#the opening scenes with rody and her are so GOOD

[orange-sunshines]

i wish we got to see more of pino, instead of her just being a plot point. gimme her listening to deku talking, her bristling when bakugo insults someone, give me her flying around bored i just want to see her more in daily interactions

[steven1123x]

Behind The Scenes - Chapter 8: Meeting An Old Friend.

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They were driving to Maddison Square Garden in Greg’s van, Rose was playing LINKIN PARK off her phone all the way there and they were singing along.

“There it is! Maddison Square Garden!” Steven said, stars in his eyes. He looked out the windshield, They all see Madison Square Garden, a renowned indoor arena in New York City. The arena's facade is aglow with bright lights and electronic billboards that showcase various advertisements and announcements. Vertical light strips running along its exterior enhance its distinct cylindrical shape. The street in front of the building is bustling with a mix of pedestrians and vehicles, painting a lively urban setting. Tall neighboring buildings and a cloudy night sky form the backdrop, contributing to the dynamic and energetic atmosphere of the cityscape depicted in the scene.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE WE ARE HERE GUYS!” Steven’s voice boomed with excitement, Greg and Rose both smiled at their son’s enthusiasm.

They found a place to park, and Greg, Rose, Steven, and his friends stepped out. They all handed their backstage passes to the security guard who was checking for tickets, they all showed their VIP passes and walked inside the venue.

They were waiting to get inside, and Rose saw a short woman with long hair, similar to Greg’s hairstyle, but she thought nothing of it.

The doors opened and they all piled in, they all stood at a place and waited for the show to start.

Steven smiled as he saw their rodies setting up for the show or making last-minute adjustments. “This is going to be awesome!” Lucas said.

“Yeah, it is!” Steven said.

A few minutes passed, and the concert started. Cheers erupted from the crowd as the band members of LINKIN PARK emerged from the ground, Chester Bennington, He wore a black t-shirt with a bold red and white graphic design on it. The lead singer has tattoos on his arms and is also wearing a bracelet on his left wrist. His short hair suggests a stylish and possibly edgy look that fits well with his stage performance ambiance. In essence, the man exudes a sense of artistic expression and dedication to his performance, as seen through his appearance and posture on stage.

“Alright, Maddison Square Garden, are you ready to ROCK!” Rose screamed in excitement, the gem jumped up and down like a child that was excited for Christmas Day.

They began to sing their first song, Rose screamed in happiness, this was one of her favorite songs

“In this farewell

There's no blood, there's no alibi

'Cause I've drawn regret

From the truth of a thousand lies

So let mercy come and wash away

What I've done

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done”

Rose thought of her past while listening to the song. She wasn’t sure when to tell Steven about her past on Homeworld. But she wants to, soon. She had told her husband when they were dating. But her past was behind her now and all she wanted to do was make memories with her friends and family.

"Put to rest

What uou thought of me

While I clean this slate

With the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come and wash away"

Rose looked at both her husband and son, they were having a good time, Steven was singing along with his friends, and Greg was holding his camera up as he was singing also. Rose smiles, Greg and Rose brought their camera from the house to record the concert. Steven, Lucas, Lance, and Mikey all sang along

“What I've done

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done”

All of them were jumping and having a good time, Then Rose bumped into the person that they saw when they entered the building. She got a good look at the woman. Her skin is bright lilac, her eyes are dark indigo, and her thick, messy hair is pale lavender and goes down to her ankles, with a large bang that obscures her left eye. She also has plump lips, and a small, upturned nose. Rose saw that Her gemstone is located on her chest, and the bottom half of it was usually covered by her shirt.

“AMETHYST!” Rose yelled because of the music.

“Oh my stars, Rose?” she asked, jumping up and hugging her friend. Rose smiled and hugged her back, enjoying the rest of the concert together, promising to talk later after it was over.

“For what I've done

I start again

And whatever pain may come

Today this ends

I'm forgiving

What I've done

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done

What I've done

(Na-na, na, na, na-na, na, na)

(Na-na, na, na, na-na, na, na)

Forgiving what I've done

(Na-na, na, na, na-na, na, na)

(Na-na, na, na, na-na, na)”

The song finished, and the next song was playing in a few minutes “Dude! I can’t believe you're here. Did your dad get a plane ride over here?”

“No, my mom wanted to surprise me, and since I love LINKIN PARK, she surprised me with tickets. I wanted to get VIP passes though, but they were sold out, some jokers won them in a radio contest in Delaware!”

“Um, Ames.” Rose lifted her lanyard and showed it to her.

“Oh…” she laughed nervously, playing with her hair. “I didn’t mean it… Um. Comgrations.” Amethyst said, not trying to make this night for her awkward, but it wasn’t working…. It was already awkward.

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At the end of the concert, Greg and everyone showed their passes to the bouncer and they led them backstage to the dressing room where the band members hang out.

He opened the door, Steven and his friends let out a gasp and saw the band members of LINKIN PARK. Steven had stars in his eyes as he was walking inside, he swore that he was dreaming, but he wasn’t he was here! Some other people were talking to the band members as well, and then he saw him — Chester Bennington sitting on a couch, talking with his wife Talinda.

“OH MY STARS!” Rose screamed. Greg smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, Steven walked up to Chester.

“Oh, hold on a sec, Talinda.” Chester looks down and his eyes light up.

“Hi! Are you a fan of me?”

“Y-Yes…My parents are fans too.” Steven said, Greg, Rose, and his friends walked up.

“How are you guys,” he said, smiling. Rose was trying not to scream, cry, or do both and embarrass herself. Greg walked up to him and shook his hand.

“You remember me? I went to your show a few years back when I was dating my wife and you signed my acoustic guitar in my van.”

“Oh, yeah. She was pregnant with your son, right? the tall woman, with lots of pink hair, she was your girlfriend? she���s named after a crystal right?”

“Yes, and we are married now. And this is our son, Steven Quartz Universe.” Greg said, picking his son off the ground.

“Aww, he’s so small. How old are you little dude?”

“I’m seven! my birthday is next month!”

“Well, hope you have an awesome birthday, and you have an awesome name too, little man!” Steven’s eyes were now stars, he couldn’t believe that he had been complimented by the lead singer of a band!

“When did you guys meet again?” Chester asked Greg, Steven was sitting on the man’s lap.

“We met at my show, I was performing and she was watching my show, and then we were dating for a few months.”

“Oh, when did you two get married?”

“Oh, we got married after we had Steven, so it was a few months after.” Rose then walked up.

“It was on June nineteenth, 2001.” Rose walked up to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder. Greg smiled and kissed his wife passionately.

“Oh, Chester. Can you sign our VIP passes?” Greg asked.

“Wait, I want you to meet my friends, Chester!” Steven said, running off and grabbing his friends Lance Mikey and Lucas. Steven brought his three friends over to him, wearing three layards on their own, Chester signed them. Steven got a little drawing on a Pikachu on his.

“Thank you, Chester!” the man smiles and nods.

He pulls Greg to the side and they talk for a little bit about something.

Greg, Rose, Steven, Lance, Mikey, and Lucas were all in Greg’s van, driving to the hotel, Rose got a text from Ameythest asking if they all wanted to come to dinner with her tomorrow night, Rose texted her back. Arranging plans for it.

They went back to the hotel to get some sleep for the next day.

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A\N: And done…. I realized that I’ve been doing this story for SIX weeks now, and I’m thrilled with this so far, I don’t know when Rebecca is going to contact Greg and get the arrangements set up for the show and things like that. But hopefully, it’s soon. Anyway…Bye, guys.

[jamiebamberdaily]

TV Times Interview - Issue 25 (24 - 30 June 2023)

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Catching criminals isn’t often a glamorous business, but when your patch covers the sun-kissed streets of Cannes in the south of France, it definitely helps! In Acorn TV’s new six-part romantic crime crime drama Cannes Confidential, no-nonsense detective Camille Delmasse (French actor Lucie Lucas) is having a stressful day when she collides with charismatic art collector Harry King (Beyond Paradise favourite Jamie Bamber). For Camille, it’s hate at first sight - but as she keeps encountering Harry while investigating the murder of a famous street artists, the barbed banter between the two takes a flirtatious turn. Could some French kisses be on the cards? TV Times joined Jamie, 50, for an exclusive chat...

What can you tell us about your character?

When we meet Harry, he has an accident with Camille on the street - he’s on a bike an she’s in a car - and he fins himself gradually implicated in this case she’s investigating. You don’t really know anything about him, and we slowly suss that he’s probably up to no good The character reminds me of the Pink Panther movies, and Cary Grant films like To Catch A Thief [1955]. Harry keeps popping up in town and infuriating Camille, so they get off on the wrong foot. The badinage was what drew me in - that sexual chemistry between two people who find each other intolerable!

How quickly did you develop that chemistry with Lucie on set?

It was easy; Lucie’s so open to ideas and she’s got tremendous energy. When Harry finds out that Camille is a police officer, it’s a problem for him as he;s trying to hide a secret from her. But he happens to know a lot of the characters involved in the supposed wrongful imprisonment of her dad, the former chief of police, so they have something that the other needs. The make a quick agreement, and from that moment, they gradually get more dependent on each other as they become this odd couple that works together solving crimes.

What are your favourite shows featuring mismatched partners-in-crime-solving?

Moonlighting is the one I remember from my era, with Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis [the American comedy drama ran for five seasons between 1985 an 1989]. The chemistry was hilarious, and the writing brilliant. The Persuaders! [ITV’s 1970 action comedy is another, Actually, the genesis of this show is that the producers were trying to buy the rights to remake that, but, for one reason or another, the couldn’t, so they thought they’d invent something different, which, at it’s heart, had little nods towards Tony Curtis and Roger Moore running around Côte d’Azur. But, obviously, they changed it completely!

Was it an easy decision for you to sign up for a show where you’d be filming in a location in beautiful Cannes?

I’m a big Francophile and I’ve lived in France quite a bit over my lifetime, so anything that gets me over the Channel for a couple of months is something I will entertain, for sure! But it was more that that. I’ve played some quite dark, dramatic roles - [American sci-fi series] Battlestar Galactica and [ITV crime thriller] Marcella spring to mind straight away - and I feel like I’m a much lighter person than that. This guy felt a bit closer to who I am - not so much the potential con man, although I’m a multinational so, like Harry, I do have multiple passports [laughs]!

How hot was the weather during the shoot?

The most challenging thing I had to deal with was wearing a three-piece suit in the sunshine for three months, and trying not to ruin it with perspiration! Pascale Rodi, my dresser, did amazing work with portable fans, whipping one shirt off and drying it while I wore the other one. It was fun to play a dapper character, but he’s meant to be cool and not sweating all the time, so keeping the clothing dry was hard!

Did you get to shoot scenes in some exciting places?

I didn’t know this, but even the word ‘Cannes’, because of the film festival, is copyrighted, so you have to get permission to use it. But in doing that, we had the mayor’s office on our side, so we had access to some of the more extraordinary locations. We shot in Le Majestic hotel for two weeks - the presidential suite blew my mind; it had a private swimming pool. I found myself there for a couple of days with my own room - that could never happen any other way!

Could you squeeze in some sightseeing on your days off?

The work schedule was pretty heavy, but we had weekends. My daughter [Jamie shares three girls with his wife, Kerry Norton] had just finished her A levels, so she came out and we drove across the border into Italy, which was lovely. I didn’t do too much tourist stuff around Cannes because I know it pretty well but we went to the beaches and had nice dinners. I also played a bit of golf, which I love to do, and I found a tennis coach, too. I had a good time filming this, I can’t lie!

PERFECT PARADISE

Jamie was last seen on our screens earlier this year in series one of BBC1’s hit coastal crime drama Beyond Paradise playing vineyard owner Archie Hughes, who still harboured feelings for ex-fiancée Martha Lloyd (Sally Bretton) - even though she was now engaged to DI Humphrey Goodman (Kris Marshall). While Martha declined Archie’s amorous advances, Jamie says he had a whale of a time working on the programme... “I loved it! he smiles. “I was so thrilled with the reaction. Friends were calling me up because their kids wanted to ask me what Archie was doing, trying to steal poor Humphreys fiancée from him! People got really invested in that character and that story - I’m very proud to have been a part of the show!”

[wolvesofparis]

I voted for Max, for the longevity of the rivalry.

Powell was interesting so much as it was RH truly invested in his character and the story, but the writing and positioning of Powell as a 'good' rapist was awful.

Cord, Patrick, and Andrew were good rivalries in that Todd could always get digs in on them. Patrick and that whole quad in 96-97 was overdone and questionable at best. Cord could've been something had they tried to keep him as a point in a triangle with Blair in 95 (the Rodi's scenes after TnB have sex for the first time are great). And Andrew and Todd's biblical battles were at least interesting IF the show had follow through to actually put Tea with Andrew for the long haul.

The rivalry with Sam was weird, and maybe could've played better had KB not been a Friend of Jill and LL not been moralistic boy scout for Blair. Tomas is just a bug on the windshield of TnB roadblocks.

But Max. Oh, Max Holden. He never took Todd seriously and almost always got to win the fight (as with most people fighting against Todd) - but really, never win the girl. He and Todd had history through Luna before Blair even came back to town. The concept of Blair being united with Todd against Max and then later united with Max against Todd is far too delicious to ignore. She has schemed against both with both. Max has manipulated Todd using Addie, led Blair to believe Todd would actually kill Georgie Phillips, not to mention the 00s when he drugged her (!) to make it look like they had sex.

For many, many reasons I wish they had brought JDP back in 2011 when the show was ending. I envisioned some kind of ploy by Tina to urge him to stay and open a restaurant or club again that would rival Blair's, and TnB would be battling him while battling an alive Victor Jr and Tea for custody of Sam. It just felt right.

I wanted to do a poll for Todd like the Blair poll, but if I listed all Todd's enemies, it would take forever, so I decided to stick with romantic rivals.

So, same deal as the Blair poll -- which of Todd's rivalries is the absolute best? And how do you make your determination? Length of time? The reason(s) for the rivalry? Number of memorable moments? Strength of the writing for the character opposite Todd? Strength of the actor opposite RH?

[sauerland-2001]

Skamit season 4 re-watch, episode 2

- somehow Sana watching Malik play a video game without him noticing doesnt have the same punch as seeing him dance, but it’s a cute moment nonetheless;

- I love Rami Allagui; he’s got such a carefree, confident flair, plus the awesome sibling banter between him and Sana is perfect;

- Malik quietly listening to Sana and Rami in the kitchen and clearly picking up on how the burkini comment hurt Sana, is such a sweet moment and obviously set-up for the clip in which he contacts her via Instagram;

- and here’s Niccolo Fares, scoring one million points when he sees Sana and greets her with ciao bellissima <3 he’s also being used in this scene to come up with an alternative occasion so the girl squad doesnt get to hang with the rose squad again; Sana is in full jealous scheming mode already haha;

- love that they keep the radio thing and that Marti is still (lazily as always) involved;

- Martino Rametta: a spy in the making

- one of my favorite moments in the season:  the surprise return of one Chicco Rodi yay! 

