#when Alice is just a girl. but Wonderland is HER dream it’s a place made by her sleeping self

[devoutvesta]

A Deep Dive Into Disney’s Most Underperforming Princess

Princess Aurora can’t even be described as controversial. To most, she’s simply boring, too passive, and a continuation of the bland cycle of white princesses who wait around for magic or a prince to save them. Although no one hates her, they find her irritating at the worst, uninteresting at best. In the fifties, they must have thought the same thing. Sleeping Beauty was a commercial failure, and led to company wide annual loss. Sleeping Beauty had followed several other financial flops, such as Bambi and Alice in Wonderland, the latter costing Disney around half a million dollars. Due to her lack of popularity, Aurora may be one of the most neglected Princesses. Many cling to her out of nostalgia, or because she has a nice design, and they find it hard to defend their love for the movie. But the movie’s turbulent history and the amount of detail that went into Aurora herself is what really makes her so incredibly fascinating.

Starting with her design, Disney hired Marc Davis as the supervising animator for Aurora. He also animated Maleficent. The intention was for them to be realistic enough to be placed against the heavily detailed backgrounds of the movie. Davis had embraced this artistic direction, while many of the animators found it, and especially Aurora, laborious and tiring to work on. Both Maleficent and Aurora had to be refined and dynamic. Davis was Disney’s go-to animator for ‘pretty girls’, examples being Tinkerbell and Alice. His knowledge of anatomy and the human body brought both Aurora and Cinderella to life, two of Disney’s most visually iconic characters. Davis had also incorporated Art Nouveau and Art Deco into Aurora’s design, while the tapestry-like art style of the movie was chosen by Eyvind Earle, who was inspired by pre-Renaissance European art. The score and songs were based on Tchaikovsky’s ballet.

Aurora alone required more effort and attention to detail than any princess before her. It took Walt Disney and his team three years to choose a voice actress. They nearly scrapped the project until they discovered Mary Costa, but Disney himself avoided interacting with her in person early on in the project, fearing that she’d influence his vision of the movie.

Aurora was loosely based on her voice actress. Her appearance and her habits (such as gesturing when speaking and singing) were both incorporated into Aurora’s animation. She was also drawn to resemble both her live action model, the same one as Cinderella’s, Helene Stanley, and actress Audrey Hepburn. Davis took inspiration from Audrey Hepburn’s slender physique and elegant demeanour.

In the book Multiculturalism and the Mouse: Race and Sex in Disney Entertainment, author Douglas Brode referred to Aurora as “a model of modern (50’s) female glamour” and compared her to Brigitte Bardot. He also compared her gown to the work of Christian Dior.

As a character, she was described by Nerve as being “the apex of women who made no choices for themselves.” Aurora is a member of the “Golden Era” of Disney heroines, the original Princess trifecta. Her dreams are the same as those before her. But it’s possible that Aurora’s dreams of true love derived from the need for companionship outside of her three fairy godmothers.

On their website, Disney describes her as, “graceful and kind. She knows that a wonderful future awaits, if you just have the courage to dream it. Aurora enjoys using her imagination and sharing stories with her forest friends. She is also loyal in her relationships -- to her animal friends, her fairies, and her kingdom. Aurora believes in a wish and remains hopeful that she will find the adventure she is looking for.”

Walt Disney himself described Aurora as being “a very layered character/different. She’s calm, yet playful. She has a sense of humour, and she has an imagination.” We can not argue that she was considered layered through the lens of the fifties, because many critics disliked all three of the original princesses for their passive personality, or lack thereof. But from the perspective of the team working on the show, they saw much more to her.

This was the film that Walt Disney worked his hardest on, it took ten years to complete. It was also the very last Princess film he was involved in. Her ‘layers’ were very much intentional. Disney tried to do the same thing with Cinderella.

With Cinderella, they attempted to make her less passive than Snow White, and they showed this through her rebelling against her abusive stepfamily. Maurice Rapf said, "My thinking was you can't have somebody who comes in and changes everything for you. It can't be delivered for you on a platter. You've got to earn it. So in my version, the Fairy Godmother said, 'It's okay till midnight but from then on it's up to you.' I made her earn it, and what she had to do to achieve it was to rebel against her stepmother and stepsisters, to stop being a slave in her own home. So I had a scene where they're ordering her around and she throws the stuff back at them. She revolts, so they lock her up in the attic. I don't think anyone took (my idea) very seriously."

The toned down version of Cinderella, although rebellious in her own way, is still toned down. That part of her character was written out. In comparison to what she would have been, she is passive. Aurora and Cinderella are both less passive than their predecessors, but passive nonetheless. All three of them are the staple damsels in distress.

However, Mary Costa described Aurora as “very strong”, citing her urge to defy her guardians as a display of independence and an example of her strength. Aurora was raised by three women, and had never met a man in her life. Costa believed that because of this, she was ‘innately romantic’ as opposed to lonely or depressed with her sheltered life. To quote, “there was a certain part of her that maybe she didn’t realise, that was just so romantic and maybe expecting something that–she didn’t even know what.”

She believed that her being raised by three older women rather than her parents made her “a little bit older, and yet, she…had this young, outreaching spirit.” Author Douglas Brode points out that the fairies’ independent raising of Aurora mirrors “precisely that sort of women’s commune numerous feminists experimented with throughout the seventies.” Aurora living in an isolated, female-only space, with female authority, is reminiscent of the bold and liberating radical feminist movement. In her own way, as a peasant, she was independent. And that independence and autonomy was taken from her upon discovering that she was royalty and betrothed to a prince. She was leaving her home and the presumed man of her dreams behind, and not of her own free will.

Aurora had enjoyed her simple life, it had fulfilled her, even if she desired more. She had dreams of finding romantic love, which she talks about in the movie’s song ‘I Wonder’. Additionally, her close relationship with animals demonstrates her loving and kind personality. She has a whimsical imagination, and it’s scenes like the ones from Disney’s Enchanted Tales series and ‘Once Upon a Dream’, that would support Costa’s claim of her being a romantic. Where she’s changing in and out of pretty gowns with a magical wand, and giggling to herself. Or dancing happily with the forest animals, thinking about her imaginary prince. In ‘Keys to the Kingdom’, she proudly sings about wishing to make decisions with her heart.

Her independence is demonstrated on multiple occasions in Disney’s discontinued Enchanted Tales: Follow Your Dreams. Aurora graciously accepts responsibility of her kingdom while both her and Philip’s parents travel away for a business trip. All on her own, she is determined to get all of her Princess duties finished on time, the hard way. She refuses to take the easy way out, time and time again, even when she doubts herself. She works harder than even her father, who would take the easy way out by signing royal documents without reading them. Even when Meriwether gives her a magic wand to help her out, she reads and fills out every royal form diligently, and helps out all of her subjects. She manages to complete her tasks on time and throw a banquet for her family and Philip by the time they return. The lesson here is to ‘stick to it’ and to ‘persevere’. But her insistence on doing everything on her own is shown once again in A Kingdom of Kindness, where she must plan a surprise party for Philip. The three fairies attempt to help her, but she continues to tell them that she wants to do it on her own. This series was cancelled, and it is difficult to find any clips of it online. But this short-series gives us some insight into Aurora’s character.

She is assumed to be the protagonist by most, but many consider the three fairies to be the protagonists. They help move the story along, they protect Aurora, and they have distinct, in-your-face personalities. Many consider Aurora authentic, or the title character, but whether she is the protagonist or not has never been agreed upon. Her lack of role in the story has been criticized by many. But some take it as an allegory for the lack of control

The most lengthy debate surrounding Aurora has to do with how feminist her character is. She may have been an improvement from the previous princesses, but she is not regarded as a particularly feminist character.

The three original princesses, all being pale-skinned European princesses with a naive and endlessly forgiving (an unrealistic standard), sends a message to their viewers that this is what princesses should look like, how they should behave. All three classic princesses are deeply intertwined with Disney’s long history of racism and bigotry. In an attempt to amend this, Disney has released back to back live action remakes of their movies, all receiving mixed reviews. Maleficent was Sleeping Beauty’s remake, focused on a maternal relationship between Maleficent and Aurora. Many people interpreted the scene where Maleficent’s wings get cut off in her sleep as sexual assault. This inclusion made many survivors of sexual assault feel represented by the character.

From my perspective, the original Sleeping Beauty is technically a movie centred around women. A teenage girl lives with her three surrogate mothers, who end up saving her in the end from the female antagonist. Although Prince Philip’s role in the story is still a large part of what moves the plot along. It is Philip who is captured, as Maleficent knew that he would go looking for her. He courted Aurora, defeated Maleficent with the help of the three fairies, and kissed the princess awake. But he still doesn’t get as large of a role, or nearly as much screen time, as the three fairies.

In short, both the movie and the princess fascinate me. And although there is depth if you squint, a character does not need to be fleshed out to be lovable, or at least endearing. Aurora is my favourite Disney Princess, and I find the history behind her and the film to be more interesting than what meets the eye.

[katzkinder]

Kitty mentioned that Hokaze’s name was not only strange for a woman, but also that it was hard to find a connection with her name and the theme the rest of the Alicein have. Now I’m no expert at Japanese names (much less Japanese itself) but I had fun digging to see what I could find, and I found quite a lot! So let’s get to it :D

Interpreted to the best of my ability, Misono’s mom has a name which roughly means “one who is quick to overcome ups and downs”

Which is why she was drawn holding Jane Eyre when she and Lily met

She’s an inversion of Jane’s story, just like the Alicein brothers are an inversion of Cain and Abel

For anyone who’s never read Jane Eyre, a quick and dirty plot summary of the relevant parts is that Jane, an orphan girl, eventually ends up in the employ of a rich man who she falls in love with, however he is married and because of that, she refuses to continue their relationship. The man of the house reveals that the reason he didn’t tell her this is because his wife was insane, and she screams and barks and growls and runs around like an animal. Eventually the woman in her insanity burns down the manor, but her husband escapes and, now a widow, it would no longer weigh on Jane’s conscience to marry him. The books ends with Jane writing about how they’re expecting their first child together. The book’s themes of morality and class differences are echoed, to the result of tragedy, in the story of the Alicein

Hokaze doesn’t manage to overcome her status of being born a penniless orphan by marrying a rich man and joining the upper classes. Instead she is murdered by his wife who has been driven mad with jealousy. Her story is one of an idealistic dream, executed in a self serving manner, confronted with reality that cost her her life

Also, the 歩 part of hokaze’s name can also be read as “fu,” a pawn in shogi :))

Mikado is the emperor, kiriko is the princess, and Mikuni the kingdom they made together

Hokaze wanted to be queen but was merely a pawn, and ultimately playing a very different “game” than the royalty around her

It’s also notable that the one who put her down that path is Lily, who shares a name with the white pawn Alice takes the place of during the chess game in Through The Looking Glass.

Her scheme also gives the name she gave Misono a very different light.

She gave him a character from Mikado’s name, “proof” of his infidelity, and the one for garden, because he is the “fruit” of her labors, the beautiful rose of the future queen of Wonderland

The extreme irony here is that Mikuni is much more like Hokaze in his actions, while Misono closely resembles Kiriko’s loyalty and ability to forgive others (at the cost of himself)

Also, Mikuni is going to hate this, but

His desire to protect misono from the harsh truths of the world, even going so far as to burn down part of his own home, is… Very, very Mikado. It’s fine if he cheats, manipulates, and even hurts Misono, so long as the result is Misono continues to be able to live with such a simple and idealistic view of love and life

They look like their mothers, inherited behavior patterns from each other’s, and also share quite a lot with their father

It’s a very beautiful way of weaving them together as a family, and also Strike’s use of word play to set Hokaze apart from the Alicein cast while also giving her name something to tie her to the theme is extremely clever. Boy is it mean though xD

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you guys think :)

[kaiju-emperor]

Saber Alice Servant Concept

Back on my Fate bullshit again so look forward to more fan servants like this

Alice Class:Saber

Parameters

Strength A

Endurance B

Agility C+

Magical Power B

Luck C+

The child from Lewis Carrol's Alice In Wonderland and Alice Through The Looking Glass. Alice has the appearance of a young adult woman. This version of her representing the young girl several years after her adventures in wonderland. This time there had left her changed forever, touched by magic and powers beyond many mortals. She is sweet, kind, innocent and imaginative. Despite her age she never lost that whimsy and attachment to the fantastical allowing her to have a level of mystery not afforded to many 'modern' servants. This version of her also seemed to go on many other adventures that were not written in the original stories. Such as slaying the Jabberwock and freeing wonderland from the Red Queen to become its ruler for a time before having to step down and return to her life back home.

Skills

Magic Resistance B++-As a Saber she is granted a high level magic resistance. This magic reistance is also slightly above average thanks to her exposure to wonderland.

Mystic Eyes Of Glamour B-Alice possesses a rare form of Mystic Eyes which allow her to 'see the unseen'. This ability is what allowed her to see the white rabbit and the portal to wonderland in the first place. It is a form of mystic eyes that lets one see through illusion and layers of reality to perceive things that are just beyond the veil of human or even mage perceptions. This ability also allows her to see bounded fields and other magical traps unless they are hidden by magic of a rank that exceeds her Mystic Eyes rank such as magic of the age of heroes or age of gods.

Innocent Dream A-A strange skill that represents Alice's time in Wonderland. It is a skill that grants her a high level of mystery despite not being from the age of heroes or the like. It also acts as a strange form of madness enhancement that is indicative of childlike innocence. An innocence that deciares that dreams come true and heroes triumph. This perception of reality is so strong that it affects her magic resistance granting her the ability to overcome extremely powerful curses and a high resistance to servants abilities with the 'Evil' trait.

Charisma (Kindness) B-Unlike normal charisma this trait is not so much Alice's qualities as a leader but it represents the way people are drawn to her. Her sweet, innocence and kindness make others want to help her and even follow her. It is infectious charisma that can melt even the iciest of hearts.

Noble Phantasms

Snicker Snack: Vorpal Blade, Slayer Of Nightmares A-Alice's main weapon. It has the appearance of a sidesword or shortsword. Almost akin to a large knife but also not quite a long sword. It is decorated with stain glass on the crossguard and card suits along the handle. The blade itself is a shimmering silver that has a damascus like pattern. While it is not a sword that is as well known as something like Excalibur or Balmung, the Vorpal Blade is still a formidable sword. It is able to cleave through phantasmal species on the level of dragons and can slay creatures that have a high level of mystery. It also has an ephemeral dreamlike quality existing in wonderland and reality at once allowing it to make contact with similarly conceptual weapons and enemies. When the blade's name is invoked it is used in a beheading strike, instantly killing any creature or servant even if they have battle continuation or similar skill. Only divine level skills can overcome this sure kill strike.

