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transexuality · 3 months
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scott pilgrim takes off was good but i have my issues with it... from eps 1-5 i loved it & its perfect
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m0thcl0wn · 10 days
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN OPLA GOT RID OF KOKOYASHI KNOWING WHAT NAMI DID WDYM WDYM WHAT DO YOU MEAN
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fightingdragonswithwho · 10 months
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hate to be a hater on the main … but this season of ted lasso excels (once again) at team dynamic and the found family elements and i think the finale absolutely nailed that, i cried, i laughed, it was perfect on that. now as for the individual stories and relationships… yeah, let’s leave it at that
#(rant below ignore me)#i think making longer episodes allowed them to add stories that felt so pointless to me#what was the point of zava? to make jamie understand something about himself? could have done that better with just the roy plot#i would have understood roy and keeley breaking up of it was like ‘let’s both grow as individuals’#and roy kinda did but apparently not enough because his plot at the end is how he do better so i guess he didn’t#jamie had the best development only to then lose part of it by throwing the random video comment?? like why??#keeley my love … from the random friend that added nothing to the story to an undervelopped love interest plot line … they did u so dirty#why the hell was ted so emotionally off this last episode instead of actually talking the time to proper end things with london and everyone#rebecca was SOBBING and ted was like ‘well gotta go’ ??#it’s not about the ship or anything but what ?? and rebecca … love that she stayed with the club#but to have her end up with some random creepy man she met once and whose name WE DONT EVEN KNOW#i have no issues with ted going home to his son. it makes perfect sense. but it felt so weird#the nate plot was wrapped kinda poorly too??#sam colin and most of the guys from the team were amazing#and the found family and team dynamic was still amazing as always#the beard and jane relationship was always weird to me because it feels like joke after joke of.. abuse?#do they get married or was it a dream?? and if so was the whole sequence a dream? and if it wasn’t WHO DID THE CGI FOR THE WEDDING 💀#we spent more time with these characters this season and it doesn’t feel that way and idk this season felt weird at so many points#I LOVE THIS SHOW I DO!! first 2 seasons are one of my all time favourite seasons of a sitcom!! and i still enjoyed a lot about s3 <33#anyway sorry to be a hater on the main but it was just a weird season to end it on#anti ted lasso#<- i really don’t wanna upset anyone i just felt like ranting a little 💀 pls don’t hate me#ted lasso spoilers
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hyhkai · 1 month
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choi beomgyu — surprise!
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[ 🥞 ] where beomgyu, your dumb puppy boyfriend is down whenever you are.
cw : face sitting + riding (?), they were watching one piece, sub!gyu, slapping/smacking, dirty talk, cum. let me know if there's anything I should add because I'm bad at cw's <3
a/n ; not proofread and tumblr didn't save my first draft. i hate life. inspired from a porn video I need to detox my brain and go on an exaggeration of a long walk and fade into the dusk.
eyes focused on the screen as episode 367 played on the tv, nami forcing the chipmunk zombies to tell her where the real treasure is as your eyes got drawn over to beomgyu, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at his phone, scratching his neck and ruffling his hair.
there's only one explanation as to why your eyes are off the anime. he's so fucking sexy.
shifting in the bed, thighs pressed close against one another as your attention kept being off the show and how you wanted to have his perfect too perfect of a face between your legs.
contemplating what to do about your sudden arousal, your mind wandered off to the night of not watching episode 86, and him climbing into the couch with you and muttering with the most horny tone, "if you're down, I'm down. if you're done, I'm done."
oh well.
you sat up, hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you contemplated whether to do this or not.
fuck it.
he's a loser for you, and he's down all the time to the point where he's growing back into his era of teen hormones.
it wasn't long before your top was off your shoulders, and you'd made the headboard into a buttress for your back as you took your pajamas off, eyeing beomgyus back as he played some game.
you were so eager to get bare, yearning to have his mouth all over your thighs. in fact, it was very obvious the moment you entered just how much of a dumb puppy he is when his expression was filled with the fact that he wanted to push you onto the couch, pull your pants down to see the wet patch on your panty that's so obviously there. <3
it's almost laughable that you're bare and your one hell of a horny boyfriend doesn't even know. you huff, a grin plastered as you crawled towards him, causing the bed to jitter.
he was about to turn and look what you're up to, but was soon vehemently shoved into the mattress as you pulled him down, climbing onto his face and holding his hands.
oh he's grinning isn't he.
"oh fuck baby." he mumbled coherently enough as his face was pulled to your clothed pussy like opposites of a magnet. he only made the wet stain in your panties worse, and did so until your clit was traced into the cotton. god really made a sin when he created your boyfriend.
it's almost a crime because he's too too too pretty for his own good. he placed his hands over your thighs and wrapped it around, palming your ass. "lift your hips for me, baby." he mumbled into your pussy. it was whiny, causing you to almost fold and want to do a sixty-nine with him.
you bucked up your hips, and his finger slid your panties to the side as he tilted his head, and his lips latched onto your clit. "h-hah. g-good boy."
he moaned into your pussy, his dick was already pressed up against his pants, his hips bucking into the air and only getting sliding friction; not static. he shook his face, nose bucking up into your cunt, causing your eyes to close shut and lips flatten into a line of pure satisfaction.
his fingers were lurking around your hole, not pressing in but just enough for you to push yourself down onto his body. you let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his tongue swirling around your mess and two fingers right that were contemplating on whether to give you what you want.
"now that's a wet pussy." he mumbled, eyes downward as he stared at your arousal. "h- just fuck me." you mumbled as your fingers scrunched his tshirts fabric between them.
he let go at the tap of your fingers on his forearm, you getting up to turn around— and what a fucking view you got. dumb, dumb beomgyu, laying there as the mute tv's changing lights made his face glisten with your pussy. nothing to be bothered about, he likes it when his face his smothered all up in his favourite girl's pussy.
you gripped on his hair, and your knuckles almost went white when his tongue met your clit. it wasn't fair, his eyes so doe when he looks up at you, his tongue so mean when he eats you out.
"sweet." he kissed your pussy, and thank god you weren't at your apartment, these lewd noises could end up in a discussion with your neighbours. his breath hitting your core, tongue swirling, and yet he tells you he doesn't know how to eat pussy.
"h-hah, beomgyu, you're sure you don't know how to d-do this..?"
"take what I offer, baby." as he licked your nub.
he said something into your pussy that came out so incoherent it was just a vibrating sensation to you. you thought you were almost lost in the moment. almost? you were lost. other hand now on his forehead as you bounced and rubbed yourself all over his face. "y-yeah. take it, boy. fuck. h-hah.." you slapped his forehead to which all he did was laugh at your assumption of how he's the pathetic one, when it's complete antithesis.
his situation wasn't going to be any better than yours anymore when his hips were already thrusting into air whilst he ran out of oxygen. did any of you two care? absolutely not.
starting to get closer and closer, you were already going at it on his face, grinding on his nose and mouth while mumbling all sorts of curse words when he slurped all of you; like the dumb puppy he is.
"h- beom— beom, close. okay?" you said under your breath as his hands were starting to grip his own cock from above his slacks, rubbing himself but not completely, not wholly enough for his own orgasm. and why rub one out when you will be doing it later on anyway?
"on my face, ugh, pleasepleaseplease." he groaned when you did just that, cumming hard. hands pressed into the mattress above his head as you rub yourself sideways onto the homogeneous mixture of your fluids and his spit and saliva as he licked it all up, whatever came near his mouth, he swallowed. "filthy boy, i- ha, hah..." and one good, harsh pat on his head as you grasped his locks again, looking down as you got up.
you laughed at the sight; pretty, shiny beomgyu. literally. a sight that only you and the associates who deny your entry into heaven witness. who cares, he's so pretty.
"good boy." you mumbled as you used his shoulders as support when you plopped down onto the bed.
he opened his eyes, eyelashes fluttering to reveal his pretty iris's. "kiss?"
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I could write an entire post on why this is bad. I was bored. i apologize for taking your time. ok actually I have absolutely no idea what came into me when I wrote this but I wrote it so hahahahah my bad I'll delete it and disappear.
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blondephenobarbitol · 2 months
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A list of Nightmare Time episode ideas that I thought of and I think would be cool:
1.) Mr. Chasity has been trying to sell the old Waylon Place for far too long. After trying and failing over and over, he decides to take matters into his own hands by going in himself to see what all the fuss is about. But nothing could have prepared him to meet the real ghosts of Waylon Hall. And boy oh boy do they have shenanigans in store. (The episode would be called 'Unholy Ghost') .
2.) It's been a few months since Hatchetfield was destroyed in that awful 'accident'. Emma and Paul have been living under the aliases Kelly and Ben Bridges. (there can be a joke where Emma doesn't even pretend to care about her alias and Paul cares too much.) They live in Colorado now. Emma's finally started her pot farm, and Paul is working in marketing. For the most part, they have a good life. Only Paul's acting a bit different lately. Emma caught him humming company jingles, tapping his foot to a beat she can't hear. Maybe those spores he inhaled had some effect on him. It's probably nothing, but he's never sung in the shower before...(I don't have a name for this one yet.) .
