. They hadn’t really thought much about it at all this year, though, so when Skylar had asked them to chaperone a dance with her, they had run to the new costume store in town real quick and found the best, cheap costume they could find. Lucky for them, the one they did find, was a perfect combo for them and Moose. They’d thought about just slapping the moose antlers headband Blanche had gotten them ages ago on him, but he deserved a better costume than that. So, Scooby-Doo it was. The green shirt and brown pants combo Remmy rocked was nice, too, though the fake beard was really what brought it together.

“I think I only went to prom once,” they replied to Skylar’s comment, “and it wasn’t very fun. Besides, my school didn’t let same-sex couples in, anyway.” They ladled out some punch to a random child before looking over at Skylar. “Yeah! I mean, I figured it’d be cool if our costumes matched. Um…” they glanced at Skylar’s cape, “vampire, yeah? Well...let’s hope there’s none here. Though I don’t think the costume is offensive. I’ve seen a few vamps down on Amity wearing more cliche stuff.”

Humming at Remmy’s words, Skylar shifted so she wasn’t standing directly in the way of the punch bowl. She didn’t really want any of the dark fruit punch to spill on her shirt, mostly because it would be a hassle to clean later. She couldn’t entirely tell what color it was, but she had a feeling it was meant to be the color of blood? “That’s really unfortunate.My school was at least a bit more open about the dating thing.” She said with a nod. Her life back in Seattle had been a lot of things, but homophobia was never something she’d ever dealt with. “Ah… I was a little worried about that, but it was the first costume I saw. I mostly didn’t want to pick a costume that might offend anyone I know.” Which had meant zombie, witch, and werewolf were right out. Not that she wanted to dress up as any of them, although a witch probably would have been really easy. No, it was easier to go dressed up as a vampire. “Are you… um… I’m sure this wasn’t quite the Halloween you had planned, but thank you. I really appreciate you helping me.”

“I didn’t exactly live in a good state for that kinda stuff,” Remmy said with a shrug, before moving the subject along, “I think your costume is great. Definitely no worries there.” They gave another grin, moving over to grab an empty cup and toss it in the recycle bin. “Oh, well, I actually didn’t have any plans--” at least, no Halloween plans, “--so it’s fine, really. I love helping out, anyway. Sometimes I think about being a social worker, but I uh, I don’t think I have enough um...experience? To do that.” They looked back over at Skylar and grinned. Moose sat by their feet watching over the crowd dutifully. Something felt as if it shimmered through the gym and an eerie wave of silence fell before everything returned to normal. Remmy glanced around, then back to Skylar. “That was like...totally weird, right?”

Smiling at Remmy, Skylar nodded. “Thanks. Well, I’m still glad you came, even if it was just something to do. I don’t really know how I would have managed without your help.” She said. As they talked about wanting to help people, Skylar watched them speak with interest. A social worker. She could see them doing something like that, honestly. Since she’d met them, Remmy had only ever wanted to help her, to help other people. Doing something like that would probably really good for them. “Mm, I don’t know about that. You’ve done plenty to help people, just since being here. I’m sure that counts for something.” Before she could say much more, a shudder ran through the crowd, all of the sounds going mute for a moment before… Huh. “Yeah, that was strange. “ Blinking, Skylar tilted her head, the sound of her own words suddenly far too loud in her head. She ran her hand up to touch her hearing aids before discretely running her thumb along the dial, turning them down. The world around her, it should have sounded dull, muted, too far away. But… it was all clear. “Did you-- I… Did something just happen to you too? With, with your hearing?” She asked.

Glancing around, Remmy blinked, reaching up to check their own aid. They turned it down, then back up. “Uh, like, no, dude,” they said, their voice a bit scratchier than normal, a strange waver to it. “Though I do feel like, so totally strange.” They glanced down at Moose, who was looking up at them with wide eyes, tongue lolling. “What about you, Scoob? You feelin’ weird or freeeeaky?” they asked, mostly teasing. But then a small scream from out in the crowd made them jump a little, and they turned back to Skylar before squinting into the gymnasium, finding that, suddenly, their eyes could see much better than normal. And that, well, their heart was pumping loudly in their chest. “What the…” they glanced down, then back over to Moose, who tilted his head and said, “Ruh-roh!”

