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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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I'm loving your little mix works so much I wanted to request something if you're not too busy idk if you've seen the interview where perrie says that alex went to rehearsals with her because she couldn't get choreographies right and he would help her well what if tom did the same for reader??? and Jesy is soft for them but she won't admit it

Hi lovey! Thank you so much for the request! I added a little twist to it, but it’s still the same concept you wanted. AND YES, JESY LOVES THEM TOGETHER SHE JUST DOESN’T WANT TO ADMIT IT. I hope you like it, happy reading!💜✨

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Patience

I hope you enjoy this! I honestly had so much fun rewatching Break Up Song over and over again to get the little dance they do in the chorus, it’s stuck in my head lol. That’s basically the dance the reader is trying to do, if you want to see the dance it’s somewhere towards the end of the Break Up Song video!

You watched the video your choreographer sent to you and the girls. You watched it over and over again, taking a moment to study the moves before getting up from the bed and doing them yourself. The video was a little dance Kayleigh, your choreographer, created for the Break Up Song music video. Since the pandemic was still in full affect and everyone was still on lockdown, shooting a music video at a studio was an absolute no go. As much as it sadden you and the girls that you couldn’t film your original vision for the video, your health and the crew’s health meant the most to all of you at the moment. Instead of not filming a music video at all, you and the girls have decided that it would be fun to shoot the video on your own at your own homes.

Which brings you to today. You were in your room, that you shared with Tom, trying to learn the choreography. Honestly, it wasn’t that hard of a dance, it was quite simple. The video Kayleigh sent you all was probably less than a minute. The dance was supposed to be done during the chorus, the rest of the song would be freestyle or clips of you all doing some nonsense for fun.

Your brows furrowed together, eyes glaring at your phone screen while you tried to figure out how to sway your arms and circle them to make them cross. Like Perrie, it took you a while to learn choreography. Unlike the other three, you and Perrie took extra time studying the dancers and had extra sessions at the studio to get the choreography down. Though it was sometimes frustrating, the end result was always worth it.

You cursed to yourself as the video ended for the twentieth time. You tried repeating the steps, watching yourself in the mirror, but it just wasn’t coming out right. You felt your body growing hot as you became upset at yourself for not understanding a few simple steps. You thought learning through a video would be easier, but no, it’s more difficult for you. There was no guidance from Kayleigh, she wasn’t there to tell you what you were doing wrong or what you were doing right. You just felt lost and confused.

Groaning, you snatch your phone from the table and throw yourself onto your bed. You take Tom’s pillow, hugging it as you lay on your stomach. You shove your face into his pillow, the smell of him with a mix of his shampoo bringing you some kind of solace from your frustration.

(Y/n)🌺: Girls, do we really need to have a dance in the video?

Perrie🦋: Yeah I agree. Do we REALLY need one?

Jesy💖: Don’t tell me you guys can’t get that?

Do you not get it?

Leigh-Anne😻: Huns, it’s like learning a TikTok dance

Jade💜: It’s so easy! Girls, it’s like 30 secs of the video. We always have a dance choreo in our videos!

(Y/n)🌺: But we��re bad at dancing🥺

Perrie🦋: You all know how hard it is for me and (y/n) to pick up choreography:(

Jesy💖: (y/n), isn’t Tom a dancer?

(Y/n)🌺: He used to do ballet and he was in Billy Elliot, he won’t shut up about it.

Why?

Jesy💖: Ask twinkle toes to help you, he might be able to teach you.

If he can teach you how to spoil things, he can teach you how to dance👌🏽

Jade💜: ^^^ she’s got a point

Leigh-Anne😻: Omg Tom did ballet?

Jesy💖: Lmao what a loser

(Y/n)🌺: That’s actually a good idea, I’ll go bother him rn:))

Perrie🦋: Right I’m glad (y/n) has a way to learn the dance but what about me? I live with a football player🙁

Turning your phone off, you hop out of bed and skip your way out of the bedroom. You walk around the house looking for Tom, but instead bump into Harrison and Tuwaine.

“Boys, where’s Thomas?” You ask them, stealing one of the chips Harrison was eating. With a playful glare, he softly smacks your hand. You cheekily grin at him as you eat the chip.

“He’s outside with Harry, they’re cleaning the patio.” Tuwaine answers. Harrison snorts, “And doing a shit job at it.” You quickly thank them and pull on the glass sliding doors to get to the backyard. You see Harry with one of those power hoses spraying dirt off the concrete as Tom stood to the side filming him. You wait for him to end his video before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I thought you were supposed to be cleaning with Harry?” You ask him, earning Harry’s attention.

“You know what (y/n), that’s exactly what I said!” Harry answered sarcasticly, spraying the hose dangerously close to Tom’s feet. Your boyfriend yelps, turning around to scoop you in his arms and move you both away from Harry and the hose.

“You dick!” He hissed at his brother. Harry chuckles satisfied at riling up his brother. He turns around and returns to his task at hand.

Tom puts you down on your feet though his hands remain at your hips. You look up at him, admiring the way his eyes and hair give off a sweet honey color in the sun.

“What’s up bub? Have you got the dance down yet?” He asks, thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips. Your face contorts together, nose scrunched up in irritation at the mention of the dance. Tom notices your change in expression and pouts at you.

“I’m gonna take that as a no?” You sigh, leaning into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. Picking up on your exasperation, he pulls you in closer and places his palm on your back rubbing soothing circles onto it.

“I don’t know why I can’t just get it. It’s so bloody simple and I just can’t do it. Why am I like this?” You ramble, beating your head against his shoulder with every word. Tom makes a sound of disagreement as he gently pulls you away from his shoulder.

Before he can speak he presses multiple kisses onto your forehead making you giggle, “There’s nothing wrong with you, darling. It just takes you a little bit longer to properly learn choreography, there’s nothing wrong with that! You’re an excellent dancer in my eyes.”

You fondly roll your eyes at him, always one for the sweet talk, “You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

“No, I’ve seen you dance before (y/n), you’re actually good.” His eyes quickly rake over your body, “But as your boyfriend, I think you look extremely hot when you dance. Especially in those little costumes you wear during tour.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing a light kiss on his lips. “Hmmm, ok. Well, then as my boyfriend, will you help me learn the dance?” You try to soften him up with some puppy eyes and a smile that made the corner of your lips squish up to your cheeks.

Without any hesitation, he agrees, not thinking of how difficult it would be to actually teach you the dance.

~⏰~

Hours pass and Tom was slowly losing his shit. He loves you, absolutely adores you, like nothing in the world will ever make him stop loving you. But trying to teach you simple choreography was making him loose his mind.

Tom stares blankly at the floor, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. You stood a few feet away from him, cringing to yourself as you watched your boyfriend regain his patience with you.

“I love you.” You squeaked out sinking into your shoulders. Tom sighs and takes his head out his hands to look at you tiredly. He drags himself off the bed and stands in front of you. He cups your face in his hand, squishing it gently and playfully growls at you.

“Darling, I love you too.” He affirms with a fond smile. He lets out a breath before resting his forehead onto yours, “I just—why can’t you get it? I don’t understand.”

You pout at him and huff, “It’s not that easy, it’s really hard!” You and him had been practicing for a while now. For the first few minutes, Tom watched the video a number of times until he finally got the steps memorized. Then he took an hour of breaking down each step for you while you stood beside him repeating his moves. When he asked you to do it all together, all the steps you’ve rehearsed went out the window. Which lead to Tom breaking down the steps for you once again and so on.

“Baby, I did everything I can. I’ve done it really slow and explained each step to you.” He reasoned. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“But it’s hard Tommy!” You defended yourself, almost on the verge of crying because you still couldn’t comprehend the steps. Though you were probably overreacting, your whole day had been full of frustration; you were tired and mad at yourself for not understanding something so simple and now it was all coming together to make you explode.

“(Y/n), it’s like only ten to nine steps, you could do it.” Tom tried to encourage you. You groaned and pull yourself away from him. You plop yourself down to the bed, face smushed right into the pillows.

“I’m hopeless.” You said into the pillow, though it might have came out muffled for Tom. Tom frowned at your figure on the bed. He was upset at two things. One, he hated seeing you so frustrated with yourself. He just wanted to wrap you up in hugs and tell you that he was proud of you for trying your best. Two, he was mad at himself for kind of loosing his temper with you. You asked him for help and he did do that but he could have been a bit more patient. He knew you weren’t that good with rehearsing choreography so he should have expected the process to take a little bit slower.

“(Y/n), it’s swing, swing, round, swing, what’s so hard to understand?” Tom swung his arms like how Kayleigh did in the video, though his motions were quite harsh and sharp.

“I don’t know! I can’t swing my arms properly.” You complained, repeating his steps, your arms moving loosely.

“It’s just swinging your arms! There’s nothing hard about swinging your arms!” He exploded, throwing his arms in the air. An almost crazed look was in his eyes as he gripped onto the roots of his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut he took a breath in, “I need a break.”

Guilt filled him as he heard a sniff come from the pillow. Tom was immediately by your side trying to get you to look at him. “Darling, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

He sees you move your face so he can hear you properly, “No, it’s okay, you were just expressing how you feel. It’s my fault I can’t comprehend simple choreograph.”

Tom sighs, shifting so he’s laying against you, head resting on the same pillow as yours while he waits for you to look at him again. One hand supports his head and the other rubs circles onto your back. He feels you relax under his touch making him pull you closer because he felt like you needed the comfort. You were trying your best, he knew you were. In fact, he even saw you getting some of the steps correct, you just instantly doubted yourself.

“No, I should’ve remembered that it takes a few times for you to memorize choreography. I should’ve been more patient.” He began. “And you came to me for help and I did nothing but make you even more upset, I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your head rises from the pillow, Tom softly chuckles at the strands of hair that covered your face.

“Don’t say that, you did a great job at helping me, I’m just—stupid.” You shrug nonchalantly. Tom rolls his eyes, brushing the strands of hair that covered your face behind your ear. “Now that’s stupid, you’re one of the smartest girls I know.”

You snort shoving his hand away from you, “You said I was an excellent dancer and look at where that got us.”

“You are an excellent dancer, love. You just doubt yourself.” He gets up from the bed and holds his hand out for you. “Let’s try again?”

You glance at him then at his hand before finally giving in. You grasp his hand, using it as leverage to help yourself off the bed. Tom smiles proudly at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “That’s my girl.”

~⏰~

Since standing beside each other was not doing the trick, Tom decided that he would try standing behind you. With your back against his chest, he outstretched his hands to hold onto your arms and guide them.

“Right, so we’re swinging this way, that way, then we go around and swing again.” Tom explained as he puppets your arms in those directions. You stare at yourself in the mirror and repeat Tom’s words to yourself. Tom glances at you from your shoulder, where his chin rested, seeing the gears shifting in your brain.

“Ok, we swing twice, then go around once, and swing again.”

Tom hums at you in response, “Yeah, you’ve got that part down.” He takes your left arm and brings it to your right shoulder, then your right arm to your left shoulder.

“After the swing we go chest, chest, so that it makes an x.” Tom continues to explain. You nod along, making mental notes to yourself. Suddenly, you jump, taking Tom by surprise.

“What happened?”

“I know the next move!” You beamed, shaking your arms from his grip and forming a heart with them. “After the X, we make a heart, and then it’s that shimmy thing.”

The grin on Tom’s face made the corners of his eyes crinkle and made his pearly whites twinkle at you, “Yeah, that’s right! Can you show me the stuff we’ve rehearsed so far?”

You purse your lips at yourself in the mirror, going over the mental notes you took in your head. The opening steps involved a little skipping in place while you punched the air three times; two punches on the left and one on the right. Then that would lead into the swinging, then the chests that make an X, the heart and shimmy.

