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theskysungqueen · 2 months

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to make things brief cause I suck at organizing what I have to say, the live action was definitely Something™.

Cast: 10/10 kinda biased personally but yall can't take this from me

Gordon as Aang and Dallas as Zuko were the standouts imo. Gordon needs some direction on line delivery and the angstier scenes but overall he's very charming and I'm so proud of him for getting so much exposure!

Ian as Sokka was great, I just wish he was allowed to be more...messy? like Sokka pretends to be chill and all that but he's actually dramatic so I hope that gets improved in the next season if there is one

speaking of improvement, Kiawentiio as Katara brought out a softer side to the character but sadly diminished her spark and passion. I like that Katara now actually feels like a younger sister, it makes sense within the context of the story that Sokka and Gran Gran would shelter her after what happened, but as someone said, her anger is so central to her character and I just wish that got shown more. It's more of a script and direction problem tbh, if you look at Kia's interviews she has the sass and feistiness Katara needs

Lizzy as Azula is great, the writing is a bit clunky though so she did the best she could with it. Can't really comment on Mai and Ty Lee yet because they're kinda just there but it's a nice setup

Maria as Suki? perfection show stopping never the same she is a queen and I love the tidbit of Suki backstory which she never really had in the og show. I love her being such a loser around her crush we love to see girlfailures girlfailing. I wish the writers didn't make them KISS though 😭 slowburn ftw

the adults were great

Writing: 6.5/10

There were genuinely good moments and I love the concept of mixing up certain plot points to condense the story

But they just suffered from too much Telling instead of Showing WRITERS PLEASE LISTEN TO THE CRITICISM YOU HAVE TIME TO IMPROVE PLEASE

Omashu, mechanist, and Jet plot mixing as a concept was fine, but it dragged on and my friends and I got bored of it. I like it in theory but if it was going to take THAT long couldn't they have just separated one of those storylines for a different episode?

I appreciate that they tried to develop the water siblings' relationship by making them the stars of the Secret Tunnels, but I would've changed the way they "conquered" the problem (really? badgermoles respond to love? cute in theory but like why). If anyone's watched Barbie: A Fairy Secret there's a part where Barbie and her frenemy accuse each other of why their friendship failed, and it helps them make up and breaks the curse put on them. So that's what I would've done, force them in a life or death situation in which they have to say the unsaid things, maybe hug it out and boom

The way they handled Koh and the Spirit World was a Mess™ but the effects were decent

Zhao meeting horrible ends in every incarnation is so deserved

Yue having more agency was a welcome change AND I LOVE THAT SHE WATERBENDS. Then waterbends even when the moon is gone. It's such a nice visual nod to the fact that she has the moon spirit within her

That said, the show could definitely use more visual storytelling, less weird dialogue. Like it's so strangely common for shows or adaptations these days to exposition dump. Like they did not have to make Yue say that the ocean spirit was angry, literally just show me the dead moon fish and I'll get the idea. Then Iroh says "That's Wrath" that's just redundant now isn't it

I like that they saved Katara bringing Aang out of the Avatar State until last even if it could've been done better

HOW DARE THEY MAKE ME LIKE HAHN HE WAS A JERK IN THE SHOW BUT THEY MADE HIM A GENUINELY GOOD CHARACTER. Yes to brown men not being portrayed as jerks but also in the original it was a nice contrast to how far Sokka had come because Hahn reflected who he used to be. But live action Hahn </3

I like that they showed the deaths and blood. I wanted a live action that was both lighthearted but more realistic when it came to the injuries and death, and that'd kind of what I got

Other thoughts + overall

You can tell they put so much heart into this show, watching the bts, the bending boot camp with the correct martial arts, the easter eggs, the nods to the comics, the beautiful adaptations of Cabbage Merchant and Secret Tunnel nomads, there's so much passion behind the show it's a shame it suffered in its writing

which is why if they read reviews and criticism from the bigger name fans (TheAvatarist, HelloFutureMe, etc.) it would really help them improve for future seasons! The cast is stunning already and they have great chemistry (hopefully gets improved too!)

The live action is just a different angle to the show. And I'm saying this as an Avatar fan–the original wasn't perfect, either. I had some problems w it but the overall show was genuinely so good and heartfelt, those problems weren't glaring enough to put me off (unlike The Dragon Prince, sorry). The live action definitely wasn't perfect, but it tried to give us a new look into Avatar. Again, no adaptation will ever be a 1:1 remake and none should be. Where's the fun in that? But while the show is so full of heart and with actual fans working behind the scenes, I doubt if they listen to any criticism that they can't pull this off better next season.

#atla #avatar the last airbender netflix #avatar netflix #netflix avatar #avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #avatar live action #aang #katara #sokka #zuko #iroh #azula

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brackishkittie · 9 months

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୨୧- CHAPTER FIVE, rock your body! - ୨୧

summary: ellie texts you and asks— more like beg ( which didn’t take alot to convince you. ) you to go onto her podcast so you guys can clear up everything that’s been happening recently on social media..specifically twitter.

c/n: strong language, ellie being a loser, ellie being a dumbass..again, pervert ellie kinda??, and alot of shit abt to go down on twitter after this tbh..

a/n: hi my loves! so sorry for losing the consistency..💔💔 been feelin kinda lazy but I promise I’ll make it up to u guys. 💋💋

series masterlist! - chapter five ➝ chapter six!

it was finally time to make your way over to ellie’s place to record and you were kinda mad at yourself for giving into ellie’s pleas..and mad at the fact you kept opening up that link to the video of you and ellie kissing on twitter. the way her hand was gripping your ass just did something to you. it was making your head turn and spin and you didn’t understand why it was making you feel this way. “ma’am?? we’re here..” the uber driver cleared his throat and looked at you through the rear-view mirror, “oh- OH! right, I’m so sorry!” you scrambled to pick up your bag and texted ellie that you were outside once you stepped out the car. “press the b7 button. that’s the number to my apartment, it’ll just buzz you in when I answer.” her text read. you did as you were told and walked in once you heard the buzz ring out from the speaker. you walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor and knocked on the door which read b7 and not even 2 knocks in, she answered the door.