Unhooking her hearing aids from her ears, Skylar stared at the devices for a moment before tucking them into the pocket of her jacket. She glanced over at Remmy, not entirely sure what to make of everything. They felt strange? But if it wasn’t their hearing, what could it be? Frowning, Skylar bit the inside of her cheek and was startled when she realized that the plastic fangs… felt very not like plastic in her mouth. They felt hard and sharp and real. Her own teeth, the ones she usually kept hidden beneath her veneers, they were sharp too, but these felt like razors in her mouth. They felt like... fangs. Just as she was about to panic, to show her teeth to Remmy and ask what was going on, the two of them watched Moose speak. “Oh.” Skylar said, voice faint as she stared from Moose to Remmy, who were looking less and less like themselves and more like their Scooby Doo counterparts. “Oh no.” She swallowed, though the motion was pointless. Pressing a finger to her neck, Skylar searched for a pulse and did her best to remain calm. “Remmy, Remmy…. I don’t, this isn’t good.” She couldn’t find a pulse.

“Like...he just talked, yeah?” Remmy said, glancing at Skylar when she glanced at them, then they both looked back down as Scooby-Moose. He just tilted his head again and smiled, somehow. Not just a normal dog looking like they’re smiling, like his dog lips actually upturned and formed a smile. “That’s so totally like not natural, right?” But then Skylar was putting a hand to her neck and looking at Remmy with wide eyes and they scratched their chin, only to find...real beard hairs on their chin. “Zoinks!” they stuttered, putting both hands on their face and rubbing the hairs. “What-- what’s, like, happening, man?” A kid in the crowd suddenly started wailing, except the wail turned into a howl. Another started climbing up some bleachers, suddenly declaring themself the hero of White Crest and that they were going to fly. “Uh, Skye? I think we defs have a like, super White Crest mystery on our hands!” they pointed towards the kid in the superhero get-up. “We gotta, like, stop ‘em, right?”

“He did. He definitely did.” Skylar said, staring at Moose, who smiled. Mmm, oh god. Smiling dogs seemed a lot more friendly in cartoons and comic books. In real life, it felt like she’d crash landed in the middle of the Uncanny Valley. Tearing her eyes away from him, Skylar looked at the way that Remmy was rubbing their face, their words changing. “Oh no. No, no, no.” She muttered to herself. All around her, she could hear that there were children yelling, some howling, some laughing. There was just so much going on. Doing her best to keep herself calm, she looked over to where Remmy pointed. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I think… I think the costumes were cursed.” She said, shaking her head. “I… You’re right. We need to help them. They’re just kids, they don’t know what’s going on.” She said and gritted her teeth, ignoring the way her new fangs pricked her gums. “I don’t know if he can actually fly, but I don’t think we should wait to find out.” With that, Skylar hurried up the bleachers and was startled by her own speed, her legs moving faster than they ever had before. Oh no…

“Yeah, dude!” Remmy said in a high-pitched waver that was nothing like their normal voice. “We, like, gotta!” But they didn’t move, even when Skylar took off. Golly, she’d gotten fast. Had she always been that fast? Remmy waved at her. “I’ll, like, stay here and make sure nothing bad happens! Ya know, like, right here next to the punch bowl.” But then Moose was pushing against their back, shoving them forward. “C’mon, Raggy, we rotta help!” Swallowing, Remmy looked down at him. “Oh, that’s like so totally not cool.” Growing supernatural facial hair was one thing, but a talking dog, well...that was certainly another. Remmy slipped away from him and dove under the table. “Just, uh-- go without me!” they said, waving a hand, “I’ll, uh-- like, make sure it’s safe under here!”

Even as she ran across the gym, Skylar could hear that tell-tale quaver in Remmy’s voice, just like the cartoon character. They really were turning into Shaggy. Which meant that she was… a vampire. As she made her way through the crowd, she passed by some of the students who had found themselves in similar situations-- a boy who was tugging at the Spock ears that he’d worn, a girl who’d suddenly found her fairy wings a bit more real than she’d expected. Skylar wished she could help them, but she really didn’t have any better idea of what was going on than they did. All she could do was take the bleacher steps two at a time as she ran to try and head off the Superman caped child who had one leg flung flung over the back railing. “Please, stop! Don’t do that!” She yelled as she ran. Before she could stop him, he jumped off the side of the bleachers. Lunging over the side, she grabbed him by the cape and pulled him back onto the safety of the bleachers. “You can’t do that, you really can’t.” She said, shaking her head. “Remmy, can you…” Looking around, she blinked. “Remmy?” She asked and was surprised to see they hadn’t come running along with her.

