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sterredem · 2 months

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Big steps

Lando Norris x Royal!Reader

Face claim: girls on Pinterest + Taylor swift (for outfits)

Summary: meeting the royal family a big step for Lando, especially when they are your girlfriends familie… and the media is there too

Word count: 1987

Warning: hate?, not proofread

A/N: this is the fic for the results of the poll! I hope you like it. I chose England as the country because I thought it would be interesting with the whole akte Middleton thing. I do not know a lot about the real royal family but this is how i imagine it.

Also reader will be the oldest daughter of Princess Kate and prince William she will be 22 years old. I know this will not be logical with the time line of them being married and stuff but we will just ignore that.

Y/n knew that her life was different, she was the princess nonetheless. But she didn’t expect this.

She had always loved motor sports and when she got the chance to attend a race in her country she always did.

But still she didn’t see this coming. It all happened so fast. First them meeting, him not knowing who she was so making a fool out of himself. Then Agee that him figuring it out and still liking her for her. Not het status or fame, no just her. Then them continuing to talk for a while. And then a few months after him asking the big questions, her saying yes and the now.

Het introduceren het boyfriend Lando Norris to her family. And of course he had met them already. They where the royal family of England his home land after all. But still, this was different.

Because now he will be introduced as her boyfriend. And that was pretty big thing for him, he will first be meeting her parents and with the recent controversy surrounding princess Kate that will be a bit nerve wracking for him. But after that it will be a bit more relaxing and he will meet her siblings.

But he knew this would come eventually, he was dating the princess so he should meet the royal family eventually. And now that it had been a few months since him asking her it was about time for him to meet them.

So when Lando arrived at the gates of Adelaide Cottage and saw y/n standing there in her full beauty with her gorgeous yellow flower dress he knew he was in for a rollercoaster.

So after taking a deep breath he walked forward to his girlfriend to meet her family.

“Het Lan. You ready?” She asked with her charming smile and her kind voice.

“Yeah. Just a bit nervous.” He said with a small laugh trying to not make it awkward.

“Hey it’s going to be alright. They are going to love you and you are going to see that the royal family is not just a bunch of rich people that rule the country.” She said teasing him a bit with his Nieves but still keeping it light.

“Okay. I’m ready love.” He said now being a bit more relaxed with what the princess said.

“Okay. Come on I will show you around first and then you can meet my parents.” She said while grabbing his hand and gently tugging him towards the garden. “We should go around the garden first and then I will show you the inside, but there might be a chance we will run into my family so that’s why I will first show you the outside.”

“Okay that’s good” Lando said while walking after her. “Hey y/n…?” Lando asked now nervous again with what he wanted to ask.

“Yeah? What is going on love?” She asked wanting to know what her boyfriend was nervous about.

“Umm… have you’re family said anything about me?” He asked now a bit embarrassed about asking. But he wanted to know because they were her family after all. So if they already thought something about him then he wanted to know so that he knew how to make a good first impression.

“Well they asked about you yeah. And they asked the basic things and did a background check. But they think you are all good. They only know the basic facts and a few of the things I have told you.” She said smiling a bit while talking. Thinking it was cute with how he was so worried with how they will think about her.

But the princess knew that they would like the driver. They did to the search because you wouldn’t want the princess to date a serial killer. But they did it and he was all good. And with a few things she told them about. They seem to be excited about meeting him. But it is maybe not the best time with princess Kate recently being diagnosed with cancer and with the loads of controversy around the family. But now that it was all revealed it was about time for them to meet her boyfriend of 9 months.

She also knew that it was almost a year in there relationship and that he I shuts know meeting her family. But with them both being busy they just hadn’t hat the time.

“Okay that’s good.” The driver said now being relaxed again. But still having doubts in his mind.

After that they walked around the garden and talked a bit more.

When they were done outside they got to the entrance and she showed him the inside.

When she showed his most of the house, he only had a few more rooms to see. But she knew that her family would be in those rooms. So she stood still for a second to talk to him.

“Okay Lando. On that room will be my parents. Are you ready?” She asked a bit nervous for him. She knew that they would like- no even love him.

“I think I am. Just mentally prepared myself” he laughed a bit while saying the last bit. He was less nervous than when he arrived but it still isn’t fully gone.

“Hey it’s going to be fine. My parents are probably the most nerve wracking but when we meet my siblings it will be a lot better.

Lando thought about it and prepared a bit more. He took a few deep breaths and then looked up at his princess again. “Okay I’m ready”

“Okay, come on in.” She said with a smile squeezing his hand softly and leading him in to the room. She opens the door slowly after looking at him one last time.

“Hey, we are here” y/n said tugging Lando in the room with her and then closing the door. Her parents sat at the table at the room and when they saw them they stood up and walked to them.

“Hello Lando, it’s good to finally meet you.” Prince William said to Lando while shaking his head.

“Hello Lando it’s nice to finally meet you. We have heard a lot about you.” Princess Kate said with a smile on her face while shaking her head after her husband was done.

“Hello it is an honour to meet you.” he said with a shy smile after shaking the royal pair’s hands.

The youngest princess in the room smiled at her boyfriend and her parents. She was happy that they finally met.

After a bit of ice breaking with small talk they were all a lot more comfortable with each other.

After what seemed really short but was actually an hour Lando and y/n decided that they should meet her siblings. So they said goodbye to her parents and made a promise to meet again and then walked a bit further into the house to the next room with her siblings.

Lando was a lot less nervous to meet them. He met her parents and that was good so meeting Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis would also be alright.

Once they came to the room his girlfriend turned to him. “Okay this will be more relaxing. They know you and will probably first be a bit protective but then they will be more teasing. So nothing to worry about.” She said while smiling.

“Okay. I’m ready love” Lando said feeling relaxed with his girlfriend.

She opened the door and they walked in. Her siblings turned to her and immediately stood up. They walked towards the pair and inspected Lando immediately.

“So you are Lando? Y/n’a boyfriend?” Princess Charlotte asked.

George begin talking immediately after. “Wait are you the racing driver?” He asked getting a bit excited with that he and his sister both like Formula 1.

Lando didn’t even get to speak because Prine Louis began talking “so you are the man she can’t stop talking about” he said with a teasing smile.

Y/n was already beginning to get tired with them so interrupted them before they were going to overwhelm Lando with questions. “Okay guys stop with all that. Yes this is my boyfriend, Lando. Lando this is George, Charlotte and Louis. Guys this is Lando. And yes George he is the racing driver. And Louis don’t say that.”

“Hello everyone” Lando said already going in to his being with kids mode a bit.

After the first bit of the awkward conversation it all became better and y/n was right. They were now a lot more teasing instead of protective. But it was still fun.

And they asked a lot of questions. Like ‘what was it like with Lewis Hamilton?’ ‘Have you really not won a race?’ ‘What is it like being a F1 driver?’ And Lando was able to answer every one of them. And he enjoyed it a lot. He enjoyed hanging out with his girlfriend and her siblings. And enjoyed there questions and there small arguments and teasing bond.

After what again felt quite short but what was actually 2 hours they decided that it was a long enough day and said goodbye to her siblings. They again promised to meet again and now walked outside to the car.

“So what did you think?” y/n asked with a small smile thinking back with how good he was with her family.

“It was great. They are all very kind and it was better than expected.” Lando said while looking at his girlfriend. While talking they walked to the car (with of course a private driver).

Once they came to the car he opens the door for her and they stepped in. “That’s great!”

While talking they didn’t notice people taking pictures. And that was a bit of a problem, because while they are dating for quite a while. They have not yet announced it. They will eventually but they wanted to wait a bit and see where it was going. Even a lot of the drivers didn’t know that they were dating. The only people on the grid that knew was the McLaren team, his teammate and Carlos. All because McLaren needed to know so they could keep it private, Oscar knew because she was in the garage a few times (in secret) and so he had questions and then Lando explained. And Carlos knew because Lando and him are great friends so he just told him.

So if it came out that it was them then that would be problematic.

But because they didn’t know they didn’t really care. So they drove to her house and they spent the rest of the day together.

