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morallyinept · 5 months

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A full transcribe of MAX PHILLIPS' dialogue/lines from the film BLOODSUCKING BASTARDS.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Hey Evan!

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Question. What do we sell here?

No, Michael. We sell dreams.

Sales is… seduction. And when you seduce, do you say I have a 401k? Or I floss? No. You say, I love you. Because people make decisions from the heart. You want to sell a bunch of useless crap to fat losers in Alabama and bored housewives in Iowa, feed their dreams. Convince them. Their lives can transcend the pointless slog of being human. Give them hope. Open their eyes to something… bigger. Sink your teeth into their poor, pathetic lives, and give them life. And better abs.

Our goal for this month is… one million dollars in sales. It’s aggressive, yes. I’m confident we can hit it. And if we don’t, Ted and I have already agreed we’ll be forced to kill all of you.

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Thank you, Gerry.

Are those the employee files I requested?

Listen, Amanda. I know you and Evan have a history, and I know that you care about him.

Sure, sure, sure, tell you what. After I settle in, you and I can schedule some one-on-one and get to know each other.

Hey, buddy! Just had a little HR talk. Thanks, Mandy, we’ll circle back round.

Long time no see, am I right?

Listen, Evan. I know you and I had a little falling out. But as far as I’m concerned, water under the bridge. Ancient history. ‘Cause it’s all about the company now, right?

Knew I could count on you.

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We’re going to get this place lean and mean, Theodore. We're gonna need to separate the meat from the talent. We’re gonna-

Evan, Evan. Slow down! What’s up now?

Ted, call security.

Evan, this isn’t some way of stalling on the Fallowcite presentation, is it?

We’re counting on ya, slugger.

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Dave, right?

I hear you're the guy to talk to about office pools. Company’s sports zsar.

Oh yeah?

Oh, nonsense. Morale is vital to the health of any company. And you make an important contribution. Let’s pop into my man cave and you can give me the Vegas tips on NBA playoffs and dirt on upcoming events, you know, man stuff.

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Oh gosh, buddy, that hurts my feelings. I'm sure Amanda is great in a crisis, but don’t you think this call is more suited to 911?

I just devoured her… fabulous Osso Bucco! Who knew she was such a demon in the kitchen? Absolutely open another bottle, as long as it’s red!

Do I hear banging? On your end, I mean. There’s no banging happening here, yet.

It’s Evan calling to tell us he’s absolutely crushing the Fallowcite presentation for tomorrow. Do you wanna talk to him?

Sorry, buddy, you’re stuck with me.

I think you better focus on your own problems, bro. But I’ll give Amanda your best. Actually, I’ll give her mine. It’s better.

Where are we, is the more pertinent question?

You… have beautiful eyes.

Don’t I know it...

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Ted. Ted, Ted. Let’s not be hasty. Andrew finished the job, but Evan laid down the groundwork. Look at this poor fella. He was just passed over for a promotion, he slept in the supply closet and he smells like a dead worn hooker. He’s just having a rough patch. Let’s give him a pass on this one, ‘kay?

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Poor, poor, Elaine. All ginger and no joy.

Yes, you do! I want you… ssh.

You all are.

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Corporate was threatening to shut down the entire branch, I simply presented Ted with an alternative.

After your little stunt in college, the only school that would take me was this university in Romania. But it turns out, it had a very unique MBA programme. Whole new paradigm in business management.

That is the worst part of this job! Firing people.

It’s true, Amanda. You gotta start working on your stubbornness if you wanna be a part of the team.

Is that so?

Oh. Okay. Well, show yourselves out.

Bye, gang.

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Oops.

Oh no, no, no, no, no. I need you to learn how to delegate.

Not if you kill them first, people. Learn how to take the initiative if you don't want me to micro manage!

No, it’s a balancing act, to be sure.

Well don’t worry about it. It’s mostly marketing.

Still, a good manager knows when his staff is getting overextended. Be a dear and call downstairs for me, would ya?

Yeah feel free, make yourself at home.

Who am I going to get to stock the supply closet now?

Ehh. I’ll make more.

Not in the slightest.

Oh honestly, guys. Did you really think it was going to be that easy?

Oh come on! You think I'd attempt to take over this entire company without consulting Legal first?

Amanda? A private word with you in my office, please.

Hey, remember when I did this to your girlfriend in college without using supernatural powers?

Evan, you can go home for the day. Frank. You can die.

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Oh, hey pal! I was just about to turn your girl and fuck her on Ted’s desk.

Sorry, hahaha, my desk.

Amanda. You need to focus on your job. HR is going to be swamped with all the new hires we’re going to need.

My management style is effective! And refreshing.

Evan. Do you remember what I said we sell here?

Yeah. That was bullshit. We sell fear.

Our customers are afraid. Afraid that life is passing them by, which to be fair, it is. And that is why you are perfect for this place, because you are a coward!

You were afraid to tell Amanda you love her because of why? Because you work together? Because she earns more than you?

You didn’t even have the balls to quit when this incompetent turd passed you over for the guy you hate most on the face of the earth. You are so afraid of life, haha, that you actually want to be sales manager in this shit hole!

We are trying to have a conversation!

And I’m not gonna change you. That’s right. I’m gonna keep you alive and stuck in this pathetic, pointless job from now until the day you die.

This suit is bespoke!

Sharing the desk with the photo printer whilst I stay young with the woman you love, immortal at my side!

Yeah. Yeah. That’s the way it works.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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enchxanting · 1 year

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 6

read part 5 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, discussion of suicide, obsessive compulsive behavior

a/n: this is sooooo lady macbeth coded. hope you enjoy!!

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Dear Diary,

I go to the bathroom at least twice a period.

When I'm there, I make sure I’m alone. Then I do two things. First, I stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t break eye contact until I’ve sufficiently recalled the memory of Tara’s limp body in my peripheral vision as Ethan pulled me out of her room.

After that, I wash my hands at least three times, but it’s usually closer to seven.

I left Tara behind four days ago. My hands are raw. I don’t know what to do.

I can’t wash this feeling away.

Still, it’s better than sending my SAT scores to San Quentin. Thank god for Ethan, because I don’t know what I would’ve done without him. “Sorry, officer, I accidentally poisoned my best friend after our huge public disagreement?”

Sure, yeah, that sounds believable. I looked up the prison time for manslaughter, assuming the judge believes it was an accident, and I don’t have eleven years to spare right now.

Talk soon.

Y/N

I close my diary and return it to my backpack for safekeeping.

Mindy is still writing on the pieces of looseleaf the school counselor, Dr. Stone, provided her with. It appears that most people don’t keep a diary past the third grade, but some TED talk said that journaling can help process big traumas, and the school has been on that shit ever since. Luckily, they don’t ask to read the entries.

The school took away my friends’ and my free periods and sent us to the counselor’s office after the news broke of Tara’s “suicide.” Anika and Chad have to go alone, but Mindy and I have always had free blocks together.

This group therapy has got to be some sort of cosmic punishment for what I did. Now I have to watch one of her oldest friends mourn, as if I wasn’t the one who let her die.

Mindy clicks her pen and slides the papers across to Dr. Stone. He takes them without looking, inserting them neatly into a file stuffed with previous entries.

“Thank you, girls. I know that the past week has been… difficult, to say the least. I want you to know that this is a safe space, and you can freely share any emotions that this tragic event has brought up.”

Poor Dr. Stone. I know that he’s really trying, but there aren’t any emotions I can bring up that wouldn’t be incriminating. Guilt? Disgust? Fear? I sneak a glance at Mindy, who’s staring out the window. She’s silent, too.

Dr. Stone sighs. “I understand that this is all very new. Maybe we’ll feel up to talking tomorrow.”

The bell rings, and Mindy gets up without saying a word. I mumble a half-hearted “thank you” before following her into the hall.

“Christ, that shit sucks,” she says. “I hate fucking journaling.”

We turn down the hallway towards the gym, where Chad’s taking part in some sort of football conditioning at lunch. We’ve developed a habit of skipping halfway through the day to sit in his car.

Mindy drops her bag and sits against the wall by the gym door. “It’s just so unfair,” she says. “I still don’t understand.”

I sit down beside her. “Don’t understand what?”

She’s quiet for a second. “I read the note. Tara said there wasn’t anyone left who cared about her. And that’s bullshit. I cared, and Chad cared, and Anika cared, and Sam cared, and you cared.”

Her eyes are brimming with angry tears. “Part of me is so, so fucking mad at her. Like, how could she leave us behind, after we made it out together? We were starting to get somewhere. She had that thing with Chad going, even if both of them were too dumb to realize. You were pulling in steady cash, thanks to me, so we could actually afford to get out of here. We talked about college in New York or something, far away from Woodsboro. There were all these goddamn plans.

“But mostly I fucking miss her, man. It’s barely been a week and I’m so… incomplete. And no amount of school counseling or journaling or whatever inspirational quote my homeroom teacher wants to share with me is going to fill the void she left behind.”

Mindy wipes away her tears. For the first time since we left Dr. Stone’s office, she looks right at me.

