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still thinking about the hellfire gala . spoilers obviously. this turned into a massive fucking rant LOL
quite frankly ive gone off before about how much i hate shock value writing because i consider it to be lazy and the utmost sign of a writer who doesn't know what they're fucking doing, and that's. exactly. what this felt like. like reading it just felt insulting honestly. like i won't pretend that i didn't expect the krakoan era to end. i KNEW at some point they'd either get rid of it completely or just fuck them over somehow and taint the whole thing. but like, this was just......too much. and it was awful. lol. i keep using that word because it really was.
like 1) the deaths were graphic in a way i would not have expected for mainline x-men honestly. like that was a step beneath x-force imo. and it felt so ... idk. mean???? like it just felt like a slap in the face, "lol your fave that you voted for has just been violently eviscerated on panel the immediate next page after you were told they'd be part of the most diverse mainline x-men team we've had in recent years" anD THEN ALL THE OTHER ONES AFTER????? BOBBY MELTING TO DEATH IN FRONT OF HIS BOYFRIEND???? JEAN A PILE OF BONES IN THE WRECKAGE???? FUCKED UP FOR LITERALLY NO REASON OTHER THAN SHOCK VALUE
2) most of the deaths could have been entirely preventable, some of them didnt even make SENSE. illyana was not the only mutant capable of teleportation in the entire fucking gala, why did jean not stop everything sooner, why was lourdes the only one who died to the gunfire, etc etc etc. i mean it's a suspension of disbelief that's just. lazy. lmfao. because you HAVE to suspend your disbelief to not imagine this going any other way that didn't end in a literal massacre.
3) there were multiple plot points within this that just had zero build-up and were just thrown in to make things work, so, again, Lazy Writing. and again, we're supposed to just Roll With It.
4) i can't explain how fucked up it is to give the minority allegory people their own safe place to live and then absolutely DUNK ON IT the way they did in this. the x-men deserve a break. mutants deserve a break. this was just uniquely awful and i cannot explain how GROSS it just feels to see it happen.
ALSO SPEAKING OF MINORITY ALLEGORY PEOPLE????? the way they handwaved kamala being a mutant is also very fucking lazy and if they're really going to commit to it she deserved something better than the explanation we were given. her death was similarly handwaved in a way i *personally* really hate , like that should be legitimately traumatizing to her, she's just a teenager, idc about her being a superhero. she just pops out of an egg, finds out she's apparently a mutant, and is just .... chill with it??? also emma saying she's going to erase the memories of her being dead from her parents' minds is INSANE??? EMMA AND CHARLES PRESSURING A BROWN GIRL INTO ""COMING OUT"" AS A MUTANT WHEN SHE'S ONLY JUST LEARNED SHE'S ONE AND DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HER POWERS ARE YET IS EVEN MORE INSANE AND SO SO SO WEIRD??????? LIKE DON'T YOU TWO HAVE JOBS, STOP IT
and like i don't know man! i don't know!!! i feel like none of this is very succinct and it's because i'm still SO upset over it but i legitimately was grossed out by this. it felt so awful to read. i had to force myself through the second half of it and i am pretty sure i had a mild panic attack over it. i don't understand how something like this could get continuously greenlit to the point of it going to print. it feels uniquely awful and if the krakoan era genuinely ends with another mutant genocide i really don't think i'm going to ever buy another marvel comic lol. or even if they somehow reverse said genocide, or it turns out it never actually happened, i still don't think i will honestly.
like granted i haven't read a ton outside of x-men stuff, but within the bubble of comics i have read, what other "group" of superheroes so routinely gets storylines that end with things like genocide and decimation and on-panel evisceration? the shock value in this is so disgusting and lazy and i don't even want to acknowledge it. there were such better ways to go about this and it's just disheartening to know they genuinely thought this was...a good idea? and i can't tell if they LEGITIMATELY thought it was good or if they thought the shock value -> everyone hates it -> "bad press is good press" pipeline was worth it... either option is not good, though. so idk.
there are parts of modern x-men i've really enjoyed, and i love the CONCEPT of krakoa, but i think the problem is you get a bunch of (usually) cishet white male culturally-christian writers trying to tackle the Minority Allegory™ characters and you end up with things like this. krakoa could have been so beautiful and meaningful if they weren't so liberal (and i mean this in a derogatory Democratic Liberal sort of way) with it. i wish we got more. i wish we got something better. and i'm not planning to read fall of x to be so for real, i'm gonna read About it like i have been ASM because i value my sanity much more than forcing myself to read awful garbage.
those are my thoughts, thank you!
edit: no actually one more thought. why the fuck was duggan so insistent on inserting kingpin into shit. why did he even matter. i don't give a fuck about kingpin i do't give a fuck about mary THIS IS THE X-MEN AND HE'S A FUCKING DAREDEVIL/SPIDER-MAN VILLAIN WHY ARE WE PAYING ANY AMOUNT OF ATTENTION TO HIM!!!! WHO FUCKING CARES!!!!!! WHY ARE WE WASTING DIALOGUE AND PAGE SPACE ON KINGPIN. WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A HARD-ON FOR KINGPIN, DUGGAN. WHAT THE FUCK
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has anyone connected the eggpire arc to little shop of horrors yet
#since we like to do the musical thing right#egg being audrey 2 bbh being seymour#idk i only know a part of the plot from when i did a gala when i was 10#dream smp#dsmp#mcyt#bbh#eggpire#the egg#blood vines#bad boy halo
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Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 6
Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader
Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.
Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol
Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.
Warnings: trauma induced habits (it’s really not anything serious), unhealthy sleep habits but I'm pretty sure everyone here has those
Word Count: 1897
Masterlist for Series
It was three days later since you had mistakenly slammed Dick into the mats. You and Damian hadn’t talked about it at all seeing as you were trying to avoid the topic like the plague. Darkness had settled over the manor. Bruce and the rest were just back from their patrols and you were just getting ready for yours. It was unofficial at least. Today would have been your turn for the 2:30 am shift of patrol at the league. You couldn’t sleep at all with the thought of your responsibilities running through your mind. 20 minutes had passed of you battling yourself on the aspect of going out. It would be unnecessary, Mr. Wayne has the best security money could buy or make. You thought it through over and over again. What if an alarm didn’t trip off when an intruder came in? What if the manor was attacked and nothing happened to prevent it. With these thoughts overpowering the logic you tried to introduce, you got up and changed into your suit.
Exiting from your window, you went on top of the manor. The roof was pretty massive seeing as this was a mansion. You looked up seeing the stars and thinking back to what it looked like at the compound. The biggest difference here was seeing the lights from the city in the distance and pine trees instead of endless mountains. You jumped from different points, quietly landing on others. As you did this, you scanned the area and moved on if you didn’t see anything strange.
In the Manor:
“It looks like she’s patrolling the area.” Bruce said sitting back in his chair in front of the computers that were installed in the cave, “I don’t like it.”
“Master Bruce, Miss. Y/N is merely practicing habit. Leave the child be.” Alfred said as he cleaned up his first aid tools from tonight’s patrol.
“She could be plotting something. Getting intel, either way, she’s triggering my alarms.” Bruce responded.
“Master Bruce! Enough of that.” Alfred raised his voice in disapproval, “This isn’t a normal household as you might have gathered. Everyone here deals with trauma differently. As a child when you picked up strange habits after ... your own set of traumas, I did nothing to stop you of such actions. I knew you’d grow out of it.”
“I guess you’re right.” Bruce muttered.
“Nothing new Master Bruce.” Alfred remarked walking into the other part of the cave.
Bruce eventually left, turning the system off. He knew Alfred was right and even though he wanted to, he knew that there was no ill intent in your actions.
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Back outside, you were still well underway in your patrol. You had only thirty minutes left and then you would be able to return to your bedroom. Everything was silent but for the crickets and occasional fire fly here and there. You marveled at their beauty once you figured out what they were. That was strange to see for the first time. Other than that, the only other sound was a new pair of footsteps coming from behind. You knew who it was without turning around.
“I thought I would find you here.” Damian said.
“Well, I guess you thought right then Damian.” You replied perched on the side of the manor.
“I assume this patrol is stemming from previous habits of yours?”
“One might say that.” You gave him a side glance seeing that he was coming to sit by you, “Old habit.”
“Closer to, a sign that you really aren’t taking this move well and are actually covering it up for the sake of reputation and your own personal expectations you have set for yourself.” Damian commented making you roll your eyes some.
“Wow, caught red handed.” “In all actuality, you’re correct on many levels.” “I just needed something ... normal for a change.”
“I understand.” He said shortly, “I heard father talking about a gala. Something to parade us around to the rich snobs and media as an introduction. I do not look forward to it.”
“That sounds like one of the worst ideas I have heard in quite a long time.” You huffed, “And that’s saying quite a lot.”
He chuckled but after that, everything fell back into silence. You carefully looked out over the grounds before being startled by the vibration and alarm of your phone.
“Looks like my patrol has ended.” You said turning off the alarm, “I shall return inside. Care to join me?”
“I will.”
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From there, sleep was impossible to come by. You were plagued by nightmares which you never had before. It was probably since you weren’t constantly focusing on training or a mission you had convinced yourself. What you needed was something to focus on and that was what you got. You didn’t rely on coffee like Drake since you never had it to begin with at the league. For the first few days, no one noticed anything. That was what you had planned, however it was of course Damian who raised the first alarm. You were in the library catching up on some studies for ancient history and astronomy. The sunlight was streaming in golden beams through the windows and you were sitting at one of the tables wrapped up in one of the long jackets that you had gotten. Damian walked in to see you hunched over one of the books with your hair in a messy bun.
“Y/N?” He asked quietly as to not scare you.
“Mhmm?” You hummed in response giving him a quick glance of acknowledgement, flipping the page to a star map.
“With all due respect, you seem tired as of late. When was the last time you slept?” He questioned sitting next to you examining the pile of books you had pulled.
“Last night?”
“But did you actually sleep an entire night last night? That is the real question.”
“Why are you concerned on the hours of sleep I got Wayne?” You asked in return.
He didn’t answer. The truth was that he was worried more than he’d care to admit. He knew that you had terrible dreams like he did, neither of you cared to talk about them at all. The memories of mornings where you’d come for training with dark circles and eyes flooded his conscious. Those days you were scarier and had less patience, though he’d never blame you for it since he understood the feeling for some part.
