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zanephillips · 2 months
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Do Começo ao Fim (2009) dir. Aluizio Abranches
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neitherabaron · 1 year
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Really looking forward to the Chris Pine D&D movie, and I want to share some love for the original attempt at a D&D film from 2000!
Make no mistake, this is a so-bad-it’s-good film, with digital effects that are ropey as hell (especially when you consider that Fellowship of the Ring was already in post-production in 2000), a plot so disjointed it barely exists, (including a final battle that the main characters don’t even really take part in) and staggering levels of camp.
But it’s fucking charming.
Jeremy Irons (Scar from The Lion King) is the villain, an evil archmage who wants to overthrow an (not particularly benevolent anyway) empire with a plan that is never really clear but involves dragons?
Just look at this guy:
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:readmore:
He walks about like that for the whole film, waggling his fingers slowly so you know he’s the baddie. He has an office where all the furniture and decor is made of human skulls and bones (a real location; I believe it’s a church somewhere?) and likes swooping his cape about. And Jeremy Irons himself is so bored, it’s hilarious. I seem to remember that in the dvd extras he’s interviewed alongside Gary Gygax and pretty much expresses open disdain for the whole process. He’s a serious actor! This is beneath him!
Elsewhere on the supporting cast, we have a henchman with spiky armour and inexplicably blue lips that are always pouting in a way that seems vaguely sexual; Tom Baker(!) as a wood elf Druid who only exists in order to say something vaguely mystic about dragons for 20 seconds before disappearing forever; and Richard O’Brien in full fey bastard mode as a camp thieves’ guild master who challenges the party to…find a crystal…in a deadly maze filled with traps and puzzles. Like in that game show he used to present…I forget the name. I wanna say Diamond Labyrinth? 😂
As for the party, it’s all delightfully one-note characters. We’ve got a rogue? bard? who goes from being a selfish dickhead to altruistic freedom fighter on a dime. Some dialogue suggests he’s some kind of chosen one, but the plot never actually explores or resolves that. Then there’s a wizard who doesn’t like poor people, an elf fighter who doesn’t like anyone, a dwarf who’s so out of it he barely knows he’s there and is never given any character motivation to explain why he’s travelling with these guys; and some dude called Snails, whose personality is…he’s scared? Basically Shaggy without Scooby.
These guys have to save a princess from Jeremy Irons, who wants to kill her because she has friendly dragons or something. But here’s the great thing: the party have very little reason to want to rescue her (most of them as non-mages are actively oppressed and even enslaved by the ruling mage class of which she is the figurehead) and they never actually *meet* her until the very end of the film, after the evil archmage has pretty much already been defeated - by the princess and her dragons btw, not the party, who basically teleport a magic wand to her and then just watch.
They rescue her because in order for the film to be a film, there needs to be an end goal, even if it’s totally arbitrary. And that’s what I love. Isn’t that just so reflective of a slightly haphazard campaign of Dungeons & Dragons with a party that’s hastily thrown together?
And there are more similarities that compound this feeling of watching some randoms play a home campaign. The plot as I mentioned is disjointed. It’s not a series of events that flows or has any kind of pacing - the movie is a series of 15 minute adventures that don’t really connect to each other or build to the ending. As if the director is a dungeon master arbitrarily stringing together modular adventure sourcebooks! Let’s storm a castle for reasons! Great, now let’s raid a tomb. No, I don’t know why. At one point a party member just bounces from the plot and is never seen again, just like that player in your group who never shows up and you all just move on.
It’s like the writers transcribed a home campaign, warts and all, into script form and then somehow successfully pitched it as a B-movie. Though the Chris Pine version will doubtlessly be a much better movie, Dungeons & Dragons (2000) is perhaps the most accurate possible dramatic presentation of D&D as it actually is in practice for most people playing it. What could be more charming than that?
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midwestmade29 · 5 months
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Choose Me (Part 2)
Christmas writing prompt: #20 (A couple broken up get invited to a Christmas party) Word count: 1,026 Divider by: @benkeibear Be sure to check out @madhatterbri’s [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!
No warnings really…just lots of angst 😂
Side note: I’m still trying to find the perfect GIF of Christian for this post 😭
The plot certainly thickens in part 2 😳
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Christian looked as handsome as ever dressed in his black suit. You let out a dry laugh when you saw the silver tie he was wearing, which coincidentally matched what you were wearing perfectly. Kris stood behind you, staring daggers right into Christian. “Hi Kris.” He said plainly. “Hey Captain douche!” Kris yelled. Christian cleared his throat before speaking to you again, “That’s a really great dress. Is it new?” You scoffed and immediately snapped back “That’s a really nice watch you have on. I know that’s not new.” You could hear Kris snickering behind you, while Christian instinctively looked down at his wrist where the watch you bought him for his last birthday was. You could tell that he was embarrassed still holding onto something from when the two of you were together, you almost felt bad for being so harsh. Almost. “Look Y/N, I wanted to find you so we could talk. If you have a minute, I’d like…” was all he could say before he was interrupted by his date. Shayna (Wayne) linked her arm with Christian’s and smiled at you with disdain. She was well aware of what she was doing when she whispered something into Christian’s ear, keeping her eyes locked on you the whole time. It took a lot for you not to roll your eyes at her, but you didn’t want to give her that satisfaction.
