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lysreadsbookssometimes · 9 months ago

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I watched the finale of young royals and here are some of my rambles, collected while watching. Enjoy.

Spoilers!!!

So i didn't make it a minute, i paused at 00:59 because i could already feel the tears coming up. What the hell.

I honestly didn't expect the reactions to the closing to be that way. A lot of screaming and blaming? Sure. But August breaking down? Very in character, but unexpected.

I was especially surprised by Vincent going for a hug to calm him down. Really surprised me.

Felice is probably my favorite person in this show ngl

And they see each other from across the room, through the partying people, and we have come full circle back to the first episode. Honestly poetic. I love it.

August got redeemed. And although i am still rationally thinking about the consequences, emotionally it works. My emotional side thinks he's earned it. Somehow.

Felice and Sara making up is healing my soul

Nils finally coming out to his friends. No comments, just that.

They are wrapping everything up so beautifully in the first 30 mins. All the smaller things. The rush from the "last" everything, everybody finally getting their shit in order, all of it. Beautiful.

I am also insanely worried about what is going to happen now. I am writing this at timestamp 26:25 and the 30:53 of emotional damage on the other side of the progress bar is still staring at me. We'll see.

And the interaction between August and Sara just killed me. And its not even over. I had to pause so i could handle Augusts puppy eyes after the rejection. Judging from the big sip of cider i just took i was subconsiously rooting for them. I think i just want them to be happy. All of them. Even Sara and August.

Okay homebro is panicking so bad he PROPOSED, he is down BAD

Also the line "You love who you are when you are with me" was killer, oh my god

The last kiss. The wiping away the tears. "It will pass." Wound, Salt, and then they twist the knife.

But it is a fitting ending. It works. It fits their characters, their journeys. They wouldn't have worked out in the long run and they get their ending. Both heartbroken, but on their way to healing.

I love and hate the idea of "one last night together". It implies and ending i am still dreading. But they deserve to forget everything for a night.

I honestly didn't realize it was still sun out and it caught me off guard so bad (or is that a sunrise? I am so confused)

I don't have the scene on hand but i am pretty sure they framed the scene in the bed at the end of s3e5 the same way as them lying on the blanket (?) here. Super interesting visual storytelling.

(Small detail here, i recently had a crash course on tv journalism and a big part of that was scenes and pictures, thats why i pay so much attention to the visual language here)

The entire lake scene is beautifully shot. The way they have mirroring motions (like brushing hair out of Willes face) in different perspectives, the way the water is shot, the entire calmness of all of it. And then they have these emotional conversations under it that build up these emotions, with these big pauses in speech, drawing out this bit of retrieve from everything.

The way they show Simon swimming away, the distance between them, when they speak about exactly that.

And how they go from Wille sitting at the lake, watching Simon swim, being physically not in the same thing as him (the lake), Simon swimming away, and then the cut over to him alone in his bed.

Beautiful, artistic storytelling.

Also fucking heartbreaking, i am nearly crying already and there are 23 minutes and 54 seconds left to completely destroy me.

I am clutching to the hope that twenty minutes are left to figure everything out and that that would be too long for this to be the end. Twenty minutes, 30% of the finale, cannot and will not be the epilogue, i dont think thats likely and i also refuse to believe that.

Okay, Stella and Frederika are finally together, at least some of my sanity is clutching on. I literally yelled "fuck yeah" and punched the air.

Henry and Valter (i hope i spelled that right) together in the fields also makes me happy. I know they were shipped a lot and although I am not a religious shipper of them, i am rooting for them. Go them.

Wille taking down the pictures could also be taking the happiness out of my heart. Whats wrong with the showrunners for making us do this rollercoaster?!?!

Also him taking off Erik and him before Simon and him. Beautiful.

OH MY GOD THE BIRTHDAY GIFT

I am not prepared. Not at all. Oh my god.

Is that like a farewell? Or a "stay with me"?

Not ready. Will press play though and hug my pillow expectantly.

I made it like three seconds. WILLES SONG?!?!?!!?!?

Wille walking through Hillerska. Seeing all those spots. All those memories.

EVERYONE TAKING DOWN PICTURES. THE GOODBYES.

THE SONG. THE SONG.

Don't let them make you hide yourself.

The callback to the football field.

"WE WERE NEVER WHAT WAS WRONG" !!!!!

All the callbacks. "I could be free" was from the "he would give up the crown for you" scene, if i recall correctly. Simon is revisiting every moment in their story.

"'Cause we were a revolution" WHY IS THIS IN PAST TENSE? NO. NO!

It shouldn't be a revolution to love another.

That quote itself. Then showing August and Sara. Back to Wille.

What is slightly concerning to me is that they haven't shown Simon yet. His voice is singing, but they show everyone but him. (Sara was on the picture, i count that, but he is nowhere. Just a ghost of memories.)

"You were my revolution before it fell apart" I'M SORRY JUST TAKE MY HEART, BREAK IT AND STOMP ON IT. SURE, GO AHEAD, DIDN'T NEED IT ANYWAY

(sorry, this shit is getting to me)

(Although, you apparently read this far through my chaos, so honestly your fault)

(Still cool you're still here)

THE SNOW GLOBE. IN THE TRASH. BROKEN. DISCARDED.

Now, are we discarding Erik or are we discarding broken and damaged things? Like this relationship? fucking tell me i am losing it here

Wille looking at August after he officially graduated. I can't read his look. And i am so confused to the situation and emotions here. Because last time they were drunk, now they are sober and both their relationships with the Erikssons are basically over. That is an interesting dynamic.

SIMONS SONG INSTEAD OF THE CLASSIC HILLERSKA HYMN. SIMONS SONG ABOUT LOVING WILLE. THE ENTIRE REVOLUTION.

Wille standing alone. Then seeing his parents, behaving different from the other parents, but at least being there.

His mom trying. The hug.

And i am finally crying. These breaks to write down my thoughts have kept this at bay so far, but a mother trying and asking for forgiveness has finally broken me. (I should bring this up with my therapist)

Wille going after Simon. And his mother smiling at that.

The heartbeat in the background. After "I never gave up on us." Hope.

WHY ARE YOU SAYING GOODBYE

YOU STILL HAVE THIRTEEN MINUTES TO FIGURE IT OUT

And again Wille is telling Simon to enjoy a holiday. It was christmas. Now its the summer holidays.

But no "i love you"s. Just a heartbeat.

Simon leaving. Again.

And Wille is hesitating. I swear the heartbeat is speeding up. He is hesitating.

And i find myself yelling at the tv for him to finally move and go after him. Fight for him. Fight for them.

Fucking move. Get your man.

And this idiot walks physically backwards. Back to society and his parents, away from his love.

Fuck me, he called Simon the love of his life. And maybe he's young and doesn't know better. But i am not much older and am fairly sure someone would not say that if they didnt mean it. SO BETTER FUCKING GO AFTER HIM.

WHY ELSE WOULD THE HEARTBEAT BE THERE? i mean i am not a medical expert but i am pretty sure that was not one heartbeat, that sounded off. I hope it was two, two hearts and their beats, two lives entangled.

Felice and Sara are actively healing my soul. I am pretty sure i have written that sentence earlier but i refuse to check.

Also Wille being uncomfortable in the car. He should have run after Simon, than he wouldnt be, change my mind.

"You will be a fantastic king."

What if i don't want that?

Ladies, Gentlemen and friends of other assorted genders: FUCKING FINALLY

An honest, open, (somewhat) calm conversation. The one thing they have needed for three seasons. We finally have it. Finally.

The visual conflict of emotions in the queen. The motherly pride and concern for her child and the disappointment and fear of the monarch losing their heir. It's brilliant acting.

The realization on Augusts face hitting him when he sees Wilhelm leave.

The shaky camera as Wille is looking around, searching. The camera was steady in the car, a bit shaky around August, and now it is full on wobbling around. It is a panic, with the music, the emotions swelling.

And then he runs. And yells. And the camera gets steadier.

The regret in his face when he can't keep up anymore. And then the hope when he sees the car stop.

The relief in Willes voice when he tells Simon. And the pain in Simons eyes. Slowly morphing into hope.

The distance between them. When Wille was coming clean, they showed the faces, not the distance between them. Just that they were talking face to face. Now, as Wille asks, if Simon is done with him, they show this distance between them.

Simon starting to smile.

And now, paused, my brain moving faster than i can type, i was wondering why he was sitting in the backseat. They must have someone else in the car. And you can see Felice peeking through the rear window.

And the way they kiss. Passionately. Not holding back. Finally free.

All their moments. Their story. Their love. Finally, them saying i love you. To each other. In the open. Free. Declaring themselves. Together.

And Wille coming with them. Their little found family. Them whoooing in the car, like they did on that night at the football game on the motor bikes.

Them being happy.

And then that final look in the camera. Finally happy, finally free.

Cut to black.

Okay, that was absolutely brilliant.

I loved it, every second of it. It was a beautiful way of wrapping everything up, a happy ending at last. For everyone.

August becomes king. Or whatever. We dont care.

Sara and Felice make up. Are friends again. Are free together.

Felice finds herself outside of money and in people. In her friends.

Sara realizes she has people that care for her and see her as she is. She finds happiness in platonic love, not romantic.

Simon and Wille end up together, overcome their differences. Find a way.

Simon has his love and reconsiled with his sister. He can be true to himself and created his song, his music. Music that touches others, Music that others like.

And Wilhelm got out of that system that caused him so much pain. He got closure, threw away the snow globe, quit being royalty. He is free, the one thing he wanted all this time. Be happy, be himself, be free.

Sometimes family is a former crown prince, his musician boyfriend, a neurodivergent horse girl and the worlds best best friend.

[I think this is the point where i thank you for reading all this. I am going to post this without reading it a second time to keep myself surprised and not edit any reactions. But i hope the rambling made some sense. Thank you!]

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals finale #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #wilhelm young royals #simon eriksson #felice ehrencrona #sara eriksson #august young royals

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fourseasonsfigs · 5 months ago

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Take a Sip by the Lake

This fig set was inspired by a behind-the-scenes video from the filming of Word of Honor's Episode 6.

We have a playful Gong Jun here making Zhehan laugh during the rehearsal for the poison sucking scene:

I laughed when I first saw this set! The exaggerated facial features are so silly and fun.

The seller originally designed the figs and planned to sell it with the rock they're sitting on:

However, when it came down to it in production, the seller cancelled the rock due to cost and told all the buyers to just make it ourselves out of ultra light clay. This plan didn't sound great to me, just given my lack of time and ability, but you get what you get.

Sure enough, these two figs arrived with no rock at all.

These arrived...and sat. For a long time! I've had these hanging out in my tray of "needs serious help" figs for, well, quite some time. This weekend, though, I decided it was time to start tackling that tray, and this seemed like the easiest one to start with. How difficult could a rock be? Famous last words, I know.

I downloaded a coupon for one of my local craft stores and headed out. Michaels had quite the array of Sculpey and Fimo clay packets. I ended up buying "grey granite" Sculpey clay, since I liked the idea of not having to paint the rock.

I probably spent 20-30 minutes putting a rock together - I made it too small at first, and then realized pretty quickly that not only did I need to make it bigger, but I needed a higher area in the back for Gong Jun to rest his hand on. I started gently arranging the figs on the rock as I worked, so that I'd have indents in the clay to go off on as I modeled.

Here's the finished rock. You can see the indents there for A-Xu's robe to slot into.

Gosh, I was happy with it when I finished it, but in the harsh light of my camera I have to admit it doesn't look as good as I thought it did.

Here's the top view. Looks a little better there, right?

I baked the rock for about 40 minutes. I'm not entirely sure if that was enough, but it seemed to be pretty well cooked.

Happily, all the little marks the figs made when I pressed them into the clay made them very easy to assemble on the rock. A little bit of glue, and they sat pretty solidly.

Not looking too bad, actually!

Oh no, I take it all back. I worked so hard at getting Gong Jun's hand to rest right on the rock...what happened??? I must have glued him a little bit too far up on the rock. Ugh.

UGH. It really is not resting on the rock! The crazy thing is, when I look at it just in my hand, it really looks like it's resting right on top.

I'd say it shrank during baking, but it didn't. I think this is just some poor eyesight. Well, you can see how I did design it to be a perfect resting place.

All I can see is the hand not touching the rock, but I will say the modeling the fig maker did on their hair is really nice. This whole set is really quite cute, if a little ridiculous! Which I'm enjoying, of course.

Here's a close up of the drugman bite.

This is a very small set - all the figs I have in this style run fairly small. You can see the size compared to a "regular" fig in most common style.

This clay actually has the faintest sparkle to it, just like actual granite. It's really hard to photograph it - I brought it out in the sunlight to try to capture it, but all you can see is some light spots that look like dust. It's actually quite subtle and pretty though.

I took some bottoms-up pics before I glued them to the rock. You can see their boots and pants quite well from this angle.

With how difficult a rock was to make, I can't even imagine modeling these. It's all computer driven I imagine, but still.

...not sure why I cut off the bottom of this pic when photographing! My goodness.

Well, at least from one angle I'm glad to see the hand looks firmly on the rock!

The fig maker included box card art and an even more exaggerated rendition of the art on a pin? Mirror? I can't recall now, it's been so long. You'll notice the fig maker even included the little kissy lips that were on the video as well.

Well, I get a good chuckle out of this fig set - Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan had so much fun on set, and it's nice to see how lighthearted and happy this is!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: (+2) 531

Scene Count: 38

Rating: Mwah! 💋

[link to the Master Post Index]

#word of honor #word of honor filming #word of honor bts #zhang zhehan #gong jun #zhou zishu #wen kexing #figthusiast

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colonelpancakes · 5 months ago

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Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part 3! The Frozen Ship. The title alone has me intrigued. Post is long so it goes under the cut.

Ah, well that's concerning. Oh and while I was screenshotting this I realized that Callum's hand is covered in blood here. That's really concerning.

I am having vivid flashbacks to season one and the whole “we accidentally dunked both the egg and Ezran in frozen lake water” debacle. Given his nervousness, I get the feeling Callum is too.

NOOO! NOT THE PUPPY!!

Rayla sending the Shadowpaw home when she herself still can’t return… My heart. I am happy that the baby lived though.

Oh hey! Terry!

Terry, if you get eaten by some strange creature I swear to God.

Rayllum! Also Rayla thinking the black ice was enchanted with black magic was cute.

I sympathize with you Rayla, my dog has done that exact same thing to me. I mean, not as I was having a romantic moment with my partner but she has looked me dead in the eyes and sneezed directly into my mouth.

Ohh she does not look well...

I love them so much

The look Callum gives Sneezles skjfaslk.

I distinctly do not trust this boat. This is a very untrustworthy boat. It’s making me think of the boat with all the dead people in that one Race to The Edge episode. The one with the buffalo dragon spit? Does anyone know what I’m talking about or am I just rambling? (Buffalord Soldier is the episode I’m thinking of here, I looked it up.)

I feel like this is getting a tad meta

Skjfklsajf I love Stella and Rayla being nosy together. They should form a book club.

Ohh, Terry bathing Claudia and seeing all of her scars… The softness and tenderness in it all and the grief and the fallout of Viren leaving. Ough.