3.) Max Jägerman is failing remedial algebra. In fact, he's doing so poorly that his dad shells out and hires him a tutor, PJ. (Bryce's nerd from 'Literal Monster.) He reluctantly lets her help him. At first it seems to work and his grades are rising steadily, but as PJ lets her guard down, Max starts to notice some things. Strange symbols scribbled in the margins of her notebook, almost like...jagged smiles? Weird stains on her hands, when she gets too close she smells like roadkill. And there's this white spider that keeps showing up in his room. Sometimes he feels like it's trying to tell him something. Or warn him. Without knowing what he's gotten himself into, Max has to evade getting his soul swallowed by a hungry god of darkness. (The episode is called 'Dirty Dude Soup') .
4.) Charlotte Sweetly is jealous. Her church friend, Carol Davidson, has exactly the kind of life she wants. Charlotte's seen the way her boss talks about his wife, and would give anything for Sam to feel that way about her. One day, Charlotte finally gathers her courage and asks her how she does it. Carol takes pity on her, and decides to reveal an important secret: it's all the product of a ritual, an ancient spell she stumbled upon on a trip to an amusement park. She claims that ever since she did it, her husband can't get enough of her. "I am all he sees. He calls me the apple of his eye." Charlotte doesn't believe her at first, but Carol gave her the instructions, and why the hell not? She tries it. Unfortunately, Charlotte messes up the wording. The spell still works, but not quite as intended. And an all-seeing police officer could be a good thing, but Sam is not a good police officer. (maybe let's call this one 'Omnipocop'. But that's awful to spell so suggestions are welcome) .
5.) While trying to be an assistant, Steph accidentally botches one of Pete's science projects. He forgives her, but she still feels bad even as he assures her it's no big deal, throwing the mix of chemicals out his window just to prove it. What he doesn't know is that the last family that lived in the Spankoffski house buried their dog in the backyard, and Pete's chemical slurry just brought it back to life. On a probably unrelated note, Paul has been trying to ignore the damage he's finding in his apartment. He's been chalking most of the tipped over garbage cans and torn apart cushion up to rats--giant rats?--or maybe a squirrel. But when a decades-old "missing dog" poster shows up on his doorstep, he can't ignore the truth for any longer. (the episode would be called "Patches' Revenge" and I thing it would work because it's just the right amount of weird. It would end with Paul teaming up with the nerds to defeat undead Patches with science.) .
6.) To his utter delight, Miss Holloway finally agreed to go out with Duke on a proper date. Nothing huge, just some ice cream and a walk on the beach. They're both enjoying themselves when Miss Holloway hears something. Duke can't hear it, but he still follows her down the shore to some kind of cave grotto, where she claims the noise is coming from. She tosses a pebble into the water, testing how it might react. A few moments later, the pebble come flying out again. Duke is stunned, but Miss Holloway tosses her ice cream cone. Sure enough, a few moments later is comes flying back, perfectly dry. They've clearly discovered something, and over the next few days, Duke and Miss Holloway experiment and try to learn about the grotto and the water in it. It's too deep to see the bottom, so their tests mostly involve tossing different things to see how they'll react. Little do they know, there was a reason Miss Holloway could hear a noise coming from the cave. There's a reason it drew her in, too. There's something singing to her, something that lives at the bottom of the grotto. And with each thing they feed it, it becomes a little bit stronger...(and then it's called something unassuming like "Wavecrest Cave")
So that's Nightmare Time season four all lined up. Please tell me if you have a good name idea for episodes 2 and 4. Also if anyone wants to use these as writing prompts, be my guest (just tag me so I can read them)
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ponderingmoonlight · 29 days
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I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!
This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3
Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to
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Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,9k
Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...
Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT
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Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.
So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?
Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.
“Run! Run and don’t look back!”
“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“
“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.
“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”
Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.
“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”
How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.
“I’m having enough.”
If you ever see her again.
With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.
“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”
Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?
“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”
“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.
Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.
“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.
Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.
You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.
Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.
“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”
Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.
Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.
Floors into the depths.
Away from the demons, into another certain death.
“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.
Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.
“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”
He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?
No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.
Only metres away from crushing into the ground.
Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…
“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”
That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.
Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?
“Let me go!”, you shriek.
It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?
“I won’t let you eat me!”
“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.
“A demon slayer?” you repeat.
“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”
Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.
“You are a demon slayer.”
With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.
“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”
“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.
Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?
“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.
“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”
“I could have saved myself”, you argue.
“Oh, is that so?”
No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.
“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.
Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.
“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.
“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”
“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.
Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-
You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.
“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now”, the wind hashira grumbles.
“We both know you will.”
The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.
-a few days later-
“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”
He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?
“What do you want, brat?”
His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.  
“You’re a hashira, right?”
Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.
“Yeah, I already told you that-“
“Train me”, you interrupt him.
“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”
“You, kicking my ass?”
You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.
“Train me.”
“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”
-bonus-
“Try to keep up, (y/n).”
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His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.
Especially since he’s your lover.
“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.
“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.
This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.
Except you.
“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.
That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.
Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.
“I won”, you announce triumphally.
“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.
“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“
All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.
“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”
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starrclown · 2 months
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I've been seeing clips of when Nifty, Husk, Angel, and zcherrie are in that club and something really bothers me.
WHY DID YOU CHANGE CHERRIE AND ANGEL'S RELATIONSHIP?? :(
In the episode she's pressuring Angel to continue partying and gets mad when he takes care of Nifty. She then calls him a nerd, tells him to come back to partying when he gets done the she walks away.
Why????
Do y'all not remember the pilot and the music video!! Cherrie is a great friend that only wants Angel to be comfortable!! She litteraly blows up a overlords turf because he's harming Angel! Angel is a good friend too! Cherrie breaks Valentino's shit so Angel helps her take down Pentious!! Now she is pressuring him to do things he doesn't want to!! Hell she doesn't even care that Nifty is very obviously drunk and can't handle her alcohol!!
I hate what they did. I'm like 80% they did that so Husk would be the voice of reason. (Or because Cherrie is a woman.)
Also, this has nothing to do with this rant but Angel's voice. No shade to Blake, I believe it's a voice direction issue. Do you guys also hear how Angel's voice changes?? It sounded fine in the first 3 episodes but in this episode it's bad. Like really bad.
The did my girl so dirty.
- ⭐️StarClown⭐️
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Summary: Only noticing you had put on his shirt when you were out of the house and on your way to work, you did not think much of it. Joel on the other hand had a lot of thoughts when he found you wearing his shirt.
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader
Wordcount: 1.2k
Rating: E
Warnings: porn with very little plot, smut (unprotected sex) cum play, one ass slap, dirty talk, mentions of reader having her tubes tied pre-outbreak
A/N: dipping my toes into the Joel Miller pit. Vague descriptions cause the only things I know about TLOU is what I have seen in the first episode lol Not edited. Just filthy thoughts
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You were late. 
You were very late this morning, it’s why you just grabbed what vaguely looked like your clothes as you got dressed on your way out of his place. 
Joel had only mumbled something in his sleep when you got out of his bed, his body seeking your warmth turning onto his stomach, taking your pillow as substitute as he cuddled it against his chest. The blanket slipped from his body, revealing his naked back, and a peek of his ass. 
You smiled to yourself, fighting the urge to climb back into bed with him as you walked out and got to work. 
It was only when you were outside that you noticed you had grabbed his jeans shirt, his musky manly scent lingering in your nose as you wrapped the fabric closer around your body. 
It made you feel safe. 
Protected. 
Feelings you had forgotten existed until Joel showed up out of the blue and saved your life. 
You were too late to change out of the shirt. He wouldn’t mind. He would probably not notice. 
Oh how wrong you were.
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“Where are you going?” you asked, following him down the street. Joel had showed up close to your lunch break, leaning against the wall of the house at the other side of the street. His eyes fixed on you. 
“My place,” he grumbled. 
“Why? No way you’re finished for today,” you asked confused why he was here in the first place and not at work himself. He should be starting right about now.
He stopped walking and you ran into his back from the sudden stop, your hands coming to rest on his hips.
“You gotta change your shirt,” he said, looking at you over his shoulder.
“What? Why?” you frowned. He turned around, leaning in closely. 
“Cause knowing you’re out here wearing my shirt is making me fucking hard,” he growled low and you gulped. 
“Oh,” you blinked at him and he raised his left eyebrow, his eyes wandering down your body. 
“Yeah, Oh,” he nodded, before he turned away to walk towards his place.
“Looks better on you though,” he hummed and you scoffed. 
“That’s cause you haven’t seen yourself wearing it,” you grinned, running after him and you could see his lips almost twitching into one of those rare smiles. 