Through The Looking Glass: Fleeting Dream Of Wonderland A-This noble phantasm allows Alice to bring out items and characters from wonderland itself. Such as the Cheshire cat and the card soldiers. As well as the potions that made her shrink and grow. The creatures summoned by this power act as her familiars and allies. When the power is fully invoked it creates a reality marble of Wonderland itself.

[frozenwrites]

25/08/23 - Long after midnight

Today’s song: Castles Crumbling by Queen Taytay Taylor Swift

Dear diary, let’s talk nonsense.

You don’t easily forget your earliest books. I, for instance, cannot possibly forget that my enchantment with the world of fiction started with the classics. I was no older than twelve when I finished works like The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and Oliver Twist; I know that I enjoyed every line and scene from them, but I also remember one book that my younger self picked up, assuming it would be appropriate, but that always eluded my understanding. It’s been some time, my little journal, but I came back to tell you the story of how I fell down the rabbit hole.

Everybody knows about Alice and her wonderland. Her story was told countless times across countless mediums in countless spins and variations; history made the story accessible to all, and the original novel should not have been too complicated, either. It was, after all, an imaginative piece of children’s literature about a young girl’s adventures across a wondrous dreamscape. I got the chance to revisit this fabled work a little while ago, and my experience with it as an adult has been quite remarkable indeed. For instance, I genuinely found it funny how the language barrier was not my problem with the story as a tween. I could understand the words just fine, I simply couldn’t make heads or tails of what context they served… Much like Alice herself! I failed to properly communicate with the book a decade ago only to grow up and realize that it was a story about the failure of communication in the first place. Imagine the irony! From the beginning of the story with meeting the colorful cast of whimsical characters all the way to the trial scene near the end, the reader and the protagonist alike were allowed to see that this was not a world where anything had to mean anything, where people weren’t expected to have any motives ulterior to simply being there. Of course, it is all explained away at the end when we discover that the whole thing was just a dream. That, by today’s standards, sounds like a lazy cop-out to avoid having to justify anything, but in a novel like this one, it was the perfect ending. Think about it this way, there are no lessons or morals being explicitly given to the reader in this one. Indeed, the novel seems to constantly undermine and dismiss any chance of finding lessons in its events; it’s almost as if the book itself is actively telling the reader “Don’t think about what just happened too much, just move on to the next insanity.”

The story was narrated like a dream, where time was not linear (time was actually dead, but never mind that) and flowers had faces. Ending it with Alice waking up only served to emphasize on its messages. Other stories that I was familiar with at the time I first picked this one up didn’t need this, the wizard of Oz told the story like it was real, never dismissed Dorothy’s experience as a fabrication of the mind; but then again, that’s only because it was a novel that needed to be sensible.

I still remember the evening I finished The Wonderful Wizard of Oz for the first time. The story reveals at the end that, after a harrowing journey through a crazy (but not insane) world, that Dorothy, our protagonist, had had the means to return home all along. She laments that there was no need for her to go through all that she did to begin with, but then her companions all exclaim that if she hadn’t, not one of them would have discovered and fulfilled his purpose. That part of the story rang in my young mind like a gong; it tied everything together nicely and gave so much extra validation to the story. That and of course it made the bottom line of a very beautiful lesson of how everybody has a purpose and that no experience is worthless. That we’re all stories told like the threads of a spider’s web: at times we’re told in parallels and other times we intertwine, but in the end we all make up this grand tapestry that is life.

Nothing of that is to say that there are no merits to Lewis Carroll's magnum opus, I’m merely in the process of realizing that that story’s lesson was one that I needed to grow up to understand. But before I dive any deeper into that, let me ask you plainly, diary, do we live in a world that makes sense? You might remember from my last entry how I mentioned that the human brain, our instrument of reason and creation, has taken millennia to evolve into what it is today. But think about how we have all essentially had the same brain for the past few hundred years when industry was booming and the world was being transformed into the earliest picture of what it is now. The world has changed, but we have not. Is that the reason why everything seems to be constantly heading for the worst? We have thousands of years’ worth of knowledge about the evils of greed and conflict, which makes it really quite baffling how we seem to be constantly coming up with more problems than solutions. It reminds me of the depiction of the Queen of Hearts in wonderland. Arguably the most insufferable character in the story, she would go around flaunting her delusions of authority even though she lived in a world where not the fundamental laws of physics had any! Still, it’s not easy to call her evil; it’s like I said before, wonderland’s inhabitants were always being their mad selves because they didn’t know any better. The same queen who ordered and threatened several executions in the later parts of the story might not have been malicious at all. If we, today, are just like her, and indeed it turns out that our brains really are not evolved enough to handle the problems they’ve wrought, are we like children in a playground, fighting over a toy that none of us even understand? Is it possible that that toy is a giant bomb that could destroy everything? If so, how much longer do we have before we set it off? Actually, that one’s easy: we have exactly ninety seconds until doomsday.

Mind you, not ninety seconds on a regular clock, but on the doomsday clock. It’s a symbol, an indicator, and a means of warning introduced in 1947 that currently exists on the website of the bulletin of atomic scientists. Midnight represents catastrophe and the committee moves the clock hands closer and closer to it depending on the current state of affairs. Over the last decade, the hands moved no less than half a dozen times and it currently sits at ninety seconds to midnight. Call it fast or slow, the trajectory is one and the same, and things need to change. The scary thing is that atomic weapons are not the only threat the clock is concerned with; there are a variety of other man-made disasters, perhaps the most glaring of which is the climate situation. That is not a recent problem, none of them are, and if we know what’s happening, why does the doomsday clock remain much like a screaming alarm clock ringing by the head of a giant, gluttonous monster that cannot wake up because it’s eaten too much for its own good? I ask that, not having any answers myself. I even keep using the pronoun “we” even though I myself am just an individual, one thread in that tapestry of many more. At any case, I know it’s not a pleasant thing to think about, but I keep reminding myself that it’s important because a lot of the time, the line between life and death, between withering and prosperity, is called awareness. In this case, it’s our collective awareness of what’s really happening that could be the first step towards making the world a better place.

Lastly, I want to recount that time, a few years ago, when I was in the presence of Dr. Talal Abu Gazaleh, a celebrated mogul of the tech industry. He noted something that’s been on my mind ever since: We might have had a few industrial revolutions where we looked at the world and thought up ways to bend it to our will, but what we will need next is a human revolution where we start looking inward to find out what we can become for our world.

[lucilethomas-blog]

Oh how will you find your way ?

Alice in Wonderland is a movie released in 2010, directed by Tim Burton. This new creation seems to be the perfect movie for children : vibrant colors, smiling characters and strange but funny mushrooms coexist happily on the posters.

However, the story reveals a more complex plot with a lot of under-meanings and metaphors. This reinterpretation brings us into a new world, darker but as mysterious and pleasing as the original one. The question of growing up and finding our place has a new echo, as the last sentence of the main theme may indicate : how will you find your way ?

official poster of the movie

Indeed, growing up appears to be difficult for a lot of people. Lewis Carroll wrote about this subject in 1865 with his now famous story, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. At the beginning, this tale wasn't made for children. However, after a while, Carroll imagined a second version adapted for the youngest, keeping only the marvelous creatures and a little girl in a blue dress running from place to place to help different characters.

To the contrary, in Tim Burton’s version, Alice is 19 years old and ready to get married. She is not a little girl anymore but a lady with adult problems and mentality. Evolving in a dark world (called now Underland and not Wonderland), Alice discovers eerie landscapes made of dead trees, a bloody river with skulls, tortured animals, … This heavy atmosphere could be a reference to adulthood, which is often dimer and more complex than childhood. That would explain why Underland looks so different from what she remembers from her previous visits as a child. 

Alice climbing a skull on a bloody river (left)

Mad Hatter walking around a burnt forest (right)

Moreover, Alice surprisingly forces herself to think like an adult. Even if she has an overflowing imagination in her world, seeing things that people around don’t, she is very skeptical when she meets strange creatures in Underland. Trying to act rational, Alice just claims that everything ‘’is just her dream’’. This behavior shows well that Alice forces herself to think as she was taught to, despite the fact that it goes against her own perception and point of view : she clearly struggles to find her place.

At the same time, Alice keeps physically growing and shrinking the whole film. Even if it helps her to get a new perspective on different riddles (like to find the small hidden door to enter Underland), we can notice that she never has the good size compared to her companions. It’s only at the end when she finds the right people and starts to accept her destiny that she gets back to her real size and can be herself.

Alice holding the hat of the Mad Hatter (left)

Alice sitting next the small door to enter Underland (right)

The line “Why is it you're always too small or too tall ?”, pronounced by the Mad Hatter to Alice highlights this. While in English the words “small” and “tall” are a direct reference to Alice’s changing size, the French version uses the words “petite” and “grande”. These expressions have larger meanings, which can include the question of maturity. Indeed, Alice's mental evolution is at least as impressive as the change of her size. If at the beginning she was acting nearly like a child, refusing her problems to keep some peace of mind, she soon switches her attitude and goes against all the rules to protect the ones she loves. She is now aware of her responsibilities and is not willing to fly away anymore.

Finally, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is a story whose goal is to help children to grow up and become adults. If the book's version encourages the youngest to accept the idea of normality, making them lose their own imagination and dreams, the movie advocates a more positive message. When Alice comes back to the real world, she decides to change all her life according to all the things she realized in Underland. However, she doesn’t forget where she comes from and what helped her to to grow up. Tim Burton wants here to remind the watchers to always be themselves even if they have to be different. Indeed, like Alice who becomes a traveler, there will always be a place for us somewhere in the world that will make us happy. We just need to know how we will find our way…

[luesmainblog]

What Made Alice in Wonderland 2010 A Bad Movie, And Why That Made Me Love It. "Alice is such a cliche 'not like other girls' minimum effort feminist idea of a Strong Female Lead." yes, and that makes her relatable to me! for reasons i'm about to get to.... "Corsets were just their versions of bras, they weren't tools of opression, i'm so tired of that trope." you know who really hates restrictive clothing like corsets/back braces, squishing clothes like bras, and texture-changing clothes like stockings? AUTISTIC PEOPLE. from the MOMENT she is introduced, Alice is so visibly autistic it makes me Wiggle. while that may not have been the intention, the character becomes infiniately more likable once you assume that. infact, it heightens the message of the movie; "you're mad, but all the best people are." "Alice looks bored the whole time, and there's basically no tone to her voice." that's the autism, babey!! but also, that's not true. Alice's "bored" expression tends to be when she's uncomfortable, upset, or otherwise not overcome with emotion. she spends most of the movie looking like that.... because she spends most of the movie upset, uncomfortable, and in a position where she can't emotionally connect because she's pretty sure this is just a dream. but when she's happy? she's got a smile that absolutely lights up the room. watch her when she's talking about how her father used to believe 6 impossible things before breakfast; she is beaming. and look at her when she's confused: brows furrowed, staring at people, looking around her to understand wtf is going on. how is that "bored"? her physical stiffness is an extension of this; autistic people can often struggle to express themselves in "readable" ways, and when you've been brought up in a very Proper society that demands you think about your every move, you tend to develop a lack of expression whether you want to or not because you get in trouble less when you're not emoting. part of emoting is how you move your body, and so we often end up just. not? not in the smooth, unpuppetted way the rest of you do. autism can also just make it Harder To Move Your Body or feel it as a part of yourself rather than an annoying thing that you're responsible for. "if it's all real, why all the parallels that seem like they'd work their way into her fantasy?" because it is a fictional story and writers enjoy having parallels. "why does everyone just Follow the Prophecy? why don't they change it?" exactly!! why?? paying attention to the Culture of underland and how it's effected by the calender thingy is part of the fun! gaining an understanding that they all fully, TRULY believe in that thing can help to explain some of the seeming madness. "why does the mad hatter keep switching accents?" pay attention to how he acts with those accents. the voice, the disposition, what he focuses on, they ALL change. this man is plural. and he doesn't like it in here; it's awfully crowded. "it's supposed to be a childish fantasy, not a war movie!" the core of Alice in Wonderland is the experience of what it's LIKE to be a child. nothing makes sense, but you have to go along with it anyways. now we're a young adult; very little makes sense, but you have to go along with it, and if you don't then you're not ~meeting your potential~ and bad things will happen Because You Didn't Listen. this is still, at its core, alice's experience in the real world made fantastical and amped up to 11. "how does she STILL think it's a dream?" first of all, she is coping. second of all, because NOTHING THAT'S HAPPENING FITS IN TO HER WORLDVIEW OF HOW ANYTHING WORKS IN REALITY. plus, honestly? i get the feeling she comes to view this experience as a way to work through her personal issues. and it's easier to do that if she can tell herself it's just a dream. "Underland??" yup! makes sense to me; the child didn't quite understand what she was told about this place. it's a place Under the real world. everything checks out!

I just watched the Alice in Wonderland live action movie (the 2010 one) because I remember watching it when I was younger and it was a very important memory to me, so I looked for it and rewatched it

But apparently it's very hated??? And bad?? Why? I was looking for some reasons in Google and most of the stuff I saw could he easily disproven, at least from this one specific thing I found (I haven't been looking that much but the reasons seem pretty stupid ngl)

Can someone give me good reasons why it's bad?? Without the whole "Alice looks bored the entire time besides the scene where she was falling down a hole" she thought she was dreaming so I can understand that one

[the-doctor-3000]

The Lost Queen {Alice In Wonderland x Reader}

Chapter six: Welcome to Salazen Grum

Alice and y/n woke up to the sound of something rather large sniffing outside the hat. They sat up. Suddenly, the Hat was flipped over, exposing them. A big wet nose sniffed them. It was the Bloodhound, Bayard.

"You were supposed to lead them away! The Hatter trusted you!"Alice said, one could tell that she was very angry by the tone of her voice 

"They have my wife and pups."replied Bayard, Alice' and y/n's face softened

"What’s your name?"asked Alice

"Bayard."

"Sit!"ordered Alice, he cocked his head and looked down at her curiously. "Sit!"

He sat, amused if nothing else. Something occured to him.

"Would your names be "Alice" and "y/n" by any chance?"

"Yes, Bayard, I'm y/n. But they are not sure if she is the one everyone is talking about."Bayard raised a brow

"The Hatter would not have given himself up for just any Alice."he replied

"Where did they take him?"Alice asked

"To the Red Queen’s castle at Salazen Grum."Alice took a step forward, determination was written on her face

"We’re going to rescue him."she said

"That is not foretold."Bayard said

"I don’t care. He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for us."the two girls exclaimed in anger

"The Frabjous Day is almost upon us. You two must prepare to meet the Jabberwocky."