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After the tweets Lando and y/n (together with their PR teams) decided that it was time for them to go public. So they took pictures, made a caption and posted it

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Lando Norris and the royal family

Liked by: GeorgeRussel, maxverstappen and 20.000.000 others

We are proud to announce that Princess Y/n and Mr.Norris are happily in a relationship and they are happy to finally show it to the world.

Comments are limited

Maxverstappen: Why do I only hear about this now?

GeorgeRussel: Lando Some explaining please?

CarlosSainz: I am happy to say that in knew all along!

Oscarpiastri: finally announcing it? Happy for you both! (I also already knew!)

McLaren: Happy for the (kind of) new couple! (Admin also already know!)

After finally announcing that they were dating Lando got a lot of messages from confused drivers. And the couple had a fun time laughing about it.

Lando explained it to them and when Y/n made her first paddock appearance at his home race as his girlfriend. Let’s just say it was a wild day.

But they knew they could live trough it. And with Lando now having met her family and her eventually having met his and the drivers they where very happy and knew that they where many to be.

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Bonus:

A/N: This is a longer fix than the last. But I deeply like it! I hope you also like it! I really tried to make it as long as possible but still make it fun. I also personally really like the twitter ‘beef’ between user6 and user7. Let me know what you think! And please Like comment or reblog! I would love feedback

I am not really happy with how it turned out but I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me if I made an error or something!

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miraculously-quality-content · 7 months

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What if Gabriel couldn't control Gimmi?

Idea that's been rattling in my head since the finale of season 5

"Tikki, Plagg, unite!"

He had done it! He had finally gotten both miraculous! Now, he could make his wish a reality!

As Gabriel thought this, Plagg and Tikki merged into one, forming the true form of Gimmi.

The massive purple kwami stared down at him, then spoke.

"We are Gimmi, the kwami of reality. What is it you require of us?"

Gabriel smirked. "I want my greatest desire to be granted." Gabriel bowed slightly. "With the cost of my life."

Next thing Gabriel knew, he felt extreme pain in his head. Worse than the effects of the Cataclysm.

"We decide the price of the wish, mortal!" Gimmi yelled, seemingly from all around him.

After catching his breath, Gabriel spoke.

"I summoned you! I control you!" Gabriel glared at Gimmi.

Gimmi gave an unimpressed stare back.

"You use our power, yes. But holding our miraculi does NOT give you the ability to say how they work." Gimmi rose so they were not eye level anymore. "The universe requires a balance. So, the price is something of equal value from you."

Gabriel glared at the Kwami. "The grimore-"

"The grimore says a kwami is summoned with a miraculous. And yet, we require 2 miraculi. So, clearly, we are the exception."

Gabriel wanted to say something, but he started going into a coughing fit.

"You may want to stop arguing, as you do not have much time left."

Gabriel pulled his hand back to see that Gimmi was right. It wouldn't be long before the Cataclysm took his life.

"Fine, what is the price for my wish?"

Gimmi raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Be more specific, everyone has many desires."

Gabriel growled. "My greatest desire, of course!"

Gimmi tilted his head. "Which one? The real one, or the one you claim?"

Gabriel's confusion was visible. "What?"

"Your desire to win in all things, that is your truest desire."

"What? No! That's not-!"

"Lie all you want." Gimmi interrupted Gabriel's response. "But that is your greatest desire. It can be seen in your actions." Gimmi leaned down and got in Gabriel's face, causing him to step back.

"That is why you sent your son away for being unruly. That is why you didn't save Emilie when you had the Rabbit miraculous. That is why you get pleasure in defeating a child." Gimmi used one of their many hands to gesture to Marinette, who has been watching this all happen, while still frozen from Venom.

Gimmi then turned back to Gabriel. "So again, claim all you want that your greastest wish is for Emilie's return, but you and I know the truth."

Gabriel, throughout Gimmi's examination of his character, was silent. Then did his best to look imposing. The way he did when ever someone challenged him.

"Fine, but seeing as how I was able to summon you, I think we can agee I've already achieved that dream. So, another wish is in order."

Gimmi rose back to their full height.

"I wish for Emilie's return."

"We cannot do that for you."

Gabriel physically recoiled. "What!?!" Gabriel scowled at Gimmi. "Is this some kind of rebellion? Because-!"

"We are not rebelling. The problem with that wish, is you."

Gabriel, still furious. "Explain. Now."

"Even when we ignore the fact that the Emilie you think you know and the real person are different, you still do not have anything that would be equivalent."

"Of course I do! A life for a life! I offer my own for hers!"

"Those are not equivalent." Gimmi pointed at Gabriel. "The life must equal in your eyes. An eye for eye, a loved one for a loved one."

Gabriel sputtered as Gimmi rose again. "No loved ones? I have a son!"

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel with thinly veiled contempt. "The fact that you are even considering sacrificing him shows you do not love him the way you love Emilie."

Gabriel, unbothered by Gimmi's accusation, defends himself. "He's a sentimonster. Now that the Peacock is fixed, we can just make another. I'm sure Felix would agree to do so."

Gimmi closes all their eyes as they shake their head. "Do you hear yourself? How can you claim to love your son, when this is how you talk about him? Like he's a thing to throw him away when your whims desire?"

"We're a family! We-"

"We require the bond to be present. And that bond does not exist for you. Nor does anyone feel that way for you, for the matter."

Gabriel gave a bewildered look. "No one feels... again, I have a son, Adrien. He loves me. I'm his father."

Gimmi gave Gabriel a withering look. "There was a point when Adrien loved you. But in your haste to make sure you always win, even against your son, you snuffed out any and all affection he had for you."

Gimmi looks off into the distance. "Maybe in another life, one where you loved your son like you claim to, HE could have made the wish." Gimmi turns back to Gabriel. "And do what you originally intended when you summoned me. Sacrifice you to bring her back."

As Gimmi laid out the consequences of Gabriel's actions, he seethed. "Stop this stalling!"

Gabriel went into another coughing fit as Gimmi gave him a pitying look.

When stopped coughing, Gabriel continued. "There has to be for-"

"There is no way for to bring Emilie back for you"

Gimmi leaned their cheek on the back of their hand. "Nor can I give you eternal victory, as the only way to do so would be to grant your other desire."

Gabriel snarled, with a trail of ash going his face. "Then heal me of this!"

He gestured to the part of his body that was Cataclysmed.

Gimmi shook their head. "The price would either to give you an equally bad condition-"

"I want to be healed! Not obtain a new condition!"

"-or to give it to someone else you care for." Gimmi continued without pausing when Gabriel tried to interrupt them.

"But as we established, you have no one you care for. So again, we cannot do that either."

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel, as he finally realized what they were saying. "You can't mean..." Gabriel, for the first time in a long time, was feeling dread.

"Yes Gabriel," Gimmi leaned over him, "you have nothing to lose, and as such, nothing to gain."

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml #miraculous #miraculous ladybug spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 finale #ml gabriel agreste #ml gimmi #ml fanfiction #ml fanfic #gabriel is a bad dad

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the-invisible-queer · 27 days

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Final Goodbyes - Joella fic opening scene

Author's Note: feedback is welcome since this is an early draft!

Words: 1,440

Senior year, Joe and Stella discussed their plans for the future. She was going to attend college in New York City to pursue a fashion degree. Joe had considered moving to New York to be closer to her, but his tune changed when the label Jonas released under asked him if he wanted to release a solo album. So he decided to move to Los Angeles long-term and work on his solo career since Jonas was taking a planned hiatus for Nick's senior year. Being that their plans left them on opposite sides of the country, they both ageed long distance wouldn't work. Not for them. So they broke up and agreed to stay friends.

The day had come. Kevin and Nick were going to accompany Joe on a roadtrip for his cross-country move and then fly back before the end of the summer. Nick did have one more year of high school after all. Kevin was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do, but was considering college. Joe had invited him to move to LA with him to help work on music, but Kevin decided to stay home because "mom and dad are going to need an extra pair of eyes on Frankie" who was close to entering his teens.

Standing outside the firehouse, Joe getting ready to go. All his boxes had been loaded into the car, but Stella had one final one. Joe looked at her and smiled.

"What's what?" He asked.

"Everything that belongs to you that I've stolen over the years," she told him, looking down at the contents of the box. Years worth of memories. Their memories. She'd also dropped in a few gifts.