Remmy’s body, awkwardly stuffed under the table, didn’t quite make for the scene they supposed a school would want of a chaperone. Moose came around and grabbed their pant leg, tugging them out. “Ret’s go, Raggy!” he said again and Remmy, shaking in their spot, shook their head. “N-n-nope! This so totally is NOT happening!” they said, scrambling back under the table. A kid in a bat costume ran by screaming and Remmy yelped, banging their head on the table, crawling under faster. Moose frowned and grabbed their ankle again, sliding them back out. “We gotta relp!” he said and Remmy glanced over his shoulder to where Skylar was clinging onto a kid with one hand, dangling him over the sides of the bleachers. “I-I-I dunno! Looks like Skye’s got this one, uh-- in the bag!” But against their will, Moose was shoving them along the gym floor over to the bleachers. Her crossed his arms, unhappy. Remmy felt like their skin was vibrating, heart pounding. “Relp!” Moose demanded, pointing at Skylar and the kid. “Okay! Okay! I-I’ll help, sheesh, I-I’ll help!” they said, climbing the bleachers one by one until they reached Skylar. “Wow! Lookit you! All strong and independent and totally not needing of my help, right?”

As the student stared up at her, Skylar rubbed her hand against the material of her jeans, keenly aware of how she’d just hauled the child over the side of the bleachers. She shouldn’t have been able to do that. But, the fact that she wasn’t breathing hard, the fact that her heart wasn’t pounding out of her skin, it all pointed to a single, horrible fact. For better or for worse, she was a vampire right now. “You need to go home. Call your parents, have them pick you up, let them know the school dance is done and-- please.” She said before nudging the boy as gently as she could down the stairs. With that, the boy took the steps two at a time down and raced past Remmy and Moose, who was shoving them up the stairs with a pair of very… hand-like paws. “Remmy,” She said, staring at Moose. “Moose is-- he’s actually Scooby Doo. And you’re…” Her eyes drifted to their neck and her eyes focused in on the soft, pulsing skin. “You’re alive.”

“Alive is a uhh--” Remmy started, climbing back down the bleachers now that Skylar was joining them. “A stretch of word but YIKES yeah,” they said, giving a nervous chuckle, “he sure is.” Moose tilted his head, then shrugged. “This is so totally freaking me out, Skye.” And it was so totally freaking out everyone in the gym as well. “Maybe we should, like, ditch this place and go like...figure out what’s going on, yeah?” Kids were already beginning to filter out of the gym and run to their cars or their parents’ cars, shrieking all the while. Crying. Remmy turned to look back at Skylar and noticed her eyes glue to the side of their neck. “Uhhh, Skye? Are, you, like, okay? You’ve got that uh...weird look on your face.”

Listening to their words, Skylar barely even cared that she could hear them over the screaming and the crying, the shouting of children overlapping. She was focused on the way the blood pulsed through their veins, she could see it. And she… she wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t a hunger that she was used to, but a thirst. She wanted-- “Figure out what’s going on?” She echoed, looking around at the gym for a moment. They were right. There was so much going on, so much chaos. The kids, she should be there, to make sure they were okay. But, the ache in the back of her throat drew her back to look at Remmy. “I’m-- I--” She swallowed thickly before her hands rose of their own accord, reaching out to grasp their shoulders, her fingers tight against their skin.

Remmy was glancing around at the chaos when a strong grip tightened on their shoulders. They looked back at Skylar, concerned at first, when they noticed the look on her face. And how she wasn’t even looking at them. She was still staring at their neck. “Uh, Skye?” they asked, but she didn’t respond. “Skye, l-l-let go!” they pushed against her. “Skye, let go!” They shoved, hard, and felt her hands come undone from their shoulders. Remmy stumbled back and Moosy-Doo put himself between them, growling. “Wh-what’s wrong with you!? Skylar, y-you’re really freaking me out, man!” they declared, backing up quickly. Ready to run if she tried something again, bumping into a kid that was crawling around like the cat costume they were stuck in.