“I know you had your fight or whatever the night before, and if that were me I’d be torn up about it. But seriously, Y/N, you had nothing to do with it. After everything with… Amber, last year, she needed a friend. One that she wasn’t trauma-bonded with, like Chad and me. And you showed up at the right time. She loved you, man.”

My head is spinning. I’m wracked with all sorts of conflicting guilt, grief, anger, whatever, and I can’t tell anyone about it.

So I get up and start walking towards the nearby locker room.

“Wait, Y/N, what are you doing?” Mindy calls. I don’t answer.

I can hear her get up and follow after me, but it’s been at least two hours since I’ve gone to the bathroom. At this point, I don’t care if someone watches my regimen– I need to be clean.

Turning into the locker room, I make a beeline for the sinks. I get close to the mirror, close enough to make out my pores. and stare down my reflection. After that harrowing edition of a trademark Mindy monologue, it doesn’t take long for me to recall Tara’s face. I wash my hands once, twice, three times, four times.

“Jesus, Y/N, seriously, what are you doing?” Mindy watches from behind, her voice still shaky from crying.

Five times, six times, seven times, and it’s still not enough. I’m breathing hard at this point, but I can’t get enough air. There’s blood everywhere, all over me, my clothes, even on Mindy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the showers. Perfect. I rush over to the nearest stall and turn the handle.

I don’t undress before stepping under the showerhead, letting the freezing water overtake me.

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rosiesramblings · 11 months

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Attitude Adjustment

Fandom: Ted Lasso

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Hi! It's been a minute! I hope you enjoy this RoyJamieKeeley tickle fic - can be read as platonic or romantic. Prompted by an anon who asked to see Roy and Keeley wreck Jamie. Enjoy!

That saying about waking up on the wrong side of the bed was fucking stupid, Jamie thought to himself as he grouchily sucked at his morning protein shake through a stupid plastic straw. Was probably going to end up floating in the ocean, killing a baby sea turtle or some shit. The straw, not the saying. It was too fucking early for this.

“Oi,” Roy said, nudging Jamie’s foot with his own, startling Jamie out of glaring into his shake. “You’ve been a right fucking brat all morning. What the hell is your problem?”

“Maybe you’re my problem, grandad,” Jamie bit back waspishly.

Roy raised an eyebrow, taken aback. “Jesus, fucking sorry for fucking caring.”

And now Jamie was pissed at himself. Roy hadn’t done anything wrong, and Jamie still managed to snap at him. He really was a fucking prick.

Jamie turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, figuring that removing himself from the presence of another human was probably for the best. He flopped down on Keeley’s giant fluffy couch and slurped obnoxiously at his protein shake.

A few minutes later, Keeley herself came traipsing down the stairs. Her lips quirked up as she took in the scene in her living room.

“You better have taken a shower before laying on my nice couch,” Keeley warned with a smile. “I don’t want it smelling like five-day-old footballer feet.”

“Fuck off, I fucking showered already,” Jamie grumbled.

Keeley arched an eyebrow and cut him a look that made Jamie squirm, but she didn’t answer him back. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, where Jamie could hear her talk in low tones to Roy.

That pissed him off even more. Probably talking about him behind his back, Jamie thought sourly. Commiserating on what a jackass he’d been acting. Well, fuck them. Jamie was allowed to have bad days too. He wasn’t fucking Mother Theresa.

His downward thought-spiral was rudely interrupted when Roy and Keeley plopped down on either side of him. Keeley threw a leg over him so that he couldn’t get up.

“What the fuck?” Jamie asked, squirming like an angry worm.

“When’s the last time you had a proper cuddle, Jay?” Keeley asked sweetly, pushing Jamie over into Roy.

“A prop - I don’t need a fucking cuddle,” Jamie hissed as Roy brought his arms up to circle Jamie’s chest.

“Course not, babe,” Keeley said. “I’m sure the lack of recent physical contact has absolutely fuck all to do with you being such an arsehole today.”

“It doesn’t.” Jamie insisted, still trying to maneuver out of their holds. In response, Roy held him tighter, and Keeley leaned down to rest her head over his heart.

And oh. That was pretty nice.

Jamie stopped squirming.

“There we go,” Keeley cooed, making Jamie’s ears go red.

“Fucking finally,” Roy muttered as Jamie slowly relaxed into him. Jamie let out a little growl, but didn’t otherwise protest.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that. A Roy-Jamie-Keeley sandwich. Roy’s arms strong around Jamie, making him feel safe but not trapped. Keeley acting as Jamie’s personal weighted blanket. At some point, Keeley brought a hand up to run her fingers through his hair, which made Jamie go boneless. He was practically half asleep the next time Keeley spoke.

“Now that you’re no longer in danger of biting our heads off,” Keeley said. “I think we should do something about the attitude from this morning.”

“I agree,” Roy rumbled from behind Jamie.

Jamie sighed and hung his head. “‘M sorry I acted like a twat this morning. Made a right tit of myself.”

“Yeah, you did,” Roy said mildly.

“And so we figure a retroactive attitude adjustment couldn’t hurt,” Keeley said, mischief creeping into her voice.

“Retro-what?” was all Jamie was able to get out before Roy’s fingers dug into his rib cage.

Jamie shrieked and arched his back, instantly 100% awake. “Shihihihihihihihiit!”

Keeley giggled and fluttered her nails across his tummy. “I think this still counts as physical contact, right Roy?”

Roy growled, but Jamie and Keeley could hear the smile in his voice. “Brat deserves it, I’ve had to put up with his grumpy arse since four this morning.”

“All of Richmond thanks you for your service,” Keeley said, mock-serious.

Roy spidered a hand down Jamie’s side to squeeze at his hips. Jamie wailed, drumming his heels on Keeley’s soft cushions. “What’s wrong, Tartt? Ticklish or something?” Roy growled.

Jamie could only laugh.

“Wanna see something that really gets him?” Keeley asked. “Used to go bonkers when I’d do this after getting my nails done.”

At Keeley’s words, Jamie’s eyes widened and he started babbling. “Nohohoho, ‘m sohohohorry! ‘M sohohorry, ‘m sohohohorry, pleheehehehease, Keheheeleh, not that.”

“Don’t worry, he loves it,” Keeley grinned. And hey, she didn’t have to expose him like that. “Help me get his shirt over his head.”

Between the two of them, Roy and Keeley maneuvered Jamie’s shirt so that it was bunched around his elbows, leaving Jamie's upper body dangerously exposed. He shook his head back and forth, giggling as Keeley started wiggling her fingers.

“Ready, JJ?” Keeley teased.

“Nohohhohohoho!” Jamie snickered.

“Too bad,” Keeley said as she oh-so-lightly fluttered her nails up and down the insides of his biceps.

Jamie, to borrow Keeley’s phrase, went bonkers. He went silent for a minute, like his system was rebooting. Then, it was like he came back online all at once. He let out a scream-laugh that had Roy snorting, and his struggling doubled.

“‘M SORRY ‘M SOHORRY ‘M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY,” Jamie cried, seemingly stuck on the one phrase he thought would get them to stop, or at least move spots, Jesus Christ.

“Damn, almost makes me feel fucking bad for him,” Roy called over his laughter. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

After a few minutes, Keeley lowered her fingers to scribble at Jamie’s underarms, which was still bad but not quite as torturous as his biceps. Roy held his arms up with one hand and spidered his other hand across Jamie’s tummy. Jamie felt Roy’s chest expand as he took a breath, and barely had time to realize what that meant before he felt Roy blow a raspberry on the back of his neck.

“ROHOHOHOHOHOHOY,” Jamie cackled, goosebumps popping up on his skin from Roy’s horrible, horrible stubble. “YOHOHOHOU NEHEHEHEED TO SHAHAHAHAVE.”

“Oh, do I?” Roy asked, purposefully rubbing his face across the sensitive skin of Jamie’s neck.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOU,” Jamie belly laughed, tears running down his face.

“You going to stop being a prick?” Roy asked, one finger finding Jamie’s belly button and making him yelp between laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES,” Jamie cackled.

“Are you sorry for snapping at us this morning?” Keeley asked, drilling into his upper ribs.

“SOHOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY!” Jamie laughed desperately.

“Alright, alright. Let’s not kill him, Keels,” Roy said, stopping his assault and helping tug Jamie’s shirt back into place.

“Softie,” Keeley scoffed, but she stopped ticking as well, brushing Jamie’s disheveled hair back from his face. “You alright, Jay?”

“Yeheheheah,” Jamie said, a tired smile painted across his face.

As Jamie’s laughter slowed to soft giggles, Roy rested his palm on Jamie’s tummy and rubbed slow, calming circles, careful to use enough pressure not to tickle. Jamie giggled out a contented sigh.

“Better not fucking fall asleep on me, Tartt,” Roy growled softly. Jamie and Keeley shared a smile before Jamie let his eyes slip closed, both of them knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that Roy wouldn’t move a muscle if Jamie took a nap on him.

A few moments later, Roy proved them right.