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Shayna and Christian had dated long before you and him had gotten together. She had her claws dug deep into him, manipulating him to stay with her since he was mentoring her son. In reality, that was only part of the reason. She enjoyed being Christian’s arm candy and being in the spotlight the storyline between the 3 of them provided. She used him for her own personal gain. When you first met Christian, he was clearly unhappy and broken down. Everything was complicated and messy between him and Shayna that it was no surprise he eventually ended things with her. When you and Christian started spending time together, he seemed so much happier and certainly better off. He was a completely different person! The two of you breathed life into one another and fell completely head over heels. As the months passed, you and Christian officially became a couple, and were inseparable! You knew starting a relationship with him would be tricky, but you dove in headfirst and never looked back. You hated that Shayna and Christian had a history, but you also knew you couldn’t change it. Whenever they were slated to work together for the sake of the storyline, you couldn’t help but be resentful towards her. You always had your suspicions about her and her intentions, even when she claimed she had no interest in Christian anymore.
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You absolutely hate the way she treats him and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re a little jealous of her too. Shayna is everything you’re not. Tall, blonde, and basically living breathing perfection. She turned heads whenever she walked into a room, and she used that to her advantage. Your insecurities about yourself were always at an all-time high whenever she was around, which only made you resent her more. Somewhere along the line of you and Christian being ridiculously happy together, she managed to rip him away from you. To this day, thinking about how fast everything went down still makes your head spin! Clearly your relationship with Christian wasn’t as solid as you thought it was, or else he would be at the party with you tonight instead. When he left you for her, he took a huge piece of your heart with him. You’ll never forget the agony you felt when he left you that night in your apartment and chose her instead. You’re forever grateful to Kris and your friends for trying to piece you back together, even when at times it’s seemed like an impossible task.
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Still today, you’re not sure what she said or did to get Christian back. That part haunts you. Other than her looks and business cred, what does she have that you don’t? As hard as you try to convince yourself that the two of them deserve each other, you just can’t let Christian go. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Christian asked. You didn’t even realize you were so lost in thought or notice that Shayna had walked away. “Yes, yeah, I’m fine. Where’s Shayna?” “She told me she wanted me to introduce her to some of the Warner Brothers execs that are here tonight, and I told her that I was trying to talk to you. She got mad and stormed off, she’s probably somewhere pouting.” He shrugged. “I see, well you better get back to her then. I’d hate for her to get wrinkles from all that sulking.” You replied, your words dripping with sarcasm. “Would you really hate that?” he asked, and you immediately said “Nope.” causing both of you to burst out in laughter. God how you missed that sound! When you felt your guard slipping the slightest bit, you composed yourself and changed the subject. “Why did you want to talk to me?” “I wanted to explain myself to you. I didn’t get the chance to tell you everything that night in your apartment.” He said sheepishly. “Didn’t get a chance? Didn’t get a chance?! You’ve had months to talk to me and you chose not to. Not even once! You had all the chances in the world, Christian. I will not give you another!” your words were full of venom and pain. The fact that he had the audacity to even bring this up at the company’s Christmas party was absurd!
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“We’re done here!” you said sternly before turning and walking away. “Nice job, jackass!” Kris yelled at Christian. You were certain she said more, but you were too deep in the crowd to hear anything else. When you found an opening in all the people, you took it and made your way towards the exit. As if the night couldn’t get any worse, Shayna suddenly stood in front of you, blocking your way…
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Why yes, yes I did make Shayna Wayne the villain in this story 😂😂😂 (Someone had to do it...right?) Obviously there’s going to be a part 3 since this is turning out to be a whole thing…whoops!
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slxsherwriter · 1 month
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Carry On
Fandom: Minutes to Midnight
Pairing: Gimple x female reader
Word Count: 2,459
Warnings: Weapons made from human bones, art from blood, generalized mentions of violence, mentions of the reader having a prosthetic
Author's Note: Bill's part in this is extremely small, but has that stopped anyone before? Not a chance. This was actually a bit of a fun concept to mess around with in terms of the movie's plot because it was so open. Spoilers for the film ahead, so read with caution. This ended up being just a tad longer than intended. And no, that isn't Otis below, as much as it may appear so 😂
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The bag crinkled, the sound seemingly echoing out in the quiet forest that surrounded. Akin to a bomb going off. One that would have anyone else jittery and nervous as they moved through the dark forest. Another sound, this time far closer to paper ripping and you cursed. Ignoring the fact that you were making loud sounds, you were in the middle of a juggling act when a loud sound whizzed by your ear before a thud sounded. A large arrow stuck out of the tree beside your head. Staring at it, you were speechless for several seconds, the things in your hand dropping to the ground. Blood rushing by your ears as your heart pumped furiously as a result.