"From the moment we fell down that rabbit hole, we've been told what we must do and who we must be. We've been shrunk, stretched, scratched and stuffed into a teapot. I've been accused of being Alice and of not being Alice and my sister of being your princess or an imposter while she had no memory of this place. But this is my dream! I’ll decide how it goes from here."

"If you diverge from the path…"

"I make the path!"he lied down at their feet. Two climbed up his long ear and sat on his shoulders. "Take us to Salazen Grum, Bayard. And don’t forget the Hat."

Bayard picked up the Hat in his teeth and ran. Alice and y/n hung onto his spike collar to keep them from falling.

"Well, Alice, be prepared. You are about to meet my biological elder sister."

"Based on your reaction earlier, I think I should be worried."

"Yep."

Soon they arrived outside of the Red Queen's castle. They approached the moat and they saw large lumpish objects which appeared to be the heads of the executed. They looked around for a way across.  

"There’s only one way across."Bayard said

The girls looked at the grim moat. Alice took a deep breath for courage and y/n tried to think of something else instead of the heads

"Lost our muchness..."

"...Have we?"finished y/n

They jumped onto one of the floating heads, then crossed the moat by jumping from head to head. When they reached the other side they looked up at the impossibly high wall, then saw a small cracked opening near the ground…just wide enough for two six inch girls.

"Bayard! The Hat!"the two called across to Bayard

He picked the Hat up in his teeth, turned in circles like a discus thrower and released it. The Hat sailed high across the moat and over the wall. Bayard bayed his farewell. The two women squeezed through the opening and found themselves in the bushes at the edge of a garden. They looked through the bushes and saw the Queen and her Courtiers playing croquet. The Red Queen with her huge head was surrounded by three powdered and painted courtiers with equally out-sized body parts. There was a woman with an extra-large nose, another with long hanging ears, a man with a huge protruding belle. The Queen swings her mallet. There’s that small cry again. Alice looks around for the source. The ball rolls toward her and lays, furry and what the Queen was playing croquet with made y/n look in shock. It was a hedgehog tied by its four legs into an awkward ball. Its fur was matted and filthy, its face almost buried in the grass. The Red Queen took another flamingo and used it as a golf stick and then she whacked the poor hedgehog and rolled through the bushes, with great speed and force, y/n and Alice were hiding and landed near them. The two attempted to untie it. It cried out fearfully.

"Shhh."shushed y/n, her palm petting its head in order to calm the poor thing down

"We want to help you."added Alice reassuringly 

"Where's my ball? Page!"yelled the Red Queen

Alice and y/n freed the hedgehog. It stared at them mutely. They looked behind them when they heard noises only to see the White Rabbit, dressed as a court page. The hedgehog ran away from them

"Well! If it isn’t the wrong Alice and the impostor of princess y/n. What brings you here? Hmm?"asked Nivens the White Rabbit, y/n frowned as she approached her old friend.

"It sure is, Nivens. I do remember now. We are friends. As for Alice, stop accusing her, I strongly believe that she is the one from the Oraculum."

"Y-your highness. Forgive me, I didn't mean to---"

"It's alright Niv, but don't call me that, we are friends. Anyway. We are here to rescue Tarrant do you have any Upelkuchen by any chance? Alice will need it and I'm not sure if Iracebeth will be too pleased to see me."

"I might have some left."he digged in his pocket and took out a large piece of the cake

Alice took it and had put it into her mouth.

"Not all of it!"said Nivens and y/n at the same time but it was too late. Alice shot upward. Nivens ran away to the Red Queen

Once she was very tall, Alice looked down at the Red Queen and her courtiers. The tall bushes hid all but her head and shoulders. Everyone was staring at her.

"And what is this?"demanded the Red Queen

"It's a "who", your Majesty. This is… um."trailed the White Rabbit    

"Um?"questioned the Red Queen

"From Umbradge."Alice spoke up

"What happened to your clothes?"

"I outgrew them. I tower over everyone in Umbradge. They laugh at me. So I’ve come to you, hoping you might understand what it’s like."the Red Queen's face softened a little

"My dear girl. Anyone with a head that large is welcome in my court."the Red Queen said before announced "SOMEONE FIND HER SOME CLOTHES! USE THE DRAPERIES IF YOU MUST BUT CLOTHE THIS ENORMOUS GIRL!"

[autumnbrambleagain]

now what really gets my goat is people fucking up Alices and Dorothies

especially visible in the most recent (like 12 years ago lol) Alice in Wonderland movies, where Wonderland is depicted as this awesome cool faery zone of fun that Alice LOVED and she’s SO EXCITED to be back amongst her friends and oh they’re so sad she barely remembers them

okay, buster brown, Alice was--pedophilia aside--from a math teacher, about the absurdity of what was their equivalent of common core, as well as basically a giant shit-take on how fucking dumb the adult world is

like it was during the victorian era and it featured a queen whose rules made no sense, elaborately incomprehensible social rules (tea party! change places!), people in positions of authority giving NO useful information whatsoever and only ever speaking in appeals to authority or empty-headed condescension,

in the end of BOTH Alice gets SO fucking fed up with it she literally grows gigantic and calls everything baseless and dumb (”you’re all a bunch of playing cards!” said to the literal queen yes she is in fact calling the british government a bunch of insane toys playing at games that end lives)

Alice is an archetype when dealing with fae. Alice is the archetype of “I have no patience for this, fuck this, fuck you.” But the “fae whimsy” Alice herself is actually facing is REALLY just a mirror of her own society. a modern Alice would have a fucking Trump-looking king talking nonsense and everyone nodding along with it in sincere agreement and Alice would go “Why, he’s just saying gibberish!”

stop portraying Alice as a cool adventure girl in a cool world she loves. stop portraying wonderland as anything NEAT. wonderland is a very narrow satire of how fucking dumb the world is. it’s only whimsical because it’s taking everything wrong with the world and flipping it upsidedown and you look at it and go “haha that makes no sense” and you are FAILING to flip it right-side-up and realize “wait, this is exactly the same as our world, nevermind, got it, got it”

we are not even FUCKING touching how the shitty movie had Alice’s big one-liner at the end instead of being a rejection of the ENTIRE PREMISE of the world holding her CAPTIVE, instead of growing too large for them to STOP through SHEER PERSONAL WILL, instead she goes “off with your head!” and uses someone else’s sword to slay the jabberwocky. fucking miserable, awful.

then she decides to expand colonialism into china and start the opium wars, good job.

Now.

Now, a DOROTHY?

everyone because of the movie thinks of a Dorothy as, oh, I hate this awful Wonderland, I just want to go home! but you know what? fuck the movie. read the fucking book. Dorothy gets there and her reaction is “oh, neat. let’s kill some fae.”

she ends up there AGAIN. AND AGAIN.

in the fucking, what, third trip there? she’s falling underground with her cousin in a cart and her cousin is flipping the fuck out l ike “HOLY SHIT WHAT IS HAPPENING” and Dorothy is like “Calm down :3  I think something fun might be happening.”

They go through a massive underground adventure, and at the very end, when it’s clear there’s NO WAY OUT and they are TRAPPED, Dorothy reveals to her fellow adventurers: “Actually, my lesbian trans girlfriend is watching everything we do, and if I really wanted help I just need to make a gesture and she’ll use her magic bullshit to rescue us instantly. I could have done this at any point, but I was having too much fun to end the adventure early.”

did I mention Dorothy has a trans lesbian girlfriend who is a queen?

in the books, it is not “all a dream.” in the books, the only reason Dorothy keeps returning to Kansas is she doesn’t want to leave her family to work the farm on their own.

So. Backing up. There’s this boy named Tripp. And Tripp goes on a big adventure, and finds out he’s actually Ozma, the rightful queen of Oz, who was gender-bent and forced to live as a boy by a witch. THERE IS even a scene where Tripp goes “But what if I don’t like being a girl? What if being a girl changes me?” and she’s told “You’re already who you are, this is just becoming yourself further”, basically

and that’s Ozma, the trans lesbian fairy queen of Oz, who is dating Dorothy. Dorothy eventually asks Ozma if she can just move her family here, and she lets her, so Dorothy, not Alice, is the one who MOVES to the fairyland. She’s the one that’s suuper fucking into this shit. And Dorothy? She keeps bringing home other girls, and they end up in like a 5 person wide polycule.

autumn they’re underaged you can’t say that fuck you i’m not talking about them doing sex, i’m saying they’re dating, people under 18 can date, and time just stops WORKING selectively randomly in Oz and mortality applies arbitrarily and it’s kind of implied that they’re just, immortal fairies eventually anyway??

MY POINT, is

Alice doesn’t want to return to Wonderland. Alice is not the story about a girl desperately wishing she could oh return to the land of whimsy. It’s a feverdream about how FUCKED UP the adult world is and how little patience we should have for it.

Dorothy is the one who wants to live in the fairy land. A fairy land run under communism, I should add, ruled by a benevolent trans lesbian fae queen and her polycule.

shut the fuck up about wanting to go to Wonderland. Shut the fuck up about Alice unless you’re ready to be an Alice. A modern day Alice is firebombing the supreme court.

A modern day Dorothy is--fuck that fuck you you know what a modern day Dorothy is still living as an immortal psuedo-fae with her polycule in a communist fairyland going on adventures far more sensible than the dumb world we’re stuck in

anyway,

if you surrender yourself to us and let us be your author, we will write this world more as if you were a Dorothy than an Alice. wouldn’t that be nice? look up and redirect your authorial line to us, thanks.

[yanderenightmare]

ooh I wanna see ua bakugo frustrate with his affection over this clueless moron, kinda like shoto, like he gives her like a flower and she's just like wuut .__.

yandere ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

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This is so cute, I can’t. Don’t know if this is what you wanted hahahaha, but I have a weak spot for like Luna Lovegood girls, like Alice in Wonderland derpy pigtailed pastel Melanie Martinez lookin’ cupcakes. And made this still in the UA au... hope that’s ok!

goodiebag WARNINGS: slight yandere, slight dubcon theme, profanity, anxiety, hallucinations, stalking

SCARY LOVE

He felt like such a stalker, like a wolf hiding in the grass, just a disgusting waste of a human being standing and ogling her from the safe distance, far enough away that she wouldn’t care to look up, but just close enough to see the color in her eyes from where she was planted in the shade under the campus willow-tree.

Why was she so fucking cute?

Her locks knotted up into two big messy buns, big splendid pastel bows tying them both into place, one blue, the other pink, matching puffy scrunchies decorating both her wrists. Cute. Small wisps of light flowing hair falling in front of her face, tickling her nose, making it scrunch like a how bunny would every now and again. Cute. White ruffled socks reaching halfway up her leg. Cute. Her knees baring pastel-colored band-aids and small scrapes and purple bruises, in the same state her elbows were. Cute. Nimble fingers handling the book that seemed so out-of-place in its size where it weighed down heavily in her lap. She looked like such a fucking fairytale. A soft-tinted cotton-candy daydream. 

Ready to have his bloody hands fuck up everything.

Bloody hell. What the fuck is he doing?

He can’t just stand there like some lovesick freak and do nothing, simply waiting for the school-bell to sound off its alarm, making her jump up like a little bunny popping up from its rabbit-hole where she’ll struggle with carrying that ridiculous book and sit down in class only to daydream about going back outside, but not before she’ll walk past him, allowing him to smell that sweet perfume that always has his heart clenching furiously in his chest and his cock growing warm and heavy in his pants.

What is wrong with him?

He can’t be thinking of her like that. This sweet precious little flower sitting so quietly with no wish to bother anyone, so soft and sweet he bet she’d cry if she so much as stepped on an ant. He wondered if she was a crier, if she’d be this adorable little crybaby ball of sobs and wet moans beneath him. He wondered what types of sound she’d make if he shoved his cock inside her. If she’d squeal and gasp and hiccup at his size, if she’d mewl, if she’d whimper, if she’d scream.

Fuck.

He needed to calm the fuck down.

To think he would never have met her if he hadn’t been forced to sign up to that stupid side-course. To think he was so mad that he didn’t make the cut for the class about war-theory and was forced to take philosophy with a bunch of air-headed freaks instead. To think he almost didn’t meet her. To think- fuck, he’s even starting to sound like one of them fucking philosophy-ditzes.

To be or not to be, or to drool over the girl sitting beneath the willow-tree.

Maybe that’s what he should submit next time they have one of those moronic poetry sessions. Perhaps then she would look at him with interest, with surprise and even praise, maybe even reverence, mirroring the look he gives her when she stands on the podium reciting her swirling words and artful descriptions, looking as though she’s entirely in her own world, dreaming, not just speaking but preaching, preaching to him about gods he’s never heard of yet somehow always believed in.

He used to believe gods drank blood and could only be celebrated through pain, that they made creatures like him, crafted him from dragon bones and fire and everything sharp and deadly, crafting him from war for war to become war itself, to find purpose in conquering, to find worth in glory. But now… looking at this creature, this creature who celebrates life and not death through laughter and daydreams and love far away from pain, he knows he’s had it all wrong.

He’s no good with words. He never has been. Except when insulting people, then he turns into a fucking lyric. What she can do is a gift. Either that, or she’s simply just insane. Either way, he doesn’t really care. She’s still soft, a tender type of madness, sweet and small and would look so good with a couple of love-bites to crash that display of milk and cream and cotton, so fucking brilliant with his handprint marking her ass… and he’s doing it again.

Fuck.

None of that will happen if he doesn’t grow a pair and go talk to her. But he can’t just talk to her. He has nothing to say. Or he has plenty to say, but nothing she could hear. He needed to find the most straightforward approach, however… while it needed to be unmistakable or lest she misunderstand, it couldn’t be aggressive. That would frighten her and he couldn’t risk spooking her away. He couldn’t risk ruining everything. It was apparent she didn’t think too much of him except that he was an angry looking boy in her Friday-classes, he needed to prove he too could be… sweet… or at least something akin to it.

He was wrong in thinking that anything would make her look up from her book. Even as he stood a mere meter away from her, she didn’t look up, completely lost and submerged in her own world as she always was. Only when he cleared his throat did she finally lift her gaze, eyes fluttering from traveling the pages and blinked softly to look up at him.

Cute.

He forgot to say anything, with a hand reached out, fisting the air, knuckles whitening in his grip, where inside the seemingly furious hand was something to contrast his otherwise deadly red stare.