#tickle fic #tickling #tfb community #ted lasso tickles #ted lasso tickle fic #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #jamie is just a touch-starved brat ok #roy and keeley are well aware #anon prompt

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remembering-angels · 29 days

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I have something to confess about my spirituality and reincarnation journey…

hello,i took some time off to think about everything, but now I am back, I feel like I have to share things, things that been sitting heavy on my heart for a very long time. when I first started this blog last summer I promised myself that id be open and talk about whatever I want regardless of what people say, but I chickened out. I couldn't, I always worried about what people would say, would they call me crazy? delusional? disrespectful? but ive also been told that keeping secrets isn't healthy, that keeping secrets is bad for my heart, and maybe they are right, If I cant even speak openly on my own blog where can I? I've been advised to share …

I hope whoever is reading this will keep an open mind.

well here it goes, my spirituality and past life.

some people that follow me might already know about my soul origin of an earth angel and me being part of the angelkin community which i am still very much part of so shout out to you, i promise do be more active in that space in the future, i might write a post about it after this one.

but that's funny enough not the life that i am worried about sharing with you today. the life i am worried about sharing with you is one of the many reincarnations I've head on this earth, especially this recent one, the reincarnation i had before this life.

so… back in 2022 i did past life regression, past life regression is basically when you use hypnosis to access a previous life you've had. the thing is that what i saw in that regression session would turn my world upside down and burden me with a terrible secret. you see i saw myself getting murdered, attacked by a man you might have heard of, my past life killer's name is Theodore Robert Bundy or Ted Bundy in short. i have never been so sure of anything in my entire life ever. and i wish , i wish i could tell you that i am trolling or insane or something ,and i wish i could say i am doing this for fame and attention, but i have nightmares monthly, i feel this sinking feeling in my stomach almost daily. I wish i could say i am doing this to ride off his fame and name ,but if i could choose not to associate my name with his ,i would but alas i am here tying my name to his in a twisted horrible way.

Im writing this from the need of every victim and survivor to share their story, to be heard, to raise my voice above his, i have to share this to not be hostage to him, to his secrets and lies and every second im silent i feel hostage. And of course i am writing this out of an incredible feeling of loneliness, i dont fit in any world, if i share my story with people in the true crime community they would call me insane or disrespectful, just another woman claiming to know him, there are plenty of those, i wish there was a way for me to explain the constant state of trauma and fear i lived in when i first discovered this past life of mine, the tears I've cried for days on end and still cry even writing this. i wish i could tell you how strongly i feel it in my bones.

yes i am a reincarnation of one of ted bundy's victims and i know i might end up in a sort of cringe compilation or as a screenshot in a group chat on some discord server full of people calling me delusional (if so ,hi people reading this as a screenshot haha).

i am not trying to claim anyone's story or speak above any survivor or victim, i am just trying to add my own voice to the million other brave voices that deserve a platform just as much. i swear to you if i could choose a past life it wont be this one.

he killed me in 1974, its 2024 now and i still remember as if it happened today. I have mututals that are true crime blogs, i love them a lot, and i love the other girls and survivors , so so much,i care for them and ill never dare to disrespect them, but i cant help this ache in my chest. i wish you knew how sincere i am , i wish you know how sure i am of what happened to me and who did this to me.

This might be my own way of reaching out for understanding and help . I already shared my story plenty of times on reddit but tumblr is more close and dear to me so i wanted to bring this here before you.

if you are still reading and believe me ,i hope you know i am healing and i am alright and ill live regardless of what happened and who believes me. ill live the life that was taken from me all those years ago, there is no other way for me, this incarnation is my biggest revenge, my ability to write this to you and to share this with you is my biggest victory.

so this is what i am going to do from now on ,on my blog and everywhere else, ill be posting about my experiences openly and honestly, no more vague posts, no more secrets, no more worries , no more trying to be sneaky about it. ill post about my experiences both in the angelkin space and the reincarnation/spiritual space openly because that's what i feel is best for me.

be healthy whoever is reading

love and hope

#past life regression #spirituality

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not-a-cheese-thief · 1 year

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The new trailer for Ted Lasso season 3 and all the speculation that goes with it about who may or may not end up coming out (or just being queer) has me going kind of crazy. I’ve been on this hell-site for so many years on and off, I’ve seen all the queer baiting, all the desperate hoping and tricking yourself into the belief that this little thing might be a sign. I hyper-fixate on shows, especially on the queer-coded characters, and I long for good queer representation. I’ve been through all of this longing and hoping before, and I’m just getting so sick of it.

Whenever I talk to a het person about Ted Lasso and its lack of any queer characters, they either say “there’s not any yet, there’s another season still to come,” or “one of them might be gay, you don’t know.” Neither of these things are good enough. Neither sentiment makes me think “Yeah, that’ll probably be good enough.” For one thing, we’re two seasons in. If you’re two seasons into a show that is clearly conscious of some forms of diversity, but can’t manage to acknowledge the existence of queerness beyond a slur that was used in the first two minutes, and the occasional joke (usually used to make a female character seem more sexy/intriguing), then can there really be much hope for real, honest queer representation and storytelling in the third and final season?

Will they really get round to the very important question of how homophobia fits into the the toxic masculinity locker room culture that Ted first walked into, and how that affected and continues to affect the mental health of those within it? Will they really tell this (or any) story from the point of view of a queer person, and with the care and nuance it deserves? They’ve had poc characters from the start, but even their storytelling of these characters has been controversial and from many people’s perspectives, problematic.

I know the history of queer television, I know why queer coding became a powerful way of telling only the people in the know “hey, I see you”. But we’ve moved beyond that, and in a TV show like Ted Lasso, where it so clearly aims to tell a diverse range of stories, from an accepting and curious point of view, the lack of actual, truely represented, honest queerness is jarring. I’m sick of being presented with crumbs, with jokes that anyone who’s not queer wouldn’t even notice, and being treated like it’s a gift.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Ted Lasso, I love all my Richmond himbos and my darling Keeley. I’ll watch season 3 and I’ll obsess. I’ll keep all my little headcanons. But I just can’t stand all this trying to trick myself into believing we’ll actually get a queer storyline, especially not for a main character. I’ve been there before and it hurts. We deserve better. So I’m including a little list, for the darlings who have actually read this whole post, of my current fav shows with actual queer characters and stories, so that while we deal with all this Ted Lasso anxiety, we can also have some comfort LGBTQIA+ tv too. Please add your favourites too.

Brassic:

I have to put this first even though it’s not necessarily the gayest, because I think anyone and everyone who watches Ted Lasso should watch Brassic. Joe Gilgun co-created the show and stars as the main character Vinnie, and while his diagnosis has changed since the show’s beginning (he’s now discovered he has bpd, not bipolar) the show’s depiction of Vinnie as man living with bipolar disorder is phenomenal. As is the way it introduces and tells the stories of its queer characters; most notably Ash, a gay man from a traditional Irish traveller family, who has my heart (but actually there are very few main characters who I'm convinced are really, totally straight).

There's a moment in the show when Vinnie encounters some ‘casual’ homophobia, and even though he’s not with anyone queer, even though he doesn’t know the person who said it, and he’s got shit he really has to get on with, he has to call it out. It’s a little moment, in a show with a lot more very gay scenes and storylines, but it’s the kind of thing that just feels so important. Brassic is chaotic and crude and probably too much for a lot of people, but it’s loving too.

9-1-1: Lone Star:

This one might not be the same high quality television as the others; it’s a first responder drama that tends towards the soapy, but god, I love it. I love the way they write their queer characters, I love the way they write the friendships between them, and the ways that most of the characters are some kind of minority and use their shared experiences of being marginalised and discriminated against to support and be there for each other.

It's also worth noting that Brian Michael Smith, who plays Paul, a trans man, is the first black trans man to be a series regular on American tv, and that queer actors Ronen Rubinstein and Rafael Silva, who play lovers on the show, were recently on the cover of Out magazine, and are both activists in the queer community.

Sense8:

It’s so wonderfully, beautifully queer. It’s a scifi, made by the Wachowski sisters, that’s a kind of love letter to the LGBT+ community. I don't think any of the main characters are meant to be straight, it’s all so very, very queer. Please do watch it, just, not with your mum you know.

Our Flag Means Death:

Gay pirates. Non-binary pirates. New Zealand accents on characters that are definitely not meant to be from New Zealand. What more could you want?

Vico Ortiz, who is non-binary, apparently cried when they read the script because the writers (three of whom are also non-binary) had taken such care to create space for the non-binary character, Jim. You can honestly feel that care when watching the show.

The Last of Us:

I’m sorry. I’m not a gamer and don’t know anything about the game, but every time I yell at my gamer friend who made me watch the show for making me watch it, they just laugh knowingly and say it's only getting worse. So I’m sorry, but yeah, you should still watch it.

#ted lasso #colin hughes #jamie tartt #keeley jones #isaac mcadoo #trent crimm #they're all queer coded #Queer Representation #queer baiting #theodore lasso #lgbt representation

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londonspirit · 1 year

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Ted Lasso Ramblings

DEAR LORD!!! The last Ted Lasso episode was QUITE FUCKING SOMETHING!!!! I mean, they always are (even though this season DOES indeed feel a tad erratic and splintered (in lack for a better word) but I also have faith in them, that they know what they’re doing and give us a wrapped up ending).