“You remember darling, don’t doubt yourself.” He motivates you.

You jump around your spot and shake your limbs out, “Alright, I think I’m good.”

“Go for it, love.” Tom nods at you as he stands to the side with his hands on his hips, almost like a dance instructor or some teacher.

“I’m gonna sing the lyrics out, it helps.” You comment. Tom waves you off, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“So it’s—so tonight I’ll sing another,” You skip and do the punches.

“Another break up song,” You transition into the arm’s choreography, swinging them and going around once. You jump so your legs are together and do the X with your arms over you chest. You make the heart and do the shimmies, squealing excitedly when you finally get all the steps done correctly.

“I DID IT!” You happily yell jumping into Tom’s arms. He catches you right on time with just as much cheerfulness as you.

“I KNOW, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” He cheers making you both jump in celebration. You hug him tightly, continuously thanking him. Without Tom, you probably would’ve never learned the dance properly and would have given up the moment you felt like it. But thankfully, you had a loving boyfriend who never gave up on you. No matter how much you drove him mad.

“Seriously Tom, thank you for helping me. You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.” You tell him once he places you back on the ground.

“It’s no trouble, especially for you, I’d do anything for you.” He grins pecking your lips. You hum against his soft lips pulling him back in to meet yours again.

“Let’s just hope I can still remember this till tomorrow.”

Tom chuckles against your lips, “Darling we aren’t even done yet, that was just the first bit.” You pull away from him, mouth agape, “Wait there’s more?”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagines #tom holland one shot #tom holland headcanon #tom holland fanfiction #little mix #ally’s request #jade thirlwall #perrie edwards #leigh anne pinnock #jesy nelson

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chat-noir-always-here · 4 years ago

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I Rewatch Miraculous—Timebreaker

Three long posts and one Miraculous edit later i return to making posts like these as a way to vent my carefully contained depression, the result of drawn out isolation caused by two of my roommates getting positive Covid-19 test results.

Oh yes, and this post includes screenshots from the eng sub/french dub episodes, subbed and translated by the good people at Miraculous subs on tumblr.

Anyway, GO!

The number of times i mistake this episode for Timetagger due to their names alone. Also both of the episodes focused on Alix’s watch and its importance involve some form of time travel.

Marinette’s parents are celebrating their twentieth anniversary during their only child’s thirteenth year. Meaning they waited seven years to have a baby after getting married. That's quite a wait—were they busy getting their bakery set up?

Still mad the “Alix’s dad is hawk moth and Gabriel is just a red herring” theory was canonically debunked. It’s just so OBVIOUS that hawk moth is Gabriel you figure it out on the first episode. That’s like if Snape really were the one after the sorcerers/philosophers stone.

Don't knock family heirlooms, Alix! At least a pocket watch is somewhat practical even in our modern age. My family heirloom is a hideous glass pig cookie jar. Its in actual pieces and my mom wont let me throw it out because its a “family heirloom.” You mean to tell me i have to pass this hideous thing down to my kids? Nah. Im not doing that. My big brother is the eldest he cant take care of it 😏😏😏

So do you want to deliver the banner because you promised your friends? Or because you want to see Adrien Either way it’s not a good idea to leave your house when your parents are placing their trust in you to help them with a job.

Yeaaaaaaah.... i hate to disagree Adrien, but that banner really isn't that impressive.

Really Mari’s designs aren't that great in my opinion. Of everything she’s made i really only like the feather hat

the dress from the Miraculous Awakening spoilers

and her parents’ bakery logo.

Oh and her little handbag. She mentioned in one of the webisodes she made it herself.

What exactly has kim made you kiddos do?

“Gotta be careful! Even if you are amazing. At holding things! In your hands!” Marinette, there are some comments that should be placed on the back burner for now and saved for your wedding night. Once again the english dub has made it possible for me to crack yet another suggestive joke. For the record, in the French version she just says he’s “--ly reliable! Amazingly reliable!”

“Adrikins!!! Watcha got there? Some super old case or something?” Im sorry, Chloe, but are you implying you dont know where Adrien got that when you literally watched Alix give that to Alya?

Adrien’s disgusted face when Chloe insults Alix. I love this boy.

Didn’t Marinette state during Queen Wasp that a Miraculous is practically indestructible to the point that Chat Noir had to break Chloe’s with his cataclysm? And yet Alix just broke it by... skating over it.

Then it was broken a second time by someone... dropping it...

im gonna go out on a limb here and say they just randomly decided to make Alix’s watch a miraculous later on for the sake of having a couple more time travel episodes.

And Nadja is early. Of course she is! THAT WAS ALWAYS A POSSIBILITY MARINETTE!

Adrien being a good boy and telling everyone to run🥰🥰🥰

Rose did you not just see Timebreaker freeze Kim? Don’t grab her hand.

Timebreaker’s superpower is to convert human life force into minutes, and how many minutes she has is how many she gets to go back in time. There's also a gauge on her skates so the amount of time she can go back is preordained. A regular human life doesn’t earn her much but she sucks up a whole six minutes from Chat Noir, who is empowered with one of the strongest Miraculous in existence.Timebreaker’s power is actually kind of cool. Too bad she literally looks like a fly and that just kinda grosses me out.

This moment here

He went from “Oh shit!!!” to “Yeah I’m feeeeeline~” in like 0.2 seconds pffft

The minute I started falling HARD for the love square.

Chat Noir right after Timebreaker pulls her hand away

And how he appears literally thirty milliseconds later

Which is why she puts her arms around him.

Because she can feel how fast he’s fading.

Timebreaker: openly mocks CN’s death.

Cue the Kill Bill music

Meanwhile in LB’s head:

Me too! I WANT TO END HAWKMOTH TOO.

Timebreaker: tries to touch Chat Noir, who just died for Ladybug—not for the last time

LB:

“Who are you?!” Mari you know how fucking screwed you be if that were not Future You but another akuma victim??? Like they could easily take you out and then where would we be?

“How do i get myself into these crazy situations?” You are a superhero at war with a psychopath. That’s how.

“Two ladybugs? I’m in Heaven!” Ahem what exactly goes on in this fictional heaven of yours, kitty??? (he’s a fourteen year old boy and he’s not half as innocent as everyone believes him to be. Why am i even asking?)

This isn’t Full House. There's no need to include an IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON at the end of every episode

What is it about this scene that is so unsettling? It’s like... they’re trying to imply Tom knows Mari is ladybug or something even though that’s clearly not true at this point.

And there you have it! One of ny fave episodes from s1 and its mostly time travel hijinks—something i developed a strong hatred of in Kingdom Hearts has been somewhat redeemed in Miraculous. Who woulda thought it?

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #adriennette #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #love square #chat noir #adrien #marinette #timebreaker #long post

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heteroromanticbinsual · 4 years ago

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Changbin Falling For You

My First Imagine

- Fluff, Romance, Angst, (tried to remain gender neutral)

Setting: During COVID19 Pandemic, Professor and Changbin (not a student teacher relationship tho)

*I’m so sorry for the wait. I really struggled with their encounter since I dont have a lot of dating experience (only had 1 partner). But I tried my best to make it seem realistic*

PART 4

Changbin read your caption and swooned over how wonderfully you portrayed the encounter.

He went through your feed and watched all the clips from your teaching sessions. By the twentieth video, he wasn’t listening to what you were saying anymore. He was listening to your voice, how it echoed throughout the room, how you dragged your last syllables when you were being affectionate with your students, how your pitch rose when others were actively engaging, how your words melted into each other and how each sentence slowly turned into music.

The next morning, when Han woke Changbin up, he found Changbin asleep with your lectures still playing. Witty Han decided to pull a prank and played your lecture in the big room and woke Changbin up. Hearing a familiar voice, Changbin woke up, cheeks puffy and eyes still sleepy. “Is that one your guys friend? I feel like I’ve met them before,” he sleepily said.

“Yeah that’s my friend that we met at the convenience store. Don’t you remember,” Han sarcastically said. Changbin none the wiser, asked what friend and continued to the sofa where he would slumber some more. But as soon as he laid down, he stood straight up and realized what Han was talking about.

“Is that Y/N?,” he asked shockingly.

Everyone laughed but Changbin’s first reaction was to ask where they had found this video. Han shared a photo of what he saw that morning and Changbin became a bashful kid. He screamed in retaliation and tried to turn off the tv, only to be met with the other members wresting him. He screamed for them to turn it off but they were having so much fun laughing as Changbin struggled. Seungmin, the only one unbothered, wanted to calm everyone down and turned the tv off. Everyone sighed in disappointment and stopped play fighting with Changbin. Bang Chan called out for them to stop and for them all to quickly begin making breakfast because they had a loaded schedule ahead of them.

That was the start to their busy month. For the next couple of that week, they worked hard to complete their activities for STAYs to enjoy, only occasionally cracking inside jokes about you to Changbin. Every joke, even small, made Changbin stop in his track and blush though. He pretended he didn’t know what they were referring to and simply laughed while scratching his head. Eventually, they ran out of jokes to make (since their encounter with you was so short) and stopped.

But this didn’t stop Changbin from being reminded of you. He rewatched many of your videos but found that he really just wanted to interact with you again. This time around, Changbin was determined to run into you again. He tried to frequent the convenience store every night, whenever possible, but often found the store front without you. He continued coming for about two weeks, making the excuse that he was exercising even though the members already knew why. But no luck of seeing you.

Scene: Convenience Store

Until one night, when Changbin went really late after almost forgetting his mission. As he approached the store, the front was again empty and he was feeling defeated. He decided maybe it was best to stop trying and went inside to buy something for the last time. He softly went to get himself some chocolate milk and was about to pay for his items, when someone else handed the cashier their drink.

“Please scan his drink too,” that person said. Changbin looked up and it was you. You smiled softly at him, paid for both the drinks and grabbed them. You walked out to a table out front and Changbin continued to stare in confusion.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?” you casually asked him.

Changbin quickly collected him and sat next to you. For the first few moments, he remained silent as you handed him his drink and sipped on your tea. You casually looked over to him and asked if he was going to drink his drink. He answered with a soft “oh” and started to open his drink when you placed your cup down and took in a soft but deep breath.

You looked down at your watch and saw that it read “11:11PM” and quickly told Changbin, “Quick, make a wish it’s 11:11.” You squinted your eyes, held your hands tightly to your chin and made a wish. Changbin slowly copied your gesture but ended up just looking at you as your nose crinkled and eyebrows twitched. But as soon as he saw you put your hands down, he closed his eyes and pretended that he made a wish. He squinted like his life depended on it and you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. He opened one of his eyes and looked to see what you were laughing at.

“Don’t laugh,” he shyly said. This made you blush more and you just ended up staring into the street. Changbin fixed his posture, and sipped on his drink. With the awkward silence looming, you gathered all your courage again and decided to start the conversation.

“Let’s try again.. okkay. I’m Y/N and it’s nice to meet you,” you started. Changbin let out a small giggle and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Changbin. It’s nice.. to meet you.. too,” he answered. You responded back and told him you were a big fan, to which he thanked you. You didn’t know what to say after that so you quickly thought of games you used to play back home. You decided on “21 questions.”

“Let’s play 21 questions, okkayy. We each take turn asking and answering questions okay,” you told him. Changbin was intrigued by this foreign game and agreed.

“I’ll start okay.... Uhm.... Oh I know, Do you put you put on one sock, one shoe, and then the next sock and shoe or do you put both sock and then shoes?” you asked seriously. Changbin immediately started giggling at your silly questions. You smiled while asking why he was laughing. You really wanted to know.

“I put both socks on and then my shoes,” he answered, still laughing. You nodded in approval and then told him it was his turn.

