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genericpuff · 1 year ago

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To be fair, a country can have more than one head of state. Political systems aren't as consistent as we might think them to be and even absolute monarchies like Spain have a prime minister. Then you have things like elective monarchies and hereditary republics. From what I remember, the idea of an election isn't even really treated as that big of a deal... but that right there is the problem. The first and I think only time it actually gets brought up is when it's introduced for a single panel, and even then, it's only in relation to Persephone's trauma. No one really comments on it afterwards. Even in Apollo's own episode, he very briefly comments how he could do a lot as king—not president, but king! Ergo, overthrowing Zeus. So either the whole president thing was a dropped plot point or Rachel couldn't think of any other reason for Apollo to be on a giant poster.

Regarding Eros' comment, Apollo is the god of medicine and the literal god of doctors is his son. Even if Asclepius himself doesn't have a bad record, he'd have reason to be wary. It's why I don't blame Hebe for automatically believing Apollo that nothing can be done about the poison after he simply touches Zeus, given what one of his domains is.

And speaking of Hebe, again, to be fair, a lot of people don't notice their surroundings when they're grieving and her back was clearly turned anyway, so I don't think this should necessarily be a strike against her. I honestly didn't find anything off about Apollo gaslighting her either (I mean, besides the obvious; gaslighting is horrendous) and he'd also just threatened her, so I don't blame her for running away either. Plus, the episode just ends with her noticing the snow soon after, so it's not like we get her thoughts on this one way or another. I don't have fastpass, though, so does it show her actually believing she'd somehow poisoned Zeus in a future chapter, or...?

Hebe poisoning Zeus also wouldn't necessarily be outside the realm of possibility either if Apollo were to argue she did it for Hera's sake or something and then she just snapped. That said, it is still ridiculous she's the first deity he would frame, rather than someone alot more believable, like Ares. Didn't Zeus sleep with Aphrodite that one time? And we know how protective he is of Hera. Or hell, if he wanted to topple the current monarchy entirely, he could've just framed Hera herself! Maybe even Hades!

And if this were any other comic, I'd say Apollo returning to the scene of the crime and then calling the media is just him being a narcissist, because some narcissists can be really, really dumb. But the chances of it being framed that way are practically at the bottom of the Aegean Sea. Even a single panel of someone asking why Apollo called a journalist first is doubtful.

But yeah, not trying to slam you or anything and sorry if it comes off that way. I really like your analyses and I love Rekindled, I'm just trying to offer a few explanations here. I do agree with you overall, though! Rachel has alot of great ideas, but the executions of said ideas are just terrible.

Okay so, while I really appreciate the amount of effort you put into defending these points and I can totally get the points you're trying to make in many of them (and yes this is the part where I respond with my own points, as we do) I think the fact that you presented all of these "well to be fair" talking points is just highlighting and further proving LO's biggest problems in its writing, one that I've talked about before on here but I think bears repeating.

And that's the fact that we (the readers) have to make massive assumptions just to make the plot make sense.

Yes, to be fair, there are government systems that run with a dual-system of monarchy + diplomatic government, but there was never any implication of this being a thing in LO until all of a sudden Rachel dropped the "Apollo for President!" plotline in S3.

Yes, to be fair, Apollo is the god of medicine, but we've never seen him actually fulfill a single duty regarding that, Asclepius is far more qualified as an actual doctor than Apollo (*from what we've been shown), who we've only ever seen apply a bandaid to Persephone's hand five years ago.

Yes, to be fair, people in shock may not take in their surroundings fully, but it seems really silly to have Hebe positioned in front of a window that has a FULL VIEW of what's going on outside and still have her just freeze in time when she's offscreen so she doesn't see or hear anything that's going on just several feet away through a sheet of glass. Just get rid of the window and find another way to force Eros and Psyche into confrontation with Apollo.

Yes, to be fair, Hebe could have a motive, if she were written as someone with some vendetta against Zeus. But she wasn't. That version of Hebe does not exist and, as you said yourself, there are way more gods who would have reasonable motive to poison him. We've only ever seen her dote on him and love him unconditionally as her father, and we've even seen scenes of them in S1 where they have a functional father-daughter relationship (if anything I'd be more inclined to believe she'd have a vendetta against Hera for being an alcoholic mom during her childhood but I digress).

Through all of these "to be fair's" when do we actually stop and ask ourselves why we have to constantly have the benefit of the doubt and jump through all these logical hoops to make sense of the plot to begin with? Again, all this just lends to how poorly structured and written the comic is, and all of these 'to be fair''s you've presented cannot reasonably apply to LO because LO never wrote those things. They never showed Apollo being an actual god of medicine, they never showed Hebe having ill will towards her father, and they never showed Olympus running with a monarchy + presidential government system. So to fill in those blanks ourselves is to do the legwork for Rachel who's only managed to write half a plot. It's why it's so jarring for random plot points like this to happen because it's just like "wtf do you mean Apollo is running for president? He can just do that??" That's not something that should be established five years in, it makes it really hard to just give benefit of the doubt because if that was something that actually existed in this world, it should have been established ages ago when the foundation for the story was still being built. We're in the endgame now, this is NOT the time to be throwing in new random plot threads pulled out of thin air.

This is what I mean from my essay post earlier that Rachel constantly fails to provide context for things she's trying to say, while overexplaining things that are already being shown onscreen. It's completely imbalanced between what we have to know and what could have stayed on the cutting room floor, and it makes for a messy story where people have to make gracious assumptions and do all the thinking for a plot that was never fleshed out to begin with. Why should we as readers have to do all the thinking for Rachel's lack of storytelling ability, when she clearly couldn't be bothered to put any thought into the narrative or the worldbuilding or the characterizations to begin with? It's lazy low-effort writing.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #anon ama #ama #anon ask me anything

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thezoe611 · 1 year ago

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Have any of the Geronimo crew (and Tim) seeker therapy for the many…MANY…traumatizing events they’ve endured?

Oh yes, unfortunately yes. This is something I couldn't put in Unstoppable, so I'll write it now^^' (lots of text, sorry)

->Gosalyn, being the main victim of everything, would start going to therapy with one of the best doctors in S.H.U.S.H. Gryzlikoff made sure to do all the paperwork for the redhead (I didn't manage to fit it into the story either, but the bear is REALLY sorry for shooting her, so he plans to help Gos in any way she needs, even though the young woman doesn't blames him for what happened)

Although, well, more than "going to therapy," they "forced her to go to therapy." Gosalyn felt very uncomfortable, saying that she should just rest, but Drake told her NO. She went through a very bad experience that month, and she didn't have to be ashamed of being treated for it. Max agreed with him, as did Launchpad. Even Negaduck would have told her that going there shouldn't hurt her, since she is the one who always says that "you should go to the doctor for any blow".

Gosalyn would no longer feel nervous being next to Launchpad, but that wouldn't take away the pain and frustration she felt every time Nega-Launchpad hurt her with the bat. She would never forgive him for being a Launchpad. Furthermore, the redhead would begin to feel a slight "aversion" to whistles, especially the children's song "Simon says…". LHearing even the first verse of that song could give her a panic attack, remembering everything they forced her to do that time…

And the scar that was left on her right arm due to Ratigan's experimentation, so deep that her yellow plumage didn't completely cover it, and that was why the redhead would now wear a black sports sleeve. Although she mostly used it for Drake and Negaduck, aware that they felt terrible knowing that she had a scar.

Not to mention the existence of "Dark Orchid". She would want to forget everything about that identity that they forced her to take… The thing is that SHUSH still wouldn't tell her about the fact that someone stole the stored belongings related to that villain…

->Max would also have a change. He would begin taking first aid courses in his free time. Why? Because he realized that he needed to learn something so basic, and not just how to defend himself, like Negaduck has been teaching him. The point that made him realize that he needed to learn that was when he saw the villain calm Gosalyn during her panic attacks, which he didn't know exactly what to do at the time.

He loves Gosalyn, and he wants to help her. He wants to be there for her, both in her best moments and in her worst, and, to support her, he wants to learn how to calm someone with a panic attack, and these courses are the basis for that (although at first the young man wanted Negaduck to teach him… but imagining the villain teaching him something like that gave him chills, so he opted for the other option^^')

Drake, Launchpad, and Goofy would focus on supporting Gosalyn as much as they could.

->Drake was still upset with himself for everything he could have avoided if he had investigated more of Gosalyn's biological family, so he would want his daughter to get enough rest, and he would take some hero cases for that. The bad thing is that the redhead would still do some activities like Quiverwing Quack to distract herself, so he and LP would accompany her to keep her safe, ignoring the archer's complaints.

->Launchpad, no longer so afraid of scaring her because of his face, would just make sure not to make any sudden movements next to her, which would make his friend smile gratefully.

->Goofy would make sure to ask if Gosalyn needed anything, keeping an eye on his own movement, as he didn't want to push too hard or bother the young woman. Gosalyn would notice that, and, thanking him, she would tell him what dish she would like to try, making her father-in-law happy.

->Negaduck doesn't go to therapy. Rather, anyone who tries to do a session with him would either faint, run away crying, or if they says something shouldn't… well, you can imagine^^'

Of course, that wouldn't change the fact that he would have become even MORE overprotective. I wouldn't be surprised if he had threatened several villains not to dare carry out a robbery without his authorization, with the intention of allowing Gosalyn to rest.

Furthermore, he would make sure to check on Nega-Duckburg several times, to make sure that there really was no trace left of the Nega-McDuck and henchmen…

Plus, there was the matter of whether or not Nega-Morgana had actually survived the massacre 15 years ago…

He had to make sure, watch, and destroy anything that dared to hurt his Baby Girl. He wouldn't let that happen again, not again.

->Tim's case is more peculiar.

The boy has been through a lot in his six years due to Mortimer's teasing and abuse. That is why Gosalyn and Max would agree that the kid, after being adopted by them thanks to all the support that McDuck gave them, would attend some child therapy sessions.

The point is that the mouse wouldn't have collaborated much. He would have remained silent, looking at the drawings in the room, and the kind doctor would have asked him why he was not cooperating or responding. Tim would just say "I don't trust adults."

The physical and emotional abuse he suffered from his uncle really made him distrust most adults. The only reason he trusted Gos and Max is because he loves them, and therefore he decided to trust their family, although, if any adult made any sudden movement, the kid would be startled and go hide behind the redhead or Max.. The mouse adores his new parents, but is not ready to call them "mom" and "dad", even though he is aware that they now are.

And since the boy would not collaborate as much with the sessions, his parents wouldn't yet know that Tim was now afraid of heights, due to having fallen from McDuck Tower when Nega-Gizmoduck threw him, and when he almost fell from the enemy ship. if Gosalyn doesn't hold him in time.

Tim preferred not to confess that, aware that Gos was going through a delicate process. He preferred to sit next to her reading comics with Max, and endure the occasional hug from the redhead, who wanted to annoy him a little, making Max laugh.

The little mouse, who distrusts adults, has as his number one priority the redhead who became so precious to him.

#darkwing duck #gosalyn #gosalyn mallard #drake mallard #negaduck #quiverwing quack #launchpad #launchpad mcquack #max goof #goofy #darkwing duck oc #rebellingstagnationblog #geronimoseries #geronimo #ao3 fanfic

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amazingmsme · 1 year ago

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3E? 🤨

Sorry this took forever, I was trying to finish my spiderverse fic while there was still hype lol. But this one was so much fun & it gave me the perfect excuse to write a self indulgent fic for the book I finished earlier this year, aka Night Film

(For those who don’t know, this was in regards to an obscure media ask game) So without further ado, here’s a quick lil fic for my new favorite trio!

Wet Blanket Attitude

Nora was already showered and in her pajamas by the time they made it back to Scot's town house. He offered Hopper a fresh change of clothes and he stripped right there in the living room, slipping on the baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Scott shook his head and chuckled fondly as he made his way to the bathroom, following Hopper's lead and stripping down the hall before turning into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Even though the hot shower was exactly what he needed, he was exhausted and didn't want to stand any longer. He exited in less than 10 minutes, fully dressed in plaid pajama pants and an old graphic tee he got in high school that had really seen better days. Holes dotted the entirety of the shirt, allowing pale skin to peak through. He collapsed on the couch, sandwiched between the two goons he somehow came to adopt.

"Okay old man? You look tired," Hopper spoke up on his right. Scot turned to give him a severely unamused glare.

"Yeah Hop. I am tired. Exhausted in fact," he snapped. "Maybe next time don't leave your partner in the dust."

"Maybe next time you should keep up," he quipped back, cocky smirk and all. Scot rolled his eyes with a huff, sinking deeper into the cushions.

"Just shut up. What are we watching anyway?" he asked, pointing at the tv, the only light source in the dark room.

"I dunno, just some crap Nora turned on."

"Hey! It is not crap!" she interjected, defensive over her choice of shows. "It's Little Shop of Horrors!"

"A musical? After what I just went through? Absolutely not, you might as well just shoot me," Scot grumbled, snatching the remote straight out of her hand. She made a noise of complaint as it was ripped from her grasp. "What gives?"

"My house, my tv, I decide what we watch," Scot sassed, searching through the channel guide until he found something suitable, settling on reruns of King of the Hill. He relaxed as he listened to Dale's classic paranoid ranting and shivered slightly as a chill ran through his body.

He looked to his left when he felt a hand tap his shoulder and saw Nora holding up the edge of her blanket. "You cold?"

Scot shook his head and turned his attention back to the tv. "No thanks, I'm fine."

"But you look cold! Doesn't he look cold?" Nora asked Hopper for backup. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, not really wanting to look away from the screen.

"Uh, sure," he agreed, because it was just easier to just go with whatever Nora was saying than trying to argue.

"I think the doctor's prescribing you a dose of my body heat," she said matter of factly. Scot furrowed his brows, but before he could question her, the blanket was thrown over him and she was pressed against his side. Scot let out a long, suffering sigh but let it happen, too tired to push her away. Besides, that would've been rude.

"Oh no, it's worse than I thought! Quick Hop, I think he needs a double dose!"

Hopper's lips quirked up in an amused smirk. He pressed the back of his hand to Scot's forehead and decided to play along. "You're right, he's freezing!"

"You two are ridiculous," he said, barely holding back a chuckle.

Nora scoffed, "Someone has to be." Scot looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you got a stick up your ass. You take things too seriously," Hopper chided in, still staring at the screen.

"Because this is a serious investigation!" he defended himself. "And I'd appreciate it if you two buckled down and treated it as such," he scolded.

"Hey, I'm the one who found the list of guest names! Which, you're welcome by the way," Hopper sassed.

"The polite thing to do would be to say thank you," Nora prompted. Scot merely scoffed in amusement.

"For what? Being a smart ass?"

"Okay, now you're being one," Hopper said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I think someone just lost their blanket privileges," he said matter of factly, yanking the blanket off of Scot, and consequently, Nora.

He tried to hide the shiver that coursed through his body when the cold air hit his skin. Nora lunged across his lap to try and wrestle the blanket back. "Hey, you can't punish me too!"

"Maybe you should sit in the middle then," Scot suggested.

"No way, everyone knows the sides are the best part of the couch!" she argued.

In their playful tussle, Nora happened to accidentally squeeze Hopper's thigh. He jerked away and barked out a laugh, hand flying up to cover his mouth. Nora's eyes lit up with mischief.

"Give me the blanket and I might go easy on you," she bargained.

Hopper glared at her and wrapped the blanket around him tighter. "Do your worst."

Nora didn't need to be told twice, immediately setting to work and going for his side. He twisted and bent over in an attempt to dislodge her hands, but her fingers already poked and prodded anywhere she could reach.