It was so tempting, they were so close, and Skylar could feel the fangs in her mouth press against her lips. Just as she was about to lean in, she felt them resist, felt them squirm in her hands before shoving her backwards. Skylar let out a startled noise of surprise, pushed back against the railing of the bleachers. Hearing the way their voice broke, it jolted her out of her trance and she brought her hands to cover her mouth, horror struck. She’d just-- she’d tried to-- No. No, no, no. “I-- No, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” She said, shaking her head. “I… I can’t be here, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Remmy.” She said before pushing past them, her cold hands pressed against her mouth. She didn’t trust herself to run by all these people, not when she’d just tried to go after Remmy of all people.

“W-wait, Skye, I--” Remmy started, but it was too late, she was shoving past them and rushing out and Remmy wanted to follow, they did, really-- but they couldn’t. Their feet stuck to the floor. Skylar was gone before Moose decided to start pulling on them again. “We rotta ro, Raggy!” Remmy swallowed, looked down at him, then around the gym. If they left now, they could avoid having to deal with clean up and all the trouble that came before it. “Y-yeah, let’s do that,” they said, grabbing him, and bolting. Skylar wasn’t anywhere outside and they paused, huffing. They hadn’t lost their breath in so long, and somehow, that wasn’t the scariest part of tonight. They tugged on Moose, then and pointed towards the street. “Let’s get home, yeah, Scoob?” they squeaked, “before anything else bad happens.” And maybe they’d magically be themself again in the morning. One could hope, right?

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Thoughts on 5.01 - ‘The Fiery Cross’

WARNING: This review is mostly negative, very long, and also contains spoilers for episode 5.01 and the books Drums of Autumn and The Fiery Cross.

This episode was all just too sappy and cheesy. I didn’t really get ‘Fraser Family Feels’ or even ‘MacKenzie Family Feels’ to the extent that I thought I would, or should, considering this was a very hyped premiere episode featuring the wedding of my favorite Outlander ship! I finished rereading The Fiery Cross in January and was so excited for Season 5, but was underwhelmed with this episode. Even though I was disappointed, I will definitely be giving Season 5 another chance and plan to keep watching. (I didn’t care for the first couple of episodes of Season 4 either.)

First of all, I watched the episode with my sister and her husband. She was a show-only fan and then started reading the books, and she’s currently reading Drums of Autumn. So, she knows that I love Roger and Bree, but doesn’t really understand why...yet. (I’m hoping she falls in love with Roger like I did when I read Drums, but she’s a very busy person and doesn’t have a lot of time to read, so it will be a while before her verdict about bookRoger is in!)

Watching and discussing the show with her just makes it all the more obvious how much I mentally fill in gaps and inconsistencies in the show with my knowledge from, and love of, the books. We also rewatched the Season 4 finale right before watching the premiere - the difference in tone between the two episodes, watching them back to back, was stark. They really did a complete 180 from Season 4 in a lot of ways, which apparently worked for a lot of fans, but it did not work for me. It’s like they took all my least favorite parts of previous seasons and crammed them all into one episode and magnified them. I’m going into details under the read more about what I liked and didn’t like. But, overall, I thought this episode was fussy and boring.

Costumes and Hair

Brianna’s wedding dress was beautiful and I loved it. I’m simultaneously glad and peeved that they released all those wedding photos ahead of time. It was nice seeing all the HQ images, so we could see details of the dress (Like the tartan underskirt, which is not visible at any point in the episode!). But, at the same time, it would have been nice to be surprised. This episode was kind of boring to me, probably because I had already seen the dress and other details ahead of time. If I hadn’t, it would have been fun to notice all the details while watching the episode. Roger looked nice, but I gotta say, I really miss the beard. Rik’s face looks a little strange without it and my brother in law commented that he looked “cold” without it, haha! Rik looks great in all the season 5 promo interviews and photos with the long hair and beard. I’m hoping that he’s able to continue growing his hair out and doesn’t have to wear a wig for Season 6.