Claudia... She looks like she's definitely not present, poor babies...

Okay, entirely off topic but dang that is some good nail polish that Claudia has if it's stayed on for this long UNCHIPPED to boot.

Rayla crying as she reads Esmerelda’s diary because she sees herself and Callum in the words… The guilt from leaving him and thinking about what they could have been for the last four years and the regret hitting her. Oh, darling…

Ohh and Callum sketches Rayla while he’s waiting for her like he’s always done... He's worried about her...

Wow those are some thin ship walls if Callum can hear Rayla crying from outside. Actually, that makes sense they are filled with holes.

Listen, she got distracted. But also Rayla you did make Callum sit in the cold waiting for you and worrying while you read through the entirety of someone’s diary.

Callum you jinxed it, knock on wood.

NOPE NEVERMIND THAT MADE IT WORSE. Okay knocking on wood was a bad idea.

Ohh... The intimacy of trusting someone enough to hold a knife to the back of your neck, knowing that they won’t hurt you. Terry stayed, he waited for her. And then her quietly crying… The emotions in these scenes, the grief, the shock, the tiredness, are all so tangible even when neither Claudia nor Terry has said a single word all episode. The composers and the animators are doing such an amazing job.

And there was only one blanket!

Oh? I was not expecting information on Callum's birth dad. Damian, we have a name now. Aww, Callum quoting his dad's poetry is really sweet. I wonder if Callum met him or if he passed away before Callum was born.

Skljadskljfsda Stella and Sneezles, Matchmakers Extraordinaire!

RAYLLUM KISS??

Oh never mind Callum dark magic problems that works too.

The rest is in the reblogs because of the gosh dang image limit

#TDP #The Dragon Prince #TDP S6 #TDP S6 spoilers #The Dragon Prince season 6 spoilers #TDP spoilers #The Dragon Prince spoilers #Mars watches TDP #My Posts #Mars yells into the void #Blood #Tw: Blood

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clementhyne · 4 months ago

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Trilogy of misfortunes!

BY Clementhyne

My first actual time I've written something that isn't just an idea in a notebook...Enjoy and if you want some more, please tell me.

(Episode begins with Oscar and Hedgehog cleaning the attic of Dr. P. Shark's vacation lodge)

Oscar: didn't know sharks had lodges...

Hedgehog: well sasquatches have a monastery dedicated to PeanutButter and jelly sandwiches, so id classify this in the weird but believable category (pulls out a scribble pad with an arrangement of categories for new information learned on the island, ranging from: yeah, that seems logical... To BONKERS.

Dr. P. Shark: ARE YOU DONE THERE CLEANING, FRIENDS?

Oscar and Hedgehog in unison: WE GOT JUST THE WARDROBES LEFT! (they are yelling because they are far away)

Dr. P. Shark: JUST DONT OPEN THEM, THEY ARE MY VACATION PORTALS, I USUALY USE THEM TO TRY AND TREAT ILL PEOPLE FROM OTHER WORLDS AS A HOBBY! UNFORTUNATELY, THEY HAVE PROVEN TO BE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR ME!

(Oscar and Hedgehog glance at each other with a dumbfounded face, turning to a cute but mischievous look at the sight of the wardrobes)

Oscar: Iam pretty sure he wouldn't have told us that if he did not want us to go in...

Hedgehog: While your logic seems plain, I must insist that Dr.Shark told us that he had patients in there that he couldn't handle...So I'll sit this one out.

Oscar: Welp. More daring adventures for me!

(Oscar opens the wardrobe, a sky with fragmented mirrors litters the sky as stars)

Oscar: Well, here I go, any second now, my elephant shaped shoes will step through here...Here I go.... Uhm ... yes, here I now enter this dark and uh sharp looking place, nothing bad will befall me! (Oscar keeps stalling since he cannot bear going through this scary place without someone, that being Hedgehog)

Hedgehog: Fine fine, I'll go with you, but you must promise me it won't take long and that we'll stop often to document our surroundings!

(Both step through the wardrobe and fall)

Oscar: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS! I STILL HAVENT FINISHED MY GIRAFE PUZZZLLLLLEEEEEEE......

Hedgehog: AAAAAND I HAVENT SEEN THE ENTIRE ISLANDS MAGICAL PHENOMENONSSSSSSSSSSSS......

(Splash, they both fell in a mud lake, a lake but instead of water, mud.)

Oscar: Eeeeewwwww

Hedgehog: As welllllll (on the same tone Oscar says ew)

(they both sluggishly “swim” to the shore)

(A curious onlooker goes up to them)

Bardette: Since when hath mud-kippers taken to walking?

Oscar: Last time I remembered, we were an elephant, and a hedgehog named Hedgehog.

Hedgehog: (has a confused face staring momentarily at Oscar)

Bardette: Verily, I have not witnessed aught emerge from this lake since our erstwhile companion, Mr. Shark.

Oscar: (covering his mouth) do you have any idea what she's saying?

Hedgehog: (also covering her mouth) Shes speaking in a medieval English style, my father told me to learn it a long time ago since learning just Latin wasn't enough for him.

Bardette: What dost thou two prattle on about?

Hedgehog: How wondrous it is to finally encounter another soul after such a lengthy tumble! If it pleaseth thee, might I inquire where I could find a refuge to regain our strength and cleanse our garments?

Bardette: Verily, we have a family-owned inn, and we would be pleased to offer thee a night’s lodging on the house, kind folk!

Hedgehog: Our deepest gratitude to thee, kind lady!

(Bardette lets them hop on the clothes wagon)

Oscar: So, what did you say?

Hedgehog: Just pleasantries my dear Watson! (in a mockingly English accent)

(after some awkward silence)

Bardette: I am known as Bardette, by the by!

Hedgehog: And we are called Lady Hedgehog and the knightly Sir Oscar!

Oscar silently: oh, cool Iam a knight! good idea hedgehog!

(scene cuts to them arriving at a beautiful inn deep in a forest clearing)

(A man is seen outside gardening)

Kniloy: Pray, what hast thou brought to me, mine lovely wife?

Bardette: A pair of courteous strangers, seeking a place to stay the night!

Kniloy: They may have the chamber in the cellar, on the condition they lend aid in ridding my garden of the troublesome pests.

Oscar: I think he wants us to ride pests? Wouldn't it make more sense to escort his pests out the garden?

Hedgehog: no, that's not...ugh never mind, just help me get rid of those moles.

(the two walk over to the infested area of the garden)

Hedgehog: Greetings, good fellows. Might we guide you to lands more bounteous and plentiful?

Moles in unison: Oooh, wherefore might this bounteous land be?

Hedgehog: Oh, through this very trebuchet! It shall send you to a wondrous realm known as the sky!

(Points at shovel)

Moles in unison: Oooh, that doth sound most adventurous! Well then, here we go!

(Oscar and Hedgehog strongly fling the shovel in a manner full way at the sky, the moles are to never be seen again)

Kniloy: Very well done, strangers. You may rest here. We have also prepared some spare garments in the bath. Though we found none that fit you precisely, we do have some dusty armor from days long past. It appears to fit you like a glove!

(Oscar and Hedgehog take turns getting rid of the mud in the bathroom)

Oscar: look Hedgehog! This armor looks very heroic on me!

Hedgehog: While it looks heroic, it certainly doesn't compare to my aristocratic dress! Now Iam a fully-fledged Laaadyyy Heeeedgehooooog!

(Says while doing a cute spin)

Oscar: Well since you are the lady and Iam the sire, it'll be only fair to pledge my allegiance to your house of book smarts and funny accents! (says while kneeling)

(a shot zooms out of the basement window showcasing in the corner of the screen a mysterious tornado of thunder and household objects, while the tornado is showcased, a faint maniacal laugh starts to appear. Thunder ends the scene)

#summer camp island

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boosmidnighthour · 1 year ago

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Here's a little drabble that I haven't gotten back to in a while. I made it back in September and don't really know how to finish it or lead up to the moment I've written to.

Working Title: After The Cut

Fandom: Total Drama, Total Drama 2023

Bowie's missing from the party celebrating Priya's success. Raj goes to find him.

He found him.

Sitting alone on a rock, watching the waves lap at the sand, there was Bowie. Raj walked over, frowning to himself once he saw how tight the other's posture was, how pale his knuckles were from the grip he had on his hands.

"Bowie?"

The lanky teen nearly fell off his rock, seeming entirely startled. Even with only knowing him for the summer, Raj knew that this behavior was entirely un-Bowie-like. He hadn't gotten this trapped in his head, at least from what he had seen from watching and re-watching the last few episodes.

"Raj- what're you doing here?" Bowie started immediately after collecting himself, looking at him with a quirked eyebrow. Then his eyes darted around him, and his brow curved in, more concerned. "Where's Wayne? Did something happen at the party?"

"No." Raj sat down on the rock next to him. "Well, nothing serious. Wayne just got tired and overwhelmed and went to one of the cabins to sleep. Head's messin' with him, ya'know?" After all, they were still recovering from the cassowary attack and falling from the side of a cliff. "I just came to see where you went, since I noticed you weren't with anyone else." He looked out over the lake. "... What're you doing here, anyway? You tired, too?"

His question was met with silence, and when Raj looked back to Bowie's face, his expression seemed conflicted. "Not… exactly," he started hesitantly. It looked as if he was trying to rip some sort of explanation from the depths of his heart through his throat, mouth open one moment and then his lips sealed tightly the next. He continued on like that for a moment, getting frustrated each time his mouth opened and nothing came out.

"You don't have to tell me. We can just talk about something else," the hockey player quickly interjected.

Bowie groaned, putting his head in his hands, palms digging into his eyes. "I want to be honest- you deserve that much- but it's just… ugh! Why can't I spit it out?!"

Raj blinked as he started piecing things together. He looked back to the light of the campfire and the smoke billowing, the faint cheering from the ongoing celebration just barely reaching them over the gentle sound of the waves. Then he looked at Bowie, remembering all he had endured today.

"Is it about the finale?"

"Yes."

"... It's not your fault you didn't win-"

"Yes, it is!" Bowie started, looking at Raj incredulously, almost offended. It startled the hockey player. "It most certainly is! If I had just… just kept those stupid goats in line, ran faster, kept my stomach as steely as ever, pushed myself harder, I could have done it! I would be a millionaire right now- I was so close!" He curled in on himself, the last word hissing through his teeth as he did.

Raj watched as his back trembled with how tightly he had himself wound. He frowned, worry spiking as he bit his lip, not knowing what he should do or say. But it didn't matter. Bowie looked back up, a rage filling his normally warm brown eyes.

"I worked so hard to get there, and I placed second. Second!" He scoffed, teeth grit so tight, Raj thought they'd break. "I can't believe I suffered through disgusting kitchen slop for nearly a month, just to get this treatment- I was so close!" He said louder this time.

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If you have suggestions, don't hesitate to comment.

#total drama #total drama reboot #rajbow #td bowie #td raj #my wips

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mickey10213 · 2 years ago

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I know it's old news at this point, but something that will always be funny to me that I don't see enough people talking about -- probably because it's so dumb and irrelevant -- but I just love how the Sakura/SS fandom love to come for SP over anything regarding that girl and their ship. Despite the fact that I personally see SP give so many unwarranted good moments for them compared to negative moments, but that's none of my business.

I would also like to state that I am not a fan of the Restuden series, especially Sasuke and Naruto Restuden from the things I've read. Mainly because I think the plot itself is entirely stupid and out of left field for Naruto to suddenly become basically allergic to Kurama in his late twenties early '30s. I could honestly care less about the shipy moments in these novels, but when will people admit the only reason that they like these stories is because it caters to one specific ship? You honestly don't think the story is good because it's not. You just like that Sakura gets highlight to her romance and to some random badass moments. Like come on? How long can you really sit here and pretend that you like that they're fighting dinosaurs? Especially with the largest dinosaur being a herbivore? I'll wait.

Anyway the point I'm trying to make is they praise Jun Esaka, who I'm rather indifferent towards but I find the hate she gets quite ridiculous and absurd at points. They often claim she should be the writer and take over for Boruto because she is a SS shipper and in her stories that involve them she makes content that suits their needs. I.e. Sasuke being a jealous simp and mushy father, Sakura being more confident and damn near wearing the pants in their relationship, random powers that other characters specialize in but suddenly they can use it (for example all of a sudden Sakura can use sensory jutsu, which is Karin's specialty, and Sasuke can use healing and ice style), And overall just all the romance that they had hoped for. Again for example the infamous ring scene, which depending on who you ask was either a good adaption or SP was ruining Sakura. And then you have the lake scene which again they bash them for cutting out certain moments. And finally you have Sasuke screaming for his wife and just overall them being lovey-dovey. And actually don't even get me started on the horrendous motorcycle scene that I guess is in Naruto Restuden, which is the only reason they want that novel adapted but not Kakashi's cause I guess they're not in that.

(Same fans that will come at Hinata for holding hands with Naruto after Neji died despite giving a whole speech pertaining to her cousin, are also the same fans that want Sakura and Sasuke to kiss over a dying Naruto while she drives a motorcycle.... Make it make sense)

Anywho I'm getting so far off my topic but I'm also getting close to my point. The thing I find so funny about Retsuden fans, is the fact that since the anime was far ahead of the manga adaptation, we got to see Sakura get tricked and stabbed by Jiji. When this episode came out, the outpour of rage and disrespect towards this studio -- who has both good and bad moments and I am not a full defender of them because I will admit they can be very biased -- was all I could see on Twitter. I honestly see why people say Twitter is such a toxic place because the fandom on that is just ridiculous. It's just constant arguing more so than on here. Anyway that's besides the point, but I saw so many people trash and compare the anime to the novel since the manga had not gotten to that point yet. They like to say why did he hug her? He never hugged her! There they go making Sakura weak again because she would never do that! Why would she let another man hug her when her husband is right there? Just wait until Sasuke sees what he did to his wife! And just basically overall a bunch of nastiness towards the fact that Sakura was pulled in for a hug by Jiji for an uncomfortably good while before getting stabbed in the back and she did nothing to stop it.

So the funny part is that while everybody is raging about this moment and saying wait till the manga adaptation comes out because the manga follows closely to the novel; The Manga is so much better, there's nothing but silence when it comes out that the manga did the same exact thing. If not did her dirtier than the anime did AKA than SP did.

Now I don't know what was written in the novel specifically, cuz I have not read it. But the gist of what I'm getting from people who have posted about it is that Sakura is just pulled back and stabbed. There's no hug. In the anime, Sakura is pulled back into a hug where Jiji rests his hand on her head and she just stands there before he stabs her in the back and drops her. Now in the oh so beloved and highly praised and worshiped manga adaptation that everyone was saying would do the novel justice, Sakura gets grabbed and pulled into a hug where, again, Jiji rests his hand on her head before stabbing her in the back. Now the difference is as far as I know, which I could probably be wrong because I never watched further in the scenes than what was on Twitter, is that in the anime he just lets her crawl because the kunai was poisoned.

But in the manga he kicks her in her face while she's already down and feeling the effects of the poison making her knock back against the wall.