“Get your ass home. Now,” he said, looking at you until you turned around and walked. 
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He had your back pressed against the wall as soon as the door was closed behind you, his lips on yours, his hands pulling at your shirt as you unbuckled his belt. 
“Fuck,” he groaned, both of his hands palming your breasts while you pushed his pants down so you could wrap your hand around his cock. 
“Gotta be fast, need to be back in twenty,” you mumbled. He nodded before he turned away, pulling his pants down, clearly wanting to do this in bed. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, seeing you grin. 
“What? I’m too old and tired to fuck you against the wall.”
You rolled your eyes, undressing as you followed him. 
“You weren’t too old last week,” you pushed him down on his bed, climbing into his lap. 
“Keep it on,” he said as you began to slip the shirt off your shoulders. You sucked your bottom lip in and nodded, your hands running up his chest. 
“Didn’t know you’d mind me wearing your clothes that much,” you hummed, rolling your hips slowly, his cock slipping through your wet pussy, making you moan lowly. 
“Less talking, more fucking,” he slapped your ass once before his hands came to rest on your hips, guiding your movements.
“Yes, Sir,” you saluted mockingly and he huffed a laugh, pulling your upper body down, his lips crashing on yours. 
You reached between your bodies, gripping his cock to line him up against you. With a sigh you parted from his lips, slowly sinking down on his length. It was a stretch, moments like this made you miss the good old days of lube. You rested your hands on his chest, sucking your lip between your teeth.
“Doing so good for me baby,” he groaned. He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them. Slick with his saliva his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles as he looked into your eyes. 
You rolled your hips against his, his cock filling you perfectly. 
“Want you to sit on my face when I get back later,” he said, his other hand running up your body, playing with your tits.
“Yeah?” you asked, breathless. He nodded. 
“Want to fucking drown in your pussy. Best pussy I ever had,” he smirked. You whimpered.
Slowly you began to ride him, getting wetter and wetter as he kept touching you, the bed creaking beneath you.
“Fuck,” you moaned, moving a little faster. 
“Ride that dick,” he growled and you gasped. Both of his hands were on your hips now, gripping you as he began to fuck up into you. 
“Joel…” you whimpered, meeting his thrusts. 
“Shit, wish we had more time,” he groaned and you smiled. You leaned down, kissing him. His hands wandered under your shirt, up your back, keeping you against his chest. 
“Later,” you hummed against his lips. 
“Later,” he agreed. 
“Now, make me cum, Miller,” you teased and he growled, flipping you so you were laying on your back, staring up at him. He was so fucking broad, it was ridiculous. 
And he was all yours.
He began to move then, his big hands gripping your thighs, fucking you with quick fast thrusts. He spit on your pussy, making it even wetter.
“Cum for me,” he groaned. You brought one hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“Always get so fucking tight, fuck…” he hissed, thrusting a couple more times until he twitched inside you, pumping his cum into you. He stayed inside as he leaned down kissing you sloppily. 
“Really glad I had my tubes tied before the world went to hell,” you mumbled against his lips, making him chuckle.
God, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? In your little bubble with him forgetting what went on outside and what the world had become. Then again you would have never met him then. 
“I gotta go,” you pouted. He kissed you again, his softening cock pulling out of you. You were about to sit up, when he stopped you, lowering his face between your thighs, his tongue cleaning you up. 
“What the… fuck Joel,” you moaned. He sucked your clit between his lips, teasingly, before he let go of you, licking his lips like he just had the most delicious meal. 
“We taste good,” he winked, before he turned around, grabbing his pants. 
“You fucking tease,” you called after him, hearing him chuckle.
“Get dressed, you gonna be late,” he said, pulling his jeans up. 
You were indeed late but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 
Not after that break. 
And because you were still wearing his shirt.
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crazyoffher · 9 months
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WATCHTOWER. - 2
jenna ortega x fem!reader
summary: the same late-night visitor meets with you once again, this time with a goal in mind.
warnings: unedited. somewhat long, which i'm very sorry for i just love attention-to-detail sometimes.
word count: 2600+
part one part three
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Scandal was playing on the TV, but you weren’t paying attention to what was happening — not that it mattered because you replayed the show so much you could name an episode's events off the top of your head. It was a rather chilly Thursday night for springtime, and you lay on the couch all sprawled around with a massive headache and a runny nose. 
You had allergies, and they acted up harsher than usual, causing you to take the entire week off of work. You wanted to stay around in case Jenna came in that week, but you felt like fainting the first Monday, and you had been told to go home by your manager, Derek.
You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, looking through Jenna’s entire Instagram your feed, when you were interrupted by a caller screen. It was your regular closing buddy, Jack, calling. 
“I told you, the cleaning supplies are stocked under the boxes on the shelf next to the cooler.” You sighed, assuming that he was calling because he couldn’t remember the location of where you put the items. 
“No, bro, it’s not that.” He practically screamed into the phone, erupting a groan out of you. “Keep your voice low; I have a massive fucking headache.” 
“Well, I'm sorry that I can’t contain my emotions after just dealing with Jenna Ortega, who was looking for you.” That got you to sit upright. You have to be fucking kidding me.
You sighed heavily. “You can’t be serious! Ugh.”
“What? You were expecting her? God, I hate when you keep exciting secrets from me (Y/N), like when you literally served Zendaya and I had to sit and gawk at you when you were telling me you and her had a conversation!”
Rubbing your eyeballs, you put the phone on speaker as you pulled yourself up, turning to clean up the mess of tissues and plates that had accumulated over the past two days. “What did you say to her?”
“I told her that you work Monday, Thursday, and Saturday every week, but that you’d be gone the rest of the week because you were sick. When the fuck did you meet her?” You loaded the tissues (and empty ice-cream pint) into the trash and set the plates into the sink, saying, “Two weeks ago, when you decided to do the easiest job on Earth and leave me to do all of the cleanup work, you assface.”
“Man, you better be good by Monday because she looked pretty down when I told her you weren’t here.” You sighed at that; it only made your hatred for your pollen allergy worsen. “And she told me she’d be back on Monday if she wasn’t too busy that day.”
“I’ll take this as a sign to actually start taking my antibiotics.” You filled a cup with water, grabbing a Tylenol pill for your headache. “Why haven’t you been taking them in the first place?”
“So I’d have an excuse to take more than four days off. You just have to hate working at a Michelin star that celebrities love to raid sometimes.” You downed the pill, or more so, tried to, as it came back up, making you cough.
“Yeah, well, you tell that to Marissa, who’s been covering your days. She looks like she’s on the edge of a breakdown constantly.”
You attempted to swallow the pill again, this time successfully, as you downed the entire glass of water before placing it in the sink, joining the dirty plates. “Well, she’d be more accustomed to it if she didn’t decide to work only once a week and constantly coax me for a share of my tips. Now go back to cleaning up.”
Leaning against the counter of your kitchen, you hung up the phone, saying your goodbyes to Jack. Couldn't she have come around next week?
On Monday, you returned. In your nice suitwear, you made sure to groom yourself extra well in the morning in case Jenna did make her return to you that day, and she did…not.
To say you were disappointed was an understatement; you even stayed out five minutes past twelve to see if she’d walk in, but to no avail. Closing the doors to the restaurant with Jack, you took each step to your car with a form of anger.
“Are you alr-”
“You said she was going to come today!” You huffed. He shrugged, choosing the right words to reply to you; otherwise, you’d go insane.
“If she wasn’t too busy, she said. She probably just had an overwhelming day.” He assured you, but you weren’t necessarily in a positive mood. You mimicked him, putting your hands on your face and rubbing your eyes.
“Or she just didn’t want to see me. She probably saw that I wasn’t there and was like, “Oh, well, fuck that girl then.” Ugh, I hate sickness.” Sneezing right after your sentence, Jack shuffled away from you slightly before climbing into your passenger seat when you unlocked your car.
You had promised to give him a ride because his car’s engine sounded off and he didn’t want to take it to work. “I call the music!”
“It's my car, asshole.” You jumped into the driver's seat without fighting Jack for the Bluetooth, as he had already been connected. “All I’m saying is, you shouldn’t worry. Celebrities, especially rising ones like her, are always busier than we are. Plus, you’re not all that special; I know I wouldn’t willingly go to a restaurant to see you at midnight when I’m a second away from passing out from tiredness.”
You shoved him, one hand on the wheel, as you rolled out of the parking lot and onto the immediate freeway. “And you’re so amazing?”
“I’m perfect, thank you very much.” 
It took you about thirty minutes to drop off Jack at his apartment, seeing that it was in a different town, and he made you stop at a gas station for a bag of Munchies. As soon as you fell onto your bed, you were out like a light.
When Thursday came around, you weren’t so optimistic about Jenna showing up. Actually, you debated calling out just because you didn’t feel like working that day, but you knew that your request would probably get declined because it was last-minute and it wasn’t for an emergency, so you got ready.