Speaking of wigs...I am so glad Jamie’s bangs are gone! Jamie looks so much better! I am finding him almost as attractive as he was in Season 1. But, I feel like Claire’s and Bree’s wigs are worse this season! Their curls are so defined and unnatural looking. And I didn’t like Claire’s elaborate hairdo for the wedding, with it all piled up on her head and all these tight curls hanging down. Claire’s wig looked much better in later scenes, like when she’s braiding it before bed, and when she’s in her surgery seeing patients the next day.

The Wedding/The Gathering

I knew going into this episode, based on promo for this season, that they would be doing some kind of wedding/gathering combo at Fraser’s Ridge. But, I felt like they did a poor job of explaining this, as well as the time jump, and setting it up for the show.

To prepare writing this review, I quickly jotted down a few notes, so I wouldn’t forget and one of my thoughts was:

Where did all these people come from? They didn’t make it clear that this was The Gathering...it seemed like everyone was there for The Wedding, and then stayed for a couple days. But, like, who are these people?

I don’t really feel like rewatching the episode, and maybe this was addressed in Claire’s voiceover at the beginning. I remember her talking about the settlers helping to build the house, but this was a lot of people...strangers. Was this an impromptu gathering? Did all these people really show up just for Roger and Bree’s wedding and then stick around? It seemed like Jamie’s decision to put on the kilt and do the fiery cross and call up the militia was a spur of the moment decision brought on by Tryon showing up at the wedding uninvited and expressing his disapproval at Jamie’s letters. But if it was spur of the moment, how did they get not one, but two, elaborate crosses built?

The wedding ceremony itself was fine, but I did miss the intimacy of the wedding in the book. Maybe intimacy isn’t the right word, because they were surrounded by a ton of strangers at the gathering. But, it felt intimate. This did not. It felt kitchy, kind of theatrical, and way too fancy!

The (Fancy) Big House

Speaking of fancy...The big house is way too grand. It feels like a completely different show, and not in a good way. Season 1 felt so down to earth and authentic and gritty. And this is just pretty for pretty’s sake. I had seen photos of the Big House in promo before this episode, and I’m probably on record in some DMs as saying that I didn’t really mind that the house was so big or grand, but actually seeing it in the episode? It irks me. The wedding was too fancy and the house was too fancy. And it struck me, as Jamie is leaving the house the next morning, and is stopped by Tryon for a convo about militia stuff, that Jamie is wearing fancy clothes. And I thought, “Book Jamie would be out there with those other settlers with his sleeves rolled up helping to build, or farm, or whatever.” It really feels like the Fraser’s won the lottery or something, because I don’t get how else they could have accumulated so much wealth in such a short period of time. There’s supposed to be this huge disparity between the way they live and the way Jocasta lives. And the only way Jocasta lives the way she does is because she owns slaves. I am just so completely irked by how opulent the Fraser lifestyle seems to be now. It’s so nonsensical that it really prevented me from enjoying the episode. Yes, it’s pretty, but pretty without reason, purpose, or sense.

L.O.V.E. and BROG

Roger is my favorite character. I love him, and am rooting for him and Brianna to be happy and together in the show. But, I think it feels a little strange to go from the drama at the end of last season to this nearly perfect couple in season 5. I was really hoping there would be some flashbacks to show their reconciliation and all that really great relationship stuff that happens with them at the end of Drums. But, I guess they really are sticking with this massive time jump. I’m happy that they’re happy. But, this wedding didn’t feel earned. It kills me to say that. I don’t think Roger needs redemption, but I do wish they had given him and Brianna a chance to hash everything out. I think the time jump does a huge disservice to these characters and their relationship, and I think the writers needed to do a lot more legwork to get Roger and Bree from where they were at the end of Season 4 to where they were in this episode. Their relationship doesn’t all of a sudden become more believable if you give them a fancy wedding.