“You never answered my question.” You said pulling him from his thoughts.
“I-I... no reason, I was just making sure my right hand was in stable mind.”
“Well, I am fine.” You glared at him for the comment, “I’m perfectly stable demon.”
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That was a few days ago. You kept the exhaustion hidden well, especially considering you were in a house full of detectives. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel it though. You were bone tired and almost lagged along. Focus became harder to maintain and you felt yourself drifting on and off into sleep. Now you were in the training room running a simulation. It was an easier one you had to admit, but nothing enough to give anything away. Your moves weren’t sloppy, just not as pristine as typical. You also didn’t notice Damian walk inside of the cave to watch you. Rubbing your temple as you finished, you grabbed your water bottle and splashed some of the cold liquid on your face to wake you up. You turned around and were startled by Damian.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said reaching to grab your arms to keep you from hitting him from habit.
“It’s fine.” You replied, “I just didn’t realize you were there.”
“You never drop your guard like that. I think it’s time for you to sleep L/N.” He said, “I know you haven’t been getting any.”
“I insist that I am fine.” You went to grab your duffle bag off of the floor with the intention of showering in the cave showers near the back. Standing up was the issue. With the worst light headed feeling you’d had in years you fell back down.
“Y/N!” Damian grabbed you before you had totally hit the floor, “That makes it final, I’m making you sleep.”
You mumbled an argument before totally passing out. There was no way of avoiding the obvious of you being passed out as he took you to your room.
“Damian, what happened to Y/N?” Bruce asked alarmed standing up to see you completely out. Bruce wasn’t fazed by much, however, he wasn’t ready for that at all.
“Lack of sleep.” Damian said shortly, “I think I know why.”
Alfred followed him up the stairs explaining that he’d need to make sure you were okay other than not sleeping. He was sure that after a good night’s rest or so, you’d be fine. Damian knew though, that that was asking a lot from you no matter how simple it might be.
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You awoke suddenly in your bedroom only to be surrounded by darkness and the light, delicate streams of moonlight shining dimly across the objects inside. You felt someone taking hold of your hand and immediately looked to see that it was Damian. Next to you, he was sitting in a chair with his head resting on the side of the bed and his hand around yours. With the shift in motion that you had caused, Damian awoke.
“What are you doing?” You asked, a blush creeping across your face.
“Oh- I,” He let go of your hand and rubbed the back of his neck, “I knew you needed to sleep and I also knew that you wouldn’t unless there was someone with you.” “I just didn’t think you’d want me to be in the be-“
“I-I understand.” You replied, “Thank you.”
“I will leave now.” He got up.
“Damian I ... you were right about the sleeping bit. I actually wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”
“I see.” He sat back down in the chair.
“Damian, I’ve known you since we were three, you can sleep in the bed.” “If you’d prefer, there’s an extra quilt you could use in the closet.”
“Are you sure?” He asked standing back up.
“Positive.”
Damian retrieved the quilt from your closet and returned quietly, getting on the bed. You stayed under the original bedding and he slept on top of it. There was a distance that was kept between you two since it would be strange for you to be any closer. You were just close friends and nothing more. Although, that thought made you a bit upset. When you did finally awaken however, you were startled to see that you were tangled in the covers laying as close as possible to him. Damian’s arms were draped over you holding you tightly and neither of you cared to talk about it.
That did however start a routine of going into each other’s rooms for sleeping. You didn’t classify it as a romantic or intimate thing. It was saved for whenever either of you had dreams terrible enough that you didn’t want to be alone anymore. At night, you might have been awakened by Damian coming into your room and getting into the bed only for you to keep close to him or it would be the other way around.
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Some fanfic spoilers for interested
Hi, with things going on in the world and in my life I wasn’t really up to writing lately that much (and WIPs won’t stop haunting me). Anyway, thought I would share some random things I planned to implement in one of my fanfics, “Love And Marriage”.
For those who don’t know this, it’s basically timkon married!AU, with no one main plot, but rather bunch of stand alone scenes and stories in Tim’s and Conner’s married life.
Anyway, under the cut is bunch of headcanons and weird little things I was thinking on including in this fic. Why am I listing those at all? Because I’m bored, that’s why.
Kon has lots of piercings. The amount and places is still not specified, but Conner Kon-El “I can look better with jewelry than you, Anita” Kent likes his piercings and Tim is happy to buy him what he likes.
Tim may know what to buy Conner jewelry-wise for gala or something, but for more casual look he refers to Anita and Bart.
and also to the second older Tim that somehow landed in this universe (and not really planning to go back), who’s also the owner of jewelry shop the married!Tim secretly shops in for gifts for his husband.
other-universe!Tim wasn’t in love with his universe Kon, but rather Cassie. He still doesn’t shares what had happened and why he doesn’t want to come back (maybe he can’t? idk)
both Tims met by accident when married!Tim wasn’t even engaged - was starting to think about marriage and all that - and was window-shopping some engagement rings of this one specific shop. Shop belonged to o-u!Tim, who upon landing here, somehow learnt about some organized kryptonite black market and wanted to get more inside info.
upon seeing not-yet-married!Tim in front of his shop, other-universe!Tim decided to reveal himself, because “screw this! both of me will solve this quicker!”
in the end, o-u!Tim runs the shop, is housing Red Lanter Dex Star and Blue Lanter Corgi of Hope (does it have different name???), is happy that this universe Tim is the only one knowing his true identity and isn’t in hurry to reveal himself to Bats and JL (and what for? he’s just living calm, happy life here, man), and is charging married!Tim twice the amount for anything embedded with blue kryptonite, because “yes, I’ll do it and no, I don’t care it’s only for a simple ring, you would find a way to make it nsfw this universe me, I know you and myself, and I don’t want to even think bout it, stop it, I don’t want to think about my bff that way >:(“
something else now
Jason is famous crime-novels writer. His novels are so realistic, some fans believe the author worked in law-enforcement of some kind. He never yet showed his face to the public.
His pen name is something like “Jason Peters” and all his friends and family know that it is him. Especially Bats, because they recognize some of the cases (most of them are mix of various cases).
Bats respect that Jason needs some privacy gathering information for the books, however... Look, they are fan of his books, love the challenge it gives them, but are not afraid to bother him until he reveals something
it became family game - “who can solve the case in latest of Jason’s book first” (Jason of course judges and also takes bets.) Time starts with book official release.
Jason, while he’s in better contact with his family, doesn’t want his writer fame being associated with the Wayne name. But. He once told his manager that the true reason he knows most of this stuff he writes about was truly because he’s deceased and miraculously revived Jason Todd-Wayne who spend years after his revival with international mafia.
His manager laughed at this, not believing, but it didn’t worsen their working relationship. Peters was fun and quirky guy after all.
That was until they planned collab with other famous writer who didn’t like showing his face (and for whom I have no pen name)
The other author is Kon
He specifies in adventure as a genre. Sometimes those are also sci-fi.
And while Kon and Jason respects each others writing skills, and are aware they are curating for different fanbase, there’s some kind of rivalry going on
Because most of their family and friends are more often reading Jason’s books than his (Damn you on-going bet! Damn you!)
and because his lest-favorite brother in-law, whom he still didn’t forgive for injuring his husband (I don’t care you forgive him, Tim, Honey), and who sometimes makes fun at him whenever there’s family diner, is sometimes beating him up in book sales.
Damn you, Jason Todd! - Kon, probably
anyway, I don’t have much plans for this now, but I thought the meeting for theoretical colab would take place at Tim’s and Kon’s place.
the atmosphere is so tense you can cut it with a knife
Jason’s manager is a little in awe because that’s Timothy Drake-Wayne here??? What’s next, Beyonce???
funny story, because Tim “yes, hello, but please, I’m Timothy Kent(???)” Drake-Wayne says that Jason here is actually his older brother and both authors besides them confirm this
both managers currently: :O
Jason’s manager: WAIT, you want to teLL ME, that you didn’t lie about that dying and being Wayne stuff??!?!
Jason “Did I ever lied to you, Benny?” Todd-Wayne
Kon’s manager: yoU DIED??!!
Jason: That part in ‘xxx’ book about crawling from one’s grave was based on authentic facts :) Besides, I’m not the only one writing based on life experience. :) Ask Conner about his time in space with Justice League :)
Kon, muttering: I hope cow would shit on you, Todd
meanwhile, Tim in the kitchen, trying not to hit his head on the wall repeatedly: come on, Tim, Alfred prepared you for this! >:( You will be perfect host and none of this shit currently happening will move or visibly stress you out! >:( You will not cry and call Alfred for help! >:( But would it be proper, if I bring out alcohol earlier???
I have few more ideas for this fic, but those were the wildest ones currently, I guess.
Thoughts?