“The fuck…” Slowly, you turned and started out into the darkness that surrounded. No movement, no one standing there holding a bow. Frowning, you bent down to pick up everything that you had dropped, pausing every few seconds to continue to look around. There weren't any other sounds or any other arrows.
A crunch of twigs.
“Angus, I swear to god!” You straightened up and found yourself staring at a giant of a man in a mask. Bow in hand, he was simply observing you. On closer inspection, it appeared that the bow was made out of human bones. No arrows were loaded, even if the weapon remained in hand. His head was cocked slightly while watching you, as if daring you to make another move. This time, there was a frustrated sound that came from your throat.
“Are you just going to stand there, or can you please help me pick up this mess?” Tone a lot softer this time around; you waited to see if he would do just that. “I did promise I was going to get you a treat. The sooner we get back to the house, the sooner that you can have it.” Shoulders rolled back a little bit, posture straightening a little further. No further delay, Angus was moving forward and helping you get everything picked up. Silent as always, but that had never bothered you.
“Thank you very much.” He was able to hold more in his massive arms than you were able to in your one now that the bag had ripped. “Useless paper bags. I'll have to remember to bring my own next time. Teaches me to forget my prosthesis. All right, I think that is everything. Let’s get back, shall we?” He nodded and followed behind you, steps measured and careful, lighter than they had the right to be for a man so large.
The stone home came into view after several minutes of walking. Angus knew the trails a little better than you did but you had finally gained enough confidence to do it later in the day. Admittedly, it was later than you would have liked but that was what happened when you had to go two towns over to buy any groceries or supplies. Not that it was something that you would complain about. All three of the occupants were living better now than they had been.
“Any ones that I need to know about?” You asked the hulking figure behind you, pausing long enough to glance back at him and give a proper smile this time. He shook his head with a grunt. No. Good, that made things a little easier. “Are Calypso and Gimple home?” A nod was given this time. Equally as good. Then everyone could get the special treats that you had gotten for them. He barged through the door before turning to catch it with his foot to make sure it didn't slam against you.
The musty smell of the small lodgings hit you full in the face. If you hadn't been used to it already, it likely would have caused a few gags. No other sounds drifted through the area.
“Okay,” you offered as you set down what you had in your arm. “I'm going to get everything away and not make you do it. Here, this is for you.” You handed him over an entire pack of chocolate chip muffins. A happy sound left him as he snatched it quickly from your grasp before stepping close and pulling you into a crushing hug.
“You're welcome, big man.” The words came out laughed. “I'll find your sister and your brother after, so no need to go looking and send them in. Just go and enjoy your muffins.” He moved off to wherever it was that he wanted to go, leaving you on your own to start putting the groceries away. Mainly non-perishable since you did not trust the refrigerator that was in the corner. It was good enough for water but anything else? Questionable. Humming lightly to yourself, a habit that had been developed long ago when you found yourself on your own. Cans stacked safely where they wouldn't get crushed, jars tucked away just as carefully. It was always a game of would things get eaten or destroyed first and coming up with new plans to try and negate the latter effects. The presents for the other two were left out since there was little reason to shove them away. The door creeping open signalled the arrival of someone else. Likely, it would be Calypso. Gimple could never keep that quiet long enough to make you think that he was one of his siblings. Turning, you saw that you were right as the woman was creeping forward and eyeing the table.
“I see that you ran into Angus,” you laughed before reaching on top of the counter. Fresh strawberries and some shortcakes were produced. While it lacked whip cream, it was never something that seemed to bother the woman. Sweet, light, and a little fresh. “These are for you.” She took them with glee, an obvious smile present even around the mask. Unlike Angus, there wasn't any delay. She plopped her ass down on one of the beds, carefully positioning herself sideways so you couldn't fully view her face, before removing the mask and happily popping a strawberry into her mouth. The enjoyment from such simple gifts was always a pleasure to see. It wasn't like it was some big grand gesture. But, you had known how the siblings had always been treated and the fact that even such simple gestures had lacked through so much of their lives.
“I take it Gimple is downstairs?” She shook her head before pointing to the small connected building. His room, right. “Thanks, Calypso. Enjoy your treat.” Gathering up the remaining goodies, you headed in the direction that you had been pointed.
There wasn't much sound coming from the room, which itself was a little unusual. Knocking to announce your presence, a few seconds ticked by before the risk of opening the door was taken. Gimple wouldn't harm you, of that you were one hundred percent certain. But catching him off guard still wasn't something that should be done. The room was as quiet as it had been from the outside, Gimple settled on the bed with a sketchbook in his hands. A difference from the usual chaotic nature of his artwork down in the basement. Enough so that it caught you off guard for a few seconds. He didn't bother looking up from where his hand was flying over the page.