To your surprise, the day was calm. There were only about two well-known celebrities, and they were enthusiastically nice to you and tipped generously, leaving Jack to complain about your tips for the day, considering that he had almost half less and had a drink thrown on him by a TikTok influencer.
“Why do you always get the nicer tables with big tips while I get stuck with cows who try using their “influence” to get out of paying for their seven-fifty ($750) dollar meal?” He huffed, pretending to be busy because he was currently dealing with — actually, not even a D-lister, just somebody who was in the background of a Marvel movie in 2015.
Meanwhile, you were on your thirty minute break, munching on a burrito you had bought before walking into work that morning. “Because I’m nice and charismatic, even to those that throw their food on my clothes. You, on the other hand, have no charisma at all, and you purposefully set a bitchy tone whenever someone’s mean to you. Nobody’s tipping a man who looks to be on the verge of throwing them onto the highway.”
“Well-”
“Carlile!” Derek called out Jack’s name — or technically, last name, “Back to work, there’s a girl that came in, I’m thinking B-list but on her way to the A-list.”
“I’m dealing with some background extra right now!” He called out, buttoning up his vest he had unbuttoned earlier to breathe, and Derek came into the back where you guys were. “They wanted to leave, so Harvey gave them their check and took your tip from them while he was at it, so go and serve the girl!”
Derek left, and Jack huffed. “God, I hate that fucker. I’m getting that tip back.” And with that, he disappeared as well, anger evident in his step. You just laughed at him, twenty minutes left on your break as you laid back on the chair, tearing up the bulky burrito.
Not even five minutes later, Jack came rushing in, sweat beads on his forehead as he had a large smile on his face. “Guess who’s here.”
“Mmm, by the way you’re smiling, I’d say Spencer Charnas.”
“No, dumbass! Jenna’s here.” You coughed, choking up the burrito chunk you tried to swallow. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Getting up, you viewed yourself in the mirror. Your hair was messed up, tie in disarray, and your shirt sleeves slightly wrinkled from having them rolled up. You were not looking sharp.
“Yes, I told her that I’d switch her table over to you after getting her the drinks she and her — might I say, massive bodyguards, ordered. So go!”
He ushered you out of the backroom, hands on your tie fixing it into place and undoing your sleeves, fixing them down to your wrist. “I thought she was gonna come after we closed, like how she did before.”
“I guess she couldn’t wait to see you, buddy. Now you go and get your first girlfriend, yeah?” He patted your back, and you slapped him on the arm before heading into the dining section. Luckily, she was sat at the edge of a window where there was an empty walkway to her table, avoiding you of any interruptions by surrounding customers.
“What would you like to get started with?” You adjusted your vest, not making eye contact with Jenna just yet. Any observant person could tell you were nervous. “Well, hello to you too.”
You looked up, meeting her eyes and smiling. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there last Thursday, got a little sick and thought it was best to not infect everyone, especially you.” 
“It’s fine. Oh, and here.” She reached into the bag sat next to her, pulling out the book before handing it over to you, urging you to take it due to the weight of it. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to finish so early, you said you’re busy constantly, after all.”
“I read it on the days I wasn’t all too busy, mostly on the way to meetings and in my trailer on set.” Jenna shrugged it off, adding, “And you were right, it’s a really good book.”
“Well, if you ever need any more book suggestions, I��m here. You want to get something to eat, or do you want me to come back in a bit?”
“Mmm, give me like five minutes, yeah?” She flashed you a smile that you dumbly nodded at, turning on your heel and heading into the kitchen, meeting Jack halfway there and you practically jumped on him.
“Someone’s giddy.”
“Oh, shut up. She’s making me nervous, Jack, she keeps eye contact — do you know what it’s like to hold eye contact with a pretty girl?”
“I’m assuming it’s nervewracking.”
“Oh right, I forgot. You can’t talk to girls.” You put his hand on his shoulder, sending him a fake sympathetic smile that he glared at.
“So, when are you asking her out?” Jack grabbed a couple plates, presumably for the table he was serving and you just laughed, causing him to send you a look.
You stopped upon seeing his confused glare. “Oh, you’re not joking. She doesn’t like me, I think I’d know if a girl likes me.”
“But, you wouldn’t. You’ve never had a girlfriend in your life, despite your many talking stages, all of which were online. You’re not experienced in body language, bud. Go out there and take her order, and see how it goes from there.” Leaving you standing in the busy kitchen, you thought about it.
Taking advice from Jack wasn’t the best idea, though. He dated a catfish for five months, for fuck's sake. 
Walking back into the main room, you walked over to the shelf and put the bulky navy-colored book back in it’s former place, shifting some books to slot it in. Eyeing Jenna’s table, you saw how she sat there, hands clasped together, talking to her bodyguards.
“You ready now?” You walked up to the table, hands together behind your back, and gave her a small smile.
“Yeah, I’ll have,” Jenna re-opened the menu, pinpointing her option as “Lobster ravioli with Mascovy duck breast, whatever that is.” She laughed slightly, a smile still etched on your face, and said, “And…a date with you.” She spoke lowly, as if she were purposefully lowering her voice so you couldn’t hear her.
“And a what? Sorry.” You apologized, leaning in slightly closer to hear. “A…chance to hang out with you, if you’re up for that. Other people, like friends, can be there too, of course.”
Your mouth gaped open, and the longer you took to answer, the more anxious Jenna became.
"Definitely, yeah, sure.” You managed to get out, nodding your head extensively, and Jenna’s anxiousness faded. 
You got her bodyguard's order as well, practically running to the kitchen to give your paper to a chef before scanning for Jack and watching him eat a lobster that one of the cooks seemed to have prepared for his break time. “Did you ask her out?”
“No, but she asked me to hang out with her.” To your words, Jack shot one hand up and mumbled something that you couldn’t recognize, lobster in his mouth.
“She practically wants you.” He repeated, this time more recognizable. “Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off, pacing around with your hands glued together, thinking. 
“No, think about it.” Jack set his plate down, swallowing the last bits of his lobster. “She’s busy, right? She’s got like five thousand movies coming out this year and next year, which means that she’d be making time through her busy schedule to be with you! She likes you a lot.”
You stopped, your hands transferring over to your hips. You eyed him, skeptical at first, before sighing. “You think so?”
Jack nodded. “Definitely, go get her tiger.” He pushed you away, hearing the sound of your name being called along with four plates being set off to the side.
You took the plates, setting them on a tray before balancing it on your hand, suddenly a lot more paranoid about dropping them than you’ve ever been. “Here you go.”
Bringing the tray into both your hands, you set the plates aside one by one before tucking it under your arm. “If you guys need anything else, just call me over.”
“Well,” Jenna’s voice stopped you from walking away, “In order for me to see you again, I’d need your number.”
“Right!” You said rather enthusiastically, taking her phone that she held out and typing your number in, sending her one last smile before retreating back into the kitchen.
Sadly, that was the last time you saw her that day because Harvey decided to steal your table, as he did to Jack earlier, to try and capture your tip.
“(Y/N).” Derek called out for you, walking into the room to catch you wiping up tables. “That girl you served earlier, the one that Harvey stole, told me to give your tip to you. She definitely caught on to him.” He laughed, handing you a stack of money before waving goodbye.
You gawked at the amount, five-hundred dollars as a tip was probably the biggest you ever got, and it was from a girl who, besides you, took an interest in you that she was sure to soon act on.
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i feel like part one was written remotely better than this part, but regardless, i hope you enjoy this :)
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adhdannieedison · 11 months
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I don’t think I’ll ever not be annoyed at how girl meets world treated Maya. Welcome to my rant on why Maya Penelope Hart (Hunter) deserved so much more.
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(Also, let me just say, I work in this industry and I do get that you can’t have the best friend eclipse the main character but they were such equals it could have been let by. My girl was done dirty. )
(Ps all the gifs are from tumblr’s collection, all credit goes to their original makers)
The whole ‘Maya turning into Riley’ thing was absolute BS. That’s what I’m most mad at.
Riley and all the Matthews said for years all they wanted for Maya was to be happy and have hope and motivation to achieve her potential.
But the second she’s doing that, and isn’t the sad lonely best friend who they can use to all feel better about themselves by pittying?
She’s supposedly morphed into Riley.
She’s a teenage girl she’s not meant to know who she is. Life’s changing. She’s changing.
What did Riley represent? Hope. Happiness. Things people just weren’t used to seeing in Maya.
Girl meets upstate was all about how the day Shawn bought Maya all her new clothes she somehow changed.
I’m sorry?!?!
Did we just all forget how happy she was? How Cory told her in class the hope on her face is what looks so good? How she truly learned what hope was? How she finally got her dream come true with Shawn and her Mom? I mean look at her face. Pure joy. She’d been through a lifetime of pain and anger and heartbreak and awful circumstances.