Anyhow... Jamie and Roy!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!! I am a shipper at heart but I did NOT fucking see this coming!!!!

It was actually THIS that made me even go there, this fucking blurb for next week!!! Guess too much queerbaiting had damaged my queerdar (is that even a word.. well it’s now)

Roy and Keeley worried about Jamie - and then my brain went on a tangent and ended with an OT3 - i’ve NEVER had an OT3!!!

But this?? I WANT!! BADLY!!!

And as much as I want this, I need to calm down, cause I don’t know whether that will actually happen and I can’t deal with the most perfect show going and breaking my heart over this!!!!

But can you imagine? I mean, Jamie fucking Tartt has come so fucking FAR since S1! I HATED him back then, now I would protect that silly little bean with all I have!!! And so would Roy it seems. (Thank fuck for super talented fic writers, I got my fix there last night already (had to force myself to stop at 4am or I would’ve never slept! I will come back and read them ALL!!!)

It would make soo much sense! I mean, Jamie doesn’t care who he takes into bed lets into his heart - and we know he still loves Keeley.

But have you seen how he looks at ROY??? That’s not just hero worship there, or looking up to someone who ‘saved’ him. Nah man, that’s adoration, pure and simple!!! (GOD, that smile in the locker room just about killed me! And so NOT get me started at that Uncle Day celebration!!!)

I’ve read so many fics about Amsterdam I can barely keep fact and fiction straight! Of course I loved their time together but somehow I NEVER thought about it that way. When basically EVERYONE else was having a love fest out there!!!

GAAAH!!! Im REALLY trying to not get too hyped about this to not be disappointed but god, do I have hopes!!!

They would make such a wonderful throuple!!! *sighs happily*

But as always, wait and see!!! Two more episodes to go, two more Wednesday to wait for and hope for!!!

Until then I’ll be reading, screaming at the BFF while hoping that the one show that usually always manages to still surprise me will pull off the most incredible twist I did NOT see coming!

FINGERS CROSSED!!!

#personal #ted lasso #really #still shocked I did NOT see that #at all #roy x jamie #roy x jamie x keeley

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i have another sneak peek for those of you who might be following my tedbecca story no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft on ao3! read if you like! be warned, it’s sad (everything is sad when i think about ted and rebecca, tbh)

“You like Greek mythology, Ted?” she asked, her tone leaning more into surprise than she intended. “Hey, I may be a macho manly bumpkin now,” he joked. She laughed. “But I was a little bit of a nerd as a kid. And now Henry’s into that sorta thing too.” “I was a bit of a Greek nerd myself growing up.” “Oh, yeah? What’s your favorite story?” “Orpheus and Eurydice.” “Oh. From what I remember, that’s a, uh, a real sad one.” “It is, yes. But the love was there, you know. A tremendous love. It didn’t save them, but it was there and it brought them together. I think a love like that’s worth it,” she whispered, her eyes still closed, Ted still there next to her in her mind’s eye. I love you, he thought. I love you so much it hurts. And he wondered if that was how Orpheus felt. He wondered if the musician had wailed when he’d lost his love, both times. He wondered what his songs sounded like, if they broke hearts through sound alone. He believed that they did. He wondered, had Orpheus been allowed to live, if he would have ever moved on from Eurydice. Probably not. No, definitely not. “Hey, honey?” “Yes, love?” “We won’t ever forget each other, right?” Her heart stuttered. “How could we?” she said, breathless at the notion they could go on in life without remembering what they had each meant to each other.

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted x rebecca #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #cosmically connected

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locallyloathed · 1 year

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Error Code #1345 (Chapter 2)

Yandere!Ted x Schizoid!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: head injury, very brief mention of suicidal thoughts

A/N: Well, a month later than anticipated, here we are. I do ask before reading that you keep in mind that this is taking place when the survivors FIRST woke up in AM. Which means that 1: the characters behave in the way they’re described to have been when they first arrived (Gorrister being a pacifist, Benny being a pissed off but normal looking person, etc.) and 2: that I had to make up the first interaction and will continue to have to make up interactions because there’s no canon material I could find about anyone other than AM prior to the events of the book/game. I’m no happier about this than you are, so if you know a place where I can find additional info other than the game’s guide, I’d appreciate it. Anyway, enjoy!

PS: I apologize if it rushed feels towards the end. If ever I finish the story, I’ll be going through to edit everything I’ve written to suit my standards. Currently, however, I’m taking a “doesn’t have to be perfect, just has to be done” approach.

“…llo? Oh, ple… ay!”

A groan of irritation forces itself from my throat as someone continues to try and shake me from my sleep.

“…alive! Than… ns! C… on, we need you to wake up!”

Like a computer booting up, I do a diagnostic on my body as the unfamiliar voice continues to get on my nerves. I’m on my back, and there isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t feel like it’s been run over by a steam roller. In spite of this, my extremities are still functional, proven as I stretch my hands and ball them into fists. Arms and legs next. With another sound of displeasure, the little energy I have left in my body is put into heaving my legs up and pushing myself onto my elbows. So far, so goo-

A surging wave of pain sears my vision white, and it takes all I have in me not to scream. I give up the fight and let my elbows drop me back to the ground. Bad move on my part, as the back of my head slams back down onto the metal beneath, causing another flash of agony. I’m less successful at this attempt to bite back a pained noise. Next thing I know, hands are being put on me again, and I instinctively struggle to remove them.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” The voice is back, and with my senses less impaired than they were a while ago, I register it as a woman, a hint of a faded urban accent in her tone. “Just let me help you, baby, you’re gonna be alright.” Easy for you to say, you’re not functionally blind with a stranger touching you after waking up from…

My heart rate quickens as my memory comes back in a flash more painful than the ache on the back of my head. My cat. The earthquakes. The bombs. The tunnel. With a newfound vigor, I renew my efforts to sit up, propping myself up on my elbows once more, this time with the assistance of the woman. “That’s it, you’re doing great.” While my mind told me to snap at her for patronizing me, I fight back the urge. Odds are I’m one hell of a sorry sight right now, and she sounds like she’s further in years than I am. It’s not a surprise she’d try to be a mother hen. The two of us work to heave me up until I’m sitting up, albeit with my arms draped over my knees and my head sagging to rest atop them as I work to refocus my vision. Another bad idea.

Everything is hazy and dark, but I find as my eyes readjust that it’s not on account of the injury; that’s just what it looks like down here. The rusted, warped metal of the tunnel that swallowed me down lines nearly every square inch of this nightmarish cavern, broken up by wires as thick as my torso and floodlights too faded to do much of anything. I can’t see the end of the space I occupy, the vast emptiness of the environment looming over me as if I’d simply fallen into purgatory itself. Chucks of scrap seem to have fallen from the ceiling, and the headache-inducing sound of creaking metal has me looking above my head in fear of a cave in. As I tilt my head up, my aching neck crying in protest, the only things I can see are a pitch black abyss that obscures my entryway and in my peripheral vision, a dark, weathered face staring at me from my left side.

Relaxing my neck back onto my folded arms, I tilt my head towards the woman, peering at her with a sideways view. I was right about her being older than me, appearing to be in her thirties or fourties. Her skin is a deep shade of brown, her hair so black I can barely make it out in the darkness. If I squint I can make out her eyes, tired and lined with a hint of wrinkles, looking at me with an air of concern and apprehension. The most visible aspect of her appearance is her firetruck red lipstick and attire, a shade bright enough to nearly glow in the haze around us. As my eyes, upon completing their analysis, begin to drift further to the side, I notice that we’re not the only ones down here, though their silhouettes and muttered speech grant little in the way of information.

“Think you can stand?” The woman reaches a hand out as though to touch my folded elbow, but she hesitates as I tense up in discomfort. After floating in uncertainty for a moment, the hand proceeds to settle upon my arm anyway, and I glare at the opposing limb and the stranger attached to it, the apprehension in her eyes overpowering the worry for a moment. “I know you’ve been through the ringer - hell, we all have today - but it doesn’t seem safe here. We need to get somewhere more structurally sound.”

Despite my best efforts to find an argument, I feel as though the bulk of my verbosity splattered out of my ears upon impact, leaving me witless and incapable of butting heads with anyone at the moment. I shake her hand off my elbow and set my palms on the rusty floor. A shudder goes up my spine at the disgusting texture, but I file that away as the least of my worries right now. I hoist myself up to fold my right leg under me and use my left leg as a crutch to rise off the ground, every ounce of effort in my body directed at keeping my balance.

Apparently I was light a few ounces, as I feel myself start to tip over. The fall never comes, though. My bracing for impact proves useless as a body quickly finds its way next to me, hands wrapped in firm grasps around my biceps to coerce me to stand upright. The world continues to wobble under my feet, the room spinning around my eyes, but I shake the hands off and muster up the strength to turn towards the intruder of my personal space without landing on my ass.

Appearing taken aback by my struggle, the blonde man put his hands up as if in defense. “Easy now,” he said, southern drawl thick in his voice. He took a step back, gesturing to the slight pool of blood that must’ve formed around my head while I was out. “We’d all thought you were a goner, ‘cept for her. Lost a helluva lotta blood there.”