Now tell me which one disrespects her more. I'll wait. Because after that panel came out, the only thing I heard was that the manga adaptation was going to be put on a hiatus. That was the only thing that was going around despite that being one of the last panels. Where is the outrage that she let somebody hug her that wasn't her husband, where is the calls for the artist to quit his job or that he's wrong and that that would never happen to her? Where is the same amount of rage that y'all put towards SP for animating that but not towards the artist who drew it?

To be honest this fandom, especially Sakura/ss fans really baffle me. I can get wanting moments and great things for your favorites, and I'm not going to pretend that it's only their fandom that acts this way because I've seen plenty of other fandoms including the fandom of my personal favorite Hinata acting out of control, but the amount of blatant hypocrisy and doubled standards that they have towards animators and content creators and anything that has to do with Naruto works is hilarious and astounding.

Yes your ship might be the most popular, and yes your ship might be known as the most powerful in the series. But unfortunately you are one of the most toxic fandoms and I feel bad for the actual neutral parties that just actually enjoy it and don't make it as if they're being bullied every time something doesn't go their way for this ship and character. I now see why people say there is a difference between being a regular Sakura fan and being a Sakura fan that also ships Sasuke and Sakura. And vice versa too when it's said there's a difference between being a Sasuke fan and a Sasuke fan who ships Sasuke and Sakura.

No hate to this author Jun Esaka. I wish her nothing but the best with her pregnancy and with her career because clearly she has fans, as biased as they may be. And to the people who constantly wish harm on this woman just because you don't like her preferences need to get a grip on reality and realize it's literally just cartoons. Yes we can love them and they can inspire us and we can enjoy them, but it is just content for our entertainment. People really need to stop putting their contempt for a character into reality and onto a real person. It is not and will never be that serious. And speaking of reality checks, my final point is that that one manga panel was the exact reality check that that fandom needed to slow their freaking roll and stop having this weird biased hate towards a studio that has often done more good than harm for their ship compared to others.

If you read this till the end, thank you for listening to my opinions and if you have something to say, keep it clean please. This is just my opinion.

#anti sasuke retsuden #naruto #boruto #boruto the next generation #anti harassment #anti sakura fandom #anti sasusaku fandom #seriously people just be kind #There's a lot wrong with this series and this fandom is by far one of the most chaotic #I can only imagine how it is in every other fandom #but be real Sasuke Retsuden sucks ass #it is beyond cringy to see and hear that Sasuke acts the way that he does when that's literally not him in any other instance #not my sasuke

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❝Now Kiss!❞ 18+ - MINORS DNI … Alan Wake x Joan Newbury | Original Female Character ] WARNINGS: non-con, infidelity, graphic violence. >a/n : heyo! crimson here. so i'm posting on ao3 but thought i'd start posting on tumblr too again! after having writers block for (checks notes) 6 years, i'm back and ready to write smut finally. hope this isn't too much for some people. i'm not into the infidelity trope at all but it would appear that alan wake belongs to me now :) i thought about this. i wrote this. i read this. the guilt is immense. but i'm still gonna touch myself to it at the end of the day because it's hot 😎👍 ENJOI ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

So Alan Wake had a ring on his finger. So what?

Jiwoon couldn’t wrap his head around why the two most gorgeous survivors (besides Yunjin) wouldn’t just confirm their feelings for each other already!!! It super obvious they were meant to be together, and it was driving him INSANE!

Wake had a wife in the real world or whatever but it had to be like a million bajillion years ago since he last saw her, so he didn't understand what the problem was, and he bet Joan was WAYYY better than Wake's wife anyways like C��MON. Plus what if she was dead??? He had half a mind to escape this realm and kill her himself. The mere memory of her was getting in the way of his power couple for god's sake, and Joan was NOT a second lead.

He paced around the stage, his home in between games being a massive auditorium. When he wasn’t practicing his performances, he was sitting in a meeting room at a long table with all the other killers. Well, most of them. Some didn’t want to participate in their little reality-tv ramblings, and others had been kicked out for being too rowdy. They had been non-stop teasing him about how Alan and Joan would never get together, and it was torturing him because he knew they were right. He had been around Wake long enough to know that the guilt of ‘cheating’ on his long lost wife was looming over his head every time he was with Joan; and yet his puppy-dog eyes couldn’t hide just how much affection he had for her. It was pathetic. It was dramatic. It had him on the edge of his seat, but the endless “will they, won’t they” had gone on for far too long. It wasn’t enough for him anymore, he needed a real display of affection.

Whenever he had them in a match, he would tunnel out the other two randos just so he could watch them interact alone, or ALOAN as he liked to call them (it was their ship name he made up and he was very proud of it)(he hoped it caught on in the meeting room soon). Even when tensions were high, and they constantly looked over their shoulders, Wake would still spare some time to make a bad joke, and Joan would call it awful but wouldn’t be able to stifle her laughter. Then they would gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, or even worse, stare longingly when the other wasn’t looking. From the moments where Wake would drop whatever he was doing when he saw her being chased, to the fact that he would never even let her end up on hook in the first place, it was so obvious to every survivor and their mother how they felt, and if they were trying to hide it from people they sucked at doing so. They were even known to the younger survivors as 'mom and dad'. It was CRYSTAL LAKE CLEAR how well they fit together like two puzzle pieces, I mean, CLEARLY since even the killers who didn’t really care about them weren’t denying the chemistry they shared. Even Freddy, who rarely participated in the round table love island conspiracy, had a few choice words when Merchant said Joan could do way better than Wake. You could hear the sound of one of pinhead’s nails dropping the way the entire room froze in shock; it made Jiwoon proud to call them his OTP.

But Jiwoon wasn’t just another annoying fanfiction writer, he was the Trickster! A cold, confident, calculating, killer. He wanted an intimate performance, not 50 webtoon episodes where the couple barely so much as brushes up against each other. He had already read plenty of that slow-burn garbage back in the real world, the comments flooded with disappointment every time a kiss was teased and not given for the seventh time over. He would never do that if he was the author, he would simply give the people what they truly wanted immediately.

And then it hit him. He stopped pacing, bringing his hand up to his face that was curling into a devious smile, and started chuckling to himself. He knew exactly how to get them to admit their feelings. If the forced proximity trope wasn’t enough, he would have to take it a step further.

He needed to get them to fuck each other, even if he had to force them to do it.

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Sooner rather than later, the Trickster had made an appearance in one of their matches. Alan and Joan had long noticed how he liked to stalk them, catching on to his constant ploy of saving them for last, but he never really finished what he started. He often seem to give up in the end game, and they would always see him from afar as they ran through the exit gates. Still, they learned not to let their guard down, and were extra cautious around him since he was unpredictable, but he knew it was all a farce. Some would say he was underestimating what they were willing to do for the other, but Jiwoon was banking on it. In fact, they needed to stick to the script that he had been writing for them behind the scenes or all of this would be for nothing. He was risking them never being able to face each other again. The stakes were high, and he was all in.

As per usual, he made quick work of the unfortunate Dwight and David (sorry about your ship Trapper) and quickly made his rounds to the last gen. There were only three left for them to work on, and they almost always worked together on one of them. The map was Gas Heaven in Autohaven Wreckers. He knew exactly where they were headed: the gas station. The false pretence of a safe roof over their head. They would crouch walk over to the gen, unaware that the basement was directly next to them, patiently waiting for the next scene to unfold. And he was right; there they were. From a fair distance away, he could see Joan’s dark chocolate movie-star hairstyle peeking out from the cracked glass of the garage door. In his head, he fantasized about them exchanging meek smiles, their fingertips would brush as they reached for the toolbox at the same time, unable to hide their blushing.

‘Sorry Allie.’

‘You can use it June.’

He pictured them exchanging lovey-dovey nicknames, truly the pinnacle of a completely platonic friendship. Ignorant lovebirds.

‘Keep it together, Jiwoon. It’s… showtime’

He took a deep breath, brandishing his throwing knives before he took off. The only reason it wasn’t wise to form a relationship in the games was the fact that sometimes you were so focused on protecting the other person that you ended up making stupid mistakes, and Wake was due for his own to catch up with him. Joan was on the side of the gen perfectly in line with the doorway. Wake hadn’t even noticed, too busy scanning their surroundings for the both of them and getting his vision caught on the way Joan’s delicate hands made quick work of the wiring. But the hair on Joan’s neck raised as the killer approached, and just as she was about to get off the gen and tell Alan to hide, a firm hand was grasping the back of her black turtleneck. She yelped as she was pried from the engine, and Alan yelled after her as Trickster swiftly walked toward the basement with her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile as he carried her down the stairs, turning the corner and letting her fall to the ground. He had mulled over hooking her in his rough drafts, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and dropped on top of her.

Wake was usually not far behind whenever she was in danger, and Jiwoon wanted him to see this. He took a blade out and plunged it into the fabric of her long-sleeve, cutting it straight up the middle to reveal her bra. Joan stopped struggling and stared at him in shock, but he wanted her to make some noise so he pressed the blade into her shoulder, just deep enough to make her scream. He started to fiddle with the zipper on the side of her skirt and heard Wake come bustling down the stairs as Joan was quietly pleading ‘no, please don't, no no no stop’. Trickster catches his gaze and Wake stops in his tracks in disbelief at the sight. His blood is boiling and his fist is ready to connect with the killer's jaw, but he knows he can't. He’s not allowed to. He'll be punished.

'Good,' Jiwoon thinks, 'stay on script'.

He holds the older man’s gaze as he stands up, leaving Joan writhing beneath him, holding her wound.

"Heal her." He instructs, and though Alan doesn't quite comprehend what's happening, he rushes to Joan’s side to help her. He sees her exposed chest and cute mint-green bra and forces himself to focus on her injuries, burning a second hole through the hole in her shoulder.

"Allie... Allie..." She cries, grabbing onto his jacket sleeves, her grip loose.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here."

He tries to reassure her but there's still too many questions about the situation. That and she’s half naked underneath him and he hopes it isn’t obvious he’s avoiding looking her in the eyes. As he finishes healing her and is about to help her stand up, Trickster lunges at him, downing him in one hit. Joan yelps at the sudden movement, jumping away. She wants to run but her feet feel like they’re made out of concrete, sinking her into the floor. Her and the killer stare at each other as he peers over his shoulder, slowly turning to face her as he starts to close the distance between them. She begins to inch away but her back hits a locker, allowing the Trickster to get right in her face. She turns her head away as he holds the blade of his knife up to her neck, slowly lowering it to trail down her stomach to her waist..

"Take off your skirt."

"DON'T."

Wake's booming voice bellows off the walls of the basement. For someone who was bleeding out, he sure did have a lot of strength left. Maybe it was just desperation, and that's exactly what Jiwoon wanted. He flashed a crazed smile, turning his attention back to the man on the ground. Wake was lying on his stomach, and Jiwoon easily dropped down on top of him, grabbing the back of his hair and holding his head up with a blade pressed into his neck.

"Take it off or I'm gutting him like a fish."

Joan’s hands are shaking. She looks back and forth between Alan’s pleading gaze and the line of red threatening to bloom from his neck. She carefully reaches up to the zipper on her plaid skirt and starts pulling it down.

"June.. don't." he stutters out, his breath shaky.

But Joan listens to the popstar, bending one knee and taking one leg out and then the other. She never pulls her gaze away from the knife, afraid that if she blinks it will be pressed further into his skin. She drops it beside her, revealing her matching panties under her pantyhose, and pulls together her blazer over her bare skin in embarrassment. Jiwoon retracts his knife and suddenly lets go of his grip on Wake's hair. His head drops to the floor. Not much strength left, eh?

"Heal him." he instructs again, and Joan clambers to her partner to stop the bleeding.

'Perfect. Everything is going perfect'.

"You don't have to do this… You can escape… Please… Joan. Please leave me-." Wake pauses between each sentence, breathing heavily, but gets cut off.

"Don't ever ask me to do something as stupid as that. I woudl never just let him torture you to save my own ass."

"Better me than you. I won't let him.. hurt you."

Alan was about to say 'I won't let him have you' but stopped himself. That was not what he should be thinking right now. Joan didn't belong to him, and he was married. He had… Alice. Right. That was her name.. He felt guilty every time he looked at Joan and felt something more than friendship. But in this type of situation the lines were starting to blur. How fucking dare he put his hands on her.

"Who says I'll be the one hurting her?"

Trickster chimes in as Joan finishes her healing. Wake sits up on one knee, still breathing heavily, and Joan bends down with a hand on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up to grab hers, and Jiwoon does his best not to fangirl because holy shit they’re actually touching hands. This was going even better than he had imagined. He made sure to block the exit, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, but no one was moving anyway. They were far too afraid to anger him.

"You two are gonna put on a show for me, a private show, for your loyal, royal, number one fan. You do what I say, and I'll let you wander the fog together, safe until the next game. How does that sound?"

The pair stared up at him confused.

"A show?" Alan questions, angrily. "What the hell are you talking about? We’re not your playthings."

"Woah, chill out man. I thought you'd be jumping at the chance to protect miss victoria's-secret-model here from the clutches of my toned abs."

Jiwoon points to his stomach dramatically, and Joan blushes deeper, trying to further hide behind Alan. He straightens his back in response, trying to protect her. Jiwoon almost can't keep his act together. He begins to walk towards them again, knife first, and points it right in Wake's face.

"On your back." he instructs, but doesn't wait for him to lie down, instead pushing him down by his shoulders. He groans in pain at the sudden movement, only half-healed. Trickster then grabs Joan by her shoulders, and shoves her down. Her knees hit the floor on both sides of Wake's waist, effectively straddling him. Their crotches connect causing both of them to flinch, and Joan does her best to pull herself off him. He uses their shock to slowly lower himself behind Joan.

"Undo his belt." Trickster whispers, leaning his chest into her back. He presses his knees into Alan’s thighs to prevent him from getting up or kicking her off.

"Wh-.... I-.... I-..." She stutters out, staring at the slightly exposed skin from under Alan’s untucked shirt.

"Unless you want me to make him pick his intestines off the floor, do what I say. Undo his belt. Now."

Joan and Alan hold eye contact again. His gaze seems to beg her not to, but not because he doesn't want her to.

"You don't have to do this Jun-."

Trickster holds the knife to her neck and she gasps. Wake freezes just as he's about to sit up. He knows it's a threat to keep him lying down. Trickster read his movements like a book.

"Oh, but she's going to. Isn't that right, Junebug?"

Joan’s lip quivers. That was the nickname her dad used to call her, the one she shared with Alan. That was the reason he called her ‘June’. How could the killer possibly know that? It frightened her even more.

"I-I'm-. I'm sorry, I-." she stuttered out as she took the metal clasp of Alan’s belt into her shaking hands, fiddling with the loop until it was open and unable to stop her repeated cycle of apologies.

"Now undo his pants."

She does as she's told, and Jiwoon keeps instructing her through it.

"Pull them down. Then his boxers. Gooood girl."

Joan shimmies the fabric down and her pupils go wide as his cock springs free, half hard. She had always fantasized about having her way with him in a match, but not like this. This just made her feel awful. And she felt even worse about how wet she was getting from forcing herself on him. Alan turned his head away, unable to face the effect she had on him.

'That's fine.' Trickster thought, 'Let's see how long you'll be able to keep that up.'

"Put your hand around him. Yeaaah just like that. Now start stroking uppp and downn."

