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thought-bubble-doodly-doo · 14 days

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Spoiler Discussion For "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood"

I only recently watched the film, and it's given me brainworms. Additional spoilers for Chinatown.

I had heard that the film was Tarantino's love letter to Hollywood, but it wasn't until I saw the ending that it all made sense.

"Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" takes place during the Hollywood Renaissance, a period in film history from the late 1960s to early 1980s, in which Hollywood was going through a massive upheaval in its structure, subject matter, and identity.

We can see this through Rick Dalton's character as he struggles to make the transition from Old Hollywood to New Hollywood. He is quickly becoming a fossil from a bygone era. His whole character arc is about the fear of being past his prime.

But the thing I most want to talk about is the Hollywood Renaissance and genre subversion. The Hollywood Renaissance is normally split into two different movements: Genre Deconstruction and Genre Reconstruction. The Reconstructed are movies that took old ideas and modernized them. It gave them better budgets, improved special effects; they were basically a love letter to old films the directors had grown up watching. Jaws is just an updated creature feature, because Spielberg loved those movies and wanted to make one of his own.

The Deconstructed are where directors take a much more critical stance of old Hollywood. They call into questions the ethics of grand narrative, take inspiration from the counterculture movements, they subvert genre because they have an awareness of genre. The best example I can give is Chinatown, a neo-noir. Because of the Hayes Code, films of Old Hollywood had to have a just ending. Not necessarily a happy ending, but a just one. Good would triumph over evil. And Chinatown has all the stylistic markers of a classic noir film, so it lures the audiences into this false sense of security. We keep thinking somehow it has to work out, because that's what movies do. The bad guy can't get away with it... But he does. Evil wins. And it's a real gut punch that can really only be appreciated when both the director and the audience are aware of the decades of cliche that subversion is based on.

And the ending of "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood" is almost a subversion of New Hollywood's subversion. New Hollywood was all about realism and tragedy and violence. It didn't have happy endings. And Tarantino takes one of the most famous murders of all time to give this sense of suspense for the audience. We know how this story ends. We've seen it played out again and again and again. We know what's going to happen in a story about Shanon Tate.

But then he pulls the rug out from under us. She lives. She gets a happy ending. Everyone gets a happy ending. Dalton's career revitalizes. Cliff probably gets his old job back now that Dalton can support him again. No one ever gets murdered by the Manson Family. We think we know 100% how the story is going to play out, but then it doesn't work out that way.

And it's this beautiful moment. Because it combines both elements of the Hollywood Renaissance. It's this love letter to Hollywood, because it's STEEPED in reference and callback and the knowledge of cliche. But it also deconstructs the Renaissance by showing that sometimes what we LEAST expect out of a film is a happy ending. oh my mind was blown! I can't even tell you! <3 <3 <3

Then when we finally see that happy ending play out, the title comes up. It's "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood." It's a fairytale. It's giving us a happy ending, because reality so often doesn't! And that's what Old Hollywood was really about, because it arose during the Great Depression when people wanted some kind of positivity and optimism.

It's just such a WONDERFUL FILM.

#also cliff booth is HOT #and i love his friendship with rick dalton #i love male friendships on screen #<3 #i love cameradery #they're ride or die for each other #true friendship goals

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ignoramace · 3 years

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Because my brain is normal, I am of course writing a Fake Marriage AU for Paul Reynolds and Arlo Dixon (two characters who don't have a single line in the show) in which Paul (whose wiki page states that he’s Irish) didn’t realize that he had to apply for Settlement after Brexit and is now at risk of being deported before the season starts.

(The rest of this post is pure brainworms that I'm putting here for my own future reference, fair warning)

Here's the set-up:

They already have a rapport, as seen from Paul’s wiki page:

Arlo's wiki page is also delightfully strange and I think their dynamic is primed for some romantic shenanigans:

Arlo is a bit of a wild card and casually mentioned to Paul one day that his landlord sucks and the smoke detectors in his flat don’t work. Paul tells him to find a new place, but Arlo is flippant about it which just pisses Paul off to no end, so Paul tells him — in no uncertain terms — that Arlo will come live in his guest bedroom until he finds a better place. This ends up being much longer than the two of them first believed, but Paul doesn’t mind it for some reason.