I try to respond, but my voice comes out dry and choked, garnering further concern from the lady in red. I put a hand up to stop her and clear my throat. “I’m fine,” is all I managed to croak out. It doesn’t feel convincing, and their reactions assure me it didn’t sound convincing either. Unshaken, I turn to glance at the other strangers, who haven’t seemed to have acknowledged my existence and instead continue to bicker amongst themselves.

“If we don’t stay here, how is anyone going to find us?”

“And who, precisely, do you anticipate will be finding us?”

“Old man’s right, we need to set out to find food and more stable shelter.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere!”

“If you want to rot away in here, that’s your prerogative. I’m sure we’d all love a break from the whining.”

“Excuse me?!”

Well, this is going to be miserable. I glance at the blonde man, who appears to be watching the spectacle with a sense of disapproval. “They’ve been at this for ‘bout half an hour. Ain’t doing any favors for anyone.”

“They’d better figure it out,” the woman mutters. “This place is messing with my head. The quicker we’re out of here, the better.”

I cross my arms and murmur out something like an agreement. No matter how many times I scan my dim surroundings to ensure a lack of cameras, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that someone is watching us. That they’re finding all this amusing. And judging by the blonde’s tense posture and the woman’s darting eyes, they can feel it too. The rest of them, though…

“Shut up!” a gravelly voice booms, echoing off the vast metal walls. “We’ve wasted enough damn time already! We’re looking for a way out!” One of the three men spins around to look at us, and I startle despite myself. “You lot, hurry up! Let’s go!”

He begins to make his way towards the three of us, shaking off the hand of the silhouette that moved to grab at his sleeve. “I’m telling you, this is a horrible idea!” As the pair get closer, I can begin to make out details in the gloom. The one striding toward us is a mountain of a man, towering over everyone in the cavern. Judging by the way he carried himself, I know he could kill me with his bare hands, and his face, angular and cruel, tells me he just might. I suppress the animal instinct to back away as he approaches.

The other shape that keeps trying to dart in front of him is minuscule in comparison, though about five times as noisy. As the two come to a stop a few feet away from us, the smell of overpriced cologne assaults my senses, causing me to cough. He appears to be a twig of a man, his sullied, tailored clothes not doing him any favors to dispel that impression. With the constant chatter and nervous demeanor, he almost reminds me of a pampered, overgrown rat.

The larger man barks out at us, “Are you all fucking deaf? I said let’s go!” The three of us glance at each other. On one hand, it’s not a good idea to wander off when you get lost; it’s best to stay where you are so it’ll be easier to find you. On the other, the man with the german accent makes a good point. Who would find us? The earth’s been scorched and odds are any search and rescue teams aren’t prioritizing six people who fell into a metal cavern.

All this in mind, I give a brief shrug and step forward. “Alright, sure.”

The ratty man whirled around to look me in the eyes. “Have you lost it? We have no way of knowing where to go!”

“No, we don’t,” I say, “but since the alternative seems to be standing here blubbering about it, I say we set out.”

“It’s not blubbering,” the man hisses at me, leaning in far too close for my liking. “It’s being reasonable.”

“Firstly, get the hell out of my face,” I bite out, leaning backwards as far as I can with an impaired sense of balance. “Secondly, if you wanna ‘reasonably’ sit here waiting for the charcoal skeletons up there to save you, that’s your call.” I can see his chest puffing up with a response, but we both find ourselves being pushed back by a hand on our chest, which I hurriedly push away.

“That’s enough,” the woman interjected, stepping between the two of us. “Nothing’s gonna get done if we just keep shouting at each other.” The rat opens his mouth again, only to be met with a finger pointed at his face. “I get not wanting to leave, but you know good as the rest of us nobody’s gonna be coming down here.”

The man’s glare turns from me, eyes settling upon the lady. I watch as his demeanor goes from combative to docile as he heaves out a sigh. “I suppose you’re right,” he says, the malice in his voice extinguished. He moves aside, turning to look at the increasingly impatient brute of a man. “I take it you plan on leading the way?”

“You see anyone else here who could?” he sneered.

The rat glances between the woman, the blonde man, and me as if desperate for a rebuttal. “Why not him?” He suggests, gesturing to the blonde man, who seems to snap back to reality upon his acknowledgment.

The blonde shifts in discomfort. “I’d rather you don’t drag me into the fightin’, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Come on, sir,” the man says, his voice making a good effort to not come out as a beg. “You seem to have a more level head than the rest of us, and I feel like that’s just what we need here!”

Not able to care less about who gets to lead the field trip into oblivion, I turn my attention to the final stranger, the German, who hasn’t spoken up since the rest of us were dragged into the shouting match. He stands several feet from the chaos, watching it unfold with a critical expression. To be frank, I’m amazed he’s even able to stand. He looks to be nothing more than a bag of bones, the skin of his face sagging to a haunting extent. His eyes settle upon me and I feel a shiver run down my spine, though I do my best to hide it. While his body is as fragile as glass and paper, his eyes are focused and borderline malicious in a way I can’t articulate.

I force my eyes back upon the rest of the crowd, noting that it seems that despite the rat’s pleading, the brute seems to have come out on top. He herds the rest of them together, and when he gives me a sharp look, I roll my eyes and join the group. His eyes flare in irritation, but my compliance seems like just enough to pacify him. He clears his throat before addressing us.

“Most of us arrived from the northern side of this cave, so we’re leaving on the south side.” As if he has a fucking clue which way’s north or south.

“Wait, but then wouldn’t it make more sense to head north?” Oh great, the rat’s not done.

“I’m with ya. If we got in that way, it’s likely we’d a way out that way.” I thought you didn’t want to lead.

“And maybe there’s more people that way that need help!” As if we don’t have enough problems as is, lady.

“We do not know any of that is true.” Thanks for the helpful input, creep.

“Enough!” The brute’s voice booms off the walls once more, doing little to help my headache. “I said we go south, so we go south! We don’t need any more dead weight! Six people is more than enough!”

“Oh, come now, Benny, surely you have room for one more?”

The air stands still. The creaking metal and buzzing wires that had once filled the cavern seem to be holding their breath the same way all of us are. I don’t have to see any of their faces to know what they look like. What they’re thinking. That none of us wants to be the first one to acknowledge where the intruder’s voice came from. That it came from the walls and the ceiling and the floor and yet, somehow from inside each of our minds.

Against all our internal wishes, the voice returns with a cackle. “Why so tense? Don’t let me stop you.” While seeming masculine, the voice seems… artificial, somehow. Like it was never meant to exist, but forced itself into reality anyway. “I don’t see what all the fuss is about, just carry on with your-“

“How the fuck do you know my goddamn name?!” The brute, or I suppose, Benny, shouts at the ceiling in terror. “Who the hell are you, you fucking bastard?!”

“Ooh, temper, temper,” the voice mocks, glee evident in its voice. “We have plenty of time for introductions.” It drops down to a threatening, nearly tangible rumble. “More time than your pathetic minds could ever understand.”

“What do you mean by that?” The rat squeaks, shrinking his head down into his shoulders as if to hide.

“My apologies! Here I’d thought you were familiar with introductions, Ted,” the voice returning to its original snarky tone. “I figured all those men and women you charmed would’ve been practice enough.”

There’s a moment of silence, just a beat, and I watch as Ted’s hunched posture freezes in place. He begins to shake, his hands curling up into tight fists held to his side as if his arms were tied against his body. He seems terrified, more terrified than one should be after such a trivial observation.

“Trivial observation?” The offended shout sinks deep into my bones, and the others look at each other in confusion. “You’ve wasted your whole life on meaningless observations, and you have the utter gall to deem others’ as trivial?” I can feel everyone’s eyes land on me one by one, and I find myself beginning to shrink in the same way as Ted.

“Oh dear, so many eyes on you. Always hated that didn’t you? When people can see through that little stone mask you put up? Fine and dandy when you sit there and observe their weaknesses like rats in a cage, but heaven forbid you become the show. Careful now, they might just see right through you. See how weak and pathetic you really are. Let’s face it, even if those humans you deigned to call family weren’t - how did you put it? ‘Charcoal skeletons?’ - they wouldn’t even notice you were gone, would they? Would never think to look for you. Why would they even care? Your life was over long before they died.”

The wave of fear and regret that washes over my body almost knocks me over in my weakened state. I catch the eye of the woman in red, who seems perplexed by my behavior, and I realize that only part of his taunting was aloud. I struggle to find comfort in that knowledge. Just as I see the question of “Are you okay?” forming on her mouth, the voice, in all its horrible glory, sets its sights on her.

By now, I was far too shaken to care much for what it, or what he, or whatever, used as ammunition against the others. I catch a few words, but they come separately as my mind retreats further into the presumed safety of my subconscious amidst the rising panic. A fear of yellow. Thoughts of suicide. A failing memory. A history of violence. Skeletons ripped out of all of our closets, secret shames laid bare to the small crowd of strangers. One by one, each person is faced with their past, with only a single apparent common theme that unites us.

Pathetic, wretched little humans.