#Maruda writes#timkon#Tim Drake#Kon-El#Jason Todd#it was fun to write it out#I should do more like this#lol at first I wrote 'time in spice' instead of 'time in space'#and other mistakes#damn I should go to sleep
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here’s my baby anita i hope y’all love her as much as i do <3333
(ALEXA DEMIE, CIS FEMALE) - Have you seen ANITA DE JESUS? ANITA is in HER SOPHOMORE year. The CLASSICS MAJOR is 20 years old & is an ARIES. People say SHE is AMBITIOUS, CONFIDENT, MANIPULATIVE and DISTANT. Rumors say they’re a member of HASTINGS SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CHANGED HER LAST NAME TO AVOID BEING CONNECTED TO HER FAMILY, ALL OF WHOM ARE INVOLVED IN A COLOMBIAN DRUG CARTEL. SHE IS THE FIRST OF THEM TO GO TO COLLEGE.
i. anita was born in cali, colombia as ana mercedes mendoza, the daughter of one of the right hand men of the norte del valle cartel’s leaders. this meant her early years were littered with strange juxtapositions. danger, constant moving, police chases, and overdoses; luxurious beach houses, horses, lavish parties, and celebrity status.
ii. she is the oldest of 3, but was once the second oldest of 4. her older brother jorge luis was killed during a cartel related run in with colombian police when anita was 13. this event led to her immigration to the united states. she arrived in miami, florida just in time to enroll in the 8th grade, her mother and two younger siblings (carla and pedro) along with her. her dad remained in colombia, picking up the pieces of a shattered cartel and leading in the rise of yet another criminal organization. after the death of her brother she swore never to speak to her dad, never to speak of the cartel, never to touch cocaine.
iii. she had few friends in middle and high school. if being a part of a crime family taught her anything, it was that few people deserve your loyalty, and even fewer deserve your trust. to this day, anita retains that ideology, she rather have a few friends that she can trust with her whole heart than a giant group full of traitors. that is not to say that she is not gregarious. anita knows everyone, knows everything about everyone. and people may feel like they are close to her, like they really know her. whether or not that’s true remains up to her.
iv. so why yates? and how did little ana, the immigrant narcos princess, get to be the anita de jesus of hastings society anyway? it wasn’t easy. although she was, and still is, rich from drug money, being a first generation american did not afford her the same advantages as many of her peers. she learned english back at school in colombia, but when she got to the u.s. she used every ounce of willpower she could to lose her accent. it’s still there, a mere lilt, if you listen hard enough. but not for lack of trying. she stayed up endless nights studying for the SAT. she wrote a kickass essay about being an estranged daughter of a narcos as a metaphor using britney spears’s mental breakdown AND medusa AND somehow also the pope????? don’t even ask
v. but anyway she got to yates because she deserved to. and she wasn’t going to let her family’s history put her reputation or success in jeopardy. so the day she turned 18 she changed her name to anita, the nickname her mother called her. and she changed her last name to de jesus kind of because it was her great-grandmother’s maiden name but mostly because it means “from jesus” and she is a sucker for the roman catholic aesthetic. like she died during the 2018 met gala because that is her entire aesthetic. a classics major just kind of made sense to her. maybe live in greece in the future? run a museum? write a book? who knows
vi. so yeah at yates she works her ass off. was overwhelmed with joy when she got into hastings because she prides herself on being a smartass above all. she knows how to party, too. her formative years taught her how to really party in style. like, yeah, she won’t snort coke but she can and will drink an entire bottle of tequila in one sitting. and she will get onto a table and start dancing really slowly and try to seduce the entire room. she swears she is the daughter of aphrodite. and look at her. she probably isn’t wrong.
little personality things/maybe some plot points/wanted connections:
traits: unapologetic, ambitious, ruthless, honest, intelligent, manipulative, private, confident, secretly sensitive, passionate, sexual, relentless, resilient
hobbies: rewriting her notes, online shopping but only at high end brands (you will never see her wearing off brand), drinking unhealthy amounts of diet coke, reading mythology, naps among piles of books in the hastings house
likes: the scent of lavender and eucalyptus, fur coats, studying, tequila, diet coca-cola, sex, the secret history by donna tartt, all romance languages
dislikes: romance movies, reality tv, non-diet coke, american culture, her father
wanted connection: though she has few friends she rides HARD for her friends. buys her friends gucci bags for their birthdays. will kill and steal for her friends if it comes down to it. so like gimme like 2-3 real close friends like her ride or die babies
another maybe connection: someone who knows about her family?? maybe someone from another crime family?? someone in the drug business?? or like a diplomat/ambassador’s kid who recognizes her from time living in colombia?? idk the possibilities are ENDLESS
possible plot point?? she only had one serious relationship junior year of high school but he cheated on her and it hit her hard because she already isn’t a trusting person. so romance as yates has been a no so far…. i smell angst i smell drama will she fall in love won’t she
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SEAN TEALE, TRANSMALE, HE/THEY -——- mateo suarez has been identified as a twenty-seven year-old resident with shapeshifting and illusion manipulation. their files indicate that they work as a labor organizer, and may be closely linked with the heroes union. they are known to be hardy and stubborn, and knew the deceased because they are his son. ( admin rowlet, they/he, 24, pst )
whaddup whaddup! here’s pt.1 of rowlet’s shady character duo, mateo! there’s a wanted connections list at the end, and feel free to press that like button if you’re down to brainstorm or plot out something! cw for dysphoria
+ + + overview
— mateo’s personality is rather... dry and serious. unlike his father, who he clearly did not get his sense of humor and charm from, mateo is much more curt and straight-to-the-point. his constant mood is dark cold brew and being Jaded all the time. rather than grand displays of emotion, he'd rather just inhale deeply to show any sign of irritation, sadness, yadda yadda. he’s greatly disinterested in small talk
— the only time you’ll see him vicariously active and full of energy is on a picket line or at a protest
— deep deep deep deep deep down, he’s a softy, but despises showing that intimate vulnerable part of himself. it’s not that he thinks he’s a weakness, but he feels like every part of himself isn’t real and worthy of love. he’s let himself go just a bit...
— he’s raúl’s son and definitely has a lot of heavy, conflicting emotions around his father’s death. for one, there’s a lot of regrets he’s feeling, especially as he never felt like his father was a father figure to him. should he have got to know his pa a little more? was that on him? mateo always wished he could have been closer to his father, as he was always treated more like... a prop, or a badge of honor to make raúl look good. perhaps some things were impossible to recuperate
— especially because mateo was hella suspicious of his father. even he had no idea that his father had established the underground, a secret ring of connections in the dark underbelly of diamond city. sure, he had inklings, and, sure, everything pointed towards the fact that he had dark affiliations. but mateo wanted to believe that perhaps his father wasn’t that.
— having inherited the heroes’ union from his father, he has no idea how to run such a huge enterprise, and finds himself overwhelmed by all the burgeoning responsibilities he has stepping into his father’s shoes. because of this, he’s had to put his labor organizing on hold to try and manage his father’s empire (which is going poorly, might i add)
+ + + powers
— his first and foremost power that he’s currently always using is shapeshifting, or the ability to change his form at will.
— had a lot of gender and body dysphoria growing up, so much that even leaving his room was a feat in itself. when he found out one day he had shapeshifting capabilities, he tirelessly worked to master his power so he sustain a new form for himself. many many years later aka now he’s now comfortable in the body he’s chosen to live in, having accumulated different features that he likes for himself.
— his other power is illusion manipulation. mateo hardly has had time to master it, let alone practice, so his techniques are rusty and unrefined. for the most part, he’s able to create illusions that feel real in multiple sensory dimensions but don’t exist.
— did he kill his father and was able to get away with it from his shapeshifting and creating illusions? idk maybe idk idk...
+ + + history
mateo grew up without his father in his life, living down in san diego, ca (occupied Kumeyaay) with his single mom. all his life he was curious to know who his father was, and his mother adamantly refused. it wasn’t until college where his father suddenly came into his life, captivating and charming him as the perfect father figure he never knew he wanted. in such a time where mateo was struggling to develop his powers and grapple with gender and body dysphoria, raúl was everything he hoped for and more. against his mother’s warnings and begging, he moved to diamond city to live with and be closer to his father.
the feelings of intense happiness he felt with his dad, however, slowly began to dither off as he got to know him. mateo was uncomfortable with the press and publicity he received as raúl publicly made know that he and his long lost son were reunited, forging a narrative that he’d been denied the chance to see him all his lie. mateo slowly began to doubt if he could trust his father, especially when it felt like he was a living trophy meant to follow and praise him so eagerly. sure, his father occasionally checked in on him and treated him like a son, but there was something about his father that he could never really pinpoint - he never truly felt like he could trust him.
as rumors on the street surfaced that raúl was connected to the underground, the emboldening critics made mateo a little suspicious and betrayed that his own dad would use him. mateo secretly began to investigate his father, but his search was largely fruitless. his dad always managed to charm him, keep him right where he wanted. it worked every single time. and yet he never failed to feel close to his dad, only more and more distant as the years passed.
he considered going home to his mom. as a labor organizer, it was tiring working in the big city, and it felt like all of his work was going nowhere. especially because at times it was at odds against the heroes union, of all things. he vowed to quit diamond city and never return. he didn’t even go to the gala, opting to stay home. so when news broke out that his father was found cold, and mateo found his name at the inheritor of the will... he questioned if he were ever able to leave. maybe he should have listened to his mother in the first place.
+ + + wcxns
— acquaintance/friend. with all of these new obligations, it has been impossible for mateo to even get a breath of fresh air. perhaps they are that to him - they remind him there’s people on the ground that care about him, in some sense. but he’s scared they might see him differently.
— an open shoulder. mateo’s not really one to open up, but for whatever reason he’s now taken them up on their offer. it’s 11pm, and the sullen rap of knuckles on their oaken wood door means he’s finally ready to process. he’s more a listener, anyways, and would be more than happy to listen than work on himself.
— informant. they want dirt on raúl, and who better to consult than his own son? mateo’s half hesitant, half down, but he’s more or less down for the cause. anything to get to the truth has his backing.
— he hella sus. something about the suarez family never adds up. mateo’s got his own line of suspicious activity going down, what with his late night walks through alleyways and his occasional connections to the underground. it’s hard to pinpoint mateo’s own alliances and connections, so they’re keeping a close eye on him for anything suspicious.
— a continued pawn. they know mateo’s in raúl’s throne and would be more than happy to exploit him for that. with enough pressure and enough charm, mateo falls for it every time. especially because he’s so occupied with bullshit that he’s hard to keep a track of moving pieces. they’re here for themselves, and he hardly knows it til it hits him.
— political differences. anyone watching mateo try and run his father’s empire knows he’s largely inefficient. they make it known he’s terrible with managing the heroes union, and perhaps clash with him on how to operate things. sometimes they agree, but most of the time they cannot find middle ground on how the process should run.
— personality clash. there’s nothing mateo hates more than a personality that’s ready to dominate the conversation or push him around. especially if there are others at stake, he’s more than willing to fight for the underdog, even if he can’t fight. perhaps they’re forced to work together, and it’s an absolute struggle.
— jealousy. he watched his father shower them in praise while he was at the sidelines without anything but a pat on the back. mateo doesn’t want to admit he’s jealous, but the fact that his father dedicated so much time to everyone else instead of him is really eating him alive. he’ll play fake nice, but he can’t help himself to a twinge of snark when he’s feeling particularly snideful.
— mortal enemies. oh boy. mateo prides himself on being absolutely tolerant of people, but this person grinds his gears. they remind him of everything he’s terrible at, all of his regrets, and perhaps that his father’s death could just as well be his fault or something. they bring out his insecurities, and anyone as guarded as mateo just wants to chew them out at any chance he can.