They find out that they both like men when Paul opens Grindr in the comfort of his own home and sees a profile for “Alan” 20 feet away from him. The profile photo doesn’t have a face, but that’s his furniture in the background and also he’s seen Arlo naked in the locker room a hundred times, he obviously recognizes his shirtless pics. They both walk out of their bedrooms and do the Spider-Man pointing meme, but don’t do anything sexy because “We’re teammates, that would be weird.” (Paul thinks about it extensively though, against his will)

They’ve come to a mutual understanding about it, until Paul comes home one morning after a hook-up to find a stranger in his kitchen (from Arlo’s own hook-up) and is like “hmmm, don’t like that.” And they both decide that it’s actually easier to hook up with each other, right? It obviously doesn’t mean anything, it’s just more convenient. Less risk for being recognized. Just two dudes being dudes and living together and having sex. Normal.

A couple weeks before the new season starts, Rebecca calls Paul into her office during pre-season training where Higgins informs him that he’s just received word from Immigration Enforcement that Paul hadn’t applied for Settlement status after Brexit had gone into effect, and that the deadline has passed. Higgins and Rebecca have already looked into it, and Higgins say that “Short of marriage, there aren’t many options.” They still assure him that they will do everything they can, but the tones of their voices clearly reveal that they don’t have much hope.

Distraught, Paul goes home and mopes. He loves Ireland, but he has his reasons for having stayed in Richmond for almost a decade that have to do with him avoiding his family. He’s become attached to his team and is angry at the idea that he might have to leave them.

Arlo clearly notices his bad mood and is able to weasel the truth out of him. Flippantly, like he always is, he suggests that they get married so that Paul can claim citizenship and won’t have to leave the team.

Paul thinks it’s a stupid idea and resists, but Arlo is able to convince him that it’s a great plan (really). He really doesn’t want to leave Richmond (he’s been on the team for seven years, he’s invested!) and eventually agrees with the caveat that it remain a secret from the public, of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin both their careers over something so trivial, right?

They don’t know who to ask to be witnesses, but eventually decide on one of the physios, Rachel (who’s a lesbian) and then also have to include Will because he was in the room when they asked her and no one saw him until he squeaked and alerted them of his presence.

After they apply for the marriage license, they have to tell the team because Paul and Arlo know that they'll probably be investigated for marriage fraud and they want everyone to be on the same page. The two of them think that they'll have to do some major convincing, but are shocked when the general consensus is "We were wondering what you guys were up to, actually" and "I knew it!"

Higgins and Rebecca suspect what their plan really is, but Higgins acknowledges that it's best that he doesn't know details because of his "gagging when lying" condition.

The marriage application obviously gets reviewed and the two have to "pretend" that they're actually in love when the immigration employees come to investigate their flat, and they're doing a not-so-great job at convincing them of their love.

There's a point in the investigation when Arlo disappears into the kitchen to make them all tea (because he's nervous) and they all hear a glass breaking. Paul rushes in to find Arlo dabbing at his bleeding finger with a paper towel and scolds him for being such a klutz. He continues to berate him while he gets the first aid kit and runs Arlo's hand under the tap and gently bandages it for him and tells him to be more careful, you buffoon, stop hurting yourself — and then remembers that the investigators are still in his flat and looks up to see them smiling at the two of them.

They pass with flying colors.

Cue the rest of the plot.

#god what is this even #these characters don't even have LINES and here I am making up nonsense for them #ted lasso #paul reynolds #arlo dixon #paul x arlo #afc richmond #fic #fake marriage

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kagender · 3 years

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📌💎💕

[📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?]

📌 - i originally found out about keroro gunso back in july of 2020! i havent heard anyone even mention it before that, but then my american friend started talking abt it 2 me because they watched it when they were younger! and im pretty sure that they tried to make me watch it?

keroro wasnt really even a thing in my country - no dub, no translations, nothing. in fact even fans of it were and still are quite a rare find here, i only found one person from my country who was quite active in the fandom almost a decade ago, they even uploaded some of the OST to youtube! and the rest were just some people who reviewed the show on filmweb ... one of them seemed to have watched and liked the shurara corps arc though, which is nice :]

i didnt actually attempt to watch it until like a month or two later, and i originally watched episode 2 instead of well, the first episode. i very much remember not knowing any of the human characters names so i would refer to them as "black haired boy and pink haired girl" for fuyuki and natsumi, and "straight girl" for momoka (which is very wrong) i also didnt watch the series for some time after that, until i picked it up again and the brainworms got me🐛

💎 - iiiiii dont think that i have any fun facts to share? nothings really coming to my mind right now haha

