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whyse7vn · 10 months

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[ ot7 x reader ]

JOON4PRESIDENT

8 participants - 8 online

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y/n: hi

tae: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

y/n: ?

tae: holy fuck ur so fucking funny😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭

jimin: i BEG you let that man hit

at this point it’s embarrassing

tae: pls

jk: i think ur funny too

namjoon: shame is free

tae: idk what that’s supposed to mean

jk: it means shame is free i think

y/n: is that why you’ve been at my house for the last 2 weeks??

cuz you wanna hit??

yoongi: 2 weeks??

jin: down so fucking bad

jk: i thought tae was here cuz he missed us?

tae: I AM I SWAER

but if y/n let me hit in the time i was here i wouldn’t be mad

y/n: ur sick

hobi: why have you let tae stay in ur house for 2 weeks?

y/n: he FORCED his way in here

tae: not true jungkook willingly let me in

jin: jungkooks not even a real person so that doesn’t count

jk: i’m real

i think

jimin: i’m telling you he needed that 100k for rent

yoongi: taehyung homeless era

tae: I HAVE A HOME

y/n: ur not acting like it

tae: home is where the heart is

and my hearts with you bbg

y/n: leave

jk: am i real?

tae: are you a construction worker?

jk: no

tae: cuz ur a building

namjoon: what?

tae: 😉

@y/n

not you namjoon or jungkook

y/n: it’s hard

the life i live

hobi: hard like a criminal hard like the beat

tae: my rizz is out of this world it’s actually insane

jimin: do you know what rizz means?

bcs you can’t be fr

jk: isn’t rizz a type of cheese?

yoongi: this is my competition…

y/n: ur thinking of swiss cheese kook

jk: I AM

how did you know that??

y/n: can one of you guys come a get tae from us pls im begging you

jimin: i can’t read sorry

jin: i’m literally blind

hobi: 🫣

y/n: i fear his stupidness is rubbing off on jungkook

yoongi: i think he’s just naturally dumb as hell

jk: who

yoongi: see

y/n: plS my biggest fear in this life is waking up to furry jk

tae: ummm

that would have nothing to do with my influence

yoongi: call animal control maybe they’ll help you with tae?

tae: ??????

y/n: NAMJOON PLS UR MY ONLY HOPE PLS PLS PLS

namjoon: i’m not here

tae: CAN SOMONE DEFEND ME LIKE OMG???

jUNGKOOK TELL HER HER GREAT I AM

jk: he’s great

tae: UR NO HELP FUCK U

i’m gonna kill myself in front of you all in the most horrific way and change ur lives forever and NO amount of therapy will help you forget or move on

jk: ok i’m ready

tae: i’m leaving

y/n: god bless 🙏🏽

tae: ur obsessed with me get help

i hate you all

losers

gosh

fucking bitches the LOT of you

AWOOOOOOO

lone wolf era

jimin: what the fuck

namjoon: are you done?

tae: yeah :/

y/n: do you feel better now??

tae: as better as i can be in a situation like this :/

hobi: what situation?

tae: wdym?

jin: he has to be brain dead or something

tae: right hoseok stupid as hell

jk: i think jimin is talking about you bro

tae: jungkook ur young i wouldn’t expect you to understand

jk: ur right

y/n: they changed the korean age system isnt that crazy

jin: DON’T TALK ABOUT AGE

jimin: it’s a sensitive topic for him cuz he’s still old no matter what

namjoon: please

jk: i’m 25

jin: IDC SHUT UP

y/n: yikes

hobi: jungkook has been 25 for like 10 years

jk: that’s not true that makes no sense

hobi are you bad at maths?

hobi: don’t speak to me

tae: jimin you smell the best in the group

y/n: why are you smelling people?

hobi: furry

tae: after the loml ofc

jk: jennie?

tae: SHUT UP

jk: did you break up again???

tae: KICK HIM KICK HIMMM

jimin: what do i smell like?

tae: like vanilla i love it soOOOO much

it’s like a sweet vanilla but not so strong it overpowers ur senses it’s just right

i could eat you

jimin: i wish bitches i wanted said shit like this

but it’s just you

thx ig

tae: ???????

jin: that’s frfr creepy as hell tbh

why is he actually sniffing people is that not insane

jimin: don’t be mad you don’t smell like sweet vanilla

jin: i’m actually glad

look at what ur attracting

hobi: furries

jin: right

tae: 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕

jk: WOAH

CALM DOWN TAE CALM DOWN TAE ITS OKAY ITS JUST US 😰😨😭

jimin: again what the actual fuck

tae: ur right i’m sorry i didn’t mean to get like that guys

jk: it’s okay

namjoon: they’re actually insane oh my god

y/n: i have seen a real decline in jungkooks mental state since the arrival of tae at our home

yoongi: again i think that’s just jungkook

y/n: no i know jungkook

jk: yeah she knows me

i know her

we have a connection you wouldn’t understand yoongi

y/n: and i know for a FACT he’s not that dumb

hobi: dumb dumb

jk: right i’m not that dumb

tae: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY RN???

jk: wait

namjoon: tae go back to therapy

jimim: begging you

jin: awoman🙏🏻

tae: NO

I TOLD YOU LAST TIME

SHE LAUGHED AT ME

THE THERAPIST

I WONT I WONT I WONT

you can’t make me

it’s a free world

jk: you can buy the world??

yoongi: what do people see in you?

jk: whom?

y/n: LMAOOOO

namjoon: jungkook are you high rn?

jk: am i what?

namjoon: high

jk: hello

work on ur spelling joon

jimin: who tf is supplying him with this shit

jin: bet it was tae

tae: NO LOL

LOL

yoongi: so it was tae

y/n: HAVE YOU BEEN GETTING JUNGKOOK HIGH THESE LAST 2 WEEKS TAE???????

namjoon: this explains a lot

hobi: this is why he’s been messaging shit to my phone at like 2 in the morning

crazy

jk: who

tae: NO

LOL

y/n: HOW HAVE I NOT NOTICED???

jimin: right you dumb as hell tbh

namjoon: does it not smell??

jin: namjoon drug expert

tae: MAYBE HES BEEN TAKING EDIBLES

FROM SOMEONE WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP???

LOL

yoongi: why are you giving ur self away like that

you really are stupid

jk: yeah stupid

yoongi: don’t ever agree with me again

jk: in y/ns bed rn

hobi: fight fight fight

yoongi: been there multiple times

jk: um ur lying

im here every night

i haven’t run into you in the last 4 months

tae: DONR TELL ME YOU LET JUNGKOOK HIT BEFOR ME OH MY GOD I CANT BREATHE RNNNNNNNNNNN

LIKE JUNGKOOK

ARE YOU FR .:’sk

omGGGH

NOOOSODODOD

jk: i’ve never hit a woman in my life

it’s not right pls don’t hit y/n

y/n: he comes to cuddle sometimes

yoongi: he does?

jk: everyday actually

she’s lying

jin: i’m gonna kill 14 puppies in-front of taehyung and see what happens

tae: why me

jin: you’re n need of a personality change

tae: i’m fine the way i am??

love urself and others will love you for you

we made a whole album about it?

jin: i’m not loving you for you tbh

and a LOT of people would say the same

tae: you guys are lucky i’m not sensitive

y/n: i’ve always been a lucky girly

hobi: you literally live with jungkook?

jk: yes?

hobi: nothing

jk: if you remember lmk ^^

tae: y/n do you have ugly man syndrome or something?

y/n: ??

tae: idk you just seem to enjoy being friendly with ugly men

y/n: never once have i said i’ve enjoyed ur company

tae: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY IM THE UGLY MAN??

y/n: you said it not me…

tae: anything jungkook can do i 110% do it better

unless it’s lack common sense

i’m pretty full of common sense

jimin: that’s actually not true

y/n: maybe that’s what gets jungkook cuddles?

jk: when?

yoongi: being stupid?

y/n: yeah maybe he’s a loser and i find it endearing

yoongi: lol

hobi: me when i’m jealous

tae: IM ACTUALLY THE BIGGESt LOSER AROUND

TELL HER GUYS

namjoon: the biggest!

jimin: HE SOOOOOO DUMB ITS CRAZY

hobi: i feel the need to kick him every time i see him type of loser

jin: he’s such a loser actually i still bully him to this day

tae: not too much now

hobi: okay i can’t do this anymore let’s address the elephant in the room

jimin: namjoon…

namjoon: wtf?

y/n: don’t be mean

jk: are you guys in all in a room without me?

tae: u-um >.<

jin: did he just stutter through text?

y/n: pls stop

jk: where is the elephant??

jin: jungkook go to bed or something ur pissing me off now

jk: sleep well jin

namjoon: gn jin

jin: don’t feed into his shit namjoon

jk: y/n are you with the elephant?

yoongi: y/N aRe yOu wItH tHE eLepHaNt

jimin: what the beef omg?

tae: what is this elephant hobi-senpai ?!!!

i’m sitting on the edge of my seat

♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)

jk: me 2

hobi: tae you need to learn how to get a fucking grip and shut the fuck up

…

FYI JK AND Y/N ARE LIVING TOGETHER FOR THE FUNZIES OKAY? FOR THE GIRLIES THAT DO NOT KNOW

the rest of the members have their own houses and are lonely losers

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tomyo · 7 months

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Since it's a movie already about a bunch neurodivergents, please bear with me as I go off about micro culture and The Mitchells vs. the Machines.

So a lot of people can already note the memes in the movie are very dated internet humor. I don't think I saw a joke that lived past 2011 in it. But I can't help but to also feel cognitive disconnect at the idea Katie is supposed to be born in 2003 when everything about her and her family makes her a millennial.

Before I get way too deep into it, this is just more observation on teen identity than some shitty which generation is better debate. Sociology is extremely fascinating and it's just fun to pick apart elements in film.

So like I was saying, TMvsTM feels very, early 2010s. Pretty much the only thing taking it out of that element is the wide use of smartphones and mommy blogging but even then, you could push back the time frame to 2011 and still be pretty on the mark. Siri had just come out and iPads the year before which at the time was treated as the most unneeded invention. It's pretty much around this time that the smart tech boom took off and we started to see movies make the "big tech company" story. You know exactly the one: A Steve Jobs character, some joke about a needless technological advance, the main characters wowed by shiny expensive devices, and in the end usually we realize silicon valley are too disconnected from humanity. Honestly though if you've seen the Soylent guy, they might be right. An aspect I wonder about is how LA and SanFran feel about each other. TMvsTM gave the slightest inkling of bitter resentment towards it's northern neighbor and I can't help but to wonder if the constant use of the Steve Jobs storyline is maybe a hint of a general feeling LA has.

Speaking of LA, it's pretty clear that Katie is going to Calarts. One of the reasons I think it's so dated is Animator's tendencies to rely on their own experiences; Alex Hersh making a story about twins when he himself is a twin or JG Quintel literally just making himself the main character in every series he makes. Michael Rianda was born in 1984, and while that puts him on the earlier end of millennials, it isn't hard to believe the late 00s would be a defining era of his life. Many young film and arts students flocked to YouTube in it's early years to share their creations. Again the aforementioned Alex made off the wall, Nathan of Nathan for you's various skits, and so on. And again looking at the memes used, they are specifically the type that would have been created by these film students.

So let's look at Katie's art. It tends to be mixed media collages with a sketchy hand drawn style that makes you think of Napoleon Dynamite, and the movies themselves are reminiscent of campy action hero films. She puts in a lot of dazzle effects, typography tends to have these perspective lines, and the artwork flourishes tend to be stilted and looping almost as if they were gifs on Tumblr. There's a distinct one during a still frame and I swear to God, the jittery movements while flipping it back and forth feels like it has to be a Homestuck reference. Either way, all of this points towards 80s revival, something that was in full force in the 00/early 10s. You could pull a page out of my sophmore notebook and it would easily fit in. Katie distinctly draws like a millennial teenager. This isn't to say that there are zoomers drawing this way but I think No Burnham's 8th Grade shows a nice contrast in art style.

