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stsgluver · 7 months

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summary. instead of spending two weeks in a hot country, you're stuck in a cramped hotel with your boyfriend.

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tags. richly!gojo au, fluff, slightly suggestive themes but not really you've got to squint hard, swearing once

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“i’m literally dying,” gojo whined, falling back dramatically onto the double bed in the room.

you shot him a glare from where you sat on the floor, searching through your suitcase for ibuprofen which you had grabbed in the airport’s pharmacy to help with the searing headache you had. despite his tendency to have migraines that could leave him bedridden for days, gojo had decided not to bring any painkillers just in case and that was just one of many reasons you might be killing him before the fortnight is over. “if you complain one more time you will be dead.”

you were meant to be going on a two week, all inclusive holiday with your darling boyfriend and his mega rich family in a hot foreign country, the worries of college pushed far to the back of your mind for fourteen days of pure bliss.

but fate clearly didn’t think you’d earnt such restbite as upon arrival and taking the mandatory test, both you and gojo had tested positive for covid-19. the light sniffles he had put down to hayfever and the headache you’d assumed was just what came with having gojo satoru as a boyfriend, were in fact symptoms of the illness you both had.

so now here you were: isolating in a small hotel room until your isolation period was up, or you both tested negative. it was sparsely decorated – a double bed in the centre of the room and a television opposite. there was a small open wardrobe where gojo had dumped his suitcase and an ensuite that would just about fit your lanky boyfriend. although not the best, there was some air conditioning as well which made the stifling heat just a little bit more bearable.

the staff had given you a specific number to call if either of your symptoms got worse and food would be brought to you at specific times everyday (not like the usual room service gojo was used to where he’d order banquets of food at stupid times in the morning). there were also the morning tests that you now had to do daily which left you pathetically sneezing afterwards. all in all, nothing that you had expected for your get away.

after finally finding the medication, you quickly swallowed two pills down with a sip of water. the sooner they could kick in and actually do something to help ease your discomfort, the better.

crawling onto the double bed, gojo welcomed you with open arms and you gratefully curled into his side, throwing one of your legs over him. yes, it was boiling and yes, you were mildly irritated with your boyfriend, but you were also in pain and, for all his flaws (which he denied having any), nothing could top being held close by him. the two of you were clingy with each other at the best of times – being ill and feeling sorry for yourselves only made you both worse.

“pass me the remote,” you patted the space next to gojo blindly, too lazy to lift your head to actually search for it. it had now been almost an hour of you two cuddled up on the bed, and for the last thirty minutes gojo had been rewatching the same show over and over. whilst you headache had marginally subsided, listening to the same crappy show was only driving you insane.

“no, i like this show,” gojo whined, swatting your hand away.

“satoru,” you dragged out, muffled as you pressed your face further into his top, “you’ve watched this episode three times, you don’t need to watch it again.”

gojo hummed thoughtfully, running his hands through your hair. it was enough to make you fall asleep if you weren’t careful. “yes i do.”

“why?” you rested your chin on his chest, meeting the gaze of his bright blue eyes that sparkled as they looked down at you.

“because i’m ill.” he coughed twice for affect, sounding as pathetic as ever as he ‘checked’ himself for a fever too.

you narrowed your eyes at him before pinching his side, causing him to let out a small yelp. “who’s fault is that?”

“covid’s.”

“no. yours,” you said pointedly, a little more alert as you relayed all the reasons why it was in fact gojo’s fault that you both had contracted this illness. “i said don’t go to geto’s party, we’re about to go on a very expensive holiday. you said but baby please please please-” you huffed, rolling back onto your back next to him defiantly. “so i gave in, as per, and now we’re–”

gojo brought his other hand to messily pat the top of your head, coaxing you to turn to face him. “i love it when you’re mad,” he was wearing a shit-eating grin that only widened when you blankly stared back at him – your annoyance radiating off of you in waves more powerful than the ones you could’ve been enjoying on the sun-ridden beach. “you’re so sexy.”

“you’re corny. and annoying,” you sat yourself up as you held out your hand, lifting a finger with each complaint, “and stupidly tall, and a pain in my ass… and i feel like you’re not even listening.”

gojo crossed his arms behind his head as he condescendingly nodded along, gazing up at you with a lopsided smile. his top had risen up ever so slightly to expose a sliver of his abs and you hated how attractive he looked when all you wanted to do was throttle him for his childish behaviour.

“oh i’m listening baby,” he encouraged with a teasing tone, tracing small patterns on the exposed skin of your leg. “go on.” there was a fire in his wake, one that no hot weather could ever compare to, not even covid had this much of an affect on you.

“i don’t think i want to anymore,” you mumbled arms crossed as you slowly lay back down and avoided his eyes, trying not to give him any indication that you were a complete fool for his touch (like your sudden bashfulness wasn’t completely giving you away).

gojo was slow with his movements, thoughtful as he dragged his hand up along your thigh, grazing your hips, giving your waist a light squeeze as he traced the outline of your body. your breath was caught in your throat as you allowed him to do as he pleased, all previous grievances forgiven as you watched entranced. gradually, he closed the gap that you had created, shifting his body until he straddled you, holding his body up by resting on his forearms either side of your head.

gojo dipped his head down, lips milimetres from your own that you would barely even need to lift your head from the pillow to touch. his voice was an octave deeper as he spoke. “shame, i was just starting to–”

and then he fell into a fit of very loud and very barky and very not sexy coughs. he didn’t even give you the decency of trying to limit the spread of his germs and buried his head into the crook of your neck once his coughs were over.

“mood fucking ruined,” you hit his shoulder lightly and he babbled something that was completely muffled and only tickled as his lips brushed your skin. “please let me at least change the channel so i die from this illness and not insanity.”

gojo lifted his head up ever so slightly, just enough so that he could peck the corner of your lips and point to the spot next to you. “i slipped the remote under my pillow. tv’s all yours baby.”

a/n. I think this is like the first thing ive posted in almost a month. I MISS YOU GUYS xxx

taglist. @jar-03 @animeflower26 @hyori2

#— toru!!#satoru #gojo drabbles #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x you #gojo fluff #gojou satoru #rich boy!gojo

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ineffabildaddy · 23 days

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i'm sure someone has done this already, i'm just curious hehe.

pls reblog for sample size and feel free to explain why you watch the way you watch in the reblogs or replies!

#good omens #polls #ineffabildaddy

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shelaghdette · 4 months

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ctm s13e06 thoughts (spoilery, sweary, sleep deprived, scottish)

actual pisstake. frothing at the mouth. rabid. feral. unhinged. not being normal.

first of all, the episode.

matthew aylward is an absolutely abhorrent fiend. every single time his face showed up on the screen, me & my pals on the discord server were POURING abuse into the chat. callin this man the worstest names in the world. truly the minginest bloke ive ever seen. imagine shouting at my best pal trixie franklin (who is your beautiful gorjiss wife) just because she tried to help solve a problem YOU created. DIAF matthew aylward.