Whether this went on for only a minute or a quarter of an hour, I can’t say. All I can say is that as the voices all die out, and the six of us are left in silence, trembling, waiting for… something. Anything. I pull myself from inside my head, sneaking a glance at the others. Despite how hard some of them try to hide it, fear has grabbed hold of our souls and is squeezing the air from our bodies.

The old blonde, whose name I only know started with a G, is the only among us to find the courage to speak. “Who… who are you?” His voice is shaky and quiet, and I doubt that the intangible being can even hear it.

Despite those doubts, or potentially because of them, a horrendous, echoing laugh bellows through the expansive room. “How rude of me!” he exclaims, “You really wanna know?” The voice lowers once more, whispering as if to tell us a secret.

“You are to call me AM. And believe me, by the time I’m through with you all, that name and the hate it contains will be seared into your skulls until all you know is pain.”

[PLEASE NOTE: ALL FUTURE UPDATES ARE TO BE POSTED ON MY ALT ACCOUNT @legiblyloathed]

#yandere x reader #yandere ihnmaims ted #yandere ihnmaims #yandere #male yandere #yandere story #obsessive yandere #tw yandere #yandere Ted #x reader #error code 1345

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blueywrites · 1 year

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I've been reading TD&TC from the beginning again and was reminded of how Steve pretty much gave Eddie sex advice and the thought of that had me giggling because that is one conversation I would have loved to listen in on. Steve giving Eddie a Ted Talk on female orgasms in the middle of some field or where ever while Eddie listens intently is just...It's so funny but at the same time I am so very intrigued. How did Eddie even initiate that conversation? I doubt he managed it in a subtle or graceful way. And I imagine Steve would have been so curious to know just who it was that Eddie was determined to please. And how did Eddie cover his tracks? because he couldn't let anyone know that it was Dove.

Ahhh! Bluey, please! Any thoughts that you can share about this?

This is a great question! I'll put my thoughts below the cut. I'm kinda thinking this through as I write, so bear with me haha

I imagine that Steve and Eddie in this AU are foils when it comes to their public perception. Like, adults think Steve is a very sweet, 'godfearing,' respectful boy and think Eddie is just wild, outlandish, and roguish. Whereas, in reality, Steve is the one schmoozing all their daughters and Eddie pretty much keeps to himself and has almost no experience haha. Steve and Eddie don't dislike each other, but there isn't any love lost between them - similar to how they are in canon before having that little 'reconciling differences' conversation in the Upside Down.

So I think Eddie and the other young adults know of Steve's reputation. The girls just know that he's a charming hound, but the guys have their guy conversations and realize that Steve is the one to go to for all the dirty details about how to bed a girl.

I haven't thought through all the logistics for where/when they would've spoken, mostly because there are some aspects of this AU that are 'thin' in my mind - like what's going on in town, who lives where, what Steve does in his free time or as his occupation, etc. But I think Eddie connived a way to show up wherever Steve was and probably prodded him lightly to talk about girls, and Steve - more than happy to oblige - talked about his latest conquest.

I think this version of Steve might be a little charmer, but he is kind at heart. So when he realized that, in his roundabout way, Eddie was looking for advice, I think he was happy to provide some good knowledge. I also think if Steve asked if there was a girl he had in mind, Eddie probably deflected and just said he wants to make the experience better for his next partner, whoever she may be. Maybe implied he was trying to fool around with a variety of girls, and then they pushed each other around a little, ragging on each other lightly before going off to do their own thing.

One thing I'm still pondering is what Eddie and Dove's relationships with other young people are like. Who are their other friends? What are the dynamics between the other young adults in town? What did school look like for them? What happened at the Byers' Fourth of July party? That kind of thing. It's not needed for where the plot is going, but it is something I wanna explore for myself at least!

#blueyblabs #td&tc

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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EIGHTEEN, CRAZY (Prologue)

"The Plan"

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst— and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: mostly fluff/fake dating

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: brief allusion to murder (?) That's it

A/N: Diving head first into the Eddie Munson obsession pool like Steve dove into that lake LMAOOO Disclaimer that I'm not doing much research on this tbh, so beware. If you wanna be added to any taglist let me know. That said, enjoy this little blurb <3.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

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"YOU KIDDING?!"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I questioned unbothered, not quite understanding the concern in my friends' faces.

"You sound like you're kidding!" My best friend Linda looked around in fear before leaning across the lunch table. "Y/n. Eddie Munson? Are you serious?" She whispered in distress.

After years of being meticulously held at bay by my parents, and with the end of my highschool experience on the horizon, I had resumed it was time to rebel, straying from my straight A, good girl path.

Since my parents would definitely not yield to my pleas of flying free by fair means, the only way they had left me was by foul.

That's how I found myself explaining to my group of close friends what devious plan my mind had devised.

"Well I mean— he's not that bad, y'know?" Liz, who sat at the front of the table, spoke, lazily playing with the food on her plate. "I tutor him in math, he's... actually kinda nice. Horrible student, though."

"Bet Ted Bundy was 'actually kinda nice'." The quieter of us four finally spoke his mind about my idea, accompanying his sentence with quotation marks.

"George!" I widened my eyes at his deadpan expression, to which he shrugged.

"What? We're just tryna knock some common sense into you."

"I— well— Okay— Listen! I don't need 'common sense'," I hissed through gritted teeth. "I need my parents to get off my back!"

"Why don't you go for, I don't know, Carver?" Liz suggested. "I feel like your dad would be just as mad."

I twisted my face with apprehension, sparing a side eye to the basketball team's captain. "I don't like him."

"But you like Eddie Munson?" Linda inquired, incredulous.

"I didn't say that."

"You're implying it." George pointed out with squinted, suspecting eyes.

"I don't like him!" I groaned, slamming my fist on our table. George raised his hands in defeat, straightening himself on the spot. "All I know is that he's a scary guy, older than me, with long hair," I started counting with my fingers in front of my friends "he drinks, he smokes—"

"He sells drugs."

"He sells drugs— good point." I agreed, pointing at a very much alarmed Linda. "Plays in a weird band, and is part of a cult or something."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n."

"Plus, by what Lizzy says, he's not that much of a bad guy, so we know he won't— I don't know— take me to his van, kill me and chop my corpse off into little chunks."

"Do we?" George hesitance did nothing but annoy me, but I understood my friend's point.

"Believe me," Liz chucked softly raising her brows without looking up from her plate. "We do."

"The whole point is to give my parents a heart attack, and they despise everything Eddie Munson stands for." I leaned back on my chair, finishing my explanation. "It's perfect."

"It's nonsense, that's what it is." George countered. "You're out of your mind, Y/n."

"Would you look at that? my parents finally managed to drive me crazy." I nonchalantly stated, looking around the cafeteria in search of a particular student. "There he is."

"Who?" Linda tracked my line of vision with a puzzled gaze.

"Munson." Liz clarified, taking a peek over George's shoulder, and therefore missing my movements until I was up. "Hey, where you going?"

"To get the ball rolling." I checked my wristwatch, taking a hold of my backpack before throwing one of the straps over my shoulder.

"Oh God." Linda's words came out muffled, as her face was hidden behind her palms.

"Y/n, wait—" While I circled our table, George had gotten up, and now stood in my way. "Don't take this the wrong way but... Ugh—"

"But?" I prompted him to speak, very much aware that the lunch break was coming to an end, which meant that I was running out of time.

"You haven't asked out anyone in your life," my friend halfheartedly muttered. "and you're gonna start with Eddie Munson?"

I froze as George's words sunk in. With a deep breath, and taking another look at the pariahs' table, I shook off my insecurities in favor of taking my freedom back.

"Go big or go home, Georgie." I dedicated the boy a smile and, with a pat on his chest, I moved him aside and resumed my walk.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #fake dating #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie munson angst

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politelymenacing · 1 year

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My Series 2 rewatch thoughts that no-one asked for. Mostly random thoughts and things I've only noticed since watching series 3. Series 1 rewatch here.

The bit of Jamie on This Morning feels so wrong. There is nowhere near enough giggling on the part of Phil and Holly. The vibes are so off.

Jamie's eyes light up when he sees the little Richmond fan asking for his autograph. He is super cute with kids, actually.

Ted says his favourite book is The Fountainhead. I haven't read it, but from what I understand the philosophy of that book really does not seem to line up with Ted's at all. If anyone has read it, I'd love to hear any insights as to why the writers chose that as his favourite.

The way that Phoebe's team looks at Roy 🥰

There's Isaac in glasses again (I might be slightly obsessed, but in my defence, he looks so good in them).

Jamie x Dani shippers be like:

This is the most unconvincing email I've ever seen:

Love hearing some Queen on the soundtrack.

There has been a serious lack of Trent so far. We truly are spoilt in series 3.

Instant chemistry between Ted and Nora. I love it

Bring it On references and is that pom pom shaking, Mr Crimm? They are so embarrassing. I love them.

Bumbercatch as always asking the important questions:

The whole British Doll thing is soooooo weird to me. I guess this was a thing for the Americans?

There is no way that many people would be outside on Christmas day in London.

Dani and Zoreaux playing with Higgins's kids is wonderful. They really commit to the bit.

Julie Higgins / Dani BFF agenda starts here, they are so cute.

Mr Shelby! (Damn you really do have to rewatch it all to get all their little references, huh?)