💕 - oh i do have..... a bunch. most of them are minor characters, as they usually arent as fleshed out as the main ones so i can make shit up about them with ease ^_^

first up is sato, who appeared in episode 134 of the anime, aka the one about akihabara! i feel in love with this furry man the moment i saw him, and i really like the relationship that he has with kururu..... they. r. friends!!!! they used to hoard (assumably computer) parts together at some point!!

he didnt appear in any episode besides 134 afaik, in fact he didnt even get a single damn cameo! (I THINK..... i hope im wrong) which sucks to me, the number one sato fan ...

i liked him so much that i even gave him a role in my au, although its nothing super major! hes just a guy who showed up at some point in kururus past

then we have cheuton, with whom i also instantly fell in love! his design is super cool, and he made me fall in love with the ronier species as a whole, to the point where i have some ronier ocs! (would they still count as orikeros?)

he first appeared in episode 132, which is weirdly close to satos ep, and he got a cameo or two in one of the other episodes AND an opening (i think that it was the viva viva one? which sucks because its one of my least favourites LOL)

he was sent to pekopon by a higher up (i assume) simply named bob along with his class/teammates to fight the keroro platoon, and he was assigned to have a duel with dororo, which scared him shitless because he heard so many great (and fearsome i guess) things about him, but he ended up doing better than his teammates (who got their ass kicked. i mean he kinda did too, but at least he did not break any of his damn bones, unlike some of them!)

OH SHIT OH SHIT WAIT I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT HE ALSO APPEARED IN THE MANGA!!!!! WHICH IS FUCKING AWESOME IF YOU ASK ME ..... it was pretty much the same as the anime episode, except his teammates didnt appear in the manga methinks..... and it was soooo cool seing him in the mangas style because i very much prefer it to the animes art!!!

i also did some development for roniers themselves, as a species, such as changing up some elements of their designs! aaand i owe it all to this little man ...

anyways that was long .... yeah i fuckin love cheuton he is my favourite guy

THEN OF COURSE.... WE HAVE THE DAMN CORPS!!!! i would put them first in this thing if it wasnt so damn obvious that they are my favourite-est, and i also wanted to shine some light on some fairly obscure, non-keronian characters first!

while i obviously like some of them better than the others (also see kagege and shurara) i very much love them all ..... i could make a whole essay on each individual member if i didnt want for this post to be too long!

they originally debuted in the B part of episode 159, with several episodes spanning the entirety of season 4 following! we didnt really get to see them in action until episode 161 though, which was entirely dedicated to putata n mekeke ..... and ya u know the rest!!!!!!

while i definitely love all the characters from this arc, i wasnt a big fan of the storyline .... i found the finale especially kinda dumb and underwhelming, which sucks because well, its the finale! its ought to be good! so like several fans before me i tried to change it up a little in my au ...... fix it even!!!!

and yeah i wont ramble on ..... i think that everyone who follows me on there is aware of how this account is certainly just a shurara corps fanblog. much love

i also love a lot of other characters ..... kururu .... tamama .... pururu ..... zoruru ..... rinono n shupepe .... lots of keroland frogs ..... but i do . not. want to ramble too much!!!!! so bye

#keroroposting

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ohyangchon · 4 years

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pray for me

I have Changjae brainworms and I will scream

More Secret Forest fic because 2 weeks couldn’t fly by soon enough!

Characters belong to Lee Sooyeon and TvN, Yeonjae’s iteration is my own (kinda).

She'd sat in silence for the longest time after processing Changjoon's letter. It was there and then that it'd finally sank in that he was gone: taken, robbed from her on his own terms. He'd broken his promise to her to be with her in sickness and in health, and the gavel had fallen in that until death, did they part. Returning the letter where she'd gotten it, she got up and left, not acknowledging the prosecutor who'd offered her it in the first place.

The walk to her car was longer than she remembered, her body moving as if she was on autopilot. She had the route memorised, Changjoon having walked her through the same hallways so many times when she'd come to visit him in between work, and as she plodded on with her head held high, she caught the snippets of people gossiping around her as they passed her by. There was no need for her to lower herself to the opinions of such folk, though, but she soon found herself in front of her car, searching for her keys in her clutch before catching the glimpse of the wedding ring on her left hand.

He'd been so proud of it, the day he'd finally proposed to her. It was two decades since then, but memories kept swimming to the surface, mocking her for not noticing the subtle changes in her husband leading up to the decision that would change her forever. She pulled her gaze away, sticking her hand inside decisively to let herself in before leaning back against the seat of the car, closing her eyes and allowing her tears to fall.