In the short time they'd known each other, neither Scot nor Nora had even heard him laugh. So it came as a shock to see him curl in a ball, hiding his face in the soft blanket. His long legs kicked out and flailed as Nora's hands slipped inside his fuzzy shield and skittered over his belly.

Hopper was leaning against Scot's shoulder, laughing loudly right by his ear. Maybe if he wasn't so tired, he'd let it slide; after all, the kid could stand to lighten up, but this was too much noise for Scot's liking. Not to mention Nora was laying across his lap in order to reach her giggly victim. So Scot was quite literally trapped in the middle of a tickle fight with no foreseeable escape... If he wasn't careful, this could end badly.

"It's pretty late and we all had a rough day, so I think I'm gonna head off to bed," he spoke up above the loud laughter as he tried to worm his way out of the prison he found himself in. "Just try to laugh a little quieter," he teased Hopper, shooting him a wink.

"What? No, you can't leave!" Nora protested. "C'mon, just stay 'til the end of this episode!" she pleaded, not letting him get up from the couch.

He looked up in disbelief. "Nora, the episode just started," he said in a deadpan tone. She giggled, but not as much as Hopper was from her nails skittering over his neck.

"So? It gives us the perfect amount of time!" she chirped. Scot narrowed his eyes, giving her a skeptical look.

"To do what?" he dared to ask.

"To do this!" she exclaimed, catching him completely off guard by tickling up his ribs. He choked out a laugh before he could stop himself, his entire body going tense.

“N-Noraha! What’re you-“

“Tickle fight! Duh!” she mocked, hands never ceasing their work. Scot thrashed and tried to crawl off the couch, only for her to grab his ankle and pull him back.

“Nohoho! It’s too lahahate for thihihis!” he protested through his laughter. He snorted rather loudly when she dug under his arms to tickle his pits, turning bright red from embarrassment.

“Aww that’s so cute! I didn’t know you snort when you laugh!” she cooed. Scot yanked the blanket from Hopper’s lap to hide his blushing face and hopefully muffle his giggle fit. Nora had no trouble skittering about his torso, looking to Hopper for help. “Aren’t you gonna help? I mean, this opportunity doesn’t come along every day.”

Hopper’s amused smirk quickly morphed into a downright sinister grin as he made a show of cracking his knuckles. Scot shook his head, but the endless stream of laughter spilling from his lips did nothing to deter him.

“Well then, I’d be an idiot to pass up on something like this,” he teased, grabbing his legs in a headlock. Scot’s eyes widened and his thrashing doubled.

“No! Cohome on guys, l-let’s just gohoho to bed! W-we ahahall had aha long dahahay!” he tried reasoning with them.

“Yeah, and this is a great way to unwind! I mean, just imagine how happy and relaxed you’ll be when we get through! Think of it like therapy,” Nora rambled on, playfully pinching up and down his sides.

“Thihihis ihis nowhere near theheherapy!” Scot argued, but the wide smile on his face said otherwise. He’d never admit it, especially not to them, but it kinda felt good to laugh so much after an absolute shit day.

But then Hopper started scratching underneath his toes, and Scot immediately vetoed that fleeting thought.

Of course they didn’t plan on tickling him for the entire duration of the episode, only for about halfway through. (Which was still too long in Scot’s opinion.)

As soon as they granted mercy and let him go, he flopped against the back of the couch, face still pink and panting for breath.

“You two are downright cruel. Never do that again,” he ordered.

“Nah, I think it should be a regular thing. Doctor’s orders to cure that wet blanket attitude of yours,” Nora teased, looking rather smug. Scot groaned.

“I’m not even a wet blanket. If anyone here classified as one it’s Ponyboy over there,” he said, weakly gesturing to Hopper.

“Huh?” he asked, looking just as clueless as Nora.

“The Outsiders? Stay gold, Ponyboy?” he questioned, waiting for the reference to click. When it didn’t, he sighed and sat up.

“They don’t make you kids read any good books in school these days,” he complained, mostly to himself. He finally stood up and stretched, his back popping loudly.

“And just because I’m heading off to bed now doesn’t mean I’ll let you off the hook for that little stunt. I’ll cash in my revenge tomorrow, so beware,” he warned, already walking down the hall to his room.

The two watched him leave, sitting in silence until Nora spoke up.

“You think he’ll actually do it?”

“Nah. He’s all bark, no bite. We got nothin’ to worry about,” Hopper insisted.

Oh how wrong they were.

#asks #tickletastic #obscure media prompts #obscure media #night film #scot mcgrath #nora halliday #hopper cole #night film fic #night film tickle fic #ticklish!hopper #ticklish!scot #is this ooc?#idk you’ll just have to actually read the book to find out

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volturissideslut · 2 years ago

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Hi darling

Can I request the poly!volturi kings x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls?

Thank you darling 💖

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

In hindsight it was probably a really bad idea

okay scratch that, definitely a really terrible idea

trying to do a backflip

on ice

with knives on your feet

so it was no wonder you were sitting in the middle of the ice rink, all alone with no guard or mate around, nursing a swollen ankle that you could no longer stand on, let alone skate

your mates had agreed to meet you after you would be done around 3 pm ish so they could take you out for a walk in the new autumn cold and maybe get a coffee/tea/hot chocolate from a nearby Caffè if you wanted

Good thing they like to come early to watch you at the end

it's was now 2:35 pm and you were holding back sobbs from how bad your foot hurt when they walked through the door and their conversation immidiately came to an end

surging forward with the vampy speed (they slipped on the ice and stumbled a lot) they reached you faster than yiu would imagine and each with different looks on their face

Caius was more concerned that anything. He was out of touch with humanity and humans in general and his first instinct was to turn you to get rid of whatever pain yiu were feeling right now and keep you safe in the long run. Either that of get on the phone and scream at poor Carlisle like an angry Karen defending her kid until he got here right now to make the pain dissappear completely.

ohh he so wanted you to never skate again but he knew he couldn't take it off of you- it was your form of expression, your art just like his paintings and surprisingly he would make sure his brothers remembered that. Even though yiu could get hurt again he wouldnt take it from you (he would however be much happier if you picked up a different form of expression such as music or writing poetry where you could stay safe and not be trotting about with blades on your feet but hay ho who's he to judge?)

Aro would be the one to resentfully zoom off to get whatever it was you needed. Bandages? An ice pack? A medical kit? Comfort food? he's not really sure but he's ordering everyone around to get it and set up your room in the most comfortable and convenient way for you possible. This happens FAST too because he really doesn't want to leave your side

Would attempt to have every pair of ice skates you own just magically dissappear into some void somewhere but Caius stops him as has a lengthy conversation with him about how he has art, Aro has performance, Marcus has music/literature, and you have skating and ha cannot under any circumstances forcible remove skating from your life no matter how badly all three of them want to. Your happiness comes first. Aro will, however, make sure there is always a guard present when you skate or even leave the castle now because your safety is of the upmost importance to him. untill you are completely healed be aware you are on house arrest and yiu should be suprised of you can even leave your bedroom.

Marcus would be the one to carry you back to your room at volterra Castle with your head tucked into his neck and his hands holding yiu as gently as possible on your legs and back. Aro and a team of doctors are waiting impatiently for you and as soon as you arrive you are given 10/10 treatment

he personally cannot bring himself to leave your bedside or you in general even for courts, trials and important meetings. To all three of them you are top priority and they make this abundantly clear but still Marcus is always there, watching. Not in a creepy way though, he's just there, chilling and ready to fetch you a glass of water if you need one. He no longer trusts guards to do anything no matter how simple, even the elite guard are not allowed near you at the minute which kinda annoys the other two but they deal with it because this is just how he's showing his concerns. Wouldn't even imagine forcing you to stop figure skating once your healed but would insist he tag along for at least the first 20 sessions. It kin of becomes a date where you teach him to skate (he's a little wobble but he's alright)

Overall, good luck getting any time to yourself because it's not gonna happen

#twilight renascence #twilight saga #twilight #volturi #volturi kings #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #x reader #poly #hc #headcannons

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stargaze-issei · 4 years ago

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— "𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; when your father, the head of the japanese mafia, was killed, your childhood friend swore to protect you till his death. now, you're the empress of the underground world, and he doesn't know what's harder, to keep you safe or manage to hide his feelings. what will he do when, for the first time, your life's at risk and he isn't anywhere near?

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; mafia!au, angst.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; swearing, mentions of blood, guns, murder, kidnap, yk... mafia stuff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; lemme know if u want a part two bc i felt like it was getting too long and i don't know if anyone will read it or like it 👉🏻👈🏻

"where the fuck are you?" bakugou's voice stroke over the phone, noticeably angry. he had told you several times to never go anywhere without him, which you mostly did, if it weren't for him being away a lot of times. nothing less was expected from your right hand, who handled every dirty job, and considering your line of work, it wasn't scarce. but you did had other bodyguards, just as trained as katsuki, willing to give their lifes for you, which was extremely better than having bakugou giving his life.

to his eyes, you were still the little girl from before. he saw you as a someone who needed protection. at first, you agreed. your father was murdered, someone managed to get through all his security and killed him, none of the guns he and his security team carried around could protect him, killing you would be like stealing a sweet from a baby. bakugou had always kept you safe, despite his agressive usual safe, he cared about you more than he cared for himself. so you stuck to his side, believing, hoping, he'd die for you. but that was a long time ago, now, you could defend yourself, and had raised a sense of loyalty in your people by your own. your father's empire was based in fear, yours? by admiration. you didn't see your people as working ants, but as important parts of a whole. still, anyone who was a threat to you, bakugou made sure to erase them forever.

"don't talk to me like that, i'm your boss" you could feel him losing his shit, a smile began to form in your face. even when everyone respected you, he was still the same.

"you can't boss anyone if you're fucking dead, you dumb shit" a laugh came out of your throat, he couldn't avoid smiling at the sound "wait, oh, okay, i know we're you are. stay there, i'll be in three" he hung up before you could reply.

you looked back, at one of your guards who was just putting away his phone. of course they told him. why couldn't you go get your own coffee? being in the office all day was tiring, to be five minutes outside was all you asked for. a few seconds after, they handed you your coffee, obviously, a guard had to try it first, in case that barista wanted to suddenly murder you. of course he didn't.

"who let her go outside without me knowing, huh?" a furious katsuki appeared through the door, making a scene in the place. you gave him a warning look. if there was something you hated, was that. everyone in the area knew who you were, but why make it any more obvious. those people were just living their usual lifes, and people tend to get nervous around you. "the car is waiting outside" he understood, but you knew he was going to scold you anyways.

you walked outside, smiling, and got into the car, followed by katsuki and one of his subordinates, the other one got in the front sit, next to the driver.

"save it, i'm n–"

"the fuck you are" he cut you "your safety is my responsibility, if i say you can't go out without me, then you fucking don't. specially not when there are people after your head" there was no denying he was right, but still, it upset you.

"there's always people after my head, bakugou".

two weeks ago, two men went into your office. they were in charge of some dealing territories, though small, important. most contraband had to pass those places, you controlled those police departments making everything easier to your truck drivers. they were beaten, cover in blood and barely standing.

"our men, all of them... they all..." only one of them could talk, the other being too shocked to even look at you. "kazuhito's men, it was them... they said we had to tell you, they're coming after you" you couldn't show any fear in front of your so called soldiers, and your template remained at ease. a shout was enough to get those men the help they needed, after holding their hands, you promised to go see them once they were checked by doctors. you called bakugou as soon as they left, he was the first who should know and help you decide what to do next.

the kazuhito family had always been rivals, enemies of the worst kind. everyone suspect they were behind your father's assassination, but with no proof, even you knew it would be the biggest mistake to charge against them, despite your personal desires.

"i already told the drivers they had to take rout b for a while, but we can't let them just keep what's our" you explained to katsuki once he arrived. "those drugs have to get in town by us, damnit". it was clear how frustrated you were, those assholes had mess with your and your father's hardwork.

"if we retaliate, a war will unchain. your father tried to avoid that for years"

"and see how he ended up" bakugou didn't know if it was the anger, or you talking. "we will lose everyone's respect if we don't do something, they killed dozens of our people, katsuki".

he was trying hard to stay objective in that situation, but it was near impossible. a war would put you in more danger than ever, your life was at stake, and bakugou wasn't sure if he was willing to risk it. growing up by your side, your father taking him in when his parents died, you were his only family. more than that, he loved you. the only reason he was able to do his job right, was the fear of losing you. your head was already valued in millions, how could he protect you in the middle of a conflict, that would end only with your death or the kazuhito's leader's death? your power was bigger than theirs by little, but they did something that reckless, which meant they thought they had out powered you. had they? or were they just bluffing? had they miscalculated?.

"we're taking action, wether you support me or not" you looked into each other's eyes, you knew him enough to understand his fear, just not the reason behind it. your voice softened "but i'd much rather do it with you by my side".

"you're the boss" he spoke, already regretting it "i'll schedule a meeting so the high charges let everyone else know, i'm staying at your place so we can trace a plan".

and there you were now, being reprimanded by bakugou. he was extremely tired, he decided to stay with you until things were calmer, which could be several months from then. getting up at six a.m, going to sleep past midnight, being always looking for possible threats, it had given him bags under his eyes.

"i'm sorry" you said once you were alone with him, it was only then that you could let your guard down "i'm making this harder for you".

"yeah, you are. but it's my job, after all" that came out wrong, he thought. it wasn't his job, it was his fucking life purpose. he wanted you to live a long, happy life, as hard as it seemed.

"i guess it is" deep down, his response disappointed you.

"hey, look at me" out of nowhere, his body was insanely close to yours, you felt his breath in your face as he lifted your chin with his finger "there's nothing i wouldn't do for you, got that, dumbass?"

for a brief moment, the taste of his lips was all you could think about. i bet they're soft. but as fast as it started, it was over, katsuki pulled away harshly, inventing an excuse to leave. he had flown too close to the sun, so close that it burned his skin.

a few more people went to see you that day, asking for diverse permissions, advice and stuff like that. since it had been slow, compared to other times, you decided to home early. a call to your team, and the car was already outside. bakugou left instructions for your departure, because he had things to do somewhere else, much to his displeasure. you were accompanied by your escorts to the doors of the building, that seemed like a normal office compound. there were waiting two other guards, making a total of six people protecting you. way to go, bakugou.

"how's your wife, ryota?" you asked the driver. of course, not everyone fitted in the same car, so you got into the second one, middle seat, between a built up woman and a big man. you tried to remember everyone's name, but it was difficult.

"she's good, ma'am, sends her regards" he smiled at you over the mirror.

"and the baby? he must be a month old, right?" at the memory of his child, his face lightened "you should take some days off, i bet your wife and son miss you"

"i have a duty with you, m–" a loud impact interrupted him, the front glass had exploded. the car had an abrupt movement back and forward, all you could see was blood, everywhere.

the woman next to you took her gun out, in order to protect you , you thought, completely wrong. before everyone could react to her act, she shot the guard in front of you. you looked at your side, searching for someone alive, the same bullet that had killed ryota was in the guard's at your right forehead. besides you , the only other person was that woman. if she hadn't glasses on, that stare could've seen throughout your soul. then you remembered, katsuki made you bare with a knife under your sleeve. with a weird move, you felt its sharpness against your skin, it was there, but she read you like a book. before you could even pull it out, another shot stroke followed by a intense pain in you thight. the bitch had shot you. you blamed it on the adrenaline, because nothing hurt. what happened after was a couple of blurry images in your memory.

bakugou had called you more than a hundred times, you, the drivers, the guards, everyone in his fucking team, but no one knew anything. the cameras at your house never showed you arriving, your phone's location was off. he was out of his head, if he didn't hear from you in the next five minutes, someone's going to die. he rushed into his car, following your rout at a dangerous speed.

both cars were full of bullet holes, and every guard he had hired was dead. there wasn't a place without blood. tears of pure rage came to his eyes, fuck, it was his fault. he started to look for you, but the whole world was spinning around him. where were you? where was your body? were you alive?, this couldn't be happening. he had left you unprotected, alone, and now you could be dead, because of his uselessness. his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"sir, we– we have– the kazuhito's are here" he left as fast as he came. they had touch you, they had taken you away from him, and he wasn't going to let them get away with it, even if he had to go against a whole army, whoever was behind it all was going to pay.

a man in a suit was sitting in the chair of your office, smoking a cigarette, as calm as a rock. katsuki was so close to rip his head of right there, that somebody had to hold him down. his own people updated him, saying that he had gone into the building alone, with no weapons of any kind, not even a cellphone.