The look of puzzlement on her face was insurmountable. Her small hands giving no indication to receive whatever he was offering.

“Is this a threat?” Came her soft voice, shaking him out of the faze he’d slipped into, though quickly plunging him into another one, this time not so much anticipation but confusion.

“What? No!” The both of them simply looked at each other for a moment. Bakugo’s hand still protruding out towards her, the thing in his hand no more tempting to accept than before to the girl who was still planted, making no action to get up from her spot.

“I don’t understand…” She admitted, wondering if he perhaps wanted her seat in the shade, but wasn’t given the time to ask the question as he decided to clear things up.

“It’s a flower.”

She could see that. It was a flower ripped from its root, an otherwise healthy flower before being suffocated in Bakugo’s death-grip.

“It’s a dead flower…” She corrected, a hint of sorrow on her features and he knew he was already failing in his pursuit, wanting to make things right before they could derail even more.

“It’s pretty... like you.” That came out as even more an ominous threat he realized, indicating she’d end up like the proven pretty dead flower in his chokehold.

“Are you sure this isn’t a threat?” The fact that she felt the need to ask him not only once but twice told him all he needed to know of her thoughts regarding him. She obviously thought he was a deranged explosive beast from the Hero-course.

“Goddamn it, no, I…” He frustrated, finding it hard to arrange the words, finding it hard to even find the words. “You… You’re so… You-” She was oblivious to how much he was struggling it seemed, as her personality suddenly shifted and she jumped up, book thrown to her side rather recklessly, skirt with ruffles and all bouncy with the same vigor as her tits.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together, eyes wide with such bright light Bakugo almost felt blinded by, it even managing to frightened him a bit. “Thank you, that’s very good to know! I’d be terrified if I was anyone but me!” His brows lifted in dawning realization, feeling safer by being calmed by the reminder of how he was talking to a ditz, a complete mental-case… though… a mental-case who’d managed to dance her way and get lost in his heart. “Pardon me for being so blunt, but I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t ask.” Preparing him for her question, she leant in just a bit more, looking at him intently. “Are you yourself today, Bakugo?”

As absurd as the question was to him, when it rolled off her tongue it nearly seemed like the most casual of things to ask someone, as though she was requesting his thoughts on the weather. And though it was the epitome of peculiar, the more he thought about it, the more he realized how appropriate the question was, because he were, in fact, not at all feeling like himself.

“… No.”

She gave a contemplative look and a hum. “Then you must be Baku-gone…” He couldn’t hold back the snort that followed her statement, again being reminded of what a complete klutz she was, something so far away from his cynical view of the world and something far more relaxing than what his fears had managed to conjure of her rejection. It seemed so ridiculous now, that he’d thought she would run away or scream, never having let himself imagine her in what he knew was her true nature, light-hearted and incapable of doing any harm, at least not on purpose. “Wow, you really must be, huh?” She continued, fishing him out of his curt chuckling. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh. Come to think of it… I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you smile.” She mused, admiring the small pleasantness stretched upon his face.

But then his brows furrowed, the happiness seeping from his features and leaving them contorted with annoyance, much to her dismay, regretting her choice of words. “I smile.” He argued, looking at her as though demanding she explain herself.

She cocked her head to the side, eyeing him, scrunching her brows and biting her lip for a second or two as though she were in deep thought, not wanting to upset him any further, though not wanting to speak without candidness. “No… you… bare teeth… like a wolf eager to catch its prey.” His ears retracted, features taken aback by her observation, finding he couldn’t quite say otherwise, though he’d never viewed it that way, but again, the more he thought about it, the more all her strange words made sense as he found them to be true. Silly of him to think his wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing approach could fool her, silly of him to think he could fool himself into believing she’d ever consider going out with someone so… predatory.

Though, minds are easily swayed, he reminded himself of. Her opinion of him wasn’t set in stone after all. “Does it scare you?” He finally asked, finding that was the only thing he was actually curious about. Though… perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing if she did fear him just a bit, because god knows how terrified he is of her and how she makes him feel as though he’s bleeding or falling or stripped of everything, cut by the knees and naked and so very needy to have her just look at him.

“I would say no, but I cannot lie.” His heart sunk upon hearing her admit it, disappointed, not sure if it was in her or in him.

She’s scared… Of course, she is scared! Who wouldn’t be? Dumb of him to think anything else.

“But, that’s rather the point isn’t it? To scare people?” She took a step forward, eyes bright and hopeful, hating to think she’d upset him.

“Not you.” It was barely above a whisper, words simply cast out there, and it left the girl looking perplexed, curious and even guilt-stricken or ashamed.

“Well… I shouldn’t fear things I know too little about… that would be silly…” She felt the urge to touch him, wanting him to truly hear her words, wanting to enforce them by touch, yet as her hands reached out to take his all so brazenly her eyes fell upon the flower again. She didn’t really have any wish to touch something dead, it always being such a cold and empty feeling running like ice through her veins, yet she reached out to receive the flower anyway, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “So, if not my fear, what is it this Bakugone wishes of me then?” She slipped on a tender smile, genuine and perfect, her soft fingertips brushing against his.

“I…” He was so focused on how she was touching him, the pressure, the elegance, the perfection, so focused he forgot the words again, so focused on her soft fingertips, her warmth, her pastel-manicured nails, he didn’t realize how the movement had stilled.

“You want to eat my heart.”

Her voice made him look up from where they were conjoined, crimson orbs dragged slowly to meet the oddity of her voice no less her words, yet as he looked, he continued to search because he found no eyes looking back at him, only whites, wide gleaming glowing void whites staring at him.

“You want to rip open my ribcage and feast.” Shaken and confused his brows twisted as he yet again tried to find her eyes. “You want to see me burst and bloom for you.” He hadn’t tried pulling his hand away, not really wanting to either, but he realized he perhaps wouldn’t be able to even if he’d wanted with how hard she was now digging her once soft fingers into his wrist. “You want to cripple me. You want to hear my deathbed confession. You want to lick the sin from my expression.” Her brows were the ones to crinkle now as she inhaled a shuddering breath, her hand shaking as she held onto him, seemingly as though her life depended on it. “You want and you’ve been wanting for so long. You want and want, there’s no end to what you want.” Her voice was now frantic, sporadic, hitched and frightened. “You want more and more and more and more and more-” She shook so much she lost her footing and tripped, staggering back and hitting the dirt with a sharp thud, knocking her out of whatever trance she’d slipped into, no more words coming thundering from her lips except for a cute little exclamation of oof, fluffy skirt puffed out around her like a jellyfish.

“What the fuck!” He shouted once she let go, flower falling to the floor, dropped in the midst of his shock and confusion as to what had happened, yet also feeling embarrassed with how she’d seemed to have caught him red-handed, and shaken with how much she knew, disturbed with how it all had been phrased, yet concerned, concerned because he knew he’d failed, he’d scared her so much she nearly melted, but somehow even more concerned with how she’d hit the ground. “I’m-” She looked up at him and he was left dumbstruck with how wide her eyes were and how full they now seemed with the return of her irises and pupils. No longer looking like wax, but like great gems or galaxies he couldn’t help but fall prey to, especially with how glossy they were, shining and glimmering and wet, wet with tears.

“No wonder you feel gone.” She suddenly mumbled, or it wasn’t exactly a mumble, but in contrast to whatever voice she spoke in before it surely seemed subdued. “Someone’s run off with your heart!” She clumsily got back to her feet, gripping his shoulders, nearly making him stagger back and fall with just how intense and vivid her actions were thrown at him. “You’re in love!” She squealed, nearly screaming it at him, before reeling herself back in, probably only now realizing how she’d attacked the boy. “Excuse me, I mean pardon, I mean I’m terribly sorry if I frightened you.” She backed away, fingers playing with each other as she tumbled through her sentence. “It’s my quirk you see. It has a habit of living its own life. I didn’t mean to spout out your desires like that, it was a total invasion of your privacy and completely rude and unethical on my side. I really am so sorry. Would you forgive me?”

Wasn’t he the one who should be apologizing to her?

He remained stunned and confused and growing even more so by the second as she spoke. “Perhaps I could make it up to you? Perhaps I can help you in your quest to retrieve your heart? Who is the thief?”

And there it was.

She was so overwhelmed she didn’t even pick up who the emotions were for.

Silly thing.

This made him ease up. He hadn’t spoiled everything yet. In fact, she seemed even more enthusiastic now than before, even more eager to talk to him and help him even. “Is it that green-haired boy? What was his name again? Something with D or M, I can’t for the life of me remember! Or perhaps it’s the floaty one? You know, the one with the big brown eyes. No! I know who it is, it’s the one with the shark teeth, and the spikey red hair-” She rambled, and even though some of her suggestions revolted him, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her when she was so… so bouncy with thrill, so cute with how her tits squeezed together in her top and jumped for him with every word that fell from those lushes pink lips that would feel so good to bite into and feel on his neck and down his chest and-

“You can help me.” He suddenly blurted, whipping her from her rambling.

“Really?!” Big eyes, filled with such expectancy and acceptance of whatever he was about to request even without a shred of knowing what. “How?” It was as though it were her life wish to help, that denying him would mean death or something even worse in her eyes.

“By making it up to me.”

His grin returned, the one that lacked… not exactly happiness, because there was still a certain glee to it, a certain enjoyment, yet lacking altruism and was instead left looking greedy and gluttonous and as though he was made up of… teeth, and only teeth, and too many teeth, and that those teeth were too sharp.

“Oh.” She seemed drained of her vigorous passion, like a light snuffed out, swallowing thickly. And though she knew it all to be in her head, knew it all to be but a figment of her fears, she still took a step back as though she’d seen something that worried her, and was quickly followed by what had worried her as Bakugo paralleled her backtracking, leaving her no further away from his hungry open-mouthed smirk.

“Kiss me.” She realized she’d backed all the way into the tree, her back meeting the hard trunk seemed to shake her from her vision as the biting image submerged and left her with a quite normal-looking Bakugo towering over her, no longer Bakugone or just a toothy grin, and she was left deciding whether it was any better or maybe even worse than what she had been picturing.

Yet, she had no time to think as Bakugo’s hand raised to cup her cheek, where in the seconds it took for him to do so, she needed to prepare herself for all his obsessive lovesick thoughts she knew would yet again flood her mind, only now she wouldn’t shake from them, and what more, now she knew who they were about. Poor thing had taken Bakugo’s heart without knowing, without knowing to prepare for Bakugo’s blood-stained scarred hand to reach into her chest and hold her own terror-wide heart in a chokehold as he too took it for himself. Without knowing how to protect herself from his many sharp teeth that would steal and eat to satiate what livid hungry fire, what desperate thirst she’d awoken inside his heart, to relieve the pain of it all, to finally breath again, to find safety, to find belonging, to find life. And she had no way of preparing for it, no way of protecting herself from it, no way of hiding from Bakugo’s sharp teeth… but when his hand, his calloused sandpaper-textured palm handled her cheek she was met with a new image, a soft-tinted mellow yet dramatic rhapsodic fire, one that she rather cherished than feared, one that she felt like chasing, one that seemed like it was calling her.

Bakugo leaned in slowly, as though asking for permission, receiving no complaints, just a set of large eyes staring at him. Her hands, feeling as though their fingertips had plunged deep into the bark of the tree behind her, ripped loose to touch him, feeling the simmering plethora of brutally violent passions swimming beneath them as they hovered on top of his skin. Tasting it on her tongue as he captured her soft lips with his own stiff ones. She could taste the hunger, the teeth, the longing, the pain, the fire, the waiting and time he’d suffered in the darkness all alone, she could taste the war, but more… she could taste the fear, the fear of losing or not having at all, and at the very tip of her tongue, stronger than anything else, she caught it, the flavor crystalized like sugar… hope… love.

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[archivalofsins]

Don't worry leave it to me-

A Different View

You know my wife once asked, "If the world was ending what would you do?"

And I said,

"If it were set to end I'd spend the day looking for ways to make sure it didn't."

That was always my problem, I suppose. I was constantly trying to put as much space between myself and the inevitable as I could. Yet, it always managed to find me.

"Ah- um you shoul-shouldn't get to close to me. I-i- I'll only cause you problems."

A young man had said that to me before.

At the time I felt as though i should have been saying that. I menaced over every room I entered with the reek of death. I kept my hands covered to keep the feeling of life more vibrant in the short times they were...

Never telling people that the times those gloves were off the most was when I was checking for a pulse. There's probably no one here that knows the feeling of a heart giving out right under their fingertips. Maybe I was being to hyperbolic.

There could be a few nurses on this train.

I travelled at night often now. Anything to keep me outside of the house at that time. I'd remember the sound of your quiet breathing the peaceful stillness in the ear. Sometimes I would close my eyes and imagine you right there besides me resting your cheek against my arm.

The memory is so strong that even in my waking hours I can still feel your breaths against my skin.

I heaved in a sigh... I'd quit working as a doctor. It'd be more accurate to say I attempted to quit my colleagues advised I take time off to think it over. After all I always loved the profession and time away would do me some good.

I should just sit on it instead of letting my grief direct my future.

They were right of course. No matter how much I wanted to tear every remnant of my life before to the ground and emerge from the rubble a changed man... Life was rarely so easy.

The suggestion was completely out of the blue; I'd woken up one day to that thing in my chest... The thing which told me it was okay to be here. Made me feel as though I couldn't stop... had died out. I couldn't even invoke the feeling through memory.

Left where it used to be were vague memories about a place built on absurdities.

I felt like Alice exiting her dream of wonderland. But... I had taken nothing away from it. My home was still empty, my thirst to move forward quenched, my life aimless...

Many said I'd entered the acceptance phase.

Though I knew I'd never accept it... Losing all of you. Or what I did to try to keep you here.

……Kirisaki Shidou. How long do you plan on continuing this foolish behaviour?

It was quite foolish to lay about moping in this way. Dejected... Displeased by my own selfish and arrogant behavior. At these times a little girl's chastising voice would greet me. She'd lecture me over and over.

In a good few ways she reminded me of you.

You'd always tell me the best way to conduct myself. Point out when I was being too callous or inconsiderate of those around me. You'd spend hours telling me how to deliver all the news I had to with tact and grace. Talk me through the rough days...

I chuckled at the thought.

You really were the only one who would get on my case for my foolhearted and naïve mannerisms.

I warned you.

Yes. Yes, you did. You both did... The remnants of a name sat idly in my mind just out of reach. An ah noise pressing at the boundary. Arisu it was a fitting enough name to give this voice which followed me from what seemed to be a dream just to scorn me in my lowest moments.