— crush. they ground him, in a way that other people can’t. he’ll likely say hi, exchange a few words, but he’s clueless as to how to approach what he wants. after all, years of self loathing and uncomfortablesness in himself haven’t exactly dissipated...
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My Little Pony Re-Watch: Episode 51 & 52 A Canterlot Wedding
*I’m just going to be up front here. This is the episode, that made me a brony. This is the episode that made me realize how great My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic really was. For a long time, it was my favorite episode. So of course it’s one of the most divisive episodes in the whole series. So we’re going to approach this differently. Rather then go over events individually, I’m going to stick to talking points more in the style of my video reviews. If i didn’t we’d be here all day. So let’s do this.
*A big complaint about this episode is how Twilight’s brother, Shining Armor, kind of comes out of nowhere. Maybe it’s just because I grew up with a lot of sitcoms, where siblings kind of appear out of nowhere with no previous establishment, but I just kind of accepted Shining Armor’s existence. Though it would have been fairly easy to introduce him sooner. Between the Grand Galloping Gala and Twilight holding her birthday party in Canterlot, it is weird in hindsight that he was nowhere to be seen during all of that. But again, it doesn’t really bother me.
*And i like the touch that his cutie mark is a shield and his most powerful spell appears to be a protection spell able to encase the entire city of Canterlot. It just adds more to my working theory of how talents and magic work.
*Twilight does have a bit of a right to be mad that she wasn’t told about this wedding until days before it’s supposed to happen. But hey, maybe that message that got burned in “Dragon Quest” was the announcement, idk.
*You want to sum up Pinkie Pie in one moment? The confetti sneeze. That is all
*Another criticism of this episode is the other character that appears out of nowhere, Princess Cadance. Now i don’t think the existence of another alicorn comes completely out of nowhere like many claim. Because there was that illustration in “Hearts and Hooves Day” that shows us other alicorns exist besides Celestia and Luna. And as far as we know, they’re all princesses. So this doesn’t break the lore necessarily, but I will agree that this at least was poorly established.Then again the show was never great at presenting Cadance’s role in the world, as we’ll go more into in the next episode.
*I will admit that her supposed love spell is both underutilized and morally questionable, but that’s not a discussion for this post. I think Silver Quill has covered everything on that topic.
*I used to hate the “Sunshine Sunshine Ladybugs Awake” rhyme and dance, but now that they don’t do it anymore, I feel a bit nostalgic towards it watching this again. Is that weird? It feels weird.
*And personally, I think the mystery behind why Cadance is so different from how Twilight remembers her works. Because while Twilight may know Cadance, we don’t. And therefore we can’t really tell what exactly is wrong even when the show tells us something is off. It’s not obvious what’s going on on your first viewing is what I’m saying. We’re just taking Twilight’s word for it that, if nothing else, Cadance has changed a lot. Being dismissive, insensitive, and hypnotizing her fiance to stop asking questions. But that last one probably isn’t that big a deal.
*The rest of the girls may be a bit too dismissive of Twilight’s feelings on the matter, especially after what they learned in “Lesson Zero” but Twilight does have a tendency to exaggerate and be paranoid. So I do get why they wouldn’t just take her word for it. It’s something that they could easily brush off as Twilight being Twilight and not as a red flag.
*Plus not Cadance is pretty good at being manipulative. Getting rid of her old bridesmaids so the Mane Six could fill in. Such a gesture makes it easier for the girls to get wrapped up in the planning and see Cadance in a better light instead of listening to Twilight.
*Lyra speaks! That is all, but when a famous background character finally talks, you acknowledge it.
*I love this episode, but Spike playing with the cake toppers constantly is a really lame way to keep him out of the story.
*Twilight confronting Cadance the way she did might seem like a dumb move, and maybe it was. But keep in mind. Twilight has tried alternatives. Her friends wouldn’t listen to her, the princesses are busy guarding the city, and when she tried to talk to her brother about this, she saw Cadance put a spell on him. She’s in crisis mode here, and wants something done to stop her. So she takes action into her own hooves. The only problem with this plan is that Twi doesn’t really have, proof that Cadance is evil.
*How much this plan backfires is kind of devastating. Even Celestia scolds her for this stunt! By the way the facial expression on Twilight when that happens is one of the saddest faces in the series.
*Then we get a really sad reprise of the previous song, but all anyone cared about was the cute little pointy pony style. It’s crazy how popular this style became! Some fan animation series are made just in this style. It is really cute, I’m just always blown away at just how popular it got, and still is.
*One of the best things to see reactions to in regards to this episode is when not Cadance engulfs Twilight in a ring of fire and sends her to the depth of Hell to cover her tracks! Okay it’s not Hell, but still. It was the best cliffhanger from the show for a while.
*How has the show never used these caves beneath Canterlot since this? I know there’s a line where they say that most ponies forgot these caves even exist, but could you imagine if maybe, the Diamond Dogs wanted to get down here or something? There’s potential to use these caves again, and I’m shocked the show hasn’t.
*And here’s where we learn what’s going on. That Cadance was replaced by an imposter. Now I knew what was going on because I knew who Queen Chrysalis was. That’s what led me to watching this episode. But the story is clever at revealing this twist. There are hints to fake Cadance’s true identity, but since we don’t know Cadance, we wouldn’t notice things like her magic looks different, unless you were paying very close attention to the flashback.
*Ah, This Day Aria. I’ve said that this is quite possibly the moment that sold me on the show for good. And i stand by that. The Disney Renaissance vibes you get from this gorgeous duet are powerful. Between the villain celebrating maniacally and the hero racing desperately, it creates tension and an amazing contrast, performed by the same voice actress. There’s even this clever bit in the melody of contrasting between an Authentic Cadance and a Deceptive Cadance. Everything about this song is marvelous! It’s a beautiful moment to watch play out, and a great way for us to see what the real Cadance is like. I love everything about it!! Obviously.
*I don’t think the way Twilight and Cadance escaped the hypnotized bridesmaids should be as funny as it is, but it is. It’s so funny.
*Queen Chrysalis’ reveal is epic! Her design is incredible and eye catching, her voice s sinister and distinct (I really miss that modulation though), and the introduction of Changelings into this world is such a great concept! The only part that’s kind of weird is that they never say Chrysalis’ name in the episode itself.
*Celestia finally gets to do something and fights back! Only to be immediately defeated. This is one of the most controversial scenes in the episode and i get why, but as far as the moment itself goes, I don’t really feel the same way. In the moment it’s a way to show just how much of a threat Chrysalis is while giving Celestia some agency. For the sake of tension, it works. No what bothers me is the larger trend this started of Celestia getting her flank whooped whenever possible.
*And I get why Chrysalis was surprised it worked. She would have had to take on Celestia eventually, but she might have figured she’d have her army with her by that point. So being able to get the job done herself gives her more of an ego boost in this grand plan.
*And do I even need to comment of the Mane Six battling the changelings? It’s AWESOME! The combat is exciting, there are a lot of funny moments, and between the return of the Party Cannon and using Twilight as a weapon of mass destruction, Pinkie is a master on the battlefield.
*This episode is also unique by being the first two part episode where the major threat isn’t defeated using the Elements of Harmony. Giving a great twist on expectations that I think gets taken for granted.
*Another major point of contempt with this episode is that Chrysalis just stands there and lets her enemies plot to defeat her. And I get that too. I do, but to me it’s not, completely unjustified. After all, Chrysalis’ plan has gone without a hitch. She’s managed to stop anyone in her way at every turn. Now that she’s taken away all major power, why should it be any different now? She’s deluded by her success and doesn’t see a way she can be stopped.
*The only way she is defeated is by something she wouldn’t expect. True and pure love. The changelings manipulate others to gain power from their love of the person they’re impersonating, and Shining Armor was their latest victim. Not believing his own sister because he’s literally being controlled by someone who says they love him. And it’s not Twilight or any of her friends who break that curse, but Cadance. The one who truly loves him. Simply by being there and expressing how much she cares about him. Add to the fact that Cadance’s magic centers around love, something Chrysalis might not have known, and you get an even bigger power boost. It’s pretty cool when you see it at first and beautiful when you think about it any deeper.
*Plus I love cheesy stories where love and friendship and bonds that make us stronger save the day. It’s really my jam and why i stick with the show. And this is one of the best demonstrations of it’s power.
*And the fun little trope twist of the princess saving the knight in shining armor. And then it’s both of them together that stops the villain.
*I know everyone’s made this joke, but because one of my most well know loves is Pokemon “Looks like Team Rocket’s Blasting Off Again!!”
*Hey Twilight and Shining Armor’s parents are back! And they still don’t get any lines. Hooray!
*Props to Dashie for pulling off a Sonic Rainboom so flawlessly!
*Luna?! Where the hay have you been??!! Okay this is another complaint about the episode but this time I have to agree. Where were you??? The only props I’ll give here is that at least they acknowledged she exists. Unlike Return of Harmony.
*I personally think Twilight should’ve gotten more of an apology from her friends, but at least the message still comes across. Not only is there the power of love in it’s toxicity and purity, but also Twilight journey to persist even in the face of doubt. If something seems suspicious to you, especially when it effects the ones you love, pursue it. Investigate and see what you can do to help. And it’s because of Twilight’s actions that she’s able to reunite her brother with someone who genuinely loves him. You might not be able to save someone you love from someone who is just using them on your own, but you can do your best to find someone who can help them. Twilight may not have technically saved the day this time, but she played a very important part.
*Ending with a fun reception with a really catchy song and the reveal that Vinyl Scratch’s eyes are magenta and not red. Breaking the hearts of fan artists the world over... And isn’t that what we should really take away from this episode?
Screw the haters. This episode is amazing! I should really do a full video on this one because I truly love this episode. If anything, the criticisms has made me realize in other ways why I love it so much, and why it sealed the deal for me on this whole magical pony thing. So I suppose I should be grateful for that. There were a lot of other things I could have mentioned, but again, these are just supposed to be short thoughts. Like I’ve said, this is the episode that made me understand why so many people loved this show for little girls, and i will always be grateful for that. Next Time: The Crystal Empire!