Joan’s grip is loose as she feels the guilt taking over her. Is this really that much better than being tortured with a knife? This was its own fucked up type of torture. Things would never be the same between them when they made it out of here. How could she ever face him again? Jiwoon noticed her hesitation and gripped his own hand around hers, forcing her to grip Wake harder. He guided her hand as she stroked him, and Wake clenched his teeth trying not to let a whimper escape. Her hand was so soft and it felt so good, but it was so so fucking wrong.

"Keep going. Faster." Trickster releases Joan’s hand when he's satisfied she won't disobey him again. He lets the scene play on until he starts to see Wake buck his hips up into her hand.

"Stop."

Joan freezes, Alan’s hard cock pulsing in her stationary hand.

"Don't. Move."

Jiwoon snakes an arm around her waist, bringing the knife between the flat fabric of her bra at the centre of her chest, and yanks upward, cutting it clean in half. Her breasts bounce free, and she's quick to try and cover them but the killer catches her forearms before she can do so, pulling her whole body back and pushing her head forward. Her lips brush across Alan’s tip.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Do not make me ask you twice."

Joan once again does as she's told, beginning to lick a line up his shaft. Her breath is quivering, and it's hot against Wake's skin. He can't help himself and glances up to see Joan’s tits pressed into his crotch, her face flushed, her lips red. He gulps.

‘Think of Alice, think of Alice, think of-…’ he repeats over and over in his head.

Trickster notices the silent battle and his eyes twinkle. He takes the opportunity to let go of Joan’s wrists and instead gathers her hair back so it doesn't get in her face.

"Start sucking."

She closes her eyes, letting her sinful thoughts take over and hollowing her cheeks out. She was saving them both. She shouldn't feel bad. She also shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she was, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she harboured for him. She knew he must feel something for her. They shared far too many intimate moments for their relationship to be seen as 'just friends'. They were both being reduced to sweating, moaning messes. It wouldn’t be long before their animalistic instincts took over. It was getting Trickster hard just watching them, but that wasn't what he was here for.

Joan went up and down, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around. It felt so good Alan was seeing stars. He closed his eyes and all he could see was her face. She was god damned good at this. Better than his wife, which was a dangerous thought to think but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt the touch of a woman in god knows how long, and now a woman he had strictly forbidden himself from touching was hitting his cock against the back of her throat.

"Help guide her head."

Wake was snapped out of his ruminating to see Trickster staring directly at him from behind Joan. It was almost as if he was hypnotising him. His arms unconsciously began to lift and his hands touched Joan’s head, pressing her down and lifting her back up, matching her rhythm. It wasn't long before his grip had tightened and he was shoving her up and down further and faster to get him closer to his high. His hips bucked into her face and it made his belt jingle. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, threatening to burst. But Trickster wasn't done yet. He yanked Joan off of him by her hair, a line of her spit trailing between them, and Alan whined as he felt the cold breeze wash over his raw, aching cock. He was so close.

"You cum when I say you can." The killer said, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He turned his attention to Joan. "We’re only halfway through the show, no skipping to the good part."

He let go of her hair and pushed her over onto Alan, her breasts hitting the fabric of his dress shirt as she was pressed into his chest and felt his bare cock on her stomach. Trickster wasted no time cutting a hole into the back of her pantyhose, ripping them apart with his hands. He then hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her back up.

“Move your panties to the side.” He said into Joan’s ear, loud enough for Wake to hear. “And YOU. I’m not touchin another dude’s junk, so hold it up, and make sure it’s straight.”

Time seemed to slow as the words fell from the killer’s mouth. A shameful blowjob for the killer’s entertainment was one thing, but actually making them fuck each other? Just what kind of game was this psycho playing? This was on a whole other level of wrong, specifically a line in the sand that was never supposed to be crossed, and the Trickster was like a strong gust of wind just blowing it away. Neither of them could look at each other, and Jiwoon felt the tension in the air. No one dared to move. Was this a bad end? Did his plan fail?? Was this the one fic tag he had glanced over in the beginning coming to fruition, #no happy ending??? He almost regretted everything he had done to them… Almost. Just as he was about to start waving a white blade in defeat, he felt Joan’s arm moving. She reached down to her groin, slowly pulling the thin fabric away from her sex. He looked down to see Wake’s hand firmly grasping his erection, his head still looking to the side with his eyes closed. The shame wasn't enough to make them stop what he had started. He felt a crazed smile curling at his lips again. HE KNEW THEY WOULD PULL THROUGH!!!! HE SHOULD’VE NEVER DOUBTED HIS POWER COUPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!! HASHTAG LOVE WINS OR WHATEVER!!!!

He slowly lowered her down. Joan felt the tip hit her and she gasped at the contact as Alan dragged himself over her folds, trying to find her entrance without having to look at it. Rather than shame, the feeling was embarrassment. Neither of them wanted to do this in front of someone, let alone one of the people who killed them for sport. But neither of them could stop themselves. It was just like the Trickster had envisioned. Wake slightly raised his hips to push the tip of his cock inside of Joan, and she couldn’t help but let a moan escape her lips.

“Is it in?” The Trickster asked flatly.

“Y-yes…” Joan had whimpered out. Without warning, the Trickster had let go of her arms, and she dropped down hard onto Alan’s crotch, completely swallowing him. She cried out, having no time to adjust to his girth. He was so big that it was painful. She carefully lifted her hips as her walls burned, but Trickster shoved her back down, and she let out another cry. Alan was suffering in a different way. She was gripping him so hard, her sex was tight and warm and wet, he was holding himself back from gripping her hips and thrusting up into her like a wild animal.

“I-it hurts.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

Jiwoon replied thoughtlessly on purpose, leaving room for Wake to speak up and comfort her. And he did, right on script. He reached out a hand toward her, and she met him halfway, reaching out her own to intertwine their fingers.

“H-hey, June. I-it’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m right here.” His voice was trembling as he tried his best to soothe her. He glared at the man standing over them, and Jiwoon put his hands up in defeat, letting their story play out without any more of his direct intervention. He backed away, watching them from a safe distance, and took out his knives to fiddle with as a warning, making sure Wake got the message. He did.

“O-okay. Okay. It’s alright. I’m alright.” Joan replied, her words just as shaky as Alan’s. Jiwoon didn’t need to tell them what to do next. They already knew. Alan put his free hand on her thigh.

“Start slow, okay? We’ll go slow. Just focus on me. Focus on your breathing. No crying, okay? I know you can be a crybaby.” Alan tried his luck at a joke, and was able to pull a chuckle from Joan’s lips.

“O-okay.” She laughed, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Slow. We’ll go slow.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“N-no no. No. I can do it.”

She delicately raised herself up the smallest amount she could manage, and lowered herself back down. Alan whined at the friction. She felt so fucking good and he needed more. She kept going, steadying her breathing, her grip on Alan’s hand getting tighter. Her walls were relaxing around him, but she was still so god damn tight. She reached a finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles and it made her moans become louder. They were music to Alan’s ears. But Alan had a wife. What about your wife, Alan? Remember her? Her name-... Her… what was her name again…? Joan began to speed up, allowing his name to roll off her tongue, and he tilted his head back, letting it hit the floor as he closed his eyes. Shit, this feeling was dangerous. He began to match her movements, thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. They almost forgot about the other presence in the room. Trickster watched them intently, beginning to palm himself over his pants. Was this the type of stuff survivors got up to in their spare time? He almost wished he could share a tent with Yunjin. Damn, this was fucking hot. It was a million times better than the way he conjured it up in his head. Imagine your wildest fanfiction dreams being acted out in a way you could watch over and over and over again. Oh! He almost forgot! Danny, the Ghost Face, had generously lent him his camera for this very reason, though he wanted him to fail miserably just to see the sad look on his face, he was also secretly a #Aloan shipper.

Jiwoon shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out the silver digital camera, turning it on. He wasn’t into photos like Danny, he strictly wanted to capture videos. He flicked around with the settings until he deemed it perfect, and pressed the shutter. The camera made a beeping noise to signal that it was now recording, and he stalked closer to the couple, capturing their intimate moment forever on film. Joan took notice and started to slow her movements, her anxiety taking over, but Alan reassured her, picking up her slack by thrusting deeper.

“Hey, hey. Keep looking at me. It’s okay June. It’s okay. You’re okay. You're here with me.”

But the Trickster was starting to become impatient. He put the camera on the ground, pointing it toward them.

“Alright, love birds. He smirked. “Time for the big finale.”

He sauntered over to them, pulling Joan off of Wake once again. They both felt the disconnect this time, whining in sync as Joan was pushed onto her back. The ground was cold and unwelcoming. Jiwoon crouched down, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Alan also half-sat up on his elbows, looking directly into the killer’s piercing stare, almost as if asking 'what the hell do you want now?'. He leaned in closer to the man on the floor.

“Now get on top of her and fuck her brains out.” Trickster winked.

He pushed himself up off his knees and walked away, back into the corner where he came from, picking up the camera as he went. He waited.

“If you don’t put your dick inside her, I will.” He called out from across the room. “And I know you don't want anyone else’s dick anywhere near her.”

Alan hated him. He hated how right he was. Hated how hearing those words made him feel. Joan was his woman. No one else could have her, not while he was around. Over his goddamn dead body. He turned to his side and got on his hands and knees, crawling the short distance over to her until he was right on top of her, his legs inbetween her own. His tie fell into her face, and she sheepishly reached up to loosen it. He bent his head down so she could pull it off of him.

“Thanks…” He muttered.

She pressed her lips together and nodded in response, looking down. His hard cock was hovering above her stomach, and she felt a bolt of lightning go through her body. Alan lowered his gaze too, eyes landing on her perfect tits. He tried not to think about how he wanted them in his mouth, but he failed miserably.

“I’m losin battery life here, folks. Get on with it.”

The Trickster feigned impatience but he just really wanted them to start talking to each other. He pointed the camera back at them, adjusting the zoom. The pair’s eyes looked towards him, the camera, then back at each other like deer in the headlights.

“I’m sorry we have to do this in front of him.” Alan offered his sympathy, but Joan’s reply surprised him.

“This isn't how I imagined how first time. I wish it was different than this.” She smiled, but tears started to prickle in her eyes.

Shit.

Alan steadied himself, thinking over his options before he got closer to her face, and kissed her forehead gently.

“I promise I will protect you. You’re safe as long as you’re with me. Alright?”

Joan swiftly nodded, trying not to let her tears spill. He continued.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you. I-I trust you, yes. Of course I do.”

“Can I put it inside you?”

Joan hesitated, looking down again. Alan was lining himself up. She looked back up and in a moment of bravery reached up to cup his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He was shocked, but kissed her back. That was answer enough for him. They kept kissing as he rubbed himself over folds again, pressing the tip gently in and out. He pushed further in, and Joan gasped, but he caught her lips again and continued to kiss her. He kept slowly pushing in and out, going further each time he went in, until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Yep. This was WAYYY better than the Trickster had hoped for.

“I’m gonna start moving, okay? Are you ready?”

“I-I’m ready.”

Alan pulled back, but paused for a moment.

“Do you… want this?”

“What?” Joan asked in disbelief. Trickster cocked his head to the side behind the camera. Was he really asking this right now?

“I like you, Joan. If we’re really doing this, I need to know that you want thi-.”

He was cut off by Joan reaching up again to kiss him. She was the one to pull back first so she could reply.

“Alan Wake, you big stupid oblivious man. I like you. So much. I didn’t want to overstep but, wasn’t it obvious…?”

“I… I like you too. I like you so much too-.”

Wake’s words were cut off again by himself this time, pressing their lips together, this time with a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joan reached her hands up to run them through his hair. Jiwoon was screaming internally. He felt like a fan watching their idol finally receive a daesang after being with them since debut. He was SO making his own #Aloan banners and lightsticks when he got back, and he was SO rubbing it into Merchant’s face. Hell, he wanted to throw a fucking pizza party. He should start planning that ASAP.

Alan pushed himself back inside Joan, and she flinched as he spread her walls apart. She was soaking wet and her juices were rubbing all over Alan’s crotch. He began to speed up as he pushed her legs further apart, pulling her down by the thighs, closer to his body. They never broke the kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. Joan removed her hands from his hair and brought them to his dress shirt, fumbling around with the buttons until they were all undone. She ran her hands over his toned torso, wanting to feel as much of him and she could. This made Alan pull back from the kiss and adjust himself, and Joan was confused until he gripped the sides of her hips and began pounding into her with the fire of a thousand suns. The basement was filled with the sound of their love making, loud, breathy moans, each other's names falling lovingly from their lips inbetween deep kisses, and the hot squelching noises of their juices mixing between them. Joan's back arched off the ground and she closed her eyes, one of her hands coming up to cover her mouth, embarrassed at the noises she was making. Alan saw what she was doing, and had other plans. He took both of her wrists in his hands, pulling them up over her head and holding them firmly in place.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.”

He sped up his pace even faster, dipping his head down to lick and suck on her neck. Her breasts bounced against his chest, feeling her nipples against him was driving him crazy.

“W-wait, that’s- ah, s-s-sensitive-, ahh.”

Hearing her say that had him sucking harder, leaving a trail of hickeys leading down to her collar bones. He started kissing a line down to her breasts, and adjusted his grip on her arms, moving them so they were beside her head. This allowed him to keep going down her body, and he licked over one of her nipples as her body curled to the side and his cock to hit a sweet spot inside her. The sound she let out went straight to his groin, and he alternated between sucking and biting on her breast and nipple. He let go of one her wrists to take her other breast in his hand. She brought one of her legs up and rested it on his shoulder, letting him thrust deeper inside her, hitting her cervix.

“A-Allie… Allie- ah, I-I’m gonna- o-oh my god I’m gonna-.”

She stuttered out his pet name as she felt the build up between her legs like a dam threatening to burst. Her stomach was coiling tighter and tighter into itself. Alan let go of her other arm, and she brought them down to grip onto his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck i’m gonna- I-I’m, oh fuck Alan.”

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me. It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you. You're safe. I've got you baby.”

He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he felt her begin to tense around him, keeping his same pace to drive her straight over the edge. She was going to speak up again, but her orgasm suddenly hit her, and she sputtered his name over and over again between moans as her whole body violently twitched underneath him. She threw her head back, and it hit against the ground before he placed his hand under it, stopping it from hitting the concrete floor. He slowed his thrusting as her walls pulsed around him, trying to milk his own orgasm out of him, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He planted gentle kisses all over her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re doing so well baby, you’re doing so well for me.”

Her chest was heaving, her breathing heavy as she came down from her high, her eyes fluttering. Alan continued to kiss her neck softly, slowly pushing in and out.

“Can I keep going, or do you want to stop?”

Joan thought about it as if she had a choice. Her droopy eyes glanced over to the killer in the corner, his camera flashing to signal that it was still recording. Alan followed her gaze, nearly forgetting the reason they were doing this in the first place.

“W-we can stop now-.”

“No.”

He began to pull away from her, but she stopped him, putting a hand on his cheek and giving him a soft smile.

“I want you to keep going. Keep going until you're satisfied.”

“I-I… don't want to overdo it.”

“You won’t.”

“Please tell me if I do.”

“I will. Of course I will… He told you to fuck my brains out, remember?”