This was why he'd sent her away. He didn't want her to see him make that decision and try to stop him. Yeonjae's glare fell on the ring again, and she brought it up to her eye level once more.

"Why were you so stupid," she asked herself quietly, addressing someone who was no more, "We swore a sacred oath together...yet you kept your suffering from me this whole while..." With a resigned exhale, she turned on the ignition and began to drive, her thoughts muddled with his final words and everything that'd led to whatever she was now experiencing.

Yeonjae felt like she was slowly burning away whenever she was reminded he was gone, smoldering at the edges as a part of herself died with him. They'd been inseparable since their marriage, and one was rarely seen without the other. Suddenly, everything had changed overnight, and even as she fidgeted with the two rings on her left hand, she felt the hollowness deep within her.

Everything seemed to remind her of his absence. The empty space where he'd sleep next to her, sneaking into bed during late nights with his customary wiggle to kick his shoes off in the hopes that he wouldn't wake her. The study he would recline in during his days off to read and sort his documents, oftentimes breaking out of a deep reverie with a wide, goofy grin seeing her approach. The dinner table that seemed a little too long for just her and her alone. The chill that'd set into the now-far-too-big house.

She remembered every set of platform shoes she'd put away since his death, polished to a shine but never seeing the light of day again, and the neatly-pressed suits she'd put into a box for safekeeping, only keeping one hanging in their shared closet as if wilfully hoping this was all just a dream and he would return the next day to put it on. There were his cardigans too, the casual attire he'd wore at home around her: a red one laid on her bed next to her while she slept, and she would curl over in a feeble bid to seek his familiar scent, but it all felt like sand slipping through her grasp.

-----

On her request, he'd been dressed in one of the cardigans and a comfortable pair of slacks. The suits were too burdensome, more a set of chains that'd tied him down for the past two decades. He could finally be free of both, and she'd declined looking at his body throughout the matter. She'd cried far too much, and more than enough: she couldn't possibly let him go the moment she saw his lifeless form before her.

Even then, as they began lowering the coffin into the plot for burial, Yeonjae continued to stare blankly forward, allowing this to occur with an air of resigned silence. Nobody had dared showed up for the funeral, not after Changjoon's bombshell exposing her parents' company and pulling the rug under all the contacts he'd been close to. They'd sooner spit on his corpse and label him a traitor than truly come to honor him, and she was happy for the silence that surrounded them both.

It'd always been him and her against the world. Even to the end. As the coffin began to disappear under the piling soil that was shoveled over it, she watched the rays of the setting sun bathe the cemetery in a brilliant orange glow and shut her eyes, allowing its warmth to seep into her weary bones. For the first time since he'd passed, she tilted her head upwards and gave a small smile, feeling the evening breeze sweep through her hair and the fists balled to her sides sagging.

"Thank you, yeobo," she managed to whisper, hoping that wherever he was that he could hear her, "I'll continue for us. You worked hard. You can rest now...I'll try to finish what you started. I'm sorry." Opening her eyes once again, the plot had already been filled, and in its place stood the large mound with the carving on the tombstone that sealed everything- Lee Changjoon Rests Here.

-----

She poured some soju over the mound, carefully withdrawing her hand as she began to reminisce. "When I first drank soju at the pojamacha, you were there with me," she chirped, keeping her voice steady but tears beginning to brim once more in her eyes. Her voice quaked as the accusations she'd wanted to scream died out, instead coming out as a whimper of "Why didn't you tell me? You should've told me."

"You made me feel so safe," she continued, lost in thought while she monologued, "What are you doing, tucked away six feet under?"

Her voice finally cracked as her final words hitched against her breathing. "Are you...at peace there?" her voice cautiously ventured, before she apologised, over and over as she finally broke down. No apologies would bring him back, she knew this deep in her heart, but she felt that so much she'd wanted to say had now lost meaning with his demise.

Lee Yeonjae, the all-powerful, had her moments of vulnerability. She'd only loved once, and only one man was for her, who was now the mound that stood before her.

As she covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, the soju bottle still in her other, the morning sun continued to beat down relentlessly upon them both, mocking their eternal separation.

-----

After a while, she'd started growing her hair out, letting it curl naturally at the ends in a light bounce. She didn't really keep that style before: it was impractical for her then, but she wanted to try something new to signify her growth.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she tilted her head from side to side in a confident smile, before glancing out towards the window at the sun peeking in through the curtains. "Cheeky bastard," she scoffed quietly, opening the blinds and staring out into the horizon, "Making the sun shine brightest whenever you want to see me. Did you get a permit for it?"