I remember seeing this scene and the old familiarity of seeing younger kid's art in fandom tags. Where late millennials where inspired by early millennials' 80s nostalgia and adventure time adjacent cartoons, early zoomers were in turn influenced by late millennials' new grounds/YouTube flash animations and 'Calarts style' series. We each appropriate and remix our predecessor's works and the general style morphs as we go on.

The mitchells environment is also distinctly 80s. They love in a worn down one story and the interior has a lot of kitsch with it's wooden panelling and furniture, courdory couch, and even a hand knit blanket. Naturally their car is also from the 80s. We can extrapolate in general that the Mitchells are not the richest family. If you pay attention to the furniture; it's pretty clear that most was likely made by Rick. On the other hand, Calarts tuition is 50k and in one of the most expensive cities to live in and that never seems to come up as an issue. However there's one thing I'd like to point out, major property tends to reflect when a kid is born. For instance, growing up my mum drove a 90s ford taurus where my younger cousin's family drove 2000s vehicles. Cars in particular can only make it so far before needing to be replaced and that tends to hit in a 15-20 year period of regular use. Despite being called a 1993 model, the Mitchell's car looks extremely 80s and a listicle even identifies if looking more like a 1988 GM celebrity. We can see how Rick and Linda struggled financially when Katie was born but it's still a surprise they have it in 2021, 33 years and definitely over 200k miles. I also want to point to Boyhood for a moment. A great aspect of this film is we see time as it happens, and we get an honest image of life in the mid 2000s. Prior to the housing bubble, we had a period of middle class affluence where consumerism was at an all time high. The image of suburban living would have been a beige carpeted room, Ikea furniture, and a saggy microsuede couch in front of a theatre system.

#draft post #the mitchells vs the machines #probably unfinished rambling

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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hey hey!! i hope you’ve been doing well >:D. dude i’ve had a weird week but coming back on here and reading all your new stuff has been like instant relief lmao. if it’s alright, could i participate in the ship event again? if not that’s totally alright!! i put my information here again so you don’t need to scroll, but i switched up the fandoms a bit this time :)

fandoms: harry potter (marauders era if that’s okay), stranger things (ik i did stranger things for my initial request, but what can i say. i’m obsessed and elated that you paired me with eddie <3)

my mbti type is enfp, and i’m a libra if that helps any <3

i’m pretty outgoing! i like talking to people, i just suck at small talk lmao. apparently i come off like i’m flirting with people a lot of the time whoops-

shitty jokes are my jam. i have a mix of 13 year old boy and grandpa humour.

i’m creative but work in sporadic bursts, i’ll do nothing all day but then bust out a painted jacket because i get a surge of energy at one in the morning

big fan of organized chaos, my room is kind of cluttered but i know where everything is. i’ve got a personal vendetta against minimalism

i love making stuff for people and giving them gifts! it’s my love language lmao

i kickbox and do mma, i like the contrast of me having bright pink hair but being able to kick ass ahsgdgg

i also play bass and guitar! can’t sing for shit though

dream job is either as a freelance illustrator or museum curator. something that i’ll enjoy but will still give me time to myself. my idea of hell is having an office job

Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋

Oh my goodness, if you need someone to talk to my dms are open man. I completely understand!!! I had ... a really wild week too. But you saying that, it actually means the absolute WORLD to me. I mean it too! And you can absolutely keep wanting more! I can do personalised headcanons as well xx

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Fun-loving ⋆ Party animals ⋆ Comic relief ⋆ Soft-hearted ⋆ Bad boyesque

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Okay so this was actually really tricky. Because you're an ENFP (and this actually really does help, I love mbti and astrology!!! I'm an aquarius - anyway)

I was going to go with James, but I think you guys would clash a little. He seems a bit like an ENFP, possible an ENTP.

With Sirius, he does like to have some quiet time. I definitely see him as an ISTP/ESTP. Also he would definitely have Scorpio, Gemini and Saggitarius placements. So you would balance each other out!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He would be so in love with you man. Like he’d want to show you off to anyone and everyone

・You’d get along so well with James and Remus - like Sirius would sit back and be so goddam proud

・You guys would be so mischevious. Possibly meeting at Hogwarts and having prank wars

・Winking at each other from across the room

・Excessive flirting and dirty jokes

・ Relationship tropes: aggressively supportive, Person A ‘having a hard life and learning to love + Person B ‘loving them unconditionally’,

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I didn't know if you wanted more headcanons with Eddie or you wanted a whole new ship? So I went with more headcanons. If you wanted me to ship you again, just say so my dear x

Okay so you and Eddie are like a dynamic duo. Absolute chaos. It's like you vibrate whenever you're together.

Also he is an ENFP. So it’s like two hype-men together dude.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You guys are literally so funny together, can you imagine what you’d get up to? All the shenanigans, the malarky, the absolute chaos. Oh my god.

・I think you would def do illegal stuff, but not like hurtful. Like maybe break into the high school after hours

・I feel like you might be into DnD, and would be like the leader of the Hellfire group. And challenging Eddie so much as the Dungeon Master (he would NEVER let you see what he’s coming up with before hand btw)

・Giving him random objects you’ve found (rocks, once you found a silver ring!!!! pebbles, seashells etc) and him keeping ALL OF IT

・You guys are like best friends no lie, and basically inseparable

・Relationship tropes: chaotic duo, always bring the party, feral partners in crime

#ships #ship game #let me ship you #open

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi! I'm the "Commonwealth Girl" request person and I thought she might be a smut and she might be 20 years old.

I'msorryisorryisorryisorryisorry!! I was editing it last night on my phone and this stupid thing posted it without my permisson, fuck.

I'm so sorry

Now you can enjoy the story completely.

Sorry for taking so long, I've been thinking about several ideas, but I wasn't convinced about any of them.

I hope you like it.

As always sorry for my English, it's not my first language.

Commonwealth.

Daryl Dixon (39) x Reader(20).

Anon Request.

Commonwealth Era Non-canon.

Warning: Smut.

Words: 6026.

Summary: You're too young for him, but he can't stop thinking about you.

N/A: I'm trying to fix the tag problem. Sorry if you have two notifications.

taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @purple-serenity @ruinedbythehobbit

His eyes were once again riveted on your figure, there, talking to Lydia about something he had no idea about, but you looked encouraged by the conversation. On the one hand he felt good, relieved to see that Lydia has found someone to feel comfortable with and talk to. In Alexandria despite all she has done for the community there are still people who don't accept her and it hurts Daryl. After the Whisperers attack and losing Alexandria, Eugine found Stephanie and everyone was accepted into the Commonwealth if they followed some rules. Getting there reminded the archer of the early days in Alexandria, when Aaron took them there. The difference was that there they did have soldiers, people lived in peace within the walls of the Commonwealth, everyone had some assigned tasks, everyone had to abide by a set of laws, which in Daryl's eyes were absurd, but at least there was stability, enough supplies and people didn't have to worry about the Dead.

They had been in the community for several months, Michonne and Rick just as in Alexandria had received police badges, to make sure that the rules were respected, that everything remained calm. Glenn and Maggie were sent to the farms to help with the animals and crops. The younger ones were sent to school again, they weren't very happy, but it was what they had been assigned by age, even though they had spent much of their new life killing Walkers, that was irrelevant.

Daryl was assigned the hunter and soldier mission, apparently that was all it was good for and he didn't mind. It allowed him to get out of there, to keep exploring the woods, to make sure nothing and no one was hanging around close enough to be a real threat and the overwhelm of feeling cooped up lessened every time the gates opened.

His overwhelm and discomfort was not only because, despite the time spent, he felt uncomfortable in there, it was also caused because he couldn't stop looking at you and he knew it was wrong.

Damn it, you were what? Fifteen? Twenty years younger than he was? How old could you be? Sixteen? Seventeen? It was hard to calculate in the times you were in, but Daryl was fully aware that he was much older than you and yet there he was, watching you without batting an eye, as you shared a few laughs with Lydia and the rest of the young men in the community making his heart squeeze in his chest, what if you liked some younger guy? He couldn't blame you either, it was the law of life, they were more akin to you, how could you notice a grumpy, moody old man? A hick who...

"For God's sake, Daryl!" Carol huffed next to him and the hunter jumped into his skin as he didn't realize his best friend was there. "Why don't you go and talk to her directly?" She said in exasperation, rolling her eyes.

"W-what? I don't..."

"You were talking out loud, you know? I thought you were talking to me until I realized you weren't even blinking." There was amusement in her voice and at the same time a gleam of fondness crossed her eyes as the man lowered his head in embarrassment.

"She could be my daughter..."

"She could, but she's not, what if she has feelings for you too?" Daryl's head snapped up like a spring and Carol shrugged. "Is it that you plan to spend your life believing that no one deserves you?" Again there was sternness in her voice, she hated that her friend didn't value himself enough.

Carol left him there without waiting for him to answer anything just left him there with more doubt, if that was possible, hovering in his head. He grunted in disgust and paced back to his own duties, the least he wanted you to think of him was that he was a dirty old pervert.

However things weren't getting any better as the days went by, his gaze suddenly found himself looking for you almost desperately every day. Carol's words still echoing in his head.

"What if she has feelings for you too?"

"When are you going to stop thinking that no one deserves you?"

Maybe... Maybe she was right or maybe he was misreading things. It wasn't often, but for a few days now he sensed that your gazes would cross when the two of you coincided somewhere in the Commonwealth, you'd quickly avert your eyes, shy of being discovered, but the gesture was still there and that was what was driving him crazy.

"Rick..." He approached his friend that morning. He needed advice and both he and Carol were the people he felt most comfortable talking to.

"Daryl." He greeted him without taking his eyes off the map in front of him.

"Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure, has something happened?" He looked up at him finally narrowing his eyes due to the morning sun. Daryl shook his shoulders, a usual gesture for him when something made him uneasy but he didn't know what to say.

"I have...how would ya feel if Carl dated someone older than him?" he asked suddenly. "Someone much older... I dunno... Like me." He spluttered and lowered his head like a puppy who's done something wrong and awaits his punishment.

"Carl broke up with Enid? And since when are you two dating?" there was surprise and at the same time mockery in the sheriff's voice, yet it wasn't a tone wanting to hurt his friend. Still Daryl felt offended, he had gone seeking his advice because he considered him a brother and the sheriff now had a smirk on his face that made him uncomfortable.

"Never mind, forget what..."

"You're talking about her, aren't you?" He quickly cut off his flight leaving him freezing, he turned to look at him, was it that obvious? "I've talked to Carol several times about this, no one who doesn't know you wouldn't realize what's going on, but to us you're transparent, bro."

"Great..." He growled angrily, pursing his lips angrily. "Go on, say it, I'm a fuckin' degenerate piece of shit."

"I wouldn't say so much, more like someone... Lost, confused, I don't think your feelings aren't sincere, don't get me wrong, I actually think you do like her, but you're terrified she'll find out, am I wrong? Why?" he asked without letting him answer the first one.

"'cause she's a child..." He mumbled lowering his head.

"Well... Let me tell you something, brother. Nowadays, no kid is really a kid." He shrugged. "For God's sake, don't think if we were talking about Judith or RJ I wouldn't cut your balls off, but we're talking about a grown girl. Maybe she still goes to school, like many here, because this whole thing collapsed her lifestyle, but she's not a kid anymore, Daryl. Carl stopped being one when she was eleven, do you think she's much more childish? Have you seen her with the rest of the kids here?" He knew it was a rhetorical question, of course Daryl had seen her.

"But..."

"Stop thinking about age, I don't even know how old I am now." He tried to joke, but that didn't make Daryl feel much better either. "I think what you should be thinking about is what's in front of you, what she's really like. Why do you feel that way about her and Lydia is different?" he threw out a question again that the hunter struck him dumb. He felt Rick's hand on his shoulder wanting to give him support and went back to concentrating on his own tasks.

Why do you feel this way about her and Lydia is different?