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And then, remember when she went to high school and got her first A? How happy she was to have it so proudly up on the Matthew’s fridge? When she found out all her past failings didn’t count and this track could get her to a college - a way out of the life she had lived?
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For them to destroy that in her, to force her back into the depressed, lonely shell of who she used to be, which not only obliterated her confidence but probably ruined her future prospects as well all because they had to cater to Riley’s perfect little world that she’s at the centre of? Maya deserved more.
I mean Riley pretty much told Maya she can’t possibly like a nice boy as she is because she’s got too miserable if an existence. Riley obviously hasn’t come across ✨daddy issues✨yet.
OBVIOUSLY she wants a nice boy. Her dad was a ‘bad boy’, and he was the first man to break her poor tiny heart.
Then there’s Lucas. Girl meets ski lodge was so unbelievably disappointing.
Not to mention the gross Josh thing. Dude was in college, she was 15. Really Disney?! How can there be just under three years between them when he’s in college and she was in middle school. It was so freaking gross.
Also josh with all his wisdom and observations about this being some subconscious scheme to protect Riley - acting like he knows Maya and Lucas better than anyone else, even themselves. He saw them interacting like twice? And Maya is the queen of masking what she really feels when it comes to being legitimately vulnerable.
I truly fully believe that in gm upstate Lucas had picked Maya. There’s no other way that episode makes sense to me. I saw a tumblr post that said watch it twice - once thinking he picks Riley and the other with Maya, and only Maya makes sense - and they’re right. But I think Lucas knew that Riley’s emotional immaturity meant that if they wanted to keep the friend group together, there was no other choice. Maya is used to heartbreak, she could handle it and Riley couldn’t. That’s why I’m sure she pushed him to Riley. They had this moment (captured below) where they both just resigned themselves to a fate of longing for the other but never having it.
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But he asked her why she dumped the smoothie on his head. What was she going to say, “because with her you might have to be some Mr Perfect all the time but with me you only have to be your messy, imperfect self and you tried to recycle the same thing you told Riley on me so I humbled you back down” while Riley was sat right there?!
Riley’s reaction when she found out about Lucas’ past in texas shows how she truly only loved the fantasy of him. She wanted Cory and topanga and to be honest anyone could fill that role as long as she was the other one in it. But she couldn’t just accept that there was something that made him not perfect. That the world wasn’t just black and white.
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Maya let’s him be himself. She has no expectations of him. She understands everyone has flaws and accepts him for his.
Plus the way he predicts her moves, catching her before she tries to chase farkle or the hand thing in science class. You know when you know someone so well it’s like they’re a part of you? Yeah, they know it too.
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They can be imperfect together, and they both felt that ease and comfort. I honest think that’s why he lets her call him so many names. It’s their own affection. Others don’t have to get it for them to feel it. It’s a familiarity - a fondness.
Not to mention him calling Zay back home and calling her the blonde beauty.
Maya constantly gave up her own happiness for Riley, and I truly wish she didn’t, because Riley wouldn’t do the same for her.
Don’t get me wrong, I think Riley thinks she would, but she hasn’t got enough experience of the world to know what that commitment means. Maybe the protect Riley committee was actually harming her in that way. She was shielded too much.
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To reduce Maya as a human being who was growing up, who was a normal teenager who was unsure of her identity and self worth, and boil it down to the claim she can’t be happy, or work hard, or be smart, or hopeful unless she’s copying Riley is so selfish. She deserves that growth too. She deserves that happiness. And that’s one of the many reasons that even when I love them as a pair, their friendship could get really toxic when she went too ‘full on Riley’.
It literally demeaned mayas entire humanity, so of course she backed down without telling Lucas how she really felt. She felt broken. She felt lost.
I think she wanted him to fight for her in gm upstate, not that she’d ever say that out loud. He was so passionate when Maya nearly lost art class, I think all she’d want is for him to stand up to absolutely everyone else in her life and say that she’s allowed to be both Maya and happy. He looked gutted when she said he picked Riley either way.
The people she was meant to love and trust took it too far and forced her to undo everything she works for and was happy because of. And waiting for her volcano eruption:
I mean Riley really genuinely thought that Maya would steal from her moms work place?! After every money trouble Katy and Maya went through, Riley really disrespected Maya THAT much?!?
She was told by everyone around her she couldn’t be Maya and be happy, so she pushed away the one guy who’s always met her toe to toe, always challenged her, always defended her and fought for her, always understood her.
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It broke her heart. But it wasn’t Lucas who really broke her heart, it was Riley. For never letting go of the fantasy. And also, if farkle cared about Maya as much as he did Riley he wouldn’t have said anything on NYE. Maya deserves happiness, but they’re all so used to seeing her unhappy they think it’s normal and okay to keep her that way so they can grow around her and use her as a spring board for their personality growth.
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The fake stories both girls told of what the future would look like for each of them wasn’t what Maya was really thinking. Because Maya feels safe in very very few places, and his arms is one of those. She wouldn’t ‘rather argue with him than save the world’ with him, she’d just hide all her fear and vulnerability until she was alone.
And I don’t believe Riley or the matthews was a safe space for her anymore - because they took her and shaped her and let her flourish - and then intentionally crushed her. I think it’s a good thing she had her mom and Shawn more after that. Because the matthews didn’t want two ‘identical daughters’, so they made an already impressionable Maya back into the sad girl they used to feed.
I’m so mad on mayas behalf. I know she’s not real but I think, as one of the kinds of people who always constantly lets my happiness be trodden on and broken down so those I love can be happy, I’m finally seeing how much the world could offer if for once people like Maya and I let our happiness matter just as much as other peoples.
Like a best friend like Riley who can’t handle the idea that something not be perfect. The world had to revolve around Riley, but sometimes being the best friend in everyone else’s main character story sucks.
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Maya lost her happiness and her hope and her motivation to be the best version of herself all because Riley was selfish and kinda toxic, and everyone else went along with it. Riley had to be the centre of everyone’s world, she couldn’t possibly imagine anyone else being happy. This isn’t even just about how we were so robbed of Lucaya, the whole girl meets upstate ep spent the entire episode disparaging and undoing one of the most beautiful episodes of giving a girl who had been through the mill some actual hope. Gm hurricane was when Maya learned that life could be beautiful. Gm upstate taught her that it was all a fever dream and she can’t have good things. She can’t have aspirations, or a popular sense of fashion, or hope, or happiness.
And I hate that. So much.
Maya Penelope Hart (Hunter) deserved so much better than season 3 gave her.
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bowtiepastabitch · 6 months
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Let's talk costuming: Avaunt!
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So I think we can all agree that Aziraphale looks his most traditionally angelic in the Job minisode, no? In fact, all of the angels' costuming increases in drama for this particular episode. This is, obviously, a very deliberate choice on the part of wardrobe, so let's discuss.
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On a technical level, the biggest thing that stands out to me about this fabulous robe is the draping. Oh, the draping. It feels like a classic angel 'fit because on a very fundamental level, it is. A lot of what we think of as angelic draws on Renaissance artists' depictions, with flowing robes, fluffy wings, and glimmering halos. In art from this era, there is a strong attention to detail on the natural flow of fabrics that makes Renaissance sculpture so breathtaking, such as here: (The Ecstasy of St. Teresa, Bernini, 17th century CE)
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It's this ability to make solid marble look like fine silk rippling with movement that leaves such a strong impression in my mind when I look at these kinds of works.
In painting, too, there is a similar effect. Something about the material culture of the Renaissance really lent itself to this style, perhaps fueled by the rise in new textile luxuries that occurred in vaguely the same period. This is seen especially strongly for angels, such as in the sculpture above, and in this painting: (The Annunciation to the Virgin, Botticelli, 15th century CE)
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There's a stark contrast between the dress of the two figures. The virgin Mary is no less ornamentally or expensively dressed, but her style is rather minimalistic next to the angel's voluminous robing. It paints a very clear impression of angelic dress, and the designers for Good Omens would have been aware, in at least a small way, of the art history precedence for such a thing.
The poof of the sleeves, the tucks down the front, the little belt with the train tucked in, the gathers, the weight of the fabric, everything about this robe is constructed to carefully recreate the rather fantastical imagery of renaissance art. It's not necessarily an easy texture to nail down, given that the artists themselves had no concerns of gravity, comfort, or the way it would look in actual 3d motion, while our brave costumers were dealing with all three as well as a budget, time constraints, and the constant consideration that white fabric just gets dirty so easy.
Here's some of the other angels as well, so you can see how theirs reflect those same dramatic themes.
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And then, of course, when costuming a show you have a second question: What does this mean for our character? Or rather, we know how, but WHY did they make him look so traditionally angelic?
Well, thematically, the Job minisode centers around Aziraphale's struggle with being a good angel and Crowley's struggle with being a good demon. Aziraphale is learning how to be an angel that follows along with heaven as far as we can, and he's so terribly torn up about it. He spends a lot of his time fretting about doing what's expected demanded of him, even if perhaps he doesn't believe it to be the right choice. Natural, then, that he should look the part of the perfect angel whilst sorting out these ethereal woes.