She laughed to herself at the joke she'd made: and could almost feel his deep laughter tittering alongside, slipping on her heels and adjusting the watch on her wrist- its screen had a slight crack upon it, but that was all the damage it'd sustained during the fall. It didn't fit her style, argued her secretary once when she'd pointed out the silver watch she'd always had on while entering work, but a dirty look from the older woman was enough to silence her.

What did she know? Yeonjae's grin didn't waver as she stepped out of the house, heading towards the office. Even as the sun beat down upon her frame, it didn't seem hot or discomforting: in fact, it felt like a warm embrace. As she entered her office, her smile finally faded, and she opened the blinds of her office to allow the sun to filter through.

Her phone lit up: a picture of Changjoon and herself, her seated and his hand on her shoulder while the other rested in his pocket as they stared at the camera. While they'd both looked stern in the portrait itself, Yeonjae knew the little secret of how silly he'd been behind the scenes when he'd tried to make a pose someone would actually take seriously.

Something's happened in Tongyeong, came the message that illuminated her screen, It might be linked to two years ago. Do you want to look into it?

They needed to say no further. Yeonjae scooped the phone up, her fingers flying across the keypad on the screen.

Ask better questions. Of course I will get involved. I promised him as much. His legacy is mine.

Once she was done, she leant back in her plush chair, hands folded on her stomach as she tilted her head backwards with an indulgent smile.

She remembered, and endeavored to ensure she wouldn't forget...and now, she could finally fulfill it.

#tvn secret forest #tvn stranger #yoon se ah #yoo jae myung #I miss them #my parents #so I wrote a thing

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amorphousfurrysnakething · 4 years

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So I have a fursona now

Despite being an incorrigible furry for over a decade now, I’ve never actually managed to get a stable-ish fursona sorted out ‘cause I’m indecisive (and didn’t realise how my fluidity was interacting with that). But now I have and want to froth, so:

Name:Ráðsviðr Náttfari ("Rath") Species: Garden Tiger Moth (https://www.ukmoths.org.uk/species/arctia-caja/) NB Masculine, he/him, pan (masc preference) Appearance: A moth, he has eight limbs (four arms, two legs, two-ish wings) and is covered in a soft fuzz of fur. Lean build, but looks bulkier due to fuzziness. Red body, brown and red spotted wings. His wings have arcane text written across them and close inspection reveals that they're made up of lots of very thin pages. Job: Thaumozoologist (Lives in a pseudomodern fantasy setting)

Powers: Scrivened Wings: Has dozens of very thin wings, which when at rest or when being used as wings look like a pair of normal moth wings in shape. These wings are covered in text copied from books, to absorb text, he must read the original. The character can read any of the text on their own wings by concentrating on them, and others can read them like a book. Although he can fly with his wings, it's fairly undignified fluttering and he doesn't like going too high. Wizard: A dabbler in the arcane, he favours spells of healing and others that interact with animals and living phenomena, as well as general utility spells.

Because I can't draw and don't have the funds right now to commission a ref sheet off someone, I instead wrote some horny which I'm going to put behind a cut.

(NSFW, Contains fingering, pet play, teasing and denial, casual nudity, bondage and an unreasonably buff lion)

There's a knock at my door, and I start. I'm not expecting anyone, and I'm currently sprawled, topless, on my sofa. I cast about for a jumper, my society might not have a problem with casual nudity, but I have enough body image issues to do so. I don't manage to turn one up before the knock comes again, and its insistence calls me over to the door on instinct. I mutter a quick spell, opening a window through the thick wood, and smile as I pull the door open.

"Hiya, Marcus."

The lion grins down at me. I'm not short, but Marcus is massive. He's a head taller than me, and in contrast to my skinny build, he's broad too, and exudes easy confidence that I'm both jealous of and so very gay for.

“Hey, Rath, need to pick your brains.”

“Sure, come in.”

I try not to blush as my sometimes-boyfriend strides into the room, and it's made harder when his tail gently brushes against my stomach. He's been running, and isn't wearing much more than a pair of shorts that show off his legs as he brushes the mud off his paws. He's probably flirting with me, again.

“Can I grab a drink?”

“There should be a clean glass by the sink. What do you need?”

He tosses me another grin. “Looking for information on thaumic mutation in plants. There's a nest of something nasty up by Silver Beck and it needs clearing before some hiker stumbles into it.” he calls over his shoulder as he heads for my kitchen.