“Brought some treats back from the latest trip.” You would have expected him downstairs, prepping for tomorrow night. But, maybe there was some logic to the madness. He paused finally, just long enough to look up and give a small grin.
“Wasn't sure you were coming back.” You rolled your eyes, taking it as an invitation to finally move forward and settle beside him on the bed, though you knew better than to peek at what he was working on before he was ready to show it. Nudging him slightly since the pencil was away from the paper and there wasn't a risk of causing damage to what he was working on, you found yourself laughing.
“Yeah, because a trip to grab some groceries is what is going to do it. With my arm left behind and everything.” He hummed.
“It's still downstairs.” You hadn't brought it down to the basement but that wasn't worth asking about right then. While the current exchange was all a joke, you knew part of it still stemmed from some level of insecurity. By him and by the others. With the way that you had all grown up, they couldn't exactly be blamed. Finally, a low chuckle came from him and the sketchbook was set aside. Evidence that he was ready to receive what you had brought back with you. A new packet of colored pencils and a packet of his favorite spicy pretzels. He wasn't much one for sweets compared to his siblings. A little extra something for him.
“I should ask if you rigged it up again but I'm not going to and instead give you what I got you.” Eagerly, he took the proffered items. Stretching your legs out, you got yourself comfortable beside him now that he wasn't working. “You guys ready for tomorrow night?” The crumble of the pack told you that it was being opened without having to see it, eyes slipping shut now that you were back in the safety of the old employee lodging and beside him.
“Yeah, we’re ready. Angus has a few new toys he wants to try out.” An artist in his own way, of sorts. The weapons that he was capable of making out of bone were rather impressive. As long as you weren't on the receiving end. Ingenious really. “You're staying in here, right?” The inflection of the question meant that there was only one right answer. You gave his thigh a small squeeze.
“Of course. Wouldn't think of being anywhere else on a night like that. Know it’s the safest place to be. I have a book to read so I'll be able to keep myself plenty busy.” His body slouched a little further against the wall, your head dipping further along with it. “You just make sure that you are careful, please.”
“We'll be fine.” Every year they were. And had been for as long as recent memory went. But, you know that there was always a little risk that someone would end up causing trouble. One day, they would come across the wrong person, someone who was capable of fending for themselves. A thought that you did not relish. Nightmare inducing. Not that you were going to say that to Gimple.
“I know you are all more than capable. I just worry.” He kissed your temple with a laugh.
“Ain't anything you gotta worry about. Long as you stay here and behave.” Like you would dream of going out on New Year's Eve. Not a chance in hell. “You know what to do when Dad shows up.”
“Of course.”
“Then we are all set.” Trust him to think that it was just as simple as that. Every year it often was, then again you were always the only one that ended up planning for the bad and the unforeseen. As much as possible. Leaning into the touch more, you tried your best to let the odd feeling go. Worry was always a little normal before the big day but something just didn't feel right. “Besides, already got the girls. Just missing one. So everything will be nice and easy tomorrow night. That means, stop worrying your head off about it. Eat a fucking pretzel.” He shoved the bag in your direction, causing you to smile. Nodding, it forced you to remove your hand from his thigh to be able to take the offered gift. His hand came to grip the back of your neck, a light squeeze that had come to mean comfort given as you chewed the overly spicy snack. Not your thing but you weren't about to turn down an offering from the man.
Maybe, just maybe, you should have felt a little guilty about the death of strangers. But they weren't innocent. No. If Mr. Walter's had a say in the decision, then it must be true. The ritual had been ongoing for years, though you were never a direct part of it. The siblings took care of leg work while their father helmed the ceremony. He felt that it wasn't something that you needed to be a part of, that your talents were better used elsewhere. Mainly taking care of the three like you had always done. That fact never bothered you. You had all carved out a weird little existence out here in the woods. Perfectly content. The death of strangers was just a necessary once a year product of that life.
“Wanna see it?” Your attention was pulled from the thoughts that threatened to pull you under. Without asking, it meant the sketch that he had been working on. The artistic tastes of the man beside you would be considered in poor taste and odd by the majority of the population. But you always saw the beauty in it, the way that he did.
“Of course!” The response was far more eager. The swirls and patterns that littered the page made up a beautiful piece. Far less frantic than the typical blood soaked scribbles and scrawls that were presented. The same attention to detail just in a different medium with a little more, you faltered. Not precision but something else. Maybe less mania. “It's gorgeous, Gimple.”
“Thinking I'm hanging it right here.” He slapped at the wall above the bed absently. “Angus and Calypso won't want it.”
“I think it will look perfect there. Are you finished?”
“Almost…” He was cut off when the large frame of Angus appeared in the doorway, his boots kicking at the frame to gain attention.