- LOL at the girls’ faces while the uni students are dancing and Sana trying to sell this as such a cool party (when they all could have gone to the cinema with the rose squad);

- so here’s Eva talking about Malik and I have to say I don’t hate it, because at this point nobody has picked up on the fact that Sana likes him too, possibly not even Malik himself, because this Sana is really super guarded and they haven’t talked yet; so Eva being all “Aw he talks weird but he’s cute” is something I can accept here;  

- Ludo doesnt bring back characters for nothing, Chicco is back and immediately involved in the holiday storyline, offering the girls a rented house in Greece for ten days before he and buddies arrive; I love how everything makes sense, including the fact that Eva has already seen the house because Canegallo has shown her photos, so she knows it’ll be super expensive; she then finally blurts out that they haven’t talked in two months; is that really a bad thing, Eva? Apparently so; sad/awkward faces all around

- omg I completely forgot that Chicco, after offering the house to the girls, posted a story on IG that he was renting it hahahaa; 

- when Chicco opens the door, Rocco is right behind him to greet the girls and I don’t know why that makes me laugh 

- so yeah, that Mykonos house does look nice, but 8000 Euros for ten days is crazy, but Chicco points out it’s for ten people, so; love how Sana and Chicco try to negotiate here and they’re both kind of bad at it;

- the Frog is back too

- wait, do Chicco and Rocco live together?  Why does Rocco follow him like that to the door every time??  

- I find the holiday home plot a lot more plausible than any other version of this storyline, no offense to the og and their bus business;

- Sana playing tricky traps again <3

- in the first clip of the season Sana told the others that she stole almost all the mint she found at home, and here’s her mama now wondering where all of that good mint went haha, love it;

- and the hunt for mint obviously leads to the beautiful scene of Sana and Malik (see how Ludo set that up over a week ago?) picking mint leaves ;

- the fact that Sana makes Malik turn around before spitting on her hands is still hilarious to me; he doesnt question this nor her later command for him to wait a moment so she can walk home on her own (even though he’s been invited for dinner to her house); 

- never again will we see a character spitting on their hands, before using those same hands to touch food AND another person’s hands yksjd

[nellied-reviews]

Succulent Rat-Killing Tar Re-listen

Hey! So, I’m new here, but I’ve recently been re-listening to the podcast Wolf 359, and I'm obsessed again, so I kinda wanted, in true Self-Indulgent fashion, to record my thoughts about it, see what stands out now I know how the series plays out. I don’t know if anyone will actually want to read this, but I enjoyed writing it, at least!

If any of you don’t know Wolf 359, but are still, for whatever reason, reading this, a) you should go listen! It’s a sci-fi podcast with some awesome characters, and a really great balance of creepiness, wackiness and actual plot. But also, b) I will be posting spoilers here, sorry. It’s been a while, so I think they’re pretty much fair game now? But just so you’re not caught out: here be spoilers.

With that cleared up, then:

Succulent Rat-Killing Tar

In which we meet the disaster that is Douglas Eiffel, Hilbert blows things up, and the Hephaestus receive a strange transmission from deep space.

In some ways, re-listening to this episode was an odd experience, because the characters don’t quite feel solid yet. It’s the same in a few early episodes - tonally, they’re just really different to a lot of what comes later - and I don't think that’s bad, per se, especially since there are things, on a re-listen, that connect this to later episodes. But this episode is particularly weird, I think, even for the early episodes. 

Gabriel Urbina actually talked about this in the writing notes he posted to his Tumblr, how he conceived of Wolf 359 as a one-man show, and  what we get here is basically the Doug Eiffel! Show, with what are essentially cameo appearances from the others. As a consequence of this, Minkowski, Hera and Hilbert don’t get much characterisation, and even things like their voices seem ... odd? Hera, especially, feels more like Space Siri than the snarky AI we know and love, while Minkowski... eh, I don’t know why I don't like her here, but I remember not liking her when I first listened to it either. I think she sounds kind of flat, like she's not quite a real person?

 It’s probably good, then, that Eiffel comes onto the scene fully formed and really freakin' funny. Zach Valenti is a funny man, and he kills it here, from the very first lines. I particularly love how much information he gets into his opening monologue. He takes what looks, superficially, like a lazily-written infodump - because seriously, who would start their log like that on day 448? Does Eiffel open every single log like this?! - and just runs with it. It's such a ludicrous thing to do, and the whole reason I buy that yes, Eiffel totally does just sit there every single night talking to himself, is Zach Valenti’s performance. It's so good, guys, seriously!

On a side-note, I am also endlessly amused at the way in which Eiffel’s utterly bonkers decision to narrate his boring chores like an exposition-heavy radio show gives the Dear Listeners ammo later on. Like, if Eiffel were not such a fundamentally ridiculous character, they would not have his voice to contact the crew. So much of the plot just hinges on Eiffel being a dumbass, and I can respect that.

Besides the fact that he’s this weird, lovable dumbass, we do also get some nice character moments for Eiffel. For one, it’s buried under a lot of funny stuff, but we get our first hints at him having an addictive personality - his love of cigarettes certainly hits differently when you know about his past with alcohol.

There are also, sticking to things I picked up the first time round, hints that Eiffel is perhaps more competent than he lets on? Certainly, he kicks into a different gear when the transmissions come through - the goofing around stops straight away, and he genuinely seems keen to make contact. I like that, I think.

That said, he blows his moment of competence by ignoring the signal and getting coffee. For such a pop culture-savvy guy, he sure falls hard into the "I’m sure it was nothing" trap here. Ugh, Eiffel. Come on. You’re better than this.

I’m not complaining, though, because it does give us time to listen to Alan Rodi's beautiful music. Words cannot convey how much I love it. I don’t know if it's just nostalgia from last time I listened to Wolf 359, but hearing the music again here nearly made me cry, genuinely. I especially love the acoustic piano. I think it'd be easy to go with a technological, electronic sound for a podcast set in space, so the choice to use a more traditional, old-fashioned instrument like a piano is a pleasant surprise, grounding the show in something older and more Earth-bound, and providing the same kind of connection to Earth history and culture that the old music does at the end. You've got electronic bleeping going on, sure, which adds a layer of space-y weirdness to it all. But it's still, underneath the noises, something lovely and comforting and nice. So congrats, Alan Rodi. You made a 30 second coffee break into something really beautiful.

Then we're back and Minkowski has Eiffel reading Pryce and Carter - another mainstay of the show being introduced right there - and then Hilbert's lab is on fire. This whole section is solidly funny, and I especially love the tone of the Pryce and Carter entries. From the muzak in the background, to the disturbing, sort-of-aphoristic style of the entries, which kind of feel like something from Welcome to Night Vale, to the fact that this book seems to have no structure and is just one giant, non-user-friendly list, everything about this is hilarious to me. I also noticed the reference to the idea that somebody might be in space for disciplinary reasons. Which totally won’t be relevant later. Nope. Definitely not.

Hilbert, although his voice is much less growly than I’m used to, feels closer to his later self, character-wise, than the others. He’s maybe a bit too dotty, but then again, literally everything he does during this season is a front anyway, so I'm willing to give that one a pass. Stuff blowing up is always fun, either way, and it also introduces another idea that will stick around: the idea that everything on the Hephaestus is either broken or is about to break. Mentions of a power outage last week, in particular, suggest that this ship is already... less than shipshape.

And the we get the episode's climax, the arrival of the alien message which turns out to be... an old transmission of The Entertainer, by Scott Joplin?

And look, I think this was what sold me on Wolf 359. Sure, it took a while to find it's feet. But this moment was what convinced me that hey, I'll hang around a bit longer. Because it’s such a smart choice. 

Already, by having an audio drama series whose main character is a communications officer, and whose plot centres round him using radios and making audio logs, you have the ingredients for an intensely self-reflective, metatextually interesting show. It makes us think about radio and broadcasting and how sounds are transmitted through space. 

But by using a real recording of The Entertainer, something from the very earliest age of radio, with its gramophone-y crackle, you’re widening the scope, linking us all the way back to the birth of recorded sound. And Eiffel's joy at it all, his glee at finding a connection back to Earth, is a reminder of the power recorded sound can have. Eiffel, listening to Scott Joplin, is transported somewhere new and intriguing. Meanwhile we, listening to some podcast about stars and toothpaste and spacefaring dumbasses, are also transported away from our lives and our world. It’s a lovely idea.

Of course, I could be reading too much into this. It could just be that the piece is out of copyright, and hits the right balance of strange vs. familiar.

Either way, it makes for an ending that’s beautiful, wholesome and surprisingly sweet. I’m charmed, particularly, by how earnest Eiffel seems when he’s talking about how the music makes him feel. After spending a whole episode goofing around, it’s a refreshing change of pace, and it made me smile the first time I listened to it. This time round, it feels a bit more bittersweet, I think. We know that Eiffel won't be going home for a good, long time, after all.

In any case, it's a solid end to an episode that, while it has its issues, still mostly holds up. A surprising amount of plot-relevant stuff is established. Eiffel, at least, is properly introduced. And I get weirdly emotional about radio shows. Nice job, Wolf 359.

 Miscellaneous thoughts:

Eiffel not understanding Hilbert when Zach Valenti voices them both is peak comedy and you can fight me on this

 Eiffel joking about everyone on the ship have “series trust issues”. You ain’t seen nothing yet, hun.

The noises they made for Eiffel slurping coffee are so gross and childish I love them

Ooh, when he’s mocking Minkowski, Eiffel pronounces her name right!

Eiffel calling Hera “sweetheart” ^-^

Hilbert passing the explosion off as a hairdryer omg

[hellishchrissy]

chapter 1 - this will sound dumb

chapter 2 - we need rules

chapter 3 - we’re in this mess together

chapter 4 - just don’t do anything i wouldn’t

The sky was changing colours outside Eleonora’s bedroom window, yet she felt like she couldn’t move. She could see the sun slowly setting in the horizon, laying its last rays of light on the wall of her room, she could see the day wasting away while Eleonora laid there, unmoving, pondering whether she’d ever be able to get up. She glanced at her phone on the nightstand, noticing that the party she and Edoardo were supposed to attend was well underway - which meant that Edoardo would be picking her up any moment now. Fuck. The week of pretending had been exhausting, and the thought of it continuing even on their free time made Eleonora almost nauseous.

After a few more minutes of complete procrastination Eleonora got up, running a hand through her brown hair. She sat on the edge of her bed, eyeing herself in the mirror standing on her desk: a pair of tired, green eyes stared back at her. There wasn’t much time, but Eleonora knew that she had to put a bit of effort into her appearance if she were to blend in at the party - after all, she doubted that many girls attended Chicco Rodi’s parties looking like they had just rolled out of bed. Or maybe they did. Hell if Eleonora knew.

“It’ll be fun,” Eleonora hummed to herself reassuringly while applying red lipstick onto her lips, trying to get back some color onto her pale face. The red had a pretty nice effect on her overall look, and for a moment Eleonora believed her own words. Maybe she’d have fun. Eva was there, after all.

That’s when the doorbell rang, and Eleonora could feel herself going stiff. Was Edoardo at her door? Why wasn’t he waiting for her downstairs like he had done every other day this week? Fuck. “Filo! Don’t open the door, it’s for me!”

Eleonora hurried to her bedroom door, but she already knew she was too late. As she peeked into the hallway, Filo opened the door of their apartment, revealing Edoardo standing there with his hands in his jacket pockets, a polite smile painted onto his lips. He looked surprisingly sweet standing there, his smile wavering only a mere second as his eyes set on Filo, who he clearly had never seen before.

“Well hello,” Filo said, eyeing the boy from head to toe. “Who are you then?”

Edoardo looked at Eleonora over Filo’s shoulders, his smile growing wider. “Uh, Edoardo. Edoardo Incanti. I’m here to take Eleonora to a party.”

Filo opened his mouth theatrically, turning from Edoardo to her sister. “Eleonora, this handsome young man here claims that he’s here to take you to a party. But that just cannot be right, because there is no way that my little sister could possibly be attending a party!”

Eleonora rolled her eyes as she slipped into the hallway, grabbing her jacket on the way to the door. Edoardo’s eyes followed her movements with amusement, and so did Filo’s: only his eyes were jumping from Edoardo to Eleonora, clearly trying to read the situation between the two of them. Filo stepped aside without saying a word when Eleonora put on her shoes and made her way to the door, his expression still curiously confused as Edoardo’s hand gently brushed the small of Eleonora’s back. It was gesture that had grown on him like a habit, but it still made Eleonora shiver nevertheless.

“Well, we’re leaving now,” Eleonora said, glancing at Edoardo. He was holding back laughter.

Filo raised his eyebrows. “I feel like I should be a better big brother and threaten this guy or something.”

“But you won’t.”

The blonde boy shrugged, crossing his arms as he took one more glance of the pair. “Nope, I won’t. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Which is not much, but you get the point.”

Eleonora chuckled at Filo’s words as she closed the door behind her and Edoardo, seeing that he was still stifling his laughter as they made their way to his car. They stayed in silence until the car was already moving, but Eleonora knew that Edoardo was just dying to say something.

She crossed her arms like a child placing her feet on the dashboard. There was always something comforting about their joint car rides through Rome, whether they were at the crack of dawn or at night. For a moment she felt almost blue at the thought of these rides ending - there was something eerily calming about them. Eleonora loved the feeling of sitting there, Edoardo’s playlist quietly playing in the background, while she looked at the eternal city coming alive around them. Night had fallen over Rome, but that was the moment it was at its most beautiful.

“Is it a long drive?” Eleonora asked after a few minutes, tearing her gaze from the city lights.

Edoardo shook his head, pointing to a house on a hill that they were quickly approaching. “See that? That’s Chicco’s house.”

It was an enormous house, and by the time they pulled up on the driveway that was already filled with cars, Eleonora’s head was spinning. It felt absurd that people lived in houses like these, nearly in the heart of Rome. The house looked surprisingly inviting, the lights emitting from the windows painting the driveway golden. A steady beat making the whole house shake, and suddenly Eleonora felt almost excited to be there. Edoardo opened the car door for her like he always did, offering his hand to Eleonora as he did so. Eleonora grabbed it, jumping down from the car. Edoardo pulled her slightly closer as her feet touched the ground, then let go of her with lingering fingers.

It was like their own, daily dance - Edoardo would take his hand, and for a brief moment he’d keep her there, close to him, always clumsily masking it as nothing. He always let go of her soon, but sometimes he lingered a second or two more. It had become their little routine, their little habit, something Eleonora was so used to after a week of pretending.

Edoardo stopped to take a look of Eleonora, his eyes glossing over her red lips and her green eyes in the twilight. As he did so, Eleonora pulled an elastic band from her wrist and tied her hair up on a bun, preferring to keep her hair out of her face - after all, she had barely had enough time to brush it before the whole Filo-Edoardo scene had unfolded right on her doorstep.

Edoardo’s hand reached out to her, touching her hair. “No, don’t. You look good with your hair down.”

Eleonora frowned, her fingers hesitating. “What?”

“You look good with your hair down,” Edoardo repeated, pulling the elastic band from the girl’s hair gently, careful not to hurt the her. Eleonora’s hair fell back onto her shoulders, making Edoardo smile approvingly. “Like that. You look good.”

It seemed like they both froze there, staring at each other in the dark. Edoardo looked handsome, the golden specks of light dancing on his features, shining a little light on his eyes, on his cheeks, and eventually on his lips, that were now curved into a smile. His gaze on Eleonora was relentless, yet it didn’t invasive in the least - it was almost a familiar feeling, the feeling of Edoardo’s eyes on her. She was used to it by now, just now like this. Not in private, not when there was no one to witness them. There was tension.

“Is that Edoardo fucking Incanti I’m seeing on my damn driveway?!” Chicco Rodi’s intoxicated voice pierced the air followed by laughter, and both Eleonora and Edoardo jumped, and the boy gave her a strange, intense look before grabbing her hand.

Edoardo’s entire being shifted, a familiar cocky smile climbing up on his lips. “Wish it wasn’t, Rodi. You think I don’t have better things to do on my Friday nights?”