“Who is your Bias in Stray Kids?”

“Hyunjin-ie” you blurted. Changbin’s face turned disappointed and you quickly said “I’m just kidding kekeke... It’s Changbin-ie. His rap and face are perfect.” This made Changbin blush and giggle.

“If there was a zombie apocalypse, who would you eat first and why? Your mom or your dad?”

You two continued your questions long into the night. Your questions kept being silly and Changbin’s were more relatable to both of you. By the last question, you both were having so much fun, neither realized how long you had been out. All that could be heard was laughter and wheezing. This was the most fun either of you had had in a while and did not want the night to end. But the next work day was rolling around the corner and you needed your rest.

“I had so much fun playing this game with you Changbin. May we meet here again?” you bravely asked. He answered back that he couldn’t make any promises because they would be busy again and that he would try his best. So, you suggested on a day sometime in the future and gave him your email.

“Let me know if you can make it or of a better day okkay.” you added. You both waved while saying goodbye and went home.

With the start of a comeback, Changbin was only able to email you that he would be too busy to meet you on the day you suggested. He said he would follow up once he was not longer busy. Almost a whole month passed by and did not email. You weren’t disappointed though, because you knew he was busily promoting. So you didn’t email him and just supported him like a fan. You bought their album, voted for them and streamed their music. All was good with teaching and silently supporting him, when you received an email with the greatest news ever!! You had won an opportunity to attend a video call event with Stray Kids!

Scene: Video Call Event

Changbin had such a busy day and was overwhelmed by such a tight schedule. He had no time for himself and felt disappointed that everything needed all of his investment and attention but couldn’t give his all. Nothing seemed to go as plan and he was now stressing and anxious about nothing and everything. He knew he had a fan event later and all the chaos to get him looking the part and being mentally prepared was overwhelming. He went to the washroom to cry for a moment and came back.

Once the first fan call started, he felt drained. He wasn’t feeling excited as of late but didn’t want to make fans feel bad so he tried extra hard to be cheerful and cute. He joked with them, made silly faces, comforted them and made all their calls worth whiled. But, Changbin was feeling incredibly drained now. He didn’t know how he would make it through the next call. He quickly slapped himself awake and forced a smile. As soon as he heard the call ring though, he grew exhausted. But he only had one more call so he kept it in.

“Hellooooooooo,” he exclaimed when the fan picked up the call.

“Helloooooo....” you shyly said, coming out from the corner. “It’s nice to meet you again.... How have you been?” you asked. Just saying that made you feel so shy, so you quickly covered your mouth and softly giggled.

“Youre my last call for the day and my favorite. this night is ending swell.” you continued. But he did respond.

“You must be very tired....” you said realizing how late it was and how blank his face looked. You could tell that he had a rather long day because his eyes were a but more red. So your excitement changed from one of a young adoring fan to a caring and nurturing friend. Not wanting him to force a smile or speak when he didn’t need to, you asked him if he could just listen while you just shared about yourself so he could rest. He wasn’t actually listening to what you were saying, so it took him a moment to respond. When he realized what was said he softly nodded his head. Only after looking at you did he realize who you were. He immediately became so embarrassed and nervous that his legs shook uncontrollably and the table started to shake. He began smiling and giggling.

You quickly decided you would share just make up an acrostic poem with his name. You hoped to lighten the mood as well as make it interesting. So you pondered for a moment to come up with something sweet and when you were ready, you clapped your hands.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Seo”

“So when are you going to apologize for crashing into me?.... Remember?.... When you fell from heaven and thought you landed on a stump?”

“Chang”

“Chang Bin ah, I’m just kidding. You didn’t fall from heaven. God just threw you away because he was tired of competing with a more handsome God.”

“Bin”

“Bin (Been) a bit since I’ve been in Heaven. Do you think you can take me there again?“

You immediately covered your face, feeling completely embarrassed from being so soft and Changbin let out a soft, high-pitched giggle. Just then, the ringer went off and your call was coming to an end. You quickly said your goodbye and waved uncontrollably. Changbin waved back but didn’t realize that the call was ending, until he registered your goodbye. He was shocked and the video ended. Your last image of him was of a shocked lost child and you were so happy that you helped distract him.

END OF PART 4

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sleeplessandstubborn · 4 years ago

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Emily in Paris episode 3 or it’s still more accurate than American media recent coverture on France.

Ah, I had to write that title. And I am not even talking about American Twitter. But yeah. Feel better. Somewhat I have the impression that this is going to substitute the still a better love story than Twilight in my mind. But, I’m sorry, Stephenie Meyer, I am not here for that but to make a belated, totally improvised, not at all completely planned recap of Episode 3 of Emily in Paris, your favourite Instagram version of the French capital.

So episode 3 starts with our heroine running, as she usually does every morning. Why this Paris is more empty than the town where I live which has like 25,000 inhabitants? So many questions about where did people go. The case is her boss in Chicago calls. Yes, the one who speaks French and should be now best friends with Sylvie but it’s stuck in Chicago with her pregnancy.

I know, Madeline, I know. It would be frustrating for me too that the main trait of my personality was I’m pregnant and on my bed. They both exchange about how now that Doug dumped her Emily’s life is full of croissants and sex, when actually is about sex. Also Emily meets street furniture. As does Madeline, too. I guess that’s not the kind of idea she had of meeting French men. Thanks Anne! Hidalgo of course.

Madeline is sending Emily the corporate commandments for Savoir. Yikes, I thought again, a cultural clash is coming and what are corporate commandments anyway (I don’t know, sounds tacky, I’m just a puzzled European), but for now there are another problems to solve. Emily’s shower breaks, the building manager only speaks French and of course our leading lady is still struggling with understanding it. Also, sidenote: manager building is right with Miss Cooper. Only problems.

Fortunately Gabriel exists and he helps her to break the language barrier. But this isn’t going to magically repair her shower and so Emily has to wash her hair in one of humanity’s wonders, one apex of civilization, the bidet. It’s supposed to be a bad hair day for her afterwards but... Does she look that different? Well, not for me! Discuss:

This shows... A character development! At last! Emily is trying to learn French, and even if her beret isn’t going to help in the task, is good to see she’s trying to adapt. Still, she’s overdoing a bit with that Gioconda bag.

I mean, girl. Relax. In order to improve her knowledge, she tries to trick her teacher - who considers a working place full of French people must be an interesting environment where to study the behaviour of the Emily Cooperius Chicagoensis but refuses the pleasure of her company if there’s not a 50 euros banknote in between. Business is business after all. Cut to Emily reuniting with my adored godess Sylvie, whose elegance and beauty only can be matched with the flag of the twelve stars in the background. Ah, Freude, schöner Götterfunken/ Tochter aus Elysium,/ Wir betreten feuertrunken/ Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Well, the case is they are going to film the advertisement for De l’Heure today and it’s an important thing Emily keeps her mouth closed and unsmiling because she looks stupid, at least in Sylvie’s opinion. I’d say more scary but well.

Luc and Julien receive them with the enraged face of every European citizen who just met an aggresive attempt of being forced into the American Way of Doing Things. Which they refuse naturally. Madeline just sent the corporate commandments and everyone is pissed at nonsense like giving praise in public and critizising in private. But off to filming the spot for the perfume. The location is the Pont d’Alexandre III that has featured in like 20,000 advertisement for fragrances. Here they met Antoine and Emily has the twentieth humiliating experience with languages telling she’s horny out of a sudden when she wanted to mean excited.

Emily meets the model, a Serbian blonde beauty that doesn’t speak French, that’s her personality trait. Our heroine seems rejoiced to find at least a kindred soul but we won’t have more time with the model, whose task is to walk across the bridge naked - or wearing the perfume, Antoine says - , while surrounded by men in costumes. The campaign Dream of Beauty, in short. Emily’s reaction is this:

Antoine argues this is meant to represent the woman’s fantasy, to be desired by all these men. Emily doesn’t think this is going to be appreciated by women at the other side of the Atlantic ocean and says the idea is sexists rather than sexy. Filming stop for they to debate, which seems expensive. Stopping, not debating. Without entering on what fantasies are valid or not and who actually pays attention to advertisements for fragrances - I am not one of these people - we don’t get to learn if Emily knows who Cocteau was.

The following morning the plumber can’t fix Emily’s shower. His gestures are pretty easy to understand, as it’s an universal fact that often the pieces needed to repair are not immediately available. Anyway, Emily asks Gabriel to help her with translation again. She must pay him or something. The thing doesn’t get to be fixed and Emily gets to shower in Gabriel’s appartment.

Maybe he has a fantasy of some sort here? Who knows. At the office and after her class, Emily’s first conversation of the day with Sylvie goes, as usual, for a rocky start. She has made lost money and time to the company, her boss argues, and on top of that she’s the prude police. The final straw for Emily immediately after that is that someone (called Luc) drew a dick on the Sacred Corporate Commandments. Having forgotten the fact that drawing penises is part of the human nature since the dawn of times, Emily doesn’t take well the profanation. It’s too much so she goes to lunch with Mindy.

Mindy - who is celebrating a party later and invites her - rolls her eyes at the corporate commandments and more or less say she deserves the hate because she could not expect French people were going to receive that gladly because they are against all. Well, it’s one of their multiple charms. “People like me! That’s my thing!” , Emily argues. Oh my sweet Summer child... Once back at the office, the commercial is as nonsensical as your average perfume commercial. Emily suggests a poll on Twitter to decide if it’s sexy or sexists. Bad or good, they’ll have publicity. Sounds about right?

One day I want to be Sylvie when she answers, after Emily invited her to Mandy’s party: Sorry, I’m busy. Also when she goes on with a mini the reason you suck moment: “You come to Paris. You walk into my office. You don’t even bother to learn the language. You treat the city like it’s your amusement park”. Apparently Emily can’t wrap her head around the idea of not everyone liking her and that you don’t have why to be friends with your bosses or workmates. Girl, just a civilized relationship with them is enough. Anyway... Emily does invite her, incapable of taking a no for an answer.

As predictable - don’t say you didn’t predict it - the party is a bit crowded and, leaving aside Mindy, Emily doesn’t know anyone there. Because, Sylvie knowing better, she didn’t show up. Well done Madame. Out of water again, Emily finds an apparently cute boy who engages in a conversation with her. With hand kissing at the balcony at all.

All it’s very romantic until, when they are strolling the streets and after flirting a bit, Fabien I think was his name - sorry, not checking again - tells her he likes American pussies. This is too much information all of a sudden for Emily - even if it could lead her to learn another the meaning of a new French word, equally related with felines - and storms off to Gabriel’s restaurant. Why is a thing the chef is there, available to serve her a glass of wine, I don’t know, I didn’t write this thing. But finally, finally, FINALLY our heroine says she’s going to stop trying being liked by everyone. Thank you Paris, you inspired some adult realities on Emily’s brain. It’s also a productive night after all because Gabriel says he likes her. So... yay? Since many of you have already seen the complete season, you know that things are... more complicated than that.

Of course the last three minutes of the episode are reserved for Emily Was Right After All moments. The poll is a success even if the commercial is not universally liked - but as Emily has learn this is not that important anymore -, she takes revenge on Luc bringing a dick shaped bread, or cake - I don’t know exactly what it is - which is a funny and irreverent way to respond him aaaand... finds a present from Antoine on her desk, lingerie from La Perla. Which is, ew, a bit creepy.

Aaaand that was all. I had to rewatch it because it had been eras since I last wrote about this series. I promise to be more disciplined with the next ones. Until then.

P.S. Down with Corporation Commandments.

#emily in paris

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letterboxd · 4 years ago

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The Package.