While he's busy filling a glass, I start looking for the books I'll need. My library might not be huge, but I've thus far failed to maintain anything beyond the most rudimentary organisation, and by the time Marcus comes back in I'm fluttering near the ceiling, glaring at a row of computing manuals that should be arcanobotany references. Or at least, could be, after the first three locations were, in order: empty, the 4th edition of Thaumaturgic Encylopedia, and the complete Judge Dredd collection.

“Any luck?”

“Nope.”

I descend quickly, trying to salvage some dignity by getting my feet back under me. It's...not entirely successful; moths are not known for being elegant fliers. While I'm distracted, Marcus slips behind me.

“I'm sure there's something on these wings of yours.” the husky whisper in my ears coincides with a firm rub between my shoulderblades, the leonine pads sending jittery tingles through my body. My wings flicker, the arcane text flowing across them dancing in my brain. “You remember the safeword?”

“Banana.” I'm not trying to whisper, but my breath has left me.

“Good boy.” he purrs. I can feel his arms wrapping around me, and at the corner of my eye I see the contrast of his golden fur against my red fuzz. “Now, then. Do you have what I need?” The magical text scrawled across the layers of my wings dances behind my eyes, and I nod.

“Very good boy.”

He gently guides me to my bedroom, and I have no desire to stop him, simply enjoying the feel of his muscle and fur against my body, and the hard warmth where his groin rubs against my back; the absence when he lets go is almost painful. He pulls my box of toys out from under the bed, his bent posture putting his tail and arse on full display in front of me.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You're hot too, you know.”

This time I do blush, and though it's barely visible through my natural colouring, Marcus' smirk tells me he sees it. The smile turns a little ironic, as he stands back up, and my vision goes dark as he wraps a blindfold across my eyes.

“Good lad, now get yourself naked while I get my reading table set up.”

I hesitate, but a squeeze to my arse that is both reassuring and warning suppresses my reservations, and as I hear him moving around I quickly strip off my clothing. Once I'm done, I suppress the urge to cover myself again, and my unpleasant brainworms are silenced by an appreciative noise from Marcus.

I know he's done when his lips meet mine, pulling me into a passionate kiss while his paws explore my body, as they've done so many times but never seem to tire of. He draws me close, his clear arousal heightening my own.

After a few minutes, he pulls away and a needy whine escapes me.

“I know, lad, but I do need that info.” His own lust is clear.

I'm guided over to the bed, and gently pushed onto it. With a firm hand, he straps me facedown and spread-eagled, at his mercy. He settles himself over me, kneeling across my lower back, the light pressure of his body delightful as he bends over, rubbing again at that spot between my shoulderblades. A brief, ecstatic spasm leaves me limp, and I can feel the leaves of my wings begin to separate out, becoming the pages of the book they are.

“Very good. Now, you know what I need.”

The text on my wings, scrawled across the eigengrau filling my eyes, runs rapidly through my brain, and the thin pages of my wings flip and blur. A cool wind brushes across my antennae until I find what is needed.

Marcus gives a pleased pet to my head, and leans back against my abdomen, and for a few minutes I am nothing. A pleasant calm of the cool and warm and dark, with a background scratch of Marcus' pen as he takes notes. Occasionally, the peace is punctuated by the soft pleasure and pressure as he turns a page.

“There we are.” He scritches the base of my antennae, and I purr without meaning to. “You're adorable. Now, I think I'm going to order us some dinner, if that's OK with you?”

“Yesss.” I'm so relaxed that I don't manage much more than a soft hiss, but Marcus knows me well.

“Well, sit tight.”

I can feel the weight shift as he gets up and leaves me alone. I know it won't be long before he comes back, but I wriggle impatiently anyway.

“Patience, lad”

Marcus punctuates his return by running his paw across my crotch, which only causes me to struggle more, whining with need.

“We've a few minutes before it arrives, so...”

He lays his erection against my arse, and I push back as far as my binds will let me, hungry for more, but Marcus knows me well, and he leaves me desperate as he takes his pleasure, rubbing his body against mine with only the briefest, but expertly chosen, touches to my most sensitive areas. His early growls turn to ragged pants as his orgasm approaches, and I grind my body against him, trying to increase his pleasure in hopes of reward, as well as an instinctive act to attenuate the sensations he's so skilfully denying me.

“Pleasse...”

“Good pets don't talk.”