#My Little Pony#MLP Rewatch Marathon#canterlot wedding#My Little Pony Friendship is Magic Review#analysis#MLP:FIM
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Ok so what about an au of stalia as start crossed lovers or like them finding each other through the years?? idk
Star-Crossed Lovers Supernatural/Royalty/Fantasy-Medieval AU coming up!!
i. Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Being who she was should be, above all things, simple.
Malia Hale, daughter of Peter Hale, should, in theory, be a noblewoman. Peter is, after all, the biological brother of the Queen. The Brother-In-Law to the Prince Consort; Peter is a Prince. But there is, sadly, a complication: Malia Hale is a bastard child.
Illegitimate.
The rest of the country does not know this, of course; Corrine – a lady also known as the dreaded assassin ‘The Desert Wolf’ – died during childbirth. Talia Hale made certain of that. After all, the woman had been attempting to kill Talia via getting close to her brother; such a woman could not live. But Talia was and is, supposedly, a generous woman. So she let the child, Malia, be born. And so, Malia is supposedly the daughter of Peter Hale and his arranged wife (a woman who has kept herself and her blue-blood far away from the tainted mess that is Malia), and that is that.
But it makes things… complicated.
Surely, it should. She is not fully of Royal blood – and here, in this place, that is important. Her father does not think so – but her ‘mother’ does. And the other princesses and the prince – they think so too. Talia, however, does not – at least, so she presents to the family - and she is decidedly determined to make sure Malia is accepted as one of them, blue-blooded and pure, despite the obvious and glaring issue that that is simply not the case.
This world is not hers.
This world of fancy dinners and balls and galas and crowns and tiaras and curtseying and extravagant dresses and all manner of ridiculousness – it is not hers. Malia has known this all her life – known the way that people look at her, even the servants and the rest of the staff. The way they talk about her behind her back.
Malia can see it in the people around her. The way they think she doesn’t belong.
She doesn’t even look – well, she looks more like her father than her mother, but her mother was from another part of the land. Malia doesn’t look a lot like her mother, which in this case is a saving grace, but there are aspects to her features you don’t otherwise find here, and many of them she does not share with her supposed mother (who was chosen because she was foreign, and that could explain away the differences in Malia to the rest of her family. If the woman hadn’t been platinum blonde and thin and much shorter than Malia’s father with pasty ivory skin, built with little muscle and a willowy frame and her face ending in many sharp points that Malia’s simply didn’t.).
So yes. She does not, will not, and never has belonged here. This castle, with it’s stone walls and murals and stained-glass windows too high up to see from the ground (in order to stop certain forms of attack), with its battlements and towers and machicolations, with its barbican and its bastions and it’s three baileys; the upper, lower and east.
Malia sighed, leaning against the side of the carriage and watching as the forest that surrounded the town cleared away, and in it’s place she could see for miles; across open land towards the hill the castle lay on, to the moat surrounding her home, and the vast plains beyond.
Talia wanted the most secure of places that she could manage.
Malia could see, even from this far away, the men standing in rows – the garrison’s Captain, a small stick-figure from this distance but really, a man with broad shoulders and full plate armour, usually – having brought them to muster for Malia and her father’s return to the castle.
They’d been away at a wedding of her ‘mother’s’ relative – apparently the woman’s sister. Malia had to pretend she’d been told anything at all about her extended ‘family’, and had nodded along and smiled so much her cheeks hurt – and now she was back, all she wanted to do was wait until dark and then –
“Malia.” Her father said. Malia sighed, and sat up straight, placed her hands daintily on her lap and tried her best not to scowl. When passing through the cobbled streets, she’d seen women swearing, laughing, drinking – talking about The Guard, the not-so-illegal fighting done somewhat discretely in back alleyways or far too obviously in stone-ringed arenas set up in the middle of the street. Malia had seen women reading, writing, even fighting in the makeshift ‘rings’ hidden in the alleyways, she’d seen many things Malia herself could never do. Not as a princess – it was improper.
Of course, her father – much as she disliked the man on a general basis because of the sheer number of times he’d tried to rope her in on his many plots against his sister and her children – had never cared much for whether she was improper or not. It was the only reason she had things other than long sleeves and hoop skirts and hoods to hide her hair but not her face and many, many dresses that trailed on the floor they were so long in her wardrobes.
(Things like pants, and the kinds of corsets that type of professional woman uses, and everything else she is not allowed. Though, he is still unable to get her anything that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, no matter now nice it is; even if it is ugly and terribly crafted. So blending in is still… difficult, because the materials used still stand out.)
“Better.” He nodded, and adjusted his own lax posture.
“Did you find out if Ser Reynard has dealt with the Pirates, yet?” Malia asked, in lieu of anything that could end up personal.
“No, they are still an… issue.” Her father scowled as she grimaced and looked out the window again.
You couldn’t see the ocean from here, but it was just a carriage ride from the town to the open water, and many folk spent their spare time wading, swimming, lounging and playing on the sand or in the surf. Another half day’s walk down the coast, and you would find a fishing and trading centre. It was a common place for the awful men and women of the sea to attack. A shame, truly, because the few times Malia has been allowed to step foot so close to such danger, she had enjoyed her time, mostly safe within the walls of the keep there.
The Lord and Lady that ruled over that town were much lovelier people than the ones Malia lives with, and so it was never fun to stay away. Christopher and Melissa. They were widowed when they found each other – it was almost a scandal, given how Christopher’s daughter had been involved with Mellissa’s son, and given how Mellissa had not been a noblewoman herself – but they avoided it, miraculously. Malia would give all she has to have the ease they do of navigating this kind of life, despite everything.
“What are you thinking of, my dear?” Her father asked. Malia turned her head from the window, sat up straight and readjusted her gloves, her sleeves, and her headdress. Not a hair visible, good.
“How once the pirates are dealt with that I would like to visit the Lord and Lady Argent,” Malia said, truthfully. “You are aware their son is promised to another?” He asked, amused.
Malia attempted not to scowl at him.
He always assumed that – and while Malia had kissed the boy; Scott, once, when she’d convinced him to sneak into the wine cellar with her and they’d had perhaps more than they should - she would not wish for a permanent relationship with him… especially one that she would have no choice but to live with, even if they fell apart. Besides – Kira is a wonderful girl, though her English is as good as Malia’s 日本語; Nihongo, they get along as well as is possible, given that they rarely see each other. Scott is much better at the language, and he is most obviously, incredibly, devoutly in love.
He is lucky, in that, as is Kira; arranged marriages for political connections to foreign nations don’t always end so well.
“And devoutly in love with Kira, who returns the feeling wholeheartedly,” Malia agreed. “That is not the reason I wish to visit.” Her father smirked, a most improper expression – and his eyes were blue, in the way that isn’t natural.
Malia sighed.
“But there is someone else,” He said, knowingly. “Last time you went, there was a scent I did not recognise.” She hadn’t even spoken to the – it had been nothing.
Malia had taken an order to the blacksmith, and while there had seen someone steal another’s coin. Malia had promptly followed him, punched him, and then taken the money – and there, seconds later, was the person he’d stolen from. She hadn’t even spoken to him, just wordlessly handed the money over, as it was his originally, and then returned to the blacksmith. She’d run into him again, later, at the market – he’d thanked her, and she’d nodded, but again – hadn’t spoken. And that was that. As much as Malia might have wanted to talk to the other, as he’d seemed around her age and had a nice face, she simply couldn’t, and she knew she couldn’t.
As much as Malia liked to defy the rules she’d been given, certain things that were improper were simply not safe, and talking to this non-nobleman – that is one of those ‘not safe’ things.
“No.” Malia said, with finality. “There was not another.”
Peter, her father, hummed, and his eyes flashed blue again.
The Royal family are werewolves.
Malia herself is not, and that only makes it more obvious she does not belong – Malia is a werecoyote, her eyes as blue as her fathers when they shine with that supernatural glow.
Malia got her mother’s power because she died. Because birthing Malia killed her, and coyotes give their powers to their young, like the foxes do; Kira had explained this - that the mother could give willingly or could attempt to stem the flow, but that the power would all go eventually. Either that, or the child would have to kill the parent. Kira’s mother had given all her power willingly. Malia didn’t like to think about whether her mother would have or not, because in all likelihood… she would have chosen the latter. And probably blamed Malia for it, despite the fact that it was Corrine who decided getting pregnant was a splendid idea.
“Very well.” He said. “Shall we?” He stood, stooped so as to avoid hitting his head on the roof of the vehicle, and exited the carriage.
Malia sighed, adjusted her attire once more, and prepared herself to be eyed suspiciously for the next few hours before she can leave again.
ii. Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
A pirate getting his coin stolen seems rather embarrassing in retrospect, but Stiles admits that he never really keeps track of the pouch anyway. He’s not in this for the money, exactly - though he won’t deny that it is nice.
To be honest, he’s kind of - well. He got into this business, so to speak, at first for his… mother. She was - ill, something, off in the head he supposes you could say, though that’s rather rude and he’d likely stab you for it.
Well - anyway, he got into this line of work for her. To find a cure, a magic user of any of the paths, maybe some other form of supernatural being; fae, or shifter, perhaps, that could in some way fix what was wrong with her brain.
It was to do with the brain. It had to be. Her other vitals were fine, most of the time. A curse had been suspected, of course, they always were - but it wouldn’t make any sense. Claudia was well loved by the town, she had many friends and even protectors, people who had magic themselves (of a sort), at least enough to detect a threat and cancell it out with protective barriers and charms for at least long enough for Stiles’ father to deal with the asshole.
But then - her health declined rapidly, another illness, this one physical. She died when he was a month from turning nineteen.
After that - well. Stiles’ dad, as many of the widowed did, turned to the local tavern for the comforts it’s drink could give. Shallow comforts, of course - but also, as many did, he grew dependant.
And then… someone poisoned his drink. And then - well. Stiles went back to the friends he’d made… and saved his Dad’s life.
And then he was exhiled. And now - well. What else is he to do? This is all he knows.
It’s not - it doesn’t really make sense. He could - but starting a new life, making connections… they’d only discover the truth, eventually. As much as it’s not hte most fun of professions…
Well. He knows - he realised a long time ago, that it doesn’t make sense. Isn’t this the fairytale? A kid’s family falls ill, and he goes on a heroic journey to save them. But Stiles didn’t go on a heroic journey, because - fairytales aren’t life, as much as the fae and shifters and all manner of beings exist - princesses are put away in ivory towers and the knights in shining armour are sent there to keep them locked away, because they work for the nobles that put the girl there. And if someone were to break her free - it’s not a happy ending.