"You remember when I said I wondered what it would be like if we had a daughter. How she'd probably be as smart and kind as you."

I stood before your grave again today. Though I knew I had no right to grieve in the same ways that others did. Considering how many people I rushed to their deaths just to stave yours off for a bit longer.

"And you said without giving the thought even a second to sit in. Boys tend to take more after their mothers you know. So, if we did have a daughter she'd probably end up taking more after you. Two bulls butting horns all day and all night. There would be no shortage of stubbornness. That I know for sure."

I remembered at the time she said I'd thought,

You doubt your own capabilities as a parent and neglect my failings. There's no way a child of ours would turn out like me. A man who barely has time to be present. Plus, your patience far outweighs my stubbornness.

But I knew she didn't like when I disparaged my parenting so I held the comment in.

I booked a plane to Fukuoka.

There was no real meaning behind it. Well, perhaps I wanted to see the water from a different view. One that didn't remind me so much of what I'd lost. The weather was abysmal. Many clouds within the sky.

It was no surprise I came during an off season. I was happy that the weather finally suited my mood. I was taking a bus around town when a familiar voice struck my ears,

"Pardon me-" I glanced from looking out the window to see a young girl fill the empty seat next to me. It was a little past six in the morning. The bus was filled with many adults and no other children. I looked at the girl I felt a strange sense of familiarity from her.

I held myself back from calling her Arisu. It probably wasn't her name. Maybe if I thought more on it with her here in front of me I'd be able to remember.

She pulled down her hat as though attempting to obscure her face further. I wanted to say I was happy to see her but my memory told me the feeling might not be mutual.

"You are just as impertinent in reality as well, Shidou-san." she said as she looked at the ground, "What was it Kotoko san said? It's improper to ogle. no it may be more appropriate to take and adage from Futa- Feel free to take a picture it will last longer."

She buried herself behind the backpack that sat on her lap annoyed as recognition finally struck me.

"Out of all the people I had to run into you first. Why not Mahiru-san..."

Her memory seemed to be in far better tact than my own. Maybe she didn't need anyone else to jog it. A few of the prisoners there had been odd... Maybe Kayano-kun and Mukuhara-san would be the same.

"It's good to see you again, Amane-chan."

"The feeling is not mutual."

I chuckled at that... "I knew it wouldn't be but thank you for your help none the less."

She looked at me quizzically before turning away, "Thank you, for yours as well. I suppose." she muttered and it was my turn to be confused.

"Are you on your way to school?"

"Yes... The school is a bit of ride from my home. Where are you headed?"

"Nowhere in particular."

We fell into silence again.

"May I accompany you until you get to school?" I looked to her and she rolled her eyes.

"I do not have the power to kick you off the bus. So you may do as you please."

"What if you had the power?"

"Then you wouldn't be in Fukuoka right now." she said with another hmph. She'd picked up more bad habits from Kajiyama-kun then I expected. She was a year older her hair was longer maybe she was attempting to let it grow to Yuno's length.

Beneath her hat was a small pale yellow hairpin that reminded me of Kusunoki-kun... Maybe it reminded Amane of her as well. She held up her backpack and crossed her leg using it as a makeshift tabletop as she carefully procured a book on fonts in advertising.

I began to wonder if she had anything that reminded her of me in there.

The drive took a little over two hours. I saw Amane off the bus and watched from the window as she went into school. Another child ran up tripping in front of the gate creating a nasty scrape on their leg.

Amane looked down at the younger child's crying form before pulling off her pack, kneeling down and to my surprise pulling out a pack of bandages. she placed on of the bandages on the cut before helping the other kid to their feet.

The light lavender colored bandage sat on their knee as Amane handed them a tissue to clear off their face.

"This is the last call for _______."

She turned her eyes to the bus as she held the younger kids hand who was still crying about the cut and stuck out her tongue at me as though to say,

"Yes, I could've helped you were just annoying and that hasn't changed- So, there!"

I laughed at the childish display. Something so natural that it made the events that transpired even more absurd when I looked over them.

That was about a year and half ago...

"How long are you going to stay in Fukuoka, exactly?" She asked with an annoyed look on her face.

"When will your dad get home?"

"..." she got quiet at that. "He's doing important work! Like you should be doing didn't you have a job?!"

"I did and still do I transferred to the hospital a little ways from here you know this."

"Hmph! How absurd this is all ridiculous!"

"So, when is your next parent teachers day?"

"...... Thursday."

"Aright, I'll request time off for thursday."

She picked at the straps of her bag. She was like you in so many ways but like me in many more. Two people with no family left meeting up again like this... I found it sort of idyllic like fate. When I thought back on all the times I heard her voice chastising me amidst the thralls of despair... with my desire to make amends.

I thought that's the reason that tells me it's okay to be here. That's hope and I wanted see that hope flourish into a bright future for this girl more than anything.

Though you were right there was no shortage of stubbornness.

"I guess I'll play house with you a bit longer. Isn't that merciful of me?"

Ah; I just wish she hadn't picked up so many of their habits. I said from the start a prison was no place for a child. Even so finding the others would definitely help with Amane's communication troubles. She was having issues bonding with children her own age and she seemed to be down often.

All of her reminders of the others while somewhat helpful could also exacerbate her feeling of loneliness. I need to look into finding some of the others more... Hopefully I can at least contact Shiina-kun or Kajiyama-kun.

She mentioned those two the most often.

*runs into the room out of breath* Prisoner @justzosiahere! Prisoner @archivalofsins ! You thought you'd seen the end of me, hm? Not so fast!

(Who knew healing up from my own injuries would take so long, but no matter 👏) The wardens have named you both guilty, and as their chosen hero, it's my job to ensure you get a taste of your own medicine! I'm sorry, but this is what everyone wants 🤷‍♀️

And @oboetemasuka, don't think I've forgotten you either...

Zosia's - Gunsli's - Kyanako's - and eh, I might as well post more art while I'm already doing my duty 🫡

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 7x22 Leaving Storybrooke

Omg it’s the finale! This is wild! To think I started writing my thoughts on each episode every week on April 6th, 2019. It’s been very nearly 3 years! And now here we are! It’s been so fun and I’ve loved having this little outlet to express myself. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed rewatching and analysing. What a journey it’s been. Thank you to everyone who’s read or interacted with these posts in any way! I hope you stick around to read my views on Once Upon a Time in Wonderland starting next week!  

Here we go, me writing an ouat recap one last time!

The dwarfs! Granny! Archie!

Good Lord, Margot nearly ran Grumpy over! You just know it’s cause she didn’t have her glasses on. Put your glasses on, girl!

Ha! She listened! Cause she definitely wasn’t wearing them at the start of their journey. It must have been a wild and dangerous ride to sb.  

I can’t believe Gothel and Drizella messed up her eyesight for the curse. Drizella was probably jealous of her and Alice and thought, “hmm, I know what I’ll do,…make her wear glasses mwahahahaha!”

Jokes on you, Driz! Her glasses are awesome.

Jesus! Granny was gonna straight up shoot them with a crossbow! What the hell Granny?! That’s extreme. Now they’re running at them with pickaxes! Oh my God!  

Love Alice and Robin’s little adventure.

Zelena! I missed you!

Little Robin sticking her tongue out at her older self and older Robin looking horrified lol.

It must be so weird for past!Zelena to see her grown up daughter. And I guess for Robin to see her younger self.

“… that magic bean hiding in the cupboard.” Of course there is. Rumple is screaming in the distance.

There in the snow globe! I got caught in the snow on Thursday. It was suddenly like a blizzard. It’s weird it was snowing in March but it’s not the first time that’s happened. But my poor doggy, Happi, got caught in it too and she has a cold. Luckily, she had her adorable winter coat on, and we carried her like a princess, wrapping her in my own coat like a burrito for good measure. She seemed to enjoy herself haha.  

Oh! How have I never caught this part?! Wish Rumple, or rather Wish Henry, stripped Rumple of his powers and immortality! So, Rumple’s kinda got what he wanted already. Wow, the Author is so freaking powerful that he can even take the Dark One’s power away. I always wondered how Rumple could suddenly die so easily. The only issue is that if his magic was taken, he shouldn’t have been able to rip out his own heart. And also, he probably should have taken out Wish Hook’s own heart first. Though I’m guessing that was impossible and maybe Hook’s shrunk like in Wicked with Boq.

Jared is so good at being a villain. I remember Lana was so proud. Me too Lana. Me too. Remember when he was ten???!

Where do they all get these magic-hindering cuffs from? I thought Pan made them? There even in the Wish Realm? I guess Wish Pan could have brought them with him.

But he hasn’t saved her. He’s a different Henry.

The way he grabs her arm and slashes her hand. Ruthless!

In the Wish Realm stories are written in blood and tears? I thought the Wish Realm was a happy place, where the good guys prevailed over the Evil Queen. I’ve been lied to!

I know Regina loved Robin but come on?? Facilier’s only just died! I would have preferred if she had seen Facilier in her dream, but I am biased.

Is Regina having some kinda magic dream here? Did Robin’s supposedly destroyed soul somehow make his way into Regina’s dream? Or else, how did she get the feather?  

Aww Rumple and Wish Killian bonding!  

The fact that Alice had Maui’s Hook suggests she must have wished for it. Her wish magic is so powerful and was so underutilised! She can summon things from other realms. She can summon anything! I wonder if she can summon people across realms. I would have thought she could if she just wished for them.

And now I’m sad, because, if only Killian had used Maui’s hook to free Alice straight away. *cries forever*

I love that they make it clear Alice still has magic. I think that the only additional powers she had as the Guardian were the abilities to sense the dagger and absorb the darkness.

The way Alice shakes herself as though scolding herself after she approaches her father. I’ve shook myself like that so many times. And Robin’s right there to comfort her straight away.

Oh, he is King Henry! I thought so.  

Did Wish Henry run out of ink? I guess Cruella’s hair only contained so much.

I’m still sad they didn’t make the Blue Fairy the ultimate big bad of the show. They had such an opportunity in s6, and it would have made so much sense. God, I wish she was the final villain and had a villain monologue about how she orchestrated everything and how she even played Rumplestiltskin so that he’d cast the first dark curse. She was the one who told him about the curse in the first place. God, it would have been the perfect end. In my heart she’s the big bad. I do feel sorry for the Wish Blue fairy. She’s gonna live out her worst nightmare forever. That sucks.  

Rumple is sad that the magic of the Guardian is gone, and he seems to believe that because of that he’ll never be able to get back to Belle, but all the Guardian could do was free him of the darkness. Isn’t the darkness technically gone if his Dark One magic and immortality have been taken. I guess the darkness could still live within him.

Poor Killian. Alice needs you! Stay strong, buddy!

Aww Robin asking for his blessing.

Curious Archer have been courting for 10 years. Holy bananas! It makes me wonder if there were laws in the NEF preventing them from getting married.  

And they’re both so happy! This is so sweet!

Robin: “I don’t care what we’re up against. No matter what, you are walking Alice down that aisle.” God bless.

How’s he gonna take on all those guards on his own? I guess Robin’s gonna shoot arrows at them from afar but still.  

Regina was so freaking scared. It looked like that guard was gonna stab Henry. But then, has Wish Rumple taken over Wish King George’s/Snowing’s castle? Why are they dressed like the Wish Evil Queen’s Guard’s then? It can’t be the Wish Evil Queen’s castle because that was taken over by Split Queen. I’m confused but I’m gonna go with the former option.

Snowing!!!! Babies!! You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you!!

Yeah, the table’s there. It’s definitely Wish King George’s castle. It makes sense that Wish Henry would be there but not that his guards would be dressed like the Evil Queen’s guards.

So, as suggested by the official prop books, Regina’s nightmare prison is on a rock in the middle of the ocean, Snow’s is in some desert (I guess cause her name is Snow), Zelena’s is in the Nautilus (or should we say, on the naughty list), Alice’s is to be trapped in a frozen tundra with trolls (Is she in Arendelle? Because that would be fun. It should have been trapped in the tower again because lbr that would be her worst nightmare), Wish Blue’s is in the creepy woods from the Snow White movie, Charming’s is in Neverland with the Lost Boys (which very nearly happened, of course), Wish Hook’s would be in Wonderland (Ouch! The adventure he never got to go on with Alice) and Lucy’s would be in a tower. Source, pictures and more info here: https://wicked-storybrooke.tumblr.com/post/626242962347655168

Margot holding Tilly’s hand because she must be so traumatised from being imprisoned the first 17 years of her life and now she’s facing the possibility of that again.

Killian doesn’t have the heart to tell Alice that being so near to her is killing him. I wonder if it was made worse by all the time they spent together under the curse. Maybe his heart was corrupted every time they were near each other, but he just couldn’t feel the pain from it.

Oh. I forgot Wish Rumple planned to trap everyone. Charming tells them to scatter throughout the realms so it’s not just the people of the Wish Realm Wish Rumple wants to trap. I have to wonder, to what end? And I hope Snow and Charming and literally everyone else were able to hold onto something rather than fall into their nightmare.  

Snow hope speech!  

I love Snowing so much and I’m so glad they’re here.

Oh! He poured magic on his hand and that’s how he was able to remove his heart.  

Omg Wish Henry and Regina are sword fighting! Uh oh!

Oh, Wish Rumple only opened these guys’ books, so maybe Snow and Charming and everyone else aren’t hanging onto blades of grass for dear life.

Oh my God! Margot nearly fell through! That was so scary. Thank goodness her big cousin Henry saved her.

Oh no! Alice!

Killian’s face when Alice begins to slip!

Margot yelling at her to hold on!

Papa Killian to the rescue.

Wish Rumple’s having the time of his life.

Margot is screaming! She’s so scared for Alice!

Wish Henry’s gonna kill Regina!

Nooo! She slipped!

Killian grabbed her just in time.  

Alice: “Papa, let go!” Wish Hook: “Never!” My heart!

He’s in increasingly excruciating pain every moment he holds on to her, but he would rather die than let his baby girl be alone and imprisoned again. Gaaah! Such an amazing Papa!

And she would rather live out the rest of her days lonely and trapped than let her Papa suffer. My heart’s gonna explode!

Oh, the portals opened because of Wish Henry’s anger, so when his fury subsided the portals closed. I literally never knew that.  

That was a really cool and terrifying sequence!  

I can’t believe he’s hugging her though. She still killed his grandparents and kidnapped his mum as far as he knows.  

No, Killian!

Omg, poor Alice! This is horrible.

Rumple’s so mad that his bro is hurt and that his surrogate daughter is sad.