“hi ellie..” you awkwardly wave as she looks you up and down while leaning on the door frame. “come in.” she says as she moves away from the door to let you in, you walk in and she follows behind you. “nice skirt. did you wear that for me?” you can hear the shit eating grin on her face as she said that. you turn around and look at her, crossing your arms and sucking your teeth. “can you stop being a pervert and let us get this shit over with.” you frown as she beckoned you to follow her to her living room, where she had her whole setup. two microphones, comfy pillows, freshly lit candles, lighting and a camera setup, and lauryn hill quietly playing in the back. “you can just put your stuff down on the table next to you. I’ll get the camera rolling.” she walks over to the camera as you set your stuff down on the table. “alright the camera’s on.” she says, “hi everyone, welcome or welcome back to the “and what about it” podcast. today I’m here with a very special guest. how are you feeling y/n?” ellie asks, now sitting down and speaking into the mic. “I’m feeling fine..other than the fact I’m here.” you squint at her which in she lets out a laugh. “oh please you’ll survive..now introduce yourself.” ellie looks at you and smirks. “I’m y/n, I’m a fashion influencer and a youtuber.” you respond with a little smile as you do a cute pose for the camera.

“alright stop showing off.” ellie rolls her eyes and you scoff, “you put me in front of a camera bitch, you expect me to not pose?” you sigh and shake your head, “man y’all see how she treats me? anyway, we’re here to clear up the air and talk about what’s been happening recently on twitter.” ellie now looks at the camera and you let out a small laugh. “y’all this all started because ellie messy ass started speakin on me for no reason.” you bust out laughing and ellie tries to hold back a laugh but fails, “you know what…” she pinches her temples and smiles. “she’s not wrong so now I gotta kick her out!” she giggles while you put your hand on your chest and gasp, “nooo oh my god..my life depends on this! please no!” you say while ellie is just crackin up. “ok ok but in all seriousness..I did..maybe..start the twitter beef..” you side eye her, “MAYBE?” you snap your neck towards her, “ok I did, BUT YOU GAGGED ME ON MY OWN PAGE???” ellie frowned and you smiled proudly, “it was deserved, you not gon disrespect me and not expect a response..” you two are laughing uncontrollably into the mics.

about an hour later. ( the video was so unserious. PLEASE. )

“well my ubers here.” you look at your phone and grab your stuff on the table, “thank you for uhm..convincing me to come here. it was actually quite fun..surprisingly.” you walk over to the door and open it getting ready to walkout and leave, but she stops you. “thank you for coming, I appreciate it.” ellie rubbed her neck and you nodded, “you’re welcome. now I gotta go, don’t want the uber to leave.” you rush out her apartment and leave the building, thanking her again over text as you got into the car to go home.

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#brackishkittie #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #jesse the last of us #modern!ellie williams #jesse tlou #dina nolastname #dina tlou #dina the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie x you

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shallowseeker · 9 months

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Beach Boys

Dean hates that this beach is public.

There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.

Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.

But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”

Ugh.

Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.

“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”

Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.

It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.

The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.

Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.

“You comin?” she trills.

When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.

“Suit yourself.”

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Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.

Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.

Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.

He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.

They’re all dicks.

Dean can tell.

“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.

When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.

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“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”

Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.

“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”

Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.

“Oooh, gimme.”

Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.

“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.

Dean takes a whiff. Rum?

“Whatcha get?”

Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”

Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”

“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”

Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.”

Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.

Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.

When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.

Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.

Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”

Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.

“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”

One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.

Yeah.

“You have more towels than when I left.”

Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?

“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”

Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.

“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”

“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”

Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.

“Yes,” says Cas.

Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.

Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.

Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.

#when i can’t sleep #i say goodbye to summer #ficlets

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oharamwah · 10 months

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♡☆— a secret ? : your life-long partner has been keeping a big secret from you about his career. → 2.3k

read pt. two → it’s not a onsie

husband!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

contents : au!miguel, florist!reader, sliiiightly ooc (he never had gabi), slight gore? (i kinda just describe injuries miguel has),

posted july 22nd - to be edited !

like any other day, you sat in your living room mindlessly listening to the tv blaring a brain frying romance reality show. you already ate dinner, though today you ate alone. despite the tv playing and the dishwasher running, the house was quiet.

‘he’s usually home by now, this is the fourth time this week.’ you thought.

your husband, miguel, worked at alchemax, the biggest scientific research company in all of new york. he was always so dedicated to his job, always giving it his all, but you are his wife. he always made time for you. you are his world. right?

new york, new york - 2089

6:03 pm : you run a small floral shop in new york right on the edge of broadway street. flowers are your favourite thing in the world — they’re so beautiful without even trying. you sat down, ready to take your first break of the day. a bad storm had hit the city the previous night and completely ruined your outdoor setup. what used to be a lovely arrangement of wooden shelves bathing in different floral collections you gardened became a mess of buckets, paper wrappings and loose flower petals. so, you spent the entirety of the day cleaning up and gathering the remains of your flowers.

you dusted your hands off on your apron and collapsed into your chair, a deep sigh following after. you closed your eyes and settled into relaxation, but suddenly..

door chime

your eyes jolt open. ‘seriously? the shop is open all day and no one comes in until now?’

you got up anyway. before your eyes at the entrance of the shop is a man. a tall man, nearly as tall as the door itself. he must’ve had to crouch to get in. he had messy brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, and a small scar on his left cheek.

you greeted him sweetly as he walked towards the counter and flashed a handsome smile, his canines slightly pointy. “evening,” he said politely, leaning one elbow on the counter. “i need a bouquet.” he said. duh. “well, you came to the right place,” you replied. “what kind of flowers are we looking for?”

the man thought for a second before sheepishly asking for advice.

“actually, they’re for my mother. i’m not very good at flowers or gifts, but it’s her birthday tomorrow.”

you gawk at this. ‘awww how sweet. does this mean he’s on the market??’ you thought. “oh, well, do you know her favourite colour?” you ask. “hm.. i know she likes pink. and yellow.”

you nod and walk past the counter, past the tall handsome man, and take a look around the shop. you come across a patch of pink dahlias and an idea pops into your head.