Edoardo’s hand let go of Eleonora’s but his arm wrapped around her and pulled her to his side instead. There was something effortlessly chill about the way he held there, like there had not been a day that Eleonora not had been there, nudged to his side. Chicco met them halfway as they made their to the house, and Eleonora noticed a half-empty bottle of scotch in his right hand.

“Well, you think I want your bum ass in my house drinking my booze and eating my food?” Chicco fired back with a smile that was scarily similar to Edoardo’s.

Edoardo grinned, and Eleonora could feel his body vibrating with laughter again. “Well, you see, this one just couldn’t stay away,” he explained, pointing to Eleonora on his side.

Chicco’s eyes immediately shot to stare at Eleonora, his eyes far more than just curious - no, he looked like he had been dying to meet the new girlfriend of Edoardo, the girl who had popped out of nowhere from a different school and then had snagged the most popular guy in their school. Chicco tilted his head, and his expression melted into a smile that was surprisingly warm. “Oh, Eleonora, I just knew there was a reason that I liked you.”

“Of course,” Chicco continued, gesturing with his hands for the pair to follow him as he made his way back to the house, “There’s not much competition. I mean, those girls before you, Eleonora… Sheesh. Elena was a grade A bitch - wait, no. She still is a grade A bitch.”

“Is she here?” Asked Edoardo.

Chicco gave him a look that was half-apologetic, and Eleonora felt shivers. Elena was here? THE Elena? Eleonora shot Edoardo worried look, but the boy responded by squeezing her to his side tightly for a brief second as they made their way down a long, extravagant hallway towards the booming music and the sounds of people screaming and singing.

“It’s a beautiful house,” Eleonora said to Chicco, who smiled at her drunkenly.

“Thank you, Eleonora! My parents have five.”

Eleonora had been to parties before, but the get-togethers of her middle school years at her former school were nothing compared to this; there were so many people all across the house, scattered on the yard dancing. Nearly all the faces were foreign to Eleonora, except the few she actually recognized from her new school, one of them being Elena, Edoardo’s ex-girlfriend. She was standing near the doorway with a friend, but her eyes were shooting daggers at Eleonora and Edoardo.

“If looks could kill, this would be a crime scene,” Edoardo whispered in a sing-songy voice, and Eleonora couldn’t help herself from laughing. And when she did, Edoardo’s eyes softened for a quarter of a second - it was a certain twinkle of emotion that was so quickly gone, Eleonora could’ve sworn that it was never there at all. Her thoughts were quickly redirected as Edoardo navigated her through the party, introducing her to his friends, his arm firm around her waist as he did so. The boy’s friends were all very welcoming, but Eleonora could see the undeniable curiosity that was shining through all of their smiles.

“Eleonora!” Eva’s voice echoed through the room, and both Edoardo and Eleonora turned towards the sound. Eva was rushing through the crowd to get to her friend, her lips curved up to a smile so bright her eyes were twinkling. “You’re here! I was scared you were bailing!”

Eleonora smiled and threw a look at Edoardo. “Oh no, Edo was just taking forever getting ready.”

Edoardo could feel himself zoning out as the girls kept conversing, partly to give the two of them the chance to catch up - after all, he had never really talked to Eva and it did seem strange to talk to her like a close friend even if he was dating her good friend. He could see Eva was already tipsy by the look of her smile and the way she kept moving to the beat of the music in the background, like her body was telling her to dance. She seemed sweet. And apparently Edoardo wasn’t the only one thought so, as he could see Fede’s gaze playing on Eva from the other side of the room, his head tilted slightly to the right.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Fede would not be good for her.

“Hey, I’m going to the bathroom,” Edoardo said to Eleonora, pressing a brief kiss into her hair, then letting go of her. The girls continued their conversation as Edoardo made his way down the hallway and into one of the many bathrooms that Chicco’s house had. Seriously, it was ridiculous. There were at least six bathrooms in the fucking house, and Chicco basically lived alone as his parents were too busy travelling to actually check up on their youngest son anymore.

Edoardo was about to pull the door of the bathroom shut when someone slid their foot in to stop him from doing so; it was Elena, who used Edoardo’s confusion as a chance to slip inside the bathroom. Edoardo took a step back from his ex-girlfriend, and he heard the girl lock the door of the bathroom behind his back.

“Hi,” Elena said, her voice just as soft as Edoardo remembered. It was strange seeing her here, like this, when she looked just as beautiful as Edoardo remembered. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been with her alone.

“Hey.”

“You haven’t been returning my texts,” Elena accused, slowly approaching Edoardo until they were close enough to touch.

They didn’t, though, and Edoardo crossed his arms across his chest like he was trying to protect himself. “Didn’t have anything to say to you.”

“Oh really? You think I’m gonna buy that? You’ve been acting so weird lately, Edo. First were break up, and suddenly you’ve got some cheap little rebound girl? What the fuck?”

Edoardo could feel himself flinching at Elena’s harsh words of Eleonora, even if he knew that they were merely fuelled by drunken anger. Still, Edoardo felt something he wasn’t expecting: anger. “Don’t talk about her like that, Elena.”

“Why not? What is there about her that I don’t see?” Elena challenged, taking a step closer. “You think she’s prettier than me, Edoardo?”

She sounded like a wounded little girl, even if she tried to mask it under a tone so sharp Edoardo could swear could cut like a knife. “You know that I’ve always thought that you’re beautiful, Elena.”

Elena shook her head, taking a sip of her wine glass. She turned her gaze away from Edoardo, and an awkward silence set between the two of them. It felt awful being there, knowing that there was so much history between them yet knowing that it all was ruined. But for the first time Edoardo could look at Elena and not feel this great sorrow of losing her. He was staring at her now, close enough to see hear her breathing, and he felt almost nothing for her.

“Elena, I’ve gotta go.” And with that Edoardo slipped away from her, slipping out of the bathroom and leaving Elena there alone, relieved that he had survived his first face-on confrontation with her ex-girlfriend. There was no violence, no yelling, no bodies - a success, even if Edoardo did so himself. He joined the stream of people, trying to catch a glimpse of Eva’s long red hair or Eleonora’s brown curls. After about 15 minutes of searching, the boy found the pair in the corner of the room, sharing a bottle of beer on the couch. Fede and and Matteo were with them, and Edoado could feel a sting of jealousy in his chest when he saw Matteo leaning in closer to Eleonora as they talked.

“Hey.” Edoardo interrupted sharply. “Wanna get out of here? Get some food or something?”

Eleonora shrugged, downing the rest of the beer. She turned to Eva and whispered something into the girl’s ear, and they exchanged brief cheek kisses before Eleonora got up on her feet. “Let’s go.”

Edoardo offered his hand out to Eleonora, and she grabbed it. And this time she didn’t hesitate.

[incantavaxx]

So, in the spirit of share the love, let’s play a game! Rules: it doesn’t matter how much you have watched of each remake, if it’s everything or just one clip or even if you have to go and watch the trailer just to do this, let’s say something you love about EACH remake. (If I forgot one remake, scream at me in the comments and I’ll add it immediately!)

 Skam Italia: My baby. Obviously biased because it’s my culture, so I relate to it on a whole other level, but the friendships in this are so well done. So deep and natural, funny but in a spontaneous and not scripted looking way (the actors are best friends irl and it shows). The boysquad in particular stole my heart and soul and it is what made season 2 to me: I think I enjoyed OG Evak more than Nicotino and maybe I’ll enjoy other Evak more as well, but this boysquad right here will always own my ass. Their chemistry, the support, the mocking and the hugs, the physical affection, the depth of every single one of them. Gio is the best friend and magic wizard everyone deserves, but Elia and Luchino are just as amazing. “Patatine e marmellata”, the clip where Martino and Nicco wake up to the boysquad singing Buon viaggio while cleaning, the same boysquad that slept on the floor for them, well this clip right here is my favorite out of all the Skam Universe. It’s just so pure and real. “Share the love.”

Honorable mentions to: Mamma “finally a good parent” Rametta, Filippo “water only if my room is on fire” Sava, Chicco “savior of gays and god of tutorials” Rodi, Edoardo “I look like a badass but I bake cookies for my crush” Incanti.

Also: The bike scene: Martino taking off the mask while laughing happily with Nicco in front of San Pietro, the most important chatolic church in the world. It really doesn’t get more powerful than that. Which brings me to my last point. The setting, Rome. The eternal city. Only remake to have the Colosseum casually chilling in the background.

Druck: They have Matteo. Do I need to say more? I don’t even know what it is about him, it’s just this unique vibe he has, I loved him from the start and I’m loving his season so far –also I love that his Even (David, Beany Boy, GerEven, wherever you might call him) is so different as well and I hope the character is going to be trans just like the actor. And the fact that there is this confusion about Matteo possibly being Even because of all the little changes (the fricking ciguarette, the Sarah storyline...)? We absolutely don’t know what to expect from this season and I’m here for it. Also, that scene in season 2 where Alexander has a panick attack? That was not only my favorite scene from Druck, but one of my favorite scenes from the Skam universe as a whole, OG included. It was so well acted and so so SO important, the human, hurt side of the William’s character is usually just “told”, but here it was “showed”, raw and real, and it was powerful (and I cried a lot). Mia was there for him and the fact that they showed that even a cool, badass, male character can have panic attacks is, again, so important.

Kiki (Vilde) had an amazing development and let’s not forget that their female Chris has blue hair and she’s simply gorgeous.   

 Skam Austin: The fact that they kept us all guessing in season one because we didn’t know WHO was the Isak characters was amazing and I’m so happy that it turned out to be Shay, she’s an absolute queen and I’m so excited to see the first female Isak’s season, she’s gonna crush it, I know it. And I can’t wait to meet her Even, I also love the fact that we don’t know yet if it’s gonna be a new character or maybe Megan (Eva) herself, that would make them the only remake to have Eva/Isak canon basically and wow. But to be honest I don’t actually care, like if it’s Megan I’m here for it, if it’s a new girl, I’m here for it too, I just want to see Shay rocks her season. 

And their Chris is adorable btw -- > *about eating broccoli* “It’s like eating a tiny three”.

 Skam France: They are killing it with this season, Lucas (Isak) is a little savage and I pay this remake my respects for changing the first Evak pool kiss in a RAIN kiss, like, wow, they did that. And the buttcheeks on the mural, the kiss covered in paint, Skam France is feeding us well. Manon and Lucas have one if not the best Noora/Isak friendship, the scene where they both cry on the couch, without talking, is one of my favorite, just like the one where Lucas plays the piano (chills). And this is actually a clip that came out today but I HAVE to mention it: Imane (Sana) talking down the teacher from deleting the mural because all the colors represent all their differences and also skin colors, differences that can’t be covered in white, I loved it and I’m definitely excited for her season and all the changes they’ll make –since it’s not going to be the last season. Also I’m finding Emma (Eva) more adorable and funny in each clip (HER LAVA LAMP LMAO).

SkamNL: I only watched a few clips here and there even if I want to fix that when I’ll have more time, but this doesn’t stop me to have a crush on basically every single member of the girlsquad, like… they’re all beautiful and the Eva’s character looked very different from all the others Evas, I don’t know how to explain it, she’s just…cool. I haven’t heard about big changes in the plot but the vibe I got from what I’ve seen is still very original and different, it’s something on its own and I totally get why so many people love this one.

Also, I’m not sleeping on their Noorhelm: Liv, the Noora’s character, is SICK (in a good way) and Noah, the William, looks adorable and almost a new character, I’m definitely excited for their interactions this season, I think they’ll change quite a lot because Liv won’t take any bullshit from no one (and I love her for it).  

 SkamEspana: Okay I watched very little of this, but this remake is CRAZY and I’m here for it, Lucas (Isak) is already out of the closet and he has a fucking youtube channel, how great is that, and they’re going to have a CHRIS season which is an absolute first and it’s going to be about her sexuality too, if you haven’t seen the trailer where she’s in the pool go watch it because it’s one of my favorite trailer ever, I’m not even properly following this remake but DAMN, that was glorious and poetic cinema at its finest. This is the remake that changed the most out of all of them and I have no idea what to expect from it: I LOVE this. Also I remember when in one of the first episodes it seemed that the Vilde character was actually Noora, and then the bell suddenly rang, the Eva’s character opened the door and THERE SHE WAS, blonde hair, red lipstick, cute as hell, ‘hi I’m Noora’.  My favorite introduction of the Noora’s character among all the remakes.

 WTFock: I haven’t watched a single clip from this remake yet (because it was the last to come out and my social life is already overwhelmed enough as it is by all the Skam) but is this going to stop me from saying at least one good thing about this? NOPE, so here we go --- > This remake wins BEST NAME hands down, like, we have all Skam*country* and then it comes, WTFock LMAO Awesome, just awesome.

 And then, of course, last but not last…

SKAM OG: It created all of this.

[all-things-skam]

Hey! I love your writing, so I thought I’d send you an idea with the prompts 69 and 30 :-) how about something set after the fight where both of them are sulking and (obviously) missing each other. Edoardo goes out to get drunk with his boys as a distraction and ends up calling ele in the middle of the night and she picks him up?

Incantava angst please! Edoardo regretting that he offered up the breakup and Eleonora wishing she had said something. Skam Italia’s silence over Easter break is killing me 😭

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30. ‘‘I don’t feel well…’‘

69. ‘‘You’re drunk. The night’s over.’‘

Title: Drunken pillowtalk

Ship: Skam Italia | Eleonora Sava and Edoardo Incanti (Incantava)

After tossing and turning for over an hour and half in her bed, Eleonora came to the conclusion that sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight. She even tried a relaxing herbal tea that would hopefully help her find sleep but, the camomile didn’t do much to her case.

She let her mom believe that she had napped during the afternoon and that it was the reason she couldn’t sleep but, deep down, Eleonora knew what was keeping her up but she didn’t want to think nor talk about it. It’s not like she could talk to anyone anyway.

The weight of she and Edoardo’s fight - and breakup - earlier today felt heavy in Eleonora’s head and chest. She had replayed the scene over and over in her head so many times since she got home and, every single time, a new feeling bloomed, going from anger to regret.

After much thinking, she still stood by her moral, thinking that violence wasn’t the right way to solve problems. Breaking a chair on someone’s back too violent for her taste, she couldn’t have someone like that in her life. Even if Edoardo was defending her friends.

She regretted bringing up Edoardo’s family. Eleonora knew that this family was a touchy subject, something he verbally told her he wasn’t ready to open up about yet, she went and used that against him, hurting him where she knew he would hurt. It was vile.

In moments like this, Eleonora wished she was close to her mom. She wished they had this kind of relation where they were each other’s best friend and would tell each other everything but, sadly, the woman whom she called Mama was too caught up in her work life to care about her daughter’s personal life. Although she liked to remind her kids that she loved them but the brunette doubted her mother would listen to her if she were to tell her about her boys problems.

With a sigh, Eleonora picked up her phone, going over the groupchat’s chat once again.

Silvia: Girls! Do you think Edoardo will be at Marco’s party tonight?

Sana: Here she goes again…

Silvia: Does any of you knows?!

Siliva: Or, should I put a sexy dress on just in case?

Fede: Guess packing will have to wait! Party time🎉🎉

Fede: Wear the gold one. You know, the ones that makes your boobs look amazing

Silvia: Yes, Fede!! I think Edoardo will like this one

Eva: Your boobs are going to jump at his face, of course he’ll like it 😂

Silvia: Eva!

Sana: Well, she’s not wrong

Eva: You coming, Ele?

Eleonora: Sorry. I can’t. My mom is here for Easter weekend and I want to spend time with her

She felt bad for lying to the girls but, it’s not like she could tell them the truth. Well, she could but, what would be the point? It was over between her and Edoardo. The revelation of their secret relationship would only cause drama in their group and probably hurt Silvia. Some things were better left unsaid.

