#unfortunately i did not like the movie very much... didnt read the book it was based off but i sense it was mb not a good adaptation
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they had daniel craig fuck so nasty on screen in that movie genuinely i felt the whole cinema bracing to see Hard Cock
#unfortunately i did not like the movie very much... didnt read the book it was based off but i sense it was mb not a good adaptation#like i didnt fully hate it but the pacing alone was a big miss
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im actually not the most gigantic fan of the wizard of oz MOVIE, not because its bad or because of the bts abuse or whatever else. to me i just dont really like it.. being a musical i guess? NOW HOLD ON WAIT because the songs are great and i adore the choreography but. like i was watching it and i was like Man the dialogue and movement of the characters (outside of song) seems really unnatural and dramatic I Wonder Why. at first i was like well its 1939 what do u expect and then i remembered that its a musical and thats just What Musicals Are Like. gotta play it all up for the stage cuz ppl cant see in depth facial expressions yadda yadda yadda, i just dont really like it as much when translated to screen a lot of the time. which is weird because theatrical stage acting translated to screen is the exact reason WHY i like robert sean leonard's acting, though theres a big difference between wilson theatrical and dorothy theatrical. like the stage acting experience made rsl's facial expressions and mannerisms MUCH easier to read, but its played up tenfold in oz where Yes i can tell exactly what each character is thinking, but there arent as many nice lil subtleties. anyway i wish i liked that theatrical style of film more bc i feel like im missing out and now im just land locked to like.... rocketman? i guess? im just not a big musical person in general, especially not musical theatre, again not that i dislike it i just feel like the theatrics ruin my immersion unfortunately
the dialogue specifically in the book is very touch and go for me tbh. its very simple, which is expected from a children's book written in 1900, but i feel like its repetitive almost? not as in the characters say the same thing all the time, but the way they say it is the same thru the whole book. in moderation its fine and again this is very trivial, but i can only take so much
"i must blah blah blah blah blah, for i blah blah blah blah blah"
there's a lot of for's which i find endearing on its own but not when its said 50 monillion times. however the illustrations are the cutest sweetest little things in the universe let me show my favs





do you understand. do you understand why i love book dorothy so much. SHES JUST A BABYYYYY!
also also tin man lore goes crazy! he used to be a real guy and he fell in love with this munchkin woman, but didnt have the money to marry her, so he worked real hard chopping trees (woodsman) to get the money. for whatever reason that i dont actually remember, he pissed off a bad witch (i dont remember if it was east or west but i believe east) and got cursed to keep CHOPPING OFF HIS DAMN LIMBS bc her ass really did not want him to marry his lady. anyway he kept chopping off his limbs and this tinsman was like I Will Replace Them With Tin so he DID. after all his limbs got replaced he chopped off his HEAD, got that replaced with tin, THEN CUT HIMSELF IN HALF and got his torso replaced as well. after he no longer had his old body, and therefore his heart, he lost all his love for the munchkin woman. THATS WHY HE WANTS HIS HEART BACK HE WANTS TO LOVE HIS LADY AGAIN!!!!! but she doesnt get mentioned again so that kinda sucks tbh....
i have redesigns of all the characters as well as plotline edits and stuff in my mind but im more than likely not gonna do anything with em so ill post what i said to monty here





idk i rly like the wizard of oz and im excited to read the other 4 oz novels i have in this book AND THEN I ALSO HAVE WICKED im gonna read wicked after too. i know the wicked book is supposedly kinda freaky (idk in what way everyone been really vague when i asked) but im a full grown adult so i can handle it. but im mostly just excited to see all the cute illustrations in the rest of the book
#desire mona#media#yeah tjank u for reading if u do#i have a lot to say and montys busy so#thoughtsing
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Thoughts regarding the Scifos
i felt like gathering some ideas that ive had and discussed with people in the past, combining them with what we have available from the novel translations of dnk. it'll be under cut for if you havent read the novels yet and/or havent finished tov.
this goes without saying, but obviously since this is all found within side content and not in the game directly, this doesnt mean its 100% canon. its only canon to a person if they choose to believe it!
also. this is all speculative so do keep that in mind!
but i want to take note of how much flynn's parents' influence (in the brief time they've spent with flynn) could be felt on him. obviously, this wont be an ideal look at it, as writing and ideas about flynn's parents wasn't a thing in the game, and instead started with the first strike movie (unfortunately, some plot points contradict with things within the game. this is not the post to talk about that though). flynns past is explored further in the novels, which released around 2015/2016
firstly, it would be good to try gather whatever confirmed info there is on flynn's father. flynn's father in dnk doesnt even have a name attached to him! but i decided to stick with the name we get in first strike: finath scifo. for starters, let's stick with only the information from the novels.
it's heavily implied that the scifos all come from the citizen's/public quarter. finath's death was enough of a blow to norein and flynn that they needed to part with their former lives and move to the lower quarter. with how sickly norein is shown to be, it becomes apparent to me that finath was the sole breadwinner of the family. you could argue that he probably wasnt a very important position of a knight too, since becoming a captain is pretty hard. (flynn is the spiders georg of knight promotions) hence, finath probably wasnt even that rich (but still doing fine when compared to the lower quarter residents). if he didnt earn much to begin with, then it would make sense why norein had to resort to selling most of her and flynns possessions and move out.
as to how he must have been as a person... clearly, his own sense of justice affected norein enough for her to wish to follow the same principles, even if it meant her death. the question i want to pose though, how much of his sense of justice can we infer? was he actually against people stealing? how much of his worldview has influenced flynn in the novels?
with how flynn seems to act about the dark wings in the novels, its possible to say yes, finath was against stealing. but even then, i cant find myself saying this with complete certainty. this is because norein makes the choice to not drink the panacea, and it's already been years since finath's death. i feel her memory of finath and the choices she makes must have been motivated by her own mental state, too, besides finath's morals.
when it comes to flynn, finath actually started teaching his son swordsmanship before age 7. historically speaking, trainings for knights in noble families started from age 7, when the child is considered a page, whose job became to serve the senior knight, as well as learning swordsmanship. with flynn even having a book on techniques that he continues learning diligently from, its apparent that finath had ambitions for flynn to follow in his footsteps. i feel i could argue this could also be part of the reason why flynn is so adamant about not besmirching techniques for the knights, and why he chides yuri about it (both in the novels and in the game). by doing the same techniques, it's like flynn is able to honor his father's death, even if knighthood itself is a sore spot for him at the time.
i also want to note the words norein uses in her posthumous letter to flynn: [source from this chapter]
You may not be able to understand the choice he made, or the choice I made, right now. I’m sorry for not being able to stay by your side until you did. Even so, I still hope that you will understand one day.
(emphasis in bold by me)
once again, it all comes back to choices and living (or dying) by them, a central theme of vesperia!
the wording here is fascinating, as we never quite get an explanation as to how finath died in the novels.
but ultimately, it was still a choice he made that lead to his death. norein probably knows how finath must have perished. does flynn? with how dodgy he is on the topic, it could be argued for either way. in my opinion, with how the novels follows flynn's perspective sometimes, it doesnt seem that bit in particular turmoils flynn. it makes me think he is probably aware of how finath died, but simply hasnt been able to fully come to terms with it (much like how he later struggles understanding norein's choice to not drink the panacea)
i feel like such an honesty on how and why both his parents died is a double-edged sword for flynn. while he is able to know the truth, it also makes him close off with his thoughts at his lowest. granted, this isnt fully visible in game, but id argue its one of the possible reasons he spends so much time coming to terms with different things and ruminates about it even when in the party (such as yuri's killings). in fact, in-game, he takes alexei's betrayal pretty badly, still wishing he could understand why alexei made this choice even in the latter's boss fight, much to yuris surprise!
let's move on to norein for now. we know she is sickly, and it's clear that she hasnt been the same since moving to the lower quarter. flynn tends to her on many days, and she requires his help on many things even as he is young. she's made the hat for flynn in the past, but you never find her making anything similar again. if she had any particular interests and passions, finath's death took them with him.
it's when she is able to teach the lower quarter how to read that she briefly regains a spark of life, and a purpose to do something. and when she is hit with the (presumably aer-related) sickness, she sinks back to how she'd been. she refuses the panacea from jiri, because it meant going against finath's ideals, and chose to die.
it's easy to infer that she was an incredibly depressed woman. and when she was hit with such a deadly sickness, i think she was simply waiting to die from it. obviously, it's a painful and a pretty terrible choice to have, especially as she does ultimately leave her son all alone. on the other hand, she believes flynn wouldnt be alone in the community of the lower quarter. its hard to completely rationalize her choice, as it all seems motivated by her own mental state. such as the fact she may also display some form of self-deprecation? how low would one have to be doing to think their child will be ultimately alright after their death?
what does all of this say about flynn later on? you see this as soon as chapter one of the novel. he doesnt wish to be a trouble for, or have his negative feelings be known by his mother. he puts on a smile, and isnt entirely honest with her when the other boys pestered him. he goes for the river escapade for his mother's health's sake, and not for any other known reason.
even when she dies, flynn is never able to get out of that behavior. as is noted in the last chapter for part 2, it's like he had no desire for anything. this was said about him not spending money, but this line seems to ring true about flynn throughout the novel. this is obviously due to the grief he's been dealing with, but it's also indicative of something flynn struggles in the future too. he is never able to be a very selfish person. arguably, when he expresses selfishness, it actually ends up causing some things to go differently (such as when he insists going with the party to baction rather than lead his brigade up until the heracles scenes) (or how, arguably, his own insistence to learn knight techniques evolved into norein willingly teaching literacy to the lower quarter residents)
especially in his position as a knight, taking any time as distraction even to speak to yuri for a bit costs him valuable time. this is already an issue when you become a captain of the knights, but its even further amplified when its an issue flynns been dealing with since childhood.
but when it comes to it, it seems to me that there have been some vague attempts for flynn to stop concerning himself with knighthood, from noreins end. i dont mean it in a "she was against it", but in a "she didnt encourage him" way. for one, flynn didnt have his first sword back for quite some time, until chapter 3 of part 1 in the novels when he and yuri bought it back. so he wasnt able to train with a sword by looking at his manual. and yet, the manual was the single thing flynn had left of knighthood and of his father.
finally, i want to invoke the reason the first strike movie gives for finath's death, and how it may have affected norein and flynn.
(this is incredibly speculative)
the movie says finath "disobeyed orders". for a knight who seems to have had astrong g sense of justice that affected both norein and flynns sense of right and wrong, it makes one wonder:
a) was he truly uptight about morals, and made an exception that resulted in him dying?
b) or was he more lax with strictness, but thebreader is getting a warped sense of his views through norein in the novels? a more back or white reading of his views, as opposed to nuance?
when norein declined the panacea, was that her way of affirming finath's morals when he didnt at his death? was the memory his family has of him sculpted into an ideal, rather than remain that of a person they knew?
we dont even know his name in the novels.
when looking back to the game, flynn is textually treated as the shining light of the imperial knights, and the light to yuris dark. yuri also has, by act 3, put him on a pedestal, undermining the equal standing they otherwise are shown to have in game. because yuri thinks too little of himself as a person, and thinks flynn of more than simply the person he calls his best friend.
and ironically enough, flynn in his youth makes the choice of sticking to knighthood, and ultimately, sticking to his beliefs. in the future, its a path where he has to numb down most of his desires for the sake of following his principles. he unknowingly may have made the choice of sacrificing his selfishness.
for his beliefs, finath had made a choice that resulted in the separation from his family. for her beliefs, norein forgot all that she had to live for, and gave up.
is it for a similar reason that flynn doesnt protest his commandant position? (there are hints that the commandant position broke alexei, after all)
...here is a final thought to chew on in regards to finath. stage play spoiler. its in rot13 cypher:
va gur fgntr cynl, gurer vf n fprar jurer nyrkrv naq sylaa gnyx. va gung fprar, nyrkrv zragvbaf sylaaf sngure, juvpu gryyf gur nhqvrapr gung nyrkrv xarj svangu.
i wouldnt take the bit itself too seriously, as, again, its not something stated in the original source material, but it opens room for speculation, so i figured it can be shared
#not kidding. this is rambly and indulgent on my end#woe tovposting be upon ye#tales of vesperia#flynn scifo
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nine eight people you would like to get to know better
ahhh thank you @elmelloill for the tag, i am so excited to have a chance to do a tag game again. hm, not unlike lev's sentiment, i feel like i know most of the people im gonna tag but i want to share in the fun :D you don't have to and if i didnt tag you but you still wanna do the thing then!!!!!! do it!!!!! (i couldnt think of 9 people im SORRY) @knightofkestrels @feelingwhimsy @whatnowllamapeople @jess-jessitiz @here-queer-jointpain-severe @sevennbees @imthepunchlord @kerrtesy
a lot more than three ships: UH hm. let me think
so technically (aside from catboy ot3) all ships are rotating in my brain at all times, and it kind of depends on what thing i've become re-obsessed with at any given moment. i am on a duo of fire emblem and ace attorney eras all over again, so chrobin (both robins), ike/soren and klapollo are all on the brain. also ryukita for persona 5 since we started replaying that one recently. also flynn/yuri from tales of vesperia bc they're a very fun dynamic i like chewing on. rowan/graha/estinien just. lurks at the back of my mind at all times klhgkjh
first ship ever: percy/annabeth from the pjo books, i think? thats the oldest i can remember, bc i got into the series in middle school. for other not-first ships, i think roughly around then i was also just dabbling in ds games of all kinds. i definitely read the pokemon special/pokemon adventures manga and shipped red/yellow, and then protag/keith in the second pokemon ranger game. i wrote....so much fanfiction back then...
last song: if we're being technical it's a lofi mix i have on for work (link to my work playlist here if you want it) but otherwise, it's been XIV/genshin/star rail OSTs and a mix of ok goodnight/casey lee williams the edge and fall out boy's so much for stardust album, though really it's the first two songs
last movie: UHHHHH i think the most recent indiana jones movie? my dad took me for my birthday last month, hehe. NO WAIT IT WAS BARBIE the barbie movie was good
currently reading: unfortunately i dont read books all that much any more, and mostly the same for fics. i guess this is the time to give me book recs?
currently watching: well, nothing really TV show wise, though i was hoping to maybe start a rewatch of the first few arcs of fairy tail. we'll see. i mostly watch youtube nowadays, and usually it's a combination of channels. playframe happens to be my favorite (nice and varied playthrough content, but also just a really nice husband/wife duo that plays things together and with their friends). i also enjoy studson studio since i want to do more diorama building and he's the one that got me interested in it :)
currently consuming: ough sweet tarts and a ginger ale technically speaking, im like a zombie at work today and hoping the sour and bubbly will keep me awake @_@ but i did have a nice yoghurt and croissant for breakfast (i promise i eat normal meals and i just happen to be snacking rn fldkjgh)
currently craving: the comfort of my bed bc i have an extremely terminal case of sleepy bitch disease
#thank you lev this was very fun ;u;#maddie babbles#i gave up on actually doing my work to do this bc i am so eepy today
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Harry Hook x Johari
*visibly shakes rust off from years of not writing* Feeling mad awkward about this one. New descendants coming out made me rewatch the other movies again and I have some silly brain worms. I didnt proof read this much at all and its very self indulgent. Cant decide on my pairings might do other characters and scenarios.