It was a good question, he was sure Lydia was younger than you, but you two had connected very well, ever since Daryl met the Ex-Whisperer, a feeling of protectiveness came over him. He could see himself reflected in her, for all she had been through, the fear she felt towards another, her abusive and crazy mother, the physical and mental abuse that took hold of her. Daryl felt he had to save her, take care of her. Almost as if he were her father.

But he never looked at her like he looked at you. He couldn't.

Maybe it was true what Rick said, age was not an important thing in those new times, what was important was how the person felt, how they grew and evolved. They had all had to learn fast, stop being children, mature and grow up before their time came. To become adults. To grow up. He sensed those things in you, although you shared much in common with the rest of the young people in the community, there were differences; Carl, Henry, Enid, Lydia and you talked about the present, about sticking together, you thought about the future, when the dead would stop moving, when people would reconcile, about the plans you wanted to make, many of those with you only thought about the past, about how good life was with electricity, hot water, technology, long days lying on the couch, playing video games, going out to get drunk with friends.

That was the difference Daryl had to understand.

You weren't a kid anymore.

Daryl didn't know how he was going to deal with that, he wanted to talk to you, to know whose side you were on, if you were both on the same page or had he misunderstood everything. He was afraid of scaring you and that things would get complicated with the Commonwealth, that you would call for him to be expelled for daring to talk to you or even touch you, but something shook inside him at those thoughts. You were not like that.

He found you in one of the alleys of the commonwealth, he paused at the entrance to it weighing what he could say to you, but before he opened his mouth, you disappeared, you looked nervous looking around. He frowned, an impulse took over him following you to check where you were going, that you were okay, that no one was bothering you. He followed you sneaking down several alleys until he reached the back of the farms where Maggie and the others were tending to his care. Surprise overtook him when he discovered a huge mound of straw with a target drawn on it and several arrows stuck in it, though none had reached the center.

You were training.

On your own or with help, but you were learning. Daryl understood that you were doing it on the sly because no one in the Commonwealth wanted the kids to worry about that until they finished their studies and then decided which sector they could be most efficient in. The discovery reinforced the words he had shared with Rick, still there were many other factors the hunter had to take into account before he was truly relieved.

"Hey." He called out to you with a growl in his voice. Your body jumped at the discovery of you caught off guard and you spun around trying to hide the bow behind your body. A futile gesture, but it made Daryl smile. "What yer doin'?" He didn't sound kind, Daryl could feel it in his own voice, gruff and grumpy as always. He cleared his voice in an attempt to calm his own nerves.

"Don't tell the community, please." You said in a rush. "If they find out they'll put up more guards..."

"'S okay, I ain't gonna say anythin' to anyone." He shrugged seeing the fear in your gaze. "Why yer doin' this anyway?"

"Well..." You mumbled averting your gaze, feeling your cheeks turn red. "I wanted... I wanted to learn... They all know how to defend themselves, they're always talking about how they trained in Alexandria and I wanted to..." You bit your lip hesitantly. "I wish I could go out on patrol sometime with you... W-with you guys." You quickly rectified, but Daryl had heard it perfectly.

There it was again, those little details that had driven Daryl crazy those days, seeing little glances, subtle gestures on your part towards him. Now this. You wanted to go on patrol with him. With him. You could have said anything else, anyone else, but you wanted to get out of there, with him.

"Holdin' that bow like that ya'll never hit anythin'." Daryl commented, again too rude, he mentally cursed himself for not being able to engage in normal conversation with anyone. "W-wanna me teach ya?"

Maybe that was what Daryl had needed to get close to you. Maybe he just needed to have a little more courage and really talk to you. To find something that connected you, to talk, to get to know each other better, suddenly feeling less bad about himself.

Almost every day, after you said goodbye to your friends, or Daryl finished with one of his shifts, the two of you would meet up behind the farms to practice archery, self-defense, and even tracking the chickens that escaped from the farms, never going too far, but it was a positive encouragement in case you ever got to go into the woods on a real run.

Oddly now Daryl felt less overwhelmed, hovering near you almost every day made him feel calmer, less obsessed and less dependent. When he was out he felt the same as always again, peace, comfort, he no longer had that urgent thought of wanting to come back and when he saw you with your mates, maybe to say he was no longer jealous was assuming too much, but at least he no longer wanted to smash anyone's face in if he saw them getting too close.

"Maybe we should stop today." The hunter said as he saw a black cloud begin to settle near the community, the smell of wet earth and the dampness of the atmosphere told the man that it was coming loaded and wouldn't pass through without leaving them a good storm.

"Why? are you giving up already?" You asked him with a mocking tone getting him to look at you again.

You had put the bow and crossbow aside to try a bit of hand to hand fighting. It was possibly not practical or necessary against the Walkers, but knowing that there were people out there that weren't very friendly or that there were other communities that didn't know how to share, it was always a good idea to have notions of all types of fighting in case you found yourself in a hairy situation.

You learned quickly to defend yourself, although you were clumsy and imprecise with the bow, your feet and hands moved fast when it came to blocking or throwing blows towards him, you never hit the target, Daryl was experienced enough to dodge you, and you didn't hit him seriously either, but you both liked to share those moments. Daryl felt a little guilty at times, maybe taking advantage of the proximity so he could touch you.

"I ain't givin' up, but there's a storm comin' and..."

"Are you afraid of messing up your hair, princess?" you tease again and Daryl's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"All right, ya asked for it."

Daryl was rough and powerful, his punches were rough, decisive, he had no real physical training in martial arts or self-defense, he had grown up on the street, with other kids, a troubled brother and an abusive father, so he had to learn to fend for himself. He never had a defined technique, but he knew exactly how to hit and where. He also knew how to fit punches well, so when your hand shot out striking him on the chin he felt the bite, his teeth drilled his own lip, but he didn't complain just backed up a few steps feeling a trickle of blood run down his chin. Startled you covered your mouth with both hands in an exclamation of horror.

"Oh my God, Daryl!" you rushed over to him to make sure he was okay. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't..."

The archer took advantage then, grabbed you by one of your arms, his leg crossed behind yours to make you fall backwards. Your lungs ran out of air for a second as you fell to the ground. Daryl's knee pressing against your sternum, his hand squeezing your throat, but not really hurting you.

"Never let yer guard down, I'm yer enemy, remember?" his voice sounds like a growl and your body shudders, even if you wanted to you could never see him as an enemy.

"I-I'm sorry..." You repeat embarrassed, but you let him help you up. "Does it hurt?"

"'m fine." He assured you with a small smile that made you feel more relieved. You knew Daryl was smiling to keep you calm, but he seemed amused. "That's the first time ya've managed topunch me, congratulations." He teased you. Surprise took hold of you, you opened your mouth to protest, but a clap of thunder shut you up.

You both raised your heads at the same time discovering that the cloud Daryl had seen was now completely over you, seconds after a second clap of thunder broke the silence, water began to pour down on you in torrents.

"Holy shit!" You both exclaimed at once grabbing your bow and crossbow to run for cover.

"Come on!" You shouted to Daryl grabbing him by the hand, leading him towards your house.

You lived alone, you never had parents, not at least not since the whole apocalypse happened, not since you came to the Commonwealth looking for shelter. It was never a real problem for you. You knew how to cook, fix your own clothes, keep a clean house, helped out in the community and went to classes like you were made to do. You were never really a problem, so they always left you alone.

Now you were grateful for it, because bringing a man into a house you might be sharing with another family, soaking wet, holding your hand, with a split lip and carrying guns, would have been hard to explain and very uncomfortable. Even if it was Daryl. Despite the fact that it cost you, you let go of the archer's hand to open the back door of the house, left the soaked slippers by the side of the door, next to the bow and the soaked jacket hanging on a coat rack in the hope of not filling the house with water. Daryl hesitated for a moment before mimicking you, taking off his boots, leaving the vest and plaid shirt he wore underneath on the coat rack, took off his mittens leaving them on top of your washing machine to dry and moved several steps forward until he was standing in the kitchen doorway.

His throat went dry as he discovered you in the living room removing the several layers of t-shirts you were wearing to remove the cold, wet fabric from your skin, as you began to pull down your pants, Daryl knew he should stop looking, that you hadn't realized he was watching you, but he couldn't he was mesmerized by your movements. When you finally threw a blanket over yourself he snapped out of his stupor seeing you approaching him with another dry blanket.

"Take off your clothes and leave them here to dry." You asked with the blanket over your shoulders, it opened a little revealing the lace of your bra, but Daryl averted his gaze to the object you were offering him taking it and nodding gratefully. "I'm going to light the fire." You told him walking away again, lighting the fire in the fireplace to keep you warm.

Daryl didn't actually feel cold, not anymore, his mind was wandering for a moment of new thoughts, images that he had only been able to fantasize about so far and now overtook his mind cruelly. He stirred uncomfortably as he felt his pants bothering him, but he had to calm down, he couldn't just assault you like that.

Doing as you had asked he undressed down to his boxers which luckily were not wet from the storm and covering himself well with the blanket you had lent him he walked over to the living room where you were sitting on a mat on the floor near the fireplace, your little feet out of the blanket towards the flames to warm them up. An amused smile crossed his mouth at the sight of you, turned into a funny little cocoon with only the tip of your nose and feet showing. Slowly he walked over to you and sat down next to you. When you felt his presence next to you, you pulled your head out of the blanket, leaving the fabric over your shoulders and looked at him with a shy smile on your mouth.

Silence flooded the room, only interrupted by the crackling of the wood in the fire. As the minutes passed, the heat was present in the room, your bodies shivering under the blankets. In the street the rain continued to fall relentlessly, it was then when a flash of lightning slashed the sky and a clap of thunder rattled the windows of the house. You gasped in fright and embarrassment, hiding your face inside the blanket again. Daryl studied your movements in silence, feeling a warm feeling squeeze his heart. You were afraid of storms.

With an overprotective need taking hold of him, he pulled your body closer to him, opened his blanket and wrapped it around you, pulling you slowly to his chest, trying to soothe the fear that was invading you. He felt your body tense up, only to settle you later resting against his chest.

"Thank you..." You murmured, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"It's a passing storm, it won't be long before it goes away." He promised you and you hummed softly.

A new clap of thunder caused your body to spasm violently, instinctively sticking you closer to him. Daryl felt the hair on the back of his neck goosebump, too many thoughts, too many ideas crossing his mind at that moment, he had to be aware that you were vulnerable now. He rested his hands on your back covered by your own blanket and slowly stroked you up and down, wanting to comfort you. You looked up and your eyes connected in the semi-darkness of the room.

He wanted to kiss you. You were so close, your gazes were still connected and it all seemed like something out of a movie. All he had to do was lean forward, brush against your lips, maybe that would be okay, maybe that would make Daryl be in peace with himself. His eyes fell from your gaze to your lips, the tip of his tongue moistening his lips. Daryl wanted to kiss you, but he didn't get to move.

No, because you kissed him first.

It was a very light kiss, so light that anyone else wouldn't be able to call it that, but Daryl had felt it perfectly, forcing himself to pull away as if your mouth burned. Panic furrowed your face scaring even the hunter. A fresh flash of lightning lit up the room, but neither of you were paying attention to that anymore.

"I-I'm sorry, Daryl, I thought..." You stammered, lowering your head, dead embarrassed. "I misunderstood..."

"Misunderstood?" finally finding the voice to face you, you looked up again.

"I thought... I don't know, I thought... Carol told me..." You mumbled a bunch of nonsense, but his best friend's name made Daryl frown.

"Carol? What did Carol tell ya? Ya know how old I am?"

"I don't care...no one cares about that stuff anymore..." You shook your head and now frowned yourself. "I know what I want Daryl, don't you dare treat me like a child, because I'm not. You know that perfectly well."

He knew it, Daryl of course he knew it, he had wanted to believe in it, then he had figured it out for himself when you started training together and you yourself reminded him of it every day when, despite being exhausted, you wanted to keep learning. But it wasn't just about age, there were many other things, feelings was the most basic thing, maybe you just felt attraction for him, a momentary crush.

"I ain't wanna ya regret this..." He murmured looking at you out of the corner of his eye as well, biting his lip.