Feeling the guilt fill her stomach, she put her phone on her nightstand and pressed her head into her pillow, wishing for sleep to take her.

Eleonora didn’t separate from the device long because the screen lit up, creating a cast of light through her dark room. She reached for it and saw Edoardo’s name on her screen. Eyebrows furrowed, she took the call.

“It’s almost midnight, Edoardo, why are you calling me?” She scoffed. “Don’t you have a party to attend?”

“I shouldn’t have said that… Why did you break up with me, Ele?” His voice was unusual, much slower and slurred.

“I didn’t breakup with you, you did,” she reminded him. He was the one who said she wasn’t obligated to stay with him. He gave her an out. She never replied.

“I miss you, Ele.”

Eleonora bit down her lip, closing her eyes. She missed him too but she wouldn’t admit it. It was difficult for her to admit her feelings and lower her guard to someone…just like it was difficult for her to admit and recognize her wrongs.

“It’s late, Edoardo. I-I’m gonna hang up now.”

“No! No, please don’t leave me, Ele. I need you in my life. It was a mistake to leave you, Ele. A huge mistake and I-” She heard a rustling followed by a thud, as if something had fell. “Fuck.”

Eleonora sat up in her bed. Wait. Was he…drunk? Of course he was, it was Friday night. Something didn’t feel right though. Out of all the time Eleonora saw him at parties, she couldn’t recall ever seeing him drunk or even tipsy. She had seen him drink a beer or two at parties but Edo was always the most sober of the house. Something must be really wrong if he had drunk himself into this state.

“Edoardo? Edoardo, where are you?” she asked, suddenly growing worried.

“At Chico’s. C-can you come here? Please, I don’t feel well…”

.

Slipping on a random sweater and jeans, Eleonora grabbed a jacket along with a pair of boots and went over to Chicco Rodi’s house. Lucky for Edoardo, she had gone to his house in the past and knew where he lived.

The party was still in full swing when she got there. Someone offered her a drink but she ignored him and moved past him, searching for a familiar head or dark curls. Not seeing Edoardo anywhere on the first floor, she messaged him, asking where he was and followed his directions, pushing open the door of the room where he took Silvia too the first time she met him.

She felt wrong going in this room, as if she was giving in and giving up her morals for someone who didn’t deserve her heart. She felt like she was penetrating in a place she shouldn’t be going.

“Edoardo?”

There he was, sitting on the cream colored armchair, a glass of what seemed to be strong liquor, whiskey or rhum. He looked like a mess, the first two buttons of his dark shirt were unbuttoned, probably feeling sweaty from the alcohol he had drank.

As his name left her lips, he looked up, his glassy eyes meeting her clear green ones. “You came,” he stated, sounding surprised to see her.

“I was worried about you.”

“You? Worried about me?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Since when do you worry about me? Last time we spoke, you cared more about pacifism than me.” Edoardo balanced the drink in his hand, watching the amber colored liquid swish in the glass.

Eleonora sat on the edge of the bed right in front of him. He couldn’t be more wrong. Pacifism was important to her and stood by her reasoning that conflicts shouldn’t be solved with violence but, so was Edoardo’s safety.

“That’s not true. Why do you think I’m here tonight? Why do you think I walked all the way to your friend’s house in the middle of the night after you drunk called me if I don’t care about you? I do care about you, Edoardo Incanti…more than I should…more than I let myself think I do.”

He chuckled in response, taking a gulp of liquor.

Annoyed by his behavior, Eleonora stood and took the glass from him, deciding it was enough for the night. “You’ve had enough. You’re drunk. The night’s over.”

Eleonora was pleasantly surprised when Edoardo didn’t protest, letting her take the glass from him. She was even more surprised when he silently sat into the cab with her and let her take him home.

.

The drive to Edoardo’s seemed to have helped him sober up. Or, maybe he wasn’t that drunk.

“Are you staying for the night?” Edoardo asked as they entered his bedroom. He doubted she would stay but, it didn’t hurt to ask.

“I don’t know. It depends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “On what?”

Eleonora stayed quiet, having a look at the decoration in Edoardo’s bedroom, frowning at that weird lamp with a guitar as body in the corner. “I don’t know. Are you going to yell at me again?”

Edoardo drew an intake of breath and sighed, taking a seat on the bed, feeling a bit dizzy from the liquor. “Okay. I shouldn’t have yelled at you this afternoon. But, I don’t retire what I said.” He looked up, searching for Ele’s eyes. “You don’t listen to what I say, ever. You hear me but you don’t listen to me. It’s like your opinion is the only one that’s right but, in life, you’re gonna have to accept that you can’t always be right. You’re not perfect, Eleonora. And me either. The human nature is flawed.”

Bitting into her bottom lip, Eleonora casted her gaze down. She hated for her flaws to be pointed but, Edoardo was right. She was stubborn and always wanted to be right. The way she scolded Edoardo regarding the fight and his violent behavior sounded like her moral judgement was above everybody else.

“You make me feel like whatever I do, I’m never going to be good enough for you.”

Before meeting Eleonora, Edoardo had never felt inferior to someone, he had never felt like he wasn’t good enough for someone. He had always been this confident, good looking guy who could get everything he wanted by flashing his charming smile and showing off his body.

Except with Eleonora, she wasn’t phased by it, she was indifferent to his charm. Or, that’s what she wanted him to believe. It took a lot of work from Edoardo to pierce her shell and get her to fall for him.

He shared with her part of him no one knew about and, the second she found herself being kicked off of her pedestral, she used his words against him, hurting him in a way only she knew.

He was visibly hurt by Eleonora saying he was always playing the victim and using his family to blame his behavior. She didn’t know half of what he went through with his family.

“I’ll admit that using a chair as defense weapon was wrong but, when I saw Fede on the ground, being held down and punched but one of those Giochi Square guys, begging for my help, I took what was available without thinking and helped by best friend. If I recall, last year, you didn’t hesitate to deffend Eva when Fede’s girlfriend came for her. I heard some rumors that people had to hold you back from jumping at her throat.”

Ele stiffled a laugh. “You’re exagerating. I wouldn’t have jumped at her throat, that’s a bit extreme.” She sat on the bed with him, about to make apologies of her own. “I’m sorry for what I said to you. I was wrong to bring your father and brother into this and say you were playing the victim. I said this to hurt you, because I knew it was going to hurt you.”

She kept her eyes on the comforter, unable to look at Edoardo in the eyes after being so hurtful to him. Sensing the guilt in her behavior, he reached out and intertwined their fingers together, silently accepting her apologies.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna crash.”

After the liquor he drank, it wasn’t surprising that he was feeling sleepy. Edoardo stood and removed his clothes, slipping underneath the covers.

Just as he thought Eleonora was going to say goodnight and leave but, she didn’t. Eyebrows pulled together, he watched her taking off her jacket and standing up to unbutton her jeans.

“What are you doing?”

She gave him a small smile. “I’m staying.”

She got under the sheets with him, her cold feet brushing his bare leg, something she couldn’t have done the last time she had slept here.

A smile tugged at the older boy’s lips, followed by an amused chuckle. “Should I set up a pillow barrier or are we good for tonight? Oh! Do you need my jacket?’

Eleonora swatted him with a pillow, causing Edoardo to laugh.

[mentalcurls]

5. Cosa ti eccita?

Episode 5, we’re almost halfway throught the season! This time I talk about that thing Martino says, mother-daughter relationships and my journey to empathizing with Edoardo Incanti (for now) as well as the results of the Bechdel test for this episode, of course!

this episode start so nicely: Martino talking shit about each and every one of Eva’s friends

he manages to be racist, sizeist, a slut shamer, classist and sexist and misogynist all in one sentence with this lovely bunch of derogatory definitions; plus he’s an asshole in general and unsupportive of Eva

Elia is right there with him laughing at all that, probably Peccio is too, Gio maybe cracked a smile, but don’t think for a second that anything but Eva’s face and the thought of the conversation they need to have held him back (I’d like to take this opportunity to remind y’all Gio in this remake isn’t as interested in politics as Jonas is in the og)

this is , from what I read online (I only watched S1 months after it aired), one of those scenes that made people angry and I can see why. It wouldn’t have been enough for me to stop watching, but I get why some people did. I do agree that a scene like that shouldn’t not bother you. I am angry that things like the ones Marti says are accepted without comment, that nobody taught him better, that none of the characters have been taught better, much less better enough for any of them to shut Marti up and confront him about the shit he just said; Eva knows it’s wrong, but she doesn’t even try to explain why to him, because she doesn’t have the words to and she feels like it’s be pointless. Eleonora might have been able to confront him and shut him up with one of her vitriolic answers, but it would have been met most likely with “Oh, burn” comments by the other guys. It’s what it’s like in Italy and I don’t think a show that has professes to be as realistic as possible should be attacked for portraying the realistic comments dumb, ignorant boys make or for not forcing a scene when one of the characters is suddenly knowledgeable and eloquent enough to confront all the issues in Marti’s statement. This are 16 years old. I’m Italian and I was “woke”-ish at 16, kept up with politics even, but I don’t think I’d have been able to to it. What Skam Italia did, in my opinion, to counteract Martino’s words in this scene, is show us that his definitions are false, narrow-minded and based on prejudice by giving us an in into these girls lives. No-one can watch Skam and believe Marti’s words. Unfortunately, in a realistic show set in Italy, that’s all we can ask for.

this is also one of the first times we hear Marti discuss girls with the guys and it projects me straight to ep.1 of S2, when we have the “buste di piscio” comment. For all we love our baby deer Martino Rametta like it’s our collective firstborn and we would die for him, he’s a misogynistic fucker sometimes; thankfully by the end of S2 he’s grown up quite a bit (and I hope and pray that the combo of Filippo, Sana and Niccolò will make him grow even more by the next time we see him).

on a lighter note, IL PECCIO IS IN THIS SCENE, IN THE FLESH!

“Tell me what’s the problem” “I don’t have a problem” “Eh, me neither” YEAH guys, that’s why you’re so warm and affectionate

Giovanni, you hypocrite. You complained you don’t want to be one of those couples that are attached to the hip and you acted like Eva was always bothering you, so you told her to make friends; now she has friends, she’s stopped always catering to you and only you, and you’re gonna act mad? You wanted your cake, honey, now eat it!

so is that “You can stay, the guys are gonna go in a bit” thing Gio trying to build a bridge or him beginning the prep for the lie about wanting to go to dinner with Eva’s parents and then bailing on them to get back at her? On one hand, I don’t want to believe my dear Giovanni Garau would do that, on the other this particular set of circumstances with Eva brings out some of his worst traits

ok, I understand Eva and Eleonora want to know why Sana got mad and threw her drink at Laura to empathize with her properly, since they also are not her biggest fans, but their being really oblivious to Sana’s loud “stop bothering me!” signals

“I had to run away like an idiot thanks to you” actually, Silvia, he left you there like an idiot, while he went to be “the big bad man of the house who will solve all the problems” (btw was the house even his? wasn’t it Chicco Rodi’s party, why was it at Edoardo’s place?)

anyways, the reason Silvia is so mad is because what Sana did is so far from the prim and proper, low-maintenance girl Silvia is trying to be, in Edoardo’s eyes especially, and she’s terrified he’s gonna lump her in with her friend, who’s already difficult enough on her own because she insists on being different

aaaaand Silvia goes for the racist insult; at least this time the other girls tell her to calm down and Ele seems pretty ready to give her a piece of her mind, though she stops at the last minute cause she seems to think that while Silvia is this mad she’s a lost cause

SILVIA ACTUALLY GOT A TEXT instead of sending one, Sana would almost be proud

YAS SKAM ITALIA GIVING INFORMATION ABOUT CONTRACEPTIVES

I mean, sex ed is not bad about sexual health and contraceptives here but it’s always good to show “actual” kids being careful

of course, they’re only half careful, given that they’re thinking of unwanted pregnancies, while ignoring the very real risk of venereal diseases, given that they’re talking about unprotected sex with a boy who’s notoriously promiscuous

still, I want to stress how this is a conversation between girls only; the “burden” of thinking about contraception always falls on girls’ shoulders: Silvia doesn’t think for a minute Edoardo might bring and not mind using a condom and just knows she’s the one who needs to be worrying about contraception; Eva took the pill and is now using the ring so we know she’s the one who’s been taking care of contraception in her relationship with Gio, too. It takes two to tango ladies, so why the fuck do we excuse male half of the couple from this part of sex??

honestly, it’s midday so Eva should get out of bed, but that piece of crostata isn’t the kind of thing I’d wake up for

oh, what a beautiful mother-daughter relationship! I’m kidding, but also not. It’s obvious Eva’s mum is not at home much, but she makes an effort to be there as much as she can: she keeps up with her grades, she badgers Eva so she’ll study and when she has some free time even offer to revise together, she brings her breakfast in bed, she’s there to listen when Eva confides in her. She probably feels bad she’s not up to date with Eva’s personal life and guilty that she’s not there for her daughter as much as she wants to be. And Eva screams at her like a proper teenager, but then she does a beautiful thing and actually apologizes, saying the words “I’m sorry”, and despite still lying she tells her mom a bit about herself (sure, there’s external pressure for her to do so in the form of Gio and of her new friends who want to come by her place, but still), she opens up, she communicates, which is really good cause she seems to have good parents, who for example don’t freak out at the mention of a boyfriend but ask her first and foremost if she’s happy

and Eva, what’s the point of saying “Yes, I’m happy” and looking anything but? You be thankful your mom takes it for embarrassment, cause you were not convincing

aaaand Gio hasn’t gotten any lately because of the fight so he’s horny, cute

Gio meets Eleonora! And it’s absolutely uneventful, but then again, it would be: even considering Marti’s classification, she’s not the weirdest and she’s the least interesting out of the girl squad to Gio, cause he’s already getting some, so he doesn’t care that she doesn’t put out

what is interesting is Gio’s worried face when the free clinic gets mentioned: dude, if maybe you were more involved in contraception and collaterals in your own relationship, then maybe your first reaction wouldn’t be worry

the “Prima volta?” lady cracks me up (also, in case anybody doesn’t know, she’s the same person that asks Marti if Nico’s bottle of antidote is a bomb in S2 ep. 7 and - I’ve read somewhere - the stylist of the series)

when Silvia huffed and looked put out at the mention of the clinic on the bus, I was unsure whether it was a fear thing or a “tsk, plebeians” thing, but it appears she’s genuinely scared: girl, why? I get being embarrassed, uncomfortable, but she’s more nervous than if she was taking the maturità exams

Silvia is not mad at anybody, much less Sana, because good, low-maintenance girls don’t get angry, don’t cause commotions, they’re graceful and compassionate and forgiving and nuisances simply don’t exist for them

the doctor is actually so helpful! in the og she was 99% comic relief, 1% actually helpful, but this doctor is nice and warm and encouraging

Silvia’s terrified/disgusted face when presented with a dildo, that’s not a girl who looks ready to have sex

at least Fede seems puzzled but interested

Silvia just seems so dumb in this scene: she doesn’t speak for herself, she is absolutely floored when faced with a sex toy and a condom, she seems to think that taking the pill for to days actually works as contraception, she doesn’t think of asking Eva to use her home to meet up with Edoardo before telling him yes... tbh she almost looks like she’s a bit drunk

still, she just knows how to manipulate people to get her way. She even brings the doctor on her side.