"Stella-"

"It's okay. I'll just steal it all back. Maybe if I decide to move to LA after college." She tried her best not to cry, but Joe had been her best friend since they were kids. She'd even argue he was her soulmate. That's why she was trusting the universe that despite the distance and them wanting different things right now, they'd find their way back to each other inevitably. "This isn't a good bye. It's an I'll see you later. Right?"

"Right." He nodded, taking the box from her. Looking at the contents, there were some things that he'd long forgotten about. "Wait." Reaching in, he grabbed the blue Panda pencil. His blue Panda pencil that he'd let her borrow towards the end of their senior year. "This is yours."

"What? No. That's yours. I didn't even realize I still had it til yesterday."

"Yeah, well you're still in school so it might come in handy." He handed the pencil to her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "It's yours now."

"Thank you." She took it. There was something so final about him giving her his favorite pencil. As lame as that seemed to anyone else. After loading the box into the backseat - the only place that had room left - Joe said his final goodbyes. Sandy, already in tears, hugged him.

"You know if you need anything I am a phone call away. And we're always here if you change your mind and want to come home. And you're more than welcome to visit. You better come home for holidays. Right?" She asked.

"Yes, mom. I'll be okay." He assured her.

"My little boy is growing up, going off on his own." She grabbed his face and smiled. "If you ever ignore any of my calls I will be on the first flight. Do you understand me?"

"Loud and clear." He nodded, hugging her.

"I love you." She kissed his cheek. "Be good. Don't get into any trouble, or I'm sending Kevin and your father to bring you home."

"No trouble. Scouts honor." He saluted.

"We were never scouts." Kevin looked at Nick confused, getting an eye roll in response.

"Like your mother said, if you ignore a call, I cannot stop her from flying in unannounced." Tom told Joe, making him chuckle. "Good luck. Try not to trash the summer house before you find your own place. The last thing you want is to have me and Kevin showing up like she said. But why are we worried? You're going to do great." Tom held out his fist for a fist bump.

"Thanks, dad." Joe smiled, fistbumping his dad. While he was excited to be on his own, he was going to miss his parents. And his brothers. But at least he'd have Kevin and Nick for the summer. Frankie was occupied with his phone. "Guess I'm not important enough for a goodbye?"

"Hm?" Frankie looked up. "Oh. You're leaving? I didn't notice." He laughed. "Maybe I can visit for spring break?"

"We'll talk about it." Joe chuckled.

"Why do you have to move? You're going to leave me with those two-" He motioned to Nick and Kevin. "-to go to with my-" Frankie looked at Sandy. "-girl problems?" He lowered his voice, making Joe laugh. Nick looked almost offended.

"I'm only a text away."

"I guess." Frankie shrugged.

"You'll be okay. Nick's not completely helpless in that area."

"I can hear you." Nick replied.

"You'll be fine." Joe promised, playfully pushing him. "Try not to give mom and dad a hard time."

"No promises." Frankie laughed.

"I know we already discussed it, but I wanted to remind you-" Macy began.

"To send any photos we take on the roadtrip to you for the fan club site. Don't worry. I won't forget." Joe assured her. Jonas had agreed to share the roadtrip with the fans on the site. They had invited Macy to just join them on the roadtrip and she would have, but she was going to start college herself. "You will be the first person to know before I release anything."

"Really? I'll have exclusive solo Joe rights?" Despite becoming dear friends, she was still Jonas' number one fan.

"Something like that." He laughed. "Take care." He hugged her.

"You too! Keep us updated on everything LA."

"I will." He nodded, before turning to Stella. Saving her for last because he knew it was going to be the hardest goodbye. They'd spent the past two weeks together, but neither was ready. They'd been inseperable for as long as they could remember. Childhood best friends. High school sweethearts. "Not a goodbye. An I'll see you later." He repeated her words from earlier.

"Exactly." She smiled. Despite trying her hardest not to cry, tears welled in her eyes. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he pulled her into a hug. She couldn't hold back anymore, not caring if her makeup would get ruined or stain his t-shirt. "I will-" His voice cracked, forcing him to clear his throat. "I'll come visit whenever I can." It was a promise meant to be broken.

"I know." If she could have it her way, she'd stay there in his arms, but she couldn't.

"We should get going." Nick announced, checking his watch. Kevin looked at him. "What? If we're gonna make it to-" Kevin shoved Nick into the car. If anyone deserved a long final goodbye, it was Joe and Stella. She was the first to pull back from the hug.

"You guys have to go."

"Yeah, but we'll talk everyday, right?" Joe took his glasses off to wipe them on his shirt.

"Every single day." She assured him, wiping a tear from his cheek with her thumb. The dread of getting into the car and leaving everything behind was killing him. He was almost regretting the decision, but he knew the move was going to be good for him.

"I love you." He told her. She smiled.

"I love you too." Sighing, she looked at him. "Have fun, but not too much fun."

"I'll try not to." He chuckled. "Can't wait to hear all about New York."

"Oh, you will hear everything about New York." She promised. "Nick's getting impatient." She nodded towards the car.

"I bet. I guess it's time."

"Maybe me and Macy will do our own roadtrip over the summer."

"I'd love that." He was just stalling at this point. He wanted to kiss her, but not in front of everyone. And he didn't know if that was allowed since they decided to be friends. "So I'll see you around, then."

"Yeah. You know where to find me." She replied. He nodded, taking a deep breath. He couldn't stall anymore. Walking to the car, he turned back one more time, one last look at the firehouse and the people he loved most.

#joella #joe and stella

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raisans-art · 9 months

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Been going through tonight's Chimera!Emmet posts, and I have a couple thoughts. First of all, your example of "If you chopped up a bunch of brains and sewed them together, you'd get a new consciosness" honestly might not be that accurate. Assuming someone did have the technology to make a functioning brain out of that, not only are brains kinda cracked on how much bullshit they' can they're capable of, it's surprisingly common for people to live almost completely normal lives with upwards of half their brains flat out missing; but having multiple identities sharing a brain space is a thing, as seem with Dissasociative Identity Disorder, though you might only know it as the outdated name of Multiple Personality Disorder. Ofcourse, none of that is accounting for how much psychological trauma such an operation would result in. And is completely powerless to the point of it being your AU, you can do whatever the hell you want. Other than that, I think it's sort of confusing to call this AU "Chimera Emmet AU" If Emmet's dead. It's not wrong per se, given that Emmet was used as part of the Chimera. But I feel the name implies that calling it "Chimera Emmet" implies that Emmet would still be in there somewhere. Sorry if all that came off as negative by the by. I mostly just wanted to talk about how damn weird our brains are, and why people might be confused about the relationship between Agee and what they used to be.

On your points:

1: this is pokemon so people's ability to do shit is significantly heightened. The idea is that just about every brain from every being in Agee contributed a part of each major sector of the brain therefore no real "ruling" on which part would (in an instance where all entities are conscious during activity) have greater standing.

Also, chopping up brains and sewing them together is not how the scientists literally made Agee. It's an example. In my little think-piece world (and please mind that I am working on limited knowledge and stretching a lot because none of this can actually happen), each brain was dissected, tested for certain responses, broken down, had their DNA sequences altered to a spliced and edited sequence via a man-made virus while the bodies were under immunosuppressants, and collected into a vat with some sciency goo that is full of embryonic stem cells that are stimulated to take the bits of the brain already provided and stitch all the necessary bits together using new cells. Is it unrealistic? Hell fucking yes it is but shshshshshsh don't worry. I monsterfied him. It's all gucci.

2: I'm fully aware DID's existence, don't get it twisted. And you are right, my story specifically involves Agee being their own being and not multiple personalities. It kinda ruins what I'm going for. I didn't make claim that multiple personalities can't exist in the same brain, just that it's certainly not happening here and definitely not happening solely in part to 4 different brains being frankensteined together, seeing as DID is a trauma response primarily and the majority of Agee's memory of what happened before consciousness is not really there.