As the bonkers genre thrill-ride Shadow in the Cloud blasts into the new year, writer and director Roseanne Liang unpacks her love of Terminator 2, watching Chloë Grace Moretz’s face for hours, and the life lesson she learned from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’s Cheng Pei-Pei.

Roseanne Liang’s TIFF Midnight Madness winner Shadow in the Cloud landed with a blast of fresh genre energy on VOD platforms on New Year’s Day. It’s A-class action in a B-grade body, cramming plenty into its taut 83 minutes, including: a top-secret package, a freakish gremlin, a hostile bunch of Air Force dudes, outrageous stunts, dogfights and a fake wartime PSA that feels remarkably real.

Throughout, the camera is focused mostly on one face—Chloë Grace Moretz’s, playing British flight officer Maude Garrett—as she tackles all of the above from a claustrophobic ball turret hanging under a B-17 Flying Fortress, on a classified mission over the Pacific Ocean during World War II.

While the film’s tonal swings are confusing to some, schlock enthusiasts and genre lovers on Letterboxd have embraced the film’s intentionally outlandish sensibility, which “makes excellent use of its genre mash to create an unpredictable, guilty pleasure,” says Mirza. Fajar writes that “it felt like the people involved in this project knew how ridiculous it is and gave a hundred and ten percent to make it work. Someday, it will become a cult classic.” Mawbey agrees: “It really goes off the rails in all the best ways during the final third, and the last couple of shots are just perfect.”

Chloë Grace Moretz and her top-secret package in ‘Shadow in the Cloud’.

To most of the world, Liang is a so-called “emerging” director, when in fact, the mother-of-two, born in New Zealand to Chinese parents, has been at this game for the past two decades. She has helmed a documentary and a romantic drama, both based on her own marriage; a 2008 short called Take 3, which preceded Hollywood’s current conversation about representation and harassment; and Do No Harm, the splatter-tastic 2017 short in which her technical chops and fluid feel for action were on full display, and, as recorded in multiple Letterboxd reviews, established her as one to watch.

Do No Harm scored Liang valuable Hollywood representation, whereupon producer Brian Kavanaugh-Jones brought Shadow in the Cloud to her, thinking she might connect with the material. “It did connect with me on a level that is very personal,” Liang tells me. “As a woman of color, as a mother who juggles a lot.” She says Kavanaugh-Jones then went through the process of removing original writer Max Landis from the project. “He felt that Max was not a good fit for this project, or for how we like to run things. We like to be respectful and courteous and kind to each other…”

In several interviews, Liang has said she’s comfortable with film lovers choosing not to watch Shadow in the Cloud based on Landis’s early involvement. What she’s not comfortable with is her own contribution—and that of her cast and crew—being erased. While WGA rules have his name attached firmly to the project, the credit belies the reality: his thin script, reportedly stretched out to 70 pages by using a larger-than-usual font, was expanded and deepened by Liang and her collaborators.

Writer-director Roseanne Liang. / Photo by Dean O’Gorman

That team includes editor Tom Eagles, Oscar nominated for Jojo Rabbit, actor Nick Robinson (the titular Simon in Love, Simon) and Beulah Koale, a star of the Hawaii Five-Oh series. The opening newsreel was created by award-winning New Zealand animation studio Mukpuddy, after a small test audience got weirded out by the sight of a gremlin in a war film, despite well-documented WWI and WWII gremlin mythology. It’s an unnecessary but happy addition. The cartoon style was inspired by Private Snafu, a series of WWII educational cartoons scripted by none other than Dr. Seuss and directed by Looney Tunes legend Chuck Jones.

But the film ultimately hangs on Chloë Grace Moretz, who overcame cabin fever to drive home an adrenaline rush of screen craft, in which the very limits of what’s humanly possible in mid-air are tested (in ways, it must be said, that wouldn’t be questioned if it were Tom Cruise in the role). Liang would often send directions to Moretz’s ball turret via text, while her cast members delivered live dialogue from an off-set shipping container rigged with microphones. “I just never got sick of Chloë’s face and I’ve watched her hundreds, if not thousands of times. You feel her, you are her, she just engages you in a way that a huge fighting scene might not, if it’s not designed well. Giant empty spectacle is less interesting than one person in one spot, sometimes.”

Ambitious and nerdy about film in equal measure, it’s clear there’s much more to come from Liang, and I’m interested in what her most valuable lesson has been so far. Turns out, it’s a great story involving Chinese veteran Cheng Pei-Pei (Come Drink With Me’s Golden Swallow, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’s Jade Fox), whose film training includes a tradition of remaining on set throughout filming.

Roseanne Liang on the set of ‘Shadow in the Cloud’.

That meant that, during filming of Liang’s My Wedding and Other Secrets, Cheng would stay on set when she wasn’t required. “In New Zealand, trailers are a luxury,” Liang explains. “I said ‘Don’t you want to go to the trailer that we arranged for you?’ ‘No, I just want to sit and watch.’ ‘Why do you want to watch it, you’ve seen it hundreds of times!’ And she said ‘I learn something new every time’. To Pei-Pei, the secret of life is constant education and curiosity and learning. Movies are her work and her craft and her life, and she never gets bored. If I can be like her, that’s the life, right?”

Speaking of which, it’s time we put Liang through our Life in Film interrogation.

What’s the film that made you want to become a filmmaker? Terminator 2: Judgment Day is the movie that is at the top of the mountain that I’m climbing. To me it’s the perfect blend of spectacle, action design, smarts and heart. It poses the theory that if a robot can learn the value of humanity then maybe there’s hope for the ships that are us. That’s perennial, and possibly even more pertinent today. It holds a very special place in my heart, along with Aliens, Mad Max: Fury Road, Die Hard, La Femme Nikita and Léon: The Professional.

What’s your earliest memory of watching a film? I have a cassette tape that my dad made for my grandma in 1981 (he’d send tapes back to his mother in Hong Kong). I was three years old and he had just taken us to see The Empire Strikes Back in the cinema. And he can’t talk to my grandma because I’m just going on and on about R2-D2. I will not shut up about R2-D2 and he’s like, “Yes, yes I’m trying to talk to your grandmother,” and I’m like, “But Dad! Dad! R2-D2!” So it’s actually an archive, but it’s become my memory.

What’s the most romantic film you’ve ever seen? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It’s not the sexiest, but it’s the most romantic. That last scene, those last words where she goes “But you’re gonna be like this forever and I’m gonna be like this forever…” and he just goes “okay”. That to me is one of the most romantic scenes I’ve ever seen. It is a perfect movie.

And the scariest? If it’s a horror movie, the most scared I’ve been is The Ring. I was watching it on a VHS and I was lying on a beanbag on the floor and I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn��t move, because I felt that if I moved she’d see me! Also, American Psycho just came to me this year. I caught the twentieth anniversary of that movie, which is a terrifying film, and again, possibly more relevant now than when it was made. The scariest film that’s not a horror is Joker. It scared me how much I liked it. When I came out of the movie, I was like, “I’m scared because I kind of love it, but it’s horrible. It’s so irresponsible. I don’t wanna like this movie but goddamn, I feel it.” Like, I wanted to go on the streets and rage. In a way we’re all the Joker, we’re all the Batman. That duality, that yin and yang, is inside everyone of us. It’s universal.

What is the film that slays you every time, leaving you in a heap of tears? This is a classic one, the opening sequence of Up. The first ten minutes of Up just destroy me every time. I also saw Soul a couple of days ago and I was with the whole family and I, just, if I wasn’t with the whole family I would have been ugly-sobbing. I had a real ache in my throat after the movie because I was trying to stop [myself] from sobbing.

Tell me your favorite coming-of-age film, the film that first gave you ‘teenage feelings’? Pump Up the Volume. Christian Slater! Off the back of Pump Up the Volume, I fancied myself as a prophet and wrote a theater piece called Lemmings. Obviously the main character was a person who could see through the façade, and everyone else was following norms. “No one understands me, I’m a prophet!” So clearly I have this shitty, Joker-style megalomaniac inside of me. It was the worst play, and I don’t know why my teachers agreed for us to do a staging of it!

Christian Slater and Samantha Mathis in ‘Pump Up the Volume’ (1990).

Is there a film that you and your family love to rewatch? We’ve tried to impose our taste on our children, but they’re too young. We showed them The Princess Bride—they didn’t get it. We literally showed our babies Star Wars in their cribs. That’s how obsessive Star Wars fans we were.

Name a director and/or writer that you deeply admire for their use of the artform. I have a slightly weird answer for this. Can I just give love to Every Frame a Painting by Tony Zhou and Taylor Ramos? They are my film school. I was thinking of my love of Edgar Wright, but then I thought of their video essay on Edgar Wright and how to film comedy, and his essay on Jackie Chan and the rhythm of action and then their essay on the Coen Brothers and Shot Reverse Shot. I must have watched that 30 times ahead of the TV show that I’m making now. I started out in editorial and Tony Zhou is an editor and he talks about when to make the cut: it’s an instinct, it’s a feeling, it’s a rhythm. I realized the one thing in common that I could mention about all the films I’ve loved is Every Frame a Painting. It’s their love of movies that comes bubbling out of every single essay that they made that I just wanna shout out at this part of my career.

Were there any crucial films that you turned to in your development for Shadow in the Cloud? Indiana Jones was something that Chloë brought up—she likes the spiffiness and the humor of Indiana Jones. Sarah Connor was our touchstone for the female character. For one-person-in-one-space type stories, I watched Locke quite a lot, to figure out how they shaped tension and story and [kept] us on the edge of our seats when it’s only one person in one space. In terms of superheroes, I came back to Aliens. Not Alien. Aliens. You know, there are two types of people in this world—people who prefer Alien over Aliens, and people who prefer Aliens over Alien. But actually I think I vacillate for different reasons.

Can there be a third type of person, who thinks they’re both great, but Alien³, just, no? Maybe that’s the best group to be in. We don’t need to fight about this, we can love both of them! I was having an argument with James Wan’s company about this, because there’s a rift inside the company of people who prefer Alien over Aliens.

Okay, program a triple feature with your film as one of the three. I don’t know. Ask Ant Timpson!

I’ll ask Ant Timpson. [We did, and he replied: “Well, one has to be the Twilight Zone episode with William Shatner: Nightmare at 20,000 Feet. And then either Life (2017) or Altitude (2010).”]

Thank you Ant! I used to go to his all-nighters as a university student. He is the king of programming things.

Jake Gyllenhaal in ‘Life’ (2017).

It’s strange that we never met at one of his events! Ant would make me dress up in strange outfits and do weird skits between films. (For those who don’t know, Timpson ran the Incredibly Strange Film Festival for many years—now part of the New Zealand International Film Festival—and still runs an annual 24-Hour Movie Marathon.) So what’s a film from those events that sticks in your head as the perfect genre experience with a crowd? It was a movie about a man protecting a woman who was the girlfriend of a mafia boss: A Bittersweet Life. Not only does it have one of the sexiest Korean actors, sorry, not to objectify, but also I actually screenshot a lot of that film for pitch documents. And, do you remember a crazy Japanese movie where someone’s sitting on the floor with a clear umbrella and a woman is lactating milk? Visitor Q by Takashi Miike. I remember just how fucking crazy that was.

Finally, what was the best film you saw in 2020? I haven’t seen Nomadland yet, so keep in mind that I haven’t seen all the films this year. I have three: The Invisible Man, which I thought was just amazing. I thought [writer-director] Leigh Whannell did such a great job. The Half of It by Alice Wu, a quiet movie that I simply just adored. And then the last movie I saw at the cinema was Promising Young Woman. The hype is real.

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siriusist · 4 years ago

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I want to get started in on classic films: are there any you personally recommend?