They’d get put on the block for treason - worst case scenario, so would she.
But thinks like reality - it doesn’t make sense. It never has. And Stiles - it took him both his parents dying to realise that, for fuck’s sake, but he did.
So Stiles is a pirate. And it doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t like it, but his face is on wanted posters back home and this is all he’s got - he doesn’t have to like it. He just has to do it, because there’s nothing else out there for him.
If he’s caught, he’s dead. And he’d rather have his life make no sense then not have a life at all.
iii. Onism the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience
Malia knows that some of the gear she has makes her look a bit like one of those pirates, but she’d rather wear this than the garb she’s forced in day after day after day. She’d rather a corset she can put on herself than one that takes five other people, she’d rather a skirt that doesn’t need a heavy metal cage around her waist, she’d rather be able to breathe than to be forced to occupy that small, tiny circle within the metal support for the stupidly extravagant skirts they shove over her head every day - she can’t deny that she likes some of them, the plainer ones, the ones that don’t require the metal cage because they have their own support due to the sheer amount of fabric (they’re more comfortable on her body, they don’t constrict) but the ones she must wear to court?
They’re more than a bit of an issue.
She doesn’t like the headdresses, either, or that her hair must always be so long. It is to be trimmed every now and again so as to keep the ends level, but it must never be cut any shorter than it is (though, it is not to grow beyond it’s current length) and so, when down, her hair trails stupidly along the floor. This is the same for all the noblewomen, of course - the hair is kept that long so it can be put up into increasingly ridiculous styles, intricate braids and buns and many other things she doesn’t know the name of.
If it wouldn’t get her in trouble, she’d cut it to her shoulders. Much easier to manage, that way. And it would make it easier to keep all hair hidden beneath the headdresses she is to wear when among the common folk - clothes which include the long, trailing dresses and the cowls and the shoes… everything. Complete coverage in case you are to come into contact with something terrible; never mind that they are were-creatures and can’t get ill.
… she digresses.
Malia dressed in one of her preferred combinations of clothing, and then absconded out her window, down the vines on the back of the keep. They really needed to get rid of those; as much as they were an escape route for the royal family, they were also a weak point their enemies could take advantage of. Regardless - Malia landed softly on the grass around the building, and then started making her way to the postern. She’d had never had much trouble - one good thing was that the staff and in turn, the guards, didn’t much care what she did due to her not actually being a noble in their eyes, so Malia left the castle grounds with little issue.
Malia made her way along the path to a small dock, and then took one of the boats to a dock further down on the other side, hidden away in an alcove below the bridge on the east side of the castle. This was absolutely necessary, the boats, because if the Castle were to be sieged they would need a way out - but it was a dangerous thing, so they were not to be used during the day or if the moon was bright and full and the sky was cloudless. Malia disembarked the boat and moored it, quickly; tied it’s rope to a post, and then used the small tunnel that took her to the surface proper, a little ways down the road and within the gatehouse. The room she emerged in was small, four plain stone walls, and the same could be said for the roof and the floor - though above was a murder hole, just in case the enemy got in here, and the floor had a hole in it, through which Malia had entered (as that was the entrance - or exit, depending on which way you came through - to the tunnel.)
Malia found the right brick, and slid her claws into the holes. This was another security measure - they couldn’t know for certain there weren’t any other bastards out there, so it wasn’t fool proof, but only a Hale by birth could use this. Malia had always had the vague thought that since she could use it, she must be considered a Hale fully, by magic, but - well. Neither she nor anyone else truly saw it that way, even if one of the fundamental laws of their world did.
It’s just how it works.
Malia made her way through the gatehouse - again, the guards paid her existance no mind - they barely even sent a glance in her direction. Once Malia was free, out beyond the gatehouses and the moat and the walls of her home, she moved over to the guard’s stables and paid the hand a few coins, then mounted her favourite of the steeds.
“Hey girl,” She said, quietly, smoothing down the horse’s mane. “Let’s get going, shall we?”
Malia rode the horse at full gallop all the way to the nearest town - the only place she was allowed to go. As much as she was truly freer than her half-siblings and the rest of her family, she was also more restricted. Nothing she did really mattered, but if she did anything it’d reflect on the Royal Family, so she couldn’t say - go around with multiple suitors and join in on the fighting rings or... well, do anything actually interesting, as the latter evidences.
So she was freer; she could leave the Castle without a huge issue made out of it, and she could do most all of what she wanted to do - but she also didn’t get to go anywhere new; she went to the town, to the Lord and Lady Argent’s home and the neighbouring centre of commerce (if there haven’t been any pirates spotted around recently - the day she’d helped that man get his coin back there had been. After she’d finished up at the market she’d been rushed back to her room at the Argent’s home) and she’d go with her Father and ‘mother’ on visits to the woman’s family... but that was it. She’d never been on the open ocean, she’d never seen the greater country that Queen Talia ruled over, she’d never been out of the continent at all, despite the fact that there are many, many other places she could visit along with her family when they go on their political trips.
But... Malia’s a bastard. Her world is not there’s - it is free, but it is small. She is taught only the basics of what a noble might need; the common tounge of their land, a bit of mathematics, some of the sciences, and a lot of the arts. She is taught a little of self-defence, at her father’s request, but she had to teach herself how to fight. And that was difficult, to say the least, without a sparring partner.
But, well...
She’d found one. Recently. He was a man around her age - a foreigner. He spoke her language, thankfully, otherwise communication would have been difficult, to say the least. He had an accent she didn’t recognise from any of the visitng dignitaries, which was noteworthy; it was plausible he wasn’t even from this continet. But that didn’t rightly matter, and it didn’t matter to Malia at all, because he could fight. And he must have some experience with fighting were-creatures like herself, because he seems to expect her unusual strength and uncanny reflexes - he even plans around them. She wins as many as he does, and it’s - something. If she were to be attacked, and the guard were more focused on fighting for her siblings than for her, she could defend herself and the idiots around her if necessary.
He dressed like a pirate. She didn’t ask questions. She spoke like a noble - he didn’t ask questions. It was an arrangement for both of them, in fact; she brought things she didn’t care for, small things that could fit in her pouches (a necklace here, a ring there) and he’d bring her things she’d never seen before from parts of the world she’d never get to visit. Small things, that could fit in pockets. Shells, rings with strange ornamentation and strange gems, a stone with a vibrancy she’d never thought possible in reality. But it was worth it, at least, Malia thinks so.
Of course, they could all be fake. But - so could her’s. So in a way, they’re trusting each other on this, at least; that they will not cheat out of the deal.
Malia rode the horse at a slower pace as she entered the town. There was a place to hitch up your mount in the centre of the place, near the well and the tavern, and so Malia took her there.
“There you go, girl,” She said, softly, eyes darting about to see if anyone tailed her. It was always a possibility, after all. “Sit tight, I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Malia didn’t think the horse understood her, or that horses in general can speak human, but it whinnied all the same.
Malia made her way behind the tavern, and then took the back streets behind and the alleys between the buildings to reach her destination.
“You’re early.” She noted, as she had scented the other before even entering the courtyard - or, well, the square, average-sized space hidden away among the buildings. He shrugged and dropped off of the balcony on the second floor of one of the buildings, and landed heavily. He stood and brushed himself off and held out his hand. “You got anything?” He asked, in lieu of a greeting.
Straight to the point. Okay.
Malia chucked him a pouch, which he caught, and then he returned the favour. A small shell, a necklace that sat around the neck higher and more closely than she was used to, with small shining rocks in place of gems - and a coin she’d never seen before. Not bad.
She’d like to know where these came from. See the places, at least once. But that was never going to happen - and she’d realised that a long time ago. The fifth time she wasn’t taken with the rest of the family on a political visit or a vacation and instead left with the argents like some kind of pet, like she was a nuiscance, well. She’d figured it out.
Malia tied the pouch to her belt, and nodded to him. He nodded back.
Malia went over to the bench and lit the lamp that was on it - he’d probably brought it. The light it gave shone a dull glow over the wood and stone, and at it’s height it made strange shadows on their faces.
“Oh, you’re her.” He said, blinking. “Guess I never see you in the day, so it makes sense.”
“What?” She asked, and dare she say it, but he looks a little sheepish.
“You’re the lady that gave me my coin back after that asshat stole it, right?” He asked, and Malia shrugged, noncommital. “Anyone could have done that,” She said. “Sure, I’ve helped people out before, but I don’t remember you.”
“No, it’s you.” He said. “You’re that noble girl. The one I keep on hearing about, aren’t you? Makes sense - I mean, it’d take a princess to get half of the shit you’ve given me.”
Malia grimaced.
“I won’t tell anyone,” He gestured, waving his hand in dismissal. “You’re just being nice, is all.”
“And you?” She asked. He knew what she was, her ‘profession’, if you will. Malia rather thinks that should mean she knows his.
“I’m a privateer.” He answered, easy. “And my name is Stiles - S’only fair. Everyone knows Malia Hale, the not-a-bastard daughter of Peter Hale.”
“You’re a pirate?” Malia demanded. That was the most important part of the sentence, really - after all, while it was official that she ‘wasn’t a bastard’, that wasn’t even remotely true, and, in fact, it was hightly unbelieveable.
“I have no idea what you think my job is when I dress like this,” He said, rolling his eyes and folding his arms, defensive. “Like,.did you think a barkeep’d wear this shit?” He asked. “Your average tailor? Blacksmith?” Stiles snorted, then added, “Priest?”
Malia scowled slightly and started pacing. “What do you do with the stuff I give you?” She asked.
“Keep it.” Stiles said. “Says a lot about a pirate’s wealth if he doesn’t sell every little thing he finds - says even more if he doesn’t sell proper diamonds.”
Malia continues pacing.
“Chill out,” Stiles said. “I’m a privateer, thanks, and I don’t kill people. Not if I can help it.”
“That’s reassuring,” Malia snapped, sarcastic. “Oh, great, the pirate says he doesn’t kill people! Sure, I’ll just take your word for granted.”