AND NOW APPARENTLY NONNATUS HOUSE ISN'T SAFE FROM CLOSURE BECAUSE TRASHTHEWS STUPID ARSE IS LOSING ALL HIS MONEY?? TAKING THE PEE EYE DOUBLE ESS ON THAT ONE MATE. NOT HAPPY. THE YOUNG LASSIES (WHO ARE PROBABLY ABOUT THE SAME AGE AS ME) HAVE ONLY JUST GOT THEIR PERMANENT JOABS AND NOW NONNATUS COULD BE CLOSING??? LIFE RUINING

speaking of new faces, love aw the wee pupil midwives passing their exams!! so excited to see wee rosalind and wee joyce as permanent staff at nonnatus!!!

speaking of the pupils, THEY ARE TRYING TO SET UP A ROSALIND/CYRIL ROMANCE STORYLINE AND IM NOT HERE FOR IT. ROSALIND CLIFFORD IS QUITE OBVIOUSLY A BABYGAY AND SHES IN LOVE WITH JOYCE HIGHLAND. STOP MAKING PEOPLE STRAIGHT HEIDI. BE BRAVE AND BOLD AND CATER TO THE SAPPHICS HEIDI. WE HAVEN'T HAD CANON LESBOS SINCE PUPCAKE HEIDI. WE ARE STARVING AND MALNOURISHED HEIDI.

speaking of cyril tho, he's an absolute legend and was serving so much cunt this episode. 100% lad. love how nice he was to the poor irish wummin & her barins.

also doctor turner talking about his old arthritic knees like he doesn't know what a temptation that is for me as a recovering dilf addict. scrum diddly umptious. i had to go and have a lie down and a valium after that blatant and violent assault on my mental health.

speaking of scrum diddly umptious and the turners, costume designer putting shelagh turner in lesbian flag colours THE ENTIRE EPISODE and teasing all the gay lassies who have taste? cruel and unusual punishment. i fancy her so much. at least it was acknowledged how bonny she was in this one (and every one) (cheers sister v you queen)

speaking of the turners also, it's fabulous to see all of my stepchildren safe and well, especially my best and favourite wee lassie may <3 i know we're probably coming up for some pretty harrowing stories about her, so it was awfy gid to see thon wee smile for a moment.

finally: loved seeing sheelz in her element on the old johanna whacking oot the jesus bangers wi the local weans SING HOSANNA SING HOSANNA SING HOSANNA TO THE KING OF KINGS!! GIVE ME OIL IN MY LAMP KEEP IT BURNING 🔥 🕺🏼💃👯‍♂️

fuckall but slay.

not about this episode but my very final thought: WHAT THE ACTUAL SHITTING FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE'RE NOT GETTING CTM NEXT WEEK BECAUSE OF THE BAFTAS. WHO GIVES A RATS SMELLY ARSE ABOUT THE BRITISH ACADEMY FILM AND TELEVISION AWARDS. WHO EVEN WATCHES THEM. EVERYBODY LOVES CTM. LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE WORLD. I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO EVEN KENS WHIT THE BAFTAS ARE AW ABOOT.

god bless my ctm luvvas. catch yis aw in a fortnight. big kissies to all (especially my wifey sheely turny)

#call the midwife #roo speaks absolute shite

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megumi-fm · 3 months

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this week fortnight on megumi.fm ▸ the last leg

is that a pun referring to my aching ankle? yes. is resting at home for another week gonna ruin my mental health? yes. but am I exaggerating and throwing a tantrum for something that's probably not a big deal? also yes.

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship // progress tracker ↳ biopython model replication ✅ ↳ code for obtaining single fasta from overlapping sequences ✅ ↳ running HMMer and superfamily script✅ ↳ output analysis 🔁 ↳ literature review on transport proteins 🔁 ↳ transport protein family analysis 🔁 🎓 Uni ↳ our paper is finally out! there's a doi and everything now <3 it's not open access though :/// I might do some totally legal things to ensure more people can read it ↳ collected the hardcopy of my LOR ↳ collected my gradecard ↳ visited my advisor and updated her on stuff 🩺Radiomics Project ↳ radiomic features finalized✅ ↳ data cleanup 🔁

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [14/14] 💧 good water intake [14/14] 👟 exercise [/14] just basic stuff to maintain ankle mobility

Fun Stuff this week

💗i went to uni to watch one of my friends present something to the juniors! then I spent the afternoon chatting with my guide and later on went window shopping with my best friends (in retrospect i should not have done this because my ankle got infinitely worse the next day and now I'm stuck resting at home for an additional two weeks) 🎮playing undertale with @muakrrr 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Perfect Propose, Doctor Slump, Flex X Cop 📺 binged: Blueming, Roommates of Poongduck 304 📹 Started watching Going Seventeen // so I've been listening to SVT for a while now and I did watch their Don't Lie II eps like two years ago but I never really checked anything else... however, considering that I'm stuck at home and that @zzzzzestforlife (who has impeccable taste) has mentioned it often on their posts, I decided to check out GoSe properly and. wow. I started with their mystery episodes [fav scenes under cut] and now I'm watching GoSe2020 in chronological order and !!!!!! The concepts, the storylines, the acting, the humour, the editing, even the subtitles are all so so good. I've been watching this show for two weeks now and I am now officially a cubic <3

📻 This week's soundtrack

Wk1: The Best of ATEEZ // I've been real obsessed since their 2024 world tour clips started showing up on social media; I was a casual enjoyer up to this point and then I went and checked them out and it's all so dystopian and immersive. My favourites would be Intro: Long Journey (which makes me feel like I'm in Pirates of the Caribbean), the Symphony version of Wonderland (for its musicality and Jungho hitting those notes), MATZ (that is insane in it's the visual storytelling in the MV) and Wake Up (whose performance choreo ended me) Wk2: The Best of BTS // in an attempt to revive a project I abandoned a year ago, I spent wayy too much time curating this playlist to get the most satisfying BTS transitions ever and I can confidently say that I'm nowhere close to my goal T-T but I kind of like the way it is now so I am simply going to give up

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[Feb 12 to Feb 25 ; week 7+8/52 || this was not supposed to be one post but then... idk what happened... I feel very dull lately because of my ankle and just when I thought it was getting better it's become painful again... my friends and parents keep chastising me (and fairly so) for trying to move around even before I fully heal but patience has never been my strong suit. sitting still is really the biggest punishment for a hyperactive ADHD kid like me... i'm sure plenty others have it worse but... yeah... GoSe really carrying my mental health right now ]

my fav GoSe scenes

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mizgnomer · 2 years

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Behind the Scenes - The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End (Part 18)

Excerpts from The Writer’s Tale - The Final Chapter

From Russell T. Davies to Benjamin Cook, Thursday 31 January 2008

I know what’s really preying on my mind, though, and stopping me moving onto the Christmas Special. Julie said, ‘That scene on Bad Wolf Bay isn’t working, is it?’ And she’s absolutely right. I love a good note, because it’s like someone has articulated the voice at the back of your head. That scene doesn’t work. I have always known that, from the moment I typed it out, but I don’t know how to fix it. [...] The hardest thing of all in that scene - and Billie might yet have problems with it - is getting Rose to walk away from the TARDIS in the first place. That, indeed, is the problem with the whole scene, that Rose has to act out of character to stay on Bad Wolf Bay. She’s utterly, marvellously selfish, and would push past anyone to get to her Doctor.

From Russell T. Davies to Benjamin Cook, Saturday 9 Febuary 2008

[Russell has a bad case of the chicken pox...] I’m itchy, scratchy and tired, and I still have to rewrite 4.13. And I just realized my plan to make the Bad Wolf Bay scene work - the one involving Voidstuff - won’t work, because I’d forgotten that Mickey has to be free to stay in our universe. Bollocks. Julie’s upset. She’s saying, ‘Leave Mickey in the parallel universe,’ and I’m saying, ‘Too late! We promised Noel that we’d bring him back in Torchwood Series Three.’

From Russell T. Davies to Benjamin Cook, Monday 18 February 2008

The Bad Wolf Bay scene still isn’t working, but do you know what? No one’s giving me good notes on it, when they should, so sod it. It’s slightly better now, and I’ve cut the kiss between Rose and Doctor #2, but it still sucks.

From Russell T. Davies to Benjamin Cook, Saturday 1 March 2008

I’ve rewritten Bad Wolf Bay again. Finally, I’ve got it right!

Basically, I’ve given more of the decision to Rose, put her in control, and used that control to push away the original Doctor. And the kiss is back in! Then the scene finishes as before: Rose saying, ‘No - !’, as the TARDIS fades away. Doctor #2 taking her hand, and a wide shot of the now-empty beach. Julie is happy, David is happy, phew, good. Series Four, final rewrite, done.

From Benjamin Cook to Russell T. Davies, Saturday 1 March 2008

Never mind Julie and David... are you happy with it, Russell?