Hey, thanks for asking! <3

So from your ask I took you wanted a recommendation of classic films that may be my personal favourites. So I’m going to go with the ones that I personally are current loving and finding the most ‘rewatchable’/ have saved on my computer, as well as ones that I do think everyone should watch/ are fantastic, but tend to be the ones I don’t reach for as often.

This obviously does not include all the classic films that you can find online in ‘Best of’ Lists (although there obviously is some overlap), but I also tended to do straight up ‘films.’ Classic musicals are another thing entirely, so if you want my suggestions on them, just drop me another line.

My current favourite Classic Hollywood films tend to be along the film noir genre or thrillers/ murder mysteries. In case you didn’t know, film noir is defined as the following:

Film noir (/nwɑːr/; French: [film nwaʁ]) is a cinematic term used primarily to describe stylish Hollywood crime dramas, particularly those that emphasize cynical attitudes and sexual motivations. The 1940s and 1950s are generally regarded as the "classic period" of American film noir. Film noir of this era is associated with a low-key, black-and-white visual style that has roots in German Expressionist cinematography. Many of the prototypical stories and much of the attitude of classic noir derive from the hardboiled school of crime fiction that emerged in the United States during the Great Depression.

This means in terms of ‘horror’ genre movies, I tend to avoid gore/slashers (which were not a thing back in the day, but I felt I needed to emphasise that) I only watch horror movies that don’t rely on cheap jump scares, tricks, and tend to have good psychological motivations, because as Alfred Hitchcock said, the original master of horror, the mind is scarier than anything you can create otherwise.

My Current Favourites:

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir: A widower in the early twentieth century falls in love with the former inhabitant of the house she bought, who happens to be a crotchety old sea captain played by Rex Harrison, king of crotchety old crotchety characters. The film plays out as he tries to emancipate her from her ex-husband’s overbearing family, and get her to ironically accept more of life from beyond the grave. (Literally, I’m not a big romance movie person, but this is the only romance movie I will accept in my life because it involves a ghost and has other elements/ not just is total schmalz).

Alfred Hitchcock’s Rope: Two gays commit a murder and host a dinner party over it. Based on the Leopold and Loeb murders of the 1920s (Look them up if you don’t know about them; absolutely mental), the film is coded as hell (because 1940s), but is also homoerotic as fuck, acknowledged as homoerotic by everyone who worked on it, one of the main actors was gay, and it involves Jimmy Stewart being dropped in as a dinner party guest and eventually trying to solve the crime. It’s probably honestly my favourite Alfred Hitchcock, because it’s a quick watch, it takes place inside the entirely same space the entire movie (but never feels like it), and is the perfect example of a murder mystery).

The Postman Always Rings Twice: The quintessential film noir, featuring Lana Turner’s amazing outfits and honestly, a really well-rounded performance by her. I only saw this recently for the first time, and if you don’t know, Lana Turner was considered the ‘blonde bombshell’ of her time, and not much in the acting department (By word of mouth). So going into the film, I assumed she’d be a terrible actress: but she was honestly really fantastic, created a nuanced performance out of the often one-note femme fetale characters given to women in film noir, and you honestly understand her motivations and character, however flawed. I’m now a fan and am searching out more of her work.

Double Indemnity: Another film noir I saw recently, and fell in love with Barbara Stanwyck’s acting and her in general. In real life, she was an adorable bisexual; in film, and this film in particular, she’s a fantastic actress, and I’m searching out more of her work now, even into her sixties and seventies, where she did some fantastic performances in series on TV into the seventies and eighties (This monologue of her being an old woman and having a crush on a young man is both heartbreaking, pitiful, and understandable, and it’s so well acted. It gives you just a taste of her acting talent, and how hard she worked to create a well-rounded character). This is probably my favourite film noir overall, definitely because of Barbara Stanwyck and her crazy wig. xD

The Twilight Zone [Original TV Show Run]: I know this is a TV show, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it. I love The Twilight Zone, and none of the later revamps have come close to touching it, and the effect it’s had on pop culture cinema. Some of the more ‘creative’ episodes (I.E: The awful ones with cowboys or aliens), I tend to skip, but The Twilight Zone is at its greatest when its creator Rod Serling is able to narrate about problems we all struggle with, and create a twist to really punch home if scenarios were different. Some of my favourites off the top of my head would be ‘Last Stop at Willoughby’ and ‘Nothing in the Dark,’ which are criminally underrated episodes. There’s also a great resource in this AV Club website, which literally reviews each and every plot of the original run and gives it a letter grade. I’m still not fully through the original run (because there’s 150 episodes, yikes), but I’ve watched at least half of the episodes, if not more. Plus it’s where, once you’ve watched more Classic Hollywood material/TV, you’ll begin to recognise a ton of character actors/early up and comers in the episodes, like random!William Shatner (twice), and Baby!Robert Redford (Who’s fucking adorable and I love him so much in his episode).

Twelve Angry Men: Twelve very different men are brought together on a jury to decide the fate of a young vaguely ethnic man. It’s a classic and I swear it should be shown in every school. It’s one of my favourite movies of all time, point stop, and honestly, as a J.D. graduate and someone who just needs to complete their admissions program now to become a lawyer, this is ‘my’ law-based movie (Most people are To Kill a Mockingbird, which by this point, trust me, is cliched to hear other lawyers talk about, even though it’s another fantastic movie you should watch). Even if I can’t turn off my lawyer brain at one point where something happens and I’m like THAT’S A MISTRIAL XD, it’s still one of the best films I’ve ever seen, and I rewatch it at least every two months.

Some of my Other Recommendations (That I don’t rewatch often but still are fantastic):

All About Eve (BETTE DAVIS)

Rebel Without a Cause (JAMES DEAN)

A Streetcar Named Desire (MARLON BRANDO BEFORE HE WAS CRAZY)

On the Waterfront (SEE ABOVE)

Cool Hand Luke (PAUL NEWMAN)

Sunset Boulevard

Psycho (Hitchcock)

Vertigo (Hitchcock)

Leave Her to Heaven (Gene Tierney and her fabulous wardrobe)

Hope that gives you some ideas to start with! If you need any other help, let me know! <3

#classic hollywood #classic film

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monstrouspegasister · 5 years ago

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Homestarloween Specials: Ranked from Worst to Best

Since Halloween is right around the corner, I decided to rewatch all the Homestar Runner Halloween cartoons and rank each from worst to best!

Note that this list is excluding the shorts (Halloween Commercial, That-a-Ghost, Halloween Safety, etc), or the silhouette teasers. I also won't be including The House that Gave Sucky Treats or Halloween Potion-ma-jig, since those have a bit of an advantage since they're actually more like games than toons. (But if you're THAT curious, I prefer Halloween Potion-ma-jig.) I also won't be including Which Ween, cuz it's more compensation for not making a Halloween cartoon for that year.

Finally, please remember that this is just my opinion, and not the end-all, be all on this sorta thing.

Ready, go!

13: Homestarloween Party (2000)

This is the worst one because it was just boring. It also doesn't help with that sucky ending, where Strong Sad ends the story on sour note. (Maybe you should let him START the story next time.) But in the Brothers Chaps' defense, this WAS their first Halloween cartoon, and they were still trying to figure out the website's identity.

12: Happy Hallow-day. (2006)

This one was pretty boring, too, what with the entire thing taking place in broad daylight and everyone else looking for Halloween night. Spoiler alert: they DO find it, only for the sun to come back not even a minute later. The only good thing I can think of is Homestar's costume of the Teen Wolf. I recognized that costume immediately, and to this day, I've STILL only seen that movie once!

"So... what do we do now?"

"Um..."

"HAPPY DAY OF THE DEAD!!!"

11: Doomy Tales of the Macabre (2009)

In this one, Strong Sad wasn't invited to this year's party, so he takes out his anger by writing a revolting rhyme detailing everyone else's demise (or in some cases, a rather unfortunate event in which the character in QUESTION WISHES they were dead). This is probably the mosted hated Halloween toon in the Homestar fandom, but the only reason this one is so low is that abysmal ending. At the end, Strong Sad makes it look like everyone threw him a surprise party when it turned out to be a lie. But hey, at least it wasn't boring.

10: Later That Night... (2016)

In the Brothers Chaps' defense, 2016 was a pretty busy year for them, what with a twentieth anniversary toon, as well as not one, but TWO live shows for said anniversary. So, I should be thankful that we got a Halloween special AT ALL, even if it IS less than five minutes. Though it's a bit of a bummer that we only caught a glimpse of what that hilarious Halloween adventure was.

9: Halloween Fairstival (2004)

Strong Bad tries to get rid of The Cheat's hiccups, which sounds easy since it's Halloween. We witness Bubs' questionable sense of humor, Coach Z's haunted locker room, and the King of Town's S-tier costume, but The Cheat's hiccups keep persisting. I would like to give away how they go away, but I think it's worth watching all the way through just for the resolution.

8: Pumpkin Carve-nival (2002)

Now we're getting into the better ones. So basically, Homestar hosts a pumpkin carving contest and judges everyone's pumpkins. But the big twist is that it's not Homestar hosting it, but Strong Bad disguised as Homestar. For what it's worth, the twist was much better than anything better than Shyamalan, especially for a short that's less than seven minutes.

7. 3 Times Halloween Funjob (2003)

Strong Sad holds a seance for Marzipan's ficus plant. Strong Bad, Strong Mad, and The Cheat try to scandalize and vandalize, but the King of Town keeps tagging along. And Homestar tries to get "a million pounds of candy". Honestly, numbers seven, eight, and nine are all interchangeable, so it was pretty hard to rank these three. But ultimately, I had to go with this one, simply for the puppet easter egg at the end. That's right, there's an easter egg of Puppet Homestar, dressed as John McEnroe, reenacting his infamously poor sportsmanship. We haven't gotten that sort of thing before or since.

6. I Killed Pom Pom (2014)

I wasn't fortunate enough to witness the joy of Homestar Runner until 2015, so I couldn't really appreciate the joy of a new Homestarloween toon until later.

That's pretty much all I have to say with this one. 🤷‍♀️

5. Mr. Poofers Must Die! (2018)

While telling a ghost story for everyone to hear, Homestar is having trouble killing off this one character called Mr. Poofers. Soon Coach Z, Marzipan, Strong Sad and Strong Bad try their ha ds at it, but to no avail. I love how the implications for why they couldn't range to Mr. Poofers being an eldritch horror, to the characters being unable to bring themselves to kill off an innocent dog. And I always sing along to that little song at the end.

4. Jibblies 2 (2007)

"'Original' and 'horror movie'? Not THESE days."

Remember that horrible painting from Strong Bad's bottom 10? No? Well, too bad, 'cause it's going around, menacing the citizens of Free Country, USA and giving them the jibblies, one by one! And it's up to Beetlejuice and Artie, the Strongest Man in the World- I mean, Strong Bad and Homestar- to stop it!

This special is famous for being the very first one to introduce the silhouette teaser, as well as being the first to use an inside joke as a central part for the plot! In fact, I think this might be the ONLY one. Also, I love the little gags the Jibblies Painting uses to catch up to everyone.

And despite bot liking "Later that Night", I TOTALLY ship the Goblin with the Jibblies Painting. And if nobody else, will, I am SO going down with that ship!

3. The House That Gave Sucky Tricks (2015)

I'm with Dave from the D-List on this one.

Remember how I said I wasn't fortunate enough to truly enjoy "I Killed Pom Pom"? Well, I think everyone watching THAT had the exact same feeling I had for watching THIS. In fact, if "I Killed Pom Pom" was the Brothers Chaps' spooky return, then "The House That Gave Sucky Tricks" was their return to form. From the classic sbemail formula, to the return of Teen Girl Squad, and even Homestar coming in to muck up the whole thing in the end, is TRULY is a Strong Bad email without the email!