This is my oc Johari the daughter of Scar and Harry Hook. Writing his accent was the most difficult part because it doesnt translate to text very well.
The Isle was uncharacteristically quiet that night. Jay and Carlos were left to wait by the car while Evie retrieved Mal from Lady Tremaine’s and then found Ben, wherever he was.
Their former home now made them both feel uneasy and on edge. Most of the other Villain Kids weren’t ready to greet them with open arms. Every sound in the night seemed louder, the scratching skitter of a leaf on the pavement was enough to make them both jump.
Carlos gave Jay a nervous laugh and half smile. “Feels different being back home again, huh?” His gloved hands rested on the handle of the car. When the girls came back, he was more than ready to leap in and get back to the safety of Auradon.
“It’s different for sure.” Jay confirmed as he cast a glance over his shoulder. He couldn’t shake the looming feeling of being watched. It started the minute the car rolled into Isle territory past the barrier.
“When is Evie coming back with Mal? It’s been almost an hour now.” Carlos tried to hide the nervousness creeping into his voice. He could hear nothing coming from the upstairs loft. He was beginning to wonder if the two were coming back at all. Carlos always wondered what coming home again would feel like, this wasn't what he had expected and wanted it to be over immediately.
“It’s not like we can go back without them-” Jay began to protest but quickly stopped himself as the sound of footfalls echoed off the alleyway’s damp pavement. His words caught in his throat. Slowly he gave his surroundings a quick scan, unfortunately finding nothing he could use as a makeshift weapon.
Carlos almost launched himself into the car thinking it was Evie and Mal. In his book they had been there long enough and It was time to go! “There you are!” Jay greeted them brightly as he struggled to see in the still darkness.
The smooth stride of the single silhouette however told him that it wasn’t either VK. The reflection of glowing hazel eyes greeted him before he could recognize her face in the moonlight.
“Did you really miss me that much?” A bolt of electricity stabbed him in the heart at the sound of her voice. He recognized Johari’s face immediately as she came closer. The daughter of Scar. An old friend. How could he forget? Before leaving for Auradon the two of them had been close and getting even closer. In truth there had been so much going on that Jay hadn’t paid her much mind since he’d left.
“Jay-” Carlos gave a harsh whisper from the other side of the vehicle between them. “We’ve gotta find Mal and Evie and go, now! We can't just stick around and chat.” The son of Cruella gave her a cautious glance before turning back to his friend. “This is no time for reunions.” He scolded in a hushed whisper. Before the last word could leave his lips Jay was already hurtling forward, ready to sweep the girl into a tight spinning hug. Carlos gave a sigh of defeat.
A slight sound of shock left Johari’s lips and her arms remained rigid at her sides as she made no move to reciprocate the embrace. She was still amazed by his strength as her feet had easily left the ground without her even registering that fact. The daughter of the great Scar looked like a small teddy bear locked in his arms.
Jay only let go after squeezing her tightly again, as he pulled away a bright smile pulled at his features and that familiar sparkle was in his eyes. “Of course I missed you, It’s been so long!”
She wasn't hiding her sharp toothed grin now. Her eyes shone brightly in the low light. “I never thought you’d come back. She gave Carlos a cursory glance, then the car with suspicion. Johari couldn’t help herself from sounding hopeful. “You’re staying for good again, right?”
Since the others had left she dreamt often of having the other VK’s and their permanent return. The group’s public opinion on the Isle took a large hit when they’d left, Johari felt as if she was one of the only one’s on the isle that wanted things back the way they were. She was even a part of the team, or so she had thought until they left for a better life in Auradon.
Johari would often talk fashion and spells with Evie and Mal, and loved to steal and spar with Jay and Carlos. All of that quickly vanished with the other VK’s when they left. Even her place to stay was ripped away as other Villains quickly filled the void they had left behind. They stole everything of value and pushed her out of her own territory.
“About that,” Jay rubbed the back of his neck as he averted his gaze towards the ground. “Well…” He trailed off with a vague and dismissing hand gesture.
“Look, we aren’t staying. We’re here to get Mal, and go.” Carlos was curt as he jabbed a thumb towards the bridge silently waiting behind him. He knew they had left many Villains back on the Isle that would rather see them gone now that they were living their new lives in Auradon.
Before he left the Isle, she was the one person on the Isle to try to convince him that animals really weren't anything to be afraid of if you knew about them. He never listened to her back then because of his mother’s canine horror stories. Carlos only learned how right she was after they stopped talking. Yet he couldn’t be sure if he could trust anyone here as far as he could throw them anymore.
Johari’s brows furrowed at his unfriendly tone. Before she could spit anything back she was distracted by Jay taking her hands into his own. The sensation was warm and felt abrupt in the cool night air. She looked up at him, as if she could help it.
“He’s right.” Exactly what she didn't want to hear, yet he seemed so excited. He sure knew how to talk to a girl. That stung.
Johari could physically feel her heart drop. Seeing the smile on her lips falter he quickly tried to correct himself. “No no wait, what I mean is, you should come with us!”
“What?” Both Carlos and Johari echoed in unison. The two exchanged glances before Johari’s attention was back on Jay. Her mouth hung open, searching for the right words to say. “I…” she paused for a moment, seeming to almost consider the offer.
In the distance a loud ship’s horn could be heard blasting through the darkness and penetrating the thick fog. Immediately she retracted her hands from his grip, holding them close to her chest.
“I can't.” She stated simply. “You know I can’t.” She paused as she slowly began to back away.
“Why not?” Jay began to argue as he stepped forward. At first he sounded a lot more emotional than he had intended to. “You’d love it-”
“Jay. We both know that isn't true.” Joari barked his name harshly, interrupting before pressing her lips together and trying to regain her composure. Her fangs were bared, if not for the barrier he knew that her magic could rival Mal’s. The look on Carlos’ face made her heart hurt. It was one of fear and obvious distrust. They were friends not so long ago. For them it was no loss at all.
When she spoke once more she began slowly trying to keep the distance between them. “We aren't all fit to be Prince and Princesses, you should know that more than anyone.” Turning away she attempted to hide the hurt on her own face. It was the truth. The ship’s bellowing horn cut through the night’s thick fog.
Jay tried to protest but Johari wouldnt look him in the eye and barely heard his words. She continued to back away slowly until her back was against the wall. All Johari wanted now was to make up some sort of excuse to get out of there. She was blessed with the oncoming footfalls of Evie and Mal could be heard in the distance. It seemed that the two of them had mended whatever had separated them in the first place. The boys had their attention on them in an instant. As the other two came into view Johari took her opportunity to blend in with the shadows and disappear.
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Johari struggled to hide the tears that were cascading down her cheeks as her walk broke into a run for Uma’s ship. She had to regain her composure before anyone saw her like this. Especially Harry, he would never give her a break.
The two bickered often, and it got more and more intense as time went on while she stayed with the pirate crew. To her it seemed as if he had singled her out the second he could and tormented her at any given opportunity. The light teasing was now straight on bullying.
Being former friends with the Auradon kids did her no favors when it came to the other Vks. Uma was the only person to show her any sympathy afterward. The streets of the Isle were unforgiving, especially at night and since the protection of her friends and pride was gone she was a prime target. Johari still didn't believe anyone being kind to her on the Isle had good intentions. It always bit her in the end. What else could she do? Her rapid steps slowed to an end before she reached the sandy docks.
The restaurant was loud and bustling with customers and crew members alike. People spilled in and out of the saloon doors and along the boardwalk, pushing and shoving one another with no manners in sight. As was Isle fashion. Johari scrubbed the last of her hidden tears with the edge of her sleeve. She tried but her usual scowl was considerably less fierce.
A lot of Villains were out tonight, drinking, singing and fighting to their own merriment. The ship's horn sounded again, blasting over the water and crowd. Johari pretended not to notice as she tried to slide by the throng of people and towards the door.
As she passed by a nearby brawl. The drunken man that had been punched stumbled into her with drunken grace and knocked into her, throwing off her balance and almost sending her over the edge of the dock’s railing. A gasp left her lips as her arms windmilled in an effort to keep herself upright.
She was only saved by a familiar hook piercing the collar of her shirt in order to pull her away from danger. As she felt her feet return to the wooden floors she was met face to face and almost nose to nose with Harry Hook. As always an animated smile graced his lips, his overlined intensely bright blue eyes were wide. “What do we have here?” His laugh was loud and piercing. “Good thing I caught ye little kitty, it's a long way down to the water.”
“Shut up and let go of me.” Johari hissed and spoke indignantly as she pried herself from his grasp, effectively ripping the front of her already torn top in the process. Harry laughed again at watching her stumble forward when he backed away then, holding his hands up in a mocking sign of innocence. The look on his face said ‘I didn't do anything’. However the spark of mischief in his eye told her he was enjoying the moment.
He gave a fake pout, mimicking her expression as she assessed the damage. “Didn't ya hear?”
Johari’s brows furrowed in question. “The horn?” he pointed his hook up in an overly dramatic fashion as he gestured towards the boat. He repeated it again as if it was obvious.
“Uma’s been calling you.” He stepped around her slowly as her usual scowl fell back into place. There it was. Uma this Uma that. Day in, day out. It was obvious his brain was only capable of paying attention to her and finding ways of torturing Johari’s daily life as a hobby.
“Or did ya not hear it over the sound of weddin’ bells and your pretty Prince comin’ to save ye from the Isle?” Her look only became more severe as he tried to take her hands into his own, mimicking the way Jay had. Harry fluttered his eyelashes sarcastically as Johari quickly tore her hands away and bared her fangs in a deep snarl that reminded him of Hades.
“You know about that?” Her voice was sharp as he raised an arm to block the door to the restaurant. Johari was trying to duck and maneuver her way past him but to no avail. The two of them looked like they were doing an odd dance the way they were bobbing in and out of eachothers way.
“Seems ta me ya think you’re the only person out tonight, hm?” Harry sucked his teeth in a half thoughtful manner as he pretended to ruminate on the question. Johari could only glare at him. Her temper was already at a boiling point and Harry made it his goal to get on her nerves. If they weren't on the Isle she’d curse him into the next lifetime.
“You’ve missed a lot since they left ya behind, haven't you. Couldn't even stay in the group even if you tried, eh? Poor kitty isnt gettin’ her love story.” Harry bent forwards again so their faces came close as he made mock tears.
Johari pushed him away and shoved a hand in his face as she tried to shimmy past. “Oh” She scoffed in disgust as she ducked beneath him and out of range. “You’re one to talk. Why don’t you slobber over Uma, I’m sure she’d tell you anything you want to hear the way you behave like her lovesick lapdog.”
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So Uma had a hold of Ben. Johari had caught wind of the happy news on her way to what was her ‘room’, a hammock irresponsibly strung and nailed to the walls on the lower half of the ship. She had either that or the choice to sleep on the Isle streets. The real Crew members were treated to cabins and beds that were nailed neatly to the floorboards to prevent excessive rocking. She wasn’t really a part of their crew, and she knew it. Despite Uma’s welcome the others didn't see it that way. It was more than her father had ever provided for her at least.
A hopeless sigh left her lips as she recalled Jay’s disappointed face and Harry’s mocking laughter. She couldn’t go to Auradon. It was obvious that their lives were better now. Without anyone that they had left behind on the Isle in their minds. Even if she left it would still be the same feeling of isolation.A place to sleep but no real home. Auradon didn't want her, and now it was becoming more and more obvious that neither did the Isle.
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“Lapdog.” He scoffed to himself as he replayed her comment over and over again in his head. He wasn’t drooling over Uma, was he? He gave her a quick glance over his shoulder.She was in a great mood for once.