“No, really, I just steal shit.” Stiles said. “I don’t wanna get put in jail for murders I’ve never done, Christ.”
“Why did you think meeting me was a good idea?” Malia snapped.
“Who said I did?” Stiles asked, rhetorical. “Look, princess, you were a pretty decent sparring partner for a cheater and you have nice shit you give for a pretty fair trade, I’d say, so...” Stiles shrugged. “Risks are something I generally think are worth taking. I mean - I’m a thief so that’s usually the case, but whatever.”
A little self-depricating, Malia noticed; the tone on that last part. She supposes that some pirates don’t join because they want to hurt people - but... well. Ser Reynard has lost a lot of men fighting this threat. And here is one of them, just standing there with his arms folded. He doesn’t look evil, not really - just a guy her age with dark hair and pale skin and moles and good bone structure.
He’s handsome, she’ll admit. But he’s also a pirate.
“Why are you telling me anything at all?” Malia demanded.
“My dad was a town guard,” Stiles said, “Back home. Mom was a tavern wench but that’s unimportant - no, I mean, I have a healthy respect and understanding of the law, Your Highness. I get cooperation making shit easier for me.”
“You’re a pirate,” Malia said, scathingly. “Forgive me if I highly doubt that story.”
“It’s true.” Stiles said, gesturing, his arms held out as if to say ‘what can I say?’. “Even if you don’t belive me, that doesn’t stop it from being true. Also -there are so many names for my profession, couldn’t you choose something else? Like, pirate’s all well and good but it does get repetative after you’ve heard it for the umpteenth time.”
Malia ignored him and returned to her pacing.
“I need to think.” She said, decidedly, after a moment. “We’ll meet here again in a week’s time. Be here, or I will make your presence known.”
“Understood, princess.” Stiles said. “Thanks for the stuff, by the way.”
I definitely wanna continue this further but that will be on AO3 once I’m back from where I’m going!! hope you enjoyed this first part, though!
#fanfiction#stalia#teen wolf#stiles x malia#stiles stilinski#malia tate#AU#A 'Nonnie | Anon Ask#all the asks | ask#part 1#ok cool
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Wow there is quotes from 4x09 on TV fanatic site web, did you see them? The last one, from Liam, is weird. Is it a flashback with Katherine before the gala? Because if it's not, i don't see him tell that to her in the present, so i wonder if is not talking to Willow, but it make no sense either... (i hope i made it clear, i'm french!)
anonymous asked:tv fanatics has some quotes from ep 9. One is from Liam assuming he is talking to Kathryn. I will just use part of the quote “Now let’s go find my brother and convince him you still have feelings for him” a lot of specultions based on the promos. I’m thinking Kathryn is the reason Rillow is hitting a rough patch. I just can’t wait for the episode tomorrow. Is it Sunday yet?
I'm answering these two together, since they are both about Liam's quote. Liam's quote, for those who haven't seen it, is: "Once it’s safe, I’ll find you. Until then, I’ll miss you. I already do. He’s not wrong, you do look amazing. Now, let’s go convince my brother you still have feelings for him."
First off, I'm pretty sure Liam is talking to Kathryn. It doesn't make sense for it to be Willow, especially with the declaration in the beginning of "I'll miss you" and the "still have feelings for him". If it were Willow, wouldn't he just say, "you have feelings for him"? Second, it might be a flashback, but, again, the beginning when he says, "once it's safe" makes me think it's probably in the present and they have another plan. Especially because we already know that Liam and Kathryn lied to Robert, so another flashback to that night on the gala is redundant and doesn't add anything to the plot. (3) Yeah, I'm thinking they will try to break Robert and Willow using Kathryn, convincing Willow Kathryn and Robert still have feelings for each other, maybe? Idk.
Luckily, we only have to wait a few more hours before we find out! ;)
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top 5 and bottom 5 kudo’d fic
Tagged by my buddies@perfectlyrose and @promisedyouforever! Btw their fic rocks, so go check it out.
What are your five most popular works by kudos?
1. Preview - E - With the TARDIS miles away, Nine and Rose spend a platonic night at a hotel. The surprise for Nine after she goes to sleep is that their balcony just happens to be within spying distance of an amorous Ten and Rose at another hotel…
In which I learned the power of Nine. lol I haven’t written much of him, but this one proves if you want the clicks and kudos, Nine is where it’s at, y’all. haha Or maybe it was both of them in one fic. idk. Whatever it is, people liked this way more than I anticipated.
2. Changes - E - Rose and Tentoo go on a date to an alien planet that specializes in fall festival tourism. Little does she know, he has a surprise plan for a significant night together.
Yay! This smutty, virginity-loss, fall on an alien planet fic is one of my favorites and I love it very much. So glad you all did too!
3. Notice Board - G - When his sister finds a lost mp3 player, a physics professor falls head over heels for his neighbor, an art teacher with impeccable taste in music and a smile that lights up the universe.
My first AU! Of course, we all know why this one was successful: @travelingrose created this beautiful fan art for it! Still so honored.
(More under the cut)
4. In Living Memory - G - Rose and Tentoo are off in their TARDIS defending the galaxy when an injury causes Rose to lose her memories of their life together. Luckily, Tentoo is there for her every step of the way to getting them back.
Y’all!! I just finished that this weekend and it’s already in the top five?! This is so encouraging. Honestly, I thought this fic hadn’t done very well. I was feeling like it wasn’t super popular, especially compared to other things. So very happy to see this here.
5. The Alien You Deserve, part 2 - E - The Doctor unexpectedly takes the lead in moving their relationship forward into romance and the interfering!TARDIS helps Rose get him into bed. Be warned, shippers, here be smutty fluff. And not much else.
Yes, yes, it’s canonish Ten x Rose. I know, I never write them, and this isn’t in line with my headcanon. But the plot bunny was too good to pass up.
What are your five least popular works by kudos?
1. The Wolf and the Thief - free verse
I am only sharing this because it is truly the worst poetry ever written and I want to encourage you that you too can write sucky things and still improve! See how bad I was back then? Keep writing and you too can have more than six kudos.
2. Every Blue Christmas - G - dimension-hopping-era Rose at a Vitex gala
One of my very early fics. Will be three years old this Christmas. Sad and the holidays don’t go well together for fic popularity. Plus I hadn’t even made this blog yet. So, not a surprise.
3. Say Love Don’t Roam - G - Tentoo and Rose talk about some songs that made them cry for each other when they were apart.
Idk, at least I took out the lyrics.
4. There for Her - G - drabble
Drabbles do a lot better on Tumblr. #protip
5. Drinking About You - G - "Mickey Smith knew when Rose Tyler was ‘fine’ and when she was lying. And right now, she was most definitely lying.“ Even the unshakable, unbreakable and undaunted are allowed to have a breakdown. Tonight was Rose’s turn. (Rose+Ten pairing)
Another very early dimension-hoppping Rose fic from back when I wrote more mental breakdowns (wonder why I was writing that at that particular time in my life…). Song fic. But screw it, I’m not ashamed. It gives me feels.
Tagging the last five mutuals in my notifications: @pellaaearien, @starlightkissedsmiles @thoughts-of-a-fandom-blogger @emkaywho @ofstormsandwolves and also @sequencefairy because she’s the best.
#feel free to ignore if you don't write things or don't want to do this or have already been tagged#get to know meme#fic stats#thanks kelsey!
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okay this may be asking too much. But can u explain to me wonder woman 1984? I saw half of it like a week ago and i saw the other half yesterday. I was paying attention yesterday but when i saw the first half a week ago i wasn't bc i was reading a fic at the same time lol. I don't have HBO max so i don't have a way to watch it. From what I understood i can say that i liked it and i can't wait to devour more max lord fics. Also what did Alistair wished for like in the middle of the movie? (When he was with max in his office) i didn't hear that part. Since i saw it on HBO i couldn't like pause and rewind. And there was also people talking around me so it was a hard movie to see. Idk when I'll see it again if i even do. But yeah. If u answer this thank you so much.
I came to u bc u KNOW that movie. I mean u legit saw it in theaters last week right? So yeah. Have a nice day 💛
Alistair is about to say “I just wish you were here daddy” (because he’s never around) when Max cuts him off and chastises him. He tells him “no, you do not wish for something you already have. You wish for greatness and success.” and then Alistair, selflessly says “then I wish for your greatness.” Alistair knows how much success means to his father and hence wishing for that. Maxwell is in so much disbelief that his son used his one wish that way, he thanks him and says “I love you so much” 🥺
Explaining WW84
Listen. I’ve seen that damned movie more times than I’d care to admit 😂 of course I’ll explain it. I’ll start at the beginning (or roughly around the beginning) since you said you weren’t paying attention.
A mall jewellery store is used as a front to sell black market goods such as jewels and artefacts. Amongst these goods is a ‘dreamstone’ which can grant wishes to those who touch it. Barbara Minerva, a geologist at the Smithsonian museum, and Diana Prince, an anthropologist, get their hands on the dreamstone. Barbara identifies it as cheap citrine and they laugh off the idea that the stone can actually grant wishes though. However, in the moment, Diana wishes for her dead boyfriend, Steve, to come back to her. He does, of course, during a gala held by the Smithsonian. After Barbara is constantly harassed and ignored, she wishes to be like Diana. Her words: “strong, sexy, special”. Obviously she doesn’t realise that wishing to be like Diana is going not going to be all that it seems...
THEN, our beloved Max Lord enters the picture. He’s been searching for this stone for a LONG time, and he believes that it can bring him the success he so desperately craves. After manipulating Barbara and swindling the stone from her at the gala, he wishes to BECOME IT. From that point on, the wish granting powers live in him. After this, Max begins his hunt for more oil in order to try and restore his failing business. He travels to Eygpt to reclaim oil land from the King, but in the process, he causes absolute chaos and destruction. Diana and Steve are there to witness it all and Diana even comes close to confronting him, where he tells her that he’s become the stone.
Whilst Barbara, Diana and Steve are trying to work out the stone’s origins and purpose, Max is back in America causing chaos everywhere he goes. He even goes to the White House and meets with the president, manipulating him into giving Max full authority and presidential powers. At this point, the world has entered a meltdown, specially between the US and Soviet Russia (since the movie is set during the Cold War). And Max is mostly to blame.