Trust me, you have NO IDEA how satisfying shouting "SHUT UP, LADY!!!!" at your computer screen is, especially after not hearing it for so long!

2. Most in the Graveyard (2008)

After getting bored with the King of Town's Halloween party, most of the guests decide to explore the two-hundred acre cemetary that's been behind his castle all this time (hence the title). Just about everything about the cartoon is perfect. The gags, the plot, and yes- even the costumes- were as on point as the On Point Kings! There's even an extended dance mix of the classic Goblin song! For a long time, I thought this was as good as a Homestarloween toon could get.

That is, until i saw the number one BEST Homestar Runner Halloween cartoon of all time...

1. Haunted Photo Booth (2017)

At Marzipan's Halloween party, Homestar and Marzipan find a spooky specter in the picture. Soon, everyone starts getting it- that is, except for Strong Bad and The Cheat. And like before with "Halloween Fairstival", I'm not gonna give the ending away. This cartoon is just THAT good.

After the disappointment that was "Later that Night...", this cartoon was a breath of fresh air. By far, the best part of this special is the costume lineup. Out of all the specials so far, this one had the most costumes that I was able to recognize- from Coach Z as PaRappa the Rapper, to Strong Mad as Powdered Toast Man, to The Cheat as Maxwell from Scribblenauts, to Pom Pom as Violet Beauregarde, yo even Homsar as Greg from Over the Garden Wall! But aside from Coach Z, the BEST costume is Bubs as Grunkle Stan, simply because the Brothers Chaps did work for Gravity Falls. This was the biggest reason for the hiatus, and from what I've seen so far, I think it was worth it.

Maybe I should've ranked the costume lineups instead, but oh well. Either way, "Haunted Photo Booth" was a sweet delight. Just one big almond paste-filled sweet delight!

So here's to THIS year's Halloween toon! ^^

#my stuff #homestar runner #halloween #halloween 2019 #homestarloween #shut up monstrous #monstrous speaks

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Episode 12 - Memories (pt.2)

Well, this is it. I really hope there’s a season 2 someday, but there doesn’t *need* to be. Anyways, Phos had been waiting well over a week to get the chance to “talk” with a Lunarian. It went about as well as you’d expect.

Props to them for having the exact tools necessary to safely catch one without needing to destroy the lot of them. They could always try this tactic out again later, assuming the Lunarians don’t anticipate it or find a way to counter it.

These things have pupils, eh? It makes them seem a bit less.. heartless, but we can only guess at what this really means. The smaller Lunarians always felt like some sort of hivemind, but they aren’t really. At least, I don’t think they are. Would they care enough for their kin to wish to avenge them? What’s the significance of the larger ones? Are they individuals only when fragmented, sort of like with Shiro? That’s all Phos seems to get for now - more questions.

Cinnabar’s always watching and looking out for Phos. Phos probably could’ve handled this, but the gesture is appreciated, even if it kinda cut short their plan. “F...” the lone Lunarian said. No idea what it could mean on its own, but it’s a lead.

I like the parallel here that can be compared with Cinnabar’s imitation of Phos with their own substance from back in episode 3. They really were made for each other, and it only makes more and more sense as time marches on.

Phos’ promise forever lingers on Cinnabar’s mind. Shouldn’t you have maybe returned that? I guess it stopped mattering once Phos lost their encyclopedia job.

Such a nice, serious moment completely unraveled by Cinnabar’s kneejerk reaction. Ahhhh, I love these two..

The series started with a promise. Just when you think Phos would let us down, they’ve come up with a solution. It’s the best way to end the anime, really. Despite all the hell they went through to be put in this position, you could say it was all necessary in the end, in order to hold true to their word.

It was subtle, yet obvious to us how Cinnabar felt as Phos kept running around, going through all these changes while not having an answer for them. Phos might’ve underestimated, maybe even forgotten the exact wording of what they said, but it’s no shock that Cinnabar repeated those words to themselves time and time again.

It’s not quite what they wanted, but they’re nonetheless happy to see Phos keep their promise.

Cinnabar’s the only one Phos can trust with this, but that’s not the only reason they asked them. It’s not because they owed it to them to find a new job, either. It’s because Cinnabar’s shown themselves to be incredibly "prudent and clever.” Even if Rutile, Bort, and the others were similarly sharp, I’d wager Phos trust’s Cinnabar’s judgement and advice more than any others’.

Phos might’ve gotten wiser and more mindful themselves, but they know Cinnabar would be the one to spot something they missed. What they’re going through, doubting everything and everyone, that’s also a feeling Cinnabar’s familiar with. It won’t be a fun job, but it’s most definitely something only Cinnabar could do. It’s a cause, a purpose, far more valuable than a night’s watch. They’ll also be able to enjoy that feeling of being valued and of use to Phos. The feeling might be mutual, even, as they certainly aren’t okay with whatever secrets Kongo might be hiding. To have someone they can *maybe* confide in, that has to count for something as well.

Especially if this endeavor does lead to some answers.

They say they feel distrust, but is that just a feeling that’s been building up inside them? To say this, is Cinnabar attempting to break through that wall of doubt they’ve surrounded themselves in? I trust Phos, and I hope Cinnabar can come to as well.

What follows is one last sequence that serves to tie things up in a book ends fashion. The end of.. book 1, we’ll frame this as. I’ll lay down some predictions and look forward to seeing how right/wrong I am when I finally tackle the manga.

Despite Bort being Bort, Zircon seems to be their own harshest critic. They’ll likely surpass and surprise in ways we hadn’t anticipated, now that they have the freedom to do so. Bort’s yet to meet any true hardships, and I wonder when that’ll change.

We’re given glimpses of many others going about their daily lives. There’s no telling when and which of them will get their time in the spotlight, but just having them all interact brings me joy.

The winds of change continue to blow. Kongo was always a good caretaker. I can only hope the secrets they’re hiding are only for the others’ own protection, but they have a right to know if they were to ask. The fact you refuse even that may be your greatest mistake, and I hope it doesn’t come with serious consequence. Jade’s just trying to help keep this place afloat, so they shouldn’t get in the way, even if they interact the most with Kongo, and might even be considered the most loyal now.

I’m so damn happy they replayed that opening scene. I loved it as much the fourth, tenth, twentieth time. Phos is no longer laying in the grass, letting the days pass them by. Each day is important, and each day has purpose. Their changes aren’t finished, and seeing how far removed they already are from their old self.. it leaves a bittersweet feeling, you know?

We all gotta grow up and mature sooner or later, but it’s important to remember what we had. To lose that would be to lose ourselves. You did indeed live a spoiled life, Phos, but you turned out alright in the end. If you can forgive your former self for their decisions, maybe you can better face the ones you’ll soon have to make.

When I first saw that Phos was gonna go through a transformation I was interested. After seeing it unfold I was ever so grateful I gave the series a chance. I’ve got a weak spot for characters like this - characters that have to undergo such a drastic, yet believable change. Phos will probably be my favorite of this type from this day forward, and I couldn’t think of a better way to honor them.

The colors, the sounds, the music, the characters, the setting, the themes, the story. I loved all of it. I likely always will. After this rewatch, Land of the Lustrous has probably become my favorite anime of all time.

It’s unlikely the manga will change my view on the anime itself, but it makes me wonder if that love will deepen more. With the tone of the story, how much more will it hurt? Will the ending be satisfying? Those are all questions for another day.

I don’t know if anyone’s ever gonna read all these personal thoughts I’ve had on the series, and frankly I don’t care. I’m just glad I took the time to take such a closer look at it. If anyone has bothered to read these.. thank you for listening.

#hnk spoilers #dustward rewatches hnk #long post

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everythingtimeless · 7 years ago

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Historical Hour With Hilary: 1x01

Welcome to Historical Hour With Hilary, which is exactly what it says on the tin: for each week of the rewatch, I (@qqueenofhades) will be writing a companion piece discussing aspects of the real-life history, people, and events featured in the episode, depending on what I feel like covering. I aim to amaze, entertain, and educate you, one of which I occasionally may end up actually doing. In this first installment, I very quickly discovered that it had relatively little to do with the Hindenburg disaster of May 6, 1937 itself, but much more with the stone-cold badass female journalists of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, who could have served as the inspiration for the fictional Kate Drummond that the Time Team meets in their first trip to the past, and who makes a particular impression on Wyatt. So. Much. Badass.

Be advised: You may want to run headfirst through a brick wall after learning about these women, from the sheer amount of awesome pulsating through you. I cannot be held legally responsible if you do this.

A woman working in the 1930s as a print journalist, even a foreign or war correspondent as it’s hinted Kate is, would not be completely or even considerably uncommon. They already had a history of over a hundred years. Anne Royall (1769-1854) is commonly credited as the first professional female journalist in America, a hard-nosed saleswoman who would stop at nothing to sell her paper and who was also rather famously known as the first woman to obtain a presidential interview, with John Quincy Adams, by catching him skinny-dipping in the Potomac River one morning and sitting on his clothes until he agreed to talk to her. (She certainly interviewed him, the sitting-on-clothes part is somewhat colorful, but shhh.) Margaret Fuller (1810-1850) was known as the best-read person in New England of either gender, was the first woman allowed to use the Harvard University library, and wrote a landmark work, Woman in the Nineteenth Century, that was profoundly influential on the thinking of Susan B. Anthony and the beginning of the suffragette movement, and which critiqued the treatment of Native and African Americans alongside the ongoing oppression of women. At the New York Tribune, she was the first full-time literary critic and book reviewer in America, and later the Tribune’s first female foreign correspondent.

Victoria Woodhull (1838-1927), meanwhile, is a personal heroine of mine. The first woman to run for President of the United States (having nominated Frederick Douglass as her running mate), she was also the first female stockbrocker on Wall Street, founded Woodhull and Claflin’s Weekly with her sister Tennessee, was an advocate of free love and the right to do this without any government interference, gave numerous blazing speeches on female equality, political advocacy, and equal rights, and otherwise was engaged in fucking the patriarchy in every direction the patriarchy was available to be fucked. She fought with Anthony Comstock, self-appointed guardian of late 19th-century America’s moral virtue and sponsor of the anti-obscenity Comstock Laws (who absolutely did not approve of fucking in any shape or form) and testified before the House Judiciary Committee about women’s suffrage; in fact, she was too radical for even some of the suffragettes themselves. A few decades later, Elizabeth Cochran Seaman (1864-1922), far better known as the intrepid Nellie Bly, was pioneering investigative journalism as a reporter for the New York World; she traveled around the world in 72 days as a publicity stunt to better the fictional 80-day journey by Jules Verne’s hero Phileas Fogg and wrote a book about it; she famously posed as a patient and got herself committed to a mental hospital for 10 days to reveal the inhumane conditions of insane asylums at the time, wrote a book about that too, and was instrumental in pushing for reforms in caring for the mentally ill as a result.

Despite these trend-setting women, female journalists were still rare in America at the turn of the twentieth century, but the number had risen from just 288 (in 1880) to 12,000 in 1930 -- almost 25% of all journalists. They were, however, often restricted to typically “female” subject interests (the home, fashion, cooking, etc) and faced, as you might expect, considerable sexism. In 1939, Zelda Reed complains about men who pay lip service to being feminists, but won’t actually hire women to be reporters (or pay them equally... The More Things Change.Gif). During this period, however, Kate Drummond would have been part of a steadily growing -- and even more awesome -- cohort of female correspondents, including the likes of:

Clare Hollingworth (1911-2017 -- yes, she died just this past January at the age of 105) who was the first correspondent of any gender to break the news of Hitler’s invasion of Poland and the start of the second world war. She then went to work personally issuing British visas for Germans, Jews, and communists to escape the Nazis, which MI5 put a halt to because of concerns about too many “undesirables” entering the country (THE MORE THINGS CHANGE DOT GIF!!!) She would later write about conflicts in Vietnam, Algeria, the Middle East, the cultural revolution in China, and interview the shah of Iran (both the first and last interviews he ever gave). She also broke the Kim Philby spying scandal during the Cold War, and worked for a laundry list of noted papers.