The entire bar was a rowdy mess because he had been giving out free drinks in celebration of her victory of capturing Ben. You would have thought she had the wand too with that look of sheer triumph on her face. It was a nice change of pace from her usual anger when talking about Mal and the others.
What bothered Harry the most was the fear that she may in fact, be right. Up until recently Uma had always been on his mind, and her only. He was the second in command and prided himself on that fiercely. Had he wanted more out of the situation?
Honestly he couldn’t remember anymore. Probably yes, probably no. The sloshing remnants of his drink swirled in his glass and the rest worked on fogging his memory.
Lately Johari had been occupying his thoughts.He still wasn’t sure why Uma took her in in the first place. No matter how many times he made fun and pushed her buttons to get her to leave, she just stayed in place. He was trying to bully her enough to leave in the beginning, yet to his surprise she just took it instead. There were more than a few priceless reactions he got from her, sure. Yet there was something bothering him lately.
Their banter was becoming less playful and a lot more fierce. With a last foaming sip of his drink he wondered to himself if she was beginning to hate him for real. Any normal person would by now. Maybe that was the goal in all of this. The last swig was always the worst tasting in his opinion and it went down feeling like bitter nails. He thought about spitting it at the guy next to him, just to get on his nerves.
He’d heard from Gil what Johari had been doing. Getting under her skin was always fun and that's how he got his information on her whereabouts around the Isle when she wasn’t with the ship. Why had she said no to Jay anyway? A snort of a laugh left him at the thought. Harry thought that was all Johari wanted. Everyone but Jafar’s son knew about her crush. She was technically a princess being Scars daughter and all. Why wouldn't she take up the opportunity that was what any girl wanted, wasn't it?
He laughed as a stray ping pong ball bounced off of the bar top and into his empty glass. The crowd around him cheered as it made a loud ‘tink!’ sound against the glass as it settled amidst the ice. The party seemed to rage on. There were no happier villains in all of the Isle. Uma was beaming as she announced another round as everyone continued to cheer and sloppily sing together out of harmony and sync.
Whilst drinks were being poured Uma made her way towards him looking ecstatic. Harry had never seen her smile so widely before. “Isn’t this great?” She gestured widely with her arms. “Victory sure is sweet.” Leaning back on the bar she smiled as she seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.
“Aye. You’ve got a good trump card.” Harry couldn't help but smile as he playfully waggled his hook back and forth. “But we haven't won just yet.” He had that usual flirtatious look. The one that he always had when looking at Uma, he only now realized.
There was a crawling feeling in his stomach. This was somehow different. Maybe it was watered down alcohol. Or she was right. This was one of the greatest causes for celebration in years now, he should be taking the opportunity to sweep her off of her feet like she should be. So why wasn't he?
“Have another drink. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we won't have to worry about it once we have that wand.” Without asking for confirmation on either topic she filled his glass to the point where it almost overflowed, the ping pong ball spilled out with some of the foam. It clacked onto the bar top and rolled making its way for a new destination. The both of them laughed. She could read him like a book.
“You’re right.” His smile returned as he agreed and raised his glass where beer sloshed over the side further. “Seeing you glow like this makes it all worth it.” Harry winked and all Uma did was laugh again as she continued to pour drinks for the rest of her crew. “I wont worry about it.” That was a complete lie.
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The party raged on and on above. Johari was rocked back and forth in her hammock as the music and drunken cheering continued. Her face was hidden in her hands as embarrassment was burning her cheeks.
She could be in Auradon with Jay. Living the dream she’d had for so long now. Carlos had made it clear how the others really felt though. That was why she had said no. Johari felt foolish thinking those relationships were real.
Her own father favored her older brother and left her nothing before his passing. She was barely offered a home on the Isle after the villains were sent there. Scar’s royal status was all but revoked with his passing so no one on either side cared about his offspring or their whereabouts. If was barely considered a princess in Scar’s eyes, why would Jay want her when he had plenty of real ones to choose from in Auradon?
The cheers and shanties were getting even louder now, the boat itself rocked, making her hammock tilt from side to side until she was eventually tossed out. She groaned as she picked herself up off the floor. This night couldn’t possibly be any worse. Maybe the streets were the better option. She was the lowest rank of the crew and even they were treated better. No one trusted her here. Where else did she have left to go?
These thoughts became louder as she was already ascending to the main floor, ready to make a swift exit as soon as she possibly could. She barely looked up before crashing into Harry, the drink in his hand drenching them both. “Watch it!” He hissed as the now half empty glass hung in his hand.
Harry could barely hold back a laugh at the sight of her, Johari’s shirt was torn, her cheeks were bright red and now she was soaked in beer, foam still clung thickly to her dark hair.
She wouldn't make eye contact with him, her hazel eyes were burning now. No emotions were showing on her face, she barely even looked angry. “What are you even doing here?” Her voice was low, it sounded defeated more than anything.
Johari made an attempt to push past him again as Harry leaned against the wall, effectively blocking the stairway the same way he had with the door before. “Actually, I came looking for ye.” He cocked a wide grin. “You look a mess.”
His piercing blue eyes never left her. He wondered why she had been crying, the track marks from her mascara had given her away. He’d never seen her cry. Was she even capable?
Villains don't cry. Normally he had known her as an angry and competitive girl with a mean pride. She looked far from that now as she stood small and defeated in front of him.
Harry tried to push some hair from her face, she quickly smacked his hand away. Her brows furrowed at his words. “Thanks for the compliment.” She said flatly. “For what?” She barked as she slowly met his gaze.
Harry was a little surprised. He’d never seen the daughter of Scar look so distraught. Was this because of what he’d said earlier? Surely the teasing today wasn't that bad. “Brought you a drink.” He said weakly as he gestured forward with the glass while wagging it back and forth, the sloshing remnants of the drink were nothing but foam now really.
He realized he may have taken things a bit far today as the look on her face didn't seem to change as he had expected at his oh so hilarious joke. That usually worked.
“Thanks.” She spoke in monotone as she ducked beneath his arm and pushed the glass away making her way up the stairs in almost one stride without paying him a glance backward.
Harry stood for a moment calculating what had just happened. This wasn’t how things usually went with a girl. “Wait- Where do ya think yer goin?” his accent became thicker as his voice rose, trying to be heard over the roar of the crew. He ran after her, pushing past anyone that got in his way. There was a bit of a drunken domino effect as he made his way to the door.
He barely made it before he caught up to her. “I said wait!” He was out of breath and had her cornered at the edge of the docks. His arms were pinned on either railing caging her into a corner. A storm was brewing now, the air was thick, humid and heavy, the wind whipped against the water, sending spray after spray onto the docks. The ancient wood creaked angrily as the waves below began to churn.
“Where do ya think yer goin’? Ya know you can’t make it to Auradon, especially now.” Harry gestured wildly to the storm as if she hadn’t noticed it. “Is the crew not good enough for ya anymore?” His tone was getting more and more bitter as he gestured towards the rest of the ship and its crewmates. “You're just throwing all of it away for what- Goodness classes and a pretty prince? Uma gave you a place here!”
Johari raised her head to look at him slowly, a defiant look pulled at her features. “I don't belong here. You’ve made that very clear since Mal and the others left!” Her voice rose against the howling wind.
The heavy rain was starting now, coming down in wide pellets. They were both soaked now, a heavy rumble sounded in the distance. The storms on the Isle were always viscous, the barrier kept magic and bad things in. Any and all natural disasters could come and go as they pleased. Large stray waves were crashing against the nearby rocks causing rains of sea spray rocketing into the air creating a fine frigid mist. The ship was the safest place.
“You only tolerated me joining you because Uma said so. You really do hate me, Harry.” The two were so close now their noses almost touched. “You should be happy to see me want to leave.” Her accusatory words were sharp as she looked up at him.
His nose scrunched indignantly at her comment. She was pushing his buttons this time. ”Aye Maybe I do.” He agreed as he leaned in closer, making her bend backward. She held onto the railing but made no move to escape this time. Instead she gave him a push backward.
It wasn't very hard but it was a surprise. Harry stumbled a bit before he caught his balance. That lit a fire in the back of his mind. So she wanted a fight, did she?
“You admit it then.” She jabbed an accusatory finger at his chest. “Wanna know something, I'm not even going to Aura--ahh!” Johari’s words were cut off with a short scream as Harry pushed her back- this time she completely lost her balance as she was sent over the edge. It was only meant to be playful but the second it happened Harry knew it was too far. The last thing he saw was her hand desperately grappling for his as she plummeted down into the murky black water.
For a moment he was in complete shock. There was a flash and then an echoing roar of thunder. Before he knew what he was doing Harry was already running and diving off of the side of the docks to save her.
The water was frigid. It felt like breaking through a sheet of glass. The solid shock of the impact was almost painful as he broke through the dark water. It was so murky he could barely see his own hands in front of him, let alone the bottom. Where was she?
He expected to see Johari somewhere near the surface, yet there were nothing but raging bleak currents. Coming up for air he searched in every direction, the storm only became worse as he struggled in his efforts. Harry called her name until he was sure the only one that could hear him was himself.
Panic was beginning to rise in the back of his throat. His lungs were burning for air as he continued to tread water. In a last ditch effort he dove down again, deeper than before, Harry could barely see the sparkle of her jewelry in what was left of the night’s light. She was rapidly sinking. He had to act quickly.
He barely caught her wrist in time. Harry was sure he would run out of air before he got them to safety. It was a miracle when he finally felt air hit his lungs again. Johari was dead weight as he struggled to pull her to the safety of the nearby beach with him. Her face was ghostly pale and she was morbidly still. She wasn’t as much of a threat this way Harry noticed. He wondered if she was ever really one at all. Regret sat in his stomach like a heavy rock.
He always said he didn't care that the others left for Auradon. That much was true. He didn't really have hard feelings against Mal and the rest. Yet he used his pent up anger against the VKs for hurting Uma into making Johari pay for the mistakes they didn't know they made. He fucked up. Johari was the only one in their group left behind. He didn't let her forget it either.
It seemed as if it was done on purpose. If he didn't know any better he would have said it was intentional on the other Villain’s part. The difference between mean and truly evil as Maleficent would say. Harry struggled to catch his breath as he laid in the sand. The rain falling against his forehead was almost pleasant against his hot skin. He should have known she couldn't swim. Where did she think she was even going to go tonight?
The streets of the Isle were dangerous during the day let alone at night. She’s so small..He thought to himself. Had he really made the ship feel so unsafe? He had to admit it to himself. Even the real Newbies were treated better. Trying to push her out finally worked at the worst possible time.
“Johari?” Harry surprised himself with how hoarse his voice was. No response. He brought himself to his knees, her face was still and her face was pale. If no one knew any better they would think she was peacefully sleeping. It sent a crawling shiver up his spine. It looked like Snow White’s funeral. A glass casket wouldn’t suit her at all.
“Wake up-..please?” He only tacked on the manners as an afterthought, his voice was weak and he didn't want to spend it yelling at her again. “Ya know that none of this was supposed ta happen, I- '' He searched for some sort of an excuse but nothing came, only an odd spiral of laughter. “Ya weren't supposed to drown.” He punctuated his sentence with a wild wave of his arms as if she could see it. Could she even hear him? He sounded madder than usual, even to himself.
Thunder rumbled loudly above was his only answer, the wind howling harshly made him shiver. Far above the rock formation he could see the lights of the ship. Had they even noticed that the two of them went overboard? Probably not with the way they were celebrating.
“What am I supposed to do?” Harry carted his hands through his hair, unintentionally running bits of sand through it. Now he was continuing to talk to himself. What would he do if he were one of those stupid princes? It was more than obvious that he didn't fit that mold and never would. Anyone that spared him a glance knew that. Some part of him was both proud of that, and the other hated it. True love’s kiss didn't work that way. He was sure of it. Yet he had to try, he couldn't just leave her.
His heart thundered in his chest at the thought. It was just like mouth to mouth. No big deal.
The longer he tried to rationalize the less he got done. Agonizing over that sort of thing wasn't like him. Harry then barely put any thought into his actions as he bent forward, gently placing a kiss against her plush lips. It was hesitant and timid like a young boy kissing for the first time. Even to him it was juvenile in nature. He felt like he’d actually committed a crime he felt badly for. It felt unlike him.
There weren't any sort of magic lights or sparkles. There wasn't fanfare. No fireworks lit up the sky with wild eruptions either, only the jarring sound of thunder roaring throughout the Isle. It sounded like a groaning monster as it echoed throughout.
His bright blue eyes were wide with panic as he searched Johari’s face for any sort of movement. He felt his own heart skip a beat as he saw her chest rise and fall with breath again. Once, Twice, and then slowly her eyes began to flutter open. Harry didn't think he’d see those bright hazel eyes open ever again.
The look she gave him was one of bewilderment. She searched his face and slowly reached to caress his cheek, seeming to still be dreaming and forgetting her surroundings. Harry kept still and unintentionally held his breath. He was afraid a mere exhale would scare her off again. The fog of confusion in her eyes slowly lifted as she snapped firmly back into reality- her hand dropped immediately as if she’d been scorched. “Ha-Harry?” Johari could barely speak. He was the last person she had expected to see. She struggled to say his name before coughing- the sea water in her lungs burned fiercely.
He mustered a dry humorless laugh. “Got ya speechless have I?” Adrenaline was still singing through his veins. Harry was so excited to see her breathing again that he barely registered what had really saved her. That it had worked.
To his surprise she then wrapped her arms tightly around him, the action almost sent him toppling over before he caught his balance. He wrapped his arms tightly around her reciprocating the hug. “Thank you.” She breathed.