3: Chimera Emmet AU is kinda grandfathered in at this point. The au started a whole lot differently. I even had an og name for Agee- Galemartross- that got totally scrapped in favor for Agee. Chimera Emmet AU is just meant to encapsulate the premise of the AU in an easily understandable way. Emmet. He's a Chimera now. Read more to find out what the fuck is going on. I just started with Chimera Emmet Au when I first drafted concepts and I'm not changing it now

Hope that covered everything =w=

#man when i get talking i fucking ramble dont i #ask raisans #chimera emmet au #tw surgery #tw death mention #tw medical #tw body horror #i talked about a lot here

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bapydemonprincess · 10 months

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Accepting and Not Replacing

Okay, I finally did this. Thing. I hope everyone who especially likes sebagrelle and redcliff will dig in and get it, okay? I hope this comes across okay and no one assumes things. I just wanted to really really delve into this possibility of a scenario okay? And maybe I didn't do it that well, maybe there's some odd things about my way of doing it, I dunno. I just really wanted to write this so I DID, and that's it!

Uh so.. enjoy it!!! Or not!!! Idk!!!

Even when allowed to be female, and knowing completely well she is safe and secure at the Phantomhive Manor to be openly female, Sebastian still holds back. Sebastian still walks about as Sebastian the butler, and senses everyone looking. And most expecting. And also one in particular looking forward.

Sebastian sees Grelle come at night, and she chatters away and off and on brings up this idea of Sebastian being a lady. "My lady love," and them going to shops and cafes and just strolling about.

And yet Sebastian is quiet. Smiling. Nodding. Ageeing. Listening. Saying "Yes, that sounds fun," but still is in a male form. Still is in fact Sebastian the butler.

And Grelle's eyebrows lift further and her eyes stare on longer, searching for a why or why not or a when..

And this strange hesitance goes on a few days more, an of course the red reaper has never ever promised to always be patient in any certain particulars.

And she grips Sebastian's hand one night. Just one. Just the closest one. But she grips it firmly as if she really actually wants to crush it for some reason.

While she again looks up into Sebastian's eyes.

"Darling," she starts, firm in going forward but already afraid of the response, "why have you not changed into a woman then? When.. w-when you very well can whenever, you know. Everyone.. everyone knows, and so-"

Gloved fingers press to her mouth to silence her further.

And red eyes look into hers.

Apologetic but also so serious.

"You really, really want to see me as a woman, and I would love nothing more than to be one for even.. a few hours of a night..."

Eyebrows lift and behind those fingers the reaper's mouth parts again.

"Then why-"

"I am not completely sure, my dear Grelle, that you're ready to be with another woman... again..."

Confusion first, for a few moments of time, and then realization.

And then straight to anger, as Grelle Sutcliff made a frustrated growl.

"What the hell?!"

She stood up, and though anger was on her entire visage, her green vision gleamed wet with tears already.

"Bassy you can't assume that I- You can't think that-"

The one still sitting, as Sebastian the butler had merely calmly moved her hands to her lap and looked up at the now standing, looming red woman.

"You've been with no one else.. except me after her, Grelle. And you've only been with me while I've been like this."

"You are two. Separate. PEOPLE. Sebastian!!"

"But we'd be the only two ladies that you'd loved the most, Grelle."

"She's DEAD, and she's GONE and you are HERE and-"

"And I can perfectly replace her?"

Another practical yell of frustration leaves the reaper, and she grabs up Sebastian by brute strength, powered by the desire to make some kind of point that the demon is wrong and yet as tears stream out of her eyes out of her control as she pins the demon to a manor wall and squeezes their suit tighter and tighter, she can't think of any way to prove a point in this vein! She can't see, her eyes are fogged with her tears and she YELLS again because just pinning the demon to a wall isn't helping.

And meanwhile all the while Sebastian lets her do this. Mouth a defaulting line, and eyes distant yet focused.

And waits and waits.

And when the demon is released from the wall and her lady's strong reaper grip, she only slides down.

As Grelle storms away but does not vanish, but comes back and then marches away again.

Stomp stomp stomping in place as she fumes and still weeps and seems like an animal caged for this moment.

While again Sebastian waits.

This does in fact take a while to get through. And yet finally at one point Grelle sits down, loose limbed now suddenly, pale, and most definitely red nosed and red eyed.

She takes off her glasses and starts rubbing at her face as she mutters obscenities.

And like magic Sebastian is taking a handkerchief out and offering her it.

And despite all the rage she'd projected onto the demon, Grelle takes it easily and wipes her eyes and blows her nose.

And when she thinks she can speak, she merely asks the demon bluntly "So, you won't ever change to look like a woman then? Because of that?"

And Sebastian sighs.

"Oh I will turn myself one day, dear. One day."

"Then when-"

Sebastian looks at Grelle.

Who is looking back at the demon with, again, a bright red nose to put Rudolf to shame, and her beautiful green eyes tinted puffy red. She sniffs again briefly.

Sebastian scoots closer, and takes the handkerchief from her love, only to use it to help dab at more of Grelle's nose and eyes, while her other hand gently holds the reaper's face.

"When I think we're both ready for it,"

She tells Grelle softly.

And instead of another outburst, Grelle sighs this time, merely looking sad. Disappointed. Her eyes drifting away as she sniffles one more time.

"Is that alright, Grelle?"

Sebastian's voice, as always, knows how to perfectly change, with a lilt, to ask such things of the reaper.

And also to tilt her head just so so clearly Grelle cannot avoid her lovely visage forever as well as what she's asking of her.

"Yeah... I... I mean yes I think.. I think so," Grelle mumbles out, practically too busy flushing red and thinking of said pretty demon asking her these things to manage English for the moment.

"Good," Sebastian sighs out, having finished helping Grelle clean up, but still holding her face.

And unable to help...

Gently leaning in to kiss a rosy cheek.

Carefully.

Hesitantly.

"Thank you, love," the demon whispers.

And Grelle blinks and stares once more into those brilliant red eyes.

Sebastian is turning flushed a little in the face too.

...A rare occurrence...

"What do you mean by "thank you"??" Grelle asks outright. Bursting the silent bubble.

Sebastian sighs, and finally releases her face, to sit back and fold her hands again together in her lap in that dainty way.

"I mean it by.. thanking you for being honest, and accepting, and I suppose... not leaving me for.. saying those things,"

Grelle sighs and groans and properly puts back and adjusts her glasses before once again removing any space between them and pulling the demon close.

"Do you really think just because I'm mad about the truth that I'd up and just run away from it, hm? And from possibly losing you, my adorable little fusspot of a hellbeast?"

And Sebastian is turning redder now, fingers once still as unbothered water now twitching about a little.

"Well... You wouldn't lose me, for one. I'd wait for you to come back as always... A-and yet I wouldn't put it past you to storm away and leave at least for a little bit.."

She looks nervous in admitting this; vulnerable.

And Grelle Sutcliff sighs again and shakes her head.

"Oh no no no, despite everything, little Sebas, I will insist on staying by your side."

She gently tucks away always loose ebony bangs on the sides of that pretty demon face.

And those red eyes shimmer and widen, as Sebastian slowly looks back again into Grelle's face.

Perhaps maybe.. this challenge to overcome the past and accept the present will not be so hard after all...

Sebastian thinks, with surprise and hope for the first time since thinking of being female for this time.

"That's.. comforting to hear," she finally manages to whisper.

And lets Grelle squeeze her assuringly, and hold her close.

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #sebagrelle #sebagrell #my writing

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hey brian, I was wondering if you had any recommendations on film criticism/theory/reviews. are there any critics/thinkers you deeply admire that write well and have challenged your ways of seeing/thinking that you believe would help in better appreciating the medium?

i probably could have gone much longer on this five years ago but my brain did some sort of system reboot and lost all the memories ive had consuming film reviews, criticism, etc this ask makes me want to dust off that book i have of pauline kael capsules on my shelf lol anyways here's list of some fav critics/people to seek out if ur eager to dig deeper into cinephilia:

my most favs

ignatiy vishnevetsky (my fav)

jonathan rosenbaum

filipe furtado

dave kehr

david bordwell

j. hoberman

dennis lim

kim morgan

neil bahadur

nick pinkerton

xxx

james agee

miriam bale

richard brody

k. austin collins

fernando f. croce

manhola dargis

bilge ebri

manny farber

sean gilman

molly haskel

kent jones

pauline kael

peter labuza

matt lynch

adrian martin

calum marsh

adam nayman

nick newman

tony rayns

vadim rizov

jonathan romney

dan salitt

andrew sarris

scout tafoya

armond white

robin wood

ppl on letterboxd who's musings i enjoy

jake cole

max coombes

ryland walker knight

john lehtonen

willow maclay

luke mccarthy

matt mccracken

diogo serafim

arthur tuoto

ethan vestby

kurt walker

*also, i do like ebert but as i get older i realize i enjoy other lesser known critics a bit more+his taste in the latter years (21st century) is kinda wack tbh. 2007, one of the consensus last great years of american cinema, his best of the year was juno (i know, i know, it's an opinion but still lol) . cannot say he wasn't a formative figure, him being the most well known, most accessible film critic, and did the thing the best critics do in elevating, shedding light on artists they believe feel deserved of recognition/putting more eyes on their work.