“might i suggest these lovely things? they make lovely centre pieces in assorted bouquets.” you say, your mouth curving into a smile as you make eye contact with the beautiful stranger. he smiles back. you hold up one of the flowers and he takes it into his hand, inspecting it as if it were some oddly creature — it was a flower. he rose the flower to his nose to smell it and his eyes closed in delight. he opened his eyes and looked into yours. ‘god his gaze is intense.’

“perfect.” he said with a small smile.

he had a certain look to him. not skeevy, not overbearing, he just looked good. now, not in an attractive sense (although that was definitely something that was on your mind) but in a human way — something about this man and his demeanour screamed “i’m a good man with a good heart who loves deeply.”

and at the time, little did you know, but the man thought nothing less of you. he knew for certain the second he saw you: that first visit to your floral shop would not be the last.

by the time miguel got home, it was already 4 o’clock in the morning. to say you were upset was an understatement.

yes, you were still awake, but only a little. you lay in bed scrolling on your phone as your eyelids weigh down on themselves, your brain fighting to keep them open. the idea of making sure miguel got home safe was the only thing keeping you up. and then, you hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking, followed by the kicking of boots and the dropping of a briefcase. miguel grunts.

in this moment you are livid. your husband has come home late in the past, yes, but never this late. before you know it, you’re on your feet again, awake as ever.

“miguel?” you call out as you leave the bedroom. the more you near the front door, the more you hear him panting. you get closer, and there he is. your husband is leaning against the wall, his scrunched up face showing nothing but pain. he has a few blood stains on his shirt, his hair is a disheveled mess, and the entirety expresses a deep exhaustion.

“oh my god, miguel,” you say in a sigh, rushing to him, your heartbeat picking up with every second. you grab onto his shoulders to support him from falling. “miguel, dios mío what happened to you??” you pleaded. “y/n,” he said in an exhale, “you should be asleep, my love.”

you couldn’t believe him. first, he comes home late. second, he’s clearly injured. and third, he’s completely ignoring the fact that he is injured.

“miguel..” he refuses to look at you. he can’t. “miguel look at me.” you say sternly, your voice slightly louder than normal.

miguel is convinced that in your entire marriage, and in the whole 11 years of you two knowing each other, you never raised your voice when you don’t have to. parties? sure. calling miguel down for dinner? of course. but when you’re upset with him? never.

miguel looks up at you, breathing heavily. his eyes are worn and weak. in this moment, he feels ashamed.

“what happened, miguel?” you said in a whisper, cupping his face in your hand. “who hurt you..” your other hand reaches his chest, his quick heartbeat along with the warmth of his skin seeping through his blood stained shirt. your faces were inches away, miguel could feel your breath on his nose. he only looked at you.

“miguel, please. talk to me.”

by now you were more desperate than upset with him. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. you and your husband aren’t the kind to keep secrets from each other. anything and everything about yourselves, the other could recite the fact in their sleep. so what happened this time? what’s been happening this week to make miguel think he had to hide and come home at ungodly hours? let alone covered in his own blood?

you reached for the buttons of his shirt and slowly undid them, and what was revealed shattered you. miguel’s chest was painted with scratches, and one big gash right across the middle. he could only look down with embarrassment. it was hard for him to know you were seeing him in this state.

the most that’d happen to him at work is a small cut on his hand that he’d play off as a paper cut, or even red eyes that he’d blame on being around too many chemicals. he was your strong husband, your miguel who never felt any pain, or showed it. him being this vulnerable infront of you made his heart clench. he never wanted you to see, to know. but this was inexcusable. he knows today is the day.

“y/n,” he said, breaking his silence. “cariño.”

he looks at you, for the first time in what felt like hours.

“i haven’t been good to you, and i know that.” he admits. “and i know that i’ve been coming home late, and dismissing your concerns when i do,” he takes your hand and gently holds it. “miguel-“ you start, but he interrupts you.

“my love, i hope you know i mean well. i only want to be good to you.” he assures you, almost begging for you to hear him out.

“i know that baby but-“ “but today is different, i know.”

you’re at a loss for words. on one hand, you’re extremely confused; where on earth is he going with this? but on the other hand, all you want is to kiss him, clean him up and go to bed.

“mi reina, i haven’t been 100% truthful with you. about my job.” he states. “i..”

miguel pauses, trying to think of the tamest way to tell you the truth without sugar coating it. “you..?” you say, getting impatient.

“i’m not just a scientist at alchemax.” he looks at your lips and back into your eyes. “what, you’re a shitty hit-man too?” you say, half joking, half serious. ‘dios bueno is going on..’ you think. “no.” he says in a sigh, “no i’m.. i’m..” “what is it miguel please..”

and then he says it.

“i’m spiderman.” he looks at you.

“you know, that guy that’s always on the news?”

“oh.. you’re.. you’re… are you serious?” you let go of him. miguel nods. he isn’t surprised, he knew this wasn’t easy information digest.

the news stories didn’t exactly show is best side either. sure, he helped people, but he’s killed people too. out of malice? no, definitely not. but for the sake of the civilians? give or take a few. and miguel knew exactly what you thought of vigilante types.

“i just wish they didn’t hurt anyone at all,” he recalled you saying one evening. “this spider guy would be a lot better in my eyes if he just saved a kitty stuck in a tree once in a while.” to which miguel would get defensive and argue that “maybe he’s doing his best not to hurt them, honey.”

it all started to make sense.

“please let me explain.”

“explain..” you say in disbelief. “oh yeah take a minute to explain this huge secret you’ve been hiding for how long?!” you exclaimed. here comes the anger once again.

“y/n, please just hear me out.”

you look at his face, and then at his wounds, and suddenly you remember who you’re yelling at.

he was stupid to lie to you. really stupid. but you love miguel, you’ve loved him since you met him that one evening in ‘89. so you cross your arms and stay quiet.

“i wanted to tell you, my love. i did. and i should’ve. but.. you just don’t understand.”

“understand what, miguel?” you ask, so quietly you’re almost certain he didn’t hear. your heart hurts.

“i kept this from you to keep you safe.” he explained, and you scoff. he can’t be serious.