“What's up, big guy?” His hands twitching at his side and his posture rigid. Something was wrong. The sounds of clattering and a loud crash came from above, and that had Gimple jumping out of the bed. Without a word, you slid from the comfortable space and moved towards the hiding space behind the wall as a precaution. That feeling heightened, but you did your best to ignore and settle in for what you hoped wouldn't be a long wait. Flashes before your eyes reminded you of being all but buried alive as a child, robbing you of the air in your lungs. Hating every second of it, you clutched at your pant leg and could do nothing but wait for Gimple to come tell you the coast was clear and the problem had been handled. Sooner rather than later, preferably.
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sun-lit-roses · 2 years
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The Broca Divide
I’m prepared for anything in this episode: more Goa’uld? A new planet (PLEASE)? Weird 90s feminism? Bring it on! Season 1, Episode 5, here we go!
Ooo we’re referencing back to the pilot. I like that there’s a throughline to at least some of the plots.
‘I pride myself on my deductive reasoning skills.’ Sam looks like she doesn’t know whether to laugh or hit him. The General would definitely like to do the latter 😂
Why’s that guy giving Teal’c the ol’ side eye?
Oh, she’s leaning closer to hitting now.
Although, yeah, I would never get a single planet right if I had to remember a - what? six? digit code for each of them.
Why do I get the feeling SG-3 aren’t the friendliest bunch? Although maybe it’s just a little Air Force-Marines rivalry going on.
‘We’ll watch your back sides.’ ‘It’s my front side I’m worried about.’ Daniel’s been around Jack too much.
Did that guy just shove Sam out of the way?!
Oh good, I wanted to spend the evening squinting at my tv. I’m willing to believe it’s night, turn up the lights.
We’ve got squint vision or green night vision. I do not like these choices.
AH
Are those cavemen?
This is the second time we’ve seen cavemen in this show already. Is that going to become a theme?
Okay, guess we’re still going to explore this world despite the World’s Most Violent Welcome Wagon.
Daniel, that is not what survival of the fittest means at all, your 90s is showing. Now stop trying to prevent Sam from kicking ass. I would like to watch that.
Now there’s ghosts? Well, at least they’re trying to save that woman.
‘The Untouched’ I’m guessing whatever separates these people from the cavemen?
Hey, daylight!
And a whole city. Minoan, it seems. What are they going to do when they run out of Earth cultures?
A disease, maybe, that spreads among them. A bit like rabies, if they go mad.
No Goa’uld today!
Aw, the Nerd Duo is sad.
I’m not sure what harm it would do to spend an hour or so there - shouldn’t they be starting diplomatic relations or something? Are they just planning to spend fifteen minutes per planet and then never go back to any of them? Seems like a waste of resources.
I guess they didn’t run into the Touched on the way back? They had to go back to the Land of Dark to get to the gate, right? Maybe they were still scared away.
YAY! The nerds win! Also, yeah, it probably shouldn’t have taken the President to figure out that it might be nice to get a little more scientific bang for the military buck out of these missions.
Okay, Side-Eye Guy has moved on from side-eyeing to fist throwing. Have you seen Teal’c, sir? Why does this strike you as a good plan?
Teal’c’s not even phased. ‘I would prefer not to hurt this man.’ King of Cool.
Drooling - maybe this is related to rabies? He’s clearly been infected by the Touched somehow.
‘Maybe he was drunk.’ No one else made the Touched connection? Or maybe you just came back from Planet Rage People?
Well, that was dramatic.
Uh oh, Sam’s scratching her neck - she’s infected, too! Probably?
Uh. Okay. Well, that’s not a *violent* reaction exactly. Why is she kissing Jack all of a sudden? And where’d her shirt go? And how did no one notice her in the locker room?
‘I want you.’ ‘Why?’ Poor man, he’s very confused in this moment 😂
‘Not like this.’ Hm, that’s interesting. I mean, he’s been loutish a couple times (’I like women’ and ‘It’s working for me’ - yeah, Jack I’m not forgetting over here.) But mostly he seemed to see her as an annoying scientist.
At least Jack’s head is still clear - to Medical!
A new doctor! Let’s hope she has a better track record than the last ones.
Question. If everyone from the team that went to Planet Rage is coming down with this violent disease, why are the other team members allowed to wander around freely? Shouldn’t they be in observation or quarantine? At least until they figure out how it’s spreading?
How does Daniel not know what’s going on?
Ooo I think Jack might be tipping over to the Dark Side here.
Yep, another one down.
And NOW we have the whole team getting their blood tested. I guess it’s early days and they don’t have a protocol in place for Weird New Planet Disease, but this seems like it should have occurred to someone a little sooner?
Daniel and Teal’c team up, woot!
Oh good, it seems less dark this time!
Aw, that poor girl was infected.
And now Daniel’s been kidnapped by cavemen. They just aren’t having any luck this episode.
Oh no, not the General!
Hey, they have a clue now - heavy sedation. Not ideal, but more than they had! And Jack volunteered to be a test subject 🥺
Well, there go the diplomatic options. Teal’c is perhaps a shade too blunt for this task. But just the right person to knock out a guard and get a blood sample!