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Crowley even draws attention to it himself, giggling a bit at the suggestion that Aziraphale, with his fluffy hair and flowing angelic garb, could possibly become a demon. And it is a rather silly mental image; the garment itself would be comically silly in really ANY other context at all. In the same manner, his performance of angelic archetype borders on excessive:
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He's trying so desperately hard here to be the angel he wants to and is supposed to be. He's dressed the part, he's using his big scary angel voice, but deep down he's clinging to an identity that doesn't quite fit.
(You'll notice in this shot the distinct difference between his and Crowley's dress on the level of silhouette as well as color. We see this a lot from the two of them, but with the points I made above it felt worth pointing out in this particular scene)
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Here at the end, as he's coming to terms with the cracks in his heaven-given identity, his robe is largely in shadow, blurring out its startling whiteness. We do not see him dressed this way again. (He continues to wear white, obviously, but from here on out his style of dress mimics the human trends of the time rather than that classical angelic imagery)
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EPISODE 11 ♡ KUNI AND HIS 3 RULES
HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU
masterlist / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter
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not too long after you sent kunikuzushi that message, you see a familiar car approaching you.
you see, kunikuzushi actually has three rules that everyone (even his parents) has to follow whenever they’re going to ride his car:
one, always shake off the dirt off of your shoes before stepping in. especially if it’s raining. he absolutely loathed the idea of getting his precious car dirtied. 
“just get in already. the rain might get stronger if you don’t hurry up," he says, awkwardly holding an umbrella over your head so that you won’t get wet as you get in the passenger seat. “but i thought you hated—”
“it’s fine. wiping off the raindrops is more annoying.”
two, never eat or drink anything in his car. the idea of doing so is already enough to make kunikuzushi shudder.
“here’s your drink. i didn’t actually get you coffee though, so that’s just hot chocolate.” the grande sized drink was offered. “huh? i didn’t actually expect you to actually do it, but i asked for coffee," you say, taking a sip. the hot temperature of the drink was enough to make you feel comfortable in the cold weather that the rain is causing.
“and let me guess, if i actually got you coffee, that’d be your third cup today, no?”
silence.
“thought so.”
and last but not least, three. always ask for permission if you want to play music in his car. although this one is simply common decency at this point, kunikuzushi started to get annoyed when your other friends would play music all of a sudden without notifying him first.
“here,” he says, his phone in his hand.
“what am i supposed to do with your phone?”
“play music, obviously. why else would i give it to you right now?”
oh.
“oh. okay, uhm.” it was awkward to say, at least.
this behavior or treatment from him isn’t new. but you didn’t expect to still receive it after... well, everything. scrolling through his list of liked songs on spotify, you decided to just hit shuffle. soon after, the little screen on his car says, “the way you look at me — christian bautista”.
with the calming piano tunes starting to play during the ride, the exhaustion from everything you did today started to sink in, and you eventually started to feel drowsy. choosing to close your eyes a bit, you unknowingly started to doze off.
what you weren’t aware of, though, is that the driver next to you would glance at you from time to time when the light was red. he would switch lanes as well, choosing lanes that would have just a bit of traffic just so he could admire the person next to him sleeping peacefully more.
kunikuzushi was content with this—to have you this close. the distance was enough for him to be sure that he could never love someone else after you.
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meanwhile…
“huh? that’s weird. why did kuni turn right? he should’ve gone left since he was taking (name) home.” lyney says, looking at the life 360 of your friend group at the moment.
lynette just looks at his screen and proceeds to drink her tea. “leave them be, lyney. i’m sure kuni knows what he’s doing.”
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gffa · 7 months
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Hi Lumi. This year I’ve watched The Clone Wars, Rebels, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, and Tales of the Jedi and I’m watching Ahsoka as episodes are released. But I feel like I’m missing some context as to why people are wary of Filoni. What things should I know so I’m caught up, so to speak, in the fandom discussions?
Hi! That's a lot of Star Wars to watch in a year, I hope you're having fun with it all! And I will gently remind everyone that Filoni is not the be-all-end-all of Star Wars creators--Henry Gilroy was there for TCW and Rebels, too. George Lucas was holding writers' meetings years after the show started (at least into 2010!). The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett are far more Jon Favreau's shows. The Bad Batch is Brad Rau and Jennifer Corbett. Resistance was developed by him, but was run by other producers. It's just that Filoni tends to get the most camera time and has become the face of Star Wars creators. That said, the issue with Filoni is kind of two-pronged, though, they overlap. 1. He's done a lot of interviews where he's said a lot of anti-Jedi things that have drifted from reasonable critiques in the beginning to eventually "Qui-Gon Jinn was the only true Jedi. [blatantly wrong citations]" This has put a lot of people off him as a creator, because we love the Jedi Order that Lucas talks about and established, which Filoni has actively contradicted over the years, despite being promoted as someone who follows Lucas' themes. And it's hard not to be aware of his interviews when watching his shows and it's hard to enjoy shows that do your faves dirty, you know? 2. His writing has become weaker over the years for a lot of us--Rebels is a show most of us love and found to be incredible. Many of us really love The Clone Wars, which he was heavily involved in/was probably the central voice after Lucas started phasing out. But his biggest story told over the course of those series--basically, the story of Mandalore's history and fall to the Empire--has been extremely thin for a lot of us. And a lot of us get frustrated at his inability to be objective when it comes to Ahsoka's character, that we love her as a character very much, but it hasn't felt like Filoni really knows what to do with her character arc and yet almost everything he writes is centered around her. His final season of The Clone Wars? Gave her the walkabout arc and the Siege of Mandalore arc, both of which often did not hold up well under scrutiny. His episode of The Book of Boba Fett? I actually really loved it, but it absolutely just stopped the pacing of that show to focus a lot on her. More on Luke, but he couldn't resist putting her in there, either. Tales of the Jedi was half devoted to Ahsoka and so much of it wasn't even about her time as a Jedi! We're frustrated because he doesn't set things up well anymore--Morgan Elsbeth is a Nightsister?? Why wasn't that established in The Mandalorian instead of pulling out randomly in Ahsoka? Why does Sabine Wren suddenly so badly want Jedi training, when they barely even had a conversation in Rebels?? There's a lot of good that Filoni has given to Star Wars, I think he genuinely cares about the Force and what it means--he's very consistent on how it's not easy and how it takes discipline and control, that he has been consistent on how anger and fear are paths to the dark side, even his episode of TBOBF had Ahsoka saying, yeah, attachment is a path to the dark side, because the Jedi mean "attachment" in a more Buddhist-aligned way. A lot of his writing for the character of Ahsoka is actually pretty good, like I've been enjoying her being a prickly, traumatized hot mess in the show! It's just that I kind of hate all the interviews he gives and I think he's a lot less objective than a lot of fans and media coverage that would hold him up as a perfect writer/interviewee about all things Star Wars, and it all comes together to make him kind of a hot-button topic.
So, a lot of people LOVE Filoni's work, a lot of people are frustrated by it, a lot of people are casually fine about it, a lot of people HATE Filoni's work and it can be a fun mix of any of the above or even other issues that come up. (And that's all fine! I have my views on Filoni's work, but it's fine if others hate it more than I do or love it more than I do, there's room for us all, all of it is valid.)
But I think if you want to understand some of the roots of this corner of fandom's frustration, two (admittedly long as heck) homework assignment reads would be:
- My own rebuttal to Dave's behind the scenes Mandalorian Gallery talk (this is jokingly referred to as "Davegate" because I refused to take it too seriously) - @david-talks-sw's collection of comparisons between Lucas' commentary on the Jedi and Filoni's commentary on the Jedi
This response itself is more focused on laying out the problems a lot of people have with Filoni's writing, but also honestly I still have my giant collection of Jedi source material citations that quotes his commentary, I still bring up Filoni's quotes in current meta a lot, I still talk positively about the things I enjoy from his shows, so overall there's equal amounts of both praise and criticism here. So, as short as I can make it (which isn't very, shut up, I know! XD), that's basically what people mean when they say they're wary of Filoni.
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Of course the boring truth is that (with just a handful of exceptions) the Buffy writers never really take seriously the idea that Buffy is not actually "the" Slayer. They try as much as possible to pretend that Kendra and later Faith simply don't exist when they are not the immediate focus of the current episode or arc.
In fact, they do this so aggressively that the episode immediately after Kendra's first appearance (in the two-parter What's My Line?) starts with Giles's pre-show voiceover solemnly repeating the (just proven false) claim that "in every generation there is a Chosen One … she alone will stand against the vampires" (and after What's My Line?nobody mentions Kendra again until she shows up to die a few episodes later). And so aggresively that, between going to prison in Sanctuary [which happens just before Season 4's The Yoko Factor] and coming back to Sunnydale in Season 7's Dirty Girls, Faith's name is spoken just four times over a run of 63 consecutive episodes (once in Season 4's Restless, twice in Season 5's Checkpoint and once in Season 7's Bring On The Night). In fact they do it to the extent that Faith's very last words in the show are to earnestly ask Buffy what Buffy is going to do now that she's "not the one and only chosen anymore" (something that Buffy has of course never been at any point in the roughly four years Faith has known her, exactly because of the mere existence of Faith herself).