Sigrid Schultz (1893-1980) also covered the First and Second World Wars, was the first chief of Central Europe and foreign correspondent for the Chicago Tribune, and she hated all these goddamn Nazis up in the goddamn place. Really hated them, wrote extensively about them (under her male pseudonym John Dickson) had unprecedented access to them, wrote pieces exposing the concentration camps and the treatment of Jews under Hitler’s regime, and was called “the dragon lady from Chicago” by Hermann Goering. You know, Hitler’s right-hand man. I’m sorry, if Number Two Nazi is scared of you and calls you a dragon lady, you are automatically The Awesomest. I don’t make the rules.

Martha Gellhorn (1908-1998) was probably one of the greatest journalists and war correspondents of the 20th century, full stop. The third wife of Ernest Hemingway (who we also meet a few Timeless episodes down the line) between 1940-1945, she covered every major conflict of the 20th century and was the only woman to land at Normandy on June 6, 1944. How did she do that? Because Hemingway stole her press credential to cover D-day, so she stowed away in a hospital ship toilet, hit the beach disguised as a stretcher bearer -- and beat ol’ Ernest there, just for good measure. She was determined to be remembered in her own right and not just for her contentious relationship with him; there is now the Martha Gellhorn Prize for Journalism.

Helen Kirkpatrick (1909-1997) also covered WWII extensively, for both British and American newspapers, and entered Paris in August 1944. She later reported on the Cold War, was a longtime Democratic Party activist, and received both the French Legion of Honor and the U.S. Medal of Freedom. Virginia Cowles (1910-1983) also worked on some of the same conflicts as Gellhorn and Kirkpatrick, including the Spanish Civil War and WWII.

Margaret Bourke-White (1904-1971) and Dorothea Lange (1895-1965) were groundbreaking photojournalists working during the 1930s and the height of the Depression (you’ve definitely seen Lange’s most famous photo, Migrant Mother) which helped show the real consequences of the economic devastation. The crash of the Hindenburg itself was a major landmark in the history of journalism (scroll about halfway down the page) due to the wide availability of newsreel and radio coverage of the disaster -- and as we can see, Kate Drummond, had she survived her encounter with the Time Team, would have been in some truly amazing company indeed, covering both it and the conflicts to come. She would also have been a familiar character in a movie to audiences at the time, given as Hollywood has arguably gotten much worse at portraying female journalists.

(Read more about all these women here.)

Join me next week as the Time Team, and we, head to 1865 and the assassination of Abraham Lincoln...

#nbc timeless #timeless #timeless rewatch #timeless meta #historical hour with hilary #1x01

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tagged by : @teenagebarbarianbeard Rules: answer 30 questions then tag a handful a people you’d like to know better Nicknames: Couch, Yellow, Soph (not sure how that one came to be.) Gender: trans girl Star Sign: Gemini MBTI Type: INFP-T Height: around 1m 70cm I think Time: 16:48 CET Birthday: June 10th Fav Band: Queen or Imagine Dragons (In terms of being good as a unit) Song stuck in my mind: “Sanfransokyo girl” by satellite young and “whatever it takes” by imagine dragons. Last movie watched: “Like a dragon” by takashi miike Last show watched: Cowboy beebop. rewatched for like the twentieth time cause It helps me chill out When did I create my blog: gosh.... it must be like... 5-6 years?? What do I post about: jojo, Ryu ga gotoku, Overwatch and great stuff my friends draw. Last thing I googled: The opening hours of my favorite burger place. Do you have other blogs: I have an art blog @the-paintedcouch and two jojo rp blogs @badlydrawn-goldengirl @sadaothesaxpert Why did you choose your url: Cause I have a yellow couch in my house and it sounded like a good internet persona name. Following: 414 peeps should probably clean it out soon Followers: 268 somehow. Fav Colour: Red and purple are my favorite Average hours of sleep: 9 hours or less. Lucky number: 10 for some unknowable reason. Instruments: I played bass in school but like I don’t remember anything What I’m wearing: Leggings, a sports bra and a sleeveless hoodie. it’s a very casual Tuesday How many blankets do I sleep with: one really thick one Dream job: I guess concept artist or a streamer? But being a teacher is something I’ve also always wanted. Dream trip: Fucking nowhere unless it is to meet a friend. Fav food: anything italian pretty much. Nationality: Swedish

Not tagging anyone cause I’m a shit.

#long post #so ye

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Sherlock Part 1

A/N: Ok so this is going to be a rewrite of the sherlock series with my original character inserted. I’ve used several different transcripts i found online in addition to rewatching the episodes for the IDK twentieth time. This story is going on the assumption that you have seen the show and therefore will not cover the entire episodes but rather the parts where Sherlock and my character, Hadley, interact and specific scenes which will be vital to the development between the two. Seeing as this will be a Sherlock x Hadley fic some things will differ from cannon (ie: the irene adler story arch- not by much though)

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Hadley Roslin:

28 year old graduate of Cambridge University with a Ph.D. in Psychology. Recently she had taken a job at Scotland Yard working under Detective Inspector Lestrade. The physical foil of Sherlock- Petite with blonde hair and whiskey colored eyes.

A Study in Pink

As Lestrade and Donovan begin the press conference with the intention of quelling talk of a serial killer taking up residence in London, Hadley sat off to the side observing. She took note of how uncomfortable Donovan was addressing such a crowd despite the front she was putting up and how tired Lestrade was. The first time the entirety of the room received a text she made no move to check her own phone but the second time she glanced at the man who was seated next to her’s phone and smirked when she saw what it said. It was after that that she noted how frustrated Lestrade was when the one reporter asked how people could keep themselves save. The level of stupidity in the room astounded her and she couldn’t help but to snort when she heard him respond, “Well, don’t commit suicide.” Lestrade continues on a bit until he is interrupted again by a text, followed by a second individual text only to him. He made closing remarks to the room, stood and vacated the room followed by Donovan and then Roslin.

Once they were out of earshot Donovan addressed Lestrade. “You’ve got to stop him doing that. He’s making us look like idiots.”

Without giving Lestrade an opportunity to respond Hadley interrupted. “I assure you that is no great feat from what I’ve seen.”

The stunned gasp from Donovan was drowned out by Lestrade. “Roslin! That was entirely uncalled for. And Donovan, if you can tell me how he does it, I’ll stop him.”

The silence that ensued was tense as Donovan eyed a smirking Roslin. It was apparent that if Roslin didn’t know exactly how it was done she at least had a suspicion. Giving in Donovan asked her, “Well, how does the freak do it then? If you’re so smart.”

Hadley just smirked bigger. “You do realize i have a Ph.D. in Psychology, right? Reverse psychology won’t work on me. And my ego is not so fragile that I feel the need to prove myself to you. Plus, why should I ruin his fun? He isn’t hurting anyone.” With a shrug and a mock salute she made her way back to her desk to wait for the next body.

* * * * * * * * * *

Hours after the completion of her shift Hadley was seated on her couch reading a book. Her phone ringing broke the silence. After the first trill she slid her bookmark into the book and closed it, after the second she set the book on the coffee table in front of her and she answered it.

“Roslin, speaking.”

“Roslin, it’s Lestrade. There’s been another ‘suicide’. The body was found in Lauriston Gardens in Brixton.”

“Ok. Who’s working the case?”

“The whole division and Anderson on forensics.”

“Delightful. Give me half an hour and I’ll meet you there.”

“Prefect. I have to make a stop on the way so i should be there around the same time.”

She ends the call with a nod before placing the book back on the shelf. With a quick glance around to ensure everything was in its spot and cleaned up Hadley grabbed her coat and headed out to the crime scene locking her front door behind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

It wasn’t until Sherlock saw Lestrade park outside of the flat that he brightened up. As Lestrade burst into the room Sherlock turned to him, “Where?”

“Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.” Lestrade huffed out in response.

“What’s new about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if there wasn’t something different.”

“You know how they never leave notes?”

Intrigued Sherlock prompted “Yeah.”

“This one did. Will you come?”

“Who’s on forensics?”

“It’s Anderson.”

Sherlock grimaced as Lestrade told him that. “Anderson won’t work with me.”

“Well, he won’t be your assistant.”

“I need an assistant.”

Lestrade huffed out, “Will you come?”

“Not in a police car. I’ll be right behind.”

In relief Lestrade let out a sigh. “Thank you.” Then turned and left Sherlock’s flat to head to the crime scene with the rest of his men.

* * * * * * * * * *

Lestrade arrived at the crime scene and it was clear to all involved that Roslin and Donovan could not civilly work with one another and with the latest development having to do with the individual leaving a suicide note it was decided that Roslin would go with Lestrade while Donovan minded the police line.

Sherlock and John had just finished their previous conversation when they reached said line. Donovan greeted him sourly. “Hello, freak.”

Almost off handedly Sherlock responded, “I’m here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade.”

“Why?”

“I was invited.” His tone indicating what a stupid question he thought it was.

“I think he wants me to take a look.” was Sherlock's overtly sarcastic reply.

“Well, you know what

think, don’t you?” Donovan retorted snidely.

Sherlock slipped under the take before responding. “Always, Sally.” he took an exaggerated inhale and looked at her pointedly. “I even know you didn’t make it home last night.”

Affronted Donovan began “I don’t-” Then cut herself off, realizing that arguing would do her no good, before turning the conversation in a different direction. “Er, who’s this?”

“Colleague of mine, Doctor Watson.” Sherlock turned to John “Doctor Watson, Sergeant Sally Donovan. Old friend.” The last part was dripping with sarcasm.

“A colleague? How do you get a colleague?!” She asked looking at John. “What, did he follow you home?”

“Would it be better if I just waited and- “ John started before Sherlock cut him off.

“No.” Sherlock then lifted the tape to let John through.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to deter him she spoke into her radio “Freak’s here. Bringing him in.”

The three of them walked up to the entrance of the house only to be greeted by a man exiting at exactly the same time, clearly hailed by Donovan’s walkie talkie. Sherlock broke the silence. “Ah, Anderson. Here we are again.”

Under his breath Anderson mutters, “Two of them are too much to handle.” The only indication Sherlock gives that he heard anything is a slightly lifted eyebrow but Anderson pointedly ignores him and continues on. “It’s a crime scene. I don’t want it contaminated. Are we clear on that?”

Again Sherlock takes an unnecessarily deep breath. “Quite clear. And is your wife away for long?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you worked that out. Somebody told you that.” Anderson answered irritably.

Sherlock shook his head. “Your deodorant told me that.”

“My deodorant?” a confused Anderson asks as was Sherlock’s intention.

“It’s for men.”

Frustrated Anderson huffed out “Well, of course it’s for men! I’m wearing it!”

“So’s Sergeant Donovan.” Sherlock responds causing Anderson to turn to look at Donovan. Sherlock sniffed the air again. “Ooh, and I think it just vaporised. May I go in?”

Angry now Anderson began “Now look: whatever you’re trying to imply-”

“I’m not implying anything.” He cut in as he passed Donovan on his way to the front door. “I’m sure Sally came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over.” He addressed this to Anderson, looking him in the eyes before flicking his gaze to Donovan. “And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees.” Sherlock finished smugly and entered the house. John glanced at her knees before following Sherlock into the house leaving Donovan and Anderson sharing identical looks of horror.

Once they were inside Sherlock grabbed a coverall and gave it to John. “You need to wear one of these.”