“Pfft.”

That earned a snicker from Wake. At least she could still find some humour in this situation, as fucked up as it was.

“You really want me to fuck your brains out…?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I walk with a limp back to the campfire. Do your worst, Wake.”

Joan smirked, and it caught Alan off guard. This was a new side he was seeing for the first time, and he didn’t hate it.

“Alright. You asked for it.”

He pulled out of her, wasting no time to flip her onto her stomach. The cold floor made her nipples hard, and she shivered at the contact. He grabbed her waist, pulling her ass up into the air and spanking it with a loud smack. She yelped from beneath him, but moaned into it. It was his turn to smirk.

‘Do your worst, huh?’ he thought. But he wanted to save some stuff for when they were truly alone. He grabbed the waistband of her ripped pantyhose and her underwear, pulling them both down in one swift motion and smacked her now bare ass again, enjoying every new noise he could pull from her lips. He took a good look at her sex, and she could feel his burning gaze, becoming embarrassed. She was about to regret asking for more when he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them around a bit before adding another. She was so fucking warm, and soaking wet. And the smell of sex was driving him insane. He wondered if she ever touched herself to the thought of him, and the image of her whimpering his name alone in her tent set off something inside of him. He pulled his fingers back and licked them clean.

Shaking off his blazer, it dropped to the floor next to him. He was sweating like a mule. He decided to take off his shirt too, it was already half off anyway. He looked back down to Joan, and decided to undress her too.

“Put your arms back for me baby.”

She did as she was told, and he grabbed onto the cuffs of her own blazer, pulling it off with the remnant of her turtleneck, leaving her bare back exposed. She put her hands back down to the floor, shivering again, but he grabbed her biceps pulling her back. He pressed his chest into her arched back, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him.

“I wanna feel you baby, your skin on mine.”

“I-I’d like that.”

Joan stuttered out a reply as she felt his cock get hard again, pressing into her ass. He released her arms to grab her boobs, and kneaded them, softly tugging at her nipples. His cock was dripping with precum as he rubbed himself against her, and she pressed herself back, further into him.

“I’m gonna put it in.”

He was about to reach down one of his hands but she stopped him.

“No, let me… Okay?”

Her fingertips brushed against him, delicately stroking him, and his breath hitched.

“O-okay.”

He returned his hand to her breast, and planted a trail of kisses across her shoulders as she prepared herself. She rubbed him along her folds until she settled on her hole, and pushed back to bury the tip inside her. Alan thrusted the tip in and out a few times before jerking his hips forward and back, immediately setting a relentless pace. Joan cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure taking over her. Wake could tell the difference and didn’t stop, letting his carnal instincts take over. He shoved himself deeper and deeper inside of her, his pace as rapid as his own heartbeat that was pounding out of his chest. Fucking hell she was melting around him. He wrapped his arms around body and burried his head in his neck, holding her firmly in place as if she would disappear, biting down on her shoulder, leaving a mark but not drawing blood. She tried to meet his pace but it was proving to be impossible. He was eating her like she was his last meal, he wanted to devour her whole. He kept trying to remind himself how dangerous this was, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to make sure she remembered the shape of his cock. It felt so good, and she sounded like heaven. She couldn’t stop moaning and cursing.

“God I just want to destroy you.” He let his thoughts mix with his words as he felt his climax reaching its peak. His breathing was heavy, his voice low and husky. He was almost growling.

“I’ve held back for so, so long. I’m not gonna let you go so easily.”

“Allie, A-Allieeee, ugh. Don’t stop Allie. I-I’m gonna-”

“Keep saying my name- ugh, k-keep saying my name. You’re mine. O-only I get to- ugh.. fuck you like this. Fuck, Joan. Joannn. Ughh Joan.”

His movements were becoming erratic and sloppy, and his grip around her tightened, bending her over slightly to fuck into her from a different angle. He was so damn close. He was gonna fill her up so good. So fucking goo-.

“F-fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, ugh, Joannn. Fuuuck, ughhh.”

He sputtered out, his voice turning into a sweet melody of whimpers as he pumped everything he had into her. Joan felt her walls get sticky, and Alan didn’t relent his pace. Her second orgasm washed over her as he continued to cum, holding her firmly in place as he felt her spasm under him. She dropped her head forward, exhausted, and he finally began to slow to a stop. Their breathing was the only thing they could hear as he gently relaxed his grip and pulled out of her. Joan collapsed on the ground, her ass sticking out in the air, giving Alan the perfect view of his cum dripping out of her.

Damnit, he wanted to fuck her again.

“You think you can get pregnant in here?”

A chipper voice broke through the private moment, causing Wake’s head to snap in the direction of the sound. The Trickster was right beside him, leaning forward and admiring the view. Wake quickly grabbed his blazer off the floor and draped it over Joan’s rear, covering her from the killer’s sick gaze. He got between them as he stood up and pulled up his boxers, staring daggers into the idol.

‘Hey, that’s my job.’ he thought, flashing Wake a smile. Wake just furrowed his brows deeper.

“Show’s over, pal. We did what you wanted.” He said sternly. They had held up their end of the deal, now it was time for Trickster to make good on his word. He chuckled, leaning back to stand up straight.

“Yeah yeah, I suppose you did.” ‘You did that and more,’ he thought to himself. “Well! I’ll let you two get dressed. I’ll be just upstairs.” He sang as he sauntered up the stairs, leaving the pair alone. Joan had begun to get up from the ground, turning herself over to sit down properly. She realized she was sitting on Alan’s blazer.

“Oh- Alan. I’m making your jacket all… gross. ” She whispered the last part, a bit ashamed. She began to stand up but forgot her pantyhose were around her thighs, limiting her movement. Her feet caught on themselves and she began to tumble forward, colliding with Alan’s chest as he caught her in time, her breasts pressing into him again. He sighed lovingly, looking down at her.

“So… walking with a limp, huh?”

She blushed, hitting his shoulder.

“Not a word until we’re out of here mister.”

“Are sure you're able to walk out of here?”

“Not another word!” She huffed as he laughed, pulling herself off of him only to be pulled back, a kiss pressed against her lips. Alan’s gaze softened as he pulled away.

“I love you.”

“!”

Joan squeaked at the sudden confession. He WHAT!? Alan LOVED her? Her!? The same her that was an absolute liability in matches and wouldn’t know map sense if a pallet hit her in the face, and Alan was there to save the day every single time. Steam came out of her ears as her brain tried to process the information. Alan frowned awkwardly at her overthinking.

“You don’t have to give me an answer-.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

His eyes went wide as he was cut off by Joan's sudden yelling. Embarrassment washed over her face and she dropped her gaze to the ground.

“I-I mean.. I love you too, Allie. I have.. for a while…”

She sheepishly looked up at him, suddenly scared to hear his response, but was met with a goofy grin instead.

“What…?” She asked, wondering if something was funny.

Alan offered no verbal response and instead started laughing, lifting her up and twirling her around.

“A-Alan! Hey!”

She joined in on laughing with him, and they spun around giggling until they settled down.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”

He flashed a genuine, glowing smile, and all Joan could do was warmly smile back, careful not to start sobbing on the spot. That would have to wait for later, when they weren’t in a literal meat freezer.

Oh. Right.

They both seemed to realize where they were again and quickly released each other, beginning to pick up their clothes and get dressed. All the while, Jiwoon was quietly listening on the staircase, looking like the meme of the guy crying while holding the lightsticks in Wake Up, Girls!

His ship had finally sailed.

/////

As they made their way up the stairs, the Trickster was awaiting them at the top, leaning cooly against a locker, admiring his nails absentmindedly. He totally hadn’t been eavesdropping, psh, not a chance, he would never do that. He looked at the survivors up and down. Joan had chosen to discard her mauled tights, and was wearing Wake's dress shirt. Wake wore his jacket with no shirt underneathe. Both of their hair was a bit of a mess. And they were holding hands.

STAGE CLEAR .ᐟ‧₊˚✩彡

“I suppose a deal’s a deal.” Trickster said nonchalantly, trying to sound as bored as possible. He sighed extra loud for dramatic effect. Alan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. So, we’re gonna go work on the last gen-.”

As if God himself had intervened, the last gen lit up across the map, signalling its completion, and the exit alarm started blaring. They all heard the exit gates opening and stared at each other in disbelief.

It seems the Entity had had enough and was telling them to get the fuck out.

“I’ll, uh… walk you two out. Ha ha… ha.” Trickster said, trailing off his laugh. He was sure to get a mouthful when he got back. He hoped the beating wasn’t too bad this time. He knew it would be. It was worth it. Totally worth it.

He swivelled on his heel toward the exit and led the newly announced couple to the edge of the map and through the exit doors, stopping just before the spikes came up signalling he couldn’t go any further.

“Pleasure doin business with ya, Wakey. Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Alan let go of Joan's hand and straightened his back, getting right in Trickster’s face.

“Let’s not, yeah?”

Jiwoon felt his overwhelming presence and immediately backed down, dropping his shoulders as if to protect himself. He placed his hands in his pockets and felt the cool plastic casing of the digital camera. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair. He was about to say something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip home!’ but felt he had said enough for the day. He simply nodded as Wake led Joan into the fog, placing a hand around her lower back and pulling her closer. The pair had seldom thought how they were going to start to unpack what had just happened to them. They felt it was in their best interest to just ignore it and hope for the best; they'd jump off that bridge when they got to it. But they had one another to help the other through the nightmares now. There was no space left between them anymore, no need to keep each other at arm's length. They were truly together. And they'd be even more together sharing a tent later tonight to finish what they had started without a serial killer across the room.

Jiwoon watched as they started to disappear, and noticed Joan was slightly faltering as she went. Was she walking with a limp…?

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck and looking around as if someone could be watching him. When they were completely gone, he let his crazed smile light up his face and he squealed, jumping around and waving his hands in the air.

The other killers were not gonna BELIEVE this.

#alan wake #alan wake smut #alan wake x ofc #alan wake 2 #dead by daylight #trickster #smut #now kiss!#i know he's married and i love him and alice together so very much #something just took over the worms in my brain and i needed to have sex with him i'm sorry

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episode 8: hm. interesting.

here are all the liveblogs together in one place

I’m going to cry by the end. the only question that remains is, will they be the cathartic tears of a well-done tragedy, or will they be tears of rage because they slandered my man (NARRATOR VOICE AFTER THE FACT: IT WAS NEITHER, THEY DID NOT CRY AT ALL)

I’m waiting for my dinner to cook rn before I start and saying it now: since the last one ended with Aleksander wounded by the Cut on his back, this episode should open with an upward shot and then younger Baghra coming into frame saying “Aleksander…” and then wideshot reveal of a young boy with his leg almost Cut clean off, soaking wet and unconscious in the snow at the side of a lake. I’m saying it now, so that if it doesn’t happen, you can all be like “oh yeah they totally should have done that” and if my some miracle this does happen, you can all take me to Atlantic City to win my fortune tonight

I’m not going to Atlantic City tonight but I should be, because I’m right

ANYWAY KAZ GIVING NIKOLAI HIS CANE. kaz giving a) a mobility device that he genuinely needs and symbolically even more b) something that is very much part of his persona that he has crafted as a way of hiding anything that would be perceived as a weakness by others, to an injured person he BARELY KNOWS. this is somehow the most strikingly intimate gesture that has ever happened, ever, at any point in the entire grishaverse. Kazolai lives!!!

I REALLY LIKE Nadia and Adrik squalling together!

am I gonna get to see Nikolai deepthroat a shadow tendril at any point in this episode or—

“Make them redraw all the maps” is a really good character-specific line, I like it

this is all happening……… very early in the episode. what, uh, what’s left? WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO?????

“THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED A SAINT TO PROTECT IT, IT NEEDS A MONSTER” THANK YOU!!!!! I HAVE ALWAYS MAINTAINED THAT “MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN” SHOULD BE READ AS A PROMISE, NOT A THREAT. A PROMISE TO ALWAYS DO THE HARD THING, ALWAYS BE HATED, ALWAYS TAKE THE FALL, ALWAYS BE REVILED. BECAUSE IF HE’S NOT THERE TO BE THE VILLAIN, SOMEONE ELSE WILL NEED TO BE SCAPEGOATED

me, pausing the episode: “make me your villain” should be a promise. me, unpausing the episode: “let me be your monster” oH. SEE. WE’RE DOING THE THING I JUST SAID.

me sitting here in a state of shock because every single word coming out of Aleksander Morozova’s mouth is everything that I have ever wanted him to be allowed to say in canon. HERE IT IS. THE REAL MEAT OF DARKLINA ARGUMENTS. I have written an entire 100k AU of Ruin and Rising juST TO LET THEM HAVE ARGUMENTS LIKE THIS. this is exactly the shit I have ALWAYS WANTED canon to let him say

hold on, I need to pause for a bit. the aforementioned dinner I was cooking has been sitting next to me getting cold because I completely forgot it was here.

after the beginning of episode 6, I asked Kara point blank, how sympathetic is his death scene. and I agree with the answer that I got which was, better on his end, not as much from Alina, and I was sort of prepared to Hate That. but I will say. I liked that more than I thought I would? I am disappointed that I didn’t get Alina stabbing him and then holding him in her arms and sobbing on him while he dies, because I think that is BEAUTIFUL poignant death and frankly it’s a damn shame we aren’t going to get to see these two phenomenal actors do that.

more than that, I’m disappointed I didn’t get to hear “don’t let me be alone” or “someone to mourn me” because those two lines FUCKING DESTROY me every goddamn time. I did quietly moan “nooooo” at the “blue sky” and start to tear up. but I will say, I didn’t cry? and his death in Ruin and Rising DID make me cry. so, could have been more gutting (in a good way) than it was, but I still think it gave him a fair shake about it? mostly because every single line of pre-death dialogue is EXACTLY what I have ALWAYS WANTED and what I have written entire lengthy fics specifically to explore. so that’s my two cents. intellectually I agree with him, emotionally I should have Felt More. it all seemed a little anticlimactic.

also disappointed that I’m not going to see Nikolai deepthroat a shadow tendril. come on, that’s a VERY necessary part of canon. (my darkolai jokes aside, it IS important though. how’s king of scars gonna…… have scars? what, are they just gonna be METAPHORICAL?)

what the fuck are we doing for the next 50 minutes?????????

I did think for a moment they were going to do the brave thing and leave Mal dead. but I am…… curious to find out what exactly is Off. bc something is Off.

the twins sitting with Nikolai and his broken little “Dominik…” W E H :((((((((((((

so we really never put Paddy and Ben on screen at the same time, huh. I won as a Dominikolai, But At What Cost

“Once the world stops looking at her with gratitude, they’ll start to wonder if she’s outstayed her welcome” oh my god are we actually doing an “Alina is unfairly vilified despite her trying her hardest, thus causing her to realize what smart people (me) have known all along: That The Darkling Was Right” arc?

OH COME ON WE CAN’T HAVE KILLED DAVID THIS EARLY. WHAT THE FUCK. UNFAIR. but also. like. until I see a body……………. oh, no, we’re seeing Ring Designs, he’s dead. fuck. you don’t gutpunch like that for someone who’s alive. PROVE ME WRONG I HOPE, BUT.