But. Putting that aside for a moment.
Do we think that the monks who turned the Key into a human and sent her to be protected by "the Slayer" knew in advance that there was actually more than one Slayer in the world? Or did they only know to come looking for her in Sunnydale after the fact?
I mean, it doesn't seem like they had much time to prepare after "the abomination" found them, turning the Key into a human seems very much to have been a last minute spur-of-the-moment kind of plan born of desperation as much as anything else, and it's not clear why an order of monks who guarded some mystical glowing green energy for centuries would have spent much time keeping track of the lives of individual vampire slayers (let's face it, even the Watcher's Council didn't ever bother to do that, and some would argue that it is quite literally their only job).
In other words, did the monks actively pick Buffy Summers to look after the Key (and if so, how did they know who she was?) or did they just send the Key to "the" Slayer and get very lucky?
Is there some possible alternate world where one day Faith Lehane wakes up in prison somewhere in California and suddenly remembers that she has an estranged kid sister she hasn't seen in years who lives on the other side of the country?
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rly curious abt your thoughts on the ares fight scene in more depth. watching it i was like “ok it’s a fight scene.” i was not Amazed compared to other media’s fight scenes and especially not compared to the book but compared to the other episodes it was the first fight scene that didn’t have me just outwardly :/ exasperated
Oh an ask... hi there 👋😳 I'm very flattered you actually want to listen to my ramblings more, lol. I sure hope you know what monstrosity you're unleashing with that question because here comes the flood 🌊 (pun intended)
So the short answer is basically (unmute for full effect xD):
(Thanks for giving me the motivation to finish editing this video 😂)
The more in-depth answer is complicated (and I apologize in advance because this is going to get long again haha):
It's a matter of small problems at the start snowballing into bigger ones as the show progresses. So my issue with that scene is not just the presentation of it, it's again an amalgamation of all the choices they made leading up to this point.
Strike 1 is the Percy vs. Clarisse/Ares' kids scene from episode 2 starting off an unfortunate pattern of very poorly communicating how Percy's specific demigod powers help him overcome the obstacles he goes on to face on his quest.
(Man, do I mean it when I say that I hate having to be the nagging bitch who can't stop shutting up about the book but we're just going to have to deal with me bringing it up constantly from now on xD)
By this point in the book we at least already had the sword fighting lesson with Luke before, to set up that Percy has a natural talent for it and a little bit of foreshadowing for what's about to come because he was only able to beat Luke after pouring the ice water on himself. We also get a side note that Clarisse "pulverizes" him during wrestling classes, setting up that on land, it is without question her, who has the advantage. And then finally during capture the flag he brutally gets his ass handed to him first, before he gets thrown into the water and only then manages to gain the upper hand in a 1v5 fight because he gets a power boost from being surrounded by his natural element.
In the show he is suddenly and with absolutely no training at all able to go toe-to-toe against several kids of the literal GOD OF WAR who should be way more skilled and experienced than him... just because? Did his super secret battle-instincts just conveniently choose to awaken right in that moment? Because he is slightly near the lake? Is he absorbing the water particles in the air lmao???
Sure, if you wanted, you could argue that the book version seems unrealistic/convenient/power-fantasy-esque as well, but at least there is enough foreshadowing and a completely solid explanation for why he is able to win that particular fight. The show gives you nothing, which makes it even more unbelievable.
The only reason I can think of as to why they made it that way (well aside from the meta-reason of "this is a live action production and we can't do the proper stunts/effects for it" ofc lol), is to make Percy seem more impressive without his powers, I guess? And if that really was the point, I think it's a misguided one because it's just way too early for this. At this point in his journey he should not be able to go up against trained fighters without "dirty tricks".
And remember this point because it's going to come up again lol.
Strike 2 is not doing enough to properly build up the animosity between Ares and Percy in episode 5. In the book Ares is described as having this rage-inducing effect on Percy, which is causing him to be rash and impulsive around him (more than he already is lol). He specifically mentions how Ares reminds him of Gabe (ya know... his abusive step-father???) every belittling teacher and every bully he has ever faced combined. At this point in the book Percy also already doesn't know for sure that his mother is alive. Ares is the one who baits him into walking into Hephaestos trap in exchange for information about his mom. So, that's already plenty enough ammo for him to hate this guy on sight lol.
I don't know if they actually meant to leave the "rage-aura-thing" out of the show or if it's again just a matter of it being poorly communicated on screen (Annabeth even alludes to it when she talks to Grover before they leave, but no one seems to actually be affected by it). In the show, especially in the diner scene, they make it seem like there is more hostility between Annabeth and Ares than there is between them. Percy's little declaration at the end could have been cool in a different context (as well as the callback to it in episode 8), but it just seems to come a bit out of nowhere, when you look back at their previous interactions in this episode. And the tone is just a bit off, somehow? I don't know how to best describe it, but he just comes off as way more confident and threatening, than he should reasonably be at this point. And Ares just standing there and taking it, as if he's taking his threat seriously, really doesn't help matters either.
This is just another instance of where the show severely nerfing the gods' initimidation factor, works incredibly against its favour. I get that the intention seems to be, to highlight Percy's fearlessness. But since we never really get to meet an Olympian who actually has a commanding, otherwordly presence, it just makes them seem like push-overs for letting this twelve-year-old mortal casually mouth off at them with no consequences. The scene would have worked better for me, if Ares had at least started mocking or threatening him (or both probably) in response.
In the book Ares' mentions that the only reason Percy is allowed to get away with being as snarky towards him as he is, is because he doesn't care as much about propriety as some of the other gods do. Plus, it's obvious he gets a kick out of specifically goading him into doing it. But even then there are hard limits on how far Percy can go without being blasted to bits. (Also Ares nervous ticks here are a much better way of foreshadowing Kronos' involvement. These hints were what I was hoping for Grover to pick up on during their conversation in the diner, but that scene of him staying behind with him in the show just ends up going absolutely nowhere.)
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You know, I got into my fair share of trouble as a kid for talking back at shitty teachers and authority figures, as I'm sure many can relate, lol. And every time I got home from another argument, I would always get the same weary lecture from my mom that "There is no use in becoming a target, even if you are in the right. It's just better to shut up and keep your head down because there is nothing we can do about it. They are the ones with the power at the end of the day."
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These little moments between Ares and Percy in the book just capture this feeling of rage and helplessness you get in these kind of dynamics so godamn well xD, which is what makes Percy's victory against him later so cathartic in the first place! The show doesn't really deliver on that front, because in my opinion it just doesn't do enough to cement Percy as the underdog here (Percy's history with bullying was also very quickly brushed over and we all know they completely defanged Gabe, so that can't really come into play here either).
Strike 3 is again the very lackluster presentation of Percy's powers in the show. By the point we get to episode 7 we have seen him push a girl into a fountain, throw toilet water at Clarisse and her posse, breathe underwater... and that's pretty much it. I don't know wether to give him Crusty or not, because the scene is soo vague and confusing on how they actually defeated him. At first I thought that since they specifically made it a point that Crusty is showing him a waterbed, that we would get to see Percy manipulate the water inside the matress to trap him, which would have been so freaking cool????? But no, I'm pretty sure the take-away is supposed to be that Annabeth just pushed him while she was invisible. What a waste. A lot of the scenes were Percy gets to show off his powers in the book get changed, watered down (badum tss) or omitted in the show. So the only somewhat impressive feat that actually leaves us with, is when Percy gets whirlpooled middair into the river in episode 4. But that one was specifically Poseidon's work not Percy's. Which brings me to my next gripe.
Poseidon's whole voice-over at the end of episode 7 where he talks about how he "will be there by Percy's side, when he's ready and knows who he truly is blablabla" while we see Percy walking up to Ares, ready to face him, could again have been a very cool moment in a different context. But since we get to see so incredibly little of Percy becoming stronger and slowly getting a better handle on his powers by himself over the course of the show, the framing of this scene heavily implies that the only reason he is able to beat Ares in the next episode is because he has daddy-dearest backing him. And that just left such an incredibly bad taste in my mouth, because no! This is supposed to be Percy's big moment!
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The book makes a point to explicitly call this out!!! Ares even specifically taunts him about that!!!