Sam got stabbed?! That’s going to be unpleasant when she’s back to normal.
I hope this doctor survives, she’s very cute when she’s excited about Science!
It worked!!
‘I cannot be certain you are recovered, you referred to me as Lucy.’ 😂
Everyone’s back to normal. Wait, why is Sam going, wasn’t she stabbed?
They’re going to cure everybody! Huzzah! I think the Doc mentioned there was something in their diet that promoted antihistamines. Guess eating your veggies just became imperative on this planet.
I am 100% positive that Jack remembers what happened and is just pretending not to because Sam was going to awkward her way through that whole conversation. Braver woman than me - I would have pretended not to remember any of it.
Sam did get stabbed!
Oh, so he did remember and was just waiting to roast her. Rescinding those tact points there.
Although it seemed to make her laugh, so I’ll leave that at a draw in the ‘is he just a massive jerk’ tally.
Rating: 🔘🔘🔘
3/5 Gates I know I said I was prepared for anything, but Rage People Disease was not exactly what I expected. Still, we got a new planet (woohoo!), a quirky disease, giant bulls, a win for the scientists, and Teal’c being an utter delight. Gates deducted for Sam inexplicably molesting her CO unlike everyone else’s reactions.
Also, is everyone taking turns being kidnapped? It was all of them in the pilot, Sam in episodes 3 and 4, and now Daniel. At this rate they should microchip SG-1.
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crazycatfaery · 6 months
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It's me again 🎅 I'm back with Question Time. Feel free to skip if you can't think of anything!
of the four characters you listed, Farah is your favorite, y/y?
you have three wishes for a hypothetical season 3; what would they be?
what is Farah's favorite song, if she has one?
would you mind if any characters you haven't listed make a background appearance?
what are your favorite three movies of all time?
Hello hellooo! Yayyy question time! I'll try to answer all of them as best as I can! (Woops, it got rather long so all the other answers are below the "read more" so I don't clog up everyones dash!)
Farah is my favorite, yes or yes? 😂 But yes, although all of the Golden Trio are my favorites!. If I really HAVE to choose, then Farah is my #1 😊.
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Three wishes for a hypothetical S3: Ooooh do you have a minute? I was/am part of that one Fate server that tried to create a S3 as a huge collab project, so I have all of the notes on that stil in my Google drive 😁. Which makes it really hard to choose only three, now that I think about it. I suppose my top three wishes would be:
Somehow bring Farah back, but not immediately and not too cliché?. I've had a new idea about this rolling around in my mind lately, in which she would actually be confirmed dead and gone forever, and then the cliffhanger of the season would be that they suddenly find her unconcious body or something 👀. I like ANGST haha. I do want her to hae a happy and alive ending though!
Some people might hate me for this, but I wouldn't want Andreas and Rosalind to return. Flashbacks would be totally okay, but no reviving them! A good series doesn't bring back all of their dead, you know? (selfishly wants Farah to return lol) Maybe Beatrix could come back not entirely right though, that could be interesting.
An explanation about what happened with Bloom not contacting her earth parents all throughout S2. What was up with that???
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Farah's favorite song: Oh no. I have way too many songs in my playlists that could be a favorite. I think Farah would still listen a lot to music that is a bit older, so from her teens up to her 30's? Teen Farah's song: Hounds Of Love – Kate Bush. Young adult Farah's song: Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac. Adult Farah's song: Somewhere Only We Know - Keane. Coincidentally all love songs, for which I blame my own songfic WIP where Silrah basically becomes a thing in their teens.
Okay with characters I haven't listed: I suppose? I don't really remember who I did and didn't list, tbh. I very much enjoy reading interactions between the Golden Trio and the Winx Suite, esp Farah and Bloom. I guess if the characters don't overshadow my listed characters, and more act as side character necessary for the plot, then it's fine! Oh and I do enjoy reading something with a larger cast, but if there's too much jumping around between characters I get bamboozled easily😅.
Three favorite movies of all time: Christ, let me think. I tend to forget all of the movies I ever watched whenever I get this question, haha. In no particular order: The Age Of Adaline, Mamma Mia (my most watched and forever comfort movie), and Stardust. Honorable mentions: The Lake House, which used to be my favorite movie as a teen. I was already into the mutual pining and angst back then 😂. And Arrietty, my favorite Ghibli Animation!
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I hope these answers suffice! Looking forward to more questions, this is fun!  😁 
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rewordthis · 7 months
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Dropping this here before taking vacations from tumblr for a bit (like a week? lol):
Just watched the recent episode, shit situation btw. I had not the quiet I had hopped while watching. Bad energy frustrates me… anw.
I now have conclusive evidence that Gojo is the epitome of chicken-thighs and I have way too much to say about that as a head canon. 😩
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Just LOOK! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ And the skin-tight pants, bruh… Thank you MAPPA! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
That said, he sure is unhinged if let loose, huh?