Really thought Nikolai was about to deliver a eulogy, not a motivational speech. Give me a single, single darkolai crumb, I beg of you. Nikolai standing there keeping vigil is ALL I’M GONNA GET I GUESS

THERE’S A BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. IF YA KNOW, YA KNOW!!!!

okay but what the fuck are we doing for the next 30 minutes

SDFGHDSKGJSDFHGKJDSHG I KNOW NIKOLAI HAS SOMEONE ELSE STANDING IN FOR STURMHOND WHILE HE’S BUSY BEING KING, BUT IS THAT PERSON REALLY GONNA BE MAL? oh uNEXPECTED, that’s fun

Mal wanting to go off on a journey of self-discovery without Alina is not something I expected, but I actually like that we’re addressing…. how Mal has no existence in the narrative outside of Alina and we decided to say “what if we actually tackle that and do something with it.” never would have expected it, I’ll be honest I think it’s a good move? I do think leaving Mal dead would have been The Bravest Choice to really drive home the notions of cost and sacrifice, but this is an interesting tact to take

awwwwwww Kaz quietly looking into what happened to Inej’s brother. “MY BROTHER IS NEVER COMING BACK, YOURS STILL CAN” OH I’M IN PAIN. OH SHE PRAYS FOR JORDIE, OH. how is THAT the moment that finally got A Tear To Fall and not. you know. The Death of My Fave or The Funeral of My Fave?

ohhhhh Kaz is trying SO HARD, he is trying! so hard!

I’ve never been on Inej’s side with the “have you without armor” if I’m honest. but they both did that scene SO well. Freddy in particular really is the absolute stand-out actor this season

I CANNOT BELIEVE MAL IS THE FAKE STURMHOND. WEIRDLY I LOVE THAT?? AND INEJ IS COMING TOO?????? OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY, THAT’S A GROUP! That is a GROUP!

I fucking love the jaunty nautical score every time we have Volkvolny things going on

I DID JUST LAUGH MY ASS OFF A MAL IN THAT COAT. he does not suit Gaudy and Camp the way nikolai does. he does not pull off that look

oooooh Inej on the rigging oOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MMMMMMM THAT SHOT OF INEJ ON THE RIGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY NIKOLAI WEARING BLACK WITH THE GOLD SUNBURST TRIM IS. DO YOU HEAR THE COLLECTIVE FUCKING CHEER OF APPROVAL FROM EVERY SINGLE DARKOLAI WHO HAS EVER WRITTEN A SUN-SUMMONER-NIKOLAI FIC??????? THAT IS. OKAY!!!!!!!!!! ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ……I may need to edit the, uh, graphic that I made for my Sun Summoner Nikolai AU whenever I have a solid chunk of chapters finished and can commence publication (currently it’s like 20k words, but I want to have the first five chapters fully finished before I start posting)

Wendy I am kissing you on the mouth. MY ONLY DARKOLAI CRUMB, AND IT’S FASHION.

The Apparat’s robe, however, is an abomination. it looks like a Bruins jersey.

oh he’s so fucking cute I love him, I love him, “a strong opening salvo” Paddy’s been great all season but the way he’s maneuvering through witty charm and an intellectual chess game with the apparat is His Most Nikolai Scene To Date, His Best Performance, Peak Nikolai Lantsovism, I am so proud

oh I see, it’s the wound. alas, no deepthroating required. OH I SEE. okay good, I’m glad we’re still getting some form of demon!nikolai, even if it didn’t require sucking shadow tendrils to achieve it. and so my throat goat nikolai lantsov hopes have been dashed upon the rocks—

AWWWWW THE FIGUREHEADS ARE LEANING ON EACH OTHER FOR SUPPORT

“Genya and Zoya are my escorts” I would not have used the word escort, because I am now…. in a very different place. anyway. the hair colors are wrong, but these three are giving PowerPuff Girls though obvi Zoya should be Buttercup

anyway, saying this very belatedly, but THANK GOD ALINA DIDN’T LOSE HER POWERS. you just CAN’T do that. You Cannot Do That. there is NO way to make that work and not have it be awful so I’m glad they just got rid of it

HDFJGKSDHFG HIS LITTLE WINCE GETTING WHACKED ON THE SHOULDER WITH THE THING. anyway I’m feelings about My Boy, good for him, he looks good as king. I mean, right now he looks like a doofus wearing Sankt Grigori like this and the whole getup, but. you know what I mean.

OH DO WE HAVE A PAREM ADDICT IN THE AUDIENCE, THIS LOOKS LIKE WITHDRAWAL. YEP!!!! WE DO HAVE PAREM!!!!!!

WELL THIS IS A MESSY FUCKING CORONATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOOH CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

literally me watching all these people die: oh god this is such a political nightmare for nikolai, what a headache

ALINA CORRUPTION ARC ALINA CORRUPTION ARC ALINA CORRUPTION ARC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehgosghoehg oeheehehehehehehh oho oho her heh eh ehehehehehehehhe

that was an anticlimactic episode overall, but GOOD FUCKING SET UP AT THE END THERE FOR MORE!!!!!

I think overall, I’m very happy with this season? in some ways I’m disappointed because they gave me NOT ONE SINGLE THING from what I was expecting/looking forward to? but I also still liked what they gave me instead??

I should have cried though. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t cry. I wanted them to let Ben rip my heart out a little more. “Someone to mourn me” doesn’t... work if Alina’s not crying even though it’s the line that CARVES MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST, but a “don’t let me be alone” would have set me crying just as much. I DID WANT TO CRY A LITTLE BIT, IN THE GOOD TRAGEDY WAY. and I just didn’t cry. it was still a very sympathetic death scene and I think all of his dialogue was like FINALLY! SAY THAT!!!! but. I mean. I did want a boy, brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity. don’t let me be alone. and then he was gone.

show death = politically and philosophically better. book death = more emotionally devastating, in a good way. trade-offs I guess???? I really did want to feel more. at least it WAS sympathetic at all, I was worried they were going to take away his right to a sympathetic death scene. but it lacked emotional oomph.

thank fucking christ they didn’t take away Alina’s powers. you just can’t do it. there is no way. that’s the only real part of her book ending that I think CANNOT work. surprised they broke malina up though, didn’t see that one coming. but I like that Alina doesn’t..... abdicate responsibility and fuck off. it just wouldn’t have fit with this story or this version of the character

I’m mulling it over still. I DO FUCKING NEED A SEASON 3, STAT. I think there are things that I wanted but I did not get. but there were things that I dreaded that did not happen. and there were things that I didn’t know to even want in the first place that I liked? I liked it more than season 1 by a lot, though. I think it was a lot stronger, and the storytelling itself felt sturdier.

#episode 8 verdict: but I didn’t even cry?? overall an anticlimactic episode but GOOD SET UP FOR POTENTIAL NEXT SEASON #netflix I swear to fuck if the cursed season 2 cancellation bear comes anywhere near this—#grishaverse #shadow and bone #sab liveblog

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duhragonball · 2 years ago

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Dragon Ball GT 54

✨GT Stands For Gravest Threat✨

So I kept thinking that things would pick up a bit once we got past the first four Shadow Dragons. But no, I had completely forgotten that this episode features Goku’s mightest enemy: A slowly turning ventilation fan.

✨"Good" "Ideas", Poorly Executed✨

Here’s the big idea for this episode. This is Nuova Shenron, the Four-Star Dragon. His gimmick is that he makes thing very hot.

And this is Eis Shenron, the Three-Star Dragon. His gimmick is that he makes things very cold.

Now, you may want to sit down for this part, but here’s the neat little thing they worked into this. So Nuova’s kind of honorable, as Shadow Dragons go. He takes out Pan early, but doesn’t harm her. He just wants to knock her out so she won’t be in the way while he and Goku have a cool fight. So Nuova’s not a total dick like the other Shadow Dragons.

But Eis, on the other hand, is a total dick. He takes out Giru and captures Pan even though she’s unconscious and no threat to anyone. Wotta twist.

Another “good” idea this show has is to start a romance subplot between Gil and Pan. Ten episodes before it goes off the air. Fuck GT forever.

✨Positivity Page✨

I dunno, this episode is pretty terrible. I suppose the one thing I like is how Pan tries to attack Nuova right off the bat. It doesn’t work, but only because Nuova’s a more formidable opponent than the ones they’ve faced before. If Pan and Goku had adopted this strategy before, they would have crushed the first four Dragons in a matter of seconds. So for Pan to try it here, against the fifth Dragon, shows that at least one of them has managed to learn something over the last several episodes. It’s too little, too late, but there you go.

Also, any episode where GT Pan gets knocked out early can’t be all bad, right?

✨Is This Episode Worse than "The Roaming Lake"?✨

Yes, this episode is the drizzling shits. The Roaming Lake looks like a Miyazaki film festival compared to this nonsense.

So it seems to start out okay, and I guess the setup is what stood out in my memory, which is why I forgot how bad this one was. Nuova shows up and makes it plain that he wants an epic showdown with Goku. No granddaughters, no goofy tricks, no bullshit of any kind. They’re in another deserted city, and Nuova shoots a gargoyle off a building and says they’ll start fighting when it hits the ground, which is a really cool way to start this thing.

Then they zip around the battlefield really quickly, like they would do all the time in DBZ, so we’re off to a promising start. And Nuova punches through a chunk of debris, because he can make his whole body insanely hot, and just melt through solid objects. So he’s got an interesting power that should make this battle unusual.

But then things go very wrong, very quickly. Goku can’t even touch Nuova because of the extreme heat of his body. Nuova claims that he can briefly become as hot as the surface of the sun, which... how does Goku still have a hand, then?

From here, it just turns into this weird cat-and-mouse game, where Goku hides inside a casino resort and Nuova stalks him through the building. Why is this happening? Nuova could destroy the entire town if he wanted to, and Goku quickly determines that he’ll need to use ki blasts to fight him, so why is he sneaking around, using as little ki as possible?

There’s a part where Goku runs up and down the stairwells trying to get away from Nuova, and Nuova keeps cutting him off, and just sort of standing there while Goku runs off in the opposite direction. Why? It doesn’t make any sense. Why is Goku even trying to hide from this guy? And why isn’t Nuova bothering to chase him?

Eventually, Goku manages to get the drop on him and land some ki blasts, but they don’t seem to do much damage. So I guess Goku was just trying to snipe Nuova from a distance, but he couldn’t get far enough away without getting spotted?

As I recall, the dub kept emphasizing how weak Goku was in this episode, becase at the beginning he complains that he’s hungry. The subbed version doesn’t do this. I mean, he’s hungry either way, but the original script never follows up on this. I think the dub only harped on it because they felt like they needed to do something to explain why Goku kept running away.

So Goku uses the sewers to get the drop on Nuova, but then Nuova just follows him down there, and they go on a merry chase down there, as opposed to the merry chase they had in the hotel. And then Goku runs out of places to hide because...

VENTILATION FAN.

This fan is special. For one thing, it’s in a sewer, which is pretty dumb, since I’m fairly certain that there’s no point in providing ventilation down there. It’s a common trope in fiction to depict sewers as these cool underground tunnels where you can have secret bases and secret passages and secret whatever else you want. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles probably cemented the idea in pop culture, but I suspect it originates with the Morlocks from the X-Men comics. In point of fact, the Morlocks lived in underground bomb shelters, not the sewers, but the two can get conflated pretty easily, and by the time Eastman and Laird made their parody of ninja and mutant comics with TMNT, it was set in these cavernous sewer tunnels that looked more like the halls of an old castle than a place designed to carry away human excrement.

That’s where the sewer trope falls apart. People see manholes an thing there’s a whole awesome world down there, but the reality is that you can’t just stroll through tunnels wading through six-inch-deep green water. The tunnels are pipes, and the pipes are too small for a human to walk through, becuase they’re not for humans, they’re for poo water. Even if you could walk through one of those things, the fumes would kill you long before you could get anywhere.

And yet, this one in GT has a ventilation fan, as if someone designed this sewage system to make it more habitable for any superheroes who ended up down here. I don’t know, maybe there’s a legitimate purpose for a thing like this, but I do find it pretty ridiculous.

But what’s truly ridiculous is that Goku looks at this fan like it’s somehow blocking him from escaping the tunnels. He’s like “Oh no! A dead end!” I’ve lost count of how many walls this guy has smashed through over the years. He’s trained at 100 times normal gravity, and fought battles beyond comprehension, but this ventilation fan has him stymied.

It’s not even moving that fast. I could make a gif and try to calculate its exact speed, but fuck that. I’m not humoring this this bullshit anymore. It’s not an adamantium fan reinforced with Norse magic. It looks flimsy as hell. Goku could just grab it with his hands and bend the blades around to jam the mechanism. Hell, I think I could do that.

Instead, he steels himself like he’s about to do something desperate, and he jumps through the space between the fan blades, like this is some incredible feat of daring. Then Nuova finally walks up to the fan and just sort of stares at it like “Wow, I never expected him to do that. What a guy.”

Then Nuova just burns his way through to follow Goku to whatever reservoir this is. See, this is GT Logic in it’s purest form. Nuova is constantly using his super powers to brute force his way through all obstacles. Goku has immense super powers of his own, but for some reason he refuses to use any of them. And even though he’s acting weak and helpless, Nuova never turns up the pressure to capitalize on this. This is a fight, and no one’s trying to win. They’re just Doing Things for no obvious reason.

So then Nuova generates some sort of lens to focus his power into lasers or something, and Goku scouts it and uses the Solar Flare to turn it against Nuova. That’s kind of clever, except Goku could just shoot him with a Kamehameha to achieve the same result. These guys keep fighting like they’ve been fighting for several episodes already, but it’s only the first round. They don’t need to improvise, they’re fresh.

So finally, Nuova transforms. He covered himself in some sort of film to contain his awesome heat powers, and now he’s removing it. His face still looks dumb.

And Goku turns Super Saiyan 4, claiming that the intense heat won’t bother him much while he’s in this form. THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU USE IT BEFORE?! FUCK!

Sometimes it feels like the people making this show had never even seen Dragon Ball Z, which is weird, because a lot of them had worked on DBZ before this. It’s like they were making Z and just paid zero attention to how any of the fights worked. It’s like they understood you needed to start off small and build up to the heavier offense later on, but why would Goku run around dodging heat rays for fifteen minutes when he could just turn into his ultimate form and fight on more even footing? And why is Nuova toying with Goku like this? He wants him dead, doesn’t he? Or maybe he just wants to push Goku into using his full power, but then why doesn’t he get more aggressive and leave Goku with no other option?

Once again, the answer is that if they do it this way, then they can make the Nuova Shenron fight last longer, with pads out the series. And hoo-boy do they pad the crap out of this one...

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Ventilation Fan

Its power is maximum

Its speed: minumum.

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated #goku #pan #giru #nuova shenron #eis shenron #ventilation fan #the strongest dragon ball character of all #ultra instinct shaggy would be crushed between its mighty blades

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notasapleasure · 2 years ago

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Safe, 8 episodes (2018), part 2/2

Following on from Part 1. Content warning for child death and parental grief.

Episode 4

This is day 4 since Chris and Jenny went missing, and if we thought the Chahals were going through it already, well, just hold tight.