"where the fuck is she?" he crashed his hand against the desk.

"ah, mr. bakugou, please take a se–"

"tell me where she is right now if you want to keep your head, fucking bastard" his hand had wondered to the tip of the gun in his belt, menacing to blow up at any second.

"you won't do that, mr., if i don't return to my people in one hour, she'll be so fucked up that not even you will recognize her" a laugh surge grom bakugou, a dark, cold laugh.

"i don't have to kill you, then" one of the man's hand rested in the desk, like asking for katsuki to rip it off his body. as you did, he also carried knifes under his shirt. in less than a second, one of them was buried into the man's hand. he screamed, both in shock and pain, giving your bodyguard a hatred look. "what do you want, shitface?"

"i-it's quite simple, actually" his face was white as paper, and even though he wanted to talk normally, his voice shivered "we want you to take over the y/l/n's business, under our command of course" he let out a sigh, trying to keep his composure and ignoring his bleeding hand "if you– if you agree, she will have to leave japan and never..."

bakugou won't agree to that. not now and not ever. to give away what you and your father built from scratch, and spent decades keeping safe, was like killing your child, and your father's memory. to send you away, alone, where he most likely won't see you again in years, was also off the table. it wasn't funny anymore. he started walking around the man's chair, picking up his sleeves. he checked the clock in the office, he had forty-five minutes with the man, meaning, forty-five minutes to make him talk. he ressourced to every fast interrogation method he knew. the people outside the door weren't surprised when they heard the man's screams, even wondering what had taken so long for the boss to start acting. katsuki was never a patient man. his senses were blocked, he couldn't hear anything but screams and begging, all his eyes could see was pain through all the man's body, his hands felt nothing but warm blood. but for the first time in a while, he wasn't enjoying it. he was doing it out of need, the need to save you. every minute that went by, was a minute were your life risked. he never felt so close to losing his sanity.

"outside the city! she's in one of our safe houses outside the city! i don't know which, please stop!" ten minutes before the timeline he finally gave up. your intelligence had all their safe houses, storages, garages, every location needed. not a second passed when one of yours men delivered a map with all the points marked. there were five in total.

"throw him outside in ten minutes" he shouted, walking to the armory "two teams, six people each, my fucking people, hear me? now, dammit! we're leaving in a minute, if i have to go by my fucking self, i'll do it"

when he was armed to the teeth, almost a dozen of people followed him outside. they were his most trusted men and women, being trained together, he knew they were as skilled as him, and they were all willing to put their life's at stake for you, their boss. in the car, bakugou barked the instructions. he had narrowed it down to two possible locations with all the information he had. if they had to kill every person in those places, then be it. he's going to get you back.

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morhath · 2 years ago

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SPN S1E10 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason

oh look it's a haunted asylum episode. groundbreaking.

idk how to break it to you but no ghosts are required for a police officer to shoot his wife. it is in fact a very common and non-haunted occurrence.

while in most ways I do not want to compare my father to John, I will say I deeply relate to the bit where they're like "how do you know he texted us he's terrible with technology" b/c my father learned to text maybe 2-3 years ago. he still uses a flip phone. he texts on the flip phone with perfect grammar, capitalization, sentences, etc.

once again ACAB but I looove the setup of the boys pretending they don't know each other, Dean asking the cop probing questions, and Sam pretending to defend the cop to gain his trust. v good, we love cons and scams. that being said I am once again saying that a cop shooting his wife and then himself really shouldn't ping any supernatural radars lol

okay so the Spanish version seems to be doing a thing where a narrator reads out English text on the screen (the little location tag, signs, etc.) which totally makes sense but it does mean I keep getting jumpscared by a random dude translating signs and stuff

ty Spanish SPN now I know how to say "weird vibes" in Spanish. augh this scene where Sam is doing therapy to try and uncover information is giving me SO MUCH secondhand embarrassment

YES the scared girlfriend character (Kat) knows how to use a shotgun, love this for her. btw when I started this post I was gonna rant about how I hate haunted asylum stuff but I had a vague memory from before that the patients' ghosts were relatively calm and it was the head doctor's ghost that was doing the murders so I decided not to rant. I think that memory is correct! which is nice, if you're gonna do a haunted asylum I think that's the way to go

this series really loves to electrocute these guys huh. YES Kat girl break up with your shitty boyfriend

ykw I never get it when characters are like "yeah if I dare you to kill me it'll snap you out of mind control because we are family/friends/partners/whatever and I know you don't want to" like. I would NOT trust someone with that. sure they probably don't want to kill me but what if the mind control is so good that it doesn't matter??? huh??? don't risk it. oh good Dean and I agree on this actually lol the gun wasn't loaded.

oh hey I think this might be the first actual salt and burn to get rid of a ghost? I know they talked about it a bunch, but I think this is the first time we've seen it onscreen. anyway yeah SPN said disability rights. you too can riot and kill your shitty doctor who's been experimenting on you.

#life #supernatural #unfortunately: supernatural liveblog #murder tw #suicide tw #police brutality tw #medical abuse tw

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keagan-ashleigh · 3 years ago

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Hello tis me 👋😊

Ok so just like many people I have been following Loki's show and I have been sharing my thoughts on Twitter (look for @KeaganAsh if you want to meet me there) but, well, I thought, hey, that's been a while since I've posted something on Tumblr, and since the finale's tomorrow, well.

So. I haven't had many theories, some thoughts here and there but nothing big, but one. This is about Sylvie - it's not exactly my theory, I've seen some tweets about it and I tend to sort of agree with it: I am not 100% convinced Sylvie is actually a Loki. I think there is a possibility, a fair one, that Sylvie is the Enchantress. The actress has answered about it but in case the theory is true she can't just spoil it, and she's been vague enough so the theory still has a chance to be true.

First of all there's the name: Sylvie. Sylvie Lushton is one of the two characters that has taken the Enchantress alias, the other one being Amora.

The two are not the same character but they have things in comon and as Sophia Di Martino said they took inspiration from Lushton but are telling a different story from the comics. That doesn't rule out the theory at all since Sylvie and Amora can have been merged into this new character we've been presented.

I'm going to introduce those characters - even if in the end I end up being wrong, which is a possibility, they're still interesting.

Sylvie Lushton is a human, who obtained the powers of Enchantress from Loki who met her when she was a teenager, in Oklahoma where she was born. His reason being, basically, he wanted to play with the life of a human, and see what will happen. With her newly gained powers she tried her chance at joining the Avengers, taking The Enchantress name and lying about being an asgardian. But she was rejected.

She later joined Coat of Arm and the Young Masters, still trying to be a hero, then was accepted by the Young Avengers before being rejected because of her bad attitude. She joined other groups until she ultimately led a villainous group and was defeated by The Defenders then led by Valkyrie, Misty Knight, Hyppolita, etc.

Her powers: she has the ability to cast illusions, to control people's minds (!), teleportation, she can transform people into animals, cast some sort of energy field, transmorgrification (changing form, often in a grotesque way)

Amora is a born asgardian, her powers have been taught to her by the Norns, especially the Queen of the Norns, Karnilla. She's been continuing her studies by seducing or stealing knowledge from mages, wizards. She associated w Brunnhilde but soon betrayed her.

She's been for a long time associated with Skurge, who was deeply in love with her.

She's notably known as Thor's love interest - more precisely, Amora fell in love with Thor, tried to seduce him but when she couldn't, asked Skurge to kill Jane Foster. She was then defeated.

Later she has been associated with Loki, Zemo, Doctor Doom, etc.

She later was forced by the Beyonder to fight on Battleworld, at some point she fought against Miss Hulk and lost. She met Thor again by that time.

[note that those are mostly characters that have an importance in the incoming mcu phase]

The Enchantress was exhiled from Asgard by Odin who was unhappy with her villainous actions. But she fought against Surtur's army, and against her sister Lorelei when she refused to fight alongside asgardians. So she casted (?) a spell on her so she fell in love with Loki.

Her story doesn't stop here but it's a long story, see the rest on Marvel wiki.

Her powers: she has the asgardian strength of course, speed, ability to fight, endurance, etc. Plus obviously she is a witch so she casts spells, throw lightning bolts, teleport, cast illusions, transform her appearance, she manipulates men by seducing them, she can use force fields and blows up things with energy she emits, she can levitate, AND not the least: she can astral project to possess other people yes !

Both Enchantresses have obviously things in comon with the show's Sylvie - including their looks. Their powers seem similar to Loki's but there is things they can do that he can't, such as what is said in Lamentis: Loki can't enchant people, not the way she does it.

Loki manipulates minds in a different way as established in Avengers, he used the scepter that multiplied his power and emotions, to control minds and unleash Avengers deep anger to awake the Hulk. In a way, that power came from him, but it's not something he really does in the movies. Initially, he can astral project, use hypsnosis, telepathy, but he doesn't possess people. I guess Sylvie is teaching him to use this power he doesn't yet control. Still, it's quite possible that this is to make us doubt, or to focus our attention on the fact that Sylvie can help him unleash his powers, and not on the fact it's fairly possible that he just doesn't have Sylvie's abilities.

There is not many differences between a Loki and an Enchantress and that makes it really easy to deceive people into believing they are the same person.

What we've seen from the show and Sylvie's past, she was taken away from Asgard by the TVA as a kid and then hid from them and ran away... But there is actually nothing that really say unequivocally, the kid we saw was Sylvie. That is the story she is telling.

Plus there this tiny detail that the kid had dark hair, while Sylvie doesn't - yep I know hair dye is a thing but that blurs the line, that creates a visual difference between those two persons. What if it's implying they're not the same ?

And there is other details, like the HUGE amount of times they use the words "enchant", " enchanting", and such. I mean. Why insist on this word, when her power can be described differently, could have used telepathy, mind manipulation, etc, but they insist on using "enchantment".

And there is the fact her first impulse when called a Loki is to reject it, perhaps with a bit more anger than necessary. Why doesn't she wants to be associated with this name? Why insisting on the fact they're two different beings and not two versions of the same person. She's the only Loki to reject being a Loki, the only one who doesn't dramatize everything, and if they have comon traits, they are very different. Even Loki points it out, they're different. They imply that's because she was taken out of her timeline befire she could learn to be Loki, but again, it'd be a very good way to mislead us.

And of course there's the fact that they make them fall in love with each other - I doubt they really are to be honest, but they make it such a point that falling for himself is sick and absurd, then what if it means he's not? Yes it IS absurd. What if that's precisely the point?

I don't care if they end up together if she is not Loki but Enchantress, Loki is still canonically bisexual no matter who they set him up with, that is a win they can't take back. But yes, if she's actually Loki, then this pairing is weird. They are different people anyway, they don't share the same timeline, the same life, the same experience, still that is weird. And perhaps it's meant to feel weird and to be questioned.

In conclusion : I am not sure this theory is right. Not at all. But I feel like there is a piece of the puzzle missing, I feel like there is a lack of an actual twist. For now there has been 2 twists (tva agents are variants and the Time Keepers are fake), but we have been told that since the beginning, we started the show with this fact that it was all bullshit so there is no surprise, we have been led from the start to the understanding that the tva was coated in lies.

I expect something more unexpected. Something that not only will give a starting point to the multiverse just as it has been announced on the medias, but also something, pretty much like the Agatha reveal in WandaVision, that will make us go back to the beginning and reconsider everything we've seen. Why not that thing be that Sylvie is the Enchantress and has been either pulling the strings or been manipulated into tricking everyone.

Maybe not. Maybe I am wrong. We'll see tomorrow, maybe not this time but next season if there is one - everything is possible. If I am wrong, no worries, it happens, but if I am right I'll be happy but not surprised. 😁

#loki spoilers #loki #loki show #sylvie lushton #enchantress #sylvie is enchantress theory #marvel #mcu

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edema--ruh · 7 years ago

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Fitz's behavior in "The Devil Complex"

I think we can all agree that last night's episode was very shocking when it came to Fitz's behavior and personality in general. I saw some pretty good posts (which I reblogged before making this one) talking about split personalities, DID, and overall seeking to explain, from a medical point of view, what exactly happened to Fitz in order for him to do what he did in The Devil Complex.

I want to approach this from a medical point of view and from a literary point of view. I should let you know that I am in no way an expert in mental illness apart from my own experiences with them, and I have no academical medical knowledge. If I happen to say something that isn't true or that is misguided, feel free to correct me in the replies. I am, however, a literature and linguistics student, so I happen to be a little more clarified in this particular area than in the medical one.

I want to start saying that Fitz is mentally ill. He has been ever since the pod incident back at the ending of season 1, when his brain suffered from hypoxia and he therefore had to deal with aphasia and other symptoms of brain-damage such as lack of coordination, for example. However, I think what we as viewers failed to notice was that hallucijemma (or rather, Fitz hallucinating Jemma) was a very worrying symptom that went overlooked not only by us, the viewers, but also by the other characters in the series. We know that the team was aware that Fitz was isolating himself and talking to himself, but despite of the them supporting him (Coulson with his motivational speeches, Mack by playing videogames with him and trying to fit him in, etc.), they still ignored the fact that Fitz was literally hallucinating Jemma. This issue disappeared once Jemma returned from her cover in Hydra, but this is the reason why I believe that Fitz seeing his Framework persona and having a personality split in s05 isn't so out of character as people are complaining it to be. He has been showing symptoms of mental illness ever since early s02, and having it go untreated for so long, on the top of everything that happened to the team during all these seasons, could only culminate in the aggravation of his condition.

Let's also remember that even after the pod incident, Fitz spent a long, long time inside the Framework having his entire life reprogrammed and rebuilt. He was forced to live an entire different life, and yes, he WAS himself in the Framework, but Aida changed details and conditions about his life that allowed him to grow up under the supervision of his abusive father. This is a detail that cannot go ignored, and it raises that whole discussion that we used to have about Ward in the past season: are people born inherently evil, or is it the nurture that turns us into who we are? We saw that the Ward in the Framework was a good person, not because Aida programmed him to be so, but because he didn't have a toxic presence in his life (Garret), and rather a healthy one (Hand). The same goes for Fitz: in the real world, he was brought up by a loving mother, whereas in the Framework his clearly abusive father was responsible for his nurturing.

Fitz didn't turn out to be a horrible person (or even a monster, as he refers to the Doctor) because he is inherently bad, but rather because the conditions of his nurturing made him be that way. Of course you could disagree with me, if you are more fond of the philosophical view that people are born inherently evil and have to choose to be good, but in my view, in this particular case, this rule doesn't apply. Not only because we have seen the different results of Fitz's different nurturing processes (by his mother and by his father), but also because Fitz himself believes that there's good in everyone. He may not believe it as fiercely or defend this idea as strongly as he did back at season 1, but he still does.