Her voice was incredibly soft against his ear so much so that he almost questioned if he really heard it at all. Harry hoped that she couldn't feel his heart beating so quickly that it threatened to break through his chest. He was the one to pull away first, she recoiled slowly. “I’m Sorry.“ Johari squeaked. She tucked a damp piece of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze. The man that hated her had just saved her life. “Why did you- I thought you hated me.” Johari was blinking quickly as her brain tried to make sense of it all.
Her bewilderment was rapidly turning into a feeling of sheer embarrassment. She quickly removed herself from his lap as she tried to dust herself off as she stood. It didn't help much at all really. Sand was caked everywhere on them both. A shiver tore through her body. Her wet clothing was clinging to her thin frame. She began to turn away again.
“Woah woah woah wait just a minute!” Within seconds he was on his feet again- his body wasn't letting him feel the repercussions of his actions now but it would later. “Yer still leaving?” His wide blue eyes searched her form. “You can't go.”
He was unconsciously holding her hand to keep her from leaving and as he did so he realized that he didn't want to let go. It was as if the world had shifted when they both emerged from the black sea. He now realized what was so important.
“I have nothing to stay here for Harry.” She shook her head slowly. The rain was still coming down in sheets. It seemed endless now the storm would rage the whole night through.
“You don't remember how you woke up do ye?” Something in his heart twitched at the look of bewilderment on her face. He stepped forward to gently cup her face with his hand. Johari froze.
His touch was so gentle. Her brows furrowed in confusion yet she didn't make any move to remove it. “What the hell are you doing Harry?” Her tone was once soft. Any fire she had from before was gone now.
“May I show ye? I’ll give ye a reason to stay. Please.” He watched as those pretty hazel eyes fluttered for real this time. She agreed with a slow nod and he mirrored his actions from moments before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Johari hesitated at first and it made his heart skip with the tension. She kissed him back, having to stand on the tips of her toes to even reach. It was soft and kitten-like in nature. He was lightheaded from the sensation still lingering even after it was over.
“True love’s kiss always works, remember?” His triumphant smile was dazzling. Harry laughed at his own comment. “What do ye say, would ye stay fer me Johari?” His piercing blue eyes seemed genuine as they searched her face. Was he too forward? This time he was afraid she’d run away again.
“With you?” She echoed in disbelief. Normally he’d be offended at the distrust in her eyes yet he knew he was responsible for much of her torment since the others left. She had every right to look at him that way. He hadn’t treated her the best. “You can't be serious.” She was searching for any inkling that this was another one of his games.
“‘Course I am!” He cradled her hands gently in his own. “Things will be different this time if ye come back with me, I promise.” Harry considered even begging her to come back to the ship with him after tonight.
She still looked unsure. The only thing spurring her forward and into his arms again was the nearby strike of lighting hitting a tree. Heat and electricity were both too close for comfort. “Okay let's get out of the rain, please?” He couldn't help but enjoy the way she was holding onto him this way.
The journey back to Uma’s ship was a short one but they both looked like they had been chewed and spat back out by the ocean. Sand was caked over their faces and clothes, stray pieces of seaweed clung to the edges and buckles of Harry’s jacket which he was still idly picking off.
The two resembled a pair of drowned rats. Although they both looked happy it was a jarring sight for the rest of the crew to see the two of them in such close proximity smiling.
This time it was Uma and Gil’s turn to stifle their laughter at the sight. “Looks like you two have had quite a night. What happened?” The alcohol kept the mood jovial and light, a dusting of rose rested on their cheeks and noses.
“Ye have no idea. Fill ya in on the details later.” Harry gave a sly wink Uma’s way as he ran a hand through his sand caked hair.
“But before that though yer comin’ with me.” He pulled Johari close. She gave a small squeak of surprise still unused to this side of him. “Let’s get to my room and get this sand off.” Harry’s whisper was soft and it made a heavy blush form on Johari’s cheeks.
“Never thought I’d get to see that look on yer face.” Harry leaned in close, almost ghosting his lips over hers. “Gonna make any other cute faces fer me?” He teased.
Johari smiled and again gave him a playful shove. “Oh, watch your mouth. Or I’ll curse you.” Her frisky tone said otherwise as she curled a finger around his hook and pulled him towards the stairs with a ‘come hither look’ in her eyes. It made his heart flutter. Maybe someday he’d let her.
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TWILIGHT META FROM THE HP META BLOG? the twilight x hp fans phenomenon... ever since the dawn of time... but yeah twilight is fucking insane innit. i have so many thoughts as someone whose favourite twilight book is the illustrated guide LMAOO
in Carlisle's case, being a vampire hunter makes him resistant to the pull of human blood.
i think its supposed to be his, uh... compassion and possibly willpower that allows him to resist the pull. hes just built different
He falls in with the main vampire governing body in Italy, with what I have to assume is a very useful skillset, since their thing is hunting down rouge vampires. Also, having a vampire who is good enough around blood to be a doctor must be extremely useful when it comes to sourcing blood/victims.
okay i started typing stuff but then i remembered you only mentioned watching the first movie so idk if youre planning on reading/watching the other books, but it is revealed later how the volturi [is their coven name even revealed in the first book? its probably on the wiki anyway] source their victims. unfortunately no carlisle isnt very useful so hes really just their guest. aro's guest specifically. i think everyone else was just like "ur a weirdo but aro likes you so i guess you can stay"
at some point has a falling out - not sure exactly what the catalyst was there
this is really funny by itself. no i dont know why the so-called vegetarian vampire might not get along with/want to stay with a normal vampire coven who eats humans
(Do people ship him with Aro, the touch-telepath vampire leader???)
wow i actually mainly follow two other hp/twilight meta blogs who make it seem like aro/carlisle is quite the rarepair but ive never personally checked the stats. but yeah they really have some roommate energy going on. as livrelady says, "Aro/Carlisle feels very much a one way street to me". especially as the series goes on. hoooo boy
So... does this mean she and Carlisle knew each other before he turned Edward? Is she a mind reader the way her son is, and just pulled the knowledge out of his head? Does Carlisle have a thing for telepaths????
yeah i guess you could say she and carlisle knew each other, in the sense that carlisle was like. her doctor. treating her for the spanish influenza. she didnt meet him on her deathbed presumably sdkjhgsdkg
though ive actually never considered whether his mother might be psychic. its possible since there is at least one instance of someone whose relative has a similar "ability", only half-baked... vampirism is supposed to "enhance" it though so edward was just supposed to be. really intuitive as a human. which turned into actual telepathy. his mother mightve just been very intuitive as well. fully-fledged abilities dont seem to exist in humans except in alice's case
I have to assume their relationship has… a lot going on, since Esme totally remembers the handsome young doctor she met when she was 16, and has a kind of fixation with him. Considering the suicide was the result of the death of a child and an abusive marriage… she almost certainly regards Carlisle as some kind of savior.
im so amused because the books gloss over this so much that kid me totally did not even think about it any deeper. like yeah the guide essentially says this but 11yo me was really like "ok cool theyre married! im sure theyre perfectly normal" and the books do act like they are normal but yeah if you think about it any deeper youre like Hm.
And like, Edward was 17 when his mother died, he remembers her *just* fine, so it's not like Esme is ever going to be a mother replacement. Would love to know more about what their relationship is like.
tbh i feel like edward has sort of... made peace with his mothers death? im pretty sure he thinks of esme as the perfect mother archetype (kind, caring, sweet, etc) so idk about replacement but i think hes fine treating her as a mother. and their relationship... hahaha... i have yet to read midnight sun (twilight from edwards pov) but from what i hear... shes very... very indulgent to him...
So it's honestly very similar to the relationship between Carlisle and Esme, only gender-flipped.
this is wild i never thought about it that way but youre so right
(Is this a common take in the fandom? Because Rosalie and Carlisle seem like *very* similar people. They're the ones who seem to dislike their vampiric natures the most, they have a body count, they both were violated/murdered. They want children, and love that they can 'save' their innocent partner in a slightly parental-coded way. They're also the two platinum blondes. Is that why Carlisle turned her? Did she remind him of himself?)
hm well most of these similarities only arise after shes turned so i doubt he turned her because of that. it was probably just because he felt bad that she died so horribly. (and yes, i guess a little because he wanted to matchmake but i like to give him some leeway and assume it was just an offhand thought like "damn edward must be sick of thirdweeling me and esme maybe he'd also like someone to spend time with") also i think edward probably hates his vampiric nature the most out of anyone in the family lol hes always talking about how his soul is damned and hes a monster and he cAaNt SubJEcT BeLLA tO THis and the whole time shes like please turn me right now please please please 😭 carlisles probably made a bit of peace with it...
on body count: whether carlisle killed anybody as a human is up in the air, i think its only confirmed that he definitely killed less than his father, idk if it was zero. and yes rosalie did kill her rapists after turning, but funnily enough, of the whole coven they are the only two to have never eaten a human. everyone else has had slipups, and edward went on his little batman spree, but theyre the only two who have never drunk human blood (rosalies actually insane for that because she killed her rapists as a newborn who notoriously have much less self-control!!)
rosalie wanted children for sure but i dont think carlisle did. he just wanted companionship after being alone for years and it just Accidentally became a whole family lol. "saving their innocent partner in a slightly parental-coded way" is so 😭 i mean i guess that really did happen and dgmw that does sound interesting in a messy way but i feel like theyd be fairly normal about it
but he definitely attracted the interest of at least one coven of vampires, who were threatened enough by *something* that they weren't able to finish killing Carlisle. (like I doubt Carlisle was in the state to escape a vampire at the time...)
i think it was just one vampire! after carlisle took over the witchhunting job he (unlike his father) managed to find evidence of vampires in their area and so they went hunting. i think he was probably the first or one of the first to be attacked, so the vampire didnt have time to drain him because he got distracted/attacked by the rest of the hunting party. and then idk i assume the vampire got too full or just like. forgot about him lol.....
geez that was a lot of yapping. ive always loved the twilight like... worldbuilding... like wdym these vampires have psychic powers forget the romance i would like an adventure story??? not sorry to say the guide is my favourite because i got to read about all the other side characters' backstories and powers loool
the life & times of Carlisle Cullen
So how come I was not aware that the Cullens' backstory is like... INSANE? Sorry if this is all an extremely cold take buuut... I've been on a vampire movie kick lately, my sister and I just watched Twilight... and we had questions. I did a deep dive on the wiki, and like... is there some seminal fanfic I don't know that dives into this?
Because like. Okay.
Mid 1600s London. Carlisle is a son of a vampire hunter/witch hunter. Gets turned into a vampire, and runs away because he knows his father will kill him. The lore in the Twilight universe is that whatever your main *thing* was during your human life gets buffed into your extra vampire superpower... and in Carlisle's case, being a vampire hunter makes him resistant to the pull of human blood.
He falls in with the main vampire governing body in Italy, with what I have to assume is a very useful skillset, since their thing is hunting down rouge vampires. Also, having a vampire who is good enough around blood to be a doctor must be extremely useful when it comes to sourcing blood/victims. Carlisle hangs out with them for a good chunk of time, but at some point has a falling out - not sure exactly what the catalyst was there, but they *definitely* have history.
(Do people ship him with Aro, the touch-telepath vampire leader???)
So Carlisle goes to America, ends up in Ohio in 1911, where he meets the (teenage, human) Esme, fixing her leg after she falls out of a tree. Then in 1918 goes to Illinois, meets Edward (nee Masen) and his mother Elizabeth, both dying of Spanish flu.
Elizabeth 100% knows that Carlisle is a vampire. Which is wild. She also asks him to turn her son: "You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward." So... does this mean she and Carlisle knew each other before he turned Edward? Is she a mind reader the way her son is, and just pulled the knowledge out of his head? Does Carlisle have a thing for telepaths????
(I have decided I do ship Carlisle/Aro. And possibly Carlisle/Elizabeth Masen. Will check AO3 after to see if this is a thing.)
So Carlisle, who is 270ish at this point, ends up with a 17 year old psychic Edward, in kind of Cosette situation. They travel around for two years before running back into Esme, now 26 and in the hospital after a failed suicide attempt. Rather than let her die, Carlisle turns her. I have to assume their relationship has... a lot going on, since Esme totally remembers the handsome young doctor she met when she was 16, and has a kind of fixation with him. Considering the suicide was the result of the death of a child and an abusive marriage... she almost certainly regards Carlisle as some kind of savior. *Edward* is her contemporary though, since he's only six years younger. And like, Edward was 17 when his mother died, he remembers her *just* fine, so it's not like Esme is ever going to be a mother replacement. Would love to know more about what their relationship is like. Honestly though, these kind of odd, ambiguous ties are what I want from my vampire media.
Carlisle, Edward, and Esme travel together for about twelve years. Then in Rochester New York in the early 1930s, Carlisle finds the 18 year old Rosalie, gang-raped by her fiancée and his friends, and left to die. Carlisle turns her, but Edward is unhappy with this decision, as he interprets it as Carlisle trying to match-make. (And like, read the room Carlisle, come on.)
Rosalie goes and revenge-kills everyone who raped her while wearing her wedding dress. Then she skips town with the Cullens.
Two years later she finds a young man in Tennessee who's just been mauled by a bear, and wants to turn him because he reminds her... of her old best friend's son. She carries him back to Carlisle, who seems to be (ironically) uniquely good at turning humans into vampires, because he won't accidentally drink too much blood and kill them. Carlisle turns Emmett (he is the sire of all the Cullens so far) but Emmett... seems to regard Rosalie in specific as his guardian angel. So it's honestly very similar to the relationship between Carlisle and Esme, only gender-flipped.