"I'm not going to regret it, Daryl...I kissed you first." You tried to talk some sense into him, he hummed at that, nodding his head. "Daryl, please...if you don't want to be here, leave, but if you feel like I do...please..." You asked, resting your hands on his shoulders, your blanket fell to the floor, being covered only by Daryl's blanket.

Doubt still hovered in Daryl's mind, but your eyes were shining brightly, you really wanted him to do something. He snorted low, hesitantly, one of his hands caressed your arm, moving up your shoulder to your neck, his thumb stroked the line of your cheek before he leaned into you and kissed you. It was a soft, slow kiss, making sure he was doing the right thing. Daryl's lips moving over yours, trapping the lower one, but not going deeper, not intensifying. You gasped against his mouth, your hands trembling on his bare chest, caressing his skin not quite sure what you were really supposed to do. Daryl gave your lips one last kiss, kissed your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, caressing your skin, carefully exploring every nook and cranny, every gesture you made to make sure you were still willing to continue. His fingers tangled in your hair as his mouth rested in the hollow of your neck listening to you sigh, your goose bumps, your body shuddering. He spread several kisses all over your neck, your throat, the other side, your shoulders, even bent his head a little more to kiss your collarbone and the beginning of your cleavage, but he lazily trailed his lips back to your mouth, kissing you once more. You sighed with your eyes closed, your hands finally moved up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the long locks at the nape of his neck feeling his hands tighten on your waist moving you closer to him. You parted your legs as you were guided onto his lap, Daryl sat more comfortably resting your body on top of his.

Your mouths parted again staring at each other, your breaths ragged, pupils dilated with desire. You bit your lip as you dared to take a step closer bringing your hands to the clasp of your bra on your back. Daryl followed your every movement with his eyes, the garment remained loose on your skin, the straps trembling on your shoulders. Daryl slid his hands from your waist down your arms, his eyes fixed on his own movements, trying to be as careful as possible, afraid of scaring you. His fingers slipped under your loose shoulder strap caressing your skin, he glanced sideways at you first before slowly sliding the garment down your arms until you were completely free of it.

Daryl held his breath for a moment, marveling at the image before his eyes, feeling his whole body react to you, but keeping himself under control. His hands stroked your skin again, running up and down your arms, watching your goosebumps rise and your nipples react to his touch. Your gaze fell on these same, feeling your mouth water, wondering how they would feel inside this one, on your tongue. A growl came from his throat as his mouth slid across your skin again stopping at your collarbone, daring to bite softly on your bone leaving a small mark that made you moan between your teeth giving him permission to continue. You shuddered as you felt one of Daryl's hands on your chest, his head moving down, the tip of his tongue brushing over your sensitive nipple, just brushing it tentatively seeking your approval. You moaned louder this time tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly on it. Daryl felt it as an invitation, closing his lips around your areola trapping inside his mouth your button that was beginning to harden at the warm, wet sensation around it. You purred and unconsciously wiggled your hips against him your center bumping against his erection still hidden inside his boxers. Daryl's fingers twitched against your waist at your gesture, his teeth biting your nipple a little harder drawing a moan of surprise and pleasure from you.

The hunter pulled away from you to watch you. Your cheeks red from all the embarrassing sounds you were making, your pupils dilated wanting him to continue, your mouth half open trying to control your breathing. Daryl held your lower back to very slowly lay you backwards on the blanket you had dropped earlier, positioning himself over your body to admire you once again.

"Yer so beautiful..." He dared to murmur and your cheeks took on a much deeper color. "I need ya so bad..."

"I'm here, Daryl... take me." You asked feeling your body tremble at the desire that crossed his gaze.

A sigh escaped through his teeth, he lay down next to you, his lips tracing your neck again, the hollow of your shoulder as his hand caressed your bare skin, his fingers groping the waistband of your panties before hiding them under the fabric. An animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he discovered your bald, tremendously soft mons under his touch. Oh, God. You were going to kill him. He caressed your skin enjoying your soft touch, his gaze now riveted on you, on how you kept your eyes closed, how you bit your lip nervously. The tip of his middle finger ventured further down towards the beginning of your slit finding the small nub of your clit already swollen and expectant. Without taking his eyes off you he began to move it very slowly over your sensitive muscle, watching you pucker in a grimace of surprise and pleasure, your legs parting offering him greater access. His gentle caresses began to turn into small circles, moving faster over your clit, sending new waves of pleasure throughout your body. You were biting your lip so hard that Daryl was afraid you might make your year.

"Don't hold back." He asked whispering in your ear. "I wanna see ya, I wanna hear ya. I need to know yer enjoyin' it, babe."

He knew you were, he could read it in your body, he could feel it in every spasm it caused you, but he needed to hear you, he wanted to know what you sounded like when pleasure flooded you and overtook you, knowing that he was responsible for all those delicious sounds. You looked sideways at him still shy of your own senses, but you were overcome with pleasure, holding him by the wrist digging your fingers into his skin.

"Cum." He growled against your ear, his voice booming throughout your body as you arched and moaned loudly without holding back pushing your hips up wanting to melt his fingers with you. "Good girl..." He purred kissing your cheek, your neck, sought your mouth and kissed you this time more intensely, daring to cross your teeth with his tongue, snatching another moan from you as your tongues tangled. "Can ya give me another one, pretty girl?" he asked sliding his fingers through your folds feeling your wetness increasing from the orgasm you were recovering from. "I wanna taste ya... Can I?"

"Please..." You whispered without quite knowing what exactly you were begging him for.

A wolfish grin formed on his mouth at seeing you so needy. Carefully he sat up from the floor pulling his hand out of your panties to place himself between your legs. He stood there looking at you for a few seconds, admiring you, enjoying the image you were offering him. He lifted your hips to grab the sides of your panties slowly pulling them down your legs, tossing them away from where you stood. His hands caressing your legs, his body leaned over you again, he kissed your chest, licked your skin slowly sliding down your belly, bit the skin under your belly button making you jump at the tickling sensation and kept moving down, spreading your legs further apart, looking sideways at you as he stood between them, asking for your permission again.

You nodded your head quickly biting your lip, but knowing he wanted to keep listening to you. The tip of his tongue brushed your slit, spreading your legs further apart, lifting your hips so he could devour you as he truly desired. With his hands on your legs, his tongue had total freedom to taste your pussy, moving up and down your slit, stimulating and torturing your clit causing you to moan loudly and your hands to clutch at his hair. He sucked and licked your folds, parted them with his fingers pressing the tip of his tongue to the entrance of your vagina, feeling you clench at his slightest intrusion. He couldn't tell if it was your first time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know either, but the need and desire in your body was driving him crazy. He decided to torture your swollen, sensitive muscle some more with your tongue as his fingers worked their way inside you, first one, when he felt you had adjusted well to him, he slipped in a second, moving them inside you, twisting, curving, searching for that button inside you that would bring on a new high.

"Da-Daryl...!" You called out to him in a choked voice. "I'm... I'm so close... Please..."

The urgent tone of your voice made him roar against your skin, his warm breath, the purr of his voice, beat directly against your clit plus his fingers moving right where you needed them made a new rush of pleasure hit you so hard that for a second you lost consciousness. Daryl felt his fingers soaking wet being strangled by your cunt, his whole mouth was filled with your taste and the sensation was so intense for him that for a second he thought he would cum in his boxers. Prolonging your climax he kept moving his fingers slowly until he pulled them out completely, slowly incorporating himself on top of you, watching you trying to recover, to breathe again, feeling your heart beating violently inside your chest.

"Ya did fuckin' great, baby." He whispered and you shivered at the pet name that slipped off his tongue.

"I want to feel you, Daryl, make me yours." You asked again and this time he couldn't hold back. He had waited too long.

He got rid of his boxers and carefully moved back between your legs, he moved his hips pushing his tip against your over stimulated clit, feeling your body jerk each time he touched it. He bit his lip carefully lining up his cock against your pussy, looking down at you once again he slowly pushed slowly inside you feeling your tight walls receive him, squeezing him as he dilated you, stretching you pleasurably making you moan once more, digging his fingers into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Daryl gasped and huffed as he felt himself fully inside you, needing a second before he began to move slowly, increasing the speed each time your moans, the sighs of his name coming out of your mouth, told him you were enjoying it, that he could fuck you faster, harder, pushing himself as deep inside you as he could.

"So tight..." he growled hiding his head in the hollow of your shoulder, your arms wrapped around him again, your nails digging into his scarred back.

"It feels so good..." You let yourself go, whispering in his ear, giving him goosebumps. "I feel like you're going to break me in two, Daryl..."

"Oh fuck..."

The excited tone of your voice was too much for him, moving faster, deeper feeling like he himself was on the edge he pulled out of your body and held his hard cock stroking himself fast to moan between lips, cumming on your belly filling it with hot white spurts making you sigh and smile lewdly.

When you were able to recover again, Daryl got up from the floor to search your kitchen for a cloth and clean up the mess he had made, with a tired and grateful smile you let him do it. The hunter took the blankets and covered your bodies, snuggling close behind your body, hugging you protectively giving you more warmth, staying close to the fireplace. You let him make you rest your head against his chest, feeling him kiss your hair.

"I love you, Daryl." You whispered closing your eyes, feeling sleep overcome you.

"Love ya too, girl, sorry it took me so long..."

"It was worth it." You laughed softly feeling his mouth stretch into a smile above your head.

You both fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth of the fire rocking your bodies, the storm forgotten outside.

The End!

I hope you enjoyed the story!!

See you in the next one!!

Yes, I have revived Rick and the others, I needed it, I miss them, sorry!

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The Owl House: Enchanting Grom Fright: Happy Valentine’s Gays

Happy Valentine’s Day owl ladies, gentleman and non-binary folks! It’s time to finish off this holiday in proper style with a LONG overdue review of enchanting Grom Fright and even longer overdue coverage of the Owl House. The Owl House was one of the best debuts of last year if not THE best, only in contention because Close Enough also started last year and looks to surpass regular show in terms of quality. But with stunning animation, tons of representation, and colossal worldbuilding. And given how i’m on record for thinking Star Vs went so far down the tubes they bumped into where Cthulu is sleeping, it’s nice to have another magic based show that seems to be on the right track: carefully building i’ts world, supporting cast and for today’s topic main romance. It also rather than just obliquely hint one character was bi and the other pan, actually goes out of it’s way to have a bisexual protaginst with a gay love intrest. As my good friend @jess-the-vampire has brought up quite a bit, star had plnety of options. .but no willingness to actually campaign for any queer rep, the way Gravity Falls head Alex Hirsch tried to, he still gets credit for trying, and Owl House creator Dana Terrace gets full credit for.

Terrace got her start working on Gravity Falls in line production before working her way up to directing for ducktales, being instrumental in how Webby was animated and how she moves and acts, and being the director for several classic season one episodes including “Woo-Hoo!”, “The Spear of Selene” , “Day of the Only Child!” which was one of my faviorites from season 1 and “The Beagle Birthday Massacre!”. And while I can’t 100% confirm she’s the only part responsible for starting Weblena, given she was director on an episode where a lot of the romantic subtext was in the visuals, she certainly helped so thank you Dana. Thank you a lot. Their adorable. Point is she’s a talented lady and wasn’t satisfied with directing, so she pitched her own show, combining tons of ides and stuff including of all things, Pokemon Red. I checked the article wikipedia had sourced, it was one of her happy childhood memories as it was one of the last things her dad gave her. Awwwwwww. That’s as sweet as it is painful. She’s also currently dating Alex Hirsch, something I was entirely unaware of but find also adorable. Point is i’m glad I looked into her as she’s a very nice person, and very much my kind of weirdo and i’m happy for her sucess and her singuarly weird show that sprung from that sucess.