From Russell T. Davies to Benjamin Cook, Saturday 1 March 2008

I am delighted. That is such a weight off my mind. Knowing it wasn’t working was driving me mad. It hung over me, during Chicken Pox Fortnight. Literally, all the time. I tell you what helped: I watched the footage of the 4.12/4.13 read-through. They filmed it for Doctor Who Confidential, then edited it together fast so that I could see it - and they had to read the first draft of 4.13, because that’s all I had written. It was so slow! I could see what worked and what didn’t, and I realized how good the kiss was, but equally that the kiss had no consequence. That’s why it wasn’t earning its place. But it’s obvious, in the end, isn’t it? The scene is about Rose choosing between two Doctors. So, on the last draft, finally, I’ve written clearly, obviously, Rose making that choice. Rose is in control.

The rushes have helped, too. When Rose is in the TARDIS with Doctor #2, Billie is looking at him with sheer lust. As only Billie can do! That, too, puts the power into Rose’s hands. The mechanics start to work...

Link to [ part one ] of the Stolen Earth/Journey’s End Behind-the-scenes posts or click the #whoBtsStolen tag, or the full episode list [ here ]

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dearreader · 26 days

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hello fellow members of the tortured poets department.

today i will enter into evidence THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT as a song and analyze it. i’m going to look at the lyrics and the relationship and how that translates to the entire album as a whole.

previous posts: fortnight

this song is pretty straight forward, so most analysis is redundant. as most of the lyrics bounce back and forth between two things:

thinking that they’re nothing but two idiots and not geniuses or actual tortured poets

quiet moments where taylor is reaching out and trying to help the situation and make it last but us hindered.

the first part is mentioned relentlessly, to the point it’s the chorus line, “you’re not dylan thomas/im not patti smith/this ain’t the chelsea hotel/we’re modern idiots”, and also taylor says it point blank in the opening stanza:

“you left your typewriter at my apartment/straight from the tortured poets department/i think some things i never say/like who uses type writers anyway?”

this immediately sets the scene of taylor knowing, either looking back or in the moment, that he was full of himself and it wasn’t as serious as she thought it was. but he disagrees, he does view himself very highly. but we see plently of moments where taylor describes him as just… a guy? he’s literally just some guy who gets high and makes declarations, “you smoked and ate seven bars of chocolate/we declared charlie puth should be a bigger artist/i scratch your head as you fall asleep/like a tattooed golden retriever”. this is how she views him, just some guy. maybe this is her trying to show us what she saw in him.

but this brief moment is cut short by his own issues and possibly hung over, “but you awaken with dread/pounding nails in your head/but i've read this one where you come undone/i chose this cyclone with you”. and because of this he’s most likely pulling back or self sabotaging, as can be indicated by the first verse “but your in self sabatoge mode/throwing spikes down on the road/but i’ve seen this episode before and still loved the show”. the first verse is important to know here as it implies that she’s either seen him or a previous partner experience this before, and based on the albatross i think it’s previous partners experienced this, mainly peter as she implies these two and her relationships to them were incredibly similar. because she’s experienced this before with not on the outside world and media interfering in her love life, but she’s also experienced what it’s like to watch a loved one struggle with this. she’s “read it before” in others albums like folklore or midnights where she discusses the media interfering with her relationship and career. and because she saw how that one ended she fears this will happen again and wants to stop it. because she chose him to get out of her previous relationship so she will stick through it with him.

all while she keeps repeatedly telling herself they will never be able to hold each other or know each other like anyone else. so they have to make it work. they just hsve to. but she does fear it won’t work. that he’ll mess it up and their fated love story won’t work out. but she is deluding the fears with rose colored glasses and thinking that he loves her so much that “he’d kill himself if i ever leave” which taylor even acknowledges she likes because it made her feel seen, which we know is something she craved from her romantic partners in the past from songs like tolerate it and you’re losing me. and because of this guy finally sees her so much and loves it he’d rather die than lose her. she’s ignoring all the warning signs around her because she’s finally being given the attention she’s needed in her other relationships. so she’s willing to wear the rose colored glasses, look past his pretentiousness and issues because he’s giving her what she needed… and that was enough.

but how this connects to the album as a whole and why it’s the title. this album is about taylor grappling with years worth of trauma and suffering. it’s about her grieving a 6 year long relationship with who she thought was blown in with the winds of fate and then dealing with the hurt and betrayal that this guy who swore he’d love her forever was leaving her. her titling an album about how he views himself, and almost setting the album itself into a hospital because she feels like she’s on life support, is her acknowledging the hurt she caused. she’s saying that he’s pretentious and under that he is nothing but an idiot who broke and hurt her to the point she felt like she was in a months long manic episode. this man hurt her. so she wrote an album about her healing journey and dissecting the public’s image of her, the thing that’s ruined so many relationships for her, and titled it with his own ego as a fuck you. it’s very tongue in cheek and subverts all our expectations, including his. she’s not taking herself seriously, she’s moving on and healing, and is making fun of him for being that serious.

i’d like to apologize again to the fellow members for this being disorganized. i had a solid explanation for it but then it took me like two hours trying to figure out how to explain it. but, in summation: who the fuck uses type writers anyway and drags them along to the house of a girl you’ve been dating for under a week? only fucking pretentious idiots do.

(tagging the wonderful @camerabitchsmile cause they’ve organized this event and despite my unorganized analysis i’m having fun with this event!)

#kelly babels #song analysis #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #ttpdminutes

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lunarmoonanons · 3 days

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Sequel to the cursed dragon w the reader older now up maybe fighting for rhaenyra to get the iron throne after viserys dies?

Dragon War

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A little time after the death of Viserys, his dragon daughter tries to fight for her sister's right to the throne.

(this is just gonna be about they episode about the usurpation since we haven't see any fights between the sides yet.)

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YN stayed in her room the day after the disastrous dinner with her sister and Alicents children. She wanted to go back to Dragonstone with her sister and await her newest niece’s arrival, but the pleas and begging from her father made her stay in Kings Landing for a fortnight. Though she hated her half brothers and her stepmother, she could never deny her father. Eventually she got bored and wanted to leave her room to find her father. But when she went to open her doors she found them locked and her unable to leave.

“What is the meaning of this?!” YN demanded and pulled against her door.

No one answered and she yanked against her door with all her might. Her abnormal strength, her dragon strength started to make the door splinter and bend. But she stopped when she noticed something strange she heard. YN looked out her window and noticed people being herded somewhere.

Something was happening and she had to be smart. So she waited. She sat in her room, eye on the secret door that would lead to the passageways. YN’s mind raced at the possibilities of what was happening. Her father must’ve suffered some kind of stroke or debilitating medical thing. YN knew that Alicent and her family were plotting something and now that her father was incapacitated they were taking control of the Red Keep.

“Well they must need me for something. Probably to swear allegiance to some idiot. Well they have another thing coming, because I have no allegiance to anyone but Rhaenyra.” YN muttered to herself.

After a good hour of pacing, the door to her room opened and Alicent entered. YN scowled and clenched her fists at the sight of her step mother. Alicent knew YN didn’t like her. Blaming her for not being the mother who birthed her, hating her for the treatment she gave Rhaenyra, hating her for giving birth to her awful half brothers and always taking their side, and for many other things. YN did not get along with her step mother, no matter how hard Alicent tried to bond with her as a babe and even now. Now YN watched as Alicent came into her room and tried to look kind.

“I will do you some courtesy to explain yourself about the my treatment this morning. I will assume there is a good reason for it all.” YN demanded.

“My dear regrets for your treatment princess.” Alicent said.

YN looked at her face and knew the worst had passed. Her father wasn’t debilitated, he was gone. “Father…” Alicent said nothingas YN read her face. Not only was her father dead but the hightowers were usurping the throne from her sisters rightful claim.

“And now you’re usurping the throne from my sister.” YN said, her brows furrowing.

“It was your father’s dying wish.”

“Oh and I’m sure only you got to hear it.” YN scoffed and crossed her arms.

“You don’t have to believe it. Aegon will be king.” Alicent said. “I came here to ask for your support as I am going to ask Princess Rhaenys.”

“Well you certainly are eager. Very bold of you, STEP mother.” YN bit. Her eyes burning into Alicent’s.

“Your sister has allied herself with house Velaryon and what will it get you?” Alicent aksed. “Rhaenyra lies and has children with another man and you are still unmarried. She has had two husbands. It is she who grasps so tirelessly for the throne. And She who had left you here last.”