“miguel-“

“i know you, cariño. i know that if you knew, you would find a way to get involved and end up getting hurt. i could lose you.” he takes a step forward and reaches out for your waist, pulling you closer. you give in.

“i’m involved regardless, miguel. i’m your wife.” you explain, desperate to show him that you care. “we’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

you’re looking up at him with teary eyes, the same eyes that miguel fell in love with years ago. miguel’s got many weaknesses with you, but your eyes have proven themselves fail proof. the way you’re looking at him makes his entire brain go fuzzy.

miguel sighs. he knows you’re right. all of a sudden, his shoulders feel 10x heavier with all the guilt he’s carrying.

“you’re..” you pause. you have to think.

“you’re spiderman,” you whisper nervously, “but you’re my miguel first.”

miguel is taken aback by this. the anger he expected, but this? he did not prepare for.

“i don’t want you to feel as if you have to hide who you are.” you gently trace the scar on his cheek. “if this is who you are,” you say, gently touching around his injuries, “i still love you miguel.”

the weight on his shoulders is lifted. he knew you loved him, but the confrontation inevitably led him to think that might not last.

he sighs, “i just don’t want to let you get hurt, my love. i could never forgive myself if i did.” he looks at you longingly.

“if i promise to stay out of it,” you grab his hand, “to stay as far away from all the danger you face..” he gives you a sorry look. “would you just trust me?”

“i love you y/n, i do trust you. you are my entire universe and more.” his usually furrowed eyebrows are softened and his heartbeat had calmed down. “and i.. i’m sorry for not telling you. for making you feel like i don’t trust you. i really do,” he leans his forehead against yours. you can feel his breath again, but this time, it’s breaths of relief.

“i forgive you, miguel.”

his eyes are deep, but you’re close enough to see that his pupils dilate at the sound of your mercy. miguel felt his body regain strength, rejuvenating itself. he leaned in to kiss you softly, so soft in fear that if he was too rough then you’d crumble away and disappear. the kiss was gentle and loving, but the feeling that lingered after was begging for more.

your eyes remain gazing at only each other and you both smile wistfully.

“whaddya say we get you cleaned up and in bed,” you say, comfortingly rubbing his shoulders. miguel chuckles.

“only if you’re gonna help me,” he said, looking at you in a way that showed he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you jokingly roll your eyes, smiling.

“lead the way, mi héroe.”

spanish glossary :

dios mío - oh my god

dios bueno - good god

cariño - my dear, sweetie, honey

mi reina - my queen

mi héroe - my hero

#miguel ohara angst #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara fluff #miguel fucking o’hara #i love miguel ohara #atsv fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara oneshot #atsv oneshot #miguel ohara scenario #miguel o’hara #AHHH FIRST POST

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teawizard · 11 months

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My WDTAJN entry for Meme/Comedy - The Joke from The Future

I love this meme so much

So yeah I really wanted to publish as soon as possible so no one else would have used that meme before me. This is why the comic looks kinda messy, but I'm very proud of myself ':D

Here's the comic on one photo:

And a 'template' version if somehow someone would want to make a joke using this setup:

#bruno madrigal #wdtajn #encanto bruno #i had to go through hell to make this happen #encanto mirabel #encanto camilo #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #I think after that Bruno Mira and Camilo would occaisionally make random noises as if reading the link from the vision and call it #The Joke from The Future #teawizard art #teawizard_art

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Cherry Magic TH Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we began our foray into the GMMTV take on Cherry Magic, and it started strong. They kept all of the early setup recognizable from the Japanese adaptation. Achi just turned 30, is an underachiever at work, and is a virgin. He is bombarded by everyone's thoughts when his powers manifest: he hears the internal monologue of anyone he touches. At first he is overwhelmed by this, and surprised to learn that Karan, the office star, has a crush on him. He's been helping a new junior, Rock, and decided to stay late at work to cover for Rock so he could see his partner. Karan also stayed late to help Achi, and has taken Achi back to his place to stay the night.

Overall, I'm enjoying the changes so far.

I'm glad GMMTV has been including the nicknames for the actors in English, since that's how much of us find and follow them.

Wait, Square Enix has rights on this story?

The room is messy? I'm going to fight him.

Tay and New were actually the best choice for these characters. Newwie is better modulating his performance than he did as Kao years ago. The pajama scene is really excellent.

HE EMBROIDERED A REFERENCE TO HIS MOLE ON THE PAJAMAS. OMG.

I knew Karan wouldn't let me down by kissing a sleeping person. I appreciate them letting us have a peek at Tay's chest though.

Take notes, babies! You gotta practice your cooking so you stay ready for your crush.

I like that Achi is internally mulling over how someone acting on their crush feels for him.

This tie scene is new, but I love it.

Oh, I like mirroring Rock's breakup with Achi wondering if it's okay to let Karan care for him. People should consider the role of reciprocity in love and affection.

The audio mix for this show is surprisingly good. Sounds are coming from the correct speakers.

Wondering if we'll flash back to the boss's thoughts later.

I'm so happy to see Mark again. I love the way he's playing this version of Minato so far.

Okay, reading the cat was funny. I like Jinta.

Oh, Achi, you're giving me secondhand embarrassment.

Newwie looks good in this brown suit.

I don't mind how much more explicit about feelings this version is being. This episode directly exploring what the polite boundaries are around crushes has been really good.

I like the not-date turning into a company hangout, though I wonder why Karan and Achi weren't originally invited.

Pai definitely knows something's up with Karan and Achi.

Two rooftop scenes two days in a row? I need OffGun to come through for us tomorrow too.

Will Rock come running up next week like Rokkaku? I kinda hope he doesn't.

Tits next week!!!

This is a good adaptation so far. I like the way this episode meditated on the social politics of a crush, and how an unexpressed crush can be painful for both parties. Karan is carefully toeing a line and afraid of making Achi uncomfortable, and Achi is worried about taking advantage of Karan or leading him on. We end on Achi assuring he doesn't view Karan negatively, setting us up for the next phase of this. I'm deeply impressed.

#cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #cherry magic 2023 #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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moonstardreamer17 · 27 days

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katsudeku/dekubaku gifs compilation to make (my) someones day, just a little bit better part 2

This is just honestly me, missing ✨actual✨ ktdk canon interactions (plus them talking with eachother) moments in the manga...

So here's my favorite anime gifs of Izuku x Kacchan yayyyy🙈

part 2 yaaaaaa 🗣️

Because, I was being bored & depressed random again 🙃😢🤧😔

cue dkbk emoji montage 🧡💚🥦💥🐺🐏🐰😼

Uploaded during: 4/9/2024

P.S: 🚨slight content warning for sensitive scenes plus possible spoilers for those who aren't caught up yet🚨

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part 1 link of this compilation 👈🏻

#ktdk #dkbk #bkdk #katsudeku #dekubaku #dynadeku #decchan #katsuizu #izukatsu #bakudeku #midobaku #mha spoilers #this is very self indulgent #a kinda messy setup #part 2

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fuck-customers · 5 months

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I wish there was a way I could convince my boss to get on board with the idea of a suggestion box, so that all of us employees could anonymously write suggestions for how to improve the store + things we'd like that might make us more productive, feel more appreciated, etc. But there's no way for me to bring it up without making it seem like the reason for the box is because she's such a fuckup as a manager. (Because that is the real reason lmao) She's also the type who would read a legitimate constructive criticism and scoff and wave it off as us asking for something extremely unreasonable or make up some bullshit about how xyz can't be done to improve the store because there's not enough hours, or crew, or money in the budget, whatever. I can actually picture her doing that.

The past few days I've been obsessed with this idea (mostly because I had a nightmare shift that would've easily been avoided had she done her job and managed correctly and assigned people to do the setup work beforehand) but I can't think of a way to get her on board. I've considered just making a box myself and putting it in the breakroom with some pens and paper scraps, but I predict it wouldn't even be a full day before she tosses it out.

So, just to get some off my chest, I'm going to put some of the suggestions I WOULD'VE written here.

•Either bring back the stocking crew that came in at 5:00 a.m. before the store opened or schedule extra people on delivery days to stay in the stockroom and unbox all products and sort them by department/aisle BEFORE putting product out on the sales floor.

(This one is a direct reference to the stocking shift I recently had that was a nightmare because none of the stock had been pre-sorted by department, which was done in the past by the stocking crew, so we had to open boxes and sort them on the sales floor while simultaneously stocking items, while the store was open and we were constantly interrupted by customers. This made stocking take at least double, if not triple the time it would've taken. That delivery was a week ago, and the boxes are STILL sitting on the sales floor, half-stocked)

•While stocking, have each employee price tag each individual item, as our stock does not arrive pre-tagged, so that customers are not confused about the prices, since upper management removed the store scanners.

•Assign the ASM or a lead to exclusively do the schedule so that the schedule is regularly posted the 3 weeks out, as required, not 3 days out.

•Assign a lead or promote a non-management employee to be a trainer to correctly train the new hires.

(As of right now, new hires are hired and then basically thrown on the floor and told to figure it out and fend for themselves, obviously leading to many mistakes that need to be unfucked by the rest of the crew, they'll ask other employees for help, but most of those employees were "trained" in the same method, so they'll show the new hires the wrong way, the blind leading the blind, essentially)

•Schedule more than 1 person per department, this way there is adequate coverage in the event of a rush, plus in downtime, one employee can assist customers while the other does go-backs/recovery and makes the department look neat and presentable.

(The store looks like a tornado hit it currently) (I also know this one is probably a union-busting thing, but honestly? Remember KM@rts and how messy they always looked? My store makes KM@rt look like a model store)

•Do some morale boosters. Every employee in the store looks like they're in prison. (We kinda are) We literally got an online review (that SHE HERSELF PRINTED OUT) that stated that we all looked miserable and looked like we needed a moral boost. We desperately do. The real solution would be better pay and hours, but we know you, the SM don't have that much control over that. You could do small things, though. The previous ASM would regularly bring in snacks for the breakroom for us, would regularly have potlucks on holidays that brought us all together, she would also make sure to regularly tell each of us that we were appreciated and would recognize our hard work. Even if it was bs, it still raised morale.

ANYWAY, thank you for letting me rant. ✨️🙌

P.S. I know obviously none of you know my boss, since I'm anonymous and didn't specify where I work (for obvious reasons) but do any of you think the suggestions box thing has even a slim chance of working? In my head, I wasn't going to tell her it was my idea or ask permission, I was just going to set up the box in the breakroom and throw in a few of my own suggestions and see if any of my coworkers add their own. Because I felt if I asked permission or told my boss my idea, she'd take offense that I was indirectly calling her a fuckup (she is) and undermining her authority or some bullshit like that. Or do you guys think if I just do it without telling anyone, she might be curious and at least look at a few suggestions? Or should I ask her to set one up? I really don't think that would go well, personally.

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lupeloto · 9 months

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mickey birthday ficlet🥳

i wrote a little drabble about mickey’s birthday morning in the gallagher-milkovich household. it’s quick and maybe slightly ooc bc fuck it we hall but yes here you go!

The Sun is peaking through the light gray curtains draped across their bedroom window. Ian stands in the doorway, mesmerized by the way it shines against his husband's pale skin, the brightness making his long eyelashes flutter slightly. He had planned to let Mickey sleep in on his special day, but it had been a couple hours and Ian had already made breakfast, so he decides to wake him up in an extra special way.

However, he finds himself paralyzed in that position, admiring the beauty of the curves in his toned arms, the stubble scattered across his face, the light dusting of freckles that Mickey never even really noticed he had before Ian started doting on them.

"Fuck you starin' at, Gallagher?," Mickey opens one eye slightly, not moving from his position on the bed.

A smile spreads across Ian's face, "Oh nothing, just a very special person on his very special day..." Ian know he sounds corny, but he doesn't care, besides, he knows Mickey loves it.

"Huh?" Mickey question, rubbing his eyes and turning over on his back.

Ian makes his way over to the bed, placing his legs on each side of Mickey's waist, straddling him. He reaches his hand down every so slightly beneath the waistband oh his boxers, "Happy Birthday," he says with an endearing grin that Mickey can't help but respond to with an even wider one.