Lestrade sent a confused look at John. “Who’s this?”

“He’s with me.” Sherlock said while he took his gloves off and tucked them in his pockets.

Not pacified in the least, Lestrade continued to press Sherlock. “But who is he?”

“I said he’s with me.” Sherlock replied as John walked over to him, dressed in coveralls as Sherlock had asked, then grabbed a pair of latex gloves for himself.

“Aren’t you gonna put one on?” John asked Sherlock but at the look he received he just shook his head.

Clearly moving on Sherlock turned to Lestrade “So where are we?”

Lestrade grabbed himself a pair of latex gloves to add to his coveralls. “Upstairs.” As they headed up the stairs Lestrade continued. “I can give you two minutes.”

Not caring in the slightest Sherlock responded “May need longer.”

“Her name’s Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We’re running them now for contact details. Hasn’t been here long. Some kids found her.” Lestrade lead them into a room with a woman dressed in pink face down on the floor in the middle of the room.

Sherlock took a moment to observe before snapping out “Shut up.”

Clearly started Lestrade offered up “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking. It’s annoying.” At this Lestrade and John glanced at one another. Sherlock ignored them, completely engrossed in the crime scene and taking everything in. Well almost everything.

When Sherlock smiled Lestrade asked “Got anything?”

In the most offhanded manner Sherlock answered. “Not much.” He pushed up so he was standing again and retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and using it for a moment.

Taking this as his chance to perhaps show Sherlock up Anderson offered his input. ”She’s German. ‘Rache’: it’s German for ‘revenge’. She could be trying to tell us something-”

In the midst of closing the door in his face Sherlock cut him off. “Yes, thank you for your input.” Sherlock then slammed the door closed. A snort came from a corner of the room he hadn’t glanced at originally seeing a woman, Roslin, standing there with a smile on her face. Dismissing her almost instantly he returned to working on his phone.

“So she’s German?” Lestrade asked when it did not seem as though Sherlock was going to offer anything up.

“No.” The Roslin answered a moment before Sherlock. Again he glanced at her but he just continued on as if she hadn’t said anything.

“Of course she’s not. She’s from out of town, though. Intended to stay in London for one night… before returning home to Cardiff.” Sherlock smirked at what he discovered on his phone then put it away. “So far, so obvious.”

Seeming to disagree with that statement John piped up. “Sorry – obvious?”

Lestrade jumped in before John could ask anything else. “What about the message, though?”

Not that that stopped Sherlock from ignoring him and instead Sherlock addressed John. “Doctor Watson, what do you think?”

“Of the message?” John asked mildly confused as to why he would be called to review an incomplete message as a medical doctor.

“Of the body. You’re a medical man.” Sherlock corrected.

“Wait, no, we have a whole team right outside.” Lestrade burst out with in objection.

“They won’t work with me.” Sherlock brushed off.

“I’m breaking every rule letting you in here.” Lestrade replied in the same instant Roslin asked “Why?”

This time Sherlock chose to answer Lestrade and ignore Roslin. “Yes ... because you need me.”

There is a moment where it looked as if he might argue but he doesn’t. “Yes, I do. God help me.”

Knowing he would find no resistance this time Sherlock again addressed John. “Doctor Watson.”

John hummed as he looked up from the body. He looked from Sherlock to Lestrade, clearly asking permission rather than assuming it, as Sherlock had.

“Oh, do as he says. Help yourself.” Lestrade caved before he opened the door and spoke to Anderson. “Anderson, keep everyone out for a couple of minutes. Roslin will mind the room.” Anderson’s discontent faded as Lestrade pulled him away from the doorway.

Sherlock walked John over to the body and the pair lower themselves to the ground. “Well?” He asked.

“What am I doing here?” John asked quietly.

Sherlock responded at the same volume. “Helping me make a point.”

“I’m supposed to be helping you pay the rent.”

“Yeah, well, this is more fun.”

“Fun?” John asked clearly offered. “There’s a woman lying dead.”

“Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you’d go deeper.” Sherlock replied as Lestrade reentered the room and John set to investigate further. Sherlock stood up and watched Roslin instead of John. It was apparent that she had already looked over the body as she was wearing the coveralls and gloves. It seemed as if she had stopped just before he got there and he briefly wondered when she had joined the precinct as he had never seen her before.

Before he could really start deducing her John spoke up. “Yeah ... Asphyxiation, probably. Passed out, choked on her own vomit. Can’t smell any alcohol on her. It could have been a seizure; possibly drugs.”

“You know what it was. You’ve read the papers.” Sherlock prodded, his attention once again on John and the body.

“What, she’s one of the suicides? The fourth-?” John questioned.

Lestrade cut him off this time. “Sherlock – two minutes, I said. I need anything you’ve got.”

“Victim is in her late thirties. Professional person, going by her clothes; I’m guessing something in the media, going by the frankly alarming shade of pink. Travelled from Cardiff today, intending to stay in London for one night. It’s obvious from the size of her suitcase.”

“Suitcase?” Lestrade questioned

As John looked around for a suitcase Roslin quietly said, “I told you.” Sherlock snapped his gaze to look at her, clearly impressed despite Lestrade’s irritated look.

“Suitcase, yes. She’s been married at least ten years, but not happily. She’s had a string of lovers but none of them knew she was married.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, if you’re just making this up-” Lestrade started, glancing at Roslin.

Sherlock cut him off. “Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewellery has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. State of her marriage right there. The inside of the ring is shinier than the outside – that means it’s regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger. It’s not for work; look at her nails. She doesn’t work with her hands, so what or rather who would she remove her rings for? Clearly not one lover; she’d never sustain the fiction of being single over that amount of time, so more likely a string of them. Simple.”

“That’s brilliant.” When Sherlocked looked at him he followed it with a “Sorry.”

“Cardiff?” Lestrade asked still confused.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Sherlock directed this to Roslin, curious as to if she had followed his train of thought since she had known about the suitcase.

“It’s not obvious to me.” John muttered.

Roslin looked at Lestrade asking permission to join in the conversation. At his shrug she spoke up. “Maybe not obvious, but easy enough to grasp.

Sherlock paused for a moment looking at the two other men. “Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.” Then his gaze swung around to Roslin. “What do you see?”

The two of them turned their attention to the body. There was a momentary pause as she decided how she wanted to approach the discussion before she started. “Her coat is a bit damp, even under the collar. So she’s been in rain recently with the coat turned up. The only reason you would put your collar up as protection against rain when you have a perfectly good umbrella is that it’s too windy to use the umbrella. London hasn’t had rain in two days and that mixed with her suitcase means she was traveling. But she couldn’t have been traveling far because the coat is still wet. So what is close enough that her coat wouldn’t dry and had rain and strong wind? Cardiff.”

Sherlock nodded his head in agreement, pulling his phone out of his pocket and showing the men. “Cardiff.”

John’s gaze bounced between Sherlock and Roslin. “That’s fantastic!”

“D’you know you do that out loud?” Sherlock whispered to John.

Abashed John replied “Sorry. I’ll shut up.”

Shaking his head Sherlock stopped him. “No, it’s ... fine.”

“I rather like it. Thank you.” Roslin smirked at John.

“Why d’you keep saying suitcase?” Lestrade wondered aloud.

Sherlock looked around him. “Yes, where is it? She must have had a phone or an organiser. Find out who Rachel is.”

“She was writing ‘Rachel’?” Lestrade asked.

The sarcasm was biting as Sherlock replied. “No, she was leaving an angry note in German. Of

she was writing Rachel; no other word it can be. Question is: why did she wait until she was dying to write it?”

“How d’you know she had a suitcase?” Lestrade wanted to know as neither Roslin nor Sherlock had answered.

Roslin answered first. “The stains on her tights.”

Sherlock smirked at the blank look John and Lestrade gave her before delving into a much more verbose explanation. “Back of the right leg: tiny splash marks on the heel and calf, not present on the left. She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand. Don’t get that splash pattern any other way. Smallish case, going by the spread. Case that size, woman this clothes-conscious: could only be an overnight bag, so we know she was staying one night.” Midway through his speech he squatted down to point out what he was talking about. “Now, where is it? What have you done with it?” Sherlock demanded of Lestrade.

It was Roslin who answered him this time. “There wasn’t a case.”

Sherlock stood up and faced her. “Say that again.”

“There wasn’t a case. Not one that they found, at least.” Was her reply.

“There was never any suitcase.” Lestrade cut in, exasperated.

Sherlock raced out of the room and down the stairs, shouting as he went. “Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?”

Lestrade, Roslin and John followed him out of the room, john lagging considerably behind the other two. Lestrade stopped at the top of the stairs. “Sherlock, there was no case!”

Sherlock slowed his descent. “But they take the poison themselves; they chew, swallow the pills themselves. There are clear signs. Even you lot couldn’t miss them.” There was a pause where he stopped and addressed Roslin indirectly. “She didn’t.”

“Right, yeah, thanks. And …” Lestrade trailed off waiting for Sherlock to elaborate.

The words practically exploded out of Sherlock. “It’s murder, all of them. I don’t know how, but they’re not suicides, they’re killings – serial killings. We’ve got ourselves a serial killer. I love those. There’s always something to look forward to.”

“Why are you saying that?” Lestrade frowned.

Sherlock looked back up at Lestrade and the rest of the officers surrounding him. “Her case! Come on, where is her case? Did she eat it? Someone else was here, and they took her case. So the killer must have driven her here; forgot the case was in the car.”

“She could have checked into a hotel, left her case there.” John offered.

“No, she never got to the hotel. Look at her hair. She colour-coordinates her lipstick and her shoes. She’d never have left any hotel with her hair still looking ...Oh... Oh!“ Sherlock ended with what appeared to be delighted claps.

“Sherlock?” John inquired.

Curious now too Lestrade leaned over the railing. “What is it, what?”

Sherlock smiled to himself. “Serial killers are always hard. You have to wait for them to make a mistake.”

Outraged Lestrade called back to him. “We can’t just wait!”

“Oh, we’re done waiting!” Sherlock shot a wink at Roslin before resuming his downward trek. “Look at her, really look! Houston, we have a mistake. Get on to Cardiff: find out who Jennifer Wilson’s family and friends were. Find Rachel!” And with that he reached the bottom and disappeared from view leaving John behind to follow much more slowly.

“Of course, yeah – but what mistake?!” mutters only loud enough for a few people around him to hear. When no one offered anything to him he turned to Roslin and waited.

She didn’t disappoint. “Everything on her person was the same shade of pink. A woman that color coordinated is sure to have a matching colored suitcase. And a pink that bright will be hard to miss.” When she was done she shrugged and made to follow them but Lestrade stopped her.

Lestrade turned to speak to Roslin as the rest of the team returned to the crime scene. “What did he mean that you didn’t miss the signs? Did you know this was a serial killer?”

“Technically it only became a serial killer after the third murder…” She trailed off at the unimpressed look on his face. “Right, well I figured it wasn’t suicide after the second person was found in an isolated area and the cause of death was an identical poison.”

He let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just transferred in-”

He cut her off. “That hasn’t stopped you from antagonizing one of my officers and my head medical examiner.”

“Because they are both morons and that has nothing to do with work. If I had said these were murders everyone in the precinct would have thought I was incapable of doing my job. Also had I been wrong I would not have been taken seriously in anything i said or did from that point forward. Like I said I figured they were murders but I had no proof.”

“From now on if you ‘figure’ anything you tell me. Also since he didn’t appear to bother you nor did you aggravate him you will be his liaison with the division.” Lestrade told her before heading back towards the room.

“What exactly does this entail?” Roslin asked, curious.

“You will call him in for cases and you will get to deal with him during investigations.” Roslin nodded her head and followed him back into the room.

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