**i think there's more people i could name-drop but i havent read enough, or been exposed to them as frequently, to go all-in on an endorsement of them/their work

#anonymous

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I'm so scattered writing-wise today. Just floundering, writing scenes for different projects, BUT I WROTE A BIT OF YCDNH from like... twenty chapters in and I wanna share a bit of it because this is what happens when you break canon.

(Context: Due to circumstances, the Nein do not give the Beacon to the Bright Queen when they meet her.)

“We could give it to someone else,” Caduceus piped up as he walked into the room with a tray of snacks and tea. He must have been listening from the next room. “Someone we trust to do the right thing and not talk too much about how they came by it.”

“It is not a bad idea, Mr. Clay.” Cree reached for one of the tea biscuits and proceeded to dunk it in the tea he’d handed her until it started to crumble. “But who here in the Dynasty do we trust?”

“We can’t give it to Agee,” he said, sliding down into his seat now that everything had been passed around. “That would draw too much suspicion.”

Jester slapped her hands on the table, nearly upsetting her teacup. “What about Essek?”

Everyone’s eyes snapped to her. Molly chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Jester, dear, I like him fine and all, but he is a high end political figure and a wizard and we have bad luck with both of those things.”

“But he was all oh the Bright Queen never lets me do the research I want at dinner,” she protested. “Maybe if he turns in a lost beacon, she’ll be like-“ and she put on a dreamy affectation of the Bright Queen’s voice,“-’Oh Shadowhand, you are so cool and great to get us our Beacon back. I’ll let you do whatever you want forever.’”

Molly snorted, but Caleb only looked pained. “You are forgetting that in his culture the research he wants to do is considered heretical.”

Beau steepled her fingers and put on her Expositor Voice. “Might be a good way to make sure he doesn’t fuck us though. He gives the Bright Queen the Beacon without implicating us and we don’t tell her about his side projects and all these secrets he wants us to keep from her.”

“I don’t wanna blackmail Essek,” Jester pouted. “I think he’d be nice about it.”

“As much as I hate to admit it because I trust that man so very little…” Cree paused to lick damp cookie crumbs off her whiskers. “He has been one of the few who have been consistent in helping us here.”

“It’s him, Agee, and-“ Yasha started to count on her fingers. “The professor?”

Molly blanched. “We are not giving it to her. There’s- listen, I don’t think giving it to Essek is the best plan, but there’s giving it to the guy we have actual dirt on and there’s giving it to the woman who, quite frankly, kind of looks like she would dissect us if she saw an opportunity.”

“I thought you liked her.” Beau lifted an eyebrow.

“She is a delight, but she is also a deeply awful person. You two have that in common.” He blew a kiss to Beau’s responding middle finger.

#my writing #you can't deny high noon #life in the margins of redemption

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Sure on this Shining Night arr. for chorus, Op. 33, No. 3 by Samuel Barber Librettist: James Agee The Joyful Company of Singers conducted by Peter Broadbent Anthony Saunders, piano ----- Sure on this shining night Of star made shadows round, Kindness must watch for me This side the ground. The late year lies down the north. All is healed, all is health. High summer holds the earth. Hearts all whole. Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder wand'ring far alone Of shadows on the stars. ----- I’m a writer and a reader at heart. As the arts go, it’s actually my first love. Before music or dance or theatre, there was the magic of written word. I’m always in awe of how a few flecks of black ink arranged just so can draw out a fresco of thought and emotion. I remember when I first sang this, I took the meaning of the words on their face. I’m an avid night hiker and stargazer so I was drawn to the feeling of walking in the enveloping dark, with the warm light of your house behind you. Your back to it, so it doesn’t mess with your night vision. But it is there still... you can go back whenever you like. Then one of my fellow singers started talking about the poem as a metaphor for death. And I was overwhelmed anew with this feeling of... well, not being able to go back. I actually had to excuse myself to “go to the bathroom” because the emotion was so powerful. And maybe “death” is a bit much, though accurate to the intention. Who can say but the writer themselves... But this idea that you’ve wandered off into something strange and beautiful and perhaps more appropriate for you... but you can’t go back to what once was. Sometimes once you leave... that’s it. I’ve seen my share of change this year. There is a whole life that I left behind that I will never be able to return to... and there are parts of it I sometimes do. My relationship with my parents is fundamentally altered... I came out as queer and moved in with my partners. No putting that genie back in the bottle with them... but there’s no putting the genie of the wonderful relationship growth I’ve experienced with my partners back in the bottle either. And I’d never want to. I left a job that had turned quite suddenly toxic. I hurt some people who could be influential with my career and there’s no going back from that. Time will only tell if I’ll regret it more or less. Right now it’s less. And I think I’ll always feel it was the right choice. But that doesn’t stop the tension of that pull. That sadness. That melancholy for what was... however imperfect. That’s life. It’s always changing. My world got small this year... even though my house and household both are larger. It’s been bittersweet. My mentor in theatre once gave me some advice to help fight indecision... “Choose something to depart from.” I feel like that’s what we’re ultimately doing throughout life... making choices that we can depart from later. Building foundations that will raise us up to the next step... or at least give us enough clearance to jump when we need to escape. Cheers everyone... hope you’ve enjoyed the choir music this month. Let me know what else you’d like to see or hear. I’m all ears. Much love!

#samuel barber #sure on this shining night #stars #choir music #choral music #music #choir

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Why We Scream

Hi hi! I wish I could actually do a videolized review of this but I’m glued to that new Guillermo del Toro anthology series on Netflix right now, and it’s kind-of the most stimulating horror experience I’ve had in a while. Without spoiling anything, I love the weird horror tropes they play with in this series, all eight episodes of them.

The themes are great as well, at points, it feels as if it’s an after-school special, trying to teach me something with the scary things it pushes forth. I want to go episode-by-episode just because I’ve been being driven fizzucking raczy by this series, for various reasons.

Episode 1 teaches you about not being racist, and warns you against the dangers of being a foolhardy person who doesn’t listen to other people, also a commentary on American greed.

Episode 2 gives you a fantastic commentary on British slumhood and the idea of the black plague, that had been spreading during that period in England, as well. Another commentary on predatory loaning comes here, as well, and the main character owes money, always a good inciting incident to inspire greed or flippantness when it comes to cash m-m-m-m-money.

Episode 3 is my personal favorite when it comes to logic, and how it plays by its own rules. I highly recommend that if any of you are to watch any episode of sweet Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities, please watch Episode 3: The Autopsy. You will not regret it, it feels very clever, and I very much so enjoyed my first viewing.

Episode 4 is... weird. I have a personal fondness for Kate Micucci from her Garfunkel & Oates days, and if she’s still making music, all the power to her, but she stars in this gorgeous warning against the idea of conformity over comfort. This girl suffers and suffers and suffers through this episode, but the ending had me... puzzled. It certainly threw me, but I appreciated the artistic value it had, even if I nonetheless still didn’t understand it entirely. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe one of the ways that art could be perceived is that by the end of your path to conformity... you are unrecognizable... a shell of your former self, and entirely foreign to the people watching you from your beginning, but fitting in with a niche group that will abandon you for the next fad... hmm... Maybe it’s better than I thought since I keep writing about it in this long-rant paragraph format. Onward!