“You certainly have a skewed view of what you think bothers me.” YN smiled sinisterly.

“I loved your father but we both know your cousin Rhaenys should’ve been queen. She will come for our support don’t be on the losing side.” Alicent pleaded.

“I will not be your puppet against my sister. You need the dragon princess on your side to legitimize your claim, but I will never support you.” YN smiled still. “You are truly pathetic asking my help. But you forget, my loyalty is with my sister not your hightower half

Targaryens.”

YN stepped forward suddenly and grabbed Alicent’s wrist tightly, her hand unusually hot. Alicent tried to pull away but YN was stronger. Her Manic eyes bore into her stepmothers and scaded her immensely. Alicent had never seen this side of YN, she looked manic, slightly insane and bloodthirsty.

“I am not afraid of war, you may think you have the advantage but Rhaenyra has me and I am stronger than a hundred of your men. I see through your desperate attempt here. You wish the throne for your house, for your father. But I will kill my kin before I see a hightower half breed on the throne.” YN whispered into Alicent’s ear and then harshly pushed her away. Alicent stumbling before leaving.

YN laughed maniacally as she watched her step mother leave the room in a hurry. Her laughter stopped when she knew she was all alone. She couldn’t go out the secret passageway because she knew her secret ways would be watched. So she waited. Day turned to night as she waited. Then she heard someone outside of her room. The door opened revealing ser Erryk holding a cloak and looking for her.

“Come with me Princess.” He assured and YN quickly put on the cloak, coming to face with Rhaenys waiting outside. YN gave her a quick hug and they followed Ser Erryk. YN looked around the dark castle and watched Rhaenys for her reaction. They walked a while before finally making it out of the castle. Rhaenys asked for her dragon as the day broke. But hey were eventually swept up in a crowd that was being driven to the dragon pit. YN followed Rhaneys and kept a hand on her cloak. Her dragon wings were uncomfortably pressed down against her back and her hood just barely covered her horns. Eventually they made it into the dragon pit and underground.

“What is the plan? You’re going to just fly Meleys out of here?” YN asked as she followed Rhaenys to her dragon.

“We are leaving that is all. You are welcome to ride on Meleys’ back with me till we are in the air. Then I assume you can fly yourself?” Rhaenys explained and looked at YN.

“You’re not going to attack them are you? YN asked.

“I will not commit kinslaying. And I expect you to do the same.” Rhaneys got onto her dragon's back, YN followed and sat before her.

Rhaenys commanded her dragon to go up. They crashed through the floor and broke through violently. People scattered and YN looked around for her half family. They faced them and YN scowled at their frightened faces. YN so desperately wanted to burn them. She hated them. She could end this war right here right now. But before she could jump down and do as she wished. Rhaenys held her close and whispered for her to calm down. YN obeyed. She did not want to be branded a kinslayer. So she sat back as the dragon screeched in their faces.

They flew out of the pit. And into the sky. YN believing she made a mistake in sparing their lives.

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Aegon at the sight of his sister who looks ready to murder him

#The cursed dragon #house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #aemond targaryen #aegon ii #queen alicent #rhaenys targaryen

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jrwiconfessions · 21 days

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I've left the fandom entirely now because I couldn't justify the cost. I think the boys are unintentionally taking their audience for granted. I signed up for the patreon back when we got 4 Episodes a month plus one shots and at the teir I was at, the after show too. All in all it was costing me $17ish a month. I was also a twitch member so I could watch the riptide premier vods when I missed them because of work. It was expensive but it was worth it because of all the content I was receiving. I sensed something was up when they started having a lot of missed episodes and delays, then they sent out the message telling us that they were only doing one episode a fortnight. My friend who wasn't a part of the fandom was growing increasingly worried at the amount I spent subscribing vs what the shows actual output was. Eventually after the two of us mapped out the timetable of hiatuses, delays, and shorter episodes I finally had to let it go.

Free members have not received any content in 3 months now. I get that burnout is a thing, but they shouldn't expect all their audience to stick around through that. A quick look at the patreon tells me that they've only been releasing suckening episodes for the past few months, a show that I'll remind you they filled the entirety of last October. They've stretched out that show for months when it was all already filmed. Yes editing is a thing, but maybe during all this time they could have done some one shots or something! It's ridiculous. They've also padded out their posts with artwork posts... You know content created not by them but by their fans?

I'm trying not to sound toxic, but they're in the top 100 patreon earners. Shows like dungeons and daddies have managed to stick to a schedule for years now, and in the very rare time they have to push back their episode release? They still post a live show or a one shots.

All I'm asking is that people consider if they really feel they're getting the content they are owed for their patreon money.

#jrwiconfessions

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thedummysdummy · 1 year

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Only a Little Separation

Merry Christmas, my loves! I come bearing a new story for you. I hope you like it; it's set to be Victor and MC's first Christmas after becoming an official couple.

Tick-tok

The clock on the wall chronicled the slow passage of time amidst the relative quiet of the room. Two sets of lungs softly breathed in and out, two sets of fingers tapped on keyboards, and two hearts kept their steady rhythm as Victor and the girl worked individually on their projects. Victor’s office was slightly chilly and the girl shifted to the other side of the couch in an attempt to escape the air from the vent. However, neither set of eyes left their respective screens despite the movement.

Her eyebrows were narrowed as the clip on her screen played for what had to be the hundredth time. And yet…it still wasn’t quite right. Adjust the settings, speed up the effects…play again. Settings, volume, play again. Exasperated sigh. Adjust, clip, play again.

“If you cannot get that segment right now, perhaps you should work on another.”

Victor’s deep voice startled the girl out of her concentration and her head jerked up as her hand went automatically to remove the earbud from her ear. “How did you know I’ve been working on the same spot this whole time?” The grumble brought a chuckle in response, which only managed to pull her eyebrows closer together. “This is the last clip for this episode, though. So I have to finish it.”

“I could easily assign you something else to work on,” Victor replied with a glint in his eye. “Or I could move the deadline up to this evening. A certain someone tends to work better under pressure, I’ve heard.” His eyebrows raised in a cheeky fashion and his fingers lingered on his keyboard.

“Suddenly I feel like I’ll definitely get it right this time!” Her eyes darted back to the keyboard, reflecting the colors of her screen in their shine. Victor chuckled and continued staring at her face, committing to memory every feature for the thousandth time. As if he didn’t see that face before his mind’s eye every minute of every day, awake or sleeping. As if anything else could bring the comfort that came from her smile.

Silence again fell in the office brightly lit by the humming fluorescent lights. Victor’s fingers deftly rolled a pen, spinning it between them as if they had taken on a life of their own while he finally broke his gaze and returned to reading yet another proposal. Even the great master of concentration found himself soon glancing up again to drink deeply from the girl’s presence.

She raised her eyes after yet again watching the clip, only to catch Victor staring. “What are you looking at? Do I have a third eye on my face or something?” She raised one eyebrow and giggled, slightly lowering the screen of her laptop. “You’re doing that thing again. That thing where you act like this is the last time you’re going to see me, so you have to burn the moment into your memory. I’m only going to be gone for two weeks!”

Two long weeks, her mind insisted. Despite her teasing, she also felt the heaviness in her heart of knowing that a fortnight would pass before they could spend another afternoon sitting in the quiet office, separately doing their work together. Teasing each other. Exploring what had changed after that night of fireworks, falling into the pool…and finally sharing a kiss which she had long waited for.

“I am doing no such thing. I simply wondered how much closer together you could pinch your eyebrows in concentration before they became one unibrow. And obviously I’m not concerned about your trip. Why would I be? You’ll return when you return, and both of us will be perfectly unaffected.” Victor cleared his throat and closed his laptop, glancing up at the clock. “You’ve worked diligently these last few hours. Let’s go get dinner.”

Music to her ears! The laptop quickly closed and slid into the sleeve as if of its own accord and she tucked it against the arm of the couch. She slid her feet into her shoes, her arms into her coat, and stood to follow Victor into the hallway. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Victor gestured to the laptop, which she snatched and tucked under her arm. He grabbed her free hand and held it tightly, fingers interlaced with seemingly no intent to ever let go.