(Is this a common take in the fandom? Because Rosalie and Carlisle seem like *very* similar people. They're the ones who seem to dislike their vampiric natures the most, they have a body count, they both were violated/murdered. They want children, and love that they can 'save' their innocent partner in a slightly parental-coded way. They're also the two platinum blondes. Is that why Carlisle turned her? Did she remind him of himself?)
Anyway, two years later, Alice tracks down the Cullens with her psychic powers, Jasper in tow. Alice can see the future and Jasper can manipulate the emotions of the people in whatever room he's in. So they're both insanely powerful, and fleeing bad situations. Jasper is also considerably older than most of the coven. Edward, Esme, Alice, Rosalie and Emmet were all born within 15 years of each other, Jasper is fifty years older. He is of course still 200 years younger than Carlisle, and much worse at controlling his bloodlust, so Carlisle gets to remain the unquestioned leader.
And this is the situation that 17 year old Bella Swann walks into, wearing her long khaki skirt??
#i wouldve rbed this on my twilight blog but since this came from a hp meta blog ive rbed before...#twilight#meta#twilight meta#i actually have some twilight wips from years ago.... i should revisit them#replies
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To give you a short while to relax, let me tell you a story on how I got into the deep deep deep rabbit hole of fucked up romantic fiction 😀
So I loved to read story books when I was around 4-5th grade. I was good with my english for a country that doesn't speak it much (philippines) and joined several writing and reading contests and spelling bees.
But all the books I read with thin and colorful and had pictures, I wanted something large and thick(lmao) and tons of complicated words to practice with. And my grandma at the time had her own little library in her house and she would give me access on tons of books, she didn't say anything about me reading murder mysteries and horror genres... But what intrigued me, was this one book.
I forgot what the title was but it had a mature warning in it with sexual and horror themes. I was so fucking innoncent at that time cause i didnt know what the word sexual meant and at this age my mind could visualize shit better than other kids *cough* maladaptive daydreaming *cough*
The plotline was about a female detective in the 1950s and when solving for a case she always senses someone was following her and thinks it was the suspect of the crime she was trying to find answers to. It wasn't the suspect unfortunately, but a stalker who yanks his meat whenever he hears the detectives voice on the radio.
And OH MY GOD. Something horrible sparked in me. It was two things, one, gay awakening cause the detective was a total girlboss, and second, my obsession with problematic men. I couldnt understand the hanky panky scenes BUT THE WHISPERING AND THE TENSION BETWEEN THESE TWO OUTSIDE THE HANKY PANKY MY GOD
I read that for two years until I discovered yanderes, otome sims, fanfiction.net, wattpad and ao3 but durring those years i had forgotten about the book's title.
And i wanted to find it but unfortunately grandma passed away due to old age in 2020 and her house was in a custody battle between my dad and aunt because grandma never put who would inherit the house in her will. Just divided some fortune between children and grandchildren.
It was also in the will that I would get all of her books (and her amoire that I used to play dress up in and various handbags which was very slay because she had taste 💅) but it wasnt all of the books.
I knew because she had more than two boxes worth of it. She had a bigger collection than any of her friends and coworkers back in the 1960s, her mini library was filled to the brim with books, not a shelf with a single crevice,but all I recieved were 57 books. Her murder mysteries and erotic novels but I never found the one that got me into the rabbit hole..
And the end. Hope you enjoyed :) tell me if you want a vague description of the book cause I read most of it and some lines definately be fic material 👀
Sincerely- Murder Mystery (MM) Anon, a follower since your first work
First off, I love how your grandma nutured your love for reading. My mom did the same for awhile until I had books like fucking everywhere in my room. Though I find a little odd, she would let you read a book like that 👀 or maybe she didn't know, and that's why you didn't get it as an adult?? I kinda wanna know now lol
Also, I didn't get into creepy stuff till I was in my teens (I'm calling myself out and saying creepypasta oop). Like legit when I was younger, my mom put on 1968 Night of the Living Dead movie on me and my brothers request claiming "we were old enough." I stayed up all night that night watching outside my widow cause I knew for SURE zombies were gonna rise at any moment. I also could not listen to any metal music....I was a very scared kid....
I didn't get into erotic literature until I was sixteen or so. I can't think of an incident that stands out because, really, I didn't know anything and just read basic shit. If it had extra tags of kinks and shit I didn't read it.
I thought I would share a bit of myself since you were nice enough to share about yourself, but I would like to hear about this book! Maybe it will give me some inspiration 💕
Oh! And that last bit about your being around since my first fic astounds (in a good way!) me but makes me happy. Thank you, love 💕💕💕
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hello! i hope your day is good :) question? i just re-read annihilation and i know the movie is way different but would you still recommend it to someone who loves the book? your art of it from ages ago is what made me want to read it in the first place and you made it seem so lovely
hi :-3
oh ya i would recommend it very much, its different but also vry good. it has much more of a concrete escalating plot, i think, in some ways, like its been adjusted for mainstream film a lot, way less vague and characters are named etc.. but its really really good. even if you dont like the plot change watch it for the soundtrack and visuals (the translation of area x onto screen is top tier, so many rly good mutated strange things and all the refracting light). also, im not super keen on the biologist being named tbh, but i kinda do love the other women on the team, like josie and anya :'''')
the main problem with the movie is, unfortunately, whitewashing.. the director says that since the second book wasnt out yet (where we learn what people actually looked like bc the biologist never tells us) when he was writing the script, he didnt know. which is a bit ???? idk why didnt you ask jeff vandermeer who was writing the books? idk, i guess he was involved at all? but, i think probably they got natalie portman during casting and wanted a famous actress, and didnt change if they did find out the biologists actual race, even tho she is definitely not east asian >_> (if you dont know, the psychologist is also meant to be half white half native american, which ventress isnt) ... idk. its, weird how the director defaulted to white tbh :/ i do think the casting for the rest of group is perfect though. josie and anya again, so good :''')
also forgive me if im misremembering, but its weird to me that they made the biologist's distance from her husband from cheating in the movie... like.?? idk. in the book she was just distant, she was called 'ghost bird' and didnt like it. they were distant because she was hyperfocused on the back lot and the rockpools and things.. idk she's just nd lol . .. . but anyway. very long answer. but, yes, i recommend it vry much. i love the soundtrack sm. also its worth it entirely for the sound/creature design for the Bear :-)
#asks#breadwarlock#im reading authority rn and its a bit :''o a! biologist!#i want to draw her but also#she's kinda faceless to me?? like a faceless narrator is how she portrays herself writing the recount the first book is#like she wants to be faceless
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You can't just drop that "I read Forces Multiplied" bomb on us and not give a ten page written reaction.
[cracks knuckles] if u insist
nicky cant drive hc: destroyed. rip. also i loved how andy and nile stole those sports cars and were being badass and driving off the bridge & meanwhile joe and nicky were just absolutely vibing in the van
'heres the thing about power: people who have it think they deserve it' [shot of police car] i see u greg
5 whole panels being dedicated to booker not being able to unlock his door. booker not even seeing noriko sitting RIGHT THERE in the window at first. incredible
noriko being 24/7 horny was surprising. like wow all of the stuff i saw she did out of context was 100% equally horny in context as it was out of context. love that for her
i didnt think the 'andy + slavery' thing was handled as badly as everyone made it out to be when telling me about it. tho from the way it was talked about i had kind of figured the conflict between andy and nile re: slavery would be really racially charged (esp considering nile is a black american and would obvs have Thoughts on the subject in that regard) but like,, done in a cringey 'a-white-guy-obviously-wrote-it' kind of way? but it wasnt that. i mean. it makes sense that andy would be implicit in slavery through the years
i mean, like she says, is that not what people just did to each other in the aftermath of battles for thousands of years? and i really like how its pointed out that it was what she was raised with (in the beginning when you see her put shackles on that guy after the battle) but she also accepts responsibility for it and acknowledges that it was wrong and not just 'what people did'.
i like how from her expressions you can kind of tell baby andy knew it was off but she sets those feelings aside bc she felt angry. it explains how she felt but didnt make her out to be blameless in it. plus i mean. i dont know, the fact that andy was involved in a lot of morally shady stuff for 7000 years is not that wild for me. if you live that long youre just Going to be involved in some shit, and she didnt even have other immortals with her as positive community influences, she literally just did whatever the fuck she wanted for thousands of years
'i was worshipped as a god once' i mean, yeah no shit she wouldve been involved in some seriously fucked up stuff, gods were fucking scary back in the day
tldr it could use some polish but it wasnt that bad
tho everything people said about moose being boring was unfortunately a little true. sorry king i tried to be interested in you
joe and nicky writing verbal fanfiction about nile and moose was iconic. 'you seeing that?' 'i am definitely seeing that'
it was also extremely funny bc that was like 60% of their contribution to the whole comic, besides kidnapping copley. they came, they wrote some fanfic, they left. kings. at least in tog1 they had an excuse to be useless bc they got kidnapped
joe just found out his old friend who he thought was dead is alive (and also probably wants to murder them) and instead of investigating with andy he stopped to help nile up. champ.
nicky shooting noriko through andy was cool. rip to the concept since it wont happen in tog2
wanna see mr ejiofor deliver this line
on that note imo copley was. weirdly enough, more interesting in fm than in tog1. to me at least. the fact that andy let him live and he was so haunted by what had happened that he came back and sought them out despite knowing they would likely kill him for it bc he wanted to not only make up for what hed done but also to tell them what theyd done for the world was admittedly more interesting than andy just kind of drafting him to the cause and him going 'okie'
i like how nicky was drawn in this one. in opening fire he looks like a blob man but in fm he looks more like a very nice grampa with a very good dye job
'theres no pain like a broken heart' andy 🥺
noriko implying andy's never drowned. .. .idk about that one, she musta drowned sometime
joe and nicky came, they waxed poetic about nile's love life, they waxed poetic about grog, and then they left.
sports bras being a reason humanity is good. i mean..... okay, yeah.
i mean. wild but you cant exactly tell her shes wrong
i liked how noriko telling andy that their purpose is to make people suffer coincides with joe and nicky finding out that they actually did good all those years
joenicky in opening fire: jail for booker jail for booker for 100 years
joenicky when copley tells them he knows where booker is: WE'LL KILL YOU WHERE IS HE
joenicky when copley comes back: if your vibes come off as even remotely rancid we Will destroy you
joenicky 2 minutes later when copley helped them find booker: he made up some ground :)))) <3 lov you j cops
theyre forgiving af
moose: how old are you?? a hundred??? a thousand???
nile [vine voice]: I M 2 7 ?
alright andy you got me there
joe texts like my aunt
i dont know why noriko drowning andy in that car tickled me. Bad And Naughty Andromaches Get Put In The Pear Wiggler To Atone For Their Crimes.
the drowning sequence was cool
copley trying to talk to andy while she was like o_o at him was great
ive hit the picture limit but id seen that panel where nicky goes 'forgive me' as he kills a guy out of context and it was HILARIOUSLY anticlimactic for me to discover that there was literally no context to it. nicky just apologizes to random people he kills. i thought that guy was someone he knew or something. nope its just Some Guy that nicky didnt know from adam
nile's complaint that andy was especially brutal to the guys on the boat... i mean. . , how exactly does one kill a man with an axe and not be brutal about it?
it was funny how noriko kissed andy and the only people who seemed surprised by that were nile and also andy
nicky and joe's complete non-reaction to finding out noriko is alive And Evil Now is endlesly funny. they just left her on that boat and neither cared. i get book and nile not caring but joe and nicky knew her, and they just have 0 input on the subject of what to do with her
pinstripe suit guy!
joe and nicky and booker packing up and leaving with nile
andy blowing up at nile was A Moment tho
i dont know, i get why people didnt like the ending but its. .. . it makes more sense in the comicverse. bc the squad doesnt really. .. interact outside of jobs? i mean, think of the moon landing story in ttt. that was booker and joe and nicky doing a job and andy only showed up a for a couple minutes after it was done. or the brunch in the first issue of opening fire. the squad arent as tight in the comic, and andy often seems to do her own thing outside of work, so andy saying 'i dont want to do work anymore' and the squad being like 'alright bye then' makes more sense in this universe than the movie one
also i feel like greg was Trying to set up a thing where nile becomes the Leader of The Squad after andy dies but like. its not very well done since. . . i mean, nile hasnt spoken to booker since opening fire, (and she only knew him A Day). and shes known joe and nicky all that time, but there isnt really anything that indicates that they have any relationship at all, much less one that's grown. in all the comicverse the only time nile and nicky speak is in FM, and in that scene nicky tells nile about noriko. nile goes from someone who needs to be set aside to have background knowledge explained to her to being the Leader of the group with nothing in between. it kind of... comes out of nowhere.
on the other hand tho... i felt really bad for andy thru the whole thing. well, i always felt bad for andy, but in this one she seemed so miserable, especially since it really felt like none of the others actually.... cared about her. when noriko came back no one asked andy how she was doing (big question ik, but it wouldve showed they cared at least), nobody ever expressed any concern for her, no one even really seemed to want to be around her. in opening fire everyone was more distant than in the movie of course, but there were little moments where she would joke with joe, or nicky would try and comfort her, or stuff like that, but in FM it really felt like they just didnt really care about her. & in opening fire it felt a lot like andy's relationship with nile breathed some new life into her, but in FM it felt like all they did was argue. i get theyre not *as* close in the comics but it really felt like the only person who cared about andy at all was noriko (which was probably also how andy felt) but it just seemed to come out of nowhere. honestly i was reading and i was honestly agreeing with andy that she might just be better off if she did just die. opening fire, on the other hand, never make me feel that way
tho everyone made it sound like when the squad split up it was one of those cursed 'the found family leaves each other at the end of the journey' tropes. but guys i mean,,, this is the second installment out of three. that isnt the End. theyll come back in the third one and Dramatically Reunite to fight some baddies (probably those 'others' noriko mentioned). im guessing yitzhak fits into that too somehow.
anyways it wasnt That Bad but it made me kind of sad and the only Sweet Found Family vibes in it were when they saved booker. also they shouldve beefed up that nilemoose romance, it underwhelmed me. 6.5/10
i also ABSOLUTELY understand all of greg's comments about how you couldnt make FM directly into a movie, he always said that it had no plot and. i get it now. it really didnt have a plot sdfghjkl
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Courtney Love chooses her women of the year, December 1993
Rare Courtney Love interview December, 13 1993
I transcribed this myself from looking at a low quality pic of a magazine page so pls appreciate it lol
Rita Bobbit, folk heroine
“Shes sort of too much of a folk heroine already, but I wanted to include her because shes so damn funny. Shes the one who cut her husbands dick off in his sleep.