Episode 5 is... very fun. I forgot it initially since I tend to get episodes 5 and 6 confused for one another, but it’s a playful romp in an H.P. Lovecraft universe, based on a short story by him, Pickman’s Model, for anyone curious. It made me want to go read every Lovecraft publication, ever. Despite the problematic name of his cat, I still think that, art-from-artist, Lovecraft’s work is at the very least, interesting on the mind from a horror perspective.

Episode 6 made me laugh, unfortunately some of them aren’t very good and I did have to slog through this one so exhaustedly in order to get to the next. I feel bad for not enjoying this one as much as the others since it clearly had a lot of production value. This episode had all of the pieces, it just didn’t know how to put them together. Keziah was... weirdly voiced. Rupert Grint really gives it his all and if you’re a Harry Potter fan, you’ll really enjoy the... darker twist on the magical arts that this episode takes. Other than that, as the kids nowadays say, mid.

Episode 7 was amazing. It was a wild trip of cosmic proportions that I watched while high and sleep-deprived. I can’t sing the praises of this goddamn episode anymore, I think. Other than that, the writing felt very excellent. Every word flowed like syrup and I’m pretty sure every line from Steve Agee’s character ‘Guy Landon’ made me laugh. Fantastic monster concept, Eric Andre killed it in his performance. You really feel for the character and when Peter Weller plays a very... flippant, drug-addled billionaire and nails the performance, I think. I’m going to spoil one thing because it made me sad. I’m going to say that I wish that Guy Landon made it out instead of Charlotte. I think you could’ve done much more impressively-horrific things to Charlotte rather than blowing the head off of Steve Agee. That’s my pitch.

Episode 8 bums me out, but also funnily enough, scared me the most out of any of them. The scene of the mom charging forward from the darkness, confronting a naked Nancy in her bathtub had me protecting my vital organs. The sound-design feels good in this final episode, from what little I know of distortion and whining static feedback effects, this episode does decently well at immersing me into the world. That’s what this episode does best for me, at least. It immerses you into the world of two ornithologists who refuse to speak to their mutual and tragic loss... It’s a fantastic tale about the dangers in not letting go. The dangers in not talking about the things that are bothering you, and the dangers of... well, fucking ghosts I guess. Go watch it.

All in all, I love this show! I want more people to watch it despite me having not worked on writing of my own projects in months. I’ve just been working and working and working. And smoking. Although I still want more people to know about this, because it’s good horror, and good horror is hard to find.

#rant #writing #blog post #review #tv review #show review #cabinet of curiosities #guillermo del toro #del toro #toro #guillermo #it's good #i like it #good show #positive review #love this shit

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For the sake of juantin, i hope their schedules calm down a bit, and also just in general the buzz around them calms down a little bit as well so they can lead a bit more of a normal life. I would suggest for them to take a holiday together, post 1 picture (that doesnt even show where they are) and then just go off the radar for a couple of days or longer. Wind down and talk about how they want to move forward, that is truly what i wish for them. I agee for example the schedule of martin is too much. They just came outside the house and to be honest there was no rest (i’m really not counting a free day here and there, there were not many as we could follow as fans). Right now at the premier i do see that martin does seem a bit more dinstant. I do believe it’s possible there is something going on, but i just believed they are a bit overwhelmed and have too much going on which makes them anxious. It does feel like they are forced to do so many things together and forced into this couple position as a brand almost, and i can imagine that not comfortable for them. You want to be together and do things together because you want to, not because your manager has already scheduled 100 interviews, podcasts and premiers together. You want to dress similar because you want to out of love and not because it was on the agenda (i hope im wrong with this ofcourse). So i just hope their managament doesnt drain them from their spontaneity, thats my fear. Bless these boys and their pure love, i hope they make it ♥️

I totally agree with everything you just said. They have such a ceazy schedule. I think Martin did like 4 or 5 interviews/podcasts in one day. It's very possible Martin was just drained in that Kapra diner interview, and that's why he looked a bit distant.

I also agree they need time off from everything, just to be by themselves and talk and relax. It was Martin's birthday yesterday and seems like they spent a few days at a glamping site. It makes me happy that they are together and are taking time just for themselves. They have barely posted anything, which is a good thing! They need some alone time. And as you said: management has basically made them a brand. It's good they're taking some down time to relax. They seem fine now. If they were having issues at least they're together now and are able to talk it out, if anything is bothering them. If not then this is a well needed vacation foe them. They both deserve it because they've been working so hard!

#juantin #opinion

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Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Charlotte, meet Phoebe Elizabeth Queen, a 25 year old resident. Hailing from Salem, Massachusetts, she’s been living in the neighborhood of Dilworth for 15 years. she’s been told she looks like the twin of Ashley Benson, but she disagrees.

GET TO KNOW THEM --

x She’s the owner of Witches Brew Wiccan Shop . x When Phoebe had just turned 21 she wanted to go all out when Sadie advised her against it. She knew that her best friend was trying to look out for her but she went against her wishes and all her friends wishes and went out by herself and drank the night away. She should have known better but she got behind the wheel and hit into a pole in front of the Sheriff. She begged him not to call her parents, he agreed in exchange for her to be an informant for him when ever he needed. She agreed and he let her go Scott free. x Phoebe always had a soft spot for homeless people and drunk people so she didn't take pity on them perse she liked to help them out whenever they needed. When she was in high school she was a candy striper and she would go around and talk to people, get to know them. Most of them were drunks and the homeless. The one person that she always spoke to was Phillip who was the town drunk, he reminded her of her grandfather so she always needed to help him. x she can be found on all social media accounts by the handle @reginaphalange. x People often describe him/her as positive Bubbly, Open Minded, Ambitious but also Narcissistic, Masochist, Bitchy. x When she’s not at work or with friends, she likes to Watch Disney Movies and Drink Moscato. x Her favorite person is her twin sister Phoenix

TO THE GRAVE --

Phoebe is not a the person that she was nine years ago, and to some that might be a good thing, but to Phoebe she is living her life in a blur. Why you might ask, well up till nine years ago Phoebe was a twin. Yes was, her twin sister Phoenix drastically died and the authorities ruled it an accident but Phoebe knew better. When the twins were 16 years old they decided that they wanted to be Wiccans, they got some of their friends to ageed to try it out with them. They did some small spells and that was enough for Phoebe but for Phenoix it wasn't enough she wanted more. It got to the point where Phoebe got scared and couldn't be around to see her twin go through all of that.

Because her sister didn't listen she put her foot down and told her they needed to stop. Her sister didn't like that and she called Phoebe a chicken. Like Marty Mcfly Phoebe didn't like it but she let it go. That was until her sister kept mocking her, it got to the point where Phoebe just wanted everything to stop, and she didn't think that stabbing her sister would kill her. Phoebe made it look like Phoenix had committed suicide but she knew the real truth. She was a murderer. She still is a practicing Wiccan but she uses Wicca to make herbal medicine for people who are sick.

#phoebe queen #dilworth

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Charles Chaplin and Martha Raye in Monsieur Verdoux (Charles Chaplin, 1947)