Goldman peeked his head through his office door and a broad smile spread across his face. He met the girl’s gaze and gave her a thumbs-up and a wink before disappearing back into the doorframe. The soft rainbow light of his holiday decor disappeared as the door closed and the girl smiled. I have to remember to get Goldman something while I’m away.

The lobby of LFG, though the main lights were off with the passing of the work day, glowed with the soft yellow light of golden strands hung from the ceiling and desks. A grand fir tree adorned with gold and silver baubles sparkled majestically in the center of the hall with various colorfully wrapped packages resting below. A gentle soundtrack of orchestral holiday music played from somewhere, likely forgotten in an office in their haste to return home to their family. The girl curled her fingers more tightly around Victor’s and pulled closer to him. “Isn’t LFG so beautiful tonight?”

Victor gave a noncommittal grunt, though his eyes sparkled behind their usual storm. They weren’t looking at the lights or the garlands or the magnificent tree. No, those dark eyes were focused on the way the light reflected on her hair. The way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled. How she leaned ever so slightly against him as they walked. How her feet fell so naturally in sync with his own. He’d always been good at spotting minute details, but an entirely new world of sight had opened up when he’d opened up his heart.

All the warmth of the lobby was whisked away by the first shot of winter wind from opening the door to the dark night outside. The girl shivered and in one smooth movement, Victor shrugged out of his large overcoat and slipped it over the girl’s shoulders. She looked up with her big eyes and pulled it around her, his residual warmth soaking into her body as she took a deep breath of his scent. “Aren’t you going to be cold now?” she asked, her head slightly tilted to the side.

“Only if you don’t keep walking toward the car, dummy.” Victor took her hand and pulled her across the sidewalk to his black car, already holding the key in his free hand. She picked up her pace; soon they were at the door which Victor opened and stood next to until she was safely inside. He closed it behind her and started around the front of the car. However, he only got a few steps before his foot caught a patch of ice and slipped out from under him, sending his arms into a momentary windmill while he regained his balance.

The girl hid her face behind her hand as she giggled; there was something hilarious and rather endearing about seeing Victor momentarily off-kilter! “Sometimes he really does do things that remind people that he’s a human too,” she whispered to herself. Victor entered the car with a completely neutral face, though he did not make eye contact with the girl as she giggled again and he put the car in reverse.

They rode in silence; the dulcet notes of Victor’s classical CD filled in the gaps where their words remained unspoken and kept the atmosphere warm. Rainbows of lights passed in a blur outside the car; the streets were lit with every manner of holiday decor. Happy couples walked up and down the sidewalks at a casual pace, leaning into each other with smiles and intertwined fingers. Some carried packages, boxes, and bags; others simply strolled with warm drinks whose steam trailed off into the atmosphere in chocolate and rich coffee scent trails. Yet others munched on sugar glass or candied nuts with collars up to keep the cold air away from their necks.

“I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas, Victor. Look how happy everyone looks! Loveland is like a painting in a storybook. Complete with drifted snow and toys in the windows of the stores! It almost feels like a beautiful dream. It’s so romantic!”

Victor chuckled and knocked on the girl’s head gently. “Get your head out of the clouds, dummy. You don’t need anything out there. I’m right here.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it into his lap, his thumb gently brushing her knuckles. Victor kept her hand in his until they arrived at the restaurant and the car rocked into park. “Come on. Our reservation is soon.”

“You planned this ahead?” the girl asked, her voice tinged with surprise. “So that is why you insisted on having me do the last of my editing in your office! You said you didn’t trust me to work efficiently on my own, but I’m on to your game.” She stuck out her tongue cheekily and Victor flicked her forehead. “Hey! You’re not fooling anyone, you big cat.”

She climbed out of the car and Victor held her steady, ensuring that she wouldn’t slip on the icy parking lot asphalt. Once the doors were locked and their hands were securely interlocked, Victor led the girl through the cold and into the warm, inviting lobby of Delicioso. Here, too, they were met with the gay glow of holiday lights and sparkle of crystal ornaments. The hostess smiled at them as the couple approached. “Two for Victor,” Victor declared before she could even ask.

The hostess scanned her list and brightened. “Ah, yes! Right here. I will tell the waitress that you’ve arrived so they can double check that your requests were all met, sir. Please take a seat for a moment and I’ll be right back.” As she scurried away, Victor led the girl to an open bench and allowed her to sit while standing next to her with his hand on her shoulder.

“Victor, you can have the seat if you want it. I can stand?” He shook his head and continued to linger at her side, his eyes momentarily focused on his phone. A frown crossed his face and he tapped a few times on the screen. “What are you looking at?”

“Just the weather,” Victor replied in a distracted tone.

She frowned as well and looked up at Victor. “Is there a storm coming in or something?” He nodded and her frown deepened. “Hopefully it doesn’t delay my flight tomorrow. We are already on a tight schedule to get the entire episode filmed so we can be back before Christmas. I don’t want the crew to have to be away from their families on the holiday!”

“I’m sure it will be fine.” Victor slid the phone back into his pocket and stared into the middle distance with that cold face which he often presented to the world at large. They didn’t wait long; only moments later, the hostess returned and waved for them to follow her. She led them through the chatter and cheer of the busy restaurant where dozens of happy people ate and talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

At the far end of the room, the hostess stopped in front of a glass door and pulled it open. “Right this way, please. I hope everything is to your liking! If you need anything else, please let your waitress know.”

Victor nodded and ushered his date inside, where she was met by a single table set for two. The room was softly lit by red candles and small icicle light strings. A fir tree decked out in brightly colored ornaments stood in one corner and soft music filled the air. The girl’s eyes reflected the glittering lights; Victor felt warmth spreading in his chest as he watched the joy and wonder on her face. He pulled out her chair and gently seated the girl with a flourish.

The waitress opened a bottle of red wine which already stood on the table and poured each of them a small glass. “Your meal will be ready soon, Mr. Victor. Do you require anything else at this time?” He shook his head and she departed, leaving the couple alone in their private room.

“You’re so extra, Victor,” the girl teased, picking up her glass of wine and swirling it gently. “You didn’t have to do all of this. You know I’m happy to just eat with you anywhere.” Her voice was soft and Victor felt his heart skip a beat. He relaxed and sipped his own wine, nodding contentedly.

“No one said I had to. I did it because I wanted to.” He raised one eyebrow and took another sip, resulting in a giggle from the girl. Exactly what he had wanted. Their appetizer, a hot spinach and artichoke dip with freshly fried corn chips, soon arrived and the girl tucked in with gusto. “Remember that this is just the appetizer. Don’t fill up on chips before your dinner even arrives.”

The girl looked Victor in the eye and dramatically put another chip in her mouth, chewing with an exaggeratedly straight face for a few seconds before cracking up. She barely managed to swallow without choking on her food. Victor rolled his eyes and ate a few chips himself, seemingly pleased with the flavor. He followed his own advice, however, and did not eat too much before the main course arrived: a prime rib basted with red wine and various herbs. Roast vegetables of various varieties brought color to the plate, and a pillowy dinner roll completed the meal. “Yum!” the girl exclaimed, digging in immediately.

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the first bite, causing her to miss the flash of a proud smile crossing Victor’s face. He barely looked at his food as he slowly ate; his entire attention could not be pulled away from the girl. Two whole weeks. It is simultaneously a short break and an infinite separation…The meal could not last long enough. Both parties subconsciously slowed as their plates emptied, and not because their stomachs were filled.

A small sigh slipped from the girl’s lips as the fork re-emerged without the last bite of black forest cake. There was a reluctance building in her heart, but she couldn’t quite place it. She set down her fork and frowned at her plate.

“Do you want another slice of cake?” Victor’s voice broke her out of her reverie and she shook her head. “Then stop frowning at your plate, dummy. You look ridiculous.” He reached across the table with his napkin in hand and wiped away a small bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “We should get you home before it gets any later. Your flight tomorrow is early.”