Now that part of it’s out of the way the episode itself was an uphill battle as you’d expect. As anyone familiar with this blog is aware, but just in case your new, you tend to hear me bitching about Disney’s handling of queer represntation a LOT

For the most part Disney’s pretty bad at it: There was the string of “FIRST GAY CHARACTER IN AN X” they had going for a while.. that consisted of a character I dind’t realize was gay, a kiss I didn’t see, and a talk with a character who I honestly wouldn’t of been looking for had disney not patted themselves on the back with some giant sized hands because htey saved some pym particles for that occasion. Ducktales was unable to have Penumbra come out as gay more clearly because I don’t know Ducks can’t be day.. but they can be IMPLIED to be gay or pansexual as hard as the crew possibly can so they win anyway. Pixar was able to have a gay lead character for one of it’s sparks shorts out and even focused on him coming out of the closet and it’s very good and something I WILL give Pixar credit for... but not Disney Plus who go out of their way to not mention the lead being gay.. despite the fact the short opens with a gay space cat riding a gay space dog out of a rainbow and then it being revaled our lead is in a relationship not long into the short. My point is the idiots who won’t watch this for having gay characters are just going to turn it off, who cares what they think, why are you like this Disney. They need to do better, and be better and i’m getting tired of this shit.

That being said... this episode is a step in the right directoin as despite having to get past one obstructive asshole, not her words but damn if it isn’t the truth, as the rest of hte execs were fine with having a gay character, Terrace fought hard for it and WON, having a clearly gay character, and a clear road to a gay romace as the lead one, all because she wanted some representation in her works. So to honor this, I present this review in honor of love, effort and saying screw you to not having represntation because money. Join me under the cut and allt hat.

We open in the owl house, in the owl house, duck dodge push and shove, it’s how we show our love in the.. you get the point. Luz is learning yet another Rune, this time plant runes.. and already something I love about the series pops up: the fact Luz’s rise in skill is gradual but noticable. Each spell noticably improves in potency with time, going from simple lights to shaping them into simple constructs, and learning to control or time her spells and glpyhs so they launch she she says so, with each one getting more powerful the more she learns. And on top of that osmething I just noticed on rewatch of this episode is her tecnique in finding them evolved, something I dind’t notice the first time because I hadn’t fully caught up and checked this one out to see if Disney would actually let them go through with it.. and they did. Point is her first spell is found by accident, her second by realizing how her magic works fundemntally, both require skilled deduction and on the fly thinking and casting, so she’s already pretty skilled.. but now sh’es ACTIVELY seeking out a new spell here for the first time. She knows how she gets them, she knows each school is tied to a form, and she likely got the plant from williow since that’s her thing and she’s a saint. A demon but also a saint. They can have those too. It’s what I assume relicor is.

I miss that goblin demon bat man. Point is it shows an evolution in Luz’s thinking: while it’s a subtle thing she took a more proactive approach this time even if it took a lot of practice.. and it pay soff as by the time of her next rune, while it’s once again sorta handed to her she has less time to learn it, almost none, and finds it singed onto a ball.. and learns it effortlessly to the point where by the next episode it’s a crucial plot point. IT’s subtle but clever character progression, and stuff I really enjoy, showing our hero going from a bit inept but not helpless or incomptient.. to a force to be reckconed with and far more clever and strategic than yo’ud expect given her sometimes reckless and almost always happy go lucky attitude.

Luz worries teaching King about the internet was a bad idea because he gets excited about a literal cat fight which .. yeah... it was a bad idea but not because of that.. but because next he finds someone saying the earth is flat and she wisely yanks it away. It’s.. very sad that the absolutley maddening and easily debunked flat earth theory is still RELATIVLEY more sane than the stuff we’ve had pop up during the trump era and the cornoavirus pandemic.

But one of the main conlficts of the episode pops up as Luz’s mom messages her and Luz can’t bring herself to tell her anything and just sends a thumbs up. I do think this episode helps even things from the pilot a bit as it was a bit lopsided: While I got that Camillia was genuinely struggling with how to deal with Luz, and was offered an out and had to take it... the fact she sees NO problem with the normalcy camp, which comes off intentioanlly or not a sa parallel to conversion camps or camps to make autistic kids “Normal”. And as someone whose both bisexual and autistic, I naturally relate to luz way more as someone whose intrests sometimes just don’t quite fit with everyone else, and who dosen’t get how bad some of their actions were. THat’s why this episode feels like a necessary course correction: Luz is shown to genuinely love her mama and feel guilty.. but we see camilia genuinlely loves and supports her daughter a bit more. While it was clear from the pilot this shows it more, with her genuinely just wanting to know her daughter’s okay and checking up on her, and giving me the feeling that possible consequences or no if something bad WAS happening or she didn’t hear from her for a long time, she would’ve drove up there to get her. It feels like the writers realized the implications they accidently created and wanted to fix it, though I can’t say for certain. But if so good on you for course correcting, not every show does that.

But King encourages her, telling her she’s doing the right thing by lying and to “trust the demon on your shoulder”. Keep this in mind for later, but that joke is great on it’s own. But soon i’ts time for school and Hooty.. barfs out Luz’s books for her.

I haven’t been this disturbed since.. (Looks at the clock) About 2 maybe three hours ago when I watched a man have, if apparently shorter than the oriiginal cut as I wanted to see everyone else’s reactions dammit, sex with hiis car which was possesed by the mad ghost of his dead wife. Because that’s the kind of stuff i’m into when i’m not reviewing stuff. And before that Tinky.. just everything about tinky.

I do not have enough time to get into TInky here or why he exestially horrifies me. Or why Jeff blim is a living god. I will save that for a proper review if I have the time tomorrow. Point is I saw a lot today and that still tops it. Willow and Gus are likewise grossed out and want to leave.

Cut to school where Luz wonders what’s with all the decorations.. that remind me of this honestly

And frankly given the whole state of the boiling isles it REALLY wouldn’t surprise me if the decorations were indeed well cooked faces. But i’ts Grom time, which means elaborate gromposals (Some Dude asks Skara out with a beating heart and an elaborate medical proposal.. which.. points for effort. And for using an actual heart. Couldn’t get one for mine. ), dancing and someone being chosen for Grom Queen. WHich Willow hints isn’t as nice as that sounds. Before we can get into that though Amity bumps into them and gets into a tizzy before meekly greeting “Luz.. and Co”. which.. not going to lie.. is my faviorite gag of the season. Just htw way she adds them and just the way Willow and Guz both smile widely at it as if to say “That’s us!”. Amity drops a note and snatches it back. This will be important later, you all know why, point is Amity becomes Grom Queen.. and is heavily depressed with Luz following her to find out why. At the gym.. she does indeed ifnd out why: Turns out Grom is not some mutation of an earthname but is based around a horrifying entity lurking beneath the isles, Gromethious the Fear Bringer, who emerges from his slumber once a year and must be fought back and brings out his target’s greatest fears. Just like groundhog day only with less time loops and rodent abuse. Amity is scared of hers, and i’ll obviously get into this more later, and Luz simply suggests asking bump to opt out and Amity appricates the support. Awwww.

Luz heads home and we find out Eda is chaperoning and King is mcing. Eda is also rocking a suit. Just damn girl, damn. But Luz considers taking her place.. and gets laughed at, with Eda assuming she’ll have to save her and King just being kind of a dick. I mean he’s a loveable thoroughly cuddly dick but he’s still a dick... just more like a stuffed plushie of one. So basically exactly like Tinky. Look I mention him more than once in this review he dosen’t put me in the bastard box. It’s a great system. Naturally this makes Luz more determined than ever to prove herself and she finds Amity in the night, with Amity having been unable to get out of it.. and Bumps a resonable guy, he just wants a substitute and no one wants the job.. except Luz who galdly volunteers and insists ntohing scares her before the giant spider on the back of her head proves otherwise. Because of course it does, spiders are fucking terrifying. Kill then all.. except the pokemon ones. Galvaltula are sweethearts. As are Ariadoses. Sweethearts who can elctorcute or poison you but still.

So the next way Luz begins preparing.. and by that I mean it’s time for training. Sadly we don’t get an episode of Luz and Amity getting trapped in an 80′s fashion montage... I mean yes Rise of the TMNT also did that plot the same year, but we had two diffrent plots about someone getting trapped in an eldtrich sitcom and a THIRD this year, all entertaingly unique. Though we do get Luz pulling out an otter suit that’s adorable and she sadly still hasn’t worn yet. “This one says i’m an otter, with a dark side”. She also got thrown out of a school dance for.. wearing an otter suit. Okay the other things we saw in the pilot were understandable but htis is just.. baffling. Who cares what you wear to a dance as long as it isn’t horribly racist of nothing at all.

Damn you flanders and your glorious ass. Point is Amity shows up and threatens hooty’s life because.. he’s hooty. The fact he isn’t dead already is a testiment to how badass he is and how much money he’d cost Eda to replace. Owl Tubes don’t come out of a stygian hole in the unvierse every day you know. That’s only every three years. It’s basic styigan owl tube science.

But Amity wants her to be ready and that she’ll have to face her greatest fear.. and cue hooty popping up, poking amity in the face and asking if she wants to know her greatest fear. Really he can clearly hear everything in the house given he heard that, so he heard the death threat he just chose to ignore it. That.. was a mistake. And by mistake I mean we get a hilarious cut to the outside of the house as Luz tries to stop her love intrest from murdering her second mom’s tube monster. The result is some bandages and an eyepatch. To be fair that last one was just flaring up from a previous beating.

For this solem task of training, Amity has brought in her local disaster bisexuals.. aka her twin siblgins Eldric and Elmyra, whose greatest fears are dying alone and being stuck with Eldric. Both understandable. They conjur luz’s greatest fears which are.. some of the funniest shit I heard all year.. and also very relatable. Human souls in cat bodies, which is genuinely terrifying good job Luz, Jerks on the internet who mansplain things, relatable, and soy milk.

But Amity knows this is just the openign act. it needs to be something deeper.. so while Luz dosen’t realize it’s probably her mom issues she brings up her issues with her other mom: that Eda dosen’t think she can do this. Hence we get a giant eda putting Luz in a babychair. Before we can unpack how wrong that sentence sounded, Eda comes out, and marvels at how hot giant her is. But she’s quickly distracted from sex with a giant version of herself, which is not an easy feat, by the relization “Wait Luz is going to fight grom isn’t she.. fuck i’m going to have to save her”, though Luz holds firm on doing it to prove she’s fine and dosen’t need to be saved constantly. it’s a good conflict. Eda IS right that Luz is not ready for this alone, that she’s overcompensating and that Eda would, in normal circumstances be the one to rescue her. As we’ll see it’s not her who does it but still, were this any other foe she probably would be. But Luz’s motivations are equally understandable: She wants to help her friend not have to do this and she wants to prove she can do it. She just wants her mentor, the only person in her life up to meeting her that GNEUINELY supported her in magic to respect her. To have faith in her and actually see how far she’s come. And given how her own mother writes off her dreams, if not unrealistically, and before this she had no friends or support system to speak of outside her mom, it’s easy to see why this is so improtant to Luz: she just wants to make the one person in her life whose ever support her actually think it was worth it when in truth Eda already thinks it does and just dosen’t want her to die.

She’s just not good with talking to her or not condescending to her as her own ego is stacked sky high, probably because the whole curse thing meant Eda was an outcast by default and the system wants to either chain her to one form of magic and one only or shackle her to them as a hired goon. Her ego, while justified, is also a defense mechanism: a way to shield herself from the fact almost no one cares about her and one of the few people who DOES, dosen’t care what she wants or needs. Once the curse happened she lost just about everything and had to rebuild and thus build up walls around herself and kept everyone else at arms length till Luz changed her for the better. It’s just a tragic clash of two wills both with similar problems but both unwilling to talk about them.

But with time up, our heroes need to get to the diggity dance. So they indeed do and we get some fun sight gags, Willow makes corsages, that one girl with the cresent head somehow ended up with Mathomule and is not happy, as anyone who ends up with him should. And it’s time for Luz to face her destiny.. in a tux with a tutu because of course, and Amity likes it because also of course.

IT’s time to rumble, with King getting nervous due to eda’s prodding about mcing since his co-mc gus is really good at it, and introducing our champion.