What we need to understand is that we all have good and evil inside of us. No one is morally perfect, we're all human and we all have a dark side. But the Doctor's presence and actions in The Devil Complex weren't just Fitz showing the viewers his dark side and being completely under control of his actions like some people seem to think. I like to see it this way: in the Framework, Fitz showed his dark side (the Doctor). He was a completely different person in that reality, and shared no personality traits with Fitz: he was cruel, sadistic, lacked empathy for others, was a fascist and ruthless. We know that the real Fitz - our Fitz - isn't like that. The Fitz we know is loving, caring, considerate and highly empathetic.

The main problem here is that the Framework happened. It can't simply be forgotten or shrugged off, especially not to Fitz, who, again, was trapped there for a long time and LIVED that life. Fitz was already brain damaged when he was forced into the Framework (remember hallucijemma?), but having to live a whole life as a whole different person takes its toll on someone brain, especially if that brain is already fragile. When Fitz woke up from the Framework (let's remember also that he was the only one who was FORCED out of the Framework, whereas all the others chose to leave - this unwillingness to leave the Framework is probably also connected to the personality split that Fitz had in 5x14), he had two contrasting memories of two completely different lives in his head. In one, he was the Fitz we knew, and in the other, he was a horrible person who did horrible things: torturing Daisy, shooting Jemma, killing Mace and Agnes, etc. He has these two life-memories in his head. He can't simply get rid of them just because he woke up. And the fact that he didn't even have the time to recover from all this, because he was not only kept in solitary confinement for 6 months but was also frozen for literally 74 years and went to a post-apocalyptic space base in the future, just aggravates the brain-damage he has been dealing with ever since season 2.

I remember that something that bothered me a lot about Fitz's character development was that his aphasia and the symptoms of his brain-damage simply disappeared over the course of season 2 once it stopped being convenient for the plot. I always complained about how the writers had dismissed Fitz's trauma and how he should have had at least some sort of closure for his condition. But now, after The Devil Complex, we were shown that Fitz never got healed overnight from all the damage he went through. His symptoms didn't appear so often anymore, yes, but this doesn't mean that the damage to his brain was healed. In fact, I think it only became concealed, which is dangerous because it went untreated for so long. I believe that Fitz's brain damage going unattended for so long would eventually result in a breakdown, but the constant brain reprogramming that he was submitted to only aggravated and accelerated the inevitable. Fitz is no longer just Fitz - he is also the Doctor. He LIVED that life. He remembers living that life. He remembers doing everything he did in the Framework. As he has said himself, it wasn't programming - it was him. But the Doctor and Fitz are absolute opposites, they are such different personalities that they can't just merge together. At least not to Fitz. That's why he hears the Doctor's voice, and sees the Doctor as a physical manifestation - his consciousness (his original, loving, caring consciousness) can't compute that such horrible thoughts and ideas would be his own. He sees the Doctor as a third party because he can't comprehend or accept that this would actually be him - an evil, deranged version of him, but him all the same. It's easier to tell himself that the Doctor is a manifestation of fear from the rift than to admit that it's him. It's only when Jemma finds him about to remove Daisy's inhibitor that Fitz can't lie to himself any longer. Those were HIS actions, and the consequences for them would have to be his as well. The Doctor doesn't have any empathy or love for Jemma, but he knows that Fitz does. Fitz loves Jemma. It wasn't Fitz who programmed the robot to point a gun at Jemma, it was the Doctor's part of his personality. The stress for having to fix the gravitonium situation and his frustration for being unable to solve it made the Doctor take over and "do what (Fitz) was unwilling to do". But the Doctor is just an alternate personality of Fitz's. Whether he wants it or not, the Doctor IS a part of him. He isn't a manifestation of fear. And once he acknowledges that the Doctor isn't a third party, but a part of himself, I think that's when their personalities start to merge. Notice the blank expression on Fitz's face as he wipes out his own tear before removing the inhibitor from Daisy, or the lack of emotion in his voice when Jemma asks "you would point a gun at me?" and he says "no, but he would". This isn't our Fitz, because our Fitz would never hurt Daisy or point a gun at Jemma, but he isn't the Doctor either, because the Doctor doesn't feel remorse, guilt or the need to obtain forgiveness. Fitz is struggling with having two personalities now, and they are so completely opposite to each other that it's no wonder he had such a breakdown.

Before I enter the literary point of view of this Fitz-Doctor dichotomy, I think it's important to make clear that Fitz had, indeed, a split in this episode. He didn't act as the Doctor because he wanted to or because he has a mysterious dark side. He acted as the Doctor because of the constant strain his already damaged brain has gone through. The episode shows us to extremes in the Fitz spectrum: the absolutely evil Fitz (the Doctor) and the absolutely good Fitz (Fitz). But by the end of the episode, there is no longer just good or just bad. Once Fitz acknowledges that the Doctor is a part of himself, he becomes both. This is why he removes Daisy's inhibitor despite of her begging him not to - this is something the Doctor would do. This is why he isolates himself and doesn't deem himself worthy of forgiveness afterwards - this is something Fitz would do. He does, indeed, carry the weight of the world in his shoulders, and unfortunately the Doctor is the way he has found to fix the problems that were too morally grey and complicated for the original Fitz.

This brings me to the matter of grey morality. Back at season 1, Fitz and Simmons were written as the comic relief for the most part of it. They were quirky, smart, funny and had little narrative purpose other than to be funny, interesting and serve as the exposition characters for the show. Still, ever since then, Fitz and Simmons already showed tendencies to having what I will refer to as a God Complex, even though I'm not entirely sure it would psychologically cathegorize in this way. What I'm trying to say when I mention they had a God Complex is that they always thought it was up to them to solve problems and fix things, and when they failed to, they blamed themselves.

After the brain damage, Fitz became more reclusive and isolated himself. He hallucinated Jemma and thought himself to be unimportant to the rest of the team. But what first calls my attention is that he went as far as almost suffocating Ward to death. This isn't something I would ever imagine s01!Fitz doing, but this IS an undeniable proof that suffering from brain damage has changed Fitz as a person. If we look at him today, at season 5, he barely resembles the Fitz he used to be at season 1. And that's good.

That's good because people are morally grey. Like I said before, we all have evil and good inside of us (keep in mind that the Doctor's manifestation in 5x14 isn't Fitz's evil part manifesting itself, but rather a direct result of his mostly neglected mental illness). After Ward threw Fitzsimmons to their deaths, I think Fitz's faith in people diminished (especially because Simmons left him), and his trust issues increased. He went as far as suffocating Ward, which is a pretty morally grey thing to do. I say it's morally grey because if you analyze just the action (suffocating a person), this is morally wrong. But when you put this action into a certain context (suffocating a person because they betrayed you, tried to get you and the person you love killed, and gave you brain damage), you can understand and even empathize with this action. Can we really judge Fitz for wanting to kill Ward, after what Ward did to him and put him through? But, at the same time, was his decision to deprive Ward of oxygen correct, from a moral point of view?

What I'm trying to say is that with each passing season and each traumatic experience they put Fitz (and Simmons) through, Fitz became more and more morally grey. This is character development. The Fitz from season one was cute, funny and nerdy, but he was plain. He was nothing more than the funny nerd who was a good guy and was there to do science stuff. Now he's so much more than that. Is he good, is he bad, is he both, is he neither? He's complex! Season 1!Fitz would never be able to bring this much complexity to season 5's narrative if he hadn't developed. The ultimate culmination of Fitz's grey morality is his participation in the creation of the Framework. Not only he hides it (and Aida) from SHIELD (he was required to report it), but he also hides it from Simmons, who is his girlfriend. The reason he hides it from Simmons is because he knows that she will be forced to report it to SHIELD, and he knows that if she reports it then he and Radcliffe wouldn't be able to work on it anymore. He actively chooses to hide something important and potentially dangerous from his girlfriend and his superiors because he is overcame with a sense that he can handle this by himself. Once again, his God Complex takes over, and we all know what the atrocious results of this decision was.

Upon waking up (or rather being forced out) of the Framework, Fitz is left to deal with his guilt for what he had done all by himself. And not only that, but he feels like he is responsible for everything bad that happened (and even though he did have a fraction of the responsibility, he wasn't the only one to blame for all the bad stuff that happened). We know now that he has been hearing the Doctor's thoughts and voice ever since he woke up, which only reinforces how aggravated his mental condition is. He spends six months without any sort of comfort, affection or reassuring, and the only people he has contact with interrogate him and threaten him. Once he leaves prison, he is almost immediately frozen for 74 years, and then he is immediately forced to act as Boshtok, the Marauder, which is basically a space version of the Doctor. Imaging being forced to re-live your life as an evil torturer who hurts your friends, waking up, being completely isolated for six months, freezing yourself for 74 years and then immediately having to act like the evil torturer to survive. There is no way Fitz will be ok after all this, and I for one am glad that the writers are finally approaching his issues on screen. His symptoms and unresolved brain damage have gone unmentioned and unapproached for too long, and now that it's finally being addressed by the writers as an actual issue (Simmons herself acknowledges Fitz's problem as an injury, because she only realizes what was happening when she was telling Mack not to put weight on his injury. Simmons has two PhDs and is an extremely competent professional; if she says Fitz is mentally ill then I believe her), there is hope that Fitz will finally recover and take some time to heal himself and overcome all this. Let's all remember that post-Hive!Daisy did some awful things too, and she was able to find redemption and light again.

I'm looking forward to seeing how the writers will deal with Fitz's illness and how they will mend Fitz and Daisy's relationship after all the horrible things that happened in The Devil Complex. Fitz isn't evil, but he isn't just Fitz anymore, either. He is... something else now, a mixture of both (he doesn't regret removing Daisy's inhibitor - Doctor - but feels horrible enough to isolate himself from others and considers himself unforgivable - Fitz), and if Jemma and the team are willing to forgive him and aid him back to health, I am sure he can overcome his illness.

tl;dr Fitz has been mentally ill ever since season 02 and only now the writers are addresing this issue, which has been aggravated by time, neglect, and repetitive trauma to his brain (Framework, 6-month-isolation, 74-year-long freezing and the stress the team has put on him to solve problems). What he did to Daisy was horrible, but I believe that once the team acknowledges that he is mentally ill, they will be willing to forgive him and help him recover from everything he has gone through. At least I hope so.

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This was posted on Twitter by user @4722hours, and I think it's relevant:

Fitz's symptoms have been making themselves known for a long time now. Him snapping at Deke, being nervous and more angry than usual? We all thought that was OOC or asshole-ish, but turns out they were just symptoms. We need to acknowledge this as the serious mental illness it is and only hope that the writers will address this issue properly and with sensibility, instead of using it only for shock value and thus perpetuating the erroneous idea that people with schizophrenia are violent and aggressive.

#leo fitz #leopold fitz #leo fitz meta #fitzsimmons #agents of shield #aos #maos #the devil complex #s05e14: the devil complex #aos spoilers #framework fitz #doctor fitz #aos meta #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #my opinion

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Heartbeats: Chapter 1/16

Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Word Count (Chapter): 5,877 Crossposted from AO3. Originally started on 17 October 2018 and finished on 23 May 2021. Link to original.

Summary: When Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS, she stopped aging. Unfortunately, she doesn't realize until it's too late. Sixty years later (in Earth's timeline), eighty years later (in her timeline), or maybe a thousand years later (in the Doctor's timeline), Rose finds herself back on Earth, looking for the Doctor. (Has been expanded into a sometimes cheesy, sometimes fluffy, sometimes kind of sad long fic, featuring a number of characters from all over New Who.)

NOTES: This is my first and most popular Doctor Who fic!

Rose Tyler hadn’t aged a day. This was strange because it had been many days since she last remembered noticeably getting older; in fact, it had been years, and she still looked like she was nineteen years old. Her hair still grew (she had cut it, wondering, and it had grown back), but otherwise, nothing about her changed.

The Doctor (or, well, he was calling himself John Smith now, but Rose had never gotten the hang of that) said that it had something to do with the way she had looked into the heart of the TARDIS. Time Lords had become Time Lords by looking into the time vortex, he said, and the heart of the TARDIS must have been the same way.

She didn’t mind, for now. For now, she was just living her life with her husband, not aging, but she knew that after a while, he would die, and she’d have to figure out what to do. Her mum was dead, had died fairly peacefully in her sleep a few years back, and her little brother Tony was thirty or so, living a nice little life with a husband and kids. He didn’t need her, no matter how much she had babysat when he was a kid.

And the Doctor had always been much older than she was, of course, but he hadn’t always looked it, and she didn’t like the stares she got when she walked down the street holding hands and laughing with someone who, by all rights, looked three times her age, and she didn’t like knowing that she was supposed to look that age too.

She wondered, sometimes, what she would have looked like. She wondered if she was ever going to look like it. Not for a long, long time, at any rate.

As the Doctor got older, they talked more about what would happen when he died. The Doctor wanted her to go back to the other universe and find a new regeneration, but she was worried about punching that hole in reality, and was thinking of trying to build a time machine of her own and traveling around this universe the way the Doctor did in the other one. The Doctor was sure that her old dimension cannon, with a few modifications, would work out all right, and they had this argument over and over until she agreed to make preparations for either option, with the understanding that in the end, what she’d do after he died was her choice.

And he grew older, and older, and she stayed nineteen, and then one day they were running around defending the Earth from a new kind of alien (because the Doctor would never dare settle down, even as a human), and he got shot with a stream of electricity right where his second heart would have been if he had one.

Turned out, getting shot in the right side of your chest wasn’t much better than getting shot in the left, and he died in the hospital, holding Rose’s hand.

She cried at his side, she arranged a funeral (a quiet affair, just for their close friends and coworkers), and then she dried her tears and tried to decide what to do next.

She did travel around on her own for a bit, in her homegrown time machine, but it was a bit cramped and always made her kind of dizzy. Not only that, but after saving a few worlds and seeing the sights of her second universe, she realized something: she was lonely. She met new people, even traveled with a couple of them for a bit, but they were all passing through, and she missed having the Doctor around.

She realized that the Doctor had known this would happen all along. Of course he had. He’d been doing the whole space-travel thing for years. No wonder he had wanted her to find a future regeneration. He’d known that his future self would be just as lonely as she was. And so she took her time machine back to Earth, 2068, and picked up the dimension cannon. She checked and double-checked the whole thing, the safeguards, the shields, and then she decided that she was ready.

She didn’t have anyone to say goodbye to, really. She called up Tony, but he was used to her running all over the place, and that kind of life had never appealed to him, so he wasn’t about to notice if she left. She was just his daft older/younger sister who somehow never seemed to want to settle down. The call was brief and painless, and when it was over, Rose tucked her cell phone in her pocket and calmly fired the dimension cannon.

The way it worked was simple, in the end: Rose fired the cannon, it punched its hole, and she stepped through what felt like a curtain of plastic, right into the space she had been occupying, but in the other universe. Afterwards, the hole closed up, leaving the cannon on the other side (although Rose had kept all the specs saved on the tablet in her bag, just in case).

It was simple, except that she stepped out into empty space and immediately started falling. It took her a moment to remember that she had been on the second floor of the Torchwood headquarters, and Canary Wharf had long since been demolished in this universe, apparently. She had taken everything into account but that.

Fortunately, she was above water, and she landed a moment later in the Thames. Her feet hit the bottom and she kicked, shooting up through the water. She swam to shore and then flopped onto a concrete riverbank, feeling a little bit like a fish, with all the gasping.

Her bag had gotten soaked, of course. Good thing her tablet was waterproof.

And that was how Rose Tyler arrived in London, her London, because she still thought of it as hers even after she hadn’t lived there in sixty years.

Which meant that now all she had to do was find the Doctor.