His admonishment is gentle, but unyielding, though quickly unnecessary as words are lost in a pleading whimper.

“Good...good...” the intended compliment is abandoned as his climax comes, and he roars in delight, splattering his cum across my back and wings. It's a long minute before he's able to catch his breath again. “Good boy.”

I moan plaintively, feeling my own unfulfilled arousal drip out across my bed, but he just gently pats my arse and gets up, going into the bathroom to clean himself up and leaving me to stew in the frustration in a most delightful way.

He's barely done when the doorbell goes, and his brief negotiation with the deliverer ends in curry smell awakening an entirely different hunger in me. I hear him plate up the food, and he unbuckles my restraints, though he doesn't let me free, quickly binding my arms and legs doubled over, denying me my hands and forcing me to crawl to the bowl of curry he's left on the floor. Leaving me to sort myself out, he sits in a chair with his own dinner, smirking at my fumbling.

By the time I've managed to empty my bowl, he's long finished, enjoying an eyeful of my raised rear. As I rock back, licking the last of the sauce from my lips, he gets up, stalking towards me and pushing a finger into my still-wet pussy.

“You're really desperate, aren't you.”

Remembering the earlier command, I don't respond verbally, trying to fill my voice with as much desperation as I can as I whine in acknowledgement. Marcus chuckles as he adds more fingers, one by one. He knows his business, and I'm soon panting as his movements send waves of pleasure through my body. After a moment of particularly masterful attention to my clit, he bends low against me and whispers.

“Do you want to cum?”

I nod again, and with a his long experience, he quickly brings me to a shuddering, screaming orgasm, the waves of pleasure turning into a tsunami that crashes over me.

As I lie there, recovering, he strips off the bondage gear, murmuring gentle praise that ends with us both curled up in my bed.

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allineednow · 6 years

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<p>New study to calf survival by Minnesota scientist links wolf Amounts Cities</p>

In yet another attempt to untangle the mystery behind Minnesota's diminished moose population, renowned wolf researcher David Mech is reporting a stark correlation between wolf population levels and survival of moose calves.

Mech was the lead author of a research paper published online this January in the journal Wildlife Society Bulletin that found quickly increasing wolf numbers in Northeastern Minnesota from 2001 to 2009 coincided with the rapid demise of moose in the region -- from almost 9,000 moose in 2006 to fewer than 4,000 in recent winters.

Mech, that has been studying wolves in an 800-square-mile field of the Superior National Forest for years, said wolf numbers more than doubled while moose dropped, from fewer than 50 wolves in the study area in 2001 to almost 100 by 2010.

The number of moose calves surviving for their first winter appeared at 0.93 per cow when wolf numbers were lower but dropped as low as 0.24 when wolf numbers surfaced, the study notes. That level is deemed unsustainable for moose to continue a thriving population, especially with a lot of adult moose dying from other causes.

However, the trend may be reversing.

A recent stabilization of the Minnesota moose herd, and a slight increase in calf survival seen in the last few winter studies, also coincides with a sharp decline in wolf numbers in the study area, the study found, showing the correlation functions in reverse, too.

The study cites a previously unreported decrease in wolves in the heart of the national forest in recent years -- down to 34 or fewer wolves in the study area in 2017, less than half of the 82 wolves estimated in 2012.

Moose calf survival increased some as wolf numbers dropped, from the 0.24 low in 2011 to 0.36 per cow this past year.

"We don't assert that wolf numbers only influence moose population during declines nor that wolves are the only factor affecting moose numbers," the study concludes.

Recent wolf and moose population data only show "suggestive information" on the plight of moose, the study noted. "But our new and revised data indicate a critical downward trend in the wolf population in our study area and a clear response by moose."

Wolves in the study area declined due to fewer moose to eat, the study notes, but also because of hunting and trapping allowed in 2012, 2013 and 2014 when wolves were briefly off the national protected list.

The study stops short of saying wolves were the main reason for the total moose decline.

"Would the Northeastern Minnesota moose population be falling if there were no wolves? Our findings don't answer this question definitively," the report notes. However, the findings "suggest that the decrease of Northeastern Minnesota moose because 2006 at least would not have been as steep without wolves' presence and influence."

Mech and co-authors John Frieberg and Shannon Barber-Meyer return to show similar connections in past decades, noting a brief but dramatic moose decline in the early 1990s corresponded with a rapid growth in wolves at the same time.