No wait sorry he’s still trapped in Mojoworld. no it’s still Luz who shows off a seasons worth of skill by easily dispatching the first few fears and saying to grom let’s finish it.. before grom puts a tentacle on her head.

It’s to downlaod her fear.. which is Camillia. Granted we could all see it coming but still Luz obviously can’t fight her own mother or her own overwhelming guilt.. her mom did hurt her.. but she gets why and just loves her and wants her to be proud but dosen’t know what to do: tell her the trutha nd possibly loose a happy and fufilling life or wait until it all blows up. It’s a painful choice. So luz and king end up running. King runs first because he can’t handle it and Gus talks him back into the groove while Luz runs away because she can’t fight her own mom, understandable, and Gus encourages king to lead the crowd which he does. Amity and Eda follow Luz.

So Luz is backed down, facing down a monster tha’ts going to go on to everyone else next if she fails... and Eda prepares to interfere.. but it’s AMITY who faces her fear and dives in. And we find out just what her fear was as grom turns into a humanoid shape and rips the letter in half.. it was a grom invitation. Though conviently the who it’s adressed to was ripped out.

And yeah not going to save this one: It’s Luz. You know it I know it I didn’t even hide it in the intro. Even before the reveal in a bit it was obvious. But it also makes perfect sense. I’ve avoided talking about her character arc up to this point because I was waiting for now. Amity’s growth is the third major arc of the season behind Luz’s slow learning of magic and eventually induction into hexside and eda’s curse, which I lump in with Lilith chasing her since both were mildly entertwined and then entirely are once the reveal hits in the finale. When we meet her she’s an outright bully.. but we slowly see there’s more there. That she’s not really HAPPY or content, is contstantly under pressure by her family name, is outright bullied by her own siblings who don’t understand her. So Luz coming in, seemingly only being intrested in magic because i’ts neat.. understandably bothers her. She’s not a great person, bullying her old best friend because tha’ts what’s expected and being close with outright bullies because of that.. but it’s through Luz she starts to grow, realizing Luz is genuinely nice and genuinely sorry for any trouble she caused Amity, and evne then both cases were causaed by Amity’s own dickishness and outside forces, so it’s easy to see why she defrosts faster. Her siblings realize they’ve genuinely hurt her, and actually try to be good siblings from then on and help her, and slowly Amity learns to truth luz, trust in her, and accept her... and thus accept her feelings for her. There are gradual hints she’s growing attracted to her.. but her walls had to come down first, and it wouldn’t of worked from the outset. The show cleverly has the two build a genuine friendship, two opposities who work well together, so when feelings do happen it feels natural. It’s not “I’m in love with this person because I have to because you can’t be friends with someone your attracted to” bullshit or anything like that, cough star vs cough, it’s just well built catching feelings. I’ts how this kind of thing SHOULD go: niether went in intending for this to happen.. it’s just happening.

And Amity’s reluctance is painfully understandable, as Luz is the ONLY friend and support she has. Sure she and willow are patching things up, but WIllow would understandably choose luz over her and she’s terrified of loosing the one good thing in her life. Of course Luz would either say yes, and probably will some day, or let her down gently, she’s nice.. but it’s also understandable to be afraid that someone won’t take the reveal well. I’ve been there trust me, it’s easier when you let it out even if you get rejected, but I get it being hard to let out because you don’t want to loose a friend. I did not, and niether would she, but I can see why she wouldn’t want ot take the plunge. At least not yet. We’ll see this summer hopefully.

But we do get a shiptastic, gorgeously aniamted scene of the two dancing an fightin gin perfect synch, combinging luz’s new use of plant magic with amity’s mastery of abominations resulting in the two utterly decimating grom, likely in part because with two fast moving targets he can’t get a lock on and likely nees more fear and mass to attack multiple targets at once. Or just more tendrils. it’s a quick, beautful sequence that’s utterly glorious, being framed as romantic as any hetero scene of the type and rightfully so. A triumph and well deserving of this praise.

Our heros have won, get crowns, and King gets praise. All is well.. except Luz drops the crown once she gets home because she feels like she failed and feels lost about her mom.. though at least king gets it “I’m king and queen, best of both things!”. You tell em sister.

So we end with Luz genuinely responding to her mom, with some montage stuff as we see Gus and Willow poke a fear blob, willow fears bugs, understandable and Gus fears clowns...

Also understandable. Though I didn’t put up a bug picture because

And Amity looks out folornly into the night. Camilla responds to Luz.. and mentions letters.. which while Luz brushes those off.. we see someone sent them. And by someone I probably mean king since we now know only eda and him had acess to the portal, and given he was actively encouraging her to lie.. yeah i’m supscious. But we’ll see next season. For now this episode is fan fucking tastic, showing off tons of character development, being representative and sweet as all hell.. and being really funny. Tons of great gags in this one including the turtle guy from an earlier episode being forced to be adisco ball. This is easily the series best so far and if you haven’t checked it out, please do it’s fantastic as is this show. Check both out. Until the next rainbow i’ts been a pleasure. Tommorow more disney shenanigans this time with pete. And also more of this possibly we’ll see what I get done.

Goodnight everybody!

#the owl house #lumity #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus #eda clawthrone #king #principal bump #grometheious #enchanting grom fright #lbgtq+#disney #disney plus

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hello! it’s me, the perpetually absent as of late mun of minhee, eunah, dowoon & seungwoo. to summarize: i’ve been having the worst luck irl for about three months straight. it’s been one thing after another and i no longer am able to tell you what day of the week it is. (like, really.) great, now that that’s over, consider this my plot call for the new quarter. i’ve decided to plot for all my muses through minhee’s account & my d!scord to try and keep everything together as well, so please like/reply to this post for anything under the cut that interests you for any of my kids! i’ve really missed you, famed <3

minhee

of course, all of these schedules, and the other group ones, are open for threads with lipstick members as a given!! the special mv filming, their fan signs, etc!!

and anyone who wants to do a volunteering thread, yes please! <3 bc muses, minhee is so here to bitch about bc between takes for the documentary... and then she’ll go all i lov my family <3 at the concert like a week later but nvm that.

lipstick are promoting hurt locker from july 15 - august 15, so if that crosses over with any of your muses’ promotional periods, please feel free to hit minhee and me up, because oh god, she is so bored of waiting around backstage at music shows. she’ll happily cause some mischief or assuage any nerves or anything else!

ulsan music festival : for muses in decipher, knight, charm, unity, aria, impulse, fuse, femme fatale or vive! maybe minhee almost makes your muse late for their set, or maybe they have a real heart to heart in the dressing rooms after they catch minhee yelling about her shorts riding up one too many times.

suwon kt wiz supporters festival : for muses in gal.actic or aria! omg hot girl shit here. anyways, minhee hates the outfits lipstick are dressed in here, so she’ll probably be complaining about being a sexy delivery driver. gal.actic muses will have to deal with her asking them to teach her the choreo for fri. sat. sun. because she loves it so much.

daegu chimaek festival : for muses in bee, gal.actic or silhouette! more hot girl shit! bee and silhouette muses please forgive minhee for being a clingy lover of both groups, even into her hag era. same as above applies for gal.actic muses -- idk, part 2: she gets you to film fri. sat. sun. tiktoks with her.

haeundae hite concert : minhee hates their outfits, part 2. loves bee, part 2.

hallyu dream concert : ok i’m not typing out everyone who’s performing here, but if your muse is!! hit up minhee!! she’s got a flannel shirt around her waist that she will be slipping out of and using as a lasso (no one point out to her that she could just... untie it...)

eunah

same again, everything 7rophy-wise obviously is all open for 7rophy members!! dumdi dumdi prep & promo stuff and all that!

volunteering stuff with anyone is open!! & the photoshoot with any other dimensions idols is open too!!

has her solo comeback on july 20th!! basically is promoting nonstop all summer and is . suffering a lot, it’s really hard on her.

chinese international students’ festival : for muses in alien, lucid, silhouette or impulse! eunah is ... not gonna be in a good mood, so pretty much, uh, this (and the other festival 7rophy are performing at), would be pretty good opportunities for maybe some old friends to see the return of bitchy/icy eunah, or for her to shock some new friends with her attitude!!

cheonan world dance festival : for muses in lucid, silhouette or fuse! see above, basically.

dowoon

bc muses come get your x-rays with dowoon!! he’ll hate it!! alternatively, come hang out at the anniversary concert with dowoon!! he’s ok with it!!

someone please come animal shelter volunteering with this boy, he loves animals so so much.

so, charm’s on tour in japan for most of this quarter! charmies ( dowoon says : bleh but you know the way nctzens call dream members the dreamies ... yeah ... ) please hit me up for some dowoon tour bitching. he really hates fallin’ flower. like, more than anything. please indulge his complaints, or totally disagree with him! maybe him and one of the other charmies could have a massive falling out on tour :eyes: drama. he’s just grumpy bc he’s away from wang for so long.

but on the bright side, he loves home;run so much, so on the total flip of the last point, charmies please come have fun with him!! fun, of course, means long hours in the dance studio even after everything is perfect, but like? he’s smiling? so that obviously means it’s fun? even if it isn’t? idk he’s a strange child. or maybe it’s time for fights... again?

hallyu dream concert : again i am not typing out everyone, but if your muse is performing at this concert, dowoon will probably be in desperate need of a break from charm after the quarter he’s had, so come hang out with him!!

seungwoo

my king. the opposite to dowoon’s gremlin ass self. anyways, yes, hi. mars muses, your leader misses you and wants all the threads for twilight era, even if he doesn’t really care about the song very much.

seungwoo in general is just the most in need of plots right now, so if anyone wants a messy ex turned good boy bff or a deep seeded hatred thing from years back or anything, uhhh hmu.

hallyu dream concert : and again!! he’s open for threads here!! let him, idk, extend his leaderly duties to your muse and take care of them if they need something. or maybe there’s a backstage confrontation years in the making?!?!? or, idk, you catch him reading some poems and your muse thinks that’s lame nerd shit.

#flashing gif tw #fmdcall #this is so long im So sorry #anyways im now starting my 10th rewatch of degrassi tng and going through all of minhee's woefully belated dms

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I want to watch the Mandalorian (pt. 2)

Because once started, we might as well continue. We’re gonna watch the animated clone wars movie. all I remember of this is that it wasn’t very well liked when it came out 13 (?!) years ago.

(12/29: also, delays due to education, and holiday. but i’m sitting with cake from family member’s birthday, so lets finish this film)

(also, RIP original C3PO and Darth Vader, you will be missed by many)

ONWARD:

- half of me hopes that Jabba reproduces asexually. the other half is wondering who his son’s mum is... okay, the expected/got for the son of jabba was pretty god.

i like how anakin interacts with little stinky. you see how he dislikes having to deal with it in the first place, but just accepts it as time goes by. hes empathetic with stinky being ill, and doesnt withhold medicine.

(i’m having a hard time coming to grips with the idea that this man becomes darth vader)

- okay, i’m enjoying the banter between kenobi and skywalker. its starting off a lot better than before. (I share the same views of myself teaching as anakin...)

Anakin Hair Rating: 4/5 stars, this isn’t terrible. i like the floofy hair of the 2008 era. reminds me of daniel radcliffe in HP4.

- i’m actually liking anakin in this. he’s got a decent personality. Ahsoka is fun playing on his personality as well. i’m also enjoying the different style of using a lightsaber she’s got. while most are using it like a sword, she seems to use it more like a dagger. (I’m not familiar with, like, actual sword fighting, so forgive me on the non-specifics, like everyone seems to use theirs more like a club or baseball bat, whereas she holds it differently, and makes different moves with it.). huh, please dont let this be a learn from the younger generation (Future Loop: it isn’t thankfully...) it might be an actual buddy cop movie, esquee. (Future Loop: not quite)

- i love kenobi negotiating surrender... the sheer amount of big dick energy on the man to do that whole scene is amazing. (padme, i’m questioning your life choices again.. ) (future loop: I’m trying to find a gif of this, and apparently this is not the first, nor the last time he will pull this move, which makes it even more ballsy)

- Ventress? that’s a weird name... I like her look though, its quite fun.