And with aaaall that background we finally get to the actual fight scene. A confrontation between Percy and the, let me reiterate, LITERAL GOD OF WAR, remember at this point they weren't actually supposed to be sure (or more like in denial lol) about Kronos yet, so this was supposed to be Percy confronting the culprit behind everything they had to go through so far, this is supposed to be Percy's moment of coming into his own as a legendary hero in his own right, Percy fighting a representation of again all the bullies he has ever faced in his life, a classic tale of David vs. Goliath, a true battle between-
The fight doesn't even last 2 minutes in the show. TWO. GODDAMN. MINUTES. And we get one. SINGLE. Measly. Water effect. Why does the lighting still have to be so grey and boring? Why is there no sense of tension in this fight? So much time... is spent... on just... standing... around. Ares has so many opportunities to beat the everloving shit out of Percy but he's just taking his sweet ass time for every little step he takes, no sense of him enjoying the fight whatsoever.
But the absolute BEST thing is the way it ends.. omg the ending... had me in actual tears because I was laughing so fucking hard. WOW! who knew Ares was such a great listener xD??? It sure is nice of him to wait until Percy veeery sloooowly gets up, slooowly finishes his grand dramatic monologue about how he's a big boy now, slooowly summons a big wave you can see coming slooooowly from miles away, all the while Ares THE LITERAL GOD OF WAR just stands there and watches. Why the fuck does he just stand there and do nothing XD???? He doesn't do a single thing to stop Percy in his tracks or dodge... just NOTHING.
(Oh, also just want to reiterate that I'm not dunking on the actors' performances here, they do a great job actually for the poor material they are given, what I'm criticizing are the completely baffling directorial choices)
I think my video edit above already illustrates well enough why this scene just came off as laughably ridiculous to me by the end xD.
But this isn't even where the problems end.
The whole "You didn't ask to be a half-blood"-bit could have been a neat little inclusion, but the rest of the Luke sword fighting lesson they akwardly wedged into this episode literally contributes nothing to the fight, lol??? They frame this flashback as if Percy is remembering a specific lesson or piece of advice to use in his upcoming fight with Ares. But they don't elaborate at all what that lesson is supposed to be lol??? Since Percy doesn't disarm Ares (and it doesn't even look like Luke successfully managed to teach him that xD) it's certainly not that. Is it the "being a halfblood makes you part of something bigger than yourself, which is good since you clearly can't do this on your own"- bit? Percy literally solos this fight with absolutely no outside help, so obviously no. Is it the single-combat-challenge thing?? Are we really assuming that Percy couldn't have gotten that absolutely groundbreaking idea on his own without Luke's help lmao???
There is a similar moment in the book, but at least in that example Percy is thinking about Luke in that moment because he is remembering a practical lesson where he taught him how to fight an opponent with a bigger weapon. Which makes sense??? Because that's literally what happens in that moment with Ares??
In the book Percy wins this fight because he manages to outsmart him. He manages to hit exactly the right nerve to goad Ares into a 1v1-fight with him (because Percy cleverly taunts him by implying that if Ares were to turn him into an insect like he threatened to, he would just be admitting that he can't beat Percy in a fair fight), both to get more information out of him and to get back Hades' helmet.
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(also the audacity of removing Percy's moment of absolute badassery here lol)
At first Ares very clearly has the upper hand. As THE GOD OF WAR he can predict his every move, and he is clearly just drawing out the fight because he enjoys toying with Percy, not because Percy seriously gets him to struggle much at any point. Ares isn't a brain-dead idiot lol. He knows about Percy's fight against Clarisse, he knows about the river, he has just seen Percy conjure up a giant wave to get rid of the boar he sent after him: He is fully aware that Percy has an advantage in the water, so he makes an effort to drive him away from it during the fight.
Percy notices that and is clever enough to use it to his advantage. He tricks Ares into thinking he succeeded at that objective, he pretends to be too tired to keep on fighting, while holding back the tide and unleashing it when Ares doesn't expect it. Ares does NOT languidly watch a giant wave come at him from 50 miles away without doing anything to stop him adsfahahajs lmao!!! Then Percy uses this split-second-window of him being disoriented to wound him. Ares does NOT get completely taken out of the fight from being splashed once or spend half an hour crawling after his useless sword, as if that's the only thing he could use to defend himself lmao!!! Ares absolutely would have annihilated Percy then and there, no matter what the deal was, if it wasn't for Kronos intervening in that moment! And I could go on.
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There is just so much more thought involved here to make Percy earn this victory through his own merit! Sure, he may have inherited the powers from his father, but Percy is the one who came up with a plan to beat Ares entirely on his own. And it doesn't even feel outrageously cheap or plot-convenient either because this is a "victory" in the loosest sense of the word. Even with all his effort Percy is only able to put the tiniest scratch on him. There is absolutely no doubt left, that if the circumstances were different, Percy would have been zapped out of existance in an instant (and he doesn't get away without consequences because of Ares' curse). As it should be!!! Because this is still supposed to be a powerful godly being he is fighting!!!
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This is also the reason why using this opportunity to set-up Kronos as this ominous and terrifying entity, that even the God of War can be manipulated by and afraid of works so much better in the book than whatever it is they're going for in the show. In the book Ares' goes into a trance and he is the one who slips up and mentions something about dreams, which Percy then questions him on. In the show Percy jumps to that conclusion ABSOLUTELY out of nowhere lol???? Damn, calm down there, Sherlock Jackson! It's yet again another awfully clunky exposition dump instead of characters organically putting the pieces together.
And many other people have already said it, but why would they cut out some of Ares' most important lines at the end there???
There is a lot more to say about how in the book it's just such a cool, really big spectacle, with people from both worlds watching it happen, how there is such a cool and funny pay-off for the whole "fugitive-delinquent" subplot with the mortal police thinking Ares and Percy are having a full blown shoot-out on the beach lmao, Ares summoning earthquakes and hurling fireballs, a hint of Kronos' presence sending everyone into a terrified trance etc. etc.
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I don't mind them toning all of that down, I know it's probably hard to translate into live-action (all the more reason this should have been fully animated cough cough). I don't even care that much about fight scenes. Even the big spectacular looking ones can tend to bore me if I'm not emotionally invested. So I don't care about clunky effects or clumsy stunt choreography, most of the time those things usually fly over my head, anyway. What I care about are emotional stakes and clever strategies. And this scene falls very flat on both of those aspects.
Sooo in conclusion: There are absolutely no tactics or clever maneuvres involved in the show-version. Percy is just able to brute-force a win against the God of brute force because the plot demands it at that moment and Ares is a floundering idiot waiting around for Percy to beat him. The way Percy's battle prowess and powers have been communicated so far, does a poor job at making it seem believable that Percy is able to win a fight against someone of this caliber. In an effort to make Percy look stronger they really only managed to make the gods seem weaker. The emotional investment isn't really there either because not enough care was spent on setting up Percy and Ares' rivalry beforehand or what beating him thematically means for Percy. There is no intrigue, no questions left unanswered, since the kids have already figured out everything they needed to know by this point. All of that just makes this fight seem like a formailty they needed to get it over with, when it was such a climactic and triumphant moment in the book.
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oneofthosebells · 17 days
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SCREAMING.
Okay, initial thoughts: absolutely loved it.
Was it perfect? No. I've got a couple of niggles and nitpicks, and some things I wished they'd gone deeper on, but I was never expecting perfection so that doesn't bother me.
Did it give me all the feelings and address pretty much all the things I wanted addressed and give me several moments of full on squeaking at the TV? Yep. I'm happy.
Some more spoilery initial thoughts under the cut:
Felice as a chef?? YES. I've been trying and rejecting various future career headcanons for Felice for ages now and this one suits her perfectly.
(Could have done with more Felice in general, I do feel like she was done a bit dirty again, but I really loved the bits of her we did get.)
Absolutely LOVED the portrayal of Wilmon's relationship this season. They were just so teenager, it was glorious - swinging from big emotion to big emotion, from all-consuming love to hate and anger and shame. It's all so intense at that age and I do think the show does a great job of showing that.
Navigating that change from 'we want to be together' to 'okay, now we are together, how does that actually work in reality' was the main thing I wanted to see this season so I'm really happy we got that.
Simon's jacket on top of his checked trousers is the greatest thing I've ever seen btw. Still giggling about it.
Wanted more of an arc for Sara if I'm honest, but like Felice I really enjoyed some of the stuff we did get - the conversation where Sara was worried she'd end up like Micke was brilliant.
August...eh. I don't hate a redemption arc for August tbh as I personally believe no one is beyond forgiveness and redemption. I get why some people might hate it though.
Overall, this season felt much more low-key than the previous two? Which isn't a criticism - it took me a couple of episodes to get into it, but I started to really enjoy it once I did. Less of the soapy angst and plot twists of previous seasons and more focused on the characters.
Oh and as certain as I've ever been of Wilmon endgame. I'm absolutely sure Hillerska will close in the final episode, so it might be a bit of a bittersweet, trying long-distance kind of thing, but not a break up.
My personal theory/hope right now: Wille tells the Royal Court to fuck their prince school and he and Simon go with the girls to New York for the summer.
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