The new study doesn't refute any of a number of other research efforts seeking to solve the moose mystery. Recent Minnesota Department of Natural Resources research shows wolves are clearly a factor in moose deaths, together with parasites such as winter ticks and a brainworm spread by deer. Bears also kill a substantial number of newborn moose calves each spring.

Other researchers note that a long-term trend to warmer and less snowy winters has helped push deer numbers up in the moose assortment of Minnesota, spreading more brainworm north. That warming trend also has result in a higher survival rate of ticks. And scientists say warmer weather contributes to more moose stress, inducing moose to eat less and save fat to survive winter.

Other researchers note that habitat for moose has declined in many areas which makes it tougher for them to thrive. Moose like second-generation woods, such as those that followed large fires in the region, some of the few areas where moose numbers have actually gone up in recent years.

State and tribal wildlife officials now are conducting aerial surveys of moose in selected area of Northeastern Minnesota and will release their updated annual population estimate later this winter.

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allineednow · 6 years

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<p>MN: NEW STUDY LINKS WOLF NUMBERS TO MOOSE CALF SURVIVAL</p>

By John Myers Forum News Service

DULUTH -- In yet another effort to untangle the mystery behind Minnesota's diminished moose population, renowned wolf researcher David Mech is reporting a stark correlation between wolf population levels and survival of moose calves.

Mech was the lead author of a research paper published online this January in the journal Wildlife Society Bulletin that found quickly increasing wolf numbers in Northeastern Minnesota from 2001 to 2009 coincided with the rapid demise of moose in the area -- from almost 9,000 moose in 2006 to fewer than 4,000 in recent winters.

Mech, who has been studying wolves in an 800-square-mile field of the Superior National Forest for decades, said wolf numbers more than doubled while moose dropped, from fewer than 50 wolves in the study area in 2001 to almost 100 by 2010.

The number of moose calves surviving for their first winter peaked at 0.93 per cow when wolf numbers were lower but fell as low as 0.24 when wolf numbers surfaced, the study notes. That level is considered unsustainable for moose to continue a thriving population, particularly with so many adult moose dying from other causes.

But the trend may be reversing.

A recent stabilization of the Minnesota moose herd, and a small increase in calf survival seen in the last few winter surveys, also coincides with a sharp drop in wolf numbers in the study area, the analysis found, showing the correlation functions in reverse, too.

The study cites a previously unreported decline in wolves in the heart of the national forest in recent years -- down to 34 or fewer wolves in the study area in 2017, less than half of the 82 wolves estimated in 2012.

Moose calf survival increased some as wolf numbers dropped, from the 0.24 low in 2011 to 0.36 per cow last year.

"We don't assert that wolf numbers only influence moose population during declines nor that wolves are the only factor affecting moose numbers," the study concludes.

Recent wolf and moose population data only reveal "suggestive information" on the plight of moose, the study noted. "But our new and revised data indicate a critical downward trend in the wolf population in our study area and a clear response by moose."

Wolves in the study area declined due to fewer moose to eat, the study notes, but also due to hunting and trapping allowed in 2012, 2013 and 2014 when wolves were temporarily off the federal protected list.

The analysis stops short of saying wolves were the main reason for the overall moose decline.

"Could the Northeastern Minnesota moose population be declining if there were no wolves? Our findings don't answer this question definitively," the report notes. But the findings "suggest that the decline of Northeastern Minnesota moose because 2006 at least would not have been as steep without wolves' presence and influence."

Mech and co-authors John Frieberg and Shannon Barber-Meyer return to show similar connections in past decades, noting a short but dramatic moose decline from the early 1990s corresponded with a rapid rise in wolves at the same time.

The new study does not refute any of a number of other research efforts seeking to fix the moose mystery. Recent Minnesota Department of Natural Resources research shows wolves are clearly a factor in moose deaths, together with parasites like winter ticks and a brainworm spread by deer. Bears also kill a significant number of newborn moose calves each spring.

Other researchers note that a long-term tendency to warmer and less snowy winters has helped push deer numbers up in the moose range of Minnesota, dispersing more brainworm north. That warming trend also has result in a greater survival rate of ticks. And scientists say warmer weather leads to more moose stress, inducing moose to eat less and save fat to survive winter.

Other researchers note that habitat for moose has declined in many areas which makes it harder for them to flourish. Moose like second-generation forests, like those that followed large fires in the area, some of the few areas where moose numbers have really gone up in the past few years.

Tribal and State wildlife officials now are conducting aerial surveys of moose in chosen area of Northeastern Minnesota and will release their updated yearly population estimate later this winter.

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