She started by looking up strange incidents. The people here were aware of aliens, but hadn’t done any manned deep space travel yet; Rose’s universe had people traveling towards faraway galaxies, but this universe was just gearing up for it. Rose didn’t have the materials or the resources she had had before when she and the (human) Doctor had built her time machine, so she was stuck waiting on Earth. She got a job in a shop, somewhat ironically, since she couldn’t figure out how to explain her sixty years of work experience in a parallel universe to anyone meeting her nineteen-year-old face for the first time. She found a tiny apartment that she could almost afford on her wages, and she read the news sites every day, looking for a hint of an alien presence.

She found traces, red herrings, but none of them actually led her to the Doctor. She saw aliens on the streets, once in a blue moon, but she quickly learned that a few aliens actually had assimilated into Earth culture by now.

After a while, she realized that looking alone wasn’t going to help her. She should have realized that from the beginning, probably, but she hadn’t wanted to involve others in her search. But now she remembered that the Doctor always had contacts on Earth, even when he didn’t have a companion with a family.

She contacted UNIT, saying she was Rose Tyler, looking for the Doctor, and left out everything that had happened in between the last time UNIT in this universe had seen her and now. They replied saying that they needed proof that she was the Rose Tyler that they had in her records, so she brought her driver’s license (her old one, from this universe, back when she had actually been nineteen) and the tablet from the other universe with all the designs that she and the human Doctor had come up with.

She met with a general in a high-security room; she got the impression it was someone fairly high-up. She hadn’t realized that she warranted all that, but the Doctor was no laughing matter to UNIT. He was a legend.

And she was a legend, too, from what the general was saying after she realized that she was actually talking to Rose Tyler. She rambled about saving the world and walking through universes while Rose sat there with a polite smile on her face.

Finally, she stopped, and Rose said, “So, can you help me find the Doctor?”

“Well, we’re not presently looking for him,” the general said. “We last saw him, let’s see, about five years ago, when we were fighting the Slitheen.”

“Slitheen,” Rose murmured. “They’re back?”

“Not anymore,” the general said. “Thanks to the Doctor.”

“Well, that’s what he does,” Rose said. “Mind you, I’d like to do it with him.”

“Well,” the general said, “in the meantime, would you like to work for UNIT?”

“What?”

“Your designs are brilliant,” the general said, “and you say you had help, but much of this is clearly your own work. We could use someone like you on our team.”

“I’m not so sure about the military,” Rose said. “I’m not great with taking orders.”

“We’ll be sure not to put you in a battle,” the general said. “You traveled with the Doctor. We all know what kind of a person that makes you.”

“Careful,” Rose said. “I’ll still be out there fighting.”

“We understand,” the general said. “There are a number of people here who would be nothing but honored to find a former companion of the Doctor’s here.”

And so Rose quit her job in the shop and started work at UNIT, taking apart alien technology and putting it back together into new devices. Rose liked to poke around in their archives and find names she knew-- Martha Jones, tested Project Indigo in the heat of battle, Jack Harkness, declared persona non grata in the eyes of UNIT after managing to draw classified secrets out of not one but six UNIT soldiers at a bar, all in one night. The Doctor, saving the world every few years, showing up in two different bodies one day and baffling everybody, and then Donna Noble, who saved the world and then disappeared to a regular life.

It was scarcely a week before Rose faced her first alien invasion with UNIT. As promised, she wasn’t a soldier, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there; she wasn’t about to miss her chance. It was a race of spiderlike aliens that had lost their home planet and were now looking for a new one, which would have been all right if they hadn’t considered humans unintelligent life forms.

As promised, Rose didn’t fight as a soldier, but she did work with UNIT; she had more firsthand alien experience than anyone, and UNIT wasn’t about to give that up. Not that she would have let them. She had become a figure on par with the Doctor in her own right, she realized; she was technically a hundred years old at this point, with years of traveling time and space, and years of using alien technology, and years of living with a human version of the Doctor, and if she was running around telling people what to do and not following orders, well, that was just to be expected from a woman who was a hundred years old and hadn’t aged a day.

The whole time, she was looking out the corner of her eye, wondering whether the Doctor would appear.

He didn’t. Not this time.

The next alien experience they had was positive, for once. A refugee ship came to Earth, fleeing a nearby war, and UNIT intercepted it and brought the aliens in. They were kind, if scared, and UNIT managed to find a place for them. A couple more ships flew in, after that, and Rose loved watching that, knowing that in a hundred years Earth would be sending out ships full of war aid to alien fronts, and the streets would be full of all sorts of different people. This was the beginning.

A few weeks later, when people started showing up in hospitals and morgues with their eyes ripped out of their heads, Rose was less pleased. On the other hand, this was familiar to her; she had seen this happen in the parallel universe.

“It’s a race called the Orreans,” she explained. “Coming halfway across the universe because human eyes are a delicacy for them. Like caviar. They’ve gotten tired of kidnapping us every so often and farming us on their planet; they’ve decided to skip the formalities and just take their prize.”

“That’s disgusting,” one of the UNIT soldiers said.

“So’s caviar,” Rose said, shrugging. “They live in the water, but they’re amphibious, so you’re not safe just ‘cause you’re on land. Got it?”

The soldiers moved out, patrolling the riverbanks. Rose was walking a ways behind one of them when she saw a massive, slimy, wet head emerge from the water right next to the soldier.

“Run!” she cried.

The soldier looked around, confused, and Rose yelled, “Run,” one more time before the soldier ran. Rose turned and ran in the other direction, scrambling to get away from the river. She took out her tablet and pulled up a map, marking the spot from which the Orrean had appeared. It joined a number of dots already there to mark where victims had been found.

Looking around, Rose realized that her surroundings were familiar. She hadn’t been here in a while, but-- this was Canary Wharf. This was where she had landed when she had first arrived.

And that’s where the aliens were.

“Oh, please, no,” she whispered. But she knew what must have happened. Somehow, these aliens had jumped through with her. They hadn’t come from their planet intending to leave eyeless humans on the streets; rather, they had found themselves stranded in a planet full of prey.

Because they had been in the river in the parallel London all along?

Rose walked back towards the river, cautious, trying to figure out what all this meant. She had messed up, first of all, was what it meant, and she had to fix it, but it also meant that now there was a race of aliens on this planet with no home and nothing to do but harvest the eyeballs from humans whose only mistake had been wanting to take a walk along the riverbank.

She took out the sonic screwdriver that the Doctor had shown her how to make and held it out, intending to scan the river. Before she got the chance, though, she saw a something-- someone? A group of someones? She couldn’t really tell --rushing at her out of the corner of her eye, and she barely had time to put the screwdriver away before the something (definitely a group of people) got to her. Whoever was in front (in the moment, all Rose could process was a flash of blonde hair and a flapping white jacket) yelled, “What are you doing standing there? Run!”

And a hand clamped around Rose’s, and she was running, and she was vaguely aware of a splash where she had just been standing with her screwdriver, and this felt familiar, but it couldn’t be, the Doctor had always been a man-- and the hand felt unfamiliar in hers, too small, but reassuring nonetheless, and she didn’t know who else she was running with, but she was fairly sure there were three of them, and then they all veered to the left and stopped, collapsing along the riverbank.

“Well, now, that was fun,” said the woman who’d grabbed Rose’s hand, still looking ahead of her. “Glad you could join us, whoever you--”

And here she finally turned to look at Rose properly, just as Rose was pushing her tangled hair out of her face, grinning like she’d forgotten she could.

“--are,” the woman finished, her voice quieter. “Rose?”

And Rose hadn’t let herself hope a few short seconds earlier, but now she dared give herself that little spark of excitement.

“Doctor?” she asked, her voice breaking a little.

The Doctor grinned, and even on this new, new face, her smile was so familiar. Rose was trying to think what to say next when one of the others interrupted.

“What, do you two know each other?” She looked to be about the same age as Rose, but that wasn’t any way to judge a woman’s age, Rose knew.

“You’ve got a whole gang now,” Rose said, grinning. “You never could stay lonely for long.”

“They’re my fam,” the Doctor said. “Best friends, we are. This is Yaz, Ryan, Graham. Good people. But how’d you get here? I thought you were stuck in Pete’s World. And in-- what year is this again?”

“You said 2068,” another one of the gang-- fam, whatever-- said. Graham, if the Doctor’s frenetic pointing could be trusted. This one was older. Rose almost laughed, thinking of the Doctor traveling with two kids and an old man.

“You’re a woman,” Rose said.

“Yeah? So are you,” the Doctor said. “And, I repeat, in the wrong universe, in 2068, looking like you’re still twenty-one. I��m not the oddity here, Rose Tyler.”

“Nineteen, actually,” Rose said.

“What?” asked the Doctor.

“I look nineteen,” Rose said. “I stopped aging.”

“You what ?” asked the third companion. Ryan, Rose remembered. Which made the first one Yaz, by process of elimination.

The Doctor’s eyes widened.

“Of course!” she said. “The heart of the TARDIS! Why didn’t I think of it? Oh, Rose, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all right,” Rose said. “I got to live a nice almost-normal life with the Doctor, he died, I time traveled a bit, and then I came here.”

“How, though?” the Doctor asked.

“Wait,” said Yaz. “You lived with the Doctor? This Doctor?”

“No,” Rose said. “Different Doctor. Human-Time-Lord metacrisis. It’s a whole thing.”

“Yeah, I caught the show,” the Doctor said, despite the fact that Rose had not been talking to her. “How’d you get here?”

“Dimension cannon,” Rose said. “Remember? When we realized I wasn’t aging, we started making plans. The Doctor helped me.”

“ What is going on?” Ryan asked.

“Oh, come on, Ryan,” the Doctor said. “You should be used to this by now.”

“Used to not knowing what’s going on?” Ryan asked.

“Exactly,” the Doctor said.

“There’s something else,” Rose said. “I think-- these aliens stealing eyes-- I think they hopped over with me. I think they had a ship in the river that somehow came through when I did. We put all sorts of safeguards on, honest, we had to minimize the possibility of tearing two whole universes apart--”

“You could have torn the whole universe apart?” asked Ryan.

“It’s dangerous, travel between universes,” Rose said. “Technically impossible, but turns out not so hard if you’ve got a Time Lord metacrisis on your side.”

“Or if you’ve got a Rose Tyler on your side,” the Doctor corrected.

“You flatter me,” Rose said. “Anyway. We put all sorts of safeguards, but we didn’t think about anything jumping on. Also didn’t think that Canary Wharf might’ve been torn down by now, fell two stories into the river.”

“Canary Wharf?” Graham asked. “You were at Canary Wharf? But there’s nothing in there.”

“You don’t remember?” the Doctor asked. “I’d put in an exception for these two, seeing as how they’d’ve been seven or eight at the time. But you’ve got no excuse.”

“What am I supposed to remember?”

“Worst day of my life, that was,” Rose said. “Daleks everywhere. Graham, you remember the ghosts?”

“Oh, I remember the ghosts,” Yaz said. “Remember, Ryan? They showed up at school and we pretended they were ancient heroes and stuff.”

“We thought they were ancient heroes,” Ryan said. “Big metal dudes.”

“There we go,” the Doctor said. “Seven-year-olds remember, granddad doesn’t.”

“How come she calls me granddad and you don’t?” Graham asked. Rose assumed he wasn’t talking to her.

“I’d forgotten how chaotic this can get,” Rose said.

“But you missed it!” the Doctor exclaimed.

Rose grinned.

“Yeah, I missed it,” she said.

“So,” the Doctor said. “We’ve got an alien spaceship where Canary Wharf used to be, Rose Tyler jumping across universes, people with their eyes taken out. Anything I’m missing?”

“Oh,” Rose said. “You haven’t dealt with the Orreans before, have you?”

“The what?”

“These aliens,” Rose said. “They’re called Orreans. Human eyeballs are a delicacy for them.”

“Like caviar,” the Doctor said.

“Exactly.”

“Ew,” Yaz said.

“That’s disgusting,” Ryan said.

“So’s caviar,” the Doctor said.

“That’s what I said,” Rose told her.

“Really?” The Doctor shook her head. “Wait. No. Getting distracted. Aliens eat human eyes. Live in the water. Anything else? Weaknesses?”

“Funnily enough,” Rose said, “they’re not big on caviar.”

“So what, are we going to rob a fancy restaurant?” Graham asked.

“Don’t give them ideas,” Yaz said.

“That was a joke,” Rose said. “I mean, it’s true, but it’s not deadly. I was thinking some sort of electric shock.”

“You want to put an electric shock through the Thames?” Yaz said.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” the Doctor said. She stood up. “You coming with us, Rose?”

“Of course,” Rose said. “That’s why I’m here, you know. Had my own time machine and everything, over in Pete’s World. Traveled a bit. Wasn’t as much fun on my own.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years!” the Doctor said. “Oh, I missed you, Rose Tyler.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rose said.

“Enough of that. Let’s go!” cried the Doctor, and the others stood up. They all started walking away from the river.

“So,” Rose said. “Now the initial running is out of the way. You’re a woman?”

“Yeah, I turned out all funny this time around,” the Doctor said. “I’m from the north again.”

“Well,” Rose said, slyly, “lots of planets have a north.”

“Space aliens,” Graham muttered behind them.

“Actually,” the Doctor said, “it’s just me who’s an alien. Rose is-- what are you, Rose?”

“Well, I was born here,” Rose said. “So technically not an alien, no matter what.”

“Has anyone ever told you that your life is ridiculous, Doctor?” asked Yaz.

“So’s yours, now,” the Doctor said. “Congratulations.”

“How long have you all been traveling with the Doctor?” Rose asked, laughing.

“A bit,” Graham said. “Hard to get a handle on time in the TARDIS.”

“You’re telling me,” Rose said. “Sometimes you come back and a whole year has passed.”

“That was a mistake ,” the Doctor said.

“Where are we going?” Ryan asked.

“Somewhere with a lot of cables and electrical wiring,” the Doctor said. “Hadn’t actually thought past that yet. Any ideas?”

“We’re going to need a power source,” Rose said.

“Right!” the Doctor exclaimed. “A power source. Let’s see. 2068. They could pack a lot of power into a little battery in 2068.”

“So we’re going to an electronics store,” Ryan said.

“Nah,” the Doctor said. “Electronics stores don’t have real cables and batteries anymore. It’s all wireless.”

“We could try a theater,” Rose said. “Lots of theaters have all sorts of cables. Takes more electricity than your average tablet.”

“Ah, yes! A theater!” The Doctor turned to the group. “What do you think, best friends?”

“Works for me,” Yaz said.

“Maybe a car for the battery,” Rose added.

“Makes sense,” Graham agreed.

“Let’s go, then,” the Doctor said, her face stretching into a smile.

As they walked, Rose tried to untangle her emotions. She had quite a few of them, but confusion played a large role. She had thought about a lot of different scenarios for reuniting with the Doctor, but none of them had involved the Doctor being a woman. She was glad to see the Doctor again, but sad because she did miss her Doctor, and now she was going to have to get to know this new one all over again (not that she wasn’t excited to get to know this new Doctor, which added one more emotion to the list). And she was worried that this Doctor wouldn’t like her as much, although of course there was no sign of that. More to the point, she was straight, and she had just spent years married to the Doctor, who had been a man, and now the Doctor was a different Doctor, and she was a woman. What did that mean for Rose?

Not that she thought the new Doctor would have anything wrong with being with a woman. She had seen the Doctor flirt with all sorts. He had once told her that he thought Shakespeare would’ve gone for him if Martha hadn’t been around.

By the time she’d swirled all this around in her head a bit, they were beneath a marquee advertising the latest hit musical, and the Doctor had her sonic out and was unlocking the doors.

“We have to be quiet,” she said. “Theater people are touchy about stealing.”