Try as she might, the girl could not think of a counterargument. Victor was right…she needed to get to bed early so she wouldn’t miss her flight. She gathered up her belongings as Victor settled the bill and stood to take her hand again. I don’t want to leave you, she wanted to say, but found the words stuck in her throat.

The drive to her apartment was altogether too short. As the engine cut out, neither Victor nor the girl made any real move to get out. They sat in a comfortable silence just watching the first flakes of snow as they silently drifted down from the heavens to light upon the bushes and sidewalk. There, warm and lost in their own worlds together, both of them turned toward each other and leaned forward. They paused just centimeters apart, eyes diving deep into the pools of the other’s irises. And then…their lips met. An electric tingle burst to life at the contact and raced down their central nervous systems until a tingling sensation spread to their fingers and toes.

It was gentle at first, a tender mingling of breath and warmth. But as the emotions of impending separation snowballed, the girl found Victor’s arms pulling her closer over the center console. His lips became more and more needy, and her body reciprocated. The wave of emotion rose and rose until it crashed over the pair and they separated, panting as they pulled in air. “You better go,” Victor rumbled, his voice gravelly. “Early morning.”

The girl nodded and stepped out of the car, the warmth of Victor’s body still clinging to her skin. They stared at each other for a few moments before she turned and took a single step toward the building. Her forward movement was halted by the sound of the car door opening and Victor’s arms suddenly wrapping around her from behind. He held her for a long time, his face buried in her hair. “Be safe,” he murmured before turning her around for one more kiss. She brushed a snowflake from his fringe and nodded fervently.

“I will. I’ll see you in two weeks. When I get back, we’ll make Christmas snow bunnies!”

Victor nodded and watched her go, his heart telling him to run after her and his brain reminding him not to look ridiculous. He sat in the car and waited for the light of her apartment to flicker to life before putting the vehicle in drive.

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Watching Loveland pass below with its blanket of snow was in equal parts beautiful and depressing. The girl stared at the city as it slowly sunk into the distance, wondering how Victor was doing. Did he get to work okay in the snow? Her cab had slid around a little on the icy road, but Victor was a good driver, so he should be fine. Did he bring lunch? Had he eaten at all?

She shook her head and forced herself to watch the movie playing on the screen in front of her. This trip was going to be two weeks of misery if all she did was think about Victor the entire time. Time better spent planning the shoot so she could get back home on time! She pulled a notebook and pen from her carry-on luggage and set her mind to work.

By the time the plane landed in Vancouver, her plan was fleshed out. Anna met her in the airport with the crew and before she knew it, they were in the thick of filming. From early morning until she fell into bed late at night, there was no time to think about anything but film, film, film. If she was feeling just a little more alive before bed she would sent Victor a text message, but they amounted to little more than, “Miss you.” “So tired.” “Three more days.”

She seemed to blink and the final day had arrived. The crew was wiped out and everything had to be filmed multiple times before she liked the result, which showed exactly how hard she had worked them.

“Cut! That’s a wrap!”

A shout of jubilation exploded from the crew and they immediately began breaking down the set and equipment in anticipation of returning home. All that stood between them and a good old-fashioned family Christmas was a single flight. Most of them were on the same plane, but the girl had requested a slightly later flight so she could ensure everything was cleaned up properly and nothing was left behind.

“I’ll see you all back in Loveland. Get some sleep on the plane, okay? And enjoy your Christmases tomorrow!” She waved to her friends as they piled into the rented van and disappeared around the corner. The moment they were gone and she could breathe again, the entire two weeks of being separated from her boyfriend came crashing down all at once. Perhaps it was the exhaustion or perhaps it was the distance, but she found herself fighting back tears as she pulled out her phone to check her messages.

Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw Victor’s name light up her screen. She opened the message eagerly and devoured the contents, only to find that the dam in her chest burst at the words. “There’s a major snowstorm headed for Vancouver and all flights out after noon have been canceled. I went ahead and booked you a new seat on the next available flight. I also extended your room at the hotel.”

“When is it?” she replied, checking the send time on Victor’s message. It had been five hours ago, and a glance at the clock app on her phone reminded her that it would be almost 2AM in Loveland. Resigned to get no reply until he woke up, the girl slowly gathered up the remaining shoot supplies and loaded them into her rental car.

The drive to the hotel was long, but made longer by her intermittent inability to see the road. She wiped her eyes with her wrist and clutched the steering wheel, wanting nothing more than to hear Victor’s voice calming her as she drove through the increasingly thick snowfall. Despite doing an amazing job at keeping herself busy so far, her defenses were losing their strength. She pulled up to the hotel and put the car in park before slumping back against her seat and closing her eyes.

Alone for Christmas. If Victor had extended her hotel stay, that meant she’d at least be stuck there until tomorrow. And if she couldn’t leave until tomorrow morning at the earliest, then the best she could hope for was to arrive minutes before December 26th began in Loveland. Thoughts of the gifts in her apartment, the holiday food she wanted to eat, and all the plans she’d had with Victor floated around in her head.

Yes, it was only one more day. But this was supposed to be her first Christmas together with Victor. And now…it was completely ruined. She pulled in a deep, shuddery breath and released it slowly, wiped her face, and pulled the handle of the car. The least she could do was get up to her room before she let herself completely release the emotions pent up in her chest. She took her bag out of the passenger seat and locked the car, then rushed across the parking lot toward the front doors.

Wind whipped her hair and snow flew into her mouth and eyes. Despite only having to walk thirty feet or so, she felt half frozen by the time she stepped into the lobby of the hotel. The warm air blasted her face when she opened the door and felt like an embrace. She stopped a few feet inside to brush away some of the snow and locate her room key before heading for the elevator. During those few seconds, she heard a familiar voice calling to her from across the room.

“Did you really only wear that light coat in this mess, dummy? Didn’t I make you pack a real one just in case this happened?”

Her bag fell from her hand as the girl whipped around and saw Victor standing near the front desk. She squealed softly and ran toward him, arms out as she reached for her person. He opened his as well and pulled her into his embrace with an accompanying kiss. “Did you really fly all the way out here?” she cried, burying her face in his chest.

Victor merely chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m a figment of your imagination. Or I used a teleportation Evol.” His dry tone caused her to look up at him with a glare that immediately melted as her eyes fell on his face. “Yes, I booked myself a flight when I saw that the weather wasn’t going to improve in time. I seem to remember promising a certain someone that we’d do something ridiculous like make ‘Christmas snow bunnies.’ And I’m a man of my word. Now, let’s get you dry before you catch a cold and make my entire trip useless.” He took her hand, led her back to her bag, and then accompanied her up to her room with just the tiniest of smiles on his face.

Yes. This was correct. Two weeks had been long enough, and Victor was not going to accept one minute more.

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stelly38 · 10 months

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LOLOLLLL

I copy/pasted this from Buzzfeed. Dated March of 2015. It's the kind of piss-taking I can totally get behind. They claim they got drunk and had this conversation... this was basically my inner monologue while watching the series completely sober.

Everyone Is Talking About “Poldark” So We Got Drunk And Watched It

Because, you know, Aidan Turner.

If Sunday night Twitter is anything to go by, however, Poldark is mostly a showcase for the brooding charms of Aidan Turner – an unreasonably sexy man last seen being an unreasonably sexy dwarf in Peter Jackson's Hobbit trilogy – here playing the facially and emotionally scarred Ross Poldark with an unreasonably sexy intensity.

This week we (Daniel Dalton and Hannah Jewell) watched the first two episodes of the show. Here's what we learned.

Daniel Dalton: Had you heard about the show before we watched it?

Hannah Jewell: I knew nothing about this show, other than the fact that it was arousing the middle-aged women of Britain quite effectively.

DD: I knew nothing either. Insert period drama here. I didn’t even know there were books. Shall we start with a plot summary?

HJ: This is a show about dangerous cliffs and even more dangerous men.

DD: This is a show about buying a mine, sexily.

HJ: This is a show about responsible agricultural landownership, but sexy.

DD: This is a show about the one sunny weekend in Cornwall. With sexy results.