First we have a flashback of Chris leaving to reinforce 1: his closeness to his mother and distance from his father and 2: presumably Neel’s hypocrisy about mobile phone use (cf. the fmaily dinner in episode 1)

Et puis, a rather heavy-handed scene of the school choir singing a song about drowning while Chris’ body turns up at the lake, with the shots interspersed of course.

But then uh, the headmaster notices that the teacher who has been suspended while the police investigate her for csa is on school grounds when she’s not meant to be.

Tim would like for there to not be a fuss.

Tim does not reckon with Neel finally having a chance to be the Man of the Fmaily or whatever this is

Zoe goes to leave, but Neel grabs her hand and pulls her back. Looks like an underage sex scandal is just what they needed to bring them together again!

We don’t really see Neel’s initial response to the news his son is dead, because Zoe is having a freak-out in the doorway now the police are there. Later, everyone sits round the table and looks solemn.

Zoe is adamant: No.

HANDS ;_;

If the csa allegations don’t save their marriage, maybe the death of their eldest child will!

:( (screen brightness UP though eesh)

At home with the grief liason officer :(

When Tilly turns to Zoe, he looks at the liason officer, like he’s checking for permission, and leaves the room. Very. Carefully.

bb :(

also jsyk, this is all pretty much entirely silent, panic attack-adjacent.

Having got that out of his system safely away from any of his loved ones, before whom he can’t possibly show vulnerability, Neel goes outside to try and work out why there are so many police around still.

And because he’s a generous man who knows we deserved some natural light to hit those eyes for a change.

He’s wandering about in a bit of a daze, but Sophie is there to advise:

The police are there looking for Jenny, so kind of connected to Chris.

Episode 5

Trying his best to look after the others! Their neighbour made some food and brought it round.

He manages to persuade Tilly and Zoe to come and try to eat. Then iInadvertantly reminds them all over again by going to set four places instead of three :’)

Truly, a marriage-saver.

I thought it was worth having the progression of expressions there :’) puppy dog eyes.

Before the little memorial service Tilly wanted, the police come to give an update, saying someone (the family who hid the body badly) has admitted to his accidental murder

Ah lads, it’s tough. Something something symbolism of Neel letting himself show emotion and the family drawing together? Also very important eyelashes.

Episode 6

As far as I remember this is the last one that really has much Joplin in it - it’s just tiny snippets of flashbacks in episodes 7 and 8.

It’s NEEL’s turn for a sinister-looking flashback to the night Chris died...

He’s in his car outside the party (it seems), tears in his eyes, looking at his own hands in whock.

Here are the police with more unhelpful news! The guy who admitted to killing your son......literally could not have done it, according to the evidence.

Tilly appears and his demeanour changes immediately to reassure her.

And then the police are like - ‘oh hey, remember how someone framed you to look like a paedo? Well actually the children at the party were fighting over rumours that you are.’

When you already know what’s coming (and if you read my previous liveblog posts of the series, you’ll know I guessed from like...episode 1?), the acting is really good here. There’s a lot of different factors at play making all the characters assume certain things and the way it keeps them quiet actually works well, I will grudgingly admit.

Oh the neighbourhood’s on fire (literally!) stay home and don’t get into trouble Tilly!

Jenny has reappeared (digitally, anyway), and her dad Tom is trying to track her phone down with the help of ‘BO Bob’ (don’t get me started). Unlike actual policeman Herbie’s software in Hard Sun, BO Bob can give you a precise address. Tom: “That’s Neil Chahal’s house!!!” Like somehow Tom really wants to be able to blame Neel for all this.

I understand that plot-wise, they wanted Tilly alone when whoever-has-Jenny’s-phone rummages in the house and Tom goes blundering in afterwards, but do we really think that parents who’ve just lost a child will leave the other one at home alone while they go out to gawp at a burning building?

Anyway, important hairline update:

Meanwhile Tom, having scared Tilly half to death, gives her her phone and tells her to call her parents, while he waits to make sure she’s safe. Whoever broke in (before Tom, that is), smashed the front door and ransacked one room...

You know, taking the Chahals’ scenes alone, and looking at the following screenshot, what Safe makes me think of most is the inverted interpretation of Goldilocks - Tom just keeps barging into the Chahals’ house while they’re trying to have a marital breakdown/mourn their dead son! Will he give them no peace?

Naturally, Neel gets to wondering why Jenny - who was with Chris when he disappeared - has been poking round his place, after a fire and another dead body in the neighbourhood.

Naturally, Tom doesn’t like that.

Looking for reasons to be mad at Neel, Tom notices that the room that Jenny ransacked was Neel’s office...

Tom: “Someone’s after you.”

Zoe: “What if it’s the same person who killed Chris?”

DC Emma: “What if it’s the same person who framed you as a paedophile?”

aaaaaaaand the moment Neel realises he just has to admit to being the world’s biggest plonker. THEE most wally of a man

Well, actually he needs to see Zoe go into a full-on panic attack first because she thinks the same person might hate her family so much they killed her son, framed her as a paedo and is now going after her husband

Idiot. But I thought you all deserved this one without the CC.

Yes, Neel set his OWN WIFE UP AS A PAEDOPHILE. HIS WIFE WHO IS A TEACHER.

“We were going through a rough patch, weren’t we?”

Sure was, mate!

Off he goes for some air, while every else just stands around like a lemon going (⊙o⊙)

Emma would kind of like to pursue the whole...what the fuck was that angle, but Sophie figures they’ll bring him in later for wasting police time. Tom is very indignant that ‘a man like that’ isn’t getting his comeuppance. “He’s a pathological liar!”

I must point out that at this point they are. STILL. in the Chahals’ house. Zoe and Tilly can presumably hear every word.

Later...

Tilly: “I never want to see him again!” Zoe: “He’s your father. He loves you.” Tilly: “How can you stick up for him after what he’s done?” Zoe: “Your father was the kindest, the funniest, the most caring man I ever met...” [me, first time I watched this, screaming at the TV: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM THEN??] Zoe: “...and that’s why I married him. That’s why we had you. And Chris.” Tilly: “So what happened?” Zoe: "Slowly you grow apart. And one day, you find yourself doing stupid, terrible things...just so you can feel something.” Tilly: “And that’s what Dad did?” Zoe: “Not just him.”

I just.......what can you do with this? These guys are just into some kinky shit if Zoe remembers how much she loves him because he framed her for sleeping with underage students. I don’t even want to know.

HEY NEEL. EPISODE ONE. WHAT WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT PEOPLE ALWAYS ON THEIR PHONES AGAIN?

Actually he’s processing his grief and reminding himself how much he loves his wife. Sorry babe. Carry on?

oh my god though the love in his voice when he says that in the video. sure whatever I’d probably take him back too*

*I would not, that’s some fucked up shit to frame anyone for let alone YOUR WIFE

But losing your son who you admitted thinking of as a bit of a useless stoner, who you seemed to basically be waiting for him to grow out of his boring teenage phase, apparently puts things in perspective

What better moment to imply a man has something to do with your daughter’s disappearance than when he’s reading messages of condolences at his dead son’s shrine?!

Tom is such a nob smh

(what do you mean I don’t get to complain about Tom because I was trying to get a screenshot of the same grieving man’s boxer elastic?)

Tom, right back at him: “And my daughter is alive!!”

LOW blow dude (he wants to use the chance he still has to save her blah blah)

I am a sucker for the way he softens when Zoe calls him.

She’s been worried sick and needs to admit something of her own. In front of Tom, because otherwise how would our main character be able to unravel the intrigue? Hm?

But it’s ok.

He followed her to the party Chris was at...

And this was the source of him looking teary and shattered in the car that night: Zoe WAS shagging one of her students!

Zoe: “How can you ever forgive me?”

*sad clown music plays*

and TOM JUST BUTTS RIGHT IN AGAIN DEMANDING TO KNOW WHICH TEENAGER SOMEONE ELSE’S WIFE WAS SHAGGING WUWEWUEGAEJKFBHF

“This could have ramifications that could affect me child.”

TOM. GOLDILOCKS. LEAVE THE BEARS ALONE.

Anyway, don’t worry, Ioan was specified as a Year 12 in episode 1, so he’s at least sixteen and therefore a consenting adult NO YOU’RE STILL HIS TEACHER ZOE IT’S NOT OK

For a couple of scenes Neel sits there looking a bit helpless while Zoe sobs her heart out next to him, but in the end they’re fiiiiiine. Even Tilly comes over for a family hug.

And they all lived happily every after!

Let that be a lesson to you all!

If your marriage needs spicing up a bit, try shagging a sixth-former while your other half frames you for shagging a GCSE student. With any luck, one of your children will die horribly and his corpse will be lightly mutilated to really help put things in perspective!

I hate this show. Did I mention I hate this show?

I think, to be honest, on the ‘rewatch’ I saw more things it deserved credit for. It’s a mystery that does bear rewatching, because there’s little to reward you for guessing first time round, but there are subtle clues in the acting when you already know what’s going on. Which is a nice exercise for the actors, certainly, but doesn’t make for a satisfying thriller, for my money. The main problem is still Tom. It would work better as a true ensemble piece about how the mystery around Jenny’s disappearance is exacerbated because everyone has something to hide - which is partly what the show wants to do, but it also wants a Taken-style dad who can rampage around crime scenes gathering his own evidence.

Hey ho. Chinos and eyelashes!

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Rating

Dead? No

Evil? Now. No. I don’t think that’s the word. But........you just read it. Framed his wife for csa. What. What the. What the fuck.

Affects the plot? Well yes. Do you think Zoe’s ever working again after this?

Oh my god, a rating. Uhh. Aurgh. If you don’t WATCH the show, and just enjoy my screencaps, you might go as high as 4/5. But I did watch the show, so 2/5. He looks amazing, but there are two whole episodes he’s basically not in (LIES imdb) and there’s a lot of...everything else...to wade through.

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #netflix safe #safe (series)#harlan cobin's safe

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 11 months ago

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 44 - Investigator Daniel. Episode 1.

--------Sparkle's point of view---------

Sparkle: I felt something poke my hip, and honestly thought it was one of my cats. But as the poking continued, I opened my tired eyes, starring right into Daniel's dirty grin.

Daniel: You awake? Oi! Sparkle…. you awake???

Sparkle: I grunted softly Yes Daniel! I'm awake! And that better not be…

Daniel: He chuckled softly No, actually this time I used my finger to poke with.

Sparkle: I chuckled softly So why exactly are you waking me up this early in the morning?… How early is it anyway?

Daniel: Uhh… it's 5.30….

Sparkle: I grunted Get to the point Daniel.

Daniel: There's something I wanna show you.

Sparkle: I sighed softly And it has to be right now? Can't it wait till later?

Daniel: Uhmm…no… not really, it will be gone then…. come on! He grabbed my arm and yanked it roughly

Sparkle: Yeah yeah! No need to drag my arm off!

Daniel: He chuckled hoarse and grinned wide

Sparkle: So what is it anyway?

Daniel: A secret.

Sparkle: I rolled my eyes and quickly found some clothes. 15 minutes later, I was sitting on the back of Daniels bike, my arms wrapped tight around him, as we drove down the empty streets towards whatever secret he had planned. Which could be about anything in Daniels entire universe. ~Whatever it was I hoped it was good, as I was very tired, and would sorta rather be in my bed. A 5 minutes drive later we reached a small mountain peak, with full view over the sea, which technically is a big lake, leading into the sea. And now I saw it, the lake water, painted pink by the rising sun. We got of the bike and sat down on a small wooden bench, just big enough for two people.

Daniel: He threw a green army back pack on the ground, unzipped it and grabbed something from inside it. It was one of those travel bottle thingies to keep hot or cold liquids in, to keep the temperature. He pinned it between his knees and smiled softly as he dragged two plastic travel cups out of the bag as well, slowly pouring some…. hot chocolate inside them both, handing me one of them.

Sparkle: I smiled softly I'm impressed. Did you come up with this one your own?

Daniel: Yup! He smiled softly and gazed at the pink lake

Sparkle: Really? You had absolutely no help?

Daniel: Nope. Why do you assume I had help anyway?

Sparkle: I pointed at the lake Well this view for a starter…. and the hot chocolate, which btw is super good. I just think…. I smiled softly did Congo help you? I mean, this is pretty romantic Daniel, it doesn't exactly scream you.

Daniel: He smiled softly You talk too much.

Sparkle: I chuckled softly You know, it would be okay if you had help, I love it anyway.

Daniel: He sighed softly and pointed at the lake

Sparkle: I chuckled again Alright alright, I talk too much! We sat there, sipping our chocolates and watched the sun slowly rise. It was breathtaking really. And I no longer wished to be home in bed.

Daniel: The sun was almost up, as he suddenly grabbed my hand and linked his fingers with mine.

Sparkle: It's not like he never held my hand before, but this time it was somehow different, he looked at me with a facial expression I couldn't make out. Was he sad?

Daniel: He sighed softly I have a confession….

Sparkle: Okay?…. should I worry?

Daniel: No… not really…. it's just that I didn't only drag you here for the view…. or the chocolate….

Sparkle: So why did you drag me here?

Daniel: He sighed softly and frowned I needed someone to talk to. Now his eyes definitely showed a sadness

Sparkle: Okay, what is it Daniel? I placed my other hand on top of his, and caressed the back of his hand gently You can tell me…

Daniel: He sighed softly Last night I did something…. And I feel very bad about it, even if I did it for the greater good… He went on to tell me about how he had teamed up with Akin, apparently putting Andy in a very uncomfortable not to mention vulnerable position to create a similar atmosphere as last time his mate bond with Congo kicked in. Along the way Akin had also scared Ace (Andy, Congo, Evan) to believe Andy and Evan were to break up. It had been pretty bad, but luckily the bond had kicked in pretty fast. And everything had went as planned, Andy and Evan had been bonded. The struggle was finally over. He sighed deep as he was done telling and looked at the ground, almost shamefully, shaking his head lightly.

Sparkle: Hey… you did what you had to do in order to help your friends. I squeezed his hand lightly Look, I'm sure it wasn't fun for any of you, but I'm also sure now that the bond has been made, and everyone gets to relax, they will all think it was worth it.

Daniel: Perhaps? I just struggle with what I did to Andy… I mean, I treated him exactly like 'you know who' used to do. It was really hard seeing him break down like that, knowing I was the one doing it to him.

Sparkle: I understand Daniel. It must have been very very hard, but I'm sure they all forgive you. Have you talked with them since? It was last night it happened right?

Daniel: Yeah… last night…. and trust me, I did more than just talk with Congo! He chuckled hoarse and smiled cheeky

Sparkle: Well then I'm positive you and Congo are okay, and if you two are okay, it means he already forgave you. And so I'm sure also Andy and Evan has forgiven you. I smiled at him softly But I think it's a good thing you show remorse. However I do wanna point out, I think you did the right thing. Andy and Evan really needs that bond, and if this was the only way to do it. You know, sometimes we gotta do some hard things to get the best result. I smiled at him softly again Maybe it's not really Ace you need forgiveness from, but yourself?

Daniel: He smiled softly and nodded I think you might be right? He smiled warmly and planted a light kiss on the back of my hand Thank you, this means a lot to me.

Sparkle: I know I smiled softly you can always come to me, okay?