They snuck through the theater and into the tech booth. It was a tight squeeze, with all five of them; technically maybe not necessary, but no one seemed to want to be the one to wait outside.

Rose pulled out her sonic screwdriver without thinking much of it. She was halfway through detaching a wire from the wall, letting off all sorts of sparks, when she registered that the Doctor was staring at her, mouth wide open.

“You’ve got a sonic!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Rose said. “The Doctor-- the other Doctor helped me make it.”

“I made mine, too,” the Doctor said, waving hers at Rose. It was indeed different from the one Rose remembered; the tip glowed orange, not blue. Then again, Rose’s glowed purple these days.

“What happened to the old one?” Rose asked, going back to the wires. “The blue one.”

“Got eaten by a monster,” the Doctor said. “Or, something like that. Just after I regenerated.”

“Into who you are now?” Rose asked.

“No,” the Doctor said. “I had a green sonic for a while. Fell out of my pocket when I fell out of the TARDIS. I’ve had two different regenerations since you saw me last. And this one.”

“When did you fall out of the TARDIS?” Rose asked. “How long have you been this regeneration?”

“Fell out when I first regenerated,” the Doctor said. “One of those things where you’re dying and dealing with all sorts of other problems at the same time.”

“Fair enough,” Rose said.

“And I’ve been me for about…” The Doctor stopped, turned to look at her companions, and asked, “How long have we been traveling?”

“Few months?” Yaz said.

“Few months,” the Doctor agreed. “Sounds about right.” She shrugged.

“You’re new,” Rose murmured, pulling a cable off the wall and looking past it at the Doctor. “You barely know yourself yet.”

“Yep,” the Doctor said. “I’m hoping this body lasts me a while, but somehow it never seems to.”

“Couldn’t have anything to do with the danger,” Ryan muttered.

“What, this lot knows about your regenerating?” Rose asked.

“Could hardly avoid it, when I fell out of the sky halfway through the process,” the Doctor said. “Dropped into a train car, didn’t remember my own name, had to ask them what the word for ‘tongue’ was.”

“You should’ve seen it,” Yaz said, her face halfway to a smile. “Scared us half to death.”

“I wish I had,” Rose agreed, grinning. “You know, when the Doctor regenerated and we wound up at my place, my mum gave him another man’s pajamas.”

“Really?” Yaz asked.

“Yep,” Rose said. “And even better, the bloke liked to keep fruit in his dressing gown.”

“Oh, yes!” the Doctor said. “Saved the world with a satsuma.” She straightened up, her fist full of cables. “Do you think we have enough?”

Rose picked up her batch.

“Looks like it,” she said. “You lot want to help carry?”

Yaz, Graham, and Ryan each took a few wires, and they exited the booth just in time to be spotted by a security guard.

“Hey!” the guard yelled. “What are you doing?”

“Run!” the Doctor and Rose yelled together, both grinning. They dashed out of the theater and sprinted all the way back to the riverbank, cables trailing behind them, security guards on their heels.

Once at the riverbank, they immediately started setting things up. Graham and Ryan went to hijack a car, Rose and Yaz started arranging the cables with the ends dangling in the water, and the Doctor sat at the other end of the whole operation and started trying to figure out how to fuse all the cables together.

“Is there any specific way I should be doing this?” Yaz asked Rose, kneeling at the edge of the water, holding the end of a cable.

“Not really,” Rose said. “Just get one end in the water. Watch out for the eye-stealing alien.”

Yaz visibly shuddered.

“Wouldn’t fancy that,” she said.

“No,” Rose siad. “I don’t think many people would.”

“So you used to travel with the Doctor?” Yaz asked.

“Yeah,” Rose said.

“And now you’re-- like the Doctor,” Yaz continued.

“I guess I am,” Rose said. She dropped another cable into the water.

“How’d that happen?”

“Saved the world one too many times. Went a bit too far. I don’t age anymore. Had the heart of the TARDIS poured through me.”

“What’s that mean?” Yaz asked.

“It’s, like, what powers the TARDIS,” Rose said. “Pure time energy.”

“Whoa. But you’re not a Time Lord.”

“Nah,” Rose said. “Only got one heart.”

“Fair enough,” Yaz said, and she focused back on her work. Rose did as well until Yaz looked up and asked, in a voice quiet enough that the Doctor wouldn’t hear, “Do you fancy her?”

“Who, the Doctor?” Rose asked.

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “Are you two in love?”

“It’s complicated,” Rose said, thinking sadly of her metacrisis human Doctor as she dropped another wire into the river. “I was in love with him. I was married to a human version of him for years. We thought we were both going to get old together, but then I didn’t get older. He died, now I’m here.”

“Well, I’ve never seen anyone get along with the Doctor the way you do,” Yaz said. “The two of you-- you’re on the same wavelength, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” Rose said. “The only problem is, I’m straight.”

“Don’t limit yourself,” Yaz said. “Come on. I see the way you look at her.”

Done with her own work, Rose glanced twenty feet away at the Doctor, who had goggles on and was intently poking her sonic screwdriver at a clump of cables. She had to admit, there was something about her hair, and the complete elasticity of her facial expressions, and the way she hunched over the cables, every ounce of her focus directed at the metal and wires.

“Yeah,” Rose said quietly. “Can’t believe I’m a hundred years old and I never asked myself if I was into women.”

“Sounds like you didn’t have to,” Yaz said. “If you had the Doctor the whole time.”

“I guess so.”

Just then, the Doctor jumped up and yelled, “I’ve got it!” and Ryan and Graham came back in a sleek blue hovercar, hood raised.

“Brilliant,” the Doctor said. “Let’s just get this up here--” and she hoisted her mass of joined cables up to the engine. “Rose, Yaz, get out of the way!”

Rose and Yaz both scrambled to leave the vicinity of the cables. Yaz went back up to where the car sat, but Rose stayed by the bank, wanting to see what would happen up close. She watched the cables, and watched as Ryan turned on the car, and then she watched the cables writhe with electricity.

The Thames crackled, and Rose watched, and it just so happened that she was still watching when one of the cables leapt out of the water and swung all the way over to hit Rose in the chest.

She stumbled backward, still trying to process what had happened, knowing that it was the sort of thing that probably should have killed her. Her heart was beating fast from adrenaline, and she fell to the ground, dazed.

A moment later, the car was off, the electricity had stopped, and the Doctor was running towards her, kneeling by her on the ground, asking if she was all right.

“Yeah,” Rose said. “I’m fine.” She sat up. “Why am I fine?”

“I don’t know,” the Doctor said. “Rose, I thought I was about to lose you again.”

Looking into the Doctor’s eyes, Rose saw genuine, unguarded emotion, something it had taken her years to see from the human Doctor. She saw fear, and sadness, but most importantly, she saw love, and she smiled.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s okay, though, see? I’m alive and everything.”

The Doctor pulled Rose into a tight hug, and Rose hugged her back, feeling familiarity in the way the Doctor held her, like she was important. She smiled into the Doctor’s shoulder, and then the Doctor pulled back and kissed her, right on the mouth, right in front of everyone.

“You’re not dead!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not dead,” Rose said. She leaned back in and kissed the Doctor again, because she had gone across universes to see her, and she was a hundred years old, and she had plenty of time to fix any mistakes she made.

And as her lips met the Doctor’s again, she felt her heart skip a beat-- a long beat-- and then her heartbeat was off, somehow, and she pulled back again and looked at the Doctor and knew the Doctor had felt it too, or at least, had felt something change.

“Something’s wrong,” Rose said. “I shouldn’t-- I might be having a heart attack.”

“Well, you did just get a nasty shock,” Graham said.

“No,” the Doctor said. She took Rose’s wrist in her hand. “May I?”

Rose nodded.

The Doctor dug two fingers into the inside of Rose’s wrist.

“Two heartbeats,” she said.

“That’s impossible,” Rose said.

“You looked into the heart of the TARDIS,” the Doctor said. “That’s time energy. Same time energy as created the Time Lords.”

“Same time energy,” Rose repeated with awe.

The Doctor held her hand out over Rose’s chest.

“May I?” she asked.

Rose nodded again.

The Doctor put her hand on the left side of Rose’s sternum, where her heart was supposed to be, and then on the right side, which was definitely not supposed to have a heart.

“Two hearts,” the Doctor said. “I’d guess you grew it when you looked into the TARDIS, but it didn’t start beating for whatever reason until you got hit with an electric shock.”

“What, so, is she a Time Lord?” Ryan asked.

“Looks like it,” Rose said.

“I think we got the alien,” Yaz said. “If anyone was wondering.”

The Doctor took both of Rose’s hands in her own.

“Rose Tyler,” she said, her earnest eyes locked with Rose’s. “I am so, so, so glad that you’re back.”

Rose smiled.

“Me, too,” she said.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #rose tyler #fanfiction #thirteen x rose #thirteenrose #space wives #my fic #heartbeats #chaptered

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jess-fmp · 4 years ago

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The Maze Runner~

The Maze Runner is a science fiction dystopian film directed by Wes Ball. It has 3 films, the first one was released September 19th 2014, the second The Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials was released 18th September 2015 and the last one The Maze Runner: The Death Cure was released on January 26th 2018. It was originally a book series with 5 books, the first book was released 6th October 2009, the author was James Dashner.

I watched the three films last week for my project and also because it was recommended to me by a friend, its become one of my favourite films so I wanted to include it into my wider world research.

In the first film you are introduced to Thomas, the main character, who wakes up inside an underground elevator with no memory of his identity. He’s taken up by the elevator into the middle of the maze, also known as the “Glade,” which is enclosed by stone walls. He meets all the other people, who are all boys to start with, they call themselves the “Gladers”. Everyone has assigned tasks and roles. The leader, Alby, says that everyone eventually remembers their name but not their past. Thomas learns that the only way out is through the maze and during the day ,when the entrance of the maze is open, designated Runners enter the maze and search for an escape route and return before nightfall when the doors close. It is known that no one ever survives a night in the maze, which is why they have to get back to the Glade before the doors are closed. While in a competitive fight with another boy, named Gally, the boy knocks his head and remembers his name: Thomas. There are deadly techno-organic creatures that roam the maze at night, these creatures have stingers and if you are stung by one you are left delirious, the Gladers do not have a cure for this illness so if any of the Gladers are stung they are thrown into the maze and left there overnight.

Thomas is the one most curious about the maze and asks many questions, because of this he becomes the one that finds out the most about why they are trapped in the maze in the first place, along with Minho who is a runner. Gally blames Thomas for everything that's going wrong because many people had died since he arrived, so Thomas injects himself with a stinger from a Griever that they killed, he does this so that he can retrieve more of his memory back. He's injected with anti-venom that cures him but when he was unwell from the venom, he had flashbacks of what happened in the past. He recalls that he had worked for the organisation that created the maze, WCKD. The boys had unknowingly been test subjects for an experiment. Later on in the first film Thomas, Minho, Newt and a few others enter the maze and eventually find a laboratory with corpses inside. A video recording on a big screen comes up and a woman, Ava Paige, explains that the planet has been devastated by a massive solar flare, followed by a pandemic of a deadly virus, the Flare. They learn that they were part of an experiment for a cure for The Flare. In the video Ava Paige is shown shooting herself and dies, the boys are then taken away by armed men and put in a helicopter and are flown over a desert wasteland and arrive at a ruined city. Later, the supposedly dead scientists meet in a room. Ava Paige notes that the experiment had been successful and that the survivors will now enter Phase 2.

Then the second film, The Scorch Trials. The Gladers find out that there were other young people who were put into different groups and mazes. They think that they are being taken to a place like paradise, however Thomas and a boy named Aris find out that the people in charge of WCKD are lying and actually using these young people’s blood to find a cure. They see Ava Paige alive, who was earlier seen dead in the first film, she discusses how the blood of the young people wasn't good enough and that they needed blood from Thomas’ group. Thomas quickly goes back to the other boys to tell them and they escape. They then travel across the wastelands on foot, they eventually reach a ruined building with resources, however they come across Cranks, these are people that had been infected by The Flare, which WCKD were trying to find a cure for. Throughout the film Thomas, Minho, Newt and others escape WCKD multiple times. They meet Jorge and Brenda who join them on their journey, Jorge takes them to the Right Arm who had a camp set up with many other survivors of the maze and WCKD. They find some peace at this camp, however WCKD later finds them and attacks the camp, Minho and some others are taken away by WCKD but the others manage to escape. Thomas claims that they need to go back for Minho, Newt and the others agree.

The Death Cure starts with Thomas, Newt and the others on a mission to capture Minho who is being transported by train, however they capture the wrong section of the train. They later find out that Minho is being kept inside a large city, a WCKD-controlled labyrinth that turns out to be the most difficult challenge out of them all. Minho is being tested on and his blood is being used to find a cure, however his blood doesn't work well enough when the doctors test it on a little girl that was injected with The Flare so they could test on her, she is cured for a few hours but then later turns back into a Crank. Thomas, Newt and Gally manage to break into the city and make a plan to break into the laboratory Minho is trapped in. As they prepare, we find out that Newt was gradually getting infected by The Flare but he says that they need to find Minho. The boys eventually get into the building, they find Minho and escape with him while fighting off WCKD. Throughout the rescue mission Newt gets even more sick and starts changing, they find out that only Thomas’ blood actually worked for a cure and Thomas tries to take Newt into the building to get him cured, but he ends up stabbing himself and dying because he didn't want to become a crank and hurt anyone. Minho is eventually saved as they fight off the last of WCKD and they are flown to a safer place. As they flew off, Thomas passes out from being shot and the next scene shows him waking up on a peaceful beach with all the other survivors. He sees Minho and realises that they have finally defeated WCKD and found a place to stay without being harmed.

This film heavily relates to my project because my theme is Utopia/Dystopia and Government Power. WCKD was the governmental power that controlled and forced the younger generation to basically sacrifice themselves to find a cure for the virus, these youngsters refused and defended themselves and others because they did not want to lose their lives to be tested on for a cure. WCKD was willing to sacrifice a whole generation to find this cure which was unfair as the younger generation weren't allowed to refuse these orders. This film heavily inspired my project as at first I was planning to focus on Time Travel in the theme Utopia/Dystopia, but after watching The Maze Runner I decided to go with government power because I generated many ideas for my work and how I could portray this message in my art.

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I'm not buying putting all the blame on Hugh. He's a young fool in love not some master manipulator that you claim he is. He's foolish and a tad ignorant to his surroundings but he's not a bad man. He doesn't even know he's dying yet so he can't possibly know to use that as a manipulation tactic. Pt one

Pt two: I’ve sent in another ask to you about Hugh that’s gone unanswered but I assume you’ve got so many asks it got lost or something. Saying he has no respect for the man he loves while defending the same man who has no respect for his wife is down right infuriating, especially if this whole deviation from the the books happens. Show Hugh is just a love sick pup. Already Ross hasn’t respected her, sure he saved high but he would have left him if given the chance. It was pure chance

Pt theee: and Ross has benefited greatly from the rescue

Hi, anon.

Gonna respond to your points, but I should also flag up that though I reblogged @rainpuddle13‘s post and didn’t offer a dissenting view, because I agree with the majority of what she says, I didn’t originate the post. I don’t think I’ve personally ever claimed Hugh is a master manipulator, though I maintain that he does manipulate Demelza’s emotions.

Putting this all under a read more, both for length and for people to avoid spoilers if they wish.

I’m not buying putting all the blame on Hugh. He’s a young fool in love not some master manipulator that you claim he is

Yes, he’s a young fool. Absolutely. But whether he’s in love or not is a different matter. In the books, as in the show, he actually only meets Demelza a very small number of times, and claims to love her from almost the beginning. He does this despite not knowing the first thing about her. Yes, he grows to know her more, but even so, we’re talking a handful of meetings across a period of 18-24 months, and letters sent from him to her, but not letters in return. I think he believes himself to be in love, far more than he actually is in love. I definitely strikes me as the sort of young man who believes himself to be in love relatively easily. It’s a crush, essentially.