Cast: Charles Chaplin, Mady Correll, Allison Roddan, Robert Lewis, Audrey Betz, Martha Raye, Ada May, Isobel Elsom, Marjorie Bennett, Helene Heigh, Margaret Huffman, Marilyn Nash, Irving Bacon. Screenplay: Charles Chaplin, based on an Idea by Orson Welles. Cinematography: Roland Totheroh. Art direction: John Beckman. Film editing: Willard Nico. Music: Charles Chaplin. At the end of Monsieur Verdoux, Charles Chaplin, in the title role, walks away toward his execution by guillotine, just as his Little Tramp character used to walk away toward the horizon in his earlier films. It's a richly ironic moment, not just because Chaplin is parodying the endings of his other movies, but also because it would come to symbolize the beginning of the end of his career. He would make three more films, only one of which, Limelight (1952), would attract an audience (mainly in Europe) and earn some critical respect. Of the other two, A King in New York (1957) was not even released in the United States until 1973, and although The Countess From Hong Kong (1967) did get American distribution, it was generally panned even by critics inclined to favor Chaplin and was a major box office flop. Monsieur Verdoux is a key work in its revelation of Chaplin's strengths and weaknesses. His strengths are still there: He was, when he wanted to be, a very funny actor, and there is one scene -- Verdoux and Annabella (Martha Raye) in a rowboat -- that is among the most hilarious sequences ever filmed. His weaknesses stemmed from his desire to be more than funny: to make statements about the way he saw the world. The ending of The Great Dictator (1940) was marred when he shifted from satire to sermon, and the rather muzzy anticapitalism expressed by Verdoux in the final scenes strikes us today as banal. Unfortunately, in 1947 it struck many as worse than that. In the increasingly heated anticommunist fervor of the day it was at least heresy, at worst treason. Monsieur Verdoux was picketed and banned and eventually withdrawn from circulation in the United States, not to be seen here until 1964. It confused most of the critics in 1947 with its shifts in tone and its rather old-fashioned mise-en-scène and cutting, but it had its defenders, chief among them James Agee, who wrote a long, impassioned multipart essay for The Nation defending the film. "I love and revere the film as deeply as any I have ever seen," Agee wrote, "and believe that it is high among the great works of this century." Not many people would go that far today. Monsieur Verdoux has its longueurs and its unfortunate wanderings into Chaplin's particular brand of sentimentality, especially the wheelchair-bound wife and adorable child. It betrays Chaplin's perennial weakness for the pretty girl in his casting of the wooden Marilyn Nash in what seems to have been intended as a key role but which fizzles because it's awkwardly written and performed. Even the title role is inconsistently written and performed: Chaplin's dapper Verdoux suddenly turns into a slapstick clown and just as suddenly back into the suave and sinister serial killer, undercutting the high-minded pseudo-Shavian irony of his final apologia: "As for being a mass killer, does not the world encourage it? Is it not building weapons of destruction for the sole purpose of mass killing? Has it not blown unsuspecting women and little children to pieces? And done it very scientifically? As a mass killer, I am an amateur by comparison." Monsieur Verdoux feels something like a scene from Act IV in the tragicomedy that was Chaplin's life. If the first three acts were about his rise to success, despite controversy over his personal life and his politics, the fourth act finds his artistic instincts failing him and the controversies forcing him into exile. Only in the fifth act does the adulation that once surrounded him revive.

#Monsieur Verdoux #Charles Chaplin #Martha Raye

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Painter From the North | d.r3

summary: daniel ricciardo a painter who came to your palace for your family portrait painting

characters: explorer!painter!daniel ricciardo x princes!reader/you

warning: cliff hanger

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a few years ago, while being rebellious, you had escaped the palace by yourself. you wanted to venture the village outside of your kingdom without a single guard by your side unlike the princess regulations. you were young. you were so keen to discover what was beyond the wall. you were getting punished because of your behaviour once you got home several days after, but without this, you won’t meet daniel.

being a slightly care less person, you don’t remember the man you stumbled upon while running away from your chasers. but you do remember him as the cause of your lost coins. daniel was in your way when you were running for your life, you crashed into him, and lost your gold coins. you were cursing badly under your breath, but having a limited time, you ignored him and your gold coins and continued your escapade.

daniel knew you. he had this little obsession over palaces and the royals from all over the kingdom. so he knew you. he recognised you. he froze on his bum as he watched you running away from your chasers and found it amusing to see a royalist who is just as stubborn as normal people.

the day he met you, the scene rent free in his head. in between dealing with your punishment and the kingdom’s rules, you have forgotten him. his face has totally wiped out from your mind until a few years later when your family was doing th family portrait painting.

it’s an annual event though without your mother beside your father. it’s been like that for 6 six years, but by now, you hardly question the purpose of the family portrait anymore. being in the palace, being a princess is not as nice as it seems. your life is always being controlled.

ruby, you, lilly, willa and bea, including your father are all ready for the family portrait painting. ruby, being the oldest in the siblings, it’s not a surprise when you always find her in the middle of the crowd, organising and arrange the seating for tha family portrait. lilly, full of herself, keep re-touching her make-up. meanwhile willa is trying hard to show bea that she enjoys playing with bea’s kitten.

while you were sitting by yourself at the corner of the room, chin on your palm, looking bored, the guard announces the arrival of the painter from the north. both dad and ruby sounded relieved because you can get the event end soon. bea sounded excited to get herself a painting. though willa looks shy, but she holds the same amount of excitement as lilly as soon as they see the painter.

you didn’t recognise him, at first. although you think you saw the robe and the tunic before. but that was like 2 years ago, i must’ve belong to someone else now. and then he took off his hood.

you had this urge to scream at his face now that you remember him and those memories that came back into your mind. like it just happened yesterday. this man, this so-called painter from the north was the reason why you lose your gold coins! but unlike you, daniel merely smiled at the sight of you.

“okay, come on, now! let’s get into position! as we rehearse!” ruby ordered. her voice holds the authority that even dad didn’t dare to argue. “y/n! i know he’s a sight, but get here quick!”

you glared at your older sister. she is a deary, but loves to get onto your nerve some times. you had never saw daniel as “a sight”. merely a man who stole your chance to bring home several satchel of coins for your sisters.

“can someone tell me where did he come from?” lilly asked beside you, giggling to herself as her eyes goggling daniel. “oh, he’s so handsome.”

you heard willa, who was sitting in front of you chuckled softly, ageeing with lilly. you saw her shying away, pulling the curtain of her bang close fo her face when she notices daniel looking at her. you rolled your eyes at them.

“come on, guys. let’s get this thing done.”

“oh, relax, y/n. don’t want to miss a chance getting to know him as he paints us, do we?” lilly was a bit blunt to be compared to you and the rest of your siblings. and though willa is the oposite, but she always agrees with lilly.

“indeed, i do have more important things to do than--”

“hopefully not stealing any more gold coins,” daniel cut you off as he was preparing his painting equipment. there was a smirk on his face as he looked for a reaction from you. you can feel your face hot -- from anger because of his remark and embarrassement when you notice all of your sister are looking at you.

“no, i’m not,” you said through your clencehed jaws. “i have tr--”

“you’re not going to the training square this evening, y/n,” ruby warned you. “we will be having a dinner with him after this, to thank him for his service though at the last minute.”

as ruby gave a look, this certain look that tells you she is not open for a discussion, you bite your tongue from throwing unnecessary words at him. your youngest sister looks slightly frightened seeing the annoynace on your face. you quickly smiled for her. though little did you notice, daniel was smiling to himself when he sees you smile.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #mclaren

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malkumtend · 3 years

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Squirrelcrow should have been the end game ship. They work so well together its a crime Squirrel ended up with Brable! And LeafCrow? It appeared out of nowhere! Leaf had more chemistry with Mothwing! It feels more like a teenage crush that ended up in a pregnancy rather than a real relationship built on trust and love

Agee Agree Agree

Two bratty apprentices who hate each other but slowly learn to trust because they are forced to do so, learning the pros of each other and becoming friends! It’s a great dynamic for them!

The problem is the Erins were so hung up on the Fire blood x Tiger blood idea, and I’ll admit I like it as an idea itself, but the execution was what made it awful!

1) I’m sorry but Bramble is just too old for her. He was a warrior before she was born; there’s a problem there!

2) The two of them had the most forced romance since Anakin and Padme in Star Wars. I cannot pin a single moment where they acted like a believable couple. It was literally them cautiously bickering until Squirrel saved him at the Sundrown place, and then it’s suddenly love all around! It was so damn rushed!

3)TNP made their drama so forced and uncomfortable - the whole bickering over Hawkfrost was just pathetic and convoluted, and the way Bramble tried to punish Squirrel because she was considering Ash was the first instinct that he was an abusive character! It was such a poor romantic arc. The only reason Squirrel even chose him was because Leaf said they were meant to be so it was just another forced interruption from Starclan. Talk about conceited!

4) the less I say about Brambles behaviour in OOTS and Squirrelflights Hope the better (Oh and for those idiots who’ll shout “oh but she never told him about the 3’s parents, yeah true but here’s the thing: she had a reason to think the clans wouldn’t accept them, her mistake was based on trying to protect the kits she loved. Bramble just wanted to cause Squirrel pain with his behaviour when he simply could have tried to talk to her about it - his ego and superiority complex is what makes him a toxic mate. Squirrel made a mistake to protect cats, Bramble just wanted to hurt her out of spite, so yeah, that’s the difference)

In summary, BrambleSquirrel sucks - no matter how much Vicki, Kate and Cherith would scream the contrary. Learn to write romance properly before you open your mouths!