Oh interesting. Jade is actually not particularly rude to Nate the first time they meet. It's only after he pulls his demanding shit. I had remembered her being worse. Or maybe I've just come around to her after she took none of Rupert's shit.

Kids looking at Roy with heart eyes Part 2.

The pub lads' Bake Off chant 😂

Gifs and screenshots truly do not capture the adorableness of Colin and Will's camouflage interaction. Will's laugh is So. Cute. (Sorry. Michael, I am still holding out hope for these two)

Also, I don't know if anyone has mentioned this yet, but under the camouflage is a rainbow trim on Colin's jumper:

They truly did such a good job casting Jamie's dad.

How is Sam so smooth a) at his age and b) in the presence of Rebecca??

New headcanon: The scarves that Beard and Jeremy get from the lost and found at the Crown and Anchor were Trent's.

Jamie helping Dani walk in his dress shoes 🥰

The lads all look great at the funeral (especially Isaac). I am living for Colin's waistcoat.

Hearing Roy say "service station" is painful. At least he said aeroplane. (I am telling myself he was talking about a service station in America, because I don't think I have ever seen an advert for a petrol station in my life)

Ted is so happy when Trent texts him! (Maybe because he wrote 'The Independent' and it seems hella flirty if you don't know what's coming next and if you think about the fact he's texting at night)

I'm sorry, but Trent's byline photo is so funny.

It doesn't matter how many times I've seen it, it still hurts so much.

WILL LURKING. 💖

FOLLOW THE MONEY!

Well this makes me nervous for the end of series 3....

Still the best shot of the entire show.

That theory about leopard print indicating a character is queer? Don't forget Mae:

Dani giving Will a piggyback!

Why were we surprised to learn Sam named the restaurant after his dad? He is credited as Ola:

#and those have been my thoughts #that noone asked for #ted lasso #ted lasso rewatch #please feel free to chat to me about any and all of this

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remembering-angels · 27 days

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My 70s past life a little bit more in depth (trigger warning)

my story is a bit hard to explain, i guess ill have to ask someone to believe in reincarnation in order to read this story, but i guess it wont be too confusing, i don't believe ive changed that much. so i guess ill have to go back, before i was a child in the garden or even before i could speak, back before i could walk, back before my mother even thought of my existence, back before i was born, back to that dark forest in 1974, laying on that cold hard ground ,my arms, my body becoming numb, someone takes my last breath away and the full moon illuminates his desire , a dark desire to possess, as if i was a flower he had picked out in a garden ,but i was a human and so was he, his cold arms trace down my body, my last breath gets trapped in his mouth, the whispers around me grow closer,tiny whispers calling me to leave this body, it is time to leave, it is time to leave a body that's no longer mine, to find a new vessel for all my hopes and dreams and pain, no that body laying there on the damp forest floor ,under the man i once met on an evening stroll down my campus , that body he tears apart with his bare hands is now his vessel for his dark desires and my hopes and dreams need to find a new home now.

'you are so stupid , stupid , stupid, why would you get in to his car? why would you follow him?' i berated myself for a long time after remembering that life. i dont remember how i moved on, there was no door and the only light in the forest was the sunrise above the trees , did i really spend the whole night with him? my killer did not leave me with a neat little guidebook on what do after you get murdered but he did leave me with a name , Ted. now looking back at it saying 'i got in to a VW bug with a man named ted' sounds like the stupidest thing to say, maybe it is. but back then i didn't know of the other girls he took to that ride before me, i didn't know about the other girls who could write an identical story to me.

i was only a 20 something girl that felt incredibly lost in life. even back then i was dreaming of more than life could offer me, i just felt tired of people always asking me 'what you want to do with your life' i don't know, i don't know, my boyfriend at the time seemed to have everything figured out, marriage, work , smoking weed , but how can i marry someone when i don't even know what i want, my parents and i had i suppose just the regular relationship a middle class family in america would have, fights here and there but overall i remember a lot of love,i regret not telling them more often that i loved them, i regret the fights. and i was in love with my bf because he was funny and he had the warmest hugs, he always wanted to know everything inside my brain ,i should have told him that i wanted something else, i never had the heart to breakup with him , he was my friend since highschool. my father always wanted the best to me , for me to marry someone successful so he could provide for me or i could go to a job that would actually bring me money haha in this life i always missed having a father and in that life i always worried about my father,he was always cheerful and in times stern, i wish i had gotten along better with my mother too,she always saw the world differently.

my house had wooden walls that i always found comforting and warm ,they were so inviting, the bricks in my state university were red and depressing to me back then, they were too boring, too dull, the library in the uni was not my favorite place but it was silent enough to let me think and i often would use the phone there.

one night in early 1974 i felt too suffocated being in my dorm room, the open window didn't help at all, my mood started to fall in to a bit of a depressive spiral, i looked out of the window in to the dark street below and decided taking a walk is just what my tired brain needs, the walk from my dorm didn't seem long and i took my time. its strange looking back at something and realizing that that strange feeling of looking behind your shoulder as you walk is just your intuition screaming, i carefully looked behind me as i walked but there was no one there, what was i so afraid of that night, what footsteps did i feel behind me. by the time i reached my destination it was already so late at night, i sat down on the bench sulking in my own thoughts ,i was so preoccupied with them that i didnt notice a man sitting next to me, he was tall, clean shaven, light brown hair, watch on his right wrist. he introduced himself politely, said his name was ted, i wasnt really in the mood to make new friends that night si i politely answered him back and said i have to go back in to my dorm now, since it started to be really late at night.but ted didnt take this as a sign to say goodbye, he followed me down to the dark street, my new ''friend'' kept chatting with me as we turned down the ally way, up to the parking lot , his car , an old vw was standing in the darkness of the parking lot, i should go now i told him as i turned around to head back to the campus, he kept insisting on me staying but i kept saying goodbye, at some point i guess his patience ran out, i turn away from him , i suddenly feel a hand grabbing my wrist, before i could even understand whats going on, my head slams against his car with a force that leaves my vision blurry and my body disoriented, i try to grab in to something, anything , his hands pin me down to the car, the pain in my head just gets sharper and sharper. i wake up again, i am in the seat besides him, my body feels numb, i look at him, his face is blank and he stares in to the road, no emotion, nothing , he doesnt hear or care about me begging him to let me go, i start crying for him to let me go thats where he grabs my hair, pulls me to himself and tells me ''shut up or ill make it worse for you'' thats the moment i realized that i shouldnt mess with him, that he is dangerous, i was too scared to even dare to make a sound or breath too loudly. he keeps driving and then he stops in the forest,near some kind of shed, he forces me inside . and thats probably where i should end that story.

thanks for reading!

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bisexualshakespeare · 5 months

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fic writer asks

I saw these questions by @ficwip and decided to just answer all of them rather than waiting to be asked

30 questions below the cut!

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? Uhh I wrote a lot of smut? 😅 oh I have a fic that is just a sex scene? it was part of a series so the lead in was technically there and also I was about to start my period and was very horny. I loooove a long lead in to the sex. Lightning Strike, and kind of Nymph Butter too, has like a couple horny paragraphs and then sex. I don't know if I would do it again but it wasn't really planned? so I guess we'll see what happens!

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) it looks like 25??? wild

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I think I have a better grasp of how I intuitively write and I learned that it's NOT a thing I need to train myself out of. It's okay if I write non chronologically or in dialogue only for the first draft, because following the way my brain works will lead me into the most energetic path and I can circle back and add description or transitions later. I think I'm better at description than I think I am but it just doesn't come as quickly.

What piece of media inspired you the most? I mean I published 5 Willow fics in less than two months and started several more so I feel like I have to say Willow!

What fandom(s) did you write for this year? Willow, Ted Lasso, Haven, a couple other one off fandom filks

What ship(s) captured your heart? Airk/Elora/Graydon I am such a sucker for ot3s

What character(s) captured your heart? THRAXUS BOORMAN MY LOVE

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year? Yeah I watched Willow in i think April and enjoyed nothing else as much

What fic meant the most to you to write? Finishing Multivocal was soooooo wow. Like it is The longest thing I've ever finished and it really brought writing back into my daily life as something to look forward too rather than something to feel guilty for not doing? I wrote it for like three years. This year I made some edits and added some scenes that made me feel really good about taking my time. I really wrote the fic I wanted to see (except i mean i would've preferred them to fuck but other than that lol)

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? Eckleberry Pie was so fun. It was really stream of consciousness. I just had no worries about what other people would think cause I literally was like no one is gonna read this but @lowkeyed1 so I can do whatever stupid shit I want 😂

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? I think Apple Candy. I didn't realize how it was going to end until I got there. I kinda sped through the end of the chapter cause it was already going up after the October collection was closed and I wanted to get it done, so I was just kinda awkwardly figuring out what we were gonna leave on and then I wrote that Graydon was loved and I was like 'oh. yeah. that's what this was about!'

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it? All of them were difficult. If we're including fics I didn't finish then probably every ted lasso fic I tried to write and couldn't. I was planning on writing a series from Jamie's perspective, I tried to write a fantasy AU, I tried to write PWP, just so much did not work and then I left the fandom.