“Do you think it’ll hurt?” considering how unsure and worried you are, YES

Eleonora changing topics as soon as her sex life is brought into question 😏 but also, her lost face when Eva says sex shouldn’t hurt except maybe a bit at the beginning

THANK YOU ELEONORA SAVA FOR SAYING THE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT NEED TO BE SAID

the disgusted face Silvia makes at the word “turned on”???

ok, how good is it to see girls in media talking about sex and about their fantasies without any shaming whatsoever? (The comparison between getting turned on by clothes and animals played for comedy is a bit unfortunate, but imo it doesn’t ruin the positive, accepting mood of the scene)

*Regina George voice* Silvia, stop trying to make jello happen!

ok, so, my secondhand embarrassment levels are always through the roof during this scene

look how taken aback Eva’s mom looks when she sees Edoardo! He definitely looks nothing like the third year boy she pictured when she imagined Eva’s boyfriend, I mean, she was thinking more along the lines of Laura’s boyfriend, that nice boy Giovanni she’d met that one time…

oh, but poor Edoardo too, he’s planning for a one night stand and suddenly he has to deal with parents?? This was not the plan. Does this annoying, kind of pretty girl who wants to sleep with him think he’s her boyfriend or something? What a nightmare. Oh, wait, she’s not even here, is she toying with him in a misguided attempt at playing hard to get? Wait, she wanted him to go to dinner with her parents? Is this some kind of prank? Did he get the wrong house? WTF

AND THE DAD ARRIVES OH GOD when fathers get involved the situation usually escalates, you can feel Edoardo going “Nope. Nope. Think, Edo. Get out of this NOW.”

ok, the redhead he vaguely remembers from the party, great, now can she explain him what’s going on? No, she’s telling him he needs to leave and slamming the door in his face. (Also, first appearance of the boss Eva we see at Silvia’s 80s party in S2, hello gorgeous!)

and Silvia is hiding on the stairs. Which is cute and not at all “sfigate allucinanti”-like (see ep.3). Just like telling a guy to come over but not at your actual place isn’t. It’s fine having to ask your friend to borrow her place, having to sneak in, having sex in a house you don’t know and where you need to be careful not leave signs of your presence, on the bed where your friend sleeps, with her photos on the wall, her knick-knacks on the shelves, her clothes in the closet. It’s totally cool. Even when the guy you’re having sex with is polite and gets there a few minutes early, so he accidentally meets your friend’s parents and nearly panics and definitely learns this is not your place, you know, that’s stuff that happens and it’s absolutely cool. He just calls you crazy.

so really, I never thought I’d see the day, but I empathize with Edoardo Incanti and I understand him ghosting Silvia (not the whole “Who are you again?” conversation, just the ghosting) because she’s clearly in too deep, he’s know that since her first string of texts, and she’s doing borderline creepy things like borrowing her friend’s house to have sex in? And Edoardo is not interested in a girlfriend, much less a stalker, so he just goes for the path of least resistance and disappears, hoping she’ll get over it soo. (Except of course she doesn’t and she confronts him, so really, what’s the best way not to give her any stupid hope? Being cruel. And that’s what he does.)

back to Eva, Gio cancels and Eva TURNS HIS OWN “Non ho parole “ BACK ON HIM how wild

side note, I honestly really really would have wanted to see Paola’s reaction when, at some point, Eva tells her she was dating Giovanni; I just can’t decide what she’d think

Bechdel test: the episode passes the test. We have Eva and Ele pestering Sana about the fight at the party, then the two of the and Silvia discussing the pill, the conversation about Sana’s father’s patient’s restaurant outside the gyno’s office at the clinic and finally there’s a good 75% of the conversation in Eva’s bedroom, between Silvia, Ele, Fede and Eva herself, that actually passes the test. There’s just a couple of mentions of Edoardo in the middle.

This post is part of my complete series of meta about Skam Italia season 1.  If you’d like to read more of my thoughts about the other episodes, you can find the mastepost linked in the top bar on my blog under SKAMIT: EVA. Cheers!

[gadgetgirl71]

Amazon First Reads for July 2020

I’m so excited about this months Amazon First Reads as Prime Members are able to pick not just one book but TWO books this month. Also this month there are Nine books to choose from not the usual Eight. I really an excited about this. It’s always the small things that I enjoy. So what books will you choose?

This months books are:

Historical Mystery

Stealing the Crown by T P Fielden,  Pages: 320, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: Britain is at war—but the greatest threat to the Crown might be within the Palace walls.

London, 1941: Major Edgar Brampton is found shot dead in his office in Buckingham Palace. All signs point towards a self-inflicted tragedy, but when Palace authorities hurry his body away and order staff to stay silent, fellow courtier Guy Harford’s suspicions are raised.

While the outside world faces the onslaught of war, within the Palace walls a curious mystery unfolds. Rumours swirl about Brampton’s relationship with the Queen, and there’s talk of other plots involving those closest to the King.

To get to the bottom of what really happened, Guy joins forces with some unlikely allies—Rodie Carr, a beautiful East End burglar, and Rupert Hardacre, a postman with a past—but time may be running out…for him, for the King, and for Britain. Someone has their eye on the crown, and they’ll do anything to get it.

Can Guy solve the case before more blood is spilled on the royal carpets? Or will he be the next victim?

Contemporary Fiction

Rival Sisters by Louise Guy, Pages: 413, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: Tragedy pushed them apart. Can troubled times bring them back together?

Hannah and Nat were teenagers when their mum died in a terrible accident. The pain of it tore them apart, creating a rift that they’ve never been able to bridge. Neither is able to understand or appreciate her sister’s perspective, each quick to be riled by the other.

Both women have been indelibly shaped by the tragedy. Hannah is controlling, desperate to protect her loved ones in a way she failed to do with her mum. Meanwhile, Nat is forever running from the ‘selfish daughter’ label that she was marked with after the accident.

Now secrets in both women’s lives threaten to bring them down. Help may be close at hand, but neither can see it. But with life falling apart and the truth in short supply, can they finally see past their differences to the bond that could bring them together?

Thriller

Her Final Words by Brianna Labuskes, Pages: 343, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: A shocking thriller by the bestselling author of Girls of Glass.

It seems like an open-and-shut case for FBI special agent Lucy Thorne when Eliza Cook walks into the field office. The teenage girl confesses to murdering a young boy. Disturbingly composed, she reveals chilling details only the killer could know. Beyond that Eliza doesn’t say another word, leaving a vital question met with dead silence: Why did she do it?

To find the answer, Lucy goes to the scene of the crime in the small Idaho town of Knox Hollow. But Lucy’s questions are only mounting. Especially when she’s drawn deeper into the life of the victim. Then a combing of the woods yields unsettling evidence that Eliza isn’t the only one in this close-knit rural community with secrets.

Getting to the truth is becoming Lucy’s obsession. And it’s a dangerous one. Because for the good folks of Knox Hollow, hiding that truth will take more than silence.

Suspense

Trust No One by Debra Webb, Pages: Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: A double homicide and a missing woman lead a detective to unearth disturbing secrets in this gripping thriller from USA Today bestselling author Debra Webb.

It’s the worst possible time for Detective Kerri Devlin to be involved in an all-consuming double-homicide case. She’s locked in a bitter struggle with her ex-husband and teenage daughter, and her reckless new partner is anything but trustworthy.

Still, she has a job to do: there’s a killer at large, and a pregnant woman has gone missing. Once Devlin and her partner get to work, they quickly unearth secrets involving Birmingham’s most esteemed citizens. Each new layer of the investigation brings Devlin closer to the killer and the missing woman, who starts looking more like a suspect than a victim.

But just as answers come into view, the case twists, expands, and slithers into Devlin’s personal life. There’s a much more sinister game at work, one she doesn’t even know she’s playing—and she must unravel the truth once and for all to stop the killer before she loses everything.

Book Club Fiction

The Last of the Moon Girls by Barbara Davis, Pages: 397, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: A novel of secrets, memory, family, and forgiveness by the bestselling author of When Never Comes.

Lizzy Moon never wanted Moon Girl Farm. Eight years ago, she left the land that nine generations of gifted healers had tended, determined to distance herself from the whispers about her family’s strange legacy. But when her beloved grandmother Althea dies, Lizzy must return and face the tragedy still hanging over the farm’s withered lavender fields: the unsolved murders of two young girls, and the cruel accusations that followed Althea to her grave.

Lizzy wants nothing more than to sell the farm and return to her life in New York, until she discovers a journal Althea left for her—a Book of Remembrances meant to help Lizzy embrace her own special gifts. When she reconnects with Andrew Greyson, one of the few in town who believed in Althea’s innocence, she resolves to clear her grandmother’s name.

But to do so, she’ll have to decide if she can accept her legacy and whether to follow in the footsteps of all the Moon women who came before her.

Crime Thriller

White Out by Danielle Girard, Pages: 361, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: From the bestselling author of the Annabelle Schwartzman series comes a chilling story of a woman with a forgotten past and a town with dark secrets.

After surviving a car accident on an icy road in Hagen, North Dakota, Lily Baker regains consciousness with no idea where or who she is. Scattered Bible verses and the image of a man lying in a pool of blood haunt her memory.

The same night of the accident, a young woman is murdered and tossed in a dumpster. Kylie Milliard, Hagen’s only detective, doesn’t immediately recognize the victim, but Kylie soon discovers that Lily and the dead woman share a dark past…if only Lily could remember what it was.

Lily and Kylie both want answers. But Kylie has to play by the book. Lily has to play it safe. And the more Lily learns about her identity, the more she fears the truth.

Historical Fiction

Across the Winding River by Aimie K Runyan, Pages: 301, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: A woman unlocks the mystery of her father’s wartime past in a moving novel about secrets, sacrifice, and the power of love by the bestselling author of Daughters of the Night Sky.

Beth Cohen wants to make the most of the months she has left with her elderly father, Max. His only request of his daughter is to go through the long-forgotten box of memorabilia from his days as a medic on the western front. Then, among his wartime souvenirs, Beth finds a photograph of her father with an adoring and beautiful stranger—a photograph worth a thousand questions.

It was 1944 when Max was drawn into the underground resistance by the fearless German wife of a Nazi officer. Together, she and Max were willing to risk everything for what they believed was right. Ahead of them lay a dangerous romance, a dream of escape, and a destiny over which neither had control.

But Max isn’t alone in his haunting remembrances of war. In a nearby private care home is a fragile German-born woman with her own past to share. Only when the two women meet does Beth realize how much more to her father there is to know, all the ways in which his heart still breaks, and the closure he needs to heal it.

Memoir

The Son and Heir by Alexander Munninghoff, Translation: Kristen Gehrmn, Pages: 279, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: A prize-winning Dutch journalist’s unsparing memoir of growing up amid the excesses, triumphs, and devastation of post–World War II Europe.

What can a son say upon discovering that his father wore a Nazi uniform? Reporter Alexander Münninghoff was only four when he found this mortifying relic from his father’s recent past in his attic. This shameful memento came to symbolize not only his father’s tragically misguided allegiance but also a shattered marriage and ultimately the unconscionable separation of a mother and son.

In this revelatory memoir, the author confronts his parents’ complex past as he reconstructs the fortunes and disillusions of an entire family upheaved during the changes of twentieth-century Europe. The Münninghoffs were driven by greed, rebellion, and rage. An embattled dynasty, they were torn between the right and the wrong side of history. Their saga haunted Alexander’s life for the next seventy years.

Only in reconciling with them can this man find the courage to move forward as son and heir to the startling legacy of a flawed yet grand tradition.

Children’s Picture Book

Clover Kitty Goes to Kittygarten by Laura Purdie Salas, Illustrator: Hire Nakata, Pages: 41, Publication Date: 1 August 2020

Synopsis: Clover Kitty does NOT want to go to kittygarten! Although she might like a friend to play with, kittygarten feels overwhelming for a sensory-sensitive kitty like Clover. And when she arrives, it is exactly as she fears: her classroom is too loud, the lights are too bright, and everyone comes too close. So Clover throws a fit…and decides to quit kittygarten. But when a classmate comes to check on her, she begins to reconsider. Maybe it’s time for Clover to give kittygarten another chance.…

*** Which books will you choose? I think I know one of the books that I’m going to choose but I can’t make my mind up about the second book. What do you think? ***

[flawedheroines]

IGNORE THIS POST PLS. 

I am posting this so I can share something with some other people!!

THANKS

Lexa was rough these days, she drank too much so she could care too little. Haunted by the losses she had endured.

She ignored the burn of every shot and chased the numbness that followed enough of them. Truly, even living these days was difficult.

At the club she was a regular. It was the only LGBT place in several counties. And the ride only gave her time to enjoy the open road.

Her motorcycle was her best friend. She called her ‘Beauty’ and she rode with a group of women who were all warriors in their own right. And together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

She notices blonde hair, and a face she had never seen that causes an instinctive shift in her seat as attraction fills her. But she looks away. After Costia… she couldn’t allow herself to get close. To anyone. Or they would be used as a pawn to hurt her unless she protected them, and she wasn’t in the mood for all of that when she could barely sleep at night as it is. But she realized that the only free seats were where she was sat so she prepares herself for possible interaction.

“Rodie. Another.” She says. Her shot glass set down for him to fill again, her soda still mostly full, as if she needed a chaser anymore with how she was starting to drink.

“Easy there, Lex.” He warns, but he fills it again when Lexa’s eyes shoot daggers as a warning.

Clarke lived a rather simple life, one of scheduled, boring days. Her friends dragged her to this club, wanting to give her a fun night. She wasn’t much for drinking or really the club scene. Her interests lie elsewhere, and she was really just there to appease her friends. 

The next day was her day off, so she figured she’d try to have the fun they all wanted her to have. She ordered a drink and held it in her hand, looking around for a moment before taking a sip. Her seat was on the ends of the friend group with a few stools next to her open. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see someone sit next to her. Her eyes carefully glance over to see who it was before looking back at her own drink. The woman next to her seemed a bit on edge, but she was gorgeous. The pit of her stomach ached as she realized she was attracted to her. Due to her shy nature, she would need more courage to be able to even look at the woman.

After finishing her first drink, she heard the interaction between the bartender and the woman. This made her a bit uneasy, seeing as Clarke was not a huge drinker. In her mind, she didn’t want to look like she couldn’t keep up, so she ordered another drink and a couple of shots. Some noise could be heard from her friends who were shocked by her sudden urge to get drunk. For some reason, she really wanted to impress the woman next to her.

At the noise this girls’ friends made, Lexa looks over. She wasn’t very shy, just reserved these days. She laughs softly under her breath at this girl drinking like that.

“Buy her a chase. On me.” She says to Rodie.

“What kind of soda do you like?” Lexa asks her, smiling a bit. Eyes taking in this girl and her somewhat impressive show of drinking.

Lexa’s eyes quickly scan this girl, and she feels a stir from gut to groin. She was definitely attracted.

“I’m Lexa.” She says, smiling softly.

Clarke heard the woman’s voice next to her and turned. She was a bit stunned that she was talking to her, “Uh, coke…coke is fine.” She could feel her eyes on her, looking her over, it made her heart race. 

“My name is Clarke,” She replied, giving her a small smile, “You don’t have to pay for that. It’s very nice of you to offer.”

Her instinct was to take one of the shots she had gotten, so she did. She hid the burning sensation well and slightly blushed. 

The bartender sets a cold coke in front of her and opens it. Lexa nods at him.

They meet eyes and Lexa swallows.

“Clarke?” She repeats, just to make sure she heard it right. She smiles at the woman. Her smile was beautiful.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You’re drinking some heavy stuff. I couldn’t drink all that without a chaser. Well, nowadays I probably could but-” She lifts her Dr. Pepper and takes a drink.

One of her girls comes and speaks lowly to her. Lexa nods and dismisses her.

“She’s family.” She says over to Clarke.

“Those your friends?” She asks with a smile, herself.