(the actual linguistics of it, i mean. half of me wants to go into a Among Us tangent (we’ll see) (Hello, and welcome to my tangent - so like, in among us, the imposters are venters, but by that logic, is it only the male imposters, and the female imposters are ventresses?)

- i’m kind of digging the political ridiculousness of this movie. i feel like jabba wouldnt be lead by the nose like this. he’s a big guy in charge of a lot of things. him just accepting things people say as fact seems counterintuitive, but its fun to watch.

i honestly dont know how the hutts stay in power. they are a dictatorship of morons. why on earth would you talk about your evil plan, and not SEAL/LOCK THE DOORS INTO THE ROOM?!?!

i usually have a good idea of how a story will end. but i dont here, which is nice. as its a war movie (technically), i can see it successfully ending either way. (Future Loop: alright, now that Ziro has been officially introduced, i’m gonna assume the jedi win this little skirmish, as I doubt we see him again.)

so anakin definitley doesnt go to kill jabba, but his daughter definitely does 20-30 years later...

-also, palpatine is in such a good spot politically. like, ��i know what i plan on doing, but lets actively sit in on what the opposing side is doing to be three steps ahead of them”

OVERALL:

- the fucking remixed the intro music: review of it, i’m unimpressed. sounds like they lengthened the beginning, which makes it just feel really slow.

- i like the animation, it is very stylized, which makes it enjoyable to see.

- the story felt like it should have just been a 3 part tv show intro. there was enough background, but the characters failed to approach anything remotely arc related.

(NOTES: so, apparently there is a tv series that’s going to be watched for this too... for 20-ish minutes per episode, i think i’ll try to include 5-6 per post, because a post per episode is kind of insane, and a season per post will end up killing me.)

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January 24, 2021: Speed Racer (2008) (Part 1)

Car Action Weekend Concludes!

Anime! As I’m sure Tumblr is aware, Japan’s most famous television format has spread far and wide, especially in the United States. It started on American TV with Astro Boy in 1963. A few series premiered after that, but one of the series that made the biggest splash was a little show about a boy, his girlfriend, his friend, his father, his little brother, and his little brother’s chimpanzee.

Oh, also cars or something.

Mach GoGoGo, AKA Speed Racer in the USA, was a classic series about car racing, with wacky enemies, crazy cars, and about a year’s worth of runtime. Still, it lasted for YEARS, to the extent that I remember watching it at some point in the early 2000s! But I didn’t grow up with it. The Wachowskis, however, might have.

Oh yeah, it’s THESE gals. Directors and creators of the Matrix, the Wachowskis were looking to direct a more family-friendly movie, and hopped onto a Speed Racer adaptation that’d been in development for years. Since 1992, Warner Bros had been trying to bring the enigmatic racecar driver to life, with Johnny Depp as the lead...in 1995.

He left, though, and actors Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Shia LaBeouf, and Zac Efron would be considered over the years. For the director, Julien Temple, Gus Van Sant, Alfonso Cuaron, and Hype Williams were recommended. Eventually, though, the Wachowskis would accept the job, and Emile Hirsch was brought into the project, alongside a surprising cast. But, we’ll get there.

So why Speed Racer for this month? Why not save this for Sports November? Or, better yet, why watch this at all? Honestly...I wanted to do this one. Mostly because in recent years, it’s become controversial with reviewers and critics. Why? Well, lets get into it, rather than explain here! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

Speed Racer - yes, Speed Racer (Emile Hersch), that is his ACTUAL NAME - is awaiting an upcoming race, when we get a glimpse into his past. A distracted kid at school, much to the dismay of his mother, Mom (Susan Sarandon), he’s not doing great at school, thinking only about races and his brother, Rex (Scott Porter).

In a legitimately neat touch, he daydreams being in a race, with the original Speed Racer theme song playing in the background. His daydream is bright and colorful, and looks like it’s drawn by a little kid. Which is funny, because the entire movie has a cartoon aesthetic, it turns out.

We’ll see if I get used to THAT. He gets in the car with Rex, and they go to the RIDICULOUS racetrack, holy shit. It’s like Mario Kart in here. From the track, we transition to the modern day. The world is watching, as Speed Racer tears up the track, and also as I GET A SEIZURE GAAAAAAAAH. This is an insanely colorful world with some very confusing and complicated visuals. This movie is...something, that’s for sure.

During the race, we find out that something happened to Rex 8 years ago, during which Rex set the track record. We also meet his girlfriend, Trixie (Christina Ricci), father, Pops (John Goodman), brother Spritle (Pauline Litt), and...chimpanzee, Chim Chim (Willy and Kenzie, interchangeably, YES I CREDITED THE CHIMPS). Speed Racer. I keep forgetting that this is Speed Racer.

More flashbacks to the past show us how Trixie and Speed met, as well as a STRAIGHT UP MURDER ATTEMPT WHAT

Whoof; cutthroat business, that racing stuff. Rex leaves Racer Motors as a result, and leaves Speed his car, apparently turning to the dark side by taking out other racers with increasingly dirty tactics. This lasted until a brutal crash that apparently killed him. But, if you know your Speed Racer mythos even a little...

Back to the race, where Speed is about to beat his brother’s record, but purposely slows down just enough. In any case, he wins the race, as a shadowy figure that totally isn’t his alive brother watches on.

The next morning, the family, Trixie, and road manager Sparky (Kick Gurry) are having breakfast. They’re interrupted by E.P. Arnold Royalton, esq. (Roger Allam), an executive who’s come to recruit Speed, proposing to act as a sponsor for not just Speed, but for Racer Motors. While Pops isn’t inclined to sign up with a big company, Royalton’s offer is intriguing enough for them to go to MY EYES!!!!

OH CHRIST MY EYES WHAT THE HELL

OK, look, this film is gorgeous, and also looks like Robert Rodriguez’s imagination vomited all over the screen. Seriously, I appreciate the artistry here, but...OW. And this ENTIRE SEQUENCE is an exercise in my visual tolerance for 2008-era graphics and ridiculously bright colors.

The Racers are taken for a dizzying journey through Royalton Industries, and my entire brain is melting, God. After the tour, Pops tells Royalton that, while his money intimidates him, he’s open to an alliance between RI and Racer Motors. And then, we transition from the bright and poppy world of Royalton Industries, to -

YO WHAT??? Talk about a complete opposite tone! This crime boss, Cruncher Block (John Benfield), is beating and torturing a driver, Taejo (Rain), and he’s pretty obviously bloodied. Before feeding Taejo’s hands to his pet CGI piranhas (yes, really), they’re interrupted. Also, did I mention that this office is INSIDE OF A MOVING TRUCK WHAT.

The intruder is the mysterious Racer X (Matthew Fox), who takes down their battle truck with his car’s weaponry. And I gotta say, this is a neat, if extremely wacky, battle sequence. Cruncher throws Taejo out of the truck, only for Racer X to save him and try to recruit him to stop Cruncher. He might be a bit of a vigilante, it would seem.

While Speed and Trixie have a romantic getaway - which is spoiled by an intruding Spritle and Chim Chim - a shady deal between Royalton and a competitor is taking place, revealing that he isn’t entirely on the up-and-up. The next day, Speed meets with Royalton, thinking on signing the contracts. He decides not to, citing an interaction with his father from shortly after Rex’s death, and stating that he couldn’t abandon his family like that.

Royalton’s not very happy about that, though, and taps into his inner Tim Curry something FIERCE. He monologues on the invention of the modern racing league, as well as the financial implications of races through history. In other words, racing’s about power and money, and he reveals that races like the Grand Prix are rigged from the get-go. And SMACK-DAB in the middle of that villain monologue:

A sugar high. The editing of this film is hyperactive, I swear. Forgot to mention that Spritle and Chim Chim snuck into RI with Speed to steal candy - yes, really - and discover that the cars being built by RI have dirty tricks literally built in. Speed turns Royalton down, and Royalton tells him that Speed won’t win or even place in the next race, which we cut to immediately.

Taejo from earlier is racing, and gets in a crash that he somehow survives? Speed also crashes and loses, as predicted by Royalton, which destroys the Mach 6. This leads to Racer Motors being sued for copyright infringement, disgracing them in the media. He also speaks to Ben Burns (Richard Roundtree), one of his racing heroes, and finds out that his classic race was indeed rigged in his failure. This, of course, breaks Speed’s racing spirit.

After a pep talk from Mom, Racer Motors gets a visit from Racer X and Inspector Detector (Benny Furmann), who ask Speed for help. Taejo’s asked them for help, but only if Racer X and Speed help. Unfortunately, the race is on the same dangerous track that Rex died on. However, if they win, it will cause trouble for the crime boss Crusher and his secret ally, Royalton. While Pops fiercely objects, Speed goes in secret, with Trixie as support.

Speed finally wears the classic Speed Race outfit while in the classic car, they go to the race track, and I STROKE OUT AGAIN GODDAMIVWHBROVQJQ

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And somehow THIS IS ONLY HALF OF THE GODDAMN MOVIE. See you in Part 2!

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jyvurentropyblog · 3 years

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How To Choose a POV?

One of my writer friends asked me to write something about POV. She didn’t have a specific question, but basically asked if I might cover the different types of POVs and which ones work better in certain circumstances.

Well, like I told her, this is going to be a VERY biased post. I am incredibly partial to third limited. I choose third limited almost every story I write.

Let me start by explaining the different POVs.

First Person: Uses the pronoun I

“I went to the store.”

Second Person: Uses the pronoun You

“First you need to go to the store, get some eggs and vanilla extract.”

Second person is rare in fiction. It is most often used in non-fiction books that include instructions, or recipes, or other how-to guides.

Every once in awhile, a writer will be really artsy-fartsy and use second person in fiction.

Second person in fiction would look like this:

“You go to the store. You see a long line of people. You sigh and shuffle down the aisle.”

One notable example of second person in non-artsy-fartsy fiction would be the choose your own adventure books.

Third Person: Uses third-person pronouns such as “She/He/They/Ze/etc

“Ze went to the store.”

But within third-person you have two options:

Third Limited or Third Omniscient

With third limited, readers are privy to the thoughts and feelings of only one character per chapter or scene. A story can still have multiple POVs, but within a scene or chapter, the POV remains only with one character.

In my novel ‘Desire and Destruction’, I alternate POVs every other chapter. So it goes one chapter in Cole’s POV and one chapter in Ingrid’s POV. When we’re in a Cole chapter, we can see what Ingrid does, but not what she thinks or feels. We can not see into her head. And the reverse is true when we’re in an Ingrid chapter.

With third omniscient, there is a god-like narrator who is looking into the minds of ALL the characters. This narrator is often somewhat detached and may look down on certain characters and praise other characters. Basically, it isn’t that deep-third that we get with third-limited. The narrator often has their own personality and way of viewing the characters. Within any scene, the narrator can relate the thoughts, feelings, or backstory of any character.

I do not recommend third omniscient. As I covered in my last post, very few people have the skill to know when to use it AND how to pull it off effectively. Most stories are not enhanced by third omniscient. I’m not saying you should never use it, but don’t jump in and give it a whirl just because a lot of the old classics use this style.

Remember the time period that was hard AF for third-limited also experimented with narrative style to the point that Frankenstein is told via letters by someone who has nothing to do with the story and just happened to meet Dr. Frankenstein out in the wilderness. It’s a summary of a summary. Wuthering Heights is told exclusively in conversations between the housekeeper and a tenant, neither of whom are main characters. Look.....the classics of the Romantic and Victorian era were....on some real other shit. Writing like the classics isn’t always a solid plan.

So that’s my extreme cautioning against third omniscient. I just don’t think it adds anything to most stories and is far too likely to jar or confuse readers and come across as head-hopping.

But third-limited on the other hand....

I ADORE third-limited. Let me explain why I like it.

You get all the perks of first person AND all the perks of third-person. You can be somewhat detached, but you still get a front row seat to the thoughts and feelings of one character at a time. When you really pull off a nice deep-third, you’re fully immersed in the character’s inner world, but there’s still a bit of a buffer. You still aren’t writing AS the character.