At that, Ian pops up, "Alright, come on, I made breakfast." He reaches his hand out for Mickey, a smug smile spread across his face.

"You fuckin' tease." Mickey scoffs, placing his hand in Ian's and letting his husband yank him up.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Ian asks, as if he doesn't already have a whole day planned, knowing Mickey would try to brush off the day as if it's just like any other one.

"Dunno, man, kinda forgot about it anyway," Mickey shrugs, hesitating before continuing, "Didn't really do that stuff growin' up. Most I got on my birthday was a comment from Terry about how glad he is that I'm another year closer to getting out of his way and some little homemade gift from Mandy most years."

Ian yanks him closer, one hand on his hips and another cupping the back of his head, scanning his face with slightly sad eyes. He attempted to maintain a neutral expression, but he isn't exactly known for "playing it cool."

"What?" Mickey spits, "Don't gimme that pity shit, man," he shakes his head, looking down and attempting to pull away. Ian, however, strengthens his grip and brings him back,

"I'm not pitying you, Mick. I'm just happy that I've got you now, that's all. You haven't lived till you've had Ian Gallagher's special birthday breakfast, that's all I'm sayin." He shrugs with a cute one-sided grin. Fuck, Mickey loves him so goddamn much.

With that, Ian turns Mickey around, covering his eyes with both hands, his large hands practically covering his entire face.

"Jesus christ, Ian, is this really necessary?" Mickey asks, but Ian can feel his grin against his hands.

"Shut up, yes it's extremely necessary."

"Better not open my eyes to a fuckin' baby and a crib or some shit."

Ian ignores him until they reach the kitchen, uncovering his eyes to reveal his whole birthday setup. There's a homemade streamer, clearly made by Franny, that reads "Happy Birthday Uncle Mickey" in sideways, messy lettering. There are a couple of paper-bag wrapped presents under the banner and a full breakfast set-up at the table with a stack of banana pancakes, topped with whipped cream and sprinkles, a pot of fresh coffee, and one little blue balloon tied to the chair. Personally, all that sweet shit so early in the morning makes him a little nauseous, but he knows Mickey has always liked sweet shit, so he whipped something up.

Mickey fails to fight the smile that takes him over as Ian stands to the side, clearly proud of his ensemble. He knows Mickey isn't one for flare or big celebrations, but he had to do something,

"Franny made the banner," he smiles shyly, "Forgot that when I told her to make one for you, she would write "uncle" in front of it."

"Yeah I can see that," Mickey laughs, "It's fuckin perfect," he turns to Ian, his hand coming up to caress his cheek, "You know you really are the softest motherfucker I know?"

Ian closes his eyes playfully, "Mmhm, you love it," he kisses Mickey gently, "Happy Birthday, Mick." He studies the pattern of freckles on Mickey's face a moment longer, his eyes scanning up and down before pulling away and lightly shoving Mickey towards the table, "Okay gimme a full pancake review. Don't spare me," he says dramatically as Mickey rolls his eyes before taking a seat.

He takes his first bite, moaning dramatically.

“Okay I get that they’re good…but that’s scarily close to you orgasm face,” Ian jokes.

“What can I say, you bring it out in me, Gallagher…” he raises his eyebrows with a smirk before returning to his pancakes. Ian smiles to himself as they finish breakfast, admiring the look on Mickey’s face, admiring that he is the one who put it there. It’s fucking perfect.

#this is corny as helllll i know but whateverrrre #mickey gets happy birthdays from here on out and that is THAT #ian gallagher #gallavich #shameless #gallavich one shot #mickey milkovich #gallavich fan fiction #gallavich fic

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So apparently Cross makes his own shampoo and it makes me think he makes one for Allen too under the excuse that as his Apprentice, Allen reflects Cross. He would say "stupid Apprentice, you need this, your hair is so white the smallest dirt will be visible" but he says this because he knows Allen wouldn't accept "fancy" toiletries that were desgined for his specific needs so his skin doesn't dry out, his hair is neither coarse nor oily, just perfectly hydrated and smelling nice.

YESSSS!

Just like "Tch no apprentice of mine is gonna have disgusting hair. Use this!"

"But master what is this? It smells expensi-"

"Stop asking such stupid questions!"

Nah but like I was thinking on how to incorporate this tidbit in my modern AU...

And I can just imagine child Allen "helping Dadmake his hair potions". This also kinda works with the whole setup I have where Allen becomes very educated on hair and maybe even exceeds Cross...

I mean despite making his own shampoo mfer's hair is still messy af. Or at least later on in the manga. It looks like his hair is nice and sleek when Allen was younger. Has Cross stopped his hair care or has been struggling with it on his 4 yr mission to find the Akuma egg? Who knows....

But also his hair was out into a ponytail...now he doesn't have it in one.

#dgm #allen walker #d gray man #cross marian #ask answered

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abugwritesstuff · 1 year

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The Princes React to MC Being Sick: Toa

i headcanon that toa has an anxiety problem so that's where this story kinda goes lol. as before: in honor of being sick, here's a toa fic about caring for the mc if she's ill.

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“Sherry Invidia.”

“Here!” “Rio Voleri.”

“I’m here!”

“Aquia Avari.”

“H-here, sir!”

“MC.”

Toa looked up from his attendance sheet after a beat of silence, scanning the room for his seemingly silent paramour. Usually before one of his classes they’d meet and she’d come to assist in the setup, but she’d been absent- no matter, he’d thought. Perhaps she was otherwise occupied in her studies. Perhaps she’d been accosted by one of her friends and would come in with the crowd of other students. But as Toa had become engrossed in his preparations, he’d hardly looked up until that moment and was startled to find no evidence of her anywhere.

“Hmm. Absent,” he muttered, crossing an X in the box beside her name. He gave a questioning look to the Voleri-Invidia pair who sat in the usual spots. When she wasn’t with him, she was often with them- but they shook their heads.

“I haven’t seen her all day,” Rio volunteered.

“She retired early last night after we had tea together, but I haven’t seen her since then. I thought she was with you.” Sherry said, her face drawn into an expression of concern.