“He was very abusive and mean to her, and she put up with it for years and years, and then he started beating her and cheating on bher. It wasnt so much the cheating that got to her, it was the fact that shed left her family and everything behind in El Salvador or somewhere to go and live with him in Virginia. So she got this knife while he was sleeping and chopped off his penis. Then she grabbed it, got into her little Honda with his penis, drove about a block, and threw it onto this grassy ?.
“Then she pulled over and called the cops, and said, “Ive just cut off my husbands penis, and its on this grassy ?”
“Her husband, meanwhile calls an ambulance
She didnt cut off his testicals though - just his penis. I dont know how she did it with a clean sweep because youd have to really hack, wouldnt you? She mustve been sharpening that fucking thing for days.
“I just think its funny. Im not advocating it, but I bet everyones felt like it. This story really sends shivers up mens spines.”
Susan Faludi
“She wrote the award winning “Backlash” - the most well-researched, well written piece of non-fiction Ive ever read in my life. “Its totally mind blowing, totally factual, shocking, insane, evil, and not one lie, all of it true, all of it fact checked. Shes the pinnacle of good journalism, good journalism thats not boring. Its insane and a necessity, not just for women, its a necessity for anyone who wants to learn how the media really works. It shows you how to behave in a way thats acceptable. “I have a lot of friends that had a hard time getting through “backlash” because they get angry. I have one friend in particular who refused to read it past chapter four because it was making her too angry, and she was afraid she was going to turn into “a big feminist” - her own words! No matter what your politics are, whether you agree with me or not, its necessary reading. Editors of “Select” should definitely read this book, and anybody whos a sleezy journalist or who ever aspired to what good journalism is, should read this book. “Meeting her was like meeting Elis Presley, I was for sure more impressed by meeting her than talking to Madonna on the phone about stuff that Madonna knows nothing about.”
Lydia Lunch
“Her work is incredibly neglected.
“when shes articulating about her life, shes incredibly profound and intense - shes such an inspiration because she absolutely changed her life. I would call her the worlds greatest pop song writer. In terms of ?, she takes the cake - that box set she released earlier this year is a total experience. You just loose yourself to this womans incredible wit and intelligence.
“I like her for the fact shes willing to go out into the street and cut off dicks and shoot with guns. For the fact that shes willing to be a voyeur rather than just sitting around, upper middle class, whining about the press. ”Shes populist enough both to use the media and be true to herself”
Janet Billig, Evan Dando - among others
“She was referred to in a british magazine as my human sponge and a wet nurse - which was kind of ironic because, at the time, she was doing all of Nirvanas publicity.
“Shes 23 years old, and shes probably one of the most powerful women in the music industry today at that age. She put Caroline Records on the map, she signed Pussy Galore to them, she was responsible for signing Smashing Pumpkins. Shes got incredibly good taste, she can just hear things - she (rest gets cut off unfortunately)
Tamra Davis
“She directed a hit movie called “CB4″, which is the ? answer to “Waynes World”, she also directed Drew Barrymore in “Gun Crazy” which was very good.
“Recently, theres been this spate of bad girl Hollywood scripts which I got to read the parts in. Theres a Sharon Stone cowgirl movie and a Julie Davis cowgirl movie - and there was going to be this Tarantino movie, “Bad Girls”, with Madeleine Stowe, Drew Barrymore, Andie McDowell. It was an epic movie, all the actresses got 1.5 million Tamara though, was given only 6 million dollars to make the movie with.
“One of the actresses, who I wont name, was very threatened by the idea that a woman was going to direct this movie, even though there couldnt be anyone sweeter than Tamra. They waited seven days and, on the seventh day, because of this actress, they fired her.
“Not only did they hire him for no reason, they gave him 20 million extra dollars. So he got to direct the movie the way it should be directed, because of the female actress who said “I cant be directed by another woman”
“I think its incredible the way Tamra stood up to that, and, furthermore, she doesnt have a bad word to say about anyone - even the actress who had her thrown off the movie.
Drew Barrymore
“She did these incredibly sexy Guess ads. Shes like a fat little girl, but shes sexy and just gorgeous, really sweet, obviously very talented. Im praising heer visual assets, but I just think that its cool that someone can be that sexy in an era of waifs.
“Shes sexy in an individual kind of way without being a bad role modelfor people. I think that if you want to sexualize yourself and youre of age, shes kind of scummy and sexy at the same time, shes not like a fucking candy box and shes not like a mid-western girl and shes not like Kate Moss.
“Shes every girl and shes very attainable. Shes got the same kind of everywoman assets about her like early Madonna had. Any girl can look like Drew Barrymore.”
Chrissie Hynde
“Because she was responsable for one of the most perfect rock records ever written by a woman, and is still writing music and executing it and writing the lyrics.
“She uses her sexuality in a weird way, and always has done. Like the time she posed on the front of NME in black leather with some glam rocker - back when she used to write for them in the Seventies.
“She wrote a great record and I dont give a shit about anything else”
Ellen vonUNWORTH
“Shes the worlds best photographer right now. Her rates are insanely high for a video shoot. And she does these Guess ads
“She wont work for just anyone - she doesnt like rock because it doesnt give her as much freedom as fashion. Shes not looking for grit, shes looking for beauty. Sometimes shell use supermodels, but often she uses really normal girls, normal women. Shes a little plastic but thats part of her job.
“She uses color incredibly. Shes a better black and white photographer than ?, which is saying a lot. I havent seen black and white photography like that since the early Echo and The Bunnymen NME days. Those beautiful U2 covers and Ian McCulloch covers.
Hillary Clinton
“For obvious reasons, I relate to her and Id relate to her no matter what.
“I was never more relieved in my life than when that woman moved into the white house. I just felt like things are gonna be okay now. But, although Hillary and Bill are living in the White House, the right wing re still getting on school boards and banning things like taking deep breathes before tests, because “its new age religion”. They reckon Halloween decorations are satanic, self esteem for girls is feminism, and feminisms been turned into a dirty word - rather than a state of being. Like Humanitarianism or whatever.
“I really want her and Bill to stay there because her health care system is the only thing thats going to keep this country from collapse. Shes spent 67 months on it, and I dont know why America thinks its crazy. Id be willing to, even if I was poor, pay an extra dollar.
“Its pathetic that she has to pretend that she, bakes cookies, its pathetic the way that the American public demands she submerges her intellect. She used to be one of the best yop 10 lawyers in the country.
“Her scapegoating is just a really easy media tactic, because shes an easy target.”
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me rewatching dead poets society instead of doing my assignments
i’m not sure if anyone would even care about this but i am really bored soo here we go
neil looks so down when he’s with his father stopdjejdkfjnr
poor todd got forced to stand up i would get pissed eujehd
the best preparatory school? lmfao ok.
KEATING YAY
THE PRESSURE THAT TODD HAS TO GO THROUGH I CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES HE DOES NOT WANT THIS WTF
poor kids being forced to go there
LMFAO SPAZ
i still don’t know what a stiff means is that even what he said?
OOPS LMFAO
attractive pieces of sht leaning on a door frame help
“keen.” HA
YESSIR USJSJSJ
why does meeks kind of sound like me when i meet someone new
“he flatters me.” LOLSJNDKSHSJJSKSJDC
“i thought you’d gOne.”
freaking hell stfu tom
i’ve always thought this who calls their father “sir” ???
THE LOOK CHARLIE AND KNOX SHARE HDNEJDJF
“BRAIN DAMAGE” HSMEJD
they all look so confused like same
BRO SPAZ LMFAO
their smiles are so cute awwjdnejsnjd
POOR PITTS SHJWJS
MEEKS SMILE WHEN HE SAID AN UNFORTUNATE NAME
DING
“turn cold and die.” damn that took a turn fast
caaaaaarpeeeee dieeeeeem @siezethedaypoets (sorry! sjjejs)
“that means you daLtoN” the way he says it lfmaosjjd
i thought he was gonna do history he pulled out his chem book dhjshdbd
take a breath knox damn
them just not at all understanding math is a mood
too bad :/
AWW THE WXCITEMENT IN PITTS AND MEEKS EYES
“very funny, dalton.” hehehhehehejjdjdjfjrkdn ccmv mf
AWW MEEKS
CHARLIE WTF YOU DRAWING
RIP SHRED TEAR
RIP RIP RIP
oh shit
ahh one of my fav scenes, charlie basically eating that ball of paper
i hate looking at this it’s so awkward like hello mr. mccallister
what will your verse be?
THE MASHED POTATOS
“no, keating.” LMFAO YES GO KEATING
is that stick? on the end of the table?
“don’t come please.”
“no shIt, sherlock.” HA I LOVE THIS GUY
“pittsie, cmon!” “his grades are hurting, charlie.” i literally just love this conversation
“i’ll try anything once.” “except sex!” “ha ha ha.” HSJWJJSND ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAV CONVOS
“WOMEN SWOON HA HA HA” THE EVIL LAUGH WTF SHEJJS
“CHARLIE @tellmewhytheyswoon” SORRY I HAD TO LMFAO
LMFAO SHUT UP WILL YOU
this is so chaotic and messy damn
the treatshsjdj
they’re loud asf
i wonder who’s who while they were running with the hoods
OH CRAP THE SUN IS OUT WHAT that isn’t in the movie sorry
I LOVE MEEKS AND CHARLIE’S RELATIONSHIP SM
i could never take note of the minutes when something happens how will he do that
YESSIR PART TWO
HOW DID PITTS TAKE THE OTHER HALF SO FAST
EVEN TODD KNOWS CAMERONS STORY LMFAO
LMFOA KNOX IS STARING AT THE PICTURE
MEEKS HOOO THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK
THE LITTLE BOING NOISE LMFAO WHAT IS THAT
“are you a man or an amoeba?” i’m sorry lol what the hell do you mean sjdjiend
TO WOO WOMEN
“why do i stand up here? anybody?” “@tofeeltaller” HA I LOVE DOING THIS IM SORRY
i would cry if i found out that i had to make a poem AND read it aloud in front of everyone
poor todd thougsjwhidfj
i wanna marry todd. lmfao where did that come from
RADIO FREE AMERICA
AWW THEM DANCING STFU THIS IS SO CUTE
i can’t hear the audio hellloooooojdjwksbdken
AWW we got some anderperry content here
lol i wanna wear their sweaters
:/// TODD
“no.” “no? what do you mean no?” “no.” *smirks* HAJDJDJWKNS
DONT BE IMMATURE
IDK WHERE TF THE INSTRUMENTS CAME FROM BUT I LOVE IT
the birds are so pretty
nice outfit knox
STOP STARING DUDE YOU’RE MAKING IT TOO OBVIOUS CMON
“sounds to me like you’re daunted.” JSJS
TO INDEED BE A GOD
MEEKS AND PITTS WOTH THEIR HEADPHONES ON AWW
“PUCK YOU” LMFAOAJSJJDJ
i bet todd’s poem is actually great
“the cat sat on the mat.” DNDIDHJDJDJDHS i love how keating still said it wasn’t all bad though
BRO DAMN DONT CALL TODD AND I OUT LIKE THAT
lmfao todd’s just hating every second of this
“sweaty toothed madman” i can see that too whatsbjdjdjsn
THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY POEM I EVER TRIED TO WRITE GREAT JOB TODD
NEIL IS AMAZED
when keating pushed their foreheads together wtf aww father son love typa thing that’s so cutejjedujsidj
LMFOA NO KNOX TRIPPED
YAYY GOAL
wtf this seems so fun
“your parents collect pipes? oh that’s really interesting.” LFMAOOAJSJD I LOVE PITTS
poetrusic by charlie dalton
laughing crying mumbling tumbling
DAMN HES GOOD
the little kind of aggressive hair ruffle awwjendn
OOO VOCABULARY
LMFAO THE LITTLE CHUCKLE KNOX DOES
AWW THEYRE ALL SO HAPPY FOR KNOX
THE SCARFSJJD
“exercising my right not to walk.” smartass
it’s todd’s birthday and no one greeted him excpet neil stfukqbxqbcdbkrw
the first unmanned flying desk set yes yes
THEY ALL JUST STOOD UP LMFAO
merlin knox you are DRUNK
PLEASE DONT ISTG KNOX
THATS NOT WHAT HE MEANT BY CARPE DIEM
well you’re in deep trouble now
“it’s God. he says we should have girls at welton.” as much as i love this scene what the hell were you thinking my man
i don’t get how this was legal back then. wtf is it gonna do? you’re just hurting the kids bro
the pain in his eyes stop
“@dangitneil the name’s nuwanda.” pain brokqdb jdjf
CRAP CRAP CRAP MR PERRY GET OUT
the pic of keating’s wife/gf aww
neil you’re gonna make me cry stop
that is so odd why are their lockers like connected from the left side isn’t it usually from the right?