As I said, I don’t think I’ve ever claimed Hugh is a master manipulator, but he certainly does manipulate Demelza, whether it’s consciously or otherwise. He flatters her, he charms her, he writes her poetry. For somebody of Demelza’s character, of her background and life experiences, that amounts to a kind of manipulation. And as to the final manipulation - well, certainly he plays on her compassion then. First he tells her this:

‘…My eyes will not behave. Once they refused to recognize a flag at two hundred yards – now they’ll not do it at fifty. Like any rebellious matelot, they will not respond to discipline.’She stared at him. ‘Hugh, I’m that sorry … But what are you trying to say?’He began to row again. ‘I’m saying I can see the land from here – just. Tell me how we go.’ Demelza continued to stare at him in silence. Her hand had been over the side, and she drew it in and let the drops fall on the seat beside her. ‘But it was to be better! You said that when we first met.’‘It was to be better but instead it is to be worse. I have seen two special doctors in London, one a naval surgeon, the other private. They agree that nothing can be done.’For Demelza the heat had gone out of the day. ‘But even if you are short sighted, there must be naval work ashore, or …’‘Not with this verdict over me. They think I have a short time.’’A short time?—’‘Oh, it is all dressed up in the Latin tongue like ribbons on a maypole, but what emerges is their opinion that there is something amiss behind the eyes and that in six months or so I shall be following in Milton’s footsteps, though without a suitable share of his talent.’

And then, shortly afterwards, this exchange happens:

He said: ‘Demelza.’‘Yes.’‘I wish you’d let me make love to you.’‘Jesus God,’ she said.‘Oh, I know it is – ill of me to say such a thing. I know it is both unfair and indiscreet of me even to utter such a thought. I know it looks as if I am trading on this kindness you are doing to me in an unforgivable way. I know it seems – must seem – utterly despicable of me to attempt, or even to think of attempting, the virtue of a woman married to the man who saved me from prison. I know all that.’She said, stumbling over the words: ‘We had better start for home now.’‘Give me five minutes – if only sitting here with you.’‘To say what more?’‘Perhaps to explain a little of what I feel – so that you shall not think too harshly of me.’She crumbled the fine sand in her hand. Her head was down and her hair fell forward over most of her face. She had kicked off her shoes, and her feet were sunk in the sand.‘I cannot think harshly of you, Hugh, even though I cannot understand how you can say it, especially today.’He brushed the water off his shirt. ‘Let me explain about one thing first. You think this is a terrible thing, asking you to be disloyal to Ross. And on the narrowest terms it is. But – how can I try to make it more clear? By giving love you do not diminish it. By loving me you would not destroy your love for Ross. Love only creates and adds to itself, it never destroys. You do not betray your love for Ross by offering some of your love to me. You add to it. Tenderness is not like money: the more you give to one, the more you have for others.’

This, to me, reads as manipulation. It is a conscious, deliberate attempt to play on Demelza’s inherent goodness, her love, her compassion and her kindness. I do not think it is a coincidence that he had, just a few minutes before, told her that he would be blind soon. He has learned her character, he has understood absolutely that she loves Ross and also that she is kind, generous and giving. He is using that knowledge to convince her to give in to the physical attraction between them, and the emotional attachment.

I absolutely don’t believe he’s a ‘master manipulator’. But I think he does manipulate Demelza. He finds out her character and ‘uses it’ against her (I say ‘uses it’ because I remain unconvinced if he did so in a deliberate fashion or whether it’s unconscious).

He’s foolish and a tad ignorant to his surroundings but he’s not a bad man

I don’t think he’s at all ignorant of his surroundings. He is absolutely 100% clear that his attachment to Demelza is wrong because she is married, and married to the man who saved Hugh’s life. He just doesn’t particularly care. If he did care, he wouldn’t have flirted with Demelza, wouldn’t have flattered her, wouldn’t have written her love poetry. Instead he would have stayed away and made sure they only met in company. Now, whether this makes him a ‘bad man’ or not is up to any individual reader’s discretion. I don’t think it makes him ‘bad’, but I think it’s morally reprehensible for him to be aware of all of the real, valid objections to his attachment - which Demelza herself brings up to him (pointing out that not only is she married but happily so, loving her husband) - and yet not only do nothing to avoid the attachment, but actively pursue it. Particularly in the light of having been saved from Quimper by Ross.

He doesn’t even know he’s dying yet so he can’t possibly know to use that as a manipulation tactic.

In fact, Hugh never uses his illness, when it comes, as a manipulation tactic against Demelza. It perhaps makes her feelings more acute, later on, but it’s not a factor in the actual physical infidelity, and not in the emotional infidelity either.

Saying he has no respect for the man he loves while defending the same man who has no respect for his wife is down right infuriating, especially if this whole deviation from the the books happens.

Ross has respect for Demelza. He absolutely has respect for Demelza. Even within the show, that’s clear. But in the book, this section from Ross’s POV makes his respect for her, and trust in her, absolutely clear. This takes place at Falmouth’s house, in section of the book that it looks like they’re going to cover in 3.08 - after Basset offers the nomination of MP to Ross, when Ross and Demelza have already discussed Hugh and her softness for him:

So he must not take too much account of the way she was blooming tonight. But he suspected there was something different about it; some look of serenity he had not noticed before. Of course any woman likes admiration, and new admiration at that, and she was not different. They had quarrelled once on a ballroom floor – God knew how long ago it was – that time, if he remembered, he had angrily accused her of leading on a pack of undesirable and undeserving men, and she had retorted that he, Ross, had been neglecting her.

This time he was not neglecting her, and only one man, the man she was dancing with, was in any way being led on. Armitage was an honest, charming and likeable chap, and there was nothing whatever to show that Demelza was more than the passive recipient of his admiration and attentions. Ross hadn’t really very serious doubts about Demelza; he and she had been so close so long; but he hoped she didn’t allow Armitage – almost by default – to imagine something different.

(bolded by me for emphasis)

Ross trusts her. He respects her. In the books, they are about as close as they have ever been since their marriage. Now, I agree that in the show the situation is different. The problem in the show is that the reconciliation between them, at the end of s2/beginning of s3, was not as complete and as deep as it was in Warleggan.

Regardless, Hugh is still approaching a married woman, married to the man who saved Hugh. I personally feel Hugh ought to respect that. Fair enough if you feel differently, particularly within the show.

Show Hugh is just a love sick pup

Yep, agree with you there, particularly the implication of ‘pup’ - ie, puppy love, immature love, a crush. He does not, cannot, truly love Demelza, because he does not know her.

Already Ross hasn’t respected her

As I said above, Ross does respect her. Certainly he respects her in the books, but also in the show. For example, leaving her in complete charge of Wheal Grace when he, Henshawe and Zacky Martin (ie, the three managers of the mine) go to France to attempt to rescue Dwight. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t respect her intellect and common sense. There’s also the respect of recognising, at the end of 3.03, that she has every right to take decisions without him when he’s not there, and that he should support that.

Admittedly, he shuts her out of his decision-making rather more often than I’d like, but that’s not actually a lack of respect so much as it is his habitual inclination towards going it alone. I think, in the show, he doesn’t always acknowledge how capable she is, nor understand that her point of view is valuable, but ignorance isn’t the same as disrespect.

And also, frankly, it’s a fairly typical attitude of the time towards the role of men and women within marriage. It’s a difficulty that’s partly arisen because of this apparent need to ‘modernise’ Demelza, and make her more active and fiery. It becomes difficult to stick to the book in terms of her accepting and understanding his decisions. They have written her as being far more vocal and forthright about (for example) the risks involved in any given venture, but the decision is still made, because Ross’s decisions are often the reason the plot moves forward, and so he doesn’t listen to her, doesn’t discuss things with her, and so it comes over as a lack of respect that I truly don’t think he feels.

sure he saved high but he would have left him if given the chance. It was pure chance… and Ross has benefited greatly from the rescue

Yes, absolutely, it was pure chance. But that doesn’t mean that Hugh doesn’t owe his life to Ross. If Ross had not come for Dwight, Hugh would not have escaped. Full stop. And therefore, given the privations of the prison and, in the show, the inhumanity of the French guards, it is entirely likely that Hugh would have died there.

Yes, Ross has benefited from it. But does that really mean that Hugh should be given a pass on approaching Ross’s wife? Does it mean that, because Ross has gained a level of fame and honour for ‘rescuing’ Lord Falmouth’s nephew, we should not protest the fact that his chance rescuee is making advances on Demelza? A chance rescue is still a rescue. What does it matter what benefit Ross is or isn’t gaining from it?

Now, I will qualify all of this by saying that my opinion is based on the books, and that I am still willing to hold fire on show!Hugh until the end of the series, depending on how 3.08 and 3.09 play out. However, so far, I feel he’s being portrayed with remarkable book!accuracy, so I’m not certain how much my opinion will change. I think it will depend mostly on how they portray Demelza’s side of things. But as I’ve said before, in the books, Demelza doesn’t turn to Hugh because of any neglect on Ross’s part, or because of any dissatisfaction with Ross or with her life with Ross.

On a final note:

I’ve sent in another ask to you about Hugh that’s gone unanswered but I assume you’ve got so many asks it got lost or something.

Was this the ask about my opinion on the differences between show!Hugh and book!Hugh? It hasn’t got lost, but as you know, I do have to pace myself, and it’s a question that I’ve wanted to hang on to until I had enough energy for a proper answer. Which, today, I’ve now used up on this answer! :D I almost never delete asks without responding in one way or another, even if it’s only ‘I’ve talked about this before, check my tag’, so if an answer to a question hasn’t appeared, it’s not because it’s lost, it’s just because I haven’t got there yet. I have some asks that have been sitting in my inbox for months, but they’re not deleted and not forgotten, I’m just eternally playing catch-up because I get so many asks!

#Anonymous #sparks talks poldark #poldark spoilers #book spoilers #I will add this to my FAQ page

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Globe, April 26

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Sex Monsters' Jail Hell -- Ghislaine Maxwell, Harvey Weinstein, Bill Cosby, Jeffrey Epstein

Page 2: Up Close & Personal -- Rob Lowe at a Santa Barbara beach, Cher during an outing in L.A., Pierce Brosnan hits the links in Hawaii

Page 3: Dolph Lundgren sips from a tiny espresso cup in Beverly Hills, Jennifer Garner has her hands full

Page 4: Russell Crowe is in a panic to peel 100 pounds so he won't look like a hippo waddling down the aisle when he weds svelte lover Britney Theriot -- the 5-foot-11 former Gladiator hunk now weighs 300 pounds after packing on weight to play loathed, sex-harassing jumbo Roger Ailes on TV's The Loudest Voice and he's lost 30 or 40 pounds since filming stopped, but he's still pretty big but the 58-year-old wants to lose a small mountain of flab before popping the question to the blond 30-year-old Louisiana real estate agent -- Russell is crazy in love with Britney and dead set on making her his next bride and she loves him just the way he is, but he's been ready to get back into fighting shape and now is the perfect time to ditch those bad diet habits -- Russell and Britney started dating over a year ago and have been loading on the PDA during tennis dates, where his bulging belly pops out from his T-shirt, and he's been ring shopping with plans to propose this summer, if not sooner, and has already launched a new fitness regime to shed 100 pounds and he definitely wants to be down to 200 pounds for the wedding, so he can walk to the altar looking his absolute best

Page 5: Kelly Clarkson has a lot weighing her down, like a demanding career and an increasingly ugly divorce, and now pals are urging her to kick back at a fat farm, whittle her waistline and shed some stress -- Kelly bragged about dropping 37 pounds last summer, but she's gained it all back and then some and now crushes the scales at 200 pounds -- the logical solution is for Kelly to check into a health and fitness farm to recharge and she can go and immerse herself in a healthy routine that will replenish her mind and her body, and fitness will be a large part of it to get her started on a healthier lifestyle -- Kelly's concerned pals may even plot an intervention if she won't listen to reason because she needs to focus on her own well-being, clear her mind and get away from this poison she's got going on with estranged husband Brandon Blackstock

Page 6: Real Housewife of Salt Lake City Jen Shah did what a girl had to do after her recent arrest by the feds for scamming folks out of a staggering $5 million: the unrepentant diva popped into a beauty salon for a quick refresh -- the 47-year-old visited her fave stylist Endo to get her hair silk-pressed before she pleaded not guilty at a Manhattan arraignment -- she and co-defendant Stuart Smith are accused of leaving a trail of hundreds of victims, many of them elderly, across the nation in long-running telemarketing tax preparation and website development schemes and many of the victims didn't even own computers and although New York City lawmen say the alleged fraud has been going on nearly a decade, Bravo did a thorough vetting of her that turned up no red flags when they first cast her for the Salt Lake City installment of the franchise, which will return for a second season -- Shah portrays herself as a wealthy and successful businessperson on TV, but at the virtual arraignment, her lawyer revealed much of her opulent image is bogus, claiming she doesn't own her $4 million home featured on TV and revealed she doesn't have any real property, but on TV the wife of Utah Utes coach Sharrieff Shah boasts about spending $50,000 a month and living in her mountaintop Shah Chalet -- she is free on a $1 million personal recognizance bond, but was given two weeks to raise $250,000 cash to secure her bail note and Jen and Smith face up to three decades behind bars if convicted

Page 7: Britney Spears' fight to make her own life decisions just took a bizarre twist, as her dad Jamie Spears wants her to pay millions in legal fees so he can continue controlling her money -- Jamie has filed legal papers in the struggle over his daughter's conservatorship, asking the court to make Britney foot the $3 million bill and she essentially would be paying her own father's lawyers to fight her in court

* Professional prankster Bam Margera blames his suicidal tendencies on piles of pills prescribed to him in rehab after he was booted from Jackass 4 -- he said he went to rehab for Adderall and alcohol as a condition for returning to work and emerged from the facility with a laundry list of mood-altering drugs -- he added this is what the doctors says he needs, and then it led to suicidal tendencies on all 18 medications he was on

Page 8: Ferociously feuding brothers Prince William and Prince Harry called a truce long enough to agree on a final design for a sculpture of their beloved dead mother Princess Diana -- the image of Diana is being created by sculptor Ian Rank-Boardley and set for unveiling on July 1, which would have been her 60th birthday and the memorial will have been signed off by William and Harry, meaning the clashing princes, who no longer talk, have agreed to the sculptor's plan and at least they didn't carry their feud into their mom's memorial -- the boys have agreed on the memorial but it's scary to think of the potential fireworks when Harry shows up for the unveiling this summer, without his pregnant wife Meghan Markle, if he does return to Britain

* Prince Albert of Monaco is blasting Prince Harry for his explosive CBS TV interview trashing Britain's royal family as racist and claiming their cruelty made his wife Meghan Markle suicidal -- Albert slammed Harry for airing his family troubles in public, saying he thinks that this type of public display of dissatisfaction, these types of conversations should be held within the intimate quarters of the family and it doesn't really have to be laid out in the public sphere like that -- he added that it did bother him and he can understand where they are coming from in a certain way, but he thinks it wasn't the appropriate forum to be able to have these kind of discussions