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Rabid dogs get put down but I think I’d adopt this one. Probably. Don’t… Don’t hold me on my word on this… 😗
Choso gave me the most, ‘I’m here for a different reason, stop bothering me’ attitude with that bored “yes, yes”; I enjoyed it more than necessary to be perfectly honest. 🤭
Also the whole plot against Gojo using non-scorcerers…
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The scales determining what degree is acceptable can no longer function.
Bold of you to assume there even are scales.😂
Or,
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Because the sacrifices you’re willing to accept are “people killed by cursed spirits,” not “people killed by Gojo Satoru.”
Funny you thought he’s inflexible like that.🙃
Still my man went for an instant of a Domain Expansion and overexerted himself by killing the transfigured humans. After!
Man, I’m no Gojo. I have no kids to teach them how to be proper saviours and if I had, I still don’t give a damn about showing off or appearing good to anyone. I’d flat out use that domain to even exorcise any rats or cockroaches that would happen to be there. But that’s just me. Like I said, I’m no Gojo so I don’t need anyone’s admiration to thrive. 🤷‍♀️
He actually was in the zone, too!
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Like, Gojo, seriously? Was this some kind of bet with yourself or something??? This was just so… so unnecessary! Why? If they’re affected by the domain, forget about them! Exorcise the cursed spirits, dammit! Choso would be so easy to exorcise btw in that state. Or Mahito, even better. Deal with the hardest task first. That’s what you do when you’ve got time on your ass, right? Ha~ *huge le sigh*
On the other hand, when he got caught off guard by Geto’s corpse I was fucking screaming at the screen: “No! Idiot! Stupid, run! You killed him yourself, BAKA!” and he just went in to be having these check marks in his head until he figured ‘no, he is the real deal..’ and I was just fuming… Why did you open your mouth, Gojo? Did you said something again we didn’t hear? But no. You were just too stunned to speak. You just stood there like a freaking siting duck to get shot caught. His expression was what really pained me, okay?
Looking at all this expectancy and hope in his eyes for that fleeting moment when he was reminded of the past, that did put a squeeze in my heart for a millisecond. Because, I honestly can’t remember too much about my past but when I willingly look back and as I say that, though this is just ten months after killing his best friend. His one and only. Plus, he never stopped looking back. And I also would be clingy af to a best friend (someone that hadn’t actively betrayed me at least) have I happened see them again, though not a dead one. No. I’d just run like hell on the opposite direction of them, before staying to inquire about why they don’t rot some 3 meters under. Did he believed even for a second — forget the whole minute thing — that this was actually Geto that had come back because he cursed him??? No, because if he did… if he did! …Well, he’s a baby and I’m correct calling him a man-child. What was that almost-smile for? I felt so sorry for him at that moment. That really was what hurt me deeply. I know I could have cried in that moment if everything else just wasn’t so wrong…
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Fair point, though, when he was finally captured and he had a break from his own mind and memories, he did asked who he was because despite everything that confused him about that man, his soul didn’t recognised him. His soul. Not heart btw. He didn’t say こころ but たましい and sure, there is a way that someone’s soul may be enchanted as in a romantic way, but I think when Gojo and Geto are referred to, it is in the sense of soulmates. It’s deep. Eternal. But not sexual. lmao
You want to give them these roles? Well, the closest I guess that would fit them, would be being in love with the idea of the other. Is that confusing, maybe? Because you can totally be in love with someone’s ideal form in your mind, being physically attracted to them even and at the same time not being sexually attracted to them. I don’t know… I am far too logical to explain feelings… Uuugh, but maybe that’s how Gojo and Geto also perceive things? They do represent the most cerebral signs, to be sure, on their respective element. Hm… 🤔😶
Also, important info: Gojo didn’t let Shoko handle (dispose of) Geto’s body. What significance is there other than the obvious? I mean, he did decapitated him, and that was probably also done with cursed energy. So, what else would Shoko do? Put a seal maybe??? 🧐
And I’m going to complain now and wine because MAPPA, DO NOT dare to take away from me what you’ve given me in the first season and movie or I’ll find a way in your offices and steal your fucking scripts! Grr! 👿
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I’m sure those with pale, smooth skin like Gojo-sensei would say, “I don’t really do anything.”
The one who can be considered pale-skinned is first and foremost, Nanami! (If not pretty much and everybody else, as I have already mentioned in another post. A close second to Nanami is Megumi, too.) I mean, just LOOK at where Gojo’s hand rests over Nanami’s! LOOK that there is at least a two tone difference! 😫😤 (They’re so cute btw 💕🥰🫠)
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You want him to have smooth skin? A-okay! No problemo! I’ll take that any day. You want to say he’s got flawless skin? Sure, go ahead! But pale? Pale?! This dude has rosy lips and rosy cheeks! There is nothing freaking pale about him other than his hair!