Toa shook his head, dispelling the incoming tide of anxious thoughts. “It’s nothing to be concerned about. Let’s begin with today’s lesson.”

But even as the lesson progressed, Toa’s anxiety built. He instructed students on their activities in a well-hidden fog, fidgeting with his hands slightly and glancing at the clock on the wall. Time had never moved so slowly. Different scenarios played through his mind. Had his sister sent some minion of his after her? Had Avari captured her somewhere? What if she’d snuck off into town on some flight of fancy and met trouble there? Wouldn’t her little cat have sent word? Perhaps he should have insisted on her staying in his chambers.

The bell rang.

Toa jumped, startled out of his thoughts. Shaking his head, he dismissed the students and quickly reset the room as they poured out, sending vials and bottles rattling back to their places on the shelves and quickly stacking assignments into their spots. He tossed his bag over his shoulder and shoved in his personal effects.

“Uh, Toa?”

He turned to find Knight peering up at him, looking concerned. “You seem off.”

Toa pressed a hand to his chest to find that his heart was beating at an uncomfortably rapid staccato. He let out a breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. “...Perhaps. I am going to go verify MC’s wellbeing, if you don’t mind cleaning the rest of this up on your own.”

Knight nodded. “Of course.”

The walk (or was it a run, almost?) to her chambers was something he would struggle to recall later. One moment he was leaving the classroom and the next he was at her door, knocking rapidly and wringing his hands anxiously. “It’s me.”

After a few moments the door opened and Toa came face to face with her little winged cat, hovering at face level with a worried expression. “Prince Toa! I’m glad you’re here! Milady is bedridden with some sort of illness!” he mewed.

Toa brushed past the cat to find his paramour curled in bed, hair swept off her face in a messy bun and face flushed a vibrant pink. Tendrils of her hair clung to her skin and her comforter was pulled up all the way underneath her chin. Her eyes seemed misty and she sneezed into her arm as he came near and pulled a chair to sit by her side. He pressed a hand to her forehead and winced at the heat emanating off her.

“You’re unwell.”

She drew in a rattling breath and coughed a bit. “...Yeah,” she croaked. “Sorry I couldn’t make it to class today.”

Toa shrugged off his jacket and laid it at the end of the bed, rolling up his sleeves. “Don’t apologize,” he murmured. He turned to the cat and tilted his head to the door. “Go tell Knight to bring my medical bag from the infirmary. And to rearrange my schedule for the day.” At this, the cat nodded enthusiastically and sped from the room. Toa laid his hand to his chest again, sucking in a breath.

“You don’t have to-”

“I do have to,” Toa interrupted. “First of all, I am in charge of the infirmary most days, so caring for you is in my purview and my duty. Secondly,” and at this, he leaned in close and pressed a shaky kiss to her brow, holding her cheeks gingerly in his palms. “...I am your paramour. I would hardly be worthy of that title if I abandoned you when you fell ill.” He straightened up and studied her face, willing away any signs of protest. “Now, tell me about how you are feeling? Did anything preclude this? Did you consume anything strange? When did your symptoms begin?”

She was silent for a long few seconds, wracking her fuzzy mind for details. “I didn’t eat anything strange. I started feeling off last night- no, in the afternoon. I felt so tired. And cold. I took a bath early last night and went to bed because my throat was hurting and my body felt achy and I couldn’t get myself warm.”

“You should have sent word for me. I could have helped then.”

“Yeah, but… you had paperwork last night.”

Toa sighed. “I’ll always have paperwork. And it can always be done later. You matter more to me than work.” He took her hand into his and brushed his thumb across her knuckles absently, feeling the tension beginning to loosen around his shoulders. “I’d thought perhaps something awful had happened to you when you didn’t come to class.”

She frowned. “You were worried about me?”

He smiled awkwardly. “I always am.”

At that moment, Knight and the cat burst in, the valet nearly breathless and immediately thrusting out Toa’s bag. “‘Ere you are, Toa,” Knight gasped out, crouching over with hands to knees for a moment. “I came as quick as I could. How is she faring? Shall I go get anything else?”

Toa pulled vials and bottles and salves out of his bag, lining them up on the bedside table. “It’s a viral illness,” he replied, to which Knight slumped in relief. “But if you could bring tea and soup from the kitchens- I doubt she’s eaten today.”

Knight bowed. “On it. I will be back. Kitten, assist me.”

“A-Ah, yes Master Knight!”

The pair ran from the room and Toa continued to assemble a medication, mixing together liquids and powders and imbuing them with magic slowly. “I saw you frown when I mentioned eating. You lack an appetite, then?” he asked, not looking up from his work.

She pursed her lips. “...Yeah. Nothing sounds good. I’d rather not…” she mumbled.

“You have to,” Toa replied curtly, pouring one last vial into the mixture and shaking it in slow, fluid motions. “You won’t recover if you don’t fuel yourself properly. Here.” He turned with the bottle in hand and poured a small amount into a cup, offering it to her. “Drink this.”

Slowly she sat up- Toa magically propped up her pillows as she did -and she took the glass, downing it and then sputtering into a cough. “Uck! That tastes awful.”

Toa took the glass back and chuckled a bit. “I should imagine so, yes. But it’s effective.” With that, he went to the fire and sparked the remaining wood logs into a roaring fire, sending the room into a warm glow. The room was by no means actually cold but he’d seen the fine hairs on her arms standing up and realized she was still extremely cold, despite the feverish sweat gathered on her forehead. He smiled to himself, watching her sigh in relief as the room became warmer.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. “I appreciate this.”

Toa sat back down at her side, once again taking her hands into his and kissing them. “Always.”

She tugged on him slightly, moving back slowly and then patting the open space beside her. “You don’t have to sit there. Come in here with me,” she whispered. Her eyes were half-lidded and almost closed, nearly delirious with exhaustion.

Toa allowed himself to be slowly pulled into the bed until both of them were snug beneath the covers and she was sidled up next to him, her head resting on his chest, her arm across his chest and her leg thrown over his. He stroked a hand through the free tendrils of her hair and listened to the shaky, weak pattern of her breathing. Already her coloring was looking better, despite the severity of her illness- something that relieved him enough to let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Promise me something,” he whispered to her, tucking her in closer.