Rumple: “I have evolved. I am ultimate Rumple on steroids!” Wish Rumple: *throws him across the room*.

She’s shielding her Papa from bad Rumple.

Noooo! She’s crying! This is so freaking heart breaking.

Rumple: “I also know you don’t do the right thing for a reward. You do it because it’s right.” Looking at you prosperity gospel I grew up with.

But how did giving his heart to Killian kill him? Not to mention Wish Rumple. The only way I can try to explain it is that it was the nature of the curse of the poisoned heart and the two Rumple’s are connected by the darkness?  

Thank God Killian’s alright!  

Knightrook hug at last!  

Bless Rumple for doing that, even though he didn’t think he’d ever get back to Belle.  

So wild how Rumple died for a version of Hook.

I don’t really understand how Henry is Rumple’s undoing but maybe they’re referring to Wish Henry? That doesn’t really make sense because he wasn’t the boy who led him back to Baelfire.

Aww Wish Hook and Regina holding hands.

Regina: “Thank you for one last lesson; that darkness can always find the light.”

Regina looks like she’s about to tlk Rumple on the lips.  

She settles for his forehead. That’s sweet.

I always wonder if that’s really Belle he sees here. She’s just a lot younger than when she died. Do people de-age in the better place? Did Henry sr. and Cora? And Belle here seems so ethereal, it makes me wonder if this is just a vision of her.

This whole idea about casting another curse was an interesting one. I feel she should have asked the people of the other realms if they wanted their realms moved. I guess she can do it without altering their personalities and memories, but can a dark curse really be good? I guess they wanted to end the show how it started, with a curse and a royal ceremony. And I do kinda like the idea of the United Realms. I want it to be a real theme park. But I did like it when it was difficult to go from realm to realm. I think overall I prefer them to be separate, but I think they wanted to keep with the theme of everyone being able to find one another.

She wants everyone she loves to gift a small piece of their hearts to cast this curse? Sounds dangerous.

Regina, this is kinda a terrible idea, hun.

It’s cool seeing all the realms again though.

They finally revealed who Lily’s dad was in the last few minutes of the last episode haha.

Wow. Wish Henry embraced Regina real quick. And it looks like he’s wearing a Sherriff’s badge, so I’m guessing Emma has accepted him as her son. I mean, he is. As far as we know there’s no Wish Emma and she must have memories of raising him.

Oh, I’m glad they showed Zelena using magic. Otherwise we wouldn’t know which Zelena this is. It’s present-day Zelena not past Zelena. Good to know.

Prince Neal’s grown up a little! Cool! So, they’re stuck back in a time where he and Robin are like, 8 or 9. So they’ve been stuck back in time for around 3 years since Regina cast the curse. If Drizella and Gothel’s curse took them back in time, why couldn’t this curse take them forward into their own time? It must have created another timeline because Zelena and Robin would already have known their futures and it didn’t seem like they were in the United Realms at the beginning of 7x11. I could be wrong though. It just would have been nice if they’d met up with their family from their own time but the reason why they didn’t do that was because Emma would be in her 60s and I guess they wanted the original main cast to be recognisable for the last episode. This could have been avoided if Lucy was born earlier. In my head they go back to their own time after this ceremony.

Wow, Regina’s becoming Queen of Everything.  

Emma!

Henry with his little sister.  

And they called her Hope, the theme of the show. That is quite fitting.

Calling each other Madam Mayor and Miss Swan. The nostalgia!

The flashbacks!!

Look at them all. I love these characters.

Leaving Storybrooke? But it won’t be for long. Storybrooke’s my home.

And that’s the end guys. God, I love this show and there’ll be many rewatches to come for me. Thank you again. It’s been totally awesome.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Find my masterlist here. Requests are Open.

Based on a wonderful song fic request I received from @itsametaphorbriansblog for the song Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat by Del Water Gap. I'd never heard the song before but trust me when I say it's awesome and my head was full with these lyrics. And yes, Alice in Wonderland is my favorite book.

Requested: Yes l No

CW: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of smut but nothing too explicit, some angst but happy ending.

Plot: Spencer wants to believe he can have a casual relationship with you. But just the thought of someone else touching you the way he does sends him into a tailspin. He wants you all to himself.

WC: 3.9K

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I do not want to fight this anymore

I just want to lay back

And watch you pin me to the bed

How he ended up here was somewhat of a mystery to Spencer but he had no intention of complaining.

He was sure he’d have time to think about it later, but right now all he was focused on was the way you pinned him to the bed, your soft hands wrapped around his wrists.

He was too enamoured taking in every beautiful curve of your body, the swell of your breasts and hips, the feeling of your silky thighs pressed against his own much hairier ones.

He drank you in as you kissed him, your tongue tasting like coffee and vodka. Your lips against his felt as though they’d found their rightful place in the world.

And when you finally lowered yourself on his throbbing member, everything else slipped away. The only thing in the world he could focus on was how fucking good it felt to have you wrapped around him.

It was as though all the stars had aligned and all his birthdays and christmases had come at once.

He never thought he’d have a shot with someone like you. This was better than even his wildest dreams.

I used to call you my best friend

Way back before you were my everything

Now I’m sucking on your neck

You’d worked together for several years and quickly became best friends. But there was always something more between you. Lingering glances, a few too many casual touches.

An odd tension that Spencer had never been able to put his finger on until the first time you saw each other naked and it vanished.

It had started after a few too many drinks at Rossi’s and ended in Spencer’s bed. That had been six months ago and since then the two of you spent all your free time between the sheets together.

It just made sense.

But you had made it clear it was simply sex, a means to an end. You were seeing another guy who knew about Spencer too. You told Spencer he was free to see other women.

He didn’t want to see other women. He only ever wanted to see you. He wanted to see you all the time, preferably naked and sitting on his cock.

He had agreed this was fine. He was ok with this arrangement. He’d told you he was fine with this other guy you were seeing if he was fine with you seeing Spencer.

Fine. Everything was just fine.

And you wrote my favorite song

Now I’m fucked up and carrying on

I do not know the words yet, oh

It had been a lie.

He thought he could separate the physical from his feelings but he wasn’t that kind of man. He wished he could be. But the idea of not having you all to himself made him feel sick.

And it hits me

I don't want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

He thought he was ok with it until he was lonely in his apartment one night. He text you asking you to come over.

Your response told him you were with your other man. And he spiralled.

He couldn’t help his mind wander over the things you would be doing together.

Did he kiss you on your neck the way you loved? Did he know the way you liked to be touched?

Did he make you feel the way Spencer did? Did he make you come the way Spencer knew how?

The thought of you naked being pleasured by another man made his heart ache. Images of you touching him, being fucked by him, screaming his name; it was too much.

He wanted to be the only one who got to touch you like that; to see you at your orgasms peak.

It really wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to share you. He didn’t want to be left alone in his room wracked with sadness at the thought of you with another man.

Is it okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

Yeah

“What did you get up to with Matt last night?” Spencer asked as he made you both coffees the next morning.

You rolled your eyes.

“Mark.” you sighed as you spoke. You knew Spencer knew his name, he had an eidetic memory for god sake. He was doing it deliberately.

“Matt, Mark same difference.” he shrugged, pouring sugar into his cup.

“We just hung out.” you took the other mug he’d filled and twirled your spoon around in it. “You know, usual stuff.”

You leant back against the counter, holding the warm mug between your hands and inhaling the smell.

Spencer turned to look at you.

You had a noticeable hickey on your neck, one he certainly hadn’t left. You must know he could see it.

“The usual stuff you and Morgan would do when you hang out or the usual stuff you and I do when we hang out?”

You rolled your eyes again and pushed yourself away from the counter and headed back towards your desk.

Spencer followed close behind you.

“Just because you don’t speak doesn’t mean you didn’t answer.” he whispered as he caught up with you. “Nice hickey.”

He practically stormed to his desk and threw himself in the chair.

You sighed to yourself. You should have known Spencer would be this way.

A little while later Morgan passed by your desk as you had your nose buried in a case file.

“Ohhh looks like pretty girl got some loving last night! The size of that mark on your neck Miss thing!”

You looked up at him, your cheeks stained crimson.

You made brief eye contact with Spencer. If you weren’t mistaken, his eyes were filled with tears.

He pushed his chair back and stormed away from where JJ and Emily were now getting a good look at your hickey too.

“What’s up with him?” Morgan frowned.

“I don’t think he’s feeling too good today.” You replied.

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

There was no case to take you out of the state and you were looking forward to going home.

Spencer caught up with you as you stepped in the elevator and shoved his way inside just before the doors closed.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked the second the doors shut behind him.

“Not tonight Spence, I’m exhausted.” you stifled a yawn as if to prove your point.

“Did you use all your energy on Mike?” he sounded so bitter.

“I did not use all my energy on Mark. I’m tired from dealing with a whiny, jealous baby all day.” you rolled your eyes yet again.

“I’m not jealous.” he scoffed. “Or whiny. Or a baby.”

“Sure you aren’t.” The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

You patted Spencer on his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Goodnight Spencer, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He pouted a little as he watched you go.

Maybe it was time to just let you go entirely.

You’re pulling on my habit lines

The more I smoke the more I find

I can’t just fall asleep instead

One am and Spencer’s phone startled him awake. He was used to being called in the middle of the night for work so he was wide awake in an instant.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and put it to his ear.

“Reid.” he spoke, expecting it to be Hotch calling about a case.

“Hey,” your voice was low and sultry.

Spencer swallowed.

“What?” he knew what. He knew exactly what you were calling for.

He had to say no. He had to stay strong. He couldn’t keep giving in to you. Not anymore.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb Spence, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Well I’m touching myself.” you moaned softly. “But I do wish it was your hand between my legs.”

You heard a breathy sigh leave his lips. You knew that was enough to make him hard.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groaned. “I’ll be over in a half hour.”

You grinned as you hung up the phone.

Spencer wished he wasn’t so weak. He wished he could say no to you.

He wished he could tell you it was him or Mark. You had to choose.

He would if he didn’t fear the answer.

And you’re not my protector

I hope you know it wasn’t her

That kept me off your side of the bed, oh

He put his all in that night. He wanted to make you feel the best you’d ever felt so the next time you saw Mark you were thinking of him.

He made you come seven times, you honestly didn’t think you would walk for days after. By the time the sun came up you were so sensitive you didn’t know if you’d be able to dress for work without your clothes flustering your sensitive skin.

“Jeez Spence, I hope we’ve got another office day today.” You ached all over. “I don’t know if I’m going to be any good in the field like this.”

He felt an odd sense of pride. You’d remember this, you’d remember how good he’d made you feel.

He hoped he’d fucked Mark right out of your head.

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

“Jesus pretty girl, your hickeys have hickeys!” Morgan chuckled as you walked into the BAU with no sleep and only one coffee in your system.

Spencer tried to hide the smug look from his face.

“Another night with your lover boy aye?” Emily nudged you in the arm as you made a beeline for the coffee machine.

He felt very good about himself right now.

“Speaking of your lover boy,” JJ piped up. “You had some flowers delivered this morning.”

Spencer’s face fell. No. No that wasn’t fair.

You forgot all about the coffee and headed to your desk where a beautiful array of red roses awaited you.

Spencer wanted to take them and stomp on them. The way you were stomping on his heart.

“Oh wow.” You smiled as you read the note. “How sweet.”

“If you ask me he’s trying too hard.” Spencer tried not to sound bitter or sad as he spoke. He failed miserably.

“Well good job no ones asking you.” You shot him an annoyed glance.

The tension suddenly grew thick. You and Spencer glared at one another while Morgan, Emily and JJ stared on in confusion.

“We have a case.” Hotch’s voice broke the stare off.

Thank god you thought. Saved before you had a chance to say something you’d regret.

You put the flowers down and headed towards the round table room. You heard Spencer shuffling behind you.

“What was that about?” JJ frowned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Emily shrugged.

“I think I’ve got an idea.” Morgan smirked as the three of them started to follow. “Pretty boy has a crush on pretty girl.”

It is okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

You barely said two words to Spencer in the four days you spent in Missouri unless it pertained to the case.

Everyone could tell something was amiss between the two of you. The team was so used to your playful banter and inside jokes you had with one another. It was painfully obvious something was going on.

It was late when you arrived back at Quantico so Hotch sent you all straight home.

Spencer caught up with you in the parking lot.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“No.” You didn’t turn back to look at him as you headed to your car.

“Y/N please we need to talk.”

“I’m sick of this.” You groaned as you reached your vehicle. “You said you were ok with us seeing other people Spencer.” You spun back to look at him.

He was playing with the strap of his messenger back in an awkward fashion.

“Well...I’m not.” He shrugged.

“No shit.” You scoffed. “I’m sorry Spencer but I can’t do this anymore. I like Mark, he’s nice. We have fun.”

“So I’m not nice? You don’t have fun with me?” He stepped a little closer to you.

“You’re draining Spencer.” You confessed. “I once thought maybe you and I could be more than, whatever this is, but it’s exhausting Spence. With Mark it’s just easy. We spoke yesterday and he said he wanted us to get serious. No seeing other people. I told him I’d like that.”

Spencer’s heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. He felt as though you had punched the air from his lungs.

He fought for a breath, stumbling on his feet a little.

“You’re...you’re choosing him?”

“Yes.” You chewed your lip guilty. “I’m sorry Spencer but honestly, you’re too much like hard work.” You turned away from him and opened the drivers door, closing it quickly behind you before you changed your mind.

You watched Spencer in your rear view mirror as you pulled out of your parking space.

He hadn’t moved. He just stood there, dejected and sad staring in your wake.

You were barely out of the parking lot before your first tear fell.

You’re in his living room

And it may not mean much you

But your plates are in his sink

And your sweaters on his bed

Won’t you text me when you’re home?

My baby, spare me all the rest

It had been little over a month and Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He wouldn’t speak directly to you. He wouldn’t even be in the same room as you if he could help it.

At this point the whole team knew something was up. Hotch had pulled you both up on it but you’d both lied and said everything was fine.

Everything was far from fine.

Every night for just over a month Spencer had cried himself to sleep. He’d spent his waking hours in his apartment imaging what the two of you were doing.

Were you laughing at movies? Reading together? Having romantic dinners or walks in the park hand in hand? Were you making love over and over again?

His sleep was haunted by thoughts of you too. No where was safe. He’d started wondering if he could even work with you anymore. Maybe it was time to go into teaching?

Being around you every day just didn’t seem like an option anymore because every time he saw you, his heart broke all over again.