Clarke took a small sip of the coke and nodded a bit, “It’s not too bad. If I’m going to drink, I go all out.” She was amazed that she was talking to her, and it was going pretty well. 

“I appreciate it, Lexa,” She smiled a bit, “And yeah, those are my friends.”

“So, you’re here with family then?” She asked, “It seems to be a good night to be here. A lot of people are here.” 

Honestly, Clarke had never been to this club before, and her friends had been trying hard to get her there. Her past relationship had left her a bit scarred, and they wanted her to put herself out there.

Lexa smiles at that, allowing a nod. She liked the way Clarke said her name.

“Yeah, Fridays are good. Lotta traffic in this place. And yeah, my crew is my family. I come here a lot. It’s a nice place, quiet mostly. I hate straight bars to be honest.”

Clarke gave her a small smile, nodding at her words, “I’ve only been to a few of them, and it was just a bunch of guys hitting on me and the other poor girls there. The pick-up lines were awful, and I genuinely hope none of them got any those nights.”

“I’ve never actually been here before,” She admitted, “My friends brought me here, they thought this would be a fun place to hang out and drink.”

Lexa laughs.

“Oh, I see.” Lexa smiles a bit. Wondering if this girl was just friendly or might be interested.

“Yeah, I enjoy it here. It’s very laid back and inclusive.” She says to Clarke. Attracted.

Clarke bit her lip, smiling, “It is really nice here. I feel pretty comfortable. Most people get a bit weirded out when I mention I’m bisexual, but here I feel pretty good.”

She really wanted to make sure Lexa knew that she was interested and hoped she would get the hint.

Lexa notices the lip bite, mirroring it without even realizing.

“I’m glad you feel comfortable, Clarke. As a lesbian, I totally get it.” She smiles at her. She notes the empty glasses.

“Would you like another? You were on a roll.” She grins.

Clarke glanced over at the glasses and nodded a bit, “I would like that very much.” She got the attention of the bar tender and ordered more drinks, “I honestly did not know this place existed before today. I feel like I missed out on a lot of fun experiences.”

When her drinks came, she picked up one of the shots and handed it to Lexa, “On me.”

“Thanks.” Lexa smiles. She lifts the shot glass to cheers.

“To the experiences yet to be had.” She says, and once their glasses clink she takes the shot and shivers, chasing it.

She exhales the vapors and shakes her head.

“Damn, I’m gonna be all messed up here soon. Gonna have to leave my bike and call a cab or something.” She laughs a bit.

Clarke smiled and took her shot, following Lexa’s lead with the chaser. This was the most alcohol she had consumed in one sitting and it would show soon.

“You came here on a bike?” Clarke asked a bit confused, “What kind of bike?”

The alcohol seemed to be setting in, grabbing another shot and quickly doing it. At this point, it was more of just doing them cuz they were in front of her.

Clarke smiled and took her shot, following Lexa’s lead with the chaser. This was the most alcohol she had consumed in one sitting and it would show soon.

“You came here on a bike?” Clarke asked a bit confused, “What kind of bike?”

The alcohol seemed to be setting in, grabbing another shot and quickly doing it. At this point, it was more of just doing them cuz they were in front of her.

“A Harley Davidson. My Beauty.” She smiles. She looks at the other.

“You ever rode on a Harley before?” She asks, she pulls out a Vape pen full of THC golden liquid. Several of her girls come over and she smiles. It gets snatched by one who came up behind.

“Patty, easy! Just got it-” She puffs it and Lexa is smiling and shaking her head.

“You savages.” She teases them. The girls all share it.

Then they bring it back, it’s less full but still plenty.

“Yeah, you better.” She grins. She turns back to Clarke.

“Sorry about that.” She wipes it down with a napkin and puffs it deep then holds it up.

“Want some?” She is holding in as much smoke as she can and then she coughs. The bartender looks at her.

“Girl, you two ain’t even kissed yet and you’re already choking.” Lexa blushes with a grin that is girlish and shy for a minute.

“Shut up, Rodie!” He laughs and walks to Clarke. He’s drunk.

“She likes you, she never smiles this much.”

Lexa looks away, red, she was sure.

“It’s cause I told her about Beauty isn’t it?”

Clarke watched the interaction, smiling as it happened. Lexa seemed to be comfortable and happy around her friends. Her cheeks turned red when they mentioned that Lexa liked her, it was like a dream come true.

When she held out the pen to her, she looked at it a moment before gently taking it, “Sure…” She took a puff and held it in as well, coughing a bit as she let it out, “Nice.”

“It’s a good thing I like brunettes, or else this would have been a bit awkward,” Clarke joked, watching Lexa.

“Good thing.” She agrees. Clarke had a beautiful smile, glimmering eyes, and soft lips, she was beautiful.

“Do you wanna shotgun?” Exhale smoke from her mouth and the other inhales. But Lexa would be asking consent for a kiss if Clarke let her that close. Lexa’s blush is now visible down her neck as attraction to Clarke becomes undeniable.

Clarke had gotten this far and decided to go for it. She had seen some of her friends do it before, so it was her turn.

“That sounds nice,” Clarke nodded, leaning closer to her, “You’re really willing to share with me…Seems there might have been some truth to you liking me.”

“And you accepted, which means, you really do like brunettes.” She teases Clarke.

“What’s your full name, Clarke? I’m Alexandria Andromeda Woods.” She takes a deep hit, giving Clarke time to answer and she holds it until she’s ready to shotgun. She opens her mouth and leans in, softly blowing the vapor into Clarke’s mouth, aching to make contact with those soft lips.

Clarke blushed a bit, listening to her before answering, “Clarke Griffin, no middle name.” She held her mouth open for her, inhaling the vapor, watching her eyes. She felt like drowning in them. 

She didn’t pull away from her yet, wanting to see what Lexa would do next.

Griffin. She liked it. Eyes holding onto Clarke’s as he gave her all her lungs could hold to fill hers.

Clarke Griffin.

“That’s a badass name.”

She takes a deep breath.

“May I kiss you, Clarke Griffin?”

Clarke blushed even more, her eyes never leaving Lexas.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t…” Clarke replied softly, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Lexa lifts a gentle hand to pull Clarke into a soft kiss. It’s tender, sweet, intoxicating.

Her lips were softer than she had imagined, and her own lips tingled at the feel.

Several hollers could be heard, and Lexa laughs gently. She gives her girls the finger and kisses Clarke again. She pulls Clarke close respectfully. Her hands both going to Clarke’s angelic face now as she leans in, needing more. Not nearly done.

Clarke closed her eyes and melted against Lexa’s lips. Her intoxicated state made her more confident as she deepened it. 

Feeling her hands against her cheeks, she carefully moved her hands to her waist, barely touching, waiting to see if it was okay.

Lexa moves closer into Clarke’s touch, shaking a little. This didn’t feel like just another fuck. This felt different, and deep down somewhere… it scared her to feel that aching in her stomach. The need.

Lexa breaks the kiss, faltering just a bit. But she recovers quickly and smiles at Clarke softly.

“Damn.” She says, elated.

“How do you feel? Are you comfortable?” She asks her.

Clarke could feel the connection between them and wanted to have more. Her heart was racing, and her hands finally rested on Lexa’s waist. When their lips parted, she stared back into her eyes

“I’m very comfortable,” She nodded, “Are you?”

Lexa nods, eyes glued to Clarke’s and she moves in to kiss her again, her tongue moving through Clarke’s lips and teasing just slightly. Then looks at Clarke again.

“You’re making me dizzy.” She says honestly, eyes absorbing Clarke’s face. Lexa’s tongue runs over her own lips, tasting the traces of their kiss. Tingling.

Clarke just went through the motions, kissing her back as she felt her lips against hers. It felt natural with her, it felt comfortable. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Clarke asked softly, watching her motions

“Hell no, honey.” Lexa smirks softly.

Lexa wanted her alone. Badly.

And more than that, she wanted to take her on a cruise and feel Clarke’s arms hanging onto her. But that would be another day.

“I want more of that.”

Clarke blushed a bit, giving her a small nod, “You can have it…” She was more confident in her words due to the support of the alcohol.

“I don’t usually pick up girls in a bar…” Clarke laughed a bit

Lexa strokes Clarke’s hair out of her face gently. She tucks it behind Clarke’s ear and kisses her cheek then whispers to her.

“I’m glad you did tonight. I wanna take you out of here.” She says softly to Clarke’s ear before kissing it gently, like a lover would.

Clarke gently laughed, “You do huh…Where would you take me?” She was getting braver as she felt more comfortable around her.

“I’m free tonight…” She said softly

“To my house.” Lexa smiles. She hums a soft sound of appreciation.

“That’s good. I can call us a cab. And if you want to keep drinking, I have plenty at home.”

She smiles at her, taking her hand gently and lifting Clarke’s knuckles to her lips.

“I gotta leave my bike, but if you stay the night, I’ll get her in the morning, and you can come for a ride with me.” She smiles softly at Clarke.

“That sounds like a plan,” Clarke agreed, “I just have to say night to my friends before we go…They were not expecting this to happen.” She let out a small laugh.

“I think if I drink any more I’ll pass out,” She teased, “My tolerance is not as great as it should be.”

“Okay. One of my family members stays with me but she has her own room.” She says.

Lexa laughs.

“I’m surprised. You were throwing shots down like nobody’s business.” She is still laughing as she walks over to Patty.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Let’s pack it up.” Patty frowns and looks at the girl.

“You go on ahead, I’ll catch up later.” Lexa smiles and nods, she gives each of her girls a hug, some of them a fist bump. And the most excitable of them all jumps on Lexa and she catches her and spins her before setting her down on her feet.

“You girls stay out of mischief. And don’t run up my tab!” She laughs. She watches as Clarke says night to her friends and then Lexa dials the can service she always went to.

“Ten minutes.” Lexa says after she hangs up. She puts her jacket on, it’s thick genuine leather. And she guides Clarke outside.

Beauty is a Harley Davidson, black with purple details. Purple studs line the saddle bags. Holographic tails hang from the handles, a gift from her girls. Lexa goes to the bike and strokes the seat.

“This is Beauty. She’s my baby.” It was a sexy bike. It sat two. And Lexa hated leaving her bike, but if anyone touched it, her girls would give them hell, she knew.

Clarke blushed a bit at her words, knowing she went a bit overboard with the alcohol before. She showed off a bit too much. 

While Lexa was saying goodbye to her friends, Clarke went to her own. They were happy for her and teased her a bit about it. She soon headed back to Lexa and followed her outside.

When she saw the motorcycle, her eyes widened, “Wow…that is really nice. I can see why you call her Beauty.”

Lexa smiles wide.

“Thank you. I’m a little drunk, can’t remember. You ever rode on a Harley before, Clarke Griffin?” Lexa’s eyes were full of attraction, lust, and an air of confidence. Her hands going into her coat pockets.

“Never,” She shook her head, “But it looks really fun to do.” She looked over at her, “I’ll pay you back for the cab.”

“Please, don’t worry about it at all.” Lexa insists. She puts an arm around Clarke as they wait.

“So, I’ll be your first then.” Lexa says flirtatiously.

“There’s nothing like it.” She grins over at Clarke.

Clarke blushed as she looked over at her, “I suppose you will be.” She couldn’t help but smile at how sweet Lexa was being to her. She never imagined going home with a biker woman, but here she was.

“How long have you been riding?”

“My dad used to take me when I was a kid. We were tight.” Were. Past tense. He was gone now. He left me his bike, it had a lot of problems I didn’t know how to fix so I sold it, got a smaller one. His was a fat boy, so no way I could hold up that much weight on my legs. “

She laughs.

"So, I got Beauty, used the extra money to get her customized. I must have been about… Seventeen. Then I got my license at eighteen. Been riding since then. I’m twenty-four now. So, me and Beauty are going on six or seven years now.”

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Clarke nodded, “It must be nice to know you put in so much work and time into your bike. She’s really special.” She moved a bit closer to her, feeling secure in her arms, “I have a crappy car that I left at my own house tonight. The AC doesn’t work, and the windows are roll down only.”

Lexa beams, enjoying Clarke.

“She is. One of a kind.” Lexa laughs as Clarke speaks.

“Don’t worry, Clarke. Tomorrow morning, you’ll get to ride and hang on real tight.” She smiles. She turns to Clarke.

“I just want you to know that your comfort is my greatest priority. If at any time you’re uncomfortable, just tell me okay?” She says softly, eyes searching Clarke’s.

Clarke gave her a nod, “Of course. I will absolutely tell you. Same goes for you…I would feel awful if I did something to make you uncomfortable.” She moved some hair out of her own face.

“You think I could keep up with you?”

Lexa nods with a soft smile.

“Of course.”

But at Clarke’s next question Lexa grins a bit.

“Baby, all you’re gonna have to do is enjoy yourself and let go. I’ll handle the rest.

I’ll take very good care of you.” She says softly but confident.

Clarke smiled a bit, “I think we’re going to have a good night.” She gently kissed her cheek, feeling beyond comfortable around her. It was like they knew each other for years.

“That jacket looks hot on you,” She said, looking at it.

“I think so too.” She smiles, blushing from the softness of the cheek kiss.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Lexa says, striking a pose and laughing. She goes and looks into Clarke’s eyes.

“I just want to keep kissing you. You’re so soft.” Lexa says dreamily. And she kisses Clarke again.

Clarke laughed as well, happy that Lexa was having a good time.

Hearing that Lexa wanted to kiss her, she moved closer, deepening the kiss. Her hands moved back to her waist, holding her close.

Lexa moves closer until her hips touch Clarke’s and she shivers. Head turning to work in sync with Clarke and meet everyone kiss with eager passion.

Her arms loop around Clarke’s shoulders to keep her close. Lexa loses sense of time and place, and only snaps back when the taxi arrives. She grins at Clarke and goes to open the taxi door for her.

Clarke was in the moment, enjoying her lips against Lexa’s. It was a feeling she could not describe. When she agreed to go out that night, she never thought she would be going home with this absolute gorgeous woman.

When the cab came, she smiled and got in, “Thank you.” She moved over to give her room.

Lexa moves into the back and shuts the door. She gets buckled and the taxi takes off. Lexa holds Clarke’s hand as the taxi drives through the night. Lexa’s house wasn’t far.

Clarke looked at their hands, using her thumb to rub the palm of Lexa’s hand. She decided to make a move, and gently put her head on her shoulder. She waited a moment to see what Lexa’s reaction would be.

Lexa’s arm wraps gently around Clarke and her hand lifts to stroke her hair softly.

But soon enough they were pulled up to Lexa’s house. She hands the driver a ten dollar bill and gets out, holding the door open for Clarke and then shutting it.

She looks towards her rather large house and nods.

“This is me.” She nods towards the house and starts walking towards it, taking Clarke’s hand again. Her stomach in knots, but the best kind.

Clarke relaxed against her until the taxi stopped. She followed her out of the car and looked up at the large house.

“Wow…you live here?” She asked, following her up, “This place looks really nice.”

Clarke thought back to her crappy 1-bedroom apartment and sighed a bit. Lexa seemed to have her shit together, and that motivated Clarke to want that for herself.

Lexa nods.

“Yeah it’s a long story. But yeah, this is mine.” She smiles, going and unlocking the door. A small black lab, not much bigger than a puppy comes running. Lexa bends down to pick up the pup and turns so Clarke can hold or pet the pup if she wanted.

“This is Shady.” She says. The puppy tries to eagerly lick Clarke’s face.

When Clarke saw the puppy, her eyes got wide and a huge smile appeared on her face, “You have a puppy?” She reached over, gently petting the puppy, allowing them to lick her, “How cute are you?”