Like you said, LeafCrow is just redundant to me. Leaf falls for him out of nowhere, and Crow confesses after showing her nothing but an (at best) neutral attitude. It is the literal definition of forced. Also, you’re completely right - MothPool reigns supreme under my roof!

Ideas are one thing, but execution is another. I don’t think the Erin Hunter team have realised this as of yet.

#Squirrelflight #Brambleclaw #bramblestar #warrior cats #warriors #ask #crowfeather #squirrelcrow #leafpool

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glytchfic · 3 years

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We started as a spark. PART 1.

David Dastmalchian x Fem!Reader

Hellooo guys! So i’m back for the official Part 1. I’m glad so many of you enjoyed the Prologue, it’s really appreciated. I don’t know at what frequency exactly i’ll be able to upload because i’m in college - you know the drill with college lol fml - and i’ll probably get busier and busier as the week goes by, but i’ll keep you posted as much as i can! As usual, if you have any criticism or anything, just let me know.

Enjoy!

Rating: 18+

Warnings, i’ll probably add more as i go: slow burn, foul language.

Inspired by the song False Alarm by Matoma & Becky Hills.

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I hear a knock on the door and I open my eyes a little bit. I turn around, hide under my blanket and close my eyes again. I can feel myself dozing off again and I hear another knock, louder this time. After a sign of despair, I get up and stumble to my front door, not entirely awake yet. I open it and see a red-haired man walking right through it. I groan. Here comes the legendary Steve Agee with his early morning attitude.

‘I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes downstairs.’

‘How come Richard let you through?’

‘The man at the lobby? I told him your darkest deepest secret to prove I knew you and he let me through. Now get dressed, we’re gonna be late.’ Steve commands.

‘Late for what?’ I ask, apparently confused.

He frowns at me and tilts his head a bit. After a couple of seconds, it hit me.

‘Aw fuck the table read!’ I scream as I run to my room.

‘Nice PJ by the way.’

I mutter a ‘Fuck you’ under my breath as I search for something decent to wear to our first table read. I put on something quite simple – black leggings and a white T-shirt – and grab my phone on my bedside table. One text from my mom, eight missed calls from Steve and one text from – oh my god – David.

‘I reserved a seat for you and Steve right next to me. You’re welcome.’

I can’t help but smile. I first met David a month ago when James – James Gunn – decided to organize something at his place so the crew could get to know each other. To my biggest surprise, David and I hit it off immediately. But if I’m being honest with myself, it does not help the huge attraction I have for him.

‘Are you coming or not?’ Steve yells while jingling his car keys.

‘Oh my god, I hope you got us coffee before you got here because you’re insufferable right now!’ I yell back.

I take a sip of my coffee as I look out through the window.

‘Sorry for making us late.’ I say calmer than earlier.

‘Don’t you have an assistant to help you keep track of all that?’ Steve points out.

‘Yep. Might fire him.’

Steve parks the car and I get out of it, coffee in hand. I gaze at the building, and I see the Warner Bros logo at the top of it. I look at my phone and see we’re only ten minutes late, which is not so bad. Chances are we’re not gonna be the only ones late. We enter the building and I follow Steve, who knows this place much better than I do. We arrive in front of door 171 and he opens it for me like the gentlemen that he is. With a loud bang, the door closes behind us and everybody turns around to stare at us.

‘Hey.’ I say with an apologetic tone.

‘Have you, at least, brought coffee for everyone?’ James chuckles.

I mouth a sincere ‘Sorry’ as I look around for my place. I see David in the corner waving at me and Steve. He smiles at me as I sit next to him, and I can feel my face getting a little bit hotter. I really need to calm down. I can’t let him have this much effect on me.

‘Did you get lost?’ he whispers to me.

‘Worse than that. I forgot.’ I whisper back and he chuckles a bit.

He hands me a copy of the script and we finally begin our first table read for The Suicide Squad. James shares with us his thoughts about most parts of the movie, some information we need to know about the underlying messages and all the important dates we need to know about the productions. After a few hours of reading and re-reading some parts, we leave the room and the first I do is lean against the wall in the corridor, holding my rumbling stomach.

‘Are you pregnant or something?’ Steve said in his mocking tone.

‘Fuck off, Steve.’

He laughs. Being very vocal about not wanting kids, he knows it annoys the shit out of me when he makes those kinds of comments. But since I’ve known him for years and we became good friends, it just became – in a way – a running gag between us. And maybe because most of my attempts at the relationship thing failed because of the baby thing and he knows all about it. He’s an asshole and I love him for that.

‘All jokes aside, wanna grab a bite? You look like shit.’

‘You look like shit.’ I smile at him, and he smiles back, ‘but yeah, we should. Coffee only diet is not good.’

‘Wait here. I’ll ask David if he wants to come with us.’

Hearing his name makes me a bit weak. I see Steve walking away from me to join another group of the crew a bit farther in the corridor. I lean my head against the wall, and I close my eyes. I’ve only seen David face to face a few times this last month – and never completely alone – so I’m not really used to having him around me yet. Our brand-new friendship mainly developed from the fact that we realized from the get-go we had a lot of things in common and we shared those interests via text messages. You know, Youtube videos and memes as any friends would do. Let’s put the emphasis on the word friends here since, you know, we’re gonna be weeks long together filming and stuff.

‘Well, hello Clarice.’

I smirk at the nickname and open my eyes to see David looking at me with a grin. Since he’s learned that I’m a huge fan of The Silence of the Lambs - and of horror movies in general – he's been calling me Clarice or Miss Sterling from time to time.

‘Doctor Lecter.’ I say as professionally as possible which makes both of us laugh.

‘Stop playing around kids, I’m hungry let’s go!’ Steve exclaims.

‘Uh-huh, I can’t agree with that, I’m sorry but -’ I say while chewing on my burger.

‘Oh my god, really?’ David replies, interrupting me.

‘Let me explain,’’ I swallow my bite and wave at them to calm down before I continue, ‘look, I do think George Lucas was right to change a few things about his original Star Wars movies since we do have better VFX and CGI for it now. It doesn’t change anything story wise so who cares?’

‘Unbelievable.’ David simply said under his breath.

‘Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care, I’m gonna say it: I’m ashamed to be your friend.’ Steve dead-pan comments.

‘I have every right to say it and I’m gonna say it goddamn it! George was right!’ I exclaim.

Both take their faces in their own hands, and I can’t help but chuckle as a sip my milkshake. There’s nothing like creating pure chaos with Star Wars fans. I let them try to explain to me how wrong I was, and I continue eating, amuse. As I am looking at Steve explaining a deep theory about the Star Wars universe, I see from the corner of my eyes that David is glancing at me. I subtly look in his direction and he immediately turn his stare away when our eyes connect. I smirk and turn my attention back to Steve.

‘So, anyway, that’s why you’re wrong.’ Steve says as a matter of fact.

‘Sure buddy.’ I laugh.

Steve rolls his eyes and looks at his phone. He sighs, gets up and puts some cash money on the table.

‘Gotta go. I have a meeting with some friends for a photography session. You guys have fun.’

We wave him goodbye and in just a few seconds, he was gone. I turn my attention to David, and it hit me. It’s officially the first time we’re completely alone. Completely, not really, we’re still in a public place but there’s no Steve or no James to keep the conversation going. I’ve never struggled with small talk or any talking really, but somehow, it’s the first time in my entire life where I’m legitimately concerned about me not knowing what to say or what to do.

‘I didn’t know you were such a drama queen about Star Wars’ I say to David, trying to mock him a bit.

‘I thought they were called public nuisance now?’

I let out a sincere laugh, ‘In no way whatsoever you could be a public nuisance.’

‘I will take that as a compliment’ he says with a lovely smile.

Fuck, this friendship is gonna be hard to deal with.

#we started as a spark #part 1 #david dastmalchian #david dastmalchian x reader #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader #fanfiction #x reader

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