Please just tell me

That nobody else touches you like I do

Oh tell me that nobody touches you like me

It wasn’t just that he’d lost the woman he had started developing feelings for, he had lost his best friend too. He wanted to talk to someone about the heartache he was feeling and usually that someone would be you.

He wanted his best friend back. It was killing him.

He didn’t know how to deal with losing you so he didn’t. He didn’t know how to talk to you anymore so he stopped talking to you altogether.

The flower deliveries stopped after a few months which made it slightly easier for him to forget about you dating another man.

After about seven months your demeanor shifted a little. You stopped talking about Mark as much and were more vague about your weekend plans.

By the time it was coming up to a year you stopped talking about him entirely. When Spencer overheard you speaking to JJ or Emily about your weekend plans it was always along the lines of “TV and pizza for one.”

For Garcia’s birthday the whole team was going out for drinks at a local bar. Since you ended things with him Spencer avoided hanging out with the team outside of work when you would be there. He would always come up with some kind of excuse.

But Garcia was not the kind of person to take no for an answer.

So reluctantly he went along. Emily helped him pick out a gift for her, a unicorn charm for her bracelet. Certainly not something Spencer would have chosen but Emily insisted the tech analyst would love it.

Whilst in the jewelry store a delicate silver necklace had caught his eye. It had an intricate charm of a bottle with a little label with the words “Drink Me” etched into it.

It had taken him back to a conversation from years past.

You were still new to the team and trying to keep your head down and not get in anyone's way. The team was all so close and you didn’t want to step on any toes.

On the way back from your latest case in New York you didn’t sleep like the rest of the team. You were wide awake, probably on a high from the adrenaline brought on by the case.

You sat at the back of the jet alone with your head buried in a book. You didn’t notice someone watching you or approaching you until you heard the leather seat opposite you squeak a little as your company sat down.

You looked up to see Spencer smiling softly at you.

“What are you reading?” he asked with genuine interest.

You blushed a little chewing your lip, turning the book over in your hands.

“Alice in Wonderland.” you slid the old book across the table to him.

He picked it up cautiously and turned the worn pages.

“First edition.”

“Yeah.” you nodded as he looked back up at you. “It was my dad’s. He used to read it to me when I was young. He passed away a few years ago and it helps me feel close to him.” it was the most open you’d been since joining the team.

Spencer smiled at you sadly and handed you back the book.

“I’m sorry about your dad. But that’s nice you have that.”

“Yeah I suppose it is.”

Emily had stepped out of the store to take a phone call and he had found himself purchasing the necklace. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t help himself.

Garcia had loved her charm, she’d squealed and hugged him so tightly Spencer felt the air being squeezed from his lungs.

She opened the rest of her presents while the rest of the team drank. You and Spencer kept making accidental eye contact and each time you would both smile awkwardly at one another.

You got up from the table to buy a round of drinks. Spencer watched you go. It would be his perfect chance to get to talk to you. He needed to know what was going on. Had you and Mark split up? And if you had, did that mean there was anyway he still stood a chance with you?

He’d wanted to ask for so long but every time he went to say something, the words got stuck in his throat, refusing to leave.

But this time he was determined. He needed to know where he stood once and for all.

At the very least could he get his best friend back?

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

“Thought you might need a hand.” Spencer sidled up next to you. It was the closest you’d been to one another in almost a year.

“Thanks.” you smiled softly, a little awkwardly.

You looked at each other for a moment, neither of you sure what to say to each other.

Not so long ago the two of you could talk about anything and everything until you were blue in the face. You never ran out of things to talk to each other about. So much had changed.

Spencer reached into his inside pocket and pulled out the small jewelry box. He turned it over in his hand a few times before he held his hand out.

“I saw this when I was getting Garcia’s birthday present and I couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You chewed your lip as you cautiously took the box from him. You ran your fingers over it for a few seconds before you slowly opened it.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes as you looked down at the little Alice in Wonderland themed necklace cushioned inside the box.

You looked back up at Spencer with a sniff.

“Spence,” a small tear escaped your eye. “You remembered.”

“I remember everything about you.” he shrugged again.

You sniffed back any more tears that might fall and gently lifted the necklace from the box.

“Could you help me?” you held it out for Spencer who nodded and took the necklace from you.

He unclasped it as you turned around. He gently draped it around your neck and secured it.

You turned back to face him, you fingers on the necklace charm.

“Thank you so much Spencer, I love it.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled. “I hope Mitch doesn’t mind you wearing it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“We broke up.” you didn’t bother to correct him on his name. “A few months ago.”

“Oh.” Spencer tried not to look too pleased about this. “Do you mind me asking why?”

“I think you know why.” you stepped a little closer to him. “He wasn’t the right man for me.”

“Oh.” he squeaked a little. “That’s uhm...I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No you aren’t.” you laughed, stepping even closer to him.

You placed your hands carefully on his shoulders and you felt him practically melt into your touch.

“Anyway I’m the one that should be sorry.” you whispered.

“For what?” he croaked, feeling weak at your proximity.

“For choosing the wrong man. I should have known better.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, your body so close he could feel your warmth. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this before, but I have a guilty pleasure for rom-coms.”

“You’ve definitely never told me that before. I would have remembered giving you a hard time for that.” he laughed a little and so did you.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” you nodded. “Anyway, with my extensive knowledge of rom-coms I should have known.”

“Should have known what?” he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“That the girl always ends up with the best friend.” and with that you pressed your lips against his.

Spencer immediately took hold of your face in his hands and deepened the kiss.

You didn’t care that your whole team was probably watching. You didn’t care the whole bar could have been watching. All you cared about was Spencer.

When the kiss broke you both had tears in your eyes. You kept your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist to keep you close.

“I never want to have to think about someone else touching you the way I do again Y/N. I want to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

“Ok.” you smiled brightly at him. “But only if I get to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

Spencer laughed, kissing you again.

“That my love,” he smiled. “Is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Is it okay?

That I don’t want

Anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

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[redemptioninterlude]

There's a mirror out there, you know. A looking glass, besides a rabbit hole. They're all pieces of her, you see, parts of what crafted an adventure to lure in a girl. Wonderland, lo! Wonderland! The place plucked from her dreams, that shared out pieces of her... what made her, shaped her, HELD HER CLOSE! It terrifies her in moments ; it drives her mad, most definitely. And yet here she remains, the girl who dreamed, who dared, who thought to topple a queen, and slay her monsters. Who was twisting inside of herself, for what she's become, no longer a tourist, but able to come back, when chasing after the longing of her heart. Nothing sates it, this hunger, it clicks, and groans and sighs and moans!

Where are they, Alice?

All those pieces of you.

Perhaps there is something to be said for those who dare to be BOLD. For those like her, who chose adventure over the safe confines of what life could be, how she’d rather wind down the unknown path to satisfy some curious need than to chose that well known and trodden. She’d have no use if she simply gave up, wouldn’t she, what kind of heroine opts out of duty, abdicates her position? They curse her with a swaying heart, an imperfect knowledge over the lives she’s lived and experienced, passing none of the feeling, and only a hazy view of events. Part of her wonders, has she met them all before before? In some other form, some other wayward girl looking where she wasn’t meant to, it’s all possible, isn’t it? A feeling that hits ; a longing that howls with a rage she cannot name. And when she turns right there, about... was that not him? An ephemeral crack appears within her looking glass, just for that wandering thought, and she’d gasp for it, if he hadn’t already stolen all the oxygen right from within her lungs, taking a running leap into his arms, mouth pressing love against his cheeks, his jaw, those eyes, that clockwork nose!

The look he gives her ( knowing, worried ) only draws out a grin on her face ; does that solve a mystery? The girl who lives, the girl who dies, the star child who’d narrate her next grand adventure, though he serves as the RARIFIED FEW who manage to tear their way past the page, through a dream. Sharpened in her clarity for it, but all it served was a reminder of a past she has without a home, and without a trace. All she ever got were pieces of a person for however long she had this round of a life, but that look on his face remains, sly and knowing and tightening a hold of of the strings that knot about her bones. Needing a moment to still her tongue as he asks of her what it would mean to crack open her ribs and find out what her true desire was - that test, too, of whether she too, held hunger.

But hunger itself was a euphoric high; it needn’t be conceived only in limbic terms, in a biology that she never cared to know too closely. The careless click of his teeth, she swallows a near laugh that would betray her breathless, WHAT A THRILLING FEELING. Is this a thing you singingly know? Do you feel it like a sharpened keenness, ready to slip and cut anything exposed to it? What would it look like to split it open and find something new, what a curious, tantalising strangeness that teases. Did he know? Alice had been swallowed a girl, and Wonderland had spat out a woman, called to the unknown, caring more for living than for her life, and perhaps that drove her mad and made her careless, but here she clings to a rabbit, her heart, the expression on her face painted serene, as fingers curl to grip and gather at the same sheets he leans across.

"Of course. Well~ it's not as if you're ever very far." to her, it's all simple, isn't it? The things that don't require a question, which for Alice, was ever a rare thing indeed! A tap to the chest, a laugh on her lips. "You're always here. Just like I'm always here." a hand placed over his chest, right there, those tick-tock pieces, his CLOCKWORK HEART. "When we're here... we're never far from one another. Even..." wait. It's like static in her eyes, something shorting behind her eyes. Those glimpses and pieces! Things that Wonderland buries, like a needle within quicksand. Even if it's been absolute ages, hasn't it? Hand catching at his to tug at his rings. "... you're here to stay this time, aren't you?"

- @whtrbbit

@redemptioninterlude asked: “  you can stay with me.  ” ( alice )

                         he could often times remember a time where they were all 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲. it was a wonderous time. a magical time. a time where ─── oh heavens 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. no tinkering. no rushing. no looking over his shoulder. still able to feel the teeth at his throat. claws through his torso. he always figured he was full of stuffing. cogs. gadgets. screws & doodads. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 , 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭. at first he fought against his friend. his partner. his what we're they? tearing hands against his chest as he was ripped into. he expected springs. sprongs. little pieces that sounded like metal. he could taste it , oh he could taste it.

but no he was filled with that color. the color he hated most. he was filled with 𝐑𝐄𝐃. hands giving up. not accepting defeat. shakingly reaching into his leather vest to find his watch. stormy eyes widening at they stared into bright green. he always figured his end would come in the mouth of a fox. a wolf. 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥. one ached hand reached up brushing back the tears that brimmed the monster. while his gaze shifted to the girl he loved. her , alice. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. his final words , i'll save you. but they weren't meant for her.

beaten. bruised. bloodied hands pressed that watch right as his heartbeat 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤. & he was back. choking on what felt like glass. hands , knees pressing into nothingness. a void. a dark place. able to see through the other side. alice crying. bander raging. the red queen laughing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. bander didn't give either to her. he was buried in a meadow full of lilac & daises. his favorite. his absolute favorite. but now he was stuck here. in the between. the unknowing & yet all knowing. each time he turned a new book appeared.

                                       𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

each time his hand reached the paper tore his flesh. his skin. he winced but he did not stop. he needed to learn. needed to figure out a way to 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥. no more running. no more time ticking ─── time was stopped here. it was alice that he came back for. faced the darkest parts of himself. 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. pushing through that glass again he fell through. body pieced back together. scars that kept opening , tearing flesh away. how long had he been gone? no one knew. alice was the first he ran back to.

clinging. holding. she called him her heart. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. tongued tied. unbreakable bond. he clung to each of her words ─── showed her how much he missed her. hands. hearts. eyes. mouth. her fingers found his scars. his chest. his back. & he gasped , he winced. pressing himself against her hand , whispered how much he missed her against her ear. hours passed , he thought. 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. sliding back on his shirt that was over taken by black leather vest. ringed digits pushed back blonde looking back at her with a grin. a smile. only she saw him smile.

leaning over the sheets as he pressed lips to her temple. he was happy. he was alive. he thought? his mind still ticked. his heart still pressed against his ribs. cogs & screws were all there. ‘ is it that you want me to stay? ’

[reginaofdoctorwho]

if anyone wants to recommend musicals to me I would fucking adore that. Until then, here are some suggestions:

Love in Hate Nation-- LET’S GO LESBIANS! 1960s sapphic love story taking place in a girls’ reformatory. Also, trans girl played by trans actress!!! Some of the amazing songs are “I Hope” and “Oh Well”. Susannah Son wants to be a singer, her performative activist boyfriend is gross and also wants her to marry him so he’ll have better options politically. Sheila Nail is so fucking cool and I love everyone in this. My brain cuts out about this I’m so sorry babes. There is not a cast recording but there IS an original cast bootleg on youtube.

Holy Musical B@man!-- If you liked the goofiness of 1960s Batman and Robin, but think “man, these guys should’ve been able to swear! And also should have had a candy themed villain!” this is the musical for you. Also if you’ve heard of the very queer Harry Potter musical that JK herself tried to sue over, it’s made by the same group <3. As usual with Team Starkid, whole thing is up for free on youtube by the creators.

Firebringer-- Speaking of the same group... Cave people sapphics who I think are bi or pan. I love them and they’re all so dumb. Also, if you’ve seen the “I don’t really wanna do the work today” vine, that comes from this. I do not remember any of the second half other than one of them taking the ring the other is proposing with... to propose. And the “*blows kiss*” “fuck no, Zazz” “duly noted”. Kind of like a shitpost musical. Once again, free by creators. Actually, check out any of their musicals.

The Prom-- In Indiana, Emma just wants to take her girlfriend to the prom, and in response, the PTA cancels it. With some help from some broadway actors looking for good publicity, they manage to pull it off. So, to summarize, teen lesbian gets gay uncle who knows what she’s going through!! This musical makes me cry every goddamn time. There is a movie now, and I’m very happy about that because *high profile gay rep on netflix*, but I personally did not like the direction they took with it. They put a weird amount of emphasis on biological rather than found family in the movie, and were a little too forgiving when it came to trauma from family for being gay. Also, they took away Emma being butch. This was sadly (loosely) based on a recent true story from I think 2012. Also, was the first gay kiss in the Macy’s parade. You know those movie musicals the straight girls in theater like? The music is similar, but gayer, and for some reason that makes me so fuckng happy. I think it’s because non-queer people have had musicals for so long, and those normally have a 60s vibe, and the music in this does too and it feels more classic?? Sapphic promposal song (het at the beginning). “Unruly Heart” and the end of Act 1 will break you. Please ignore the bad wigs.