She looked at Lexa with her child-like smile, overexcited about this dog, “I love dogs.”

Lexa grinned seeing Clarke being so cool with Shady. She sets her down and she jumps up, whining, wanting Lexa.

“What is it, huh? You just want attention?” She goes and looks, food bowl empty.

“Oh, that’s why you love me so much.” Lexa refills the food and washes her hands.

Shady eats.

Lexa smiles over at Clarke, enjoying having her in her home. The wide-open den they walked into had couches, but the bedroom was upstairs in the loft.

“Come on, gorgeous.” She invites, holding out a hand as she waits at the bottom of the stairs.

Clarke watched her as she interacted with her pup, smiling as she did. It was really cute to see them.

She followed Lexa through the den and took her hand at the stairs, “You’re gorgeous.”

Lexa smiles somewhat shy as they take hands.

She leads Clarke upstairs and Lexa shrugs her jacket off. It slides down her arms. The big bed looks inviting. Lexa sits down and pats her lap.

“Come here, baby.” She says softly.

Clarke looked around her room for a moment before watching Lexa take off her jacket. It really turned her on.

She went over to her, straddling her hips, “Here?”

Lexa moans under her breath, her hands squeezing Clarke’s thighs gently.

“Fuck yeah.” Lexa breathes. She reaches up to take Clarke’s head in her hand and pull her into a deep, lustful kiss. Lexa moves Clarke’s hips against her own, layers of fabric between them, but friction, none the less

Clarke’s hands placed on her waist, moving her body against Lexa’s.

The kiss was magical, there was a spark between them. Her body felt like it was meant to be there.

Clarke’s hands placed on her waist, moving her body against Lexa’s.

The kiss was magical, there was a spark between them. Her body felt like it was meant to be there.

Very quickly Lexa takes Clarke and flips them, laying Clarke down and moving over her to kiss her deeply. Lexa starts kissing Clarke’s neck and her hands explore the curves of her body.

Clarke allowed Lexa to take control, her kisses becoming desperate. The feeling of her lips and hands over her body was enough to grow her need.

Lexa moans, Clarke’s building need only fuels her own.

“I want to worship your body. Can I undress you? I mean… Can we undress each other now?” She asks, eyes searching Clarke’s.

Clarke gave her a nod, “I think that’s a good idea…” She looked up at her, waiting for her to start.

Lexa started with her own button down top, fingers undoing each button until it came off. She sits with a black bra. But Lexa’s hands go to push Clarke’s shirt up and she lifts it over Clarke’s head. Lexa sets the shirt aside and her focus returns to Clarke.

She kisses Clarke’s stomach softly.

Clarke watched as she took off her shirt, her eyes hungrily looking at her. She lifted her arms for Lexa, getting the shirt off.

A soft whimper leaves her lips as she felt Lexa’s touch on her stomach.

Lexa’s hands slide Clarke’s pants down. She leaves her underwear for now.

But as Lexa drags the fabric off, he kisses down Clarke’s legs. She throws the pants aside and kneels, removing her own. Once they are off, she crawls over Clarke and their nearly bare bodies touch.

Clarke was mesmerized by how beautiful Lexa was, allowing her to take her clothes off and touch her. She longed for the feeling of Lexa’s body against hers, groaning a bit when she barely touches her.

“You’re gorgeous…”

“So are you. You’re a goddess, Clarke.” He leans down to kiss Clarke’s lips softly. Lexa looks down at her.

“Tell me what you like, sweetheart. I’m very openminded. Whatever you enjoy.”

Clarke blushed a bit, hiding her face for a moment. She had been hiding the fact that she had never done this before. Her previous sexual encounter was with a guy who was cheating on his girlfriend (Clarke thought they were split up). He was not really good at it, and it lasted less than 10 minutes.

“I’m willing to explore,” Clarke replied softly.

Lexa nods softly. Knowing communication was key then.

She reaches and unsnaps Clarke’s bra and sliding it off slowly. A soft gasp and blown out breath as Clarke’s body is so magnificent that it takes Lexa’s breath away.

She removes her own bra. Lexa’s hands gently cup Clarke’s chest and her mouth makes contact licking and sucking softly as her eyes look up at Clarke through her lashes.

Her eyes looked up at the now topless woman. Her pupils dilated and followed Lexa’s moves. 

A moan escaped Clarke’s lips, her body arching up a bit. The contact giving her shivers down her spine. 

Clarke’s moan causes moans to escape Lexa as well. The way she arches. Lexa moves to kiss, massage, and fondle her more so.

Lexa moves her mouth to her other breast and does the same, taking her time to try to work up Clarke.

Clarke heard Lexa’s moan and hummed softly. She was happy she was enjoying herself, wanting that to be a priority.

Her hands gripped the sheets, feeling her body yearn for her touch.

“Does that feel good?” She asks gently, moving herself up to kiss Clarke’s neck and lips. The way Clarke gripped the sheets turned Lexa on.

“I want to use my mouth on you, is that okay?”

She nodded, moving her head to give her better access to her neck, “I-I would like that.”

This was something she had never experienced before and was anxious to try. Her ex never made sure she was finished and would always make it about him.

Lexa keeps kissing her neck. Not wanting to go too fast. She wanted to savor this experience.

Lexa kisses down Clarke’s chest and belly. And then her fingers take hold of her underwear and begin to drag them down until they are off of her feet. And gently, Lexa opens Clarke’s legs and looks down at her, and then up at her eyes before moving forward.

Clarke moaned softly as she kissed down her body. She lifted her hips to allow Lexa to get her underwear off.

She blushed a bit, looking up at her, “Everything okay?”

Lexa smiles reassuringly.

“Everything’s perfect. Just taking in the masterpiece.” She murmurs. She kisses the inside of Clarke’s knees, then her thighs. She holds Clarke’s legs open and finally brings her mouth down on her wet soft skin.

Her tongue moves over Clarke and her mouth sucks gently. She licks and brings her thumb to the soft sensitive bud and rubs gently.

“How’s that, baby?”

Clarke blushed deeper, spreading her legs more for her. 

Feeling her mouth against her was indescribable. Her hips gently lifted, soft moans sounding off.

“Oh gosh…” She gripped the sheets tighter.

The sounds Clarke made only made Lexa work harder. Faster with her tongue, moving her mouth over Clarke’s sex greedily. Lexa watches how Clarke’s hips lift and her hands push Clarke’s legs spread and knees towards her chest. Holding them open for her as she licks and sucks at Clarke passionately.

Finally, she swallows and is panting.

“God, Clarke I want you.”

Clarke was a moaning mess on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her hips try to lift again but are being held down by Lexa’s hands. 

Her climax was building, beyond turned on by Lexa’s motions.

The loss of her mouth made her look down at her.

Lexa’s eyes are dark, her focus driven entirely by this gorgeous woman writhing in her bed and fighting her grip.

Lexa licks her lips and wipes her mouth across her arm.

“So… I have toys. I have fingers.

I’ll give you whatever you want.

What would you like to explore? I have a favorite toy and condoms. I could show it to you.” She licks her lips. She leans down, her hand going slowly around her throat and she murmurs lowly.

“And I promise it will get you off and feel so good.” She murmurs lowly.

Clarke listened to her words, nodding a bit, “I-I have to be honest with you…” She felt a bit like a fraud, knowing Lexa could be mad with her, “I’ve never had sex with a woman before…”

She wanted everything Lexa was offering and hoped she would still give it to her after her admission.

Lexa stops, worried she has freaked Clarke out. She shakes her head a little.

“Hey, that’s okay. If you’re unsure, or uncomfortable at all… I hope I didn’t, make you uncomfortable at all-” She says nervously. Watching Clarke closely.

Clarke shook her head, “No, I’m not uncomfortable. I just needed you to know. I’m new to all of this and I probably will be a bit slow and stuff.” Her cheeks were red, hoping she hadn’t ruined their moment.

“Hey, of course. It’s totally fine.” She moves over Clarke, naked except for her own underwear.

“I wanna go at whatever speed you wanna go.” Lexa smiles. She grabs her shirt and wipes her mouth down, so she can kiss Clarke again. She holds her head and strokes her face.

“I may be a biker… But I actually don’t do this all the time.” She swallows. Smiling.

“I want your first time with another girl to be everything you’ve ever wanted it to be.” She lays down beside her.

“So… What did you used to dream about, Clarke?” She asks, interested. Lexa’s tattoos were visible laying like this. She takes Clarke’s hand in her own.

Clarke gave her a small smile, “Thanks for being so understanding…I just, I really like you and I do want this with you. I just want to give you a good time, make you feel good,” 

She looked at her tattoos, “Those are amazing…I have always wanted to get one. I have a few I wanted to get.” 

“Dream about an experience with a woman? Or just my dreams in general?” She asked

Lexa gently lifts Clarke’s hand and kisses her knuckles.

“You don’t have to thank me, Clarke. I respect you. I really like you too.

We’ll make each other feel good.” Lexa smiles, reassuring and yet still confident.

Lexa looks down at her tattoos.

“Thank you.” She grins, she kisses Clarke’s neck softly.

“Tattoos would be sexy on you.”

Lexa smiles and giggles a soft laugh.

“Your dreams about being with a woman, sexually. Tell me about them. I want your first time to be everything you want.”

Clarke smiled as she watched her, her words soothing her anxiety. She felt lucky to have found someone who was so kind and understanding for her first time. It was like it was meant to be.

Her cheeks turned red when she thought of what to say to her, “I-uh…I’d like to be controlled a bit, taken care of.” She ran her fingers through her hair, “I want to be yours…”

“Do you like things a little rough?” Lexa asks, licking her lips, listening to what Clarke likes.

“How much control are we talking? Because I can own you, if you want.” Lexa says, eyes lulling at the feel of Clarke’s fingers.

“Not too rough,” She replied, “I want you to make me never want to leave your side. I want my delirious, pleased ass to want to tattoo your name all over my body…” 

Lexa smiles interested in Clarke.

“It would be my pleasure.” He says softly.

She starts to kiss Clarke and then kisses down her body. Mouth kissing her hips to tease her. Then going right back to where it had been earlier.

“You spread those legs for me, beautiful.” She murmurs, and her mouth returns to Clarke’s wet soft skin.

Clarke happily kissed her back, humming at her touch. Her body was electrified by her kisses, spreading her legs for her.

“Oh god…” She mumbled, reaching a hand down to lace her fingers through her hair.

Lexa is smirking, her mouth pulls away and she grabs her favorite toy and puts it into a strap for her to wear, and a toy that she would use for herself during. Lexa puts a condom on it and pulls the strap on around her hips, buckling it. The toy in place for Lexa to use as she wanted now.

“You’re all mine now, Clarke Griffin.”

She moves over her, rubbing her slit with lube and soaking the toy.

She grabs the toy and rubs it along Clarke, up and down the sensitive span of skin there.

“You belong to me now.” Lexa murmurs.

Clarke couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as she watched her. She was beyond turned on and anxiously awaited Lexa to touch her. 

Feeling the toy run over herself was an experience, she let out a moan, nodding at her words.

Lexa’s eyes scour Clarke’s body. Lexa continues to tease Clarke.

“Are you ready?” She asks, leaning down to kiss Clarke again. Wanting to go at Clarke’s pace.

Clarke mewed at her actions, looking up at her, “Oh gosh yes…” She gripped the sheets, having experience with at least this aspect

Lexa moves her hips slowly, the toy slides inside so effortlessly, and the fact that it was so smooth and went inside her so perfectly turned Lexa on so much more. But Lexa’s own toy moved as well, and Lexa lets out an aching low cry of pleasure.

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She shudders and rests her weight against Clarke, kissing her softly and moving her hips gently so they both could get familiar with the feel.

“Does that feel good?” She asks, her hand slides up Clarke’s neck into her hair and uses it to keep Clarke pinned right there under her.

“You want to belong to me, huh, baby?” Lexa asks looking down into Clarke’s eyes, still thrusting as her free hand moves to grope Clarke’s chest.

Clarke let out a soft moan as Lexa slid the toy inside of her. It was like it was meant to for her, a perfect fit. It didn’t feel like the other sexual experiences she had where her ex-boyfriend took control, this felt better. Lexa’s moan made her want more, made her want Lexa.

She returned the kiss filled with need and lust. Every move was soft, meant to be caring and careful. Lexa cared about how she felt, and how she wanted this to go.

Her back arched as she touched her chest, whimpering in agreement, “T-Take me.”

Lexa is already being overtaken in all her senses. Clarke’s moan was something she wanted to drown in. It made her most sensitive areas ache.

Lexa’s mouth moves down and her hand lifts so that her mouth can suck Clarke’s breast and tease with her tongue as her hips continued to work, need tightening in her legs. She pulls her head back up to Clarke’s neck but poises her lips at Clarke’s ear. Raking her teeth over the lobe and starting to work faster, the thrusts making Lexa moan lowly and gasp.

She finally moves back to Clarke’s lips and kisses her, feeling a connection she hadn’t felt before. A trust she didn’t understand but also refused to question.

Lexa’s hands move all over Clarke and she is moaning endlessly at every movement.

Clarke was becoming overwhelmed with pleasure, her hands moving to the sheets to grip. Her eyes stared up at Lexa, wanting to have this mind-blowing experience with her. 

Her head moved to the side to give her more access, her motions driving her crazy. She hadn’t felt this kind of pleasure before, and it was beautiful. The quickened movements made her moan louder.

Her lips melted against Lexa’s, feeling the softness of her beautiful pink lips. 

“Oh, god,” Clarke moaned against her lips.

Lexa reaches down and pulls up Clarke’s legs and spreads them, so Lexa can lay on top of Clarke and work her body in need. Lexa’s teeth clinch and she exhales hard through them. Eyes closing tight now and then as she tries to withstand the intimacy’s influence.

Her bare chest now rests on Clarke’s, their breasts rubbing together as Lexa moves. Lexa stares down at Clarke, moaning.

“So beautiful.” She manages, her words carried on her breath.

Clarke could feel everything building up, threatening to release soon. Her body wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this before she was a moaning mess on the bed. 

Feeling Lexa’s breasts against hers made her release a squeak of pleasure, looking up at her.

“Y-you’re beautiful,” She moaned out

Lexa’s mouth is open as she trembles, her movements driven by pure need. She leans up and her hands rest on Clarke’s knees, she keeps thrusting, getting slightly sweaty, she flips her hair, so her neck can cool as this very physical work out starts pushing her closer. Lexa reaches down to touch Clarke again. Her chest, her stomach, but Lexa’s hand finally stays still as all her thoughts are lost in pleasure. She was close.

“Clarke-” She moans. She drops down over Clarke again, weight on her arms, her hips move faster, yet graceful.

Clarke couldn’t believe this was happening. A few hours ago, she was thinking about what drink she would buy when she went out, not getting fucked by the hottest woman she had ever seen. She felt like the luckiest woman in the universe in that moment.

Feeling Lexa’s body against hers, the sheer touch of her hand was enough to push her over the edge. She held on though, wanting to share this moment with her rather than come too soon.

“L-Lexa..” Clarke moaned out, her hands reaching over to lace through her hair, “Oh yes...”

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thirteen

part nine xx

5 days

the present

Taehyung had five days left, and knew he to make today count.

When he went to Denver city to find Caleb, doing as much research on him as possible, Taehyung only had the thought of his flesh slowly peeling underneath his newly sharpened blade. He had searched his name up online, looking through every article, through news websites, finding everything and anything he could. Taehyung realized how much he didn’t know about him until after he researched him.

Caleb Daniels wasn’t married, had no children, only ever had affairs, his parents already passed away, and he had a younger brother, who Taehyung didn’t know anything about. He didn’t think that he was important, because his brother was still in college.