Page 9: Larry King's widow, Shawn, is battling with his namesake son over the late newscaster's $50 million fortune, and their ferocious legal war has tied up all the dough -- according to legal papers, creditors and kinfolk haven't seen a dime more than three months after his death as 59-year-old Larry King Jr. feuds with his 61-year-old stepmom Shawn, the talk show host's eighth wife, who was deliberately cut out of his will, but is demanding she be named executor, but meanwhile Larry Jr.'s legal eagles insist he should be in charge of the fortune so he can settle unpaid bills with the private medical staff that cared for Larry in his finals days, along with housekeepers and other workers but Shawn claims she is the rightful executor and the 2019 handwritten will is invalid -- King was divorcing Shawn when he died at the time of King's passing, Shawn was reportedly getting on well with Larry Jr. and was willing to come to an agreement with him over the estate but with these filings it looks like that's all over now and Larry Jr. maintains he has the final, legal will -- the 2019 will was signed by Larry and witnesses at his hospital bed and omitted Shawn and named his and Shawn's two sons Chance and Cannon, Larry Jr. and now-deceased children children Chaia and Andy as his heirs, however Shawn's lawyers insist an earlier 2015 estate document is still valid and the 2019 will violates two separate agreements between Shawn and Larry, and therefore has no legal effect whatsoever -- the fight could get drawn out for years

Page 10: Vain Vladimir Putin doesn't just rig his presidential elections, the pipsqueak dictator has even stooped so low as to have himself voted Russia's Sexiest Man, but the poll was rigged because no one wants to insult the leader who regularly fixes presidential elections so he gets more than 70 percent of the vote, and recently strong-armed the nation's lawmakers to allow him to run for president until 2036 and the pollsters would also not want to shade a man who's notorious for having his political rivals poisoned -- Putin is famous for trying to project a macho, he-man image and he poses for pictures bare-chested while taking part in rugged outdoor adventures, and the truth is he's suffering the "little man complex" by trying to show how big and strong he is physically when in reality he's the runt of Russia at five-foot-six, but it's really pathetic when he's so insecure that he has to rig a sexiest man poll

Page 11: Fears of a new spree of death and disaster triggered by the ghoulish Curse of the Pharaohs are spreading in Egypt after 22 mummies of ancient royalty were moved to a new museum -- Egyptian officials had no qualms making a big splash by parading the 3000-year-old corpses linked to Pharaoh Ramesses II on wheeled, golden barges along Cairo's streets to a new museum amid gun salutes and fireworks, but many are already blaming recent calamities, like the collapse of a building in the city and the costly blockage of the Suez canal by a grounded cargo ship, on disturbing the corpses of 18 kings and four queens -- the original curse follows the deaths after Pharaoh Tutankhamun's tomb was opened in 1923

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Sebastian Stan flashes his buff bod in Beverly Hills by wiping his nose with his shirt (picture), no more Armie Hammer for projects with A-list superstars like Julia Roberts (he's been replaced by Dan Stevens in Gaslit) and Jennifer Lopez (he was replaced by Josh Duhamel in Shotgun Wedding), Kate McKinnon dropped out of the dramatic lead role in a series ironically called The Drop Out about real-life convicted scammer Elizabeth Holmes and she's been replaced by Amanda Seyfried, Paris Jackson claims she's book smart thanks to her superstar dad Michael Jackson who made her read books as a child

Page 13: Maisie Williams wears a see-through top while shooting the punk-rock series Pistols (picture), Calvin Klein eating in L.A. (picture), Lisa Vanderpump makes sure her dog quenches its thirst while she takes a call in West Hollywood (picture), ousted RHONY star Dorinda Medley is debuting a tell-all memoir this summer called Make It Nice

Page 14: Colin Firth wasn't the first choice to star in The Staircase based on the story of novelist Michael Peterson who was accused of killing his wife; Harrison Ford was, Michael Learned who played matriarch Olivia Walton on The Waltons is taking on a whole other kind of role as the grandma of Jeffrey Dahmer in Monster: The Jeffery Dahmer Story

* Fashion Verdict -- Greta Gerwig 3/10, Mindy Kaling 9/10, Dianna Agron 4/10, Zazie Beetz 2/10

Page 16: Cover Story -- shameless monsters' prison pity parties -- pervert Jeffrey Epstein's accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell is insisting she's being kept behind bars because she's a woman, movie monster Harvey Weinstein had no qualms forcing gals to have sex but now he's whining like a two-year-old that his trial was unfair and is demanding a new one

Page 17: Caged creep Bill Cosby shamelessly insists his sex predator trial was rigged as he desperately tries to overturn his 2018 conviction for drugging and sexually assaulting a woman more than 17 years ago, billionaire pedophile Jeffrey Epstein negotiated a sweetheart deal in 2008 for sex trafficking kids by pleading guilty to two felony prostitution charges in return for a slap-on-the-wrist 18-month sentence

Page 19: 10 Things You Don't Know About Dominic Purcell

* Former boy bander Lance Bass is ready to break open America's biggest gay nightclub -- Lance has signed the lease on a huge West Hollywood space in a district commonly known as Boystown and it is across the street from a restaurant where the NSYNC alum is a partner and a website announced the California venue will open later this year as the biggest gay nightclub in the U.S.A.

* Jada Pinkett Smith and her daughter Willow Smith have something in common: they've both been sexually attracted to women -- the duo dropped the bombshell during their online Red Table Talk show, when Jada, the wife of Will Smith, said she's swooned a lot over ladies in the past and Willow piped up she's had her fair share of swooning as well

Page 20: True Crime

Page 23: The Wheel of Fortune fandom revolted after a nitpicky rule prevented a contestant from winning big bucks -- David Pederson correctly answered Soul, Flounder, Cod and Catfish, but host Pat Sajak nixed it because of the word "and," which is not allowed under the game's crossword puzzle format and the next contestant correctly solved the puzzle, triggering an avalanche of complaints

* Dumped by wife Kim Kardashian, desperate Kanye West is plotting to steal Jennifer Lopez -- the 43-year-old rapper has secretly lusted after 51-year-old J.Lo for years, even during his seven-year marriage to Kim and now with his marriage on the rocks and Alex Rodriguez and Jennifer over, Kanye is ready to pounce because he wants the world to see he's still a big catch for the right high-profile girl and dating Jennifer would check all the boxes, especially as he's had a serious crush on her that goes way back -- while the pairing seems like a long shot, Kanye is already bragging about their secret connection and he and Jennifer have rubbed shoulders at numerous events in the past and share a string of mutual friends and Kanye thinks of Jennifer as a classy version of Kim

Page 24: Special Report: Me Too Movement Clobbers Boys' Club -- $5.5 million down the drain as careers go up in flames -- rich and powerful men suffered stinging setbacks sparked by the Me Too Movement, losing an estimated $5.5 billion and seeing their careers crater after being accused of forcing their twisted sexual cravings on helpless girls and women -- New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo is caught in the middle of the latest brouhaha over bad behavior, celebrity chef Mario Batali was riding high before four female accusers took him down for sexual misconduct in 2017

Page 25: Fashion mogul Peter Nygard is charged with forcing girls as young as 14 into sex or pimping them to pals after luring them with promises of a fashion career at his $900 million company, movie director Brett Ratner is making a comeback after being clobbered with claims of sexual harassment and misconduct by six women including actress Olivia Munn in 2017, Guess fashion co-founder Paul Marciano was smacked with sexual assault and misconduct accusations in 2017 and made a $500,000 settlement with five women, conservative newsman Bill O'Reilly left FOX News' top-rated The O'Reilly Factor in 2017 after leaked reports revealed the network secretly settled five sexual harassment lawsuits on his behalf and one was for a whopping $32 million

Page 27: SNL comic Pete Davidson has finally moved out of his mom's basement at age 27 -- the string-bean Romeo romanced a host of hotties, like Cazzie David, Margaret Qualley, Kate Beckinsale, Kaia Gerber and Ariana Grande, while crashing in the basement of the $1.3 million Staten Island home he shared with his mother Amy -- he previously described his boy cave, saying he has a basement that's his that's like an apartment, so he lives underneath her -- the move is probably applauded by his current girlfriend Phoebe Dynevor, the star of Bridgerton

* Superstar quarterback Aaron Rodgers isn't just thrilled to be a trial host on Jeopardy!, he's already looking to score the late Alex Trebek's gig full-time -- the Green Bay Packers QB has been a longtime fan of the quiz show and displayed the smarts he gained at academic powerhouse Cal-Berkeley by winning the 2015 Celebrity Jeopardy! by beating out Shark Tank's Kevin O'Leary and U.S. Senator Mark Kelly -- behind the scenes, Aaron says to pretty much anybody who will listen that he really wants the permanent job and he's confident the audience will love him and the contestants on the show will respond to him and the buzz word inside Sony Studios is the 37-year-old passer is more in the running than people think and his main competition is Mike Richards, the show's producer, who's determined to transition into the host role but Sony will have the final say but when it comes to having a famous name, and one associated with sportsmanship, Aaron has the edge and his team is campaigning hard to get the job on a permanent basis -- Sony bigwigs are expected to name a permanent host in August -- meanwhile, Aaron and his fiancee Shailene Woodley spend nights watching Jeopardy! and other quiz shows and they've both watched game shows since they were kids, which makes them kind of perfect for each other and Aaron has Shailene's full support and she's hoping he gets the full-time gig too, so she can hang out backstage

Page 28: Health Report

Page 30: Daryl Hannah's marriage to Neil Young has hit a rocky patch, because she's still mooning over ex-lover John F. Kennedy Jr. more than two decades after his death -- Daryl's obsession over the dashing son of President John F. Kennedy has been a thorn in Neil's side for some time and it's been the elephant in the room from the beginning and Neil's had just about all he can take but Daryl's still mourning John's passing and confides that he was the one that got away and she has scrapbooks of her time with him and often spends hours poring over them, remembering the good times they had and she mentions every birthday, every anniversary and never hesitates to tell their friends what a charming man he was -- sometimes Neil feels like there are three people in this marriage and he is close to giving Daryl an ultimatum to end her obsession with the past or get gone -- Daryl and John began seeing each other in 1988 when she was still with Jackson Browne and John was hooked up with girlfriend Christina Haag and in 1992, John flew to Daryl's rescue after her ugly split with Browne but four months after his mom Jackie Kennedy Onassis died in 1994, JFK Jr. dumped Daryl because she was too self-absorbed -- JFK Jr. died in a plane crash with wife Carolyn Bessette and her sister Lauren in 1999 -- Daryl wed Neil in 2018 after dating for four years and Daryl insists she loves her life with Neil and they have so much in common, but not a week goes by that she doesn't think of John and what a great guy he was, but she should learn to stifle it if she wants to keep her husband happy

Page 32: Grey's Anatomy has made star Ellen Pompeo filthy rich, but the TV doc wants more -- Ellen, who's played Dr. Meredith Gray since 2005, is angling for another fat payday to stay with the hospital drama, even though ratings are plunging and if she's to sign for two more years, Ellen wants a raise from her current $20 million to $25 million per year and her team isn't budging as they negotiate with Disney/ABC and it's going down to the wire because to renew the show and bring back all the actors, they really need Ellen's deal to be done and it's been a very drawn-out negotiation with everybody threatening to walk if they don't get what they want and Ellen is a tough negotiator and that's what made her TV's highest-paid actress -- Grey's Anatomy's ratings have dropped to their lowest point ever during the current 17th season and producers don't think they'll bounce back without Ellen because Ellen's generated a lot of press for the series this year and was an industry leader in helping TV dramas get back to work amid COVID-19 and besides that, she was instrumental in luring former cast members like T.R. Knight and Patrick Dempsey back for guest appearances and it's hard to put a price tag on that, but Ellen is willing to commit to two or three more years if they meet her price -- the bosses have a shot at getting to the 20-season mark if they show Ellen the money

Page 36: L.A. Sheriff Alex Villanueva's refusal to reveal the cause of Tiger Woods' crippling car crash has triggered outrage and cries of a new cover-up -- almost immediately after Tiger blew a curve and drove his SUV straight off a California highway, Villanueva ruled the incident was an accident, without any drug tests for the golf legend, who is a recovering addict, then the lawman declared he knows why Tiger crashed, but won't reveal it, saying there's some privacy issues on releasing information on the investigation and he'll only do a full release on all the information regarding the accident if Tiger waives the privacy and he also added he still considers the wreck purely an accident, saying you either have an accident or you have a deliberate act and this was an accident

Page 38: Mixed martial arts fans are used to brutality and blood, but even they were left trying to hold down their dinners when middleweight fighter Khetag Pliev's finger was ripped off as he battled in the cage -- Pliev shockingly lost his left ring finger while struggling with Devin Goodale at the Cage Fury Fighting Championships in Philadelphia -- Pliev said in the second round, he caught his glove with one hand and held it and he felt his finger snap and he kept pulling his glove and his finger snapped and they kept fighting and when the second round was finished, he saw his bone was out in the open and he wanted to keep fighting, but the doctor saw and stopped the fight -- at that point, a huge search was launched for the missing digit and it was found in Khetag's glove -- his opponent was awarded a TKO, and Khetag went to the hospital where the finger was reattached -- Khetag says he still intends to contest the decision, claiming his opponent illegally grabbed and held onto his glove

Page 40: Straight Talk -- Lori Loughlin's daughter is getting slammed for her selfish attitude, because even after her guilty, fat-cat parents were thrown in the slammer in the college admissions bribery scandal, she still just doesn't get it -- spoiled Olivia Jade Giannulli has been whining on social media about having a hard time over being publicly shamed after her rich ma and pa agreed to fork over $500,000 in bribes to a fixer to get her and sister Isabella Rose into the University of Southern California as crew team recruits

Page 44: Lily Allen lied about having a hip replacement to avoid fessing up about getting liposuction to reduce her caboose and she admitted to the fib on Instagram saying she had lipo on her bum many years ago but when her boyfriend at the time asked about her scars, she said she was so embarrassed so she said it was from a hip replacement

* William Shatner confesses to smoking pot, saying there was a time that he smoked weed when he'd go to a party but he hasn't done it in quite a while and he doesn't know why, because he's all for it -- he does use CBD oil spray from cannabis plants, saying it's magical the way it makes his aches and pains vanish

Page 45: Priscilla Presley is still feuding with daughter Lisa Marie Presley over her romance with Michael Jackson, 27 years after Lisa Marie wed the King of Pop behind her mom's back -- furious Priscilla believes Michael began grooming Lisa Marie when she was 16 because he had a twisted obsession with her father Elvis -- a decade after the three met for dinner, Michael secretly whisked 26-year-old Lisa Marie off to the Dominican Republic for a quickie wedding in 1994, just 20 days after her divorce from first husband Danny Keough -- the bizarre courtship began in 1984 when Michael called out of the blue and invited Priscilla and Lisa Marie to dinner and Priscilla thought it was strange that a 25-year-old man was interested in a 16-year-old girl and she felt her daughter was being manipulated -- four years later, Lisa Marie tied the knot with musician Keough in a secret Scientology ceremony, also not telling her disapproving mom and Lisa didn't want trouble on her big day, so she decided not to invite her mother, but just hours before the ceremony she had a change of heart and invited her and Priscilla was not happy, but she rushed over and she warned her daughter never to do anything like that to her again -- six years later, Lisa Marie divorced Danny and Michael moved in, whisking her to the altar without her mom knowing and Priscilla recalls someone came in and said Lisa Marie got married to Michael Jackson and she said that Lisa Marie wouldn't do that to her, but sure enough it was on the news -- at the time, Michael was battling drugs and charges he molested a 13-year-old boy and Lisa Marie divorced him less than two years later, but her mom was deeply wounded and it broke her heart

* Sharon Stone is flying blind in Hollywood after her agent dropped her, and she may quit acting for good -- Sharon reveals she's been let go by her talent agent, saying she's really hard to cast and there aren't roles for people her age and she's somewhat difficult and she claims she may not find a new agent and her career is over

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