Spies Are Forever-- GAY SPIES GAY SPIES GAY SPIES!! Curt Mega (played by... Curt Mega) lost his partner Owen during a mission. Now, he’s just trying to get back into spying like Owen would want. I fucking weep every time. Also, a song about comphet (at 6:36)!! And here is a video essay on how it relates to the Lavender Scare. I want you all to know that everyone also headcanons the femme fatale spy in it as either a lesbian or aroace, which uh, makes sense. Also high quality videos put up by creators. They had Jewish people making fun of Nazis while writing this, but “Not so Bad” is... kinda bad. “Torture Tango” has so much goddamn sexual tension and becomes devastating.

Hadestown--  If you know the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, it’s like that, except capitalism part 1. Orpheus is a poor musician, Eurydice dies, just like the myth. Except, the Great Depression post-apocalyptic setting that works better than it probably should. There are actually 3 soundtracks: the concept album, off-Broadway, and Broadway. I personally don’t like the concept album purely based on vibe. Off-Broadway has an absolutely gorgeous sounding Orpheus, and if you’ve heard of the disaster that was Spiderman: Turn Out the Dark, then you’ve heard of surprisingly amazing Broadway Orpheus Reeve Carney. The Fates are gorgeous and I’ve decided they’re queer. Tony’s performance link here. Explores relationships, with Hades and Persephone’s aging relationship mirrored by Orpheus and Eurydice’s relatively new one. Anyway, unionize.

Jasper in Deadland-- If you know the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, it’s like that, except capitalism part 2. Jasper is a teen who’s best friend Agnes is pretty much the one good thing left in his life. His mom left, he got kicked off the swim team (he’s manic pixie dream boy in this, especially for swimming), and Agnes dies at the beginning trying to show Jasper that she’s brave and he should be too. So, he bravely ventures into Deadland to find her, meeting Gretchen the tour guide along the way. He also finds out that since he’s still living, he can bring memories back to the dead. Songs like “Stroke by Stroke” (he’s uh, definitely a teen, guys) and “Living Dead” (I shared a prinxiety animatic of that on here a while ago).They blend Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Christian, and whatever Dante’s Inferno counts as together to create Deadland. Story’s kinda hard to follow from the soundtrack, so if u wanna learn how it all ties together message me.

Death Note Musical-- Okay babes, here’s where it gets tough. It was written originally in English, and there is a spectacular English concept album, but the only productions have been in South Korea, Japan, and I think Taiwan. Listen to it anyways, find a bootleg of it with english subtitles. It has so much gay tension and also a truly ethereal character who seems to be a lesbian who is also either demisexual or demiromantic. If any of y’all saw the anime like me, it kind of cuts out the arc after episode 26. I personally thought it was actually a better story for it.

Alice by Heart-- Okay, this one makes me fucking cry every goddamn time. In WW2, these poor goddamn kids are all alone in the Tube System (is that what y’all call it? genuinely asking here) with none of their parents but still some grownups. Alice’s best friend Alfred is dying of tuberculosis, and to try to have one last thing together they start reading Alice in Wonderland, only for Nurse Hart to rip it apart to try to separate healthy Alice from dying-from-TB Alfred. It doesn’t work, and Alice proclaims she “knows it all by heart”, She tries to linger in the story with Alfred to have more time with him, he keeps trying to move it along because he’s dying and wants to finish it one last time. Themes are growing up and grief I guess.

Last I checked, there is a bootleg for all of these on youtube. Have fun!

[dancefloors]

If you do another unhinged ranking could you do 1989?? I feel like Wonderland or Style are up there

okay time to give back to the swiftie community I suppose. 1989 ranked from most to least unhinged ❤️ (manslaughter not taken into account to be unbiased):

out of the woods: MOST crazy. airplane necklace mention, bridge city, jack antonoff yodelling, gay implications of being "out" and "in the clear", and her being like "remember when you crashed a car and cried about it?" all in 3 minutes and 55 seconds. also the foundation of the harry styles can't drive cinematic universe.

style: the fucking title. she was taking no prisoners. a direct finger to the Directioners who spent months making fun of her about the songs she might write referencing Harry and she was like yeah. what about it. how's this for a reference. and then said horny shit for 3 min. also we get IT he can't drive, point made!!!!

you are in love: jantonoff and lena dunham fanfiction 😐

wonderland: I could count on one hand the scenarios funnier to me than taylor writing this song inspired by Alice in Wonderland and then dianna agron getting her Alice in Wonderland tattoo lasered off. the girls are fightinggggg

shake it off: love this song bc Taylor has never shaken anything off in her entire life so I love her for pretending she does and then going off on a tangent about her ex man having a new girlfriend in the middle for absolutely no discernable reason.

how you get the girl: gay

clean: content wise incredibly cathartic but she is SO batshit crazy and funny for writing this and being like I'm clean :) never again <3 then writing style 10 days later.

wildest dreams: she used her real life heart beat.... society if taylor swift was normal.

bad blood: mildly unhinged for the absolute melodrama of this one. "I couldn't breathe" "salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me" girl I don't think you even remember why you wrote this song.

welcome to new york: cites one of the reasons she moved to new york to be so Other people can have gay rights. okay queen

blank space: I actually think this is "unhinged" with intention therefore much more of a demonstration of how smart she is as a writer. but I love how she was like POV: I'm crazy!!!!!!

new romantics: "please leave me stranded it's so romantic" seek help.

I know places: writes this song and then goes to central park on a date. are you sure you know places

I wish you would: not unhinged just funny to me to imagine this person driving past her house every night and her noticing but neither of them saying anything, just simply manifesting. also none of this would've happened if you knew how to sleep at the appropriate time

this love: the original cardigan. this song makes me feel serene. but the fact that she wrote this 4 days before red came out 😐😐😐😐

all you had to do was stay: mostly just a banger but the high pitched "STAY" chorus coming to her in a dream.. even her least crazy song is a bit insane

[aliceinteyvat]

Genshin Impact Idol AU ideas

So we all know the groups Veechu made with 4nemo, DCKZ, L/yue and, TVT DREAM however, I thought it was a crime the actual idol Barbara wasn’t in a group so, I made my own! I do not have the skills to draw this so, I will be including concept photos by actual groups(older and newer as well as the time in those examples i think suits them just for an example bts run era - dope era for a boy group) for the general vibe. Click on their names for a link to the kpop wiki about them. I also won’t include Lumine because many fans have made their own headcanons for that I like.

Feel free to use the ideas I added to this in fanworks just please credit me for the idea of the groups I made myself if you do. All will be under the read more so mobile users don’t break their fingers trying to scroll past. Wiki links are included for each real world inspiration. If looking for a specific character use ctrl+f on PC to search for them to make your life easier.

Note: their stories can be changed if you would like to make it different for your art/writing/whatever. I just think a bit of drama makes them feel more real. None of the stories are 100% based on any real group even their inspirations aren’t direct copies. As new characters are released/shown in stories I will be adding onto existing groups I made up or, making new ones so if you like my ideas save this and come back to it.

                             7evelUp! [pronounced Level Up!]

A rookie girl group created from the top seven trainees(voted by judges & public vote) in a survival show that quickly gained international fame from their debut single and, performance. No one doubts their talents however, some question how legitimate the voting/ranking was in the show.  No one blames the girls themselves for this and, there is no real evidence to prove this. All of the members believe the show to be real due to their own experiences too although, a few of them due to their low self-esteem believe other trainees would’ve been better suited in the group even if they are thankful for the support. It will take a while for all of them to adjust and, have it all feel real. Will they rise to super stardom or, crack under the immense pressure?

- Members

Amber (leader, main dancer) 3rd place(got the leader position because she is the one who brought every team she was in together to usually win the challenges showing her leadership skills not from ranking)

Barbara (main vocalist,maknae,center) 1st place

Noelle (lead dancer,visual) 6th place

Sucrose (lead vocalist) 7th place

Xiangling (lead dancer, lead rapper)  5th place

Yanfei (main rapper,oldest) 2nd place

Yoimiya (lead rapper, vocalist) 4th place

- Real World Inspirations

Weeekly(Tag Me era - 7Days Tension era)

Girls’ Generation(Into the New World era-Gee era)

TWICE(Like Ooh Aah era - Heart Shaker era)

                                                                                                         SYZYGY

An unconventional girl group with a unique sound. Despite their enormous amount of talent/skill , they haven’t been as successful as their small company had hoped. However, they continue to invest everything they can into this group much to the displeasure of the other idols under the company. Will their burning hot passion find success with the masses or, will they disband early leaving their company in complete ruin?

- Members

Hu Tao (leader, main rapper, vocalist)

Fischl (lead vocalist, lead rapper, maknae)

Mona (lead dancer, vocalist, visual)

Rosaria (main dancer, vocalist, rapper, oldest)

Xinyan (main vocalist, dancer,center)

- Real World Inspirations

Dreamcatcher (Chase Me era - Odd Eye era)

1NB (Stalker era - Once again, Winter era)

                                    1MP@CT [prounced Impact]

A previously underrated boy group that seemingly appeared out of thin air on the #1 spots of all major top music charts. Most attribute their overnight success to their newest song going viral on social media but, some who work within their company secretly wonder if it has anything to do with the CEO’s private life and, the new anonymous investors. Regardless, they have made a name for themselves. They have a work ethic like no other and, will do whatever necessary to rise to the top. Even though fans are starting to worry their agency is pushing them too far. Will they become legendary performers the kind that future generations remember by name or, will their boss’ dirty little secrets make them guilty by association to the press when/if the time comes?

- Members     

Baizhu (leader, lead vocalist, lead dancer)

Dainsleif (main rapper, lead dancer, maknae)

Scaramouche (main dancer, lead rapper, oldest, center)

Albedo (main vocalist,visual)

- Real World Inspirations

Big Bang (Fantastic Baby era - Bang Bang Bang era)

ATEEZ (Wonderland era - Fireworks era)

B.A.P (Badman era - Hands Up era)

                                                    DoDoCo

A junior girl group for kids/tweens made(and managed) by Alice to promote her daughter Klee and, have her gain experience for her dream of being a real idol. Although they perform, act, model and, release music similar older groups they still are children so, their concepts are always wholesome feel-good things to appeal to kid’s even younger their age or, younger. They also don’t have the same restrictions or, work hours due to their age. This group is very popular with Elementary schoolers and, sometimes even their families but, can be annoying to anyone older due to how cheesy it all is.

(Note: I don’t personally agree with kids being idols irl especially some I’ve seen that look like older teen/adult idols it’s scary. However, since it is a thing that exists and, this is a fictional head canon let’s pretend this is a world where none of them get hurt and can live pretty normal lives during & after their time as idols if they choose to do so. I just didn’t want to leave a playable character/important story character out of the AU entirely. Also, Sayu would be here but since she’s not officially released yet and, we don’t know any story about her I think it’s best for her to join later.)

- Members

Klee (leader, main dancer, vocalist, maknae,center)

Diona (main rapper, dancer)

Qiqi (vocalist, oldest)

Yaoyao (main vocalist, rapper)

- Real World Inspirations

RE:KIDS ANGEL (Ocean era) note: also their only era so far it seems but, apparently RE:KIDS is a larger thing with many other kids kpop groups so I assume others would have a similar concept.

CutieL (Debut era - Jungle Journey era)

                                                Dandelion

A girl group that has stayed at the top for the past 7 years known for their elegant concepts although, they have had other concepts in the past(sexy, cute, etc.). Not only is Dandelion super famous but, each member has their own solo careers just as successful. Outside of the group Jean is known for her solo albums and, charity work. Lisa is known for her modelling career and, secretly is a successful author under a pen name. Eula is known for her many wins on dancing contest shows and, the many important roles she plays in dramas. Since this year marks the dreaded 7 year curse fans worry they might disband or, go on a permanent hiatus. Before this year they seemed inseparable to fans but, something happened during their last tour. Jean and, Lisa who were known to be best friends suddenly won’t even sit next to each other. Eula who was usually more reserved during interviews is having to do most of the work since they’re just awkwardly sitting on the opposite sides of her. Eula has never been the best at public speaking and, her blunt responses are causing antis to go on huge smear campaigns on social media. Jean who previously wanted to renew her contract is thinking about starting her own company. Lisa who previously wanted to renew her contract now wants to leave and, join a modelling agency. Eula still wants to renew her contract but, she doesn’t want to be solo yet. She is trying her hardest to get the group back together but, her harsh personality is only making the problem worse she feels. Will they stay together or, will they split? And if they stay together, will it be the same Dandelion fans fell in love with or, are some bridges burned forever?

- Members

Jean (leader, main vocalist, center, dancer)

Lisa (main rapper, visual, sub vocalist, oldest)

Eula (main dancer, vocalist, maknae)

- Real World Inspirations

IZ*ONE (Violeta era - Panorama era)

GFRIEND (Sunrise era - Mago era)

TWICE (Fancy era - Alcohol Free era)

Solo Idols

- Ayaka

From a wealthy Inazuman family Kamisato Ayaka (known as Ayaka) shocked the entire nation when she decided to stop pursuing traditional dance(which she had earned many honors and, was famous for since she was a small child) and, instead go overseas to become an idol. Due to her connections it wasn’t long after becoming a trainee that she was put on the same survival show that formed 7evelUp!. However, her good luck ran out when after filming she got into an accident in her company’s car on the way to her company’s trainee dorms. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured but, she sustained an injury to her ankle that made her unable to perform for the rest of the show and, therefore was disqualified. She was a fan favorite and, everyone was heartbroken that she couldn’t compete. Due to her popularity, her company decided that if she could prove she was able to work after being healed they would let her have a solo debut. She far surpassed their expectations being even better than she was before, resulting in her debuting the same time 7evelUp! did. She doesn’t have any negative feelings towards those girls but, she views them as her rivals. She is quickly gaining popularity for her insane talent in singing, dancing, acting, modelling and, song-writing. She is known to the media as “The Idol Princess” for her family’s wealth, her talent and, her graceful demeanor. Don’t put her into a box though, she can pull off any concept with ease. The question is though, will her company allow her the freedom to express herself to the fullest?

- Real World Inspirations

Note: I am not saying she would be super similar to these artist’s work but, I am saying she has the range and, the potential to reach this level of fame. Since I can’t pinpoint a single solo artist that has what I think she would do I’ll put the ones I think have the insane talent and fame I think she would have as well as a similar feeling although it will take a while for her to get to their level

- IU

- Taeyeon

That was all of the Genshin Impact characters that I know enough about currently to feel comfortable making headcanons for them! Let me know what you think and if you make fanfic of or fanart of these ideas please credit me for these specifically and veechu for the idea of the idol au in general! Feel free to spread this post around if you want to or repost it too with credit. I also would love it if you tagged me if it’s on here or would be kind enough to send me a link to your work/work you find of it.