DD: Okay, so to summarise, Ross Poldark – Aidan Turner – has been fighting a war and everyone thinks he’s dead and then he comes back all sexy and his ex is about to marry his cousin, who is a proper wet fish.

HJ: And cliffs.

DD: There are three clifftop scenes in the first 10 minutes. Happy cliff, sad cliff, horseback cliff. I lost count after that...

HJ: Pretty sure there was another sad cliff shortly after the horseback cliff.

DD: This is a show about gazing wistfully from clifftops.

HJ: He gets back and his dad is dead and his estate is worthless. He wants to get a loan but no one will lend to him. Poor, sexy Poldark.

DD: It's really hard to get a loan these days, to be fair.

HJ: What year was it set?

DD: Like, 2014 I think. Or 2013. The recession hit everyone pretty hard.

HJ: OK, so it's the 1780s. I googled it. I feel like the whole thing is hinged around this utterly unconvincing love triangle. Like, 'I wonder who she’ll end up with – the wet fish or the dark, rugged, passionate one the show’s named after?'

DD: They put a lot of effort into lighting Aidan Turner's magnificence, and forgot about dramatic tension. I got up to get whiskey every time they talked about arranged marriages or mining. Honestly, any time Poldark wasn’t on-screen I kinda zoned out.

HJ: You kept checking Twitter.

DD: Yes.

HJ: What does Twitter have that Poldark doesn’t?

DD: Personal validation. Everything about Poldark makes me feel terrible about myself. He’s so handsome.

HJ: I may not have been paying attention the whole time either. Mostly I was assessing our whiskey situation.

DD: Here are some questions I had: How does he keep his stubble so on point? In TV, why is it always so easy to rip sheets? Am I just weak? Why does no one in film ever eat quietly? I wanted to stab out my eardrums with a fork. Also, in period dramas, how do they all learn the dance? Is there just one? Do they have a seminar? These are the things I was thinking about while watching Poldark. I was pretty Poldrunk.

HJ: Polsame.

DD: Loldark.

HJ: OK plot. Poldark arrives back in town and of course the wedding is in a fortnight. They would have done it immediately, or in a month’s time, but then they wouldn’t have been able to say “the wedding’s in a fortnight”. It’s the most tragic amount of time. Also, this is why you should never remarry when your lover dies in war. Because they always surprise you later, being alive and well and ruggedly handsome. Every time.

DD: Just never leave, or if you leave, never come back. Or just never love anyone. Love is the worst.

HJ: Remind me to never run through a meadow upon a cliff by the sea at sunset – you’re just asking for future plot trouble.

DD: And for some reason everyone was obsessed with mines. I was like, ‘Wait! Is this a show about a guy getting a mine?’ I felt like I’d been tricked into watching a show about mining by Aidan Turner’s eyebrow game.

HJ: He’s like a sexy venture capitalist. But instead of the next Tinder clone, he’s got like, a shit mine.

DD: And still he stayed and tried to make a go of his mine. The most implausible part was that he didn’t want to leave Cornwall.

DD: Aidan Turner might be a good actor, but I have no idea. He walks around being moody about things. And sexy. He always looks like he forgot what he went into the room for. The answer is always sexiness.

HJ: Man loves to stare out a window. He knows his angles. And his retorts. Poldark loves a zinger.

DD: He does. And he loves hammering things. And building walls with his bare hands. And carrying fairly light bales of straw. He’s a saint. A saint I tell you. Sexily sainting around, with his saintly eyebrows.

HJ: I wanted more Aidan Turner. I felt like I’d been promised more. There was a bit when he was swimming and I was like “OH YEAHHH HERE HE IS ALL NEKKID AND SWIMMING” but it was too far away. And only for like, two seconds.

DD: Even I wanted more. Polboner.

HJ: Like zoom in, BBC. Zoom in. Fuck.

DD: What about Elizabeth?

HJ: Again, it’s like, I see you, I see your proportionate facial structure, I see your ample bosom, I see your forbidden glances, but in the end I’m still like, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

DD: So her whole deal is she used to be with Poldark and now she’s with his cousin, whasisname.

HJ: Francis.

DD: I felt Poldark could do better, to be fair. She seems nice. But also, like, how are you just gonna go ahead and marry his cousin? Poldark is so goddamn sexy. Everyone’s loins would be ablaze at all times in his presence. Her dad would be like, “You better fuck Poldark before I do.”

HJ: It's like a gun in a Chekhov play: If you have a man this sexy in a costume drama, he has to get laid.

HJ: Why was it always sunny in the late 18th century?

DD: They filmed it on August bank holiday. Everyone knows that it’s the only sunny time of the year.

HJ: This would all be much more believable if it rained, like, once. They’re probably saving up the rainy scene for when they do sex. That’s how sex works, see.

DD: Everyone sounds like Hagrid. "Yer a wizard, Poldark." Actually that would have been a better show. Everything is hyper glossy and luscious. It looks like Broadchurch. Like Broadchurch: The Poldark Years.

HJ: Why are Poldark's servants constantly boning? SERVANT MAN CANNOT STOP FUCKING HIS SERVANT WIFE.

DD: There was nothing else to do in the 1780s. You were either fucking or gazing wistfully from clifftops, into distances, etc.

HJ: The servants are like, “Hey, how many stereotypical places can we fuck?” so far they’ve done 1) haystack, 2) meadow.

DD: Maybe they have a checklist. A fucklist. A fuckitlist.

HJ: Being wealthy in the 1780s just meant strolling forlornly through some hedgerows being pursued by a nervous man named Francis.

DD: Wait, who is Francis?

HJ: His cousin. Fishface.

DD: Oh, fuck that guy. I genuinely thought Ross was going to murder him in the mine. “Here, cousin. Come down this mine with me. Let me murder you, in the face. With sexiness.”

HJ: “Maybe we can find you a stronger chin down here.”

DD: Then he tries to drown him. Bit of drowning never hurt anyone.

HJ: Like, you grew up in Cornwall and you can’t swim mate.

DD: His lack of ability to swim is odd because he’s such a wet fish.

HJ: Then there was the maid.

DD: Demelza. They kept calling her "the child" like she’s not the same age as them.

HJ: She’s like, 23. The second she turned up I knew she’d be well fit under all that grime, and that it was only a matter of time before they boned.

DD: Yes. She’s a redhead. Of course she was going to turn out gorgeous. After an angry bath.

HJ: By the fourth episode he'll be like, “I’m such an egalitarian that I *suppose* I'll fuck this hot redhead even though she's a bit poor.”

DD: “Society may be prejudiced against your poverty, but my dick sure ain’t.”

HJ: But no. No sex for her. Not yet anyway.

DD: Just a frolick or two. She had a bath then frolicked in a meadow. There’s really nothing else to do in Cornwall if you're not fucking and you don’t like cliffs.

DD: Speaking of which, there was distinct lack of boning in this.

HJ: Absolutely. Like in this even the IMPLIED boning is rubbish. The best we got was when Francis touches Elizabeth’s shoulder for a second, but it cut away immediately. Not that I would have wanted to see THAT sex.

DD: Imagine fucking that guy.

HJ: He’d just stare at you, stroking himself with two hands.

DD: If this were HBO it would be bone central. Wall-to-wall boning. Cliffs and boning.

HJ: There were THREE potential sex scenes in the second episode and they were ALL cut away from.

DD: What channel is this on again?

HJ: CBeebies.

DD: Clearly this is an issue. Someone needed to fuck. On camera.

HJ: There’s the bit where Poldark was in town and Elizabeth was also in town and she just handed him a pile of linens she had purchased and their hands kinda touched and that’s supposed to pass for sex in this show.

DD: Fuck hands. I wanted their crotches to touch.

HJ: I wanted to see some full-on dick.

DD: We’re terrible people. Maybe Poldark is fine, and it’s us that’s awful.

DD: Honestly, I don’t even know what the big deal is about this show.

HJ: Me neither. I felt like I needed a murder or a boob to keep me going.

DD: Game of Thrones has ruined us. Without murders or boobs, what is there? I’m so unengaged. This is just a bunch of people being miserable near cliffs. I’m not sure I can recommend this.

HJ: If it just had a believable romance.