I was looking forward to hearing Roger sing again, but I didn’t like the L.O.V.E. song. I read or heard in an interview or article at some point that a couple of the songs Rik sang for Season 5 were difficult, and out of his register. I think this was probably one of those songs. I was not impressed by Rik’s performance and I think it was an odd, cheesy song choice. I also didn’t care for the love montage during this song. It felt like something out of a completely different show. My sister didn’t like this montage either, and commented that she wished they had kept the wedding night about Roger and Bree. She also found it strange that Bree doesn’t mention to Roger what she overheard about Stephen Bonnet, and she feels it’s really hard to root for them because they’re still not communicating!

While reading the books, I always tend to chalk up this lack of communication to a combination of Bree’s private personality and a PTSD response, where she’s built up these walls and doesn’t share her feelings. And in the books, when we’re in Roger’s POV, he notices when Bree is being a bit withholding, and so the reader knows that he knows Bree isn’t doing okay. But, in the show, we don’t have any of this internal dialogue. So, it just looks like Bree is hiding things from Roger, but we don’t know why. I like the little comforting hug Roger gives Bree, I think he does notice something is off with her, but I think there needed to be some kind of dialogue here, where Roger asks what’s wrong, and he comforts her and sings to her after she’s confided in him. This is one of those moments that wouldn’t have bothered me if I had watched it by myself, because I know these characters so I know what they both must be thinking and feeling. But I can understand how a show-only watcher would be frustrated.

Blood of my Blood

I was so excited when I heard Roger doing the blood vow to Jemmy in that promo video, that I started drafting a post about how powerful this moment is in the book. I was going to pat the show writers on the back for listening to all the Roger fans who were disappointed it was left out of season 4. BUT...oh boy, this was just another disappointment. Jamie has made, like, 3 or 4 disparaging remarks about Roger in this episode. He’s the one person on Fraser’s Ridge who needs to see and hear this vow...and he’s not there. Is Roger relying on Brianna telling Jamie what he did? Or is Roger going to march up to Jamie in the next episode and tell him? Brianna has been defending Roger this whole time, she doesn’t need to see this, but Jamie does. This is yet another example of the writers shoehorning things from the books into the show in ways that lose their impact and meaning. This is supposed to be a demonstration of loyalty and love. He literally says “I claim thee as my son before all men” and yet, he does the vow in the privacy of their own cabin. Jamie is all about duty. When he makes a vow, he keeps it. Roger, completely of his own accord, is speaking Jamie’s language with this vow. This blood vow in the book is so powerful, because it’s Roger speaking directly to Jamie.

I saw Roger’s eyes shift from the baby to Jamie. Jamie stood beside Brianna with that utter stillness that so frightened me—straight and still as a stick of dynamite, with a lit match laid a hairsbreadth from the fuse.

The flame of Brianna’s head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie’s dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all—and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other.

MacKenzie, I thought suddenly. Viking beasts, bloody-minded and big. And saw the third echo of that flaming heritage blaze up in Brianna’s eyes, the only thing alive in her face.

I should say something, do something, to break the awful stillness. But my mouth was dry, and there was nothing I could say in any case. Roger’s reached his hand toward Jamie, palm up, and the gesture held no hint of supplication.

“I don’t imagine it pleases you any more than it does me,” he said, in his rusty voice, “but you are my nearest kinsman. Cut me. I’ve come to swear an oath in our shared blood.”

I couldn’t tell whether Jamie hesitated or not; time seemed to have stopped, the air in the room crystallized around us. Then I watched Jamie’s dirk cut the air, honed edge draw swift across the thin, tanned wrist, and blood well red and sudden in its path.

To my surprise, Roger didn’t look at Brianna, or reach for her hand. Instead, he swiped his thumb across his bleeding wrist, and stepped close to her, eyes on the baby. She pulled back instinctively, but Jamie’s hand came down on her shoulder.

She stilled at once under its weight, at once a promise of restraint and protection, but she held the child tight, cradled against her breast. Roger knelt in front of her, and reaching out, pushed the shawl aside and smeared a broad red cross upon the downy curve of the baby’s forehead.

“You are blood of my blood,” he said softly, “and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever.” He looked up at Jamie, challenging. After a long moment, Jamie gave the slightest nod of acknowledgment, and stepped back, letting his hand fall from Brianna’s shoulder. — Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66, Child of My Blood

Lines that made me cringe and/or shake my head and/or roll my eyes

Please note that I haven’t rewatched the episode, and I haven’t seen the script posted online yet, so these lines have been reproduced from my memory, and may not be word-for-word accurate.