JSKSIJDEIUWKDRUEJSJX CHRIS IS SO DONE NODKDMD
that piece of bread
THIS GUY JUST SHOVED A KID CMON KNOX
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING?”
AWW WHEN TODD MESSED UO CAMERONS HAIR
CHARLIE LMFAO I MENA NUWANDA
KNOX IS DONE W THEM TOO
chris is gorgeous omg
the snow in her hair stop marry me
“you are SO infuriating”
i hate how i’m just completely forgetting what’s gonna happen in like 10 minutes
PUCK
LMFAOTHEM HOLDING DOWN CHARLIE
“he’s really good.” AW YES HE IS FUCSHWMDMD
wait the holding hands is kinda cute thoughsjdnd
bro mr perry is making me want to kill someone maybe him
NEIL’S SMILE IMMEDIATELY WENT AWAY IHATE YOU TOM
damnit you idiot i hate you sm let your son live you bastard
sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sobs sobs sobs
merlin neil
IM JUST NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THIS YK
HA HA HA NOT CRYING
SIGHS AGAIN
DEAR LORD
NO TODD IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY TOO STOP
THEY ALL SEEM LIKE THEYRE IN SHOCK NO
damn everything
SIGH WHY DIDNT I STOP WATCHING? IDFK
“it’s beautiful.” NOFNEJWGHSGEMWGE NEED WH
KEATING NO
lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
charlie just sitting down not singing i hate this
i probably should’ve just stopped watching yk but i didn’t but that’s okay i think
i got so pissed the first time they said that they were gonna ask questions like??? did mr perry did no at all realize that it was his fault?
sigh cameron you aren’t always that bad but in this scene i loathe you
NO RICHARD
DAMNIT YOU MADE TODD SNAP
AND CHARLIE SNAPPED TOO YOU JUST MESSED UP TOO MUCH MAN
i hate how it went from a happy dark academia movie to this cmon
todd’s dad is so mean shut up he was just asking a question
it feels so sad in the room i hate it
the empty chairs pls no
keating’s little chuckle man i miss their smiles
BRO SROP THEY LOOK SO SAD TODD ISTG
*GASP OF HAPPINESS IN THE MIDDLE OF CRYING* HUHUHUH
TODD MEEKS STICK SPAZ PITTS KNOX GEORGE? HA I LOVE YALL
and we’re done. damn okay
thanks for reading ig fjdbshsbjwhdjsj
anyways i’m tired goodnight or morning or wtvr thanks! and sorry <3
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Holy shit I had a negative childhood memory somehow resurface that I reppressed for years ....
I have a horrible struggle with sharing my interests with anyone to the point of like,,, in the past I would sob or even self harm in regret of infodumping or showing someone something i liked even if they didnt have a bad reaction I was convinced they did. I've built up a lot of walls where no matter how much someone close to me wants to watch one of my favorite movies with me, I refuse because I'm too scared and insist on watching something they like instead....
A LOT plays into this I know, I was very much neglected and ignored as a child by all my caretakers but i suddenly had such a significant memory resurface i KNOW haunted me so badly for the rest of my childhood I am surprised it ever got buried....
I remember my guardian would watch his favorite movies with me sometimes. One of the things he showed me was inspector gadget. I LOVED the movie I would rewatch it a lot (which I cant remember a lick of now..). When I was little, they made an inspector gadget 2. I think i must have saw it in theaters or on tv myself first? I thought it was so good. I probably would have been like 10? Anyway I was like SOOOOO excited to show it to my guardian because we bonded over the first one
I remember bringing a DVD (or VHS? Maybe? Whatever was more relevant at the time) over and sitting down to watch it smiling the whole time. And I remember at some point in the movie, midway or less, my guardian angrily said "this is stupid. I dont know why they have to ruin things like this" an he got up and left. Didnt come back to watch the rest.
I remember staring at the screen having paused it... breaking down into tears... of course objectively I dont fuckin know if the movie did suck, but I was a kid and I thought it was fantastic. I thought it was so special that he could watch it FIRST with ME
I think that really changed me. Like, my interests were always being shot down sure, but something about that specific event.. was a real hard nail in the coffin I guess. I remember starting to make the connection with my caretakers that .. they probably hated when i played my favorite songs or read them my favorite books as they were doing dishes. And they did, I know they did very much as an adult, it just dawned on me very unfortunately as a kid that everything I liked was stupid and I what I like ruins things . And that dumb movie was probably the first time I realised all of that.
I have no clue in hell what caused that to resurface. I just ... woke up today and was grabbing my towels to shower and suddenly it happened. Maybe I had a dream? I dont know
But ... oof
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Day 5 of Halloween 2020
~Brought to you today by Admin Bomb!
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October First
Halloween. God, Bakugou couldn't tell if it was his favorite or least favorite time of the year.
No, he definitely wasn't one to wear a costume and go out trick or treating. That time was way past him and he couldn't remember why and how the hell he was able to trust getting candy from strangers. Frankly that whole aspect of Halloween seemed so hypocritical!
Every other time of the year we’re told to not take candy from strangers. Never ever once were we allowed to take candy from them. But on this specific day? Sure! Go right ahead. Infact, take candy from MULTIPLE strangers!! Nothing could go wrong with that.
The countless reports of needles being stuck in licorice and suckers already being sucked in told a different story.
And the fucking k i d s. They were so annoying. Screaming and running after each other. Throwing a fit when they didn't get the kind of candy they want or when their siblings got one extra piece. The snot and tears. It was so gross.
That part of Halloween, Bakugou said fuck off to.
However the scaring? And the terrified faces? That's something he could look forward to.
Seeing the look of horror Pikachu got when he prayed on one of his fears was so exciting. The heightened anxiety in the Yuuei hallways made for some easy targets to make scream and run away.
That, is why Bakugou liked Halloween.
“Yo Bakubro, we’re gonna head out and get our costumes. You wanna come with?” Kirishima barged into his room, flicking on the light.
“Fuck no.” Bakugou cursed. The sudden brightness was stinging his eyes, the red irises struggling to adjust to sudden change. “I already told you last week you dumbass, I don’t do trick or treating.”
Kirishima's shoulders visibly went limp, a pout occupying his lips. “Come on man, it’ll be fun. You even get to scare some little kids.”
“I can do that without the help of a costume. Now get out.”
He huffed. “If you say so, man. We’ll be back later! See ya.” And with that Bakugou's door shut with a click, the lights left on.
The blond cursed the redhead under his breath. Why was it so hard to shut off the light when they leave! He has it off every single time they open the door, so why not shut it off again when they leave!?
Bakugou got up to shut the light off, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a letter on his neat floor. When did that get there? Did shitty-hair leave it there when he left?
It was a pretty white envelope with a splotch of red to the left of the center. As he got closer he read his name in very intricate cursive. Had it not been for the date in a nice fine print, and the fact that he didn't like anyone and fully expected no one to like him back, in the upper corner he would have assumed this was an old valentines letter.
He picked it up. What the fuck was this doing here? The handwriting was very obviously not Shittyhairs. His was too rough and sharp to ever resemble something like this.
“10-1-xxxx <3 Bakugou”
Hesitantly, he turned it around and found a wax seal on the back. A simple circle, nothing more.
The letter was ripped open, the wax seal completely forgotten. If the letter inside got ripped, that wasn’t his problem. Unfortunately, the letter went completely unscathed.
He took it out and unfolded it, careful to hold it horizontally in case this was a prank gift from one of the dunces that called him his friend, but there was no such thing. Infact, the letter seemed virtually empty except for right smack dab in the middle. A small word written in what seemed to be a font designed to replicate human writing.
“Hi”
Bakugou's eyebrows crinkled. That's it? He turned the paper over, flipped it back, then turned it over once more. Nothing.
“Such a waste of fucking paper.” He muttered, crushing the note within his palm and lit off his explosions, a caramel scent wafting through the air and black smoke trailing along with it.
He threw what was left of it into his trash, dusted it off his hands, and flicked the lights back off.
Whoever wrote that letter had a pretty terrible sense of humor
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October Second
Bakugou woke up the next morning like usual. Stretch, pop his joints and spark a few explosions, then sit up and get ready for school. The letter from yesterday lingered in the back of his mind, still annoyed that someone thought something like that would even be considered funny.
How the hell just writes a tiny Hi on a whole sheet of paper. Its such a fucking waste! It was irritating him more than anything.
That's why when he got a second letter this morning, also slid underneath his door, he just threw it on his bed to be dealt with later. He didn’t need to get any more pissed off about something before going to school and getting pissed off even more. No, that can wait till after he got his homework done.
And it did wait. During the day he completely forgot about the existence of the letter. Going to classes, almost blowing Dekus face off in training, shouting at the group that seemed to be stuck to his thighs, going to more classes. Completely normal.
But when he got home and locked himself in his room to do homework and calm down, he saw the letter on his bed and immediately became pissed again.
He marched on over to it and picked it, opening it in the same fashion he did yesterday and again, the letter managed to come out unscathed.
He opened the paper, preparing to see another waste of paper. Unfortunately the universe was granting his wishes, but not to the extent he was thinking.
This time, there was a sentence, a sentence that made his heart stop for a second.
“You have lovely skin.”
What. The actual. Fuck.
Who the hell is this? Why are they talking about his skin? How do they know anything about his skin?
Subconsciously his eyes darted around him. Everything looked the exact same. He looked behind him, no one was there. But there was a nagging feeling in the middle of his back, like someone was staring there no matter where he turned.
Fuck this.
His eyes glided toward the balcony. The curtain were wide open. But they were facing the 1-B building. No one could be watching him…
The curtains were closed in a matter of seconds.
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October Seventh
The letters kept coming. Every day they got creepier. Complimenting a feature about him and details this person would only know if they got close to him.
He was losing sleep. His eight hour nights shortening rapidly to only around four hours and it wasn't consecutive.
Yesterday he became so sick of it he grabbed the five letters he had received, first still burnt in his trash can, and stomped down to the lounge room, confronting them of the letters asking whoever it was that was sending them to step the fuck up.
No one had any idea what he was talking about.
He attacked all the girls first, not physically no, but yelling at them to confess who done it. No dude in their class would have this good of handwriting other than that belly button laser guy.
But he had no idea later, saying Bakugou was not exactly his type, which he got a yelling for as well.
Todays letter… wasnt any better than the last.
"This is almost as much fun as watching you sleep."
He held the latter in his hand, not noticing the grip slowly getting tighter and tighter, and suddenly the ends were crinkled and charred, the only thing left was a single word.
Fun.
~~~~~
October Fifteenth
Bakugou finally cracked and told the teachers about the letters. To say they overreacted was,,, actually just about right.
There were now teachers stationed on top of the buildings, around the perimeter, and on Bakugous floor.
He hated to admit it but having a few pro heroes there eased his edge a little. A felt safer. Safer than he had in the last two weeks.
But unfortunately, that wasnt enough.
For in the middle of the night, to his absolute horror, the rustling of paper was heard across his room.
His body went cold. Eyes wide as all hell. He used his feet to curl all his blanket away from the edges of his bed and under his legs and over his body.
'Please,' his mind pleaded. 'Please fucking tell me thats not another letter.'
And to his absolute horror, when he sat up, just a little bit… there, visible in the light shining under the crack of his door, was a letter, with the same red heart and perfect cursive handwriting that spelled out his name.
"Please dont scream, they'll hear you"
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October Twenty-sixth
Its been a few days since hes gone out of his room. The pros thought hed feel safer in his room where they could keep an eye on him but in reality.
Bakugou didnt feel safe at all.
Everywhere he went his anxiety told him someone was there. With beady eyes that went unblinking just… staring at him. Like he was a slab of meat for a hungry starving lion.
But he wasnt allowed to complain, even though he did, and was expected to remain still.
He was expected to wait.
Wait.
And wait.
He didn't want to wait. He didn't want to be here anymore.
He was behind on his classes, but he couldn't focus long enough on the work to get it done anyway.
He had nothing else to distract him. Hes read through all his books, played all his games, watched all his movies. There was nothing else to do other than wait like a sitting duck.
So what the hell was he supposed to do?
And while he had his door shut, he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and fear coursing through his veins as he knew, by the sound of paper sliding under his door, that he wasnt safe anywhere anymore.
"Dont struggle, I hate when they struggle"
~~~~~
October 31st. Halloween Night
Halloween...
Halloween. Bakugou hated Halloween.
He hated Halloween. He hated being scared. Scared all the time.
He couldnt handle the sound of paper anymore. Not the sound of it wrinkling, folding, unfolding, ripping, he hated paper.
All kinds of paper.
Wrappers, notebook, printer.
It was all terrible.
And now… he can't even handle unwrapping his own candy.
Bakugou hated Halloween.
And has another letter slid under his door, now in direct daylight, and got up and looked at it.
The cursive was now just scratches. The heart too dark to be artificial.