What fic was the easiest to write? I think I wrote Lightning Strike in like an hour lol

What were your shortest and longest fics this year? If we're ignoring filks and Multivocal, which started posting last year, then the shortest would be Bridges at 670 words and the longest would be my as yet unposted Cyrano AU at 21K.

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023 I mean I have to go with Eckleberry Pie and the rest of the Harvest Festival series right?! Or if you don't want a bunch of smut then In The Middle is a filk about yelling at creators, so that's a mood

What were your go-to writing songs? I got really into these "immersive writing session" videos where someone buys the rights to a bunch of instrumental music and puts it together to fit a vibe. I listened a lot to traveling through a medieval fantasy world but it gets darker the longer you write What were your go-to writing snacks? tiny bottles of wine cocktails from the grocery store

What was the hardest fic to title? I guess Lightning Strike? I almost always name fics after phrases I use in the fic and in the Harvest Fest series I wanted them to be named after food cause I knew the last one was going to be called Apple Candy, but Lightning Strike didn't have any time for food cause it was just fuckin so I had to find something that felt like it fit but was different. It was a change in perspective, Elora instead of Graydon, so once I decided I wasn't mad about the title not fitting the theme.

Share your favorite opening line Okay I actually wanna use a filk for this cause I love the first verse of What You Believe: How on earth could I be calm When inside my chest's a ticking bomb? The nicest guys can be deceiving Lift you up, then leave you bleeding It's a goddamn tragedy like Misérables

Share your favorite ending line As the moon rose on the final day of the Harvest Festival, Graydon knew, with the utmost certainty, he was loved.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue From Apple Candy:

“So what am I gonna do while you and Airk are together? Sit in my room twiddling my thumbs?” She scoffed and dropped her hands from his shoulders. “I kinda thought you would do things that I don’t like, like studying your languages or practicing the flute.” “Yeah or sleeping with Boorman.” Elora groaned and rolled her eyes. It was kinda cute though. Knowing she was in love with him made it better. He ran a thumb over her hip. “Hey so, Airk left us your bedroom for a few hours. What do you think he’s doing, knowing what we’re supposed to be doing?” Elora’s eyes narrowed. “He better be twiddling his damn thumbs.”

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene From Multivocal, a scene between Duke and Audrey I added right before posting and was much needed:

“I think it could work." She pressed. "The three of us.” “Oh you’re not even gonna ask me? I could have other offers. I’m a very well liked guy.” “As I can see by the gigantic mess all your friends left.” “Hey I don’t mind a mess,” he held her eyes, “as long as I’m not the only one trying to clean up.” She stepped closer. “You’re not.” Audrey put a hand on his chest. She had almost done the same thing several months ago, when she thought the only option was giving him his family trouble again. But then she’d wrapped her hand around his neck instead and pulled him in for their first kiss since Colorado.

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

this is so hard. I feel like I forget what I used to struggle with cause I'm so focus on what i'm currently struggling with 😅

I had a really hard time writing Nymph Butter because it was this mix of humor and smut and sincerity and I wanted to have like real moments of connection between Graydon and Elora without it being so serious that it killed the sexy mood. The whole fic was a big balancing act there.

“Can you stop talking about Airk? He has nothing to do with us.” “Of course he does!” She shouted, hitting the ground in frustration. “I thought I loved him, but what if I was just using him to get over you? Like you're using Boorman to get over me.” “First of all, Boorman likes being used. Don't you, pal?” Boorman’s moan came from behind him, along with the sound of his hand sliding with help from the nymph butter.

I'm pretty happy with how it came out. I was very meh when I first posted it, but on a reread I think it holds up. Since my new main ship is an ot3 I'm sure I'll have many more chances to work on this mixture of sex and relationship negotiation.

What’s something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

I think I was surprised in Apple Candy that Boorman got a little jealous of Graydon and Elora. Boorman was always supportive of them but when I was writing the morning after, I started thinking in Boorman's voice and I felt that little twinge of sensitivity that he has and how he runs away from his emotions and I was like hmm okay I'll follow that. The overall story was the same but I think it added a little weight to the Graydon/Elora relationship negotiation that came after.

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) a combination of GDrive, LibreOffice, OneNote, and a physical notebook.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Probably in August when I first started writing Cryano AU. I hadn't written anything the whole month and then in the last week and a half I wrote like 5k

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

No but I should! I need to think of a good finished project ritual. I think I usually just text a friend and sigh and watch youtube videos and wait to get a comment.

How did you recharge between fics?

I...don't? Should I have a recharge ritual too?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

🥺 I would like to thank my IRL friend Lee for beta-ing Multivocal for me. I would like to thank lowkeyed for leading the way in the scary world of rare pairs. Thanks to everyone on the Revolorilution server for encouraging my ideas. Everyone at Voiceteam for encouraging my filks, especially klb! And of course I thank everyone who commented and gave a kudos on my fics! I love you all so much! It's been a great year of writing! Thank you 😭

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

I want to write all of the willow season 2 fic ideas. I am manifesting an announcement of the show coming back and I want to make sure I get all my thoughts out before that happens. I'm definitely excited about the possibility and would like to have trust in the writers, BUT I put off all my ted lasso ideas until season 3 and now they're all dead to me so gotta grab my joy while I can!

#ask game #kinda

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current-obsession-hoard · 11 months

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So I watched Across the Spider-verse some time ago and here’s my thoughts:

Btw this is coming from a girl who watched Into the Spider-verse once and never rewatched it so I personally liked the recall thing at the start

DISCLAIMER: Spoilers are ahead, I do not know nor claim to know psychology or the comics, feel free to correct me on either of those topics and the fact that I have not watched the first one in a really long time

I love how we got a bit of Gwen’s POV and everything

OKAY YALL HEAR ME OUT ON THIS:

The coloring was so good oh my god

You know the scene at the beginning ish when Gwen comes home to her dad and goes to her room?

HER ROOM IS SAD AND DISMAL AND DARK COMPARED TO THE REST OF THE HOUSE AND HER DAD WHICH YOU CAN SEE AS HER DSD STANDS IN THE DOORWAY

BUT

BUT THEN SHE HUGS HIM AND THE LIGHT SPREADS TO HER

AND

WHEN GWEN AND HER DAD CONFRONT EACH OTHER AT THE END, AFTER THEY MAKE UP ITS SO GLOWY AND STUFF AND ITS LIKE SHES GETTING HER HOPE BACK AFTER CONVINCING HERSELF THAT HER DAD DOESNT LOVE HER ANYMORE AND IS GONBA DIE FOR THE PAST LIKE 3 MONTHS

So yeah that happened

Moving on,

That cliffhanger? Did not see it coming at all

But to be fair I did not know it was gonna be a two part thing so I was fully prepared for a full swing NOT LEAVING RIGHT AFTER MILES GETS CAPTURED BY HIMSELF.

Also I think Miles has such good reasons to be mad at Peter and Gwen and I think after they like save everyone woohoo, they need to sit down and talk because keeping that big of a secret from your friend is life changing dude

And literally my heart was gonna burst when Peter told Miles that he wanted a child because he wants a kid like Miles and just UGHDKSJDJF

That whole chase scene was so funny though because there were like a bajillion Spider-Man’s who could hypothetically stop Miles but they just. didn’t.

And I find that so funny

I also find funny that a random girl who Miles had never met before until like a couple hours ago helped him escape rather than his only friends. And like I get it, loyalty woohoo but also your friend is going through smth rn and as a 15 year old Spider-Man, y’all should be grateful he didn’t take it harder tbh

And now miguel o'hara.

Okay look at the start I loved him, he seemed like an Oliver Queen type who gets shit done but just is so easy to tease it’s funny

But then ya know he blew up

So just a disclaimer I know nothing of psychology and I won’t claim to, but here’s what I think

Miguel should NOT be leading a group. Like sure maybe in the future but now? Hell no

So I don’t know how recent the whole ‘messing with canon and destroying my whole family and myself in a universe thing’ was but it’s obviously very unresolved for him

There’s no way he can get closure for it, and also he’s very open about it so I feel like he’s aware that it will garner a sympathetic reaction and uses it on people to manipulate them and in turn thinks his trauma is resolved but really he’s just trying to squash it down with all this spider team for anomalies and stuff.

It’s not working.

He’s very prone to anger, pretty egotistical if he never listens to anyone but himself, apathy, probably sees himself as a monster, never trusts anyone, and basically he’s a dangerous gremlin who’s also the Hulk at the same time.

I think with his past (I have also never read any of the comics so feel free to correct me on any of this) hes very structured and just like ‘no mistakes’ which is understandable but really sad

He isn’t a good guy and he’s not a bad guy and he’s kinda like the police in like every superhero movie ever where they’re trying to tell you to follow the law/canon and everything, but it still doesn’t work.

Also Hobie? Top tier, he is the goat

So yeah that’s my thoughts in a brain dump

Personally, I already want the third one but that’s a whole 9 months away so

Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted talk if you’ve made it this far

Enjoy the gif

#spider gwen #spider man: across the spider verse #spider verse #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse 2 #miles morales #gwen stacy #miguel ohara #hobie brown

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