“Mmmhm?”

He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “In the future… Always tell me when you need my help. Please. For my sake. I need… I need to know you’re safe and well.”

“...Okay. I promise.”

He listened as she fell asleep against him. Outside, the sound of rain was pattering in increasing intensity against the window. In combination with the roaring fire, Toa found himself becoming drowsy as well and waved a hand to extinguish the lit candles lining the room until the room was enmeshed in darkness. The heat and weight of her body against him felt like a precious, fragile thing and Toa swallowed the growing lump in his throat.

“She’s fine… she’s perfectly fine…” he whispered to himself. He tilted his head to stare down at her- her long lashes and pink lips, her flushed cheeks and the shape of her nose. Every bit of her was completely and utterly perfect. The thought of her suffering or worse made him shudder. He squeezed her in closer and closed his eyes again, vowing to always protect her and keep her well as the sound of the rain lulled him to sleep alongside her.

#court of darkness #toa qelsum

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roadtophantom · 8 months

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Let your S(e)oul take you where you long to be (III) - Cho Seung-woo

(part three of my neverending travelogue, I thought I'll just write one but this already got long)

I think it didn't quite hit me that I was seeing Phantom even when I went in the theatre, likely because of travel adrenaline? I was still a bit dazed coming in and I didn't quite settle until the show started. But also it was so warm and tight that it's hard to get a semblance of personal space.

But it didn't take long because Charlotte Theatre is small and it kinda really wraps itself around the stage. At least that's how I felt.

Because when the overture started and the sparks came off, I was sucked right in.

But listen. Hearing the organ played in person and watching the chandelier make its steady ascent, coming from a lockdown of 3 or so years after fighting tooth and nail to be on that seat, were enough to reduce me to actual tears.

I was sobbing behind my face mask — a souvenir from the pandemic that is sadly here to stay— as reality finally hit me that I managed to live to see another Phantom show when such a possibility didn't exist then, and it's as real as the chandelier looming large before my very eyes.

Second was seeing the proscenium in its fullest glory. Unfortunately, 2delier and the stripped down World Tour revival stage cannot possibly hold a candle to the magnificence of a complete replica set. I haven't seen this setup since 10 years ago in Singapore (not counting HK coz that was an arena and it's a bit different).

I'm reviewing both performances at once because I saw them in 24 hours and it will help me make (healthy) comparisons.

But I think I want to write about the Korean production as a whole first. I've read that it took a while for the local production to mount another POTO KR because of the scale and the demands of the show and the producers want to get everything perfect.

And I think they really did, or at least one that approaches sheer excellence in acting, singing, dancing, all that.

The ballerinas are in step with each other, the cast harmonizes so beautifully even in Prima Donna which tends to go messy and overwhelming...As a full company they are undefeatable.

And I've seen some of the most heartrending performances and heard the most exquisite voices in these two shows.

During my week in Seoul, I managed to catch a movie on cable TV led by Cho Seung-woo called Inside Men and he played this prosecutor who is smart, ambitious, and hellbent for justice. He was all suits, yanked neckties, and cigarettes. A cool hero you wanna root for. And in the first movie I've seen of him (The Classic), he plays a young Romeo with such pure ideals on love and friendship, again a good guy you can't help but love and feel hurt for.

The Phantoms - Cho Seung-woo

Those are barely a scratch on the surface of the veteran actor's stellar filmography and theatre work. His versatility is undisputed, and he's played everything from Hedwig to Sweeney Todd until he finally took on the challenge as the Phantom, which is still so mindblowing to me.

There was no hint of swagger, coolness, or goodness in Cho Seung-woo's Phantom. He is basically the anti-cute Phantom. This is the sewer rat, the stone gargoyle on the roof, the cantankerous old neighbor you don't wanna deal with. He made that especially clear from the mirror scene, as he openly sneered at Raoul's attempts at Christine.

The Phantoms I've seen would try to play up being angel, ghost or even just try to present themselves as an educated gentleman forced under very unfortunate circumstances, but Cho Seung-woo's Phantom is well frankly, truly what you'd expect of a creature living in an underground lake. He isn't shy or afraid to be menacing because that's...what's on the script anyway, right?

With one caveat, he can't bear to be ugly in front of Christine who is his weakness from the very beginning.

His Music of the Night gives a sneak peek of the kind of desolation and yearning he feels for her. He also peppers his performances throughout with whispers of "Christine" (even after MOTN) which I realized is his desperate plea of help.

Cho Phantom loses his temper quite easily, he's delighted like Rumpelstiltskin dancing around the fire when he plays tricks at Carlotta, unafraid to play up his monster persona to get his way. But this evil facade falls in front of Christine. Of course he tries to put up that mean act, but eventually he is just this awkward teenage boy with a first-ever crush. He is so hyperaware of his appearance in front of her. He practically worships her.

So imagine in PONR, he groans at Christine's advances and in AIAOY reprise he is almost on his knees begging her to please take pity and accept him.

In Final Lair, he recoils after Christine kisses him in a 'Why would you do that to yourself? Why touch a cursed creature like me with your perfect being? Please don't corrupt yourself' way. And when she goes back to return the ring, he really tried to wipe his hands on his pants, fix himself because he had to at least try to be less horrible as he already is in front of his idol.

As a singer, CSW can carry the notes, but he is not the best singer, not in front of actual tenors in the cast.

Yet his nuanced acting, the level of sensitivity and hyper-awareness he has, the kind of vulnerability he exposes to Christine at Final Lair is one of a kind. You can see he dug into the psychology of the character, imagined how it was like living miserably like him and how it's like to lose everything when he lets Christine, his only source of light and happiness, go.

You feel a lot of things when he's on stage, I truly felt so sorry for him, because his Phantom was such that the world truly let him down. So many realizations you'll see of his character. I think his was the most humanistic rendition of the role I've seen so far. It's a solid performance, and I understand he likes to change the details up every show, no wonder his shows sell out so fast.

#cho seung woo #rtp goes to seoul #Phantom of the Opera #gonna do my best and write the rest and finish this whole thing 😭😭#but the words they are not quite wording

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