Max is getting increasingly sick with every wish he grants, because the idea is that the stone takes something from you with every wish you grant. So he gets sicker and sicker until eventually, he’s on deaths door. Diana and Steve once again confront Max, this time at the White House, but before they can stop him, Barbara, who is now VERY powerful due to wishing to be like Diana, intervenes and defends Max. Possibly because she’s crushing on him, and/or because she believes that he’s one of the only people who understand her. Max runs away and gets onto a helicopter. Barbara fights Diana and Steve, and wins, as Diana is losing her powers at the cost of wishing for Steve to come back.
Diana is getting weak and both she and Steve know that she cannot save the world so long as she keeps her wish. She must renounce her wish and give up Steve in order to stop Max and Barbara. So, reluctantly, and realising she has no other choice, she gives up Steve in a heartbreaking scene and continues pursing Max and Barbara who are now on a secret government island. Max has full access to broadcasting satellites and uses this to his advantage. He communicates to the entire world by taking over their TVs and asks them to make a wish. And so they do. Max is like a walking zombie at this point so he finally takes the world’s “health and life force,” from them, thus restoring his health. He also gives Barbara “all the strength and prowess”, turning her into Cheetah.
Diana confronts Barbara who is now fully transformed Cheetah outside and after an emotional fight, Diana begs Barbara to renounce her wish. Barbara refuses and so Diana apologises and knocks her unconscious before leaving her some place safe to go after Max. Diana can’t reach Maxwell from where he is and she’s pushed into a corner feeling helpless. Until, she throws her lasso of truth over Maxwell’s ankle and uses it to speak to the world, encouraging them to be the hero and renounce their wishes. Max thinks she’s speaking to him and asks why would he do that? But Diana tells him that she wasn’t taking to him, and she finally encourages Maxwell to see the truth.
Maxwell is confronted with the memories of his childhood that he’s repressed: his abusive father, poverty, bullying, etc. He then sees Alistair, who is alone and looking up at the nukes which are flying over the sky. Max is distraught and finally can see the chaos he’s created and he knows he MUST save Alistair. He realises his son is the most important thing to him, and that he doesn’t need success or fame or power or money, so long as he has his son. So, he renounces his wish, and the rest of the world follows, and reunites with Alistair, promising him that he’ll become a better father and begging for his sons forgiveness. Alistair smiles and reassures his dad that it’s okay, and that he loves him unconditionally.
NOW, it would’ve taken me a long time to explain a 2hr 30min movie to you. SO I hope this summary is alright and detailed enough. If you have any questions about any of the characters, or any aspects of the plot, or any scenes, FEEL free to message me! My knowledge on this movie is embarrassingly extensive but it is one of my all time favourites and I absolutely adore talking about it :) <3
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Idk wtf is wrong with my brain or subconscious but last night I saw a dream that I can describe the best as: like a horror movie or game plot on LSD. It’s possible that I had bit of migraine too as it also gives me very weird dreams. Anyway, here we go...
It started at me being in some weird place. It was bit dark and on my right there was a huge hall and in front of me there was this space with a ramp going down. Both had rows of pillars. And I saw some bit darker colored toddler walking alone towards the space in front and I got bit nervous and I was trying to inform someone about the toddler and if someone knows who he is and he probably should be picked up so he won’t fall? But I just saw some men walking with guns and they would not listen to me. Then I went into this hall to say the same thing but soon I figured that that was a place with lots of corrupt men undercover and no one knew who was corrupt and who was genuine. And I remember them asking some man to come there with them and I kinda guessed what was gonna happen so I tried to somehow tell this man not to go there because they are gonna kill him. But he did not understand and went with them. They went to the ramp and there was a huge green car parked and it looked like one of those old 30s cars. At the end of the ramp there was just a wall. And I guess they shot the man there then...
Then I was a female cop/detective and I was on duty with with my partner (just a coworker), another female cop. And we were investigating this small room with some clues and blood (nothing to do with the ramp, the door to this room was in the hall) and I remember her just saying: “The victims are men and they deserve to be killed. I don’t care to investigate them because I don’t care about these men.” And I remember answering her: “You’re a cop, you can’t not investigate a murder just because the victims are men! Men are as important as women too!” And she was just like “idk whatever”.
And then I remember being in bed, now I was me and I was kinda hiding there but I had just woken up. It was a small room and from the doorway I could see my neighbour and other women from this street. And I remember one of them coming to me and I was like “oh shit I was exposed!” but she was like “Don’t worry, come here, they can’t do anything to us because we are women!” And that was something that they either were in charge or literally these, whoever/whatever they were, could not harm women. But I sat up and there was then two men - one looking like a police and one something else. And one of them was really damn nervous. And I then started talking about that one man that got shot, and I remember this police? going really nervous and being like “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve heard of nothing!” and he tried not to look nervous so then I realized that the shot man was a secret. And I then corrected: “Or that’s what I heard but it’s possible that it’s just a rumour or something.” so save his ass. I guess the other guy was one of these corrupt men pretending to me a friend and the police had a hunch of it.
Then it changed again. I was now outside on a yard with a huge mansion on a small hill in the middle of that place. There was a thick, tall fence going around the whole lot. I was now a man and I was there with two other men and we were there trying to escape together. One of them had the same voice and talking style as one Finnish actor but idk why he would even be in my dream. I remember that I was walking with one of these men at first and we had to keep moving and meanwhile I was trying to change my clothes because the more parts of clothing I had from different sources, the better I went unnoticed. I just remember it being really difficult while walking, and the other guy did not stop so I tried to talk to him at the same time too. Especially the shirt was really hard to change because somehow the sleeve got stuck. Then I had red rubber boots and we stopped, and I was trying to change them to others and the other guy was putting on some rubber boots too, but they were too small for him so we switched them. The ones he was trying to wear were originally on me but since they were too small for him, I took them back.
At some point we found the third guy and the night came and we were trying to stay hidden and were moving around holding hands so we don’t lose each other, and we tried to move in shadows but somehow every shadowy place became very bright when we moved towards them. The manor was full of people but they all were somewhat insane. I think they all were drugged into believing this place was good but we were all just locked in there like in prisons. I remember one guy running out while holding a girl and they both were naked and we met them near the fence and they were just so drugged and stayed there as we continued to find a place we could hide and try to escape. We found so many spots but they all were way too bright so they did not work out. Then I spotted a dark spot that was like a small tunned under the manor and we crawled there and were like this is a great spot, no one’s gonna find us from here! And I asked them all that we sleep very close to each other so we keep each other warm and safe. We were trying to go to sleep when suddenly lights were turned in in that place and a woman (that looked a lot like someone from one of the videos I watched yesterday) appeared there saying to us: “Oh you thought you found a great spot to hide, too bad you didn’t. But don’t worry, we’re not gonna tell your hiding spot to anyone, but only for now.” And then lots of people appeared there and they were dressed up in some really fancy event dresses etc. and they were going in from one of the “doors” as there was some sort of a gala. And I just remember asking: “Don’t they ever stop this partying???” or “How often they really have these dancing balls here?!” because it was insane, it was in the middle of the night and there was like a party going on 24/7 and the people there were mainly the other people from the manor but they did not see anything wrong with it.
I also realized that this was not good, I was not gonna sleep but I needed to get out. And behind us were another tunnel that had some sort of bars to it but they were plastic and really easy to break tbh. And I just told them that we need to go. Then some alarm went on and I realized that one of the guys had a small antenna stuck to his forehead, the people in charge had put a small gps navigator on him so they can always find us! And I just said his name which I don’t remember - maybe they were Simo and Pasi, idk. And I just said “oh no he has the alarm attached to him!” and I just said that I can’t stay here, I need to get out so I broke the bars and crawled out. The other guy followed me and now we were actually out. We were at the back of the place but on some sort of a ledge and railing about 3-4m from ground. And there was lots of snow and a train track and lots of buildings everywhere. Now the guy was my brother and we were wondering how to get down from there. There was some lines hanging and I just thought it’s actually super easy to get down and my brother was more like “no I can’t do it” but I guess he did, after all, because he got down before me. At some point, while still on the ledge, I saw a train coming and it moved like it was lagging, like a video game glitch. And I remember how the last part of the train somehow got stuck and then the glitch ended and I was laughing at it because it was like it was tied to the train with a rubber band as it was bouncing while following the train. Once it was gone, we got down.
On the ground there was windows to rooms of the staff and I was crouching a lot so no one will see me, but the rooms were empty. The biggest staff room was actually on the outside and I remember going there and grabbing a couple of keys from the table and one was a key to a building with lots of teenagers in there because I wanted to save everyone locked in to the facility. But first I needed to get the fuck away from there. At the same time I felt like I’d have been to this place before too, maybe even in another dream... but I was running in snow and just trying to get away. My brother had turned back into the second guy and I would have wanted him to join me so bad but for some reason he decided to stay in the office and I needed to get away so I started running, but like I said, there was lots of snow and it was really hard. At the same time I was just wondering how could I reach the guys once I get everything done as it felt like when I part ways with them, there’s a chance of never seeing them again.
Then I reached a facility next to a river and the facility was more like some mixture of a train and small ship. And it was a kindergarten, I saw inside from the windows and it was just a hallway with clothing racks and it was so so colorful, lots of stuff in neon colors and all. I run to the other side of the facility so I was not seen from anywhere and I stopped there. I found out that this facility actually sold Asian kids in packages, they were like dolls but they were real Asian girls that all had been impregnated. It was so so fucked up and disgusting and I was so blown away by it, and I remember I was looking at one of the packages (the girls were actually a size of a Barbie doll or something) and it had text in two langauges - German and then either Finnish or English that I just understood in Finnish. I just remember looking at the words and being like “wtf” because it said the same thing “This girl is pregnant so all the space in the package is FILLED.” and I can’t remember the wording properly anymore, but there were two different words that was written as the opposite in German. But somehow the wording still made them to mean the same thing. I can’t remember the wording and I can’t figure how that could be written the opposite to still mean the same.
And my dream ended here. It was very intense. I wouldn’t say a nightmare, I was not afraid or anything. I was just determined to get the fuck out of there and save everyone else in the meantime. It was like some scifi superhero movie/video game plot but... yeah, I don’t know where did that all come from. I’ve been seeing very weird dreams lately.
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