Here is a section of my book ‘Combustion’ in third-limited where I was going for deep-third.

~The flame birthed itself at the end of the match. It danced, red and orange, against the backdrop of the still night. Rachel opened her mouth as wide as she could, until the corners of her lips were stretched as far as they would go. She made sure that her mouth was a wide, round circle. Just like the man on fire. Probably just like Mary Reeser had done. She was going to spontaneously combust. She would do it now.

And she could stop waiting for it to happen. She was never going to have to be afraid of it happening again. It was all about to be over. Rachel watched the flame slide down lower, burning away at the wood of the match. It was going to reach her hand soon, so she had to do this fast. Spontaneous Human Combustion started inside the body.

Rachel understood why the man on fire had his mouth wide open.

There wasn't any time left.

Rachel took the match and placed it into her open mouth.~

It’s in third-person, but it’s still written in a way where we can feel her fear, her confusion, her dissociation. We can see her reasoning. Of course, her reasoning is flawed. She should not be trying to make herself spontaneously combust JUST so that she can stop being afraid of it happening.

So how do you know if you should choose third-limited or first? (because third omniscient and second person should rarely be used). Well, I’m biased, and I believe third-limited works well for most stories.

That being said, I have chosen first person for two of my stories. One is my now shelved manuscript ‘Femcel’ which I will eventually be rewriting and it will be retitled ‘Pick Me.’ The other is my collab story with Emily Hurricane ‘When The Darkness Takes Us.’

For ‘When The Darkness Takes Us’ I had a very specific reason for choosing first person. This character is a self-insert. It’s a fictionalized account of something very difficult I went through semi-recently.

So I suppose I’d say, when it’s a really emotional story with strong voice, first person may be a better choice. When it’s a very personal story, first person may be a better choice. When you’re writing a character who rants and raves and switches gears mid-thought-stream so quickly that a third-person narrator wouldn’t do it justice-it would only slow the stream-of-consiousness down.

I also chose first person for my book ‘Femcel’ which is not currently online, because I need to make some changes to it.

Here is an excerpt from ‘Femcel.’

~If every single day was a day off from work with Sailor Moon dvds and an entire pickle pizza all to myself, well, then I think life would be a-okay. Today has been great. I cleaned my room and then I pulled out my trusty Sailor Moon box set. Auntie and Mom-mom are both at work, so nobody to bug me about what I'm eating. I ordered a large pizza and I got the owner on the phone when the new guy didn't understand that they can put pickles on a pizza. It isn't on the menu, but they do it for me all the time.

I told him, "You charge me for a pepperoni pizza and tell the guy cooking it to put on pickles. Ask Jim. He always does it." But the guy still thought I was full of it.

Eventually they sorted it out though. And yeah, I know it's bad to eat an entire large pizza myself. Don't go thinking I'm a total pig. I only eat like this when I watch anime.

Usually I don't eat enough. Mom-mom says I'm too thin and she isn't wrong. If I lay on my stomach too long at night, my ribs start to hurt. I'm the only woman in my family with a stick body. Everybody else has nice curves. I barely have boobs and my butt is flat. I tried doing squats for awhile, but when nothing much happened, I figured it was probably all nonsense. You know? A placebo.

It's only four in the afternoon, but already it's getting dark. I hate winter. Especially once Christmas is over. I feel so upset and anxious every day in that long dead span of winter, January through March, when there's nothing to look forward to and it feels like the world just dead ass stopped. Sludge in every parking lot. Everything is cold and wet. Kek. And it's the middle of January. Top kek. (I mean that sarcastically. Obviously).~

I chose first for Ana’s story, because I imagined her as this very voicey character with this sweet and sarcastic personality. She’s also incredibly immature (which does make sense since she’s in her very early 20s) and I felt that youth and naiveté would across more strongly in first person.

So....what’s the hard and fast rule for deciding between third-limited and first?

I....uh....

I wish I could tell you lol

Like my last post about balancing dialogue with other storytelling elements, I have to say, I just play it by ear.

I will say, I think every writer should figure out early on which POV they prefer to write in. Try them all out. Try writing the same scenes in first and third and see which one you like better.

I did this while I was getting my B.A in Creative Writing and after several rounds of playing with third-limited and first, I discovered I’m incredibly partial to third-limited.

That doesn’t mean there isn’t any room for first. Like I said, I realized first was the better choice for two of my WIPs. But knowing that third-limited is my default style, I always have a starting point. I start most stories in third-limited and it’s only when third-limited starts to feel....well...limiting that I give first a whirl.

In the end, it’s about what YOU as the writer are most comfortable with. Some people say it depends on the story you want to tell, and I agree to an extent, but at the same time, if you hate writing in first person and you try to force it, the story may suffer for it. For years, I wrote exclusively in third-limited before I was comfortable enough to test out first person.

Third-limited and first both accomplish different things. First person has more voice and immediacy, while third-person allows a writer to be more poetic and detached.

Which POV do you like best? When you experiment with both POVs, which allows your story to come to life more?

There’s no real rule of thumb.

Like everything with writing, it’s all a matter of intuition; following your gut and looking at every story as a unique experience.

I know that was wishy-washy, but it’s the best I can do while still being honest!

There just aren’t any true absolutes with writing.

Good luck fellow writers <3

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honeypwark · 4 years

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[ Back In Town ]

↳ Pre-Debut era

↳ Kiryoung meets up with a friend. They go out to eat. He’s incredibly excited to get to train with her.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kiryoung knocks on the door three times then takes a step back. She rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet anxiously as she waits for someone to answer the door.

The boy that opens the door is very tall, probably around the height of the boy she’s here for, "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Hi,” she greets quietly then clears her throat, speaking louder, “Is Soobin here? Choi Soobin?"

"Who are you?"

"I’m a friend of Soobin."

"I'll go get him for you. Wait here."

Kiryoung does wait for a moment then she has an idea and steps forward to press her back flat against the wall beside the door. A few moments later, when the door is pulled open against and a boy steps through, Kiryoung goes unnoticed as she moves behind him silently.

"Hello?”

Kiryoung smacks her hands down on Soobin’s shoulders and shouts, "Surprise!"

Soobin jumps and spins around to see Kiryoung doing jazz hands at him.

"Kiko!"

"Binnie!"

Soobin scoops Kiryoung up into a hug without hesitation, wrapping his arms around her middle and lifting her off the ground. Kiryoung has her own arms wrapped around Soobin’s shoulders. The pair laughs joyously as Soobin spins them around.

He sets her down on the ground, "You didn’t tell me you were visiting Seoul.”

"I have been for a week."

"Excuse me?!"

"Don't get mad just yet," Kiryoung says quickly. "You know how BigHit started accepting female trainees again?"

Soobin’s jaw drops and eyes widen, "No way."

"Yes way! I'm a trainee again! Surprise!"

"Oh my god! That's amazing!"

They hug again, smiles not leaving either of their faces since they first laid eyes on one another.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"How did your audition go? Well, obviously it went well since you’ve been accepted, but what did you audition with?"

"You know that song I made last year around New Years?"

"Yeah."

"It's not exactly title track worthy, but the fact that I made the song and perfectly showcased my stellar rapping skills got me back in," Kiryoung says, flipping her hair over her shoulder jokingly.

Soobin laughs and takes another piece of kimbap. The two good friends sit across from one another at a kimbap restaurant, sharing a meal and catching up.

While Kiryoung had been a trainee at BigHit, she and Soobin never met because Soobin joined the company in 2016, a year after BigHit stopped training girls. When Kiryoung stopped training, she remained in Seoul to finish middle school and continue to high school. In order to lessen the burden on her parents, she decided to get a job working as a tutor. That’s how she met Soobin.

Soobin moved to Seoul from Ansan to train and even dropped out of high school to do so. However, he still wanted to eventually test to get his high school diploma, so he studied on his own without attending an actual school. Soon, he needed a tutor to help him understand what he was learning, so the company Kiryoung worked for assigned her to him.

They were both unbearably awkward at first due to not knowing one another and Kiryoung’s shyness, but eventually Soobin took the initiative to ask to meet up and get to know one another as friends. From there, they learned they had a lot in common and got along well quickly. Tutoring sessions became much easier. They’d meet four times a week for tutoring and often go do something afterwards or meet up to hang out outside of their scheduled times. They considered one another best friends.

However, six months ago, Kiryoung’s grandmother fell sick and Kiryoung’s parents moved her back home to be with her after she was given a fatal diagnosis. Soobin and Kiryoung still maintained their schedule as best they could, video calling for their tutoring sessions and texting daily. When her grandmother finally did pass away, Kiryoung turned to Soobin for comfort, not wanting to put more of a burden on her also grieving parents. It’s been four months since Kiryoung’s grandmother died, and now Kiryoung is back in Seoul.

“Do you think you’ve still got it?” Soobin asks. “That’s not a taunt, I’m just wondering. It has been... what? Three years?”

“I think I’ll be okay,” she says. “I’ve been making songs and singing and rapping pretty regularly. Though I will have to get used to dancing again.”

“And will you be okay with the other female trainees?”

“I’m not as painfully shy as I used to be. I mean, I still am pretty shy, but I can talk to people I don’t know without mumbling anymore. But I don’t think there’s any other girls yet.”

“Really?”

“Well, BigHit tried to keep it lowkey for right now. They held open auditions for two days in Seoul, but not a lot of people knew about it. By the time word got out that ‘BTS’s company’ is accepting girls again, auditions were closed. As far as I know, I was the only one accepted.”

“Well, good, now I don’t have to share you with anyone,” Soobin says, taking a bite of food.

Kiryoung laughs, “And we’ll spend a lot more time together since I’ll be taking all my lessons with the male trainees.”

“Huh?” Soobin says, mouth full of kimbap.

“Gross,” she comments and he covers his mouth with his hand, “And there’s no other female trainees, so I’ll be training with boys.”

“Okay, today is literally the best day ever,” Soobin says, coughing as he swallows his food too quickly to be able to speak.

Kiryoung pushes his water cup toward him, “Only if you don’t choke.”

Soobin takes a gulp of water quickly, “Okay, but seriously. You don’t understand how happy I am that you’re back in Seoul and training under BigHit again and I get to train with you now! Yeonjun has said that you were, like, the best female trainee and now I get to see it in person!”

Kiryoung laughs shyly at the compliment and how Soobin raises his voice in excitement.

A thought crosses her mind and she speaks quietly, “You will introduce me to the other trainees, right? I might recognize some of them but...”

”Of course, I will,” Soobin promises her seriously. “You’re my best friend, I’m not going to leave you out to dry.”

“Okay. I’ve just been gone a while and worried you’d... I don’t know, replaced me, or something.”

“Are you kidding? We’re practically psychically linked at this point, no one could replace that.”

Kiryoung leans forward on the table and looks seriously into Soobin’s eyes, “What am I thinking about right now?”

Soobin leans forward as well, brows together as he concentrates, “... frogs.”

Kiryoung maintains eye contact then looks away in defeat, “... dammit.“

Soobin laughs victoriously, despite the answer only being Kiryoung’s favorite animal.

They fall into comfortable silence and eat more of the kimbap they’d ordered.

The thing about Kiryoung and Soobin’s friendship is that they don’t need to talk when they’re together. There have been times when they’ve hung out and only greeted and said goodbye to one another. They’ve video called and just done schoolwork in silence. Sometimes the only thing they require from each other is one another’s company.

“I missed this,” Soobin quietly speaks up after a short while.

“Me, too,” Kiryoung agrees softly.

“But my best friends back!” he sings.

Kiryoung laughs.

“Now all that’s left is for you to debut with me.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“What? It’s BigHit’s style. Look at BTS.”

“It’s not BigHit’s style when they only have two active musical acts.”

“Let me dream, Kiko.”

“I’m trying to be realistic.”

“Well, stop it.”

“One of us has to be the smart one.”

“I’m smart.”

“Of course, you are, Binnie.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

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