Daniel: He nodded softly I know, thank you. He grabbed the bottle from the bag again and shook it lightly I think there's still two more cups left…. do you want a second round?

Sparkle: I nodded lightly Yes, please, but I'm also a bit hungry by now. Do you by any chance have any food in there as well?

Daniel: He grinned wide and stuck his hand back into the back pack, quickly dragging out a paper bag, handing it to me with a warm smile

Sparkle: I giggled softly and opened the bag… finding warm cinnamon buns inside Daniel, this is absolutely perfect!

Daniel: He grinned wide I know, I'm just too bloody amazing, aren't I?

------------Daniel's point of view-----------

Daniel: About an hour later I returned to Congo's house, he was already awake and chopping woods in the garden, so I snuck up on him from behind and planted a soft kiss on the side of his sweaty neck.

Congo: He let the axe sink into a log of wood, let go of it and turned around to face me Oh, there you are? He smiled warmly and kissed my forehead When did you leave?

Daniel: I smiled softly Uhh… just before dawn. I went to see Sparkle and have breakfast with her.

Congo: He smiled warmly That sounds lovely. How are you today?

Daniel: Better now…. I had a talk with Sparkle about last night.

Congo: And? He smiled softly

Daniel: And she says, she thinks it's more about me needing to forgive myself, rather than the 3 of you forgiving me.

Congo: He smiled softly and nodded lightly I think that's very true. I happen to know at least Evan has no hard feelings towards you. I spoke with him about 15 minutes ago. I think Andy is still sleeping, but I doubt he would be negative towards you. He smiled warmly and gently stroke my cheek Relax Daniel. You did what you had to do to help your friends.

Daniel: Yeah, that's sort of what Sparkle said.

Congo: Well, Sparkle is a very smart girl. He smiled warmly and chuckled softly

Daniel: I looked towards the house questioning So where's Evan anyway?

Congo: I think he went to take a shower? But he might also be in the kitchen for breakfast. Andy I'm sure you will find in the master bedroom.

Daniel: I smiled and nodded my head, then quickly ran inside, greeting Willy and Delilah, Andy's dogs, on the way. I found Evan in the kitchen, preparing some breakfast by the stove

Evan: He turned around and smiled softly Hey there…

Daniel: I smiled softly back Hi… I looked curiously towards the pan in front of him.

Evan: Hungry? He smiled warmly and moved a bit so I could see bacon, sausage pieces and eggs frying on the pan

Daniel: Well no… I wasn't, but now I kinda am I chuckled softly and licked my lips If there's enough….

Evan: He smiled softly, grabbed an extra plate and put food on both of them hey put these on the table, and start eating, I'll bring us something to drink. What do you want? Milk? Juice? Coffee?

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse Well, probably not coffee you know…

Evan: He chuckled softly Sorry, I'm just all over the place today. He made something that almost sounded like a giggle and blushed a bit I'm just so…. happy, you know. He blushed even more and grabbed two glasses. 30 seconds later he joined me at the table with a multi fruit juice and the glasses. About 10 minutes later we were done eating. Evan had lit a cig and sighed out the smoke softly So about last night… I imagine that's why you left this morning? I just wanna let you know, I have no hard feelings towards you. I would of course have liked things to have happened in a less stressful way, or that I had been warned at least, but everything turned out fine in the end, and that's all that matters really. So… thank you, Daniel, for being one of the best friends I could ever have. He smiled warmly and sipped his juice I know it must have been hard for you, treating Andy like that. So thank you. And just to be completely clear, Andy is okay, so there is no need for feeling bad about any of this, alright?

Daniel: I sighed relieved and nodded softly Thanks Evan.

Evan: No, really, thank you Daniel. If it wasn't for you, it would probably have taken much longer, and honestly I don't know how much more I could have taken. It was really hard at times Daniel, and things are finally looking a lot clearer thanks to you. So thank you, really, I owe you big time, so if you ever need anythings don't hesitate to ask me, or ask Andy for that matter…. I know he will say the same. He smiled warmly So where did you go this morning?

Daniel: I chuckled warmly To annoy Miss Diamondsheart of course.

Evan: He chuckled lightly Of course you did. So, you two are still not?

Daniel: Nah… I pulled my shoulders lightly

Evan: He smiled softly and nodded And you don't think it's worth giving it a chance?

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse I guess I don't really see the point? We don't have feelings for each other…. at least as far as I know…. Beside that Sparkle wants much more than I could ever give her.

Evan: And what's that? He smiled softly and lit another cig

Daniel: Well, Sparkle is the kind of girl who wants it all… villa, Volvo and a man by her side to love her and hold her… through better or worse…. isn't that how the saying goes?

Evan: He nodded softly

Daniel: She wants marriage, kids, someone to go to bed with at night, and wake up with in the morning. Someone who's always there for her. I can't give her that…. and I can't do that to her… cause she truly deserves it all.

Evan: He smiled softly Yes, I think she does, she's a sweet girl. But who says you two can't make it anyway? Maybe you could… I mean, you're pretty much together all the time anyway, right? So what's left really? She already got the villa on her own. And she also has a car. Have you even checked if she still wants kids?

Daniel: She does. Well not right now, but she does. Anyway, it doesn't matter now.

Evan: How come?

Daniel: Well, because now Danny is in her life.

Evan: Danny?

Daniel: Yeah… nevermind… I wrinkled my nose and sipped my juice

Evan: Is he a new guy she's dating?

Daniel: No…. he's like this puppy boy who kept stalking around Sparkle about a year ago, kept asking her on dates.

Evan: Oh, I see. And now they're dating?

Daniel: I don't think so. Not yet at least. But I think it can only be a matter of time. He's definitely her type.

Evan: And how do you feel about that?

Daniel: I dunno man?

Evan: He paused for a bit, then went on You mentioned stalking… is he dangerous or?

Daniel: No no, nothing like that at all. It was just my choice or words. He's harmless really… actually seems like a decent guy. Both feet planted solid on the ground, great manners, totally her style in the way he looks and dress.

Evan: I'm pretty sure Sparkle likes the way you dress. He smiled softly and sipped his juice

Daniel: Yeah, but at the same time I'm also pretty unserious… I looked down my army clothes and sighed softly at a stain on my hoodie, probably from the hot chocolate earlier…. or dinner last night? Who knew really? I grabbed the fabric around the stain, lifting it towards my face, sniffing it a bit.

Evan: What are you doing? He chuckled softly

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse Nothing.

Evan: He smiled lightly Give me that hoodie, I'll throw it in the washing machine for you.

Daniel: I smiled bright and quickly pulled off the hoodie, throwing it to Evan Thanks man!

Evan: No biggie really, I had to wash some clothes today anyway.

Daniel: So what about you two?

Evan: What about us?

Daniel: Are you gonna get married now?

Evan: He smiled brightly Of course we are!

Daniel: I smiled warmly When?

Evan: He chuckled softly I don't know yet…. hopefully as fast as possible. I just can't wait to finally get to call him mine.

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse But, he's unmistakably already yours.

Evan: I know, I know… but… I don't know. I just always wanted to get married when I found the one to settle down with. And now with the mate bond. It's too good to be true. I just want to seal it as quickly as possible, before someone or something comes along and takes it all away in front of my eyes. I just can't lose this one Daniel. He means everything.

Daniel: I smiled softly I know. So where's it gonna be? In the garden like Andy and Congo?

Evan: No, I was hoping to take him to Vegas. Dad has an old friend there, who has agreed to marry us. He smiled softly Andy loves Vegas, all the neon lights, the atmosphere… and George agrees it could be good for Andy to get back up on the horse, to get back to Vegas after….. you know….

Daniel: I nodded agreeing Yeah, that sounds like a good idea… But wasn't one of the clan members supposed to do the ceremony to seal the bonds?

Evan: Yes, the final seal has to be made by a clan member, but the rest of the ceremony can technically be performed by someone else. I don't know the details yet…. I'm still fiddling with the details. Just please don't mention Vegas to Andy… I haven't said anything to him yet, as I'm not sure whether I want it to be a surprise or not.

Daniel: I nodded softly Got it!

Evan: He smiled softly So what are your plans for today?

Daniel: I don't really have any plans? Talk with Andy I guess? Then maybe annoy Congo for a while? Why?

Evan: I was just curious?

Daniel: Oh… okay… Maybe I'll go check on your dad as well? I guess he's all alone next door unless Lenny is still talking his ears off? I chuckled hoarse and drank the rest of my juice

Evan: Yeah, I think maybe I should go and say hi as well, that might not be a bad idea at all. Maybe we could go together? I just don't feel like facing him alone after you know….

Daniel: I smiled softly and really wanted to make a joke about the incident with Robert and Congo, but figured it was still way too early to poke at it, so I swallowed the joke and nodded my head I get it. Of course we can go together, no problem. I'm sure he will be happy to see you and hear the good news.

Evan: Yeah he smiled softly and suddenly looked a bit nervous

Daniel: If you're not ready to face him…

Evan: No, trust me, it's only gonna get worse if I stay away… it's just, you know….he frowned and wrinkled his nose It's just…. he… he grunted he had his mouth…. around… you know…. he frowned more and rubbed his forehead And Congo and I…. ugh…

Daniel: I laughed loudly Trust me I get it! It's like sharing a lollipop with your dad!

Evan: Shhh shhhh!!! He blushed bright red keep it down will you?!

Daniel: That's very hard! Just as Congo was!!! I was almost crying from laughing

Evan: He glared at me Shut it Daniel!

Daniel: I kept laughing goofily

Evan: He glared even harder, and I could almost feel his fist was just about to slam into me, so I took a deep breath and stopped laughing. After all the man hates violence, no need to spoil his good mood Thank you. Anyway, it's not like Congo and I have…. you know… but…. ugh…. it just still creeps me out you know. Plus he's not even gay!

Daniel: Well, neither are you… but you seem to be doing the rumba with Congo anyway.

Evan: He was back to glaring in an instant… I guess it was about time for me to behave again.

Daniel: So, you two haven't?

Evan: No he blushed lightly over his cheeks

Daniel: But you want to?

Evan: No… not really.

Daniel: So what is it exactly? I mean, I have seen and been with the man, I know what he is capable of in bed! Bonerfied sex God that's what he is! I bit my lips hungry at the thought of Congo fucking me… or his big strong hands on my skin

Evan: Please don't he shook his head lightly and frowned

Daniel: Oh but that man Evan! You gotta have more of him! The things he can do with his tongue! Mmmh!!

Evan: Shook his head

Daniel: I mean… fuck…. and he's so big, just at the edge of being too big! I mean, I've got a pretty big set up myself but man… he is so veiny, but at the same time smooth as silk. Harder than iron, but at the same time soft as a marshmallow! I licked my lips hungry And as long as you have no feelings involved, all I can say is

Evan: He groaned deeply and squirmed his body like a worm on a hook

Daniel: What?… you have feelings for him?

Evan: No… I just wish this conversation would stop.

Daniel: Sorry man… look all I'm saying is he's a fast ticket to orgasm land, and you never go to sleep hungry when that man is around… he's all man Evan! The best fuck I ever had… well beside the crazy ride Andy! I chuckled hoarse and grinned wide

Congo: As much as I like the compliments, Daniel, I fear Evan's head can't take much more before exploding… or imploding perhaps… so please…. his voice was deep and warm as he entered the room

Daniel: Aye aye captain! I chuckled hoarse and grinned at Evan

Evan: Glared back

Congo: How are you? He bend forwards a bit and planted a light kiss on Evan's hair as he passed him on his way to the kitchen

Evan: Moaned softly and closed his eyes…. HE MOANED SOFTLY AND CLOSED HIS EYES…. WOAH WOAH WOAH…. let's pause here a bit. Congo walks in… warm voice which btw can make even the coldest weather melt to summer degrees… leans forwards…. kisses Evan's hair… Evan moans…. and closes his eyes in relaxation….. WHAT?!?!?! Alright, time to put my detective glasses on… there's definitely more going on here than they say there is! I'm okay… thank you his eyes opened again slowly, and he looked at Congo with a warm gaze

Congo: So you had breakfast I see he nodded at the pan on the stove

Evan: Yes… we did… he smiled warmly

Congo: Smiled warmly back

Daniel: YOU GUYS ARE IN LOVE!!! I flew up from my chair so fast it got knocked over and landed on the floor with a loud thud

Congo: Accidentally spilled some coffee on his hand and groaned loudly from pain… way to get out of dodge and make a distraction FROM THE OBVIOUS!!!

Evan: Quickly got up and marched towards Congo, quickly grabbing a towel soaking it under cold water, grabbing Congo's hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and gently pressed the cold towel against his red hand

Congo: Groaned softly Thank you

Evan: Smiled up at Congo softly

Andy: What did I miss? he joined the room with a soft yawn, rubbing his eyes tiredly… with a half boner poking the fabric of his boxers

Daniel: Congo and Evan are in love!

Andy: Well, that's a new one… He slowly walked to the fridge, opened it and grabbed the milk, slowly drinking straight from the bottle, observing Evan and Congo with only one eye open

Daniel: I sighed deeply… were they all blind?!

Andy: So what's up with you two and that towel?

Congo: I burned my hand on the coffee, thanks to Daniel and his constant flowing waterfall of random outbursts. He glared At me with a small smile

Andy: Grunted Well that's nothing new.

Congo: Yeah, he has a very bad habit when it comes to running his mouth about things that shouldn't even concern him.

Daniel: Hey… I'm right over here… I waved my arm in the air I can hear you loud and clear…

Andy: So?

Daniel: So… I have feelings…. well…. sorta

Congo: Chuckled warmly and grabbed Evan's hand Alright, I'll take it from here he let his big hand slide over Evan's grabbing on to the wet towel lightly You go do your thing, I'll have breakfast with the blue bird he smiled warmly at both Evan and Andy as Andy walked up next to them

Andy: He smiled warmly and leaned in, planting a kiss on both their lips, maybe they didn't see it themselves, but they were unmistakably a couple… all three of them. And it was almost magical observing how Evan by reflex leaned in and kissed Andy back, then slowly turned his head and kissed Congo too

Daniel: My jaw dropped and I felt like I wanted to jump at them, hump them all!

Evan: He blushed lightly and looked away shyly, fumbling with something by the sink, as he realized I was still there starring at them

Congo: Cleared his voice and threw the towel by the sink, pouring a bit more coffee in his mug, then quickly made his way to the table where I was still standing, lifting up my chair as he sat down next to me, sipping his coffee silently

Andy: A few seconds later he joined us with a soft smile, sliding a plate of food and a news paper in front of Congo

Congo: Smiled warmly at Andy Thank you, sweetheart.

Andy: Nodded and smiled warmly as he sat down and started eating his own food

Daniel: THAT'S IT! I shook my head and grunted That's enough romance for me in one day! I'll be next door! I chuckled hoarse and made my way towards the front door, surprised to see Evan quickly follow

Evan: Dad… remember?

Daniel: I just assumed that…

Evan: Just keep your mouth shut he sighed softly and blushed again

Daniel: I grinned wide I'll try…

Congo: DANIEL… he sent me an intense glare of mischief behind his news paper and chuckled deeply

Daniel: Alright alright… I'll behave!

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