After researching, he also found out that Caleb dropped out of college and created his company from scratch, which put him in a lot of debt. Now that he’s selling his products - phones, laptops, computers - he’s able to help pay it off. Apparently, it wasn’t enough, according to the man Taehyung had encountered, who said he used the arms deals to help him pay it off.

Now standing at the front doors of Caleb’s company building, he looked up at the large, glistening building. The cool March air was blowing Taehyung’s bangs back, as he waited for Caleb’s car to pull up.

He knew he couldn’t go in with his knives through security check, so he waited. His backpack wasn’t with him, only his switchblades tucked into the back of his shoes. He wore pants with a white sweater, trying to dress as appropriately as he could.

He knew Caleb came to his building at approximately 9:30 every morning, being escorted to his building by his bodyguard and a few secretaries. Taehyung also knew that instead of going through security check, Caleb took the side doors to pass by all the people that are trying to enter his building.

Taehyung was just hoping that Caleb would recognize and trust him enough to let him slip through as well.

He checked watch and saw the time was nine thirty-six just as Caleb’s car arrived at the front of the building. Taehyung saw as his driver exit the front of the car, and came around to the back, opening Caleb’s door. Leaning against the building, Taehyung took a close look as Caleb stepped out.

So he’s the one who got my Vee killed.

Caleb stepped out the vehicle, dressed in a dark burgundy suit. His shoes shined with polish, his tie around his neck perfectly, and his white shirt pressed nicely. His hair was slicked back, and he wore sunglasses to shade himself from the sunlight. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, thinking how he cleaned up good for a business owner.

As he fully stepped out the car, he was accompanied by his bodyguard, who instantly started to talk to him about something.

Taehyung pulled himself away from the building, smirking at the sight of Caleb Daniels and all his glory. He slowly walked forward, being nearly a few feet away from Caleb when he looked up.

“Well, I’ll be,” Taehyung said. “It’s the glorified Caleb Daniels, in the flesh.”

Caleb looked at Taehyung up and down, his eyebrows knitting in confusion as he took him in. Taehyung placed a hand on his heart, feigning to be hurt.

“Oh, come on, Caleb.” Taehyung groaned, tilting his head. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me? I’m Kim Taehyung, from high school?”

After looking at him a little longer, Caleb’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh, shit! It is you, Taehyung! Damn, what was your nickname again?”

“Ah, everyone had called me Van Gogh,” Taehyung grinned. “Because of my love for art.”

Caleb broke into laughter. “Oh man, that was hilarious! Damn, it’s been so long, man!”

“Oh, it’s been like four years since we graduated. Look at what you’ve accomplished since then! You have your own company and everything!”

Caleb smiled, feeling impressed with himself. “It is quite amazing. Like, hate to toot my horn, but damn, I’m living man.”

Taehyung continued to smile at him, not letting a single ounce of hatred towards him show. “So, are you crazy busy today?” Taehyung asked him. “I was hoping you’d have a spare few minutes so we could talk, maybe catch up? I came across town to meet someone and saw what a hit you’ve become.”

Caleb scratched the side of his forehead, thinking. He whispered to one of his secretaries, asking to check his schedule. She shook at something he asked her about, and then looked back at Taehyung. “I have a meeting at 10:30, so we can chat for a few minutes if you want to go up to my office.”

Taehyung smiled, hoping that that was exactly what he’d say.

“Perfect,” Taehyung said.

Just as Taehyung hoped, they went through the side doors, Taehyung walking alongside Caleb and his bodyguard and secretaries behind him. As they entered the building, Taehyung noticed how many people were everywhere; there were some at the desks, helping people coming in. There were others that stood at displays and people that kept walking around them, folders in their hands, bluetooths in their ears, speaking in loud voices voices over the sounds of the building.

Taehyung was marveled by all of it, but knew he couldn’t lose his focus. He had to form a plan as to how he’ll get Caleb to confess to him.

They walked across the main lobby, passing by everything Taehyung saw and heard, and got to the elevators. As they entered, Taehyung saw the rest of the building from a high vantage point as the elevator rode up and towards the top.

Taehyung was intrigued by the fact that he could be the one to have this all crashing down and around Caleb’s feet. He kept smiling at everything, looking amazed and baffled by the whole scene. “Like what you see?” Caleb asked.

Taehyung turned to him, nodding his head. “Hell yeah, man. You’ve created an empire.”

As they reached the top, they walked down many halls before they finally arrived at the end. Caleb’s secretaries went towards an opposite direction, to their own offices. His bodyguard opened the door to Caleb’s office and the two of them walked in, the bodyguard closing it behind them as he entered.

Taehyung sighed as he realized that he’ll have to kill him too.

“Oh, please, Tae, sit,” Caleb said. His office was made of dark walls, his furniture made of all dark wood. He had his desk directly centered in the back, a coffee table in front of it, metallic chairs to accompany it. His walls held awards he’s received and pictures from his life. There were bookshelves on the walls, a mini fridge near wine bar, cushioned chairs and beanbags around as well. “I have wine, water, juice, tea. Would you like anything?”

Taehyung smiled as he nodded. “Oh, if you have wine, I won’t turn that down.” Caleb walked over to a cabinet as he pulled out a bottle of red wine and some glasses. “Your building is absolutely breathtaking, Caleb. It’s amazing what you’ve made. I was jaw dropped the whole ride up.”

Caleb chuckled while pouring the drinks. “What goes on with you then, Taehyung? What brings you to Denver?”

“Ah,” Taehyung leaned back in the seat. “Well, as I mentioned, I was visiting a friend who lives on the outskirts of the city. He’s been asking me to come back since I saw him last year. But I saw you on some website and thought why not visit you as well, and you could tell me about your success.”

Caleb grinned as he sat down in his own seat, handing a drink to Taehyung.

“I loved creating the whole company, but my credit and debt plummeted, man. I’ve had to do so much to gain back the money that I put into it. Most of everything were loans, so I’ve spent the past year paying those back, and still haven’t gotten far. It’s hectic, but I’m getting there.”

Taehyung nodded, gazing at him in his suit, thinking how the hell he could be so good at lying. He’s basically built his whole empire on lies, and now he’s his own king, sitting on his throne, acting like he could get away with everything.

As Taehyung took a sip drink, he noticed the guard out of the corner of his eye, standing there unfazed. Taehyung leaned forward. “What if I was to yell out bomb attack really loud?” He whispered to Caleb. “What would he do?” His eyes flicked towards the bodyguard.

Caleb laughed, as he shook his head. “I suggest you don’t, Rody is fucking sensitive as hell.”

Taehyung let out a giggle as he set his drink down, the wine already getting to him. Taehyung because so much more crazy when he was drunk, and he felt like sometimes his vision focused on what he wanted even more. Taehyung leaned back in his chair as Caleb starting talking more about himself, and he planned out in his head three steps to get Caleb pinned under his blades.

First, he’d bend down and grab his blades. Then, he’d throw one directly at the bodyguard. Last, he’ll hop over Caleb’s table and pin him down, with his blade on his neck.

Taehyung leaned forward to listen to Caleb, and as he kept talking, Taehyung moved his feet around.

“Have you had any girlfriends?” Taehyung asked, raising his eyebrows. “Or love interests?”

Caleb smirked, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “A few, none that have really stuck around. I’m just too busy to settle down with anymore.”

Taehyung nodded, looking down at his feet. “Ah,” he bent down pretending to fix the backs of his shoes. “I had a girl that I liked a lot, loved in fact,” he said with a chuckle, as he felt his switchblades in the backs of his hands. Taehyung situated himself on the chair as to where the coffee table blocked his legs from the bodyguard’s view.

“Really?” Caleb piped up. “What happened? You two didn’t work out?”

“Yeah, it was more than that,” Taehyung sighed, as he looked up. He slipped his switchblades in the sleeves of his sweater and brought his arms back up to rest them on his legs. “The thing is that she worked for some animal company, but she stayed late and never came back to me. There were other things happening that night, and was killed for seeing something she wasn’t supposed too.”

Caleb was frowning, a crease forming on his forehead.

“Now,” Taehyung said, leaning forward. “Can you guess what that was?”

Taehyung stood up abruptly, the switchblade in his right sleeve sliding into his palm as he opened it in a rapid motion, and flung it towards the bodyguard, aiming directly for his heart.

Taehyung heard his body drop, but didn’t look at him as he was already over Caleb’s coffee table, the switchblade in his left sleeve already in his hands, his fingers gripping it tightly as it opened. He used his legs to hold down Caleb’s arms and the rest of his body, as he pressed the knife to Caleb’s throat.

Caleb’s eyes widened at Taehyung on top of him, his reaction exactly what he was hoping for. “Believe me, I don’t like this anymore than you.”

“Tae, what are you doing?” Caleb gasped underneath Taehyung’s touch.

“Shh, talk too much and you’ll cut yourself. I just sharpened this.” Caleb didn’t move again, and Taehyung smirked at him as he tilted his head. “Now, I need to you tell me why you killed my Vee.”

[dubredofanfics]

Afire Visage

Part 5 of 6

Leni graduated college and started working on her masters degree. This opened her to so many opportunities and a stable living. People were impressed by her wit and beauty. She was respectable and adored by most as well making it easier for her to survive the industry until she crossed paths with Rodrigo again.

The time she waited for so long finally came. She finally gets to seek revenge from the man who ruined her. When he met him, he was dating someone already, she began by discreetly flirting him aiming him to fall in love with her.

Out of desperation to make her plans work, she flirted him enough for him to lose time for his girlfriend and it eventually lead to a messy break up. However, Rodrigo continued going after Leni. Something about her takes his attention and he had no choice but to give in.

"I'm sorry about your girlfriend..." she faked her concern, his girlfriend broke up with him after thinking that he was cheating on her with Leni when the truth is she was just demanding so much of his time and using the project they are working on together as an excuse. She just wanted to lament his relationship with his girlfriend as a part of her revenge.

He drank his glass of champagne. "Thanks, we're fine. We talked already." He replied making her feel a bit irked to know they are fine. "Really?" She asked. "Well, we decided to end it. It's just not working anymore." He shared.

She scoffed, "easy for you to dump girls, isn't?" She asked discreetly drawing emotions inside her chest. He just chuckled and thought about Elise, the only woman who understood him, the only woman who made him feel complete.

"It's just hard to find someone who would understand everything about you." He stated, she secretly hardened her jaws and found him so hypocrite.

They took a break from the study they were conducting with the excel files and changed the channel to netflix. "More wine?" She offered, he gladly accepted and drank with her until they got a bit tipsy.

"More?" She asked. "No, I'm good. I think I've had enough." He chuckled. She placed the bottle on the table and leaned close to him. "Really? You've had enough?" She teased and stroked his leg like some innuendo.

"Yah, I'm a bit dizzy already." He chuckled trying to pretend he wasn't noticing her insinuations. "Rodrigo, come on. You're better than that." She leaned closer until they face were just a few inches away from each other. They looked at each other as fire started to pool down their abdomen.

She pressed her lips against his but in just a second, he haltered from reciprocating. "We shouldn't be doing this. We're drunk." He didn't want to take her for granted.

She smiled and gazed at his eyes. Upon looking back, he remembered Elise' eyes, it had a huge resemblance with hers and that's when he lost it.

"Just enjoy it." She bit her lower lip before she crushed a kiss against him. This time, he fell into the pits of temptation, he reciprocated her course.

They kissed hard and exchanged for a while. His hands wandered across the curves of her body before it went beneath her skirt to pull down her panties. As soon as her south became defenseless, she unbuckled his pants eagerly and pulled down his pants to his ankles.

"God, I want you inside me so bad." She whispered with some hot breaths. He couldn't speak in deep intoxication. Their lips and tongue battled as she sat on top of him.

Without letting go of his lips, her hand positioned his shaft towards her gash and slowly sat on it. Her jaw involuntarily dropped as she took him in slowly and deeply. He grabbed onto her waist to support her course.

He swarmed her neck with kisses while her head tilted back slightly as she struggled to take his whole size in such position. He could hear her sharp breaths and it galvanized him.

He unzipped her dress and pulled it down to her stomach. He attacked her neck down to her chest with some hasty kisses leaving a few marks on her plump chest. His hands went back to her waists to assist the deep rhythm she was doing.

In the midst of their fiery exchange, Rodrigo couldn't help but feel distracted with how every part of Leni makes him recall Elise. Her smooth skin, her soft and moist lips and her brown eyes. Everything reminded him of Elise and it just made him sink deeper into making love with Leni, however, it felt so wrong to him to make love with her while thinking of someone else.

—

Leni woke up alone realizing that Rodrigo left early. She sat up and recovered from her deep sleep. She checked on her phone and saw no message from him at all and it annoyed her.

He should be messaging me. He should be thinking of it. Why is it that it doesn't look like a big deal to him?! She vented out inside her head.

She expected him to drool harder over her after what happened to them but everything is turning into a mess. He stopped communicating with her for days and it made her feel like it was a deja vu of what he did before — she hated him. I can't be losing over him again this time. She told herself.

Little did she know that he never stopped thinking about her during his hibernation. He tried to figure out his feelings making sure that he doesn't only like her because she reminds him so much of Elise and this time, he was certain that he shouldn't push through with her because she's not Elise and he can't have her just because she reminds him of her.

They crossed paths at the parking area of the office. Rodrigo rushed towards her and apologized immediately.

"Leni, I'm sorry about what happened last time." She scowled harshly at him. "Rody, you just fūcked me then you left me alone without anything and then you stopped talking to me for days and now you're apologizing?! What is wrong with you?!" She grumbled.

He knew he went wrong there, he sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm a mess—"

"Yeah you are! Because you're an asšhole!" She groused interrupting his redundant apology. Before he was able to utter any word, she rushed inside the office leaving him behind in deep humiliation. He didn't want to make a scene so he decided to just talk to her after work or some other time about it.

[sauerland-2001]

Season 2, episode 1, clip 1 thoughts

- first emotional punch of the season:  the opening with the voice messages from Italian lgbtq+ youth, well done Ludo

- Chicco Rodi is one of the first characters we see, always a good sign

- that party scene full of incredibly beautiful Italians makes me aware of my own ogre-ness

- I like how it’s Silvia who we’re with at first, the camera follows her through the party, from watching The Frog and discarding her cake (nei, Silvia!) over asking Sana and Fede about Ele and Eva, to seeing Edo from afar and then meeting Fili who makes the first of about 492 comments towards Edo’s allegedly shitty hair; WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, SAVA SIBS, HIS HAIR IS GORGEOUS??

- Eva kissing Marti, eye -

- my sassy son answering the phone in someone else’s house, just to tell them that he doesn’t live there - iconic forever

- he just....calls her a frog.  To her face.  And she decides he’s the hottest guy she’s met that night.  Covitti girl, respect yourself. 

- whoa, Marti totally wipes his lips after that kiss, I never noticed that!! Neither does Emma apparently

- so we got Silvia’s POV, Eva’s POV and here we are with Ele and Edo, the most gorgeous people on this planet, trying to set Rome on fire with those lanterns; if you’re a Noora stan, this remake is not for you since she spends two entire seasons off screen here

- Eva is confusion

 - Gio and Elia silently communicating that it’s best to make a run for it

- Marti is a bad runner (I feel you, love)

- I would bet a million Euros that Ludo made those boys run a thousand times during that shoot aifsfe

- the color coordination of the boys’ outfits is genius, and that bus scene is better lit than all Marti/Nico scenes, thanks for nothing LUDO

- keep your eyes on Marti during the talk with Gio about him spending the night at his place, and tell me that Federico Cesari isn’t of the THE best Skam universe actors, I dare you