DD: All it has is Aidan Turner. Maybe that’s all it needs.

HJ: Yeah, to be fair, by the end I was like, ‘Ohhhh, I get it now.’ I was also drunk.

DD: I mean. I'm going to keep watching it. Because Aidan Turner. Obvs.

HJ: Obvs.

#poldark bbc #taking the piss #lololol #period drama #yes to all of this

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anitaawhitney · 1 month

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Some of my 4 favourite lines in 'The Tortured Poets Department'

Fortnight

All of this to say, I hope you're okay But you're the reason And no one here's to blame But what about your quiet treason?

The Tortured Poets Department

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still love the show Who else decodes you?

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Put me back on my shelf But first, pull the string And I'll tell you that he runs Because he loves me (He loves me)

Down Bad

In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

So Long, London

And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn’t right to be scared Every day of a love affair, every breath feels like rarest air

But Daddy, I Love Him

I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin' I'll tell you something about my good name It's mine alone to disgrace

Fresh Out The Slammer

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter He was with her in dreams Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under

Florida!!!

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin

Guilty as Sin?

I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

They shook their heads saying, "God, help her" when I told them he's my man

But your good lord didn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can) Woah, maybe I can't

loml

What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies I'll never leave, never mind

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

I can hold my breath I've been doing it since he left I keep finding his things in drawers Crucial evidence, I didn't imagine the whole thing

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance"

The Alchemy

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool? That child's play back in school Is forgiven under my rule I haven't come around in so long

Clara Bow

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so Do they let you know It’s hell on Earth to be heavenly Them's the breaks, they don't come gently

The Black Dog

I am someone who until recent events You shared your secrets with And your location, you forgot to turn it off And so I watch as you walk

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And I'll tell you one thing, honey I can take the upper hand and touch your body Flip the script and leave you like a dumb house party Or I might just love you 'til the end

The Albatross

"One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" Locked me up in towers But I'd visit in your dreams And they tried to warn you about me

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules All to outrun my desertion of you And you just watched it

How Did It End

Guess who we ran into at the shops? Walking in circles like she was lost Didn't you hear? They called it all off

So High School

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two Get my car door, isn't that sweet?

I Hate It Here

Secret gardens in my mind People need a key to get to The only one is mine I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

thanK you aIMee

And it wasn't a fair fight, or a clean kill Each time that Aimee stomped across my grave And then she wrote headlines In the local paper, laughing at each baby step I'd take

I Look in People’s Windows

I look in people’s windows In case you’re at their table What if your eyes looked up and met mine One more time

The Prophecy

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable

Cassandra

They all said nothing Blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul You can mark my words that I said it first

Peter

Once found us beguiling She said she was trying Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did

The Bolter

But as she was leaving It felt like breathing All her fuckin' lives Flashed before her eyes

Robin

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You’ll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now, we’ll curtail your curiosity In sweetness

The Manuscript

The only thing that’s left is the manuscript One last souvenir from my trip to your shores Now and then I re-read the manuscript But the story isn’t mine anymore

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #lyrics #I would pay for many poetry books from taylor #this was so much to digest and I've finally found love with all of the songs #“Some” because I have more than just this

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simmerbeans · 1 month

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People You’d Like to Get to Know Better 🫶🏼

thank you for the tag: @sharona-sims 🩷

Last song: It’s been a few days since i’ve listened to music so I can’t fully remember but it was probs Fortnight - Taylor Swift

Favorite color: Pinkkkkk and reds

Currently watching: Bridgerton

Sweet/savory/spicy: Today we are feeling savory

Relationship: Married 🫶🏼

Current obsession: In a few days it’ll be Echos of The Plum Grove since it comes out soon and i can’t waiittttt. Also, iced tea lemonades with lavender is my drink of the season. They’re so good.

Last thing I googled: *goes and checks history* Lol okay, it was Brian Nickels bc at the end of a Bridgerton episode it said “In loving memory of Brian Nickels” so had to see who it was on the show.

I see this one go around a lot, so if there is anyone who hasn’t been tagged to do it in awhile or just wants to do it again, take this as me tagging you!

#tag game

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notoriousbeb · 1 month

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TTPD Thoughts - The Manuscript (Pt. 1)

TTPD Notes Glossary

"Fortnight"

Definitely written in the spring of 2023. I think the video was shot in the fall.

The concept of treason/being a traitor comes up in reference to Harry in 1989 as well (“you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor”)

In the music video, the typewriter Taylor is using is missing the 1 key (like the song “The 1”?) and she leaves several blank spaces in her writing of “I love you, it’s ruining my life” (perhaps a nod to the “Blank Space” song?)

When Taylor and Post Malone are laying in the Taylor head silhouette it's a callback to the "Style" music video from the original 1989 era, where the Harry stand in guy is standing on a beach in a silhouette of Taylor's head.

You know who is tattooed and kinda hot and thus a good Harry stand in a MV? Posty.

I think she's envisioning a kind of nightmare future of being trapped in the metaphorical neighborhood that is their small industry and having to watch him move on while she continues to love him (ugh. thanks, it's beautiful and sounds awesome and i hate it).

The last new album, "Midnights,” ends with "Hits Different,” on the line, "Is that your key in the door, down the hallway? Is that your key in the door, is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away?" First line of Fortnight, the first song on TTPD? "I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me.”

A slight diversion into "Hits Different" and why I've always believed it's about Harry: She's clubbing, so that narrows down the choices right away to either Harry or Calvin, but based on how she went right from Calvin to Tom to Joe and was definitely not heartbroken enough to be puking, but rather immediately enamored with someone else....We learn that, technically, she broke up with him ("curse the space that I needed") but she's devastated. Like "I broke my own heart, cuz you were too polite to do it?" This really seals it as 1989 Harry to me.

“The Tortured Poets Department”

Definitely written in the spring of 2023

“Who else decodes you?” reminds me of how Harry called their back-and-forth song writing to/about each other (cue the “Fortnight” typewriter smoke battle) “the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”

A “tattooed golden retriever?” I mean… come the fuck on. That’s a Harry descriptor if I’ve ever seen one.

“You’re in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road, but I’ve seen this episode and I still love the show.” “You awaken with dread pounding nails in your head. But I’ve read this one where you come undone." These aren’t the words of someone who merely wondered about what it would be like to be with a friend or acquaintance. These are two people who deeply know each other and have been together before.

Also, Harry has documented anxiety that she’s also sung about it previously (“did you get anxious though, on the drive home?” - Now That We Don’t Talk)

I hate and love the fact that they both told people they would kill themselves if it didn’t work out. I hate it, because that’s a terrible, dumb plan. But I love the passion. Also, who is Lucy? Was he taking to Lucy from Boygenius? That Lucy openly dislikes Matty on main, so I think it’s weird people are using her as a proof point that this song is about him. Did Taylor change that particular name here because it would have been a dead giveaway for this song being about Harry? (Someone like, Ed, perhaps?)

“My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Probably written in spring 2023

She refers to the muse as the “sickest (I believe this is a double meaning as in cool and also having mental illness issues) army doll purchased at the mall.”

You ever seen a G.I. Joe under the fatigues? They don’t look like a pasty ex heroin addict. They do look like a certain former boy-bander from Manchester, though. Just saying.

“Oh, here we go again,” “put me back on my shelf,” “we could’ve played for keeps this time,” “I knew too much/there was danger in the heat of my touch,” “he saw forever so he smashed it up.” Again, these are things you say about someone you’ve been with before, on and off, not someone you saw in concert twice and worked with once. You, especially, don’t see forever with someone after only 20 days.

“But you should’ve seen him when he first got me.” We did see Matty. Was there someone else in the background who, perhaps, we did not see? Perhaps a certain curly haired former Boy Bander?

“‘Cause it fit too right/Puzzles pieces in the dead of night.” Hmm. Doesn’t sound like the mediocre sex described in “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived” to me

Want to know what lines had me crying in the club on my sad girl walk? “Just say when—I’d play again. He was my best friend down at the sand lot.” Again, these are two people who know each other very well, and have for a long time.

#haylor

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