“I will always be your wee girl”

I feel like this line is infantalizing Bree and I don’t like it. I mentioned in a previous post that I don’t like when Jamie infantalizes Bree. I just don’t understand this aspect of their relationship. Maybe because it’s so different from my own relationship with my father. I feel like the show has really leaned into Bree being “Da’s little girl” more so than the books do. Brianna’s had a baby, and I feel like Jamie should be somewhat excited about Brianna being wed because he thinks she needs a husband to provide for her and Jemmy (He tries to marry her off to Young Ian in Drums!). Jamie has reservations about Roger, but not the wedding itself, and I just don’t understand Jamie being all like “Bree is growing up too fast” which feels like a very modern sentiment - wanting your kids to stay kids.

“This is maybe not the wedding you imagined as a wee girl”

This line was actually adapted from the book, but it’s Roger who says it, not Jamie. In the book it makes sense, because they’ve been living in tents at The Gathering for weeks, they’re all tired and ready to go home, it’s autumn and cold and rainy. It’s a genuinely rustic, outdoor, fireside wedding. Roger, feeling self-conscious about the fact that their wedding is not going to be a grand affair and its not going to be anything like a wedding would have been like in the 1970′s, makes the comment. It’s a great call back to their handfasting in Drums.

“Your aunt’s told Father Donahue he can hold the weddings in her tent. That’ll be a help.” “Brrrr!” Bree hunched her shoulders, shivering. “Thank goodness. It’s no day to be getting married under the greenwood tree.” A huge chestnut overhead sent down a damp shower of yellow leaves, as though in agreement. Roger looked a little uneasy. “I don’t imagine it’s quite the wedding you maybe thought of,” he said. “When ye were a wee girl.” Brianna looked up at Roger and a slow, wide smile spread across her face. “Neither was the first one,” she said. “But I liked it fine.” Roger’s complexion wasn’t given to blushing, and his ears were red with cold in any case. He opened his mouth as though to reply, caught Jamie’s gimlet eye, and shut it again, looking embarrassed but undeniably pleased.

In the show, it’s Jamie who says it. Bree is a pragmatic person who, in the books, didn’t even want Roger to get her a new ring, so this wedding doesn’t feel like something Bree would have wanted. Also, the line doesn’t make sense because the wedding in the show is FANCY. There are flower arrangements, and a wedding band, and a reverend, and a hardwood platform for the ceremony, and it’s at their home, and everyone’s decked out in their Sunday Best, and where did all those wood benches come from, and how did Claire get such expensive jewelry. This is just one of the many times where the writers shoehorn something into the show from the books in a nonsensical way.

“Like Father like Son”

I hated this line so much. I read about it in the Radio Time’s review of the episode, and was hoping I wouldn’t mind it as much in context, but I still hated it. It seriously seems like a mean tweet, and I can’t believe they had JAMMF say it, on screen, in canon. And, again, it doesn’t make sense. Because Roger hasn’t been complaining or crying or “wailing” at all in the episode. I kind of wonder if Jamie is meant to be equating Roger’s singing to “wailing”? I don’t know. Either way, it’s mean, poor writing.

A Few Favorite Moments

I’ll end on a high note and give you a few of my favorite moments from the episode.

Hands down my favorite moment in the episode was when Germain ran up to Roger, and did a little hop, and said “Congratulations Uncle Roger!” And then when he says the line about hair ticks, it cracked me up because it looks like he glances behind Rik, probably to his parents or a crew member, for the line! The kid they got to play Germain is adorable - I love his dimples! I have a feeling all the kid actors are going to be a consistent favorite for me this season.

I also really liked all the line dancing after the wedding - it felt very fun and jovial, and I liked the score playing during it.

Finally, I loved how emphatically Claire defends Roger every time Jamie made one of his snarky comments. Especially their conversation towards the beginning of the episode when Jamie says something about doubting Roger’s love for Brianna and Claire says “He’s here and he loves her.”

So that’s it. Sorry this review is so negative. I debated whether to post a review or not, but decided to go ahead and get these thoughts out there. I’m hoping for a better episode next week.

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