He opened it, slipping the paper out and reading the note. One word. Tiny in the middle of the paper, resembling the first ever note he got. One word.
'Bye…'
However, this time, when he turned the note over, he found something else. Another word- no, a sentence.
'Till next year… Bakugou Katsuki.'
And just like that, his body ran cold, and his vision went dark.
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The sales numbers thing is complicated, because we have to take a lot of factors in. 6 million divided by 15 (not including spin off titles) is an okay number. Definitely not the best ever seen but there’s been series with more books and less sales. Admittedly most of those sales come from phase one and even more of those sales will come from the first trilogy alone. As the series develops people inevitably drop off, whether that be because they outgrew the series/lost interest/didnt keep up 1/?
But the thing is...publishers expect that. They know that series (especially ones as long as SP) will have a large drop off rate. So I wouldn’t say the massive decrease in sales is terribly concerning to HC *for now*. HC might be selling less copies, but they’re also probably paying Landy a lot less compared to phase one and the start of phase two. I’d say Landy’s pay check peaked at books 7-9. But there also the factor that SP is one of the very few Irish based fantasy novels (2/?)
And HC probably wants to hold onto SP as that Irish answer to other fantasy novels. Whether or not that’s a good idea at this point is up to you. I hate phase two and I think it’s an artificial way of extending a series that didn’t need extended and ruined a perfect ending to one of my favourite series. But the SP series is still making a profit regardless of the quality of work and that’s all HC cares about. As new books are released/promoted, people will go back and buy the old ones 3/?
Will there be a phase 3? Most likely not IMO. While the series is still making a profit the margin is probably getting smaller, through series drop off and the declining quality. HC can’t risk that a phase 3 will be the phase that sees SP not make back it’s money. But back to the point: the sales numbers are okay (probably way better than demons road) and to be expected with a series as long as SP, but it is a series in its decline and it shows. Sorry for the rant, I just like publishing info.
Yeah, that’s what I expected tbh. Simply based on advertisement I think book 1-4 were the most popular. I mean, ‘Mortail Coil’ (book 5) had the best book trailer and it’s the only 3D one, so I’m going to assume it was the most expensive one? The other ones are just reusing the cover artworks. Also around book 4 there were talks about a SP movie (tho it had been auctioned off since even before the release of book 1).
I agree with Landy’s pay check probably having peaked at books 7-9 bc around that time he got the ‘Requiem Ball’ and ‘Theatre of Shadows’ live events and those had to have been expensive! Honestly, I had thought Landy would be kinda grandfathered in or that his status as ‘best-selling author’ would mean that he still gets paid a lot along with him seeming to have more control about his books and getting special treatment (for example, he mentioned refusing to give a synopsis for each new book and actually gets away with it), but I could see how after ‘Demon Road’ flopped so badly they would pay him less until he proves himself again.
Yeah, I see what you mean with the reader rate dropping the longer the series goes on. But then again, ‘Resurrection’ was marketed as a new start to the series, like, you could jump just straight into the book without having read the prior 9. It makes me wonder if they did that bc by the time book 9 was released the reader rate had dropped more than it should have? Or if they did that to try and fix the damage done by a 5 year break and telling everyone that the series is over for good now.
But isn’t already ‘Artemis Fowl’ the Irish answer to other fantasy novels? Isn’t that series also a lot more popular than SP? Also, SP might be set in Ireland but it feels a lot less Irish and a lot more fantastical and a lot more American in phase 2, if I’m honest.
The books might still be making a profit, but not much considering all those discounts and how they are basically giving away the books. This is never a good sign. And in regards to there might being a phase 3: in a world were logic exists there wouldn’t be a phase 3, but looking at how poorly received phase 2 is there shouldn’t be an extensively illustrated lore book either, yet here we are. Someone at HarperCollins is pushing this series beyond what is rational. We might get a phase 3 not bc it’s a smart, profitable move, but bc Landy is friends with the right people and has the right political opinions™. What’s your opinion on that thesis tho?
Lmao of course the sale numbers are better than for DR. DR was a complete failure. Don’t apologize for the rant!! It was very informing and insightful, I loved reading it and this is the exact kind of answer I’m hoping for and love love love getting! Unfortunately not a whole lot other people seem to be interested in the topic of publishing and marketing. Personally, I am interested in marketing, especially when it comes to promotional artwork, trailers and merch, which is why I’m so frustrated about the marketing of SP having become so bad tbh.
#Derek Landy#book publishing#book sales#phase 2#long post#rarely anyone wants to talk with me about nerd topics like these#so I'm feeling blessed whenever someone does <3#and don't worry all asks you've sent were on anon#Anonymous#answered
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30 questions about me
@landturtlealyce thx 4 the tag boo ilysm
name: officially on tumblr jay but the real ones call me janai
gender: u can call me whatever and i will probably responds
star sign: virgo
height: taller than alyce
time: currently 11:44am not sure what time it’ll be once i finish tho
birthday: september 17th
fav band/group: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh probably big time rush and one direction. tbh i dont listen to a lot of new music so i’m very much stuck in the 2000-2010s music range
fav solo artists: ed sheeran, lewis capaldi, sam smith, basically anyone who can make me cry through song
song stuck in my head: currently nothign because its still early and i have yet to listen to music today
last movie: ummm all the way through was probably rise of the guardians (which is so good omg im in love with jack). i did wach most of barbie the island princess at a sleepover but fell asleep before the end (don’t judge me it was four in the morning)
last show: i wanna say a series of unfortunate events was watchin with a fren on discord and we just finished the other day
when i created this blog: i think i made this thing late 2016 but i didnt really start using it until 2018/19
what do i post: mostly reblogs, every now and again i might post a fic or maybe my attempt at making art
last thing i googled: new york song (it got brought up with friends and i was like jay z is also in that song right? i was right lol)
other blogs: this is my main @luxyweek is where i hosted luxy (luka x xy) week @mlficadoption is the dead page where people can send in fic ideas for others to write if they want @jmajkawrites wow can’t even tag it cause i haven’t posted there, but that is gonna be my writing blog once i finally get it properly set up
do i get asks: sometimes mostly when i’m being a fool on main or i reblog one of those fun ask games. i have a bunch of those pass the love ones that i keep meaning to answer
why this url: this is just the username i’ve been using all my life so when i first got to tumblr i was like yeah this works
following: 318
followers: 242 (love all y’all)
average amount of sleep: 7-8 hours sometimes more sometimes less
lucky number: 8 no reasoning just 8
instruments: i used to play the piano before i stopped about 2 years ago
what im wearing: ‘pjs’ its really a fancy hoodie dress i got online for very cheap
dream job: man i wanna know this too i really don’t know what i wanna do because i find so many different things interesting. all i know is that whatever i do i wanna be able to work from home for part of it
dream trip: probably just a trip around east Asia. I’ve already been to Japan and I really loved it and I wanna just explore those areas more because it’s so different from where I’ve traveled before
fav food: oxtail most likely
nationality: american
fav songs: just the way you are - bruno mars, hold me while you wait - lewis capaldi, introducing me - nick jonas
last book: Tale as old as Time by elizabeth braswell. its apart of those twisted fairytale series and it was so good highly recommend reading it
top 3 fictional universes i’d love to live in: 1. the universe of black bird of the gallows by meg kassel(one of my favorite books ever) i know its not THAT different from this world but the myth that is created in the story is so good that i wanna just go there and research and explore it myself 2. the keepers of the essence worlds (another book series ik. it’s by rebekah aman) wonderful world building and there are so many worlds hidden inside i just wanna explore them all 3. uhh stealing from maddy and alyce the world inside of my brain
tagging: @emsylcatac @pawsomelybuggy @iveofficiallygonemad and anyone else (also feel free to ignore the tag)
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Halloween Night // Spencer Reid
Note: this took longer to start writing than I wanted to so sorry to the anon who requested it for taking so long ; also a halloween request aaaa I love halloween ; I am so so SO sorry that this took two weeks to write, but I was going through some stuff and didnt have any motivation
Warnings: none
Requested by anonymous
Growing up, you adored Halloween. Not only did you get free candy that your family normally wouldn't get for you, but you got to pretend to be someone else for a whole night. Pumpkins everywhere and scary movies to spare were also upsides to your favourite holiday and even as you grew up your love for the spooky day never ceased. You knew that when you reached the age to start dating and getting serious with someone else they'd have to have at least the same passion for Halloween as you did, if not more. If they weren't going to stay up and carve pumpkins with you while singing the monster mash were they really worth it?
When you started dating Spencer, it was a February and so Halloween was ways away. To your delight, by the time the first of October had rolled around and Spencer was already putting up Halloween decorations you knew he was the one. All throughout the month you and Spencer could be found in either your apartment or his, snuggled under a blanket and watching a classic Halloween film.
Unfortunately, by the time your first Halloween together as a couple came up Spencer was sent away on a case. You tried not to think too much about it as you ate a few slices of pumpkin pie and handed out candy to kids who came to your door, hoping that you'd be able to spend the day with your boyfriend next year. You did end up watching a few movies together when he got home, but the effect of it wasn't the same as watching them on Halloween night.
By the time your second Halloween as a couple came around, you were sure you would finally be able to have the perfect night with your boyfriend. Alas, you could never have things the way you wanted. Spencer was called for a case on October 30. One day away from not ruining your perfect night. At this point you were frustrated. Sure, you had spent the majority of your Halloween's alone but now that you had Spencer you didn't have to spend it alone, yet you were.
Spencer had apologized profusely and you assured him it was fine every time the word 'sorry' passed through his lips. After all, he didn't choose when to be called on a case. You stared at Spencer's text of 'Happy Halloween. I love you.' as you started up the first movie of your Halloween marathon, feeling a small tear slip out although it was quickly wiped away as if it had never fallen.
By the time your third Halloween rolled around, Spencer was sure to book Halloween and the days surrounding it off. If a case were to come up, he told you, they could call him from wherever they went. Nothing was going to stop him from spending your favourite holiday together. While this assured you that Spencer would be spending the night with you, he did let slip that he had something different planned for the night.
"What are we gonna do, Spence?" You tried cornering him, but he only stepped around you with a wide smile.
"Something special to make up the years we missed." His words did nothing to hint at what you two would be doing for Halloween.
"Please? You're making me go through a lot of emotional trauma right now." You pouted at him.
"Of course I am, dear."
As Halloween night grew closer, your excitement only grew. While Spencer refused to give any clues, you had done some research to events happening around town on Halloween night. There was a concert for some band you had never heard of, which was unlikely. Scrolling through the events, you eventually grew tired of looking and simply submitted to the fact that you wouldn't figure it out until Spencer brought the two of you to wherever he was planning.
The day of Halloween had you waking up way earlier than you wanted to. Spencer had woken you up bright and early so you could get a head start on Halloween activities before you had to leave. You spent the entire morning carving pumpkins and baking some cookies together, making the time fly by.
Eventually, the sun went down and Spencer had told you to dress warmly. That meant wherever you were going was outside, you carefully deduced. You dressed as warmly as you could, finishing with your coat and a scarf that Spencer had knitted for you one Christmas before the two of you were finally ready for your first Halloween together.
"Are we there yet?" You questioned constantly, not knowing where you were going.
"Not yet." Spencer had answered patiently every time.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of driving, you pulled into a dirt parking lot outside of what looked like a farmer's field which was decorated for Halloween. There were only a few other people parked in the lot which told you this wasn't a very well known place to spend Halloween night at. You walked hand in hand with Spencer towards a makeshift ticket booth where Spencer paid for two tickets, you still having no idea what you were in for.
"Is this a haunted maze?" You questioned.
"Nope."
The two of you approached the entrance into what you had guessed was a maze but supposedly wasn't. When you finally entered, you couldn't hold in your gasp as you took in the sight before you. Hundreds of Jack'o'lanterns surrounding a path which took you deeper into the field, the pumpkin's designs growing more intricate the further down the path you went.
You were quick to hug your boyfriend before grasping at his hand and tugging him towards the first pumpkin. The two of you were silent as you looked at all the pumpkins and walked down the path, although you could feel Spencer fidgeting more and more the closer to the end you got. Perhaps he was nervous you didn't like his surprise?
"I love this, Spencer. And I love you." You assured him, pulling him into a quick kiss.
"I'm glad you liked this, I love you, too." Spencer stopped the two of you as you reached the end of the path. "I actually have one more surprise for you."
You weren't sure what could top his last surprise, but you were excited nonetheless. What looked like one of the workers approached you with a pumpkin in hand, the carved side facing away from you so that you couldn't see it. They handed the pumpkin to Spencer who thanked them before the worker walked away.
"What's this?"
"Y/N, this has been a plan years in the making. This would've happened last year but I was called away on a case and I knew I couldn't do this any other way. Mostly because I knew everything had to be perfect. So, I'm going to jump straight to the point because I can't wait another year to ask-"
Spencer turned the pumpkin around to face you and you read the words that were delicately carved into the side of the pumpkin and lit up by the candle inside.
'Will you marry me?'
You could feel the tears start to fall from your eyes as you nodded quickly, pulling Spencer into a kiss above the pumpkin. He was quick to put the pumpkin onto the ground so he could pull you into a tight embrace.
"Oh!" Spencer exclaimed after you had broken from your hug. "Almost forgot."
He pulled a velvet box from his coat pocket and was quick to slip the ring from inside of it onto your finger. You paid no attention to the design of the ring as you pulled your fiancé into another kiss, still crying.
"Spencer?"
"Yeah?"
"We better get married on Halloween."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
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