Do NOT even think of taking back what we all have witnessed!!! And ok, maybe Yuuta, too, though to be fair he’s on the more unhealthy pale-yellow side…
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ALSO, by comparison, Inumaki must be the palest-white, fairest-skinned one of them all. Not to mention, Geto as well has been looking fairly pale in most of his scenes… though they do seem to have him a little more on the Yuuta-kind of pale when he’s shown with Gojo. Hm. 😗
Are you really trying to tell me you didn’t do this intentionally??? I’ll bite you! Watch out, MAPPA! One wrong answer and you’ll have to do with me!
Ouf! That was a long post, I didn’t planned on making. Ahaha Yeah. I got really upset at Gojo being so dumb so easily. I don’t know. I was expecting more from the strongest considering how strongly logical and calculating he is. I’m mad, ok?! I’ll kill him myself, that idiot, if he doesn’t snap out of this! 😤
…At least when he’s back out of the box. 😬
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key201303 · 3 years
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Sf9 taking care of you when you're sick
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Pairing: Sf9 x genderneutral!reader
Warnings: mentions of medicine, mentions of being sick. This is fiction, some of the situations mentioned might not be what you expected. This is not meant to mock the members as well.
Genre: fluff
Plot: You've been sick for a few days but don't worry, these guys are coming to rescue or not💀
Taglist -> @staysstrays @ailoveyuta @jaysbestie (ask me to be added!)
DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE PICS USED IN THIS REACTION ARE MINE (except for the banner) CREDITS TO THE RIGHT OWNERS ❤️
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
Youngbin
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Momma is coming to rescue 🤩
If he is on his way to your apartment, he won't stop texting you to make sure you're fine
And if you take a bit longer to reply his messages he will get slightly stressed and worried
Will go to the pharmacy to buy your medicines without you even asking
And will stop by a fruit shop to buy some fruit because he has read eating those can help you recover faster
Once he arrives, he will have his arms around you 24/7
Wanting to take care of you like if you were a kid
FEEDS YOU
Like, he won't let you eat by yourself
Will even peel the fruit for you
And do the airplane thing people do when they feed small kids
A truly sweetheart
"Here comes the airplane! Say Ah!"
Inseong
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Tries to follow Youngbin example
Messages are on point and will even send some selcas to make you feel better while he's on his way
Tries to find an open pharmacy but all seem to be closed
Only then he realizes is weekend 💀
But still, he will Google which is the nearest pharmacy open and will go there even if he has to go to another city
Though he will complain a lot later if you don't pay him back with cuddles and pecks 💀
Prepares an amazing hot tea to make you feel better
And will prepare a bath for you to get on it and reduce the high temperature you've been having for the last 3 days
Wraps you in a burrito on your bed when you're done with the bath and cleans everything you have used right after
"Going all over the city was worth it if you recover soon."
Jaeyoon
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Oh boi
He just needed an excuse like this to be all day in bed with you
Will fake being sick as well just so he can stay in bed without you complaining about his lazy ass
Every single symptom you have, he has it multiplied by 4736
Exaggerated af 😂
At some point you can't help laughing and he'll be all upset because you doesn't take him seriously
Just follow him, the boy is too immersed in the role of being sick 😂
Will only get out of bed when you ask him to go get your medicines
Slightly revealing his fake situation
"I'm still *cough cough* sick *cough* just I *cough cough* love you so much *cough cough cough*"
Dawon
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Chef!Dawon
Panics a little when you tell him you're sick
Doesn't know how to take care of himself, how is he supposed to take care of YOURSELF?
Needs a lot of reassurance, please tell him how good he is 🤧
Becomes so determine when he gets the idea of cooking something for you to recover
Googles a good recipe to make you feel better aka ramen from the convenience store from the corner of the street
Doesn't even remove his work clothes for cooking when he gets home
An excited puppy
He's so proud of himself for being able to cook something for his sick s/o and he hasn't even turned on the fire for cooking 💀
Is actually good the first 5 minutes
When he has to focus on more than one pot that is boiling, his braincell stops working
Error 404 not found 💀
You two end up calling Youngbin to bring some good food on his way back home
"Don't blame me, that recipe was so hard."
Rowoon
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Busy kid becomes the sweetest on earth
He has this drama role he has to prepare in the next few days
There's still lot of lines he has to memorize
But you being sick is a big obstacle on his way
You thought he would focus on acting?
That's a big no no for this giant baby
You always come first, doesn't matter what
Will definitely forget about acting until you reassure him that you're okay and that he can focus on memorizing his lines
But right then, a light bulb illuminates in his head and an idea pops up in his mind
He will be back in your apartment after 30 minutes, holding tons of papers and snacks on his long arms, ready to stay the whole night by your side while he studies his lines
Will be grabbing your hands all the time while reading the papers
Caressing them from time to time and accepting a snack you offer from time to time as well
Will get slightly distracted sometimes by just admiring your figure
Especially if you're doing something else like playing games or reading
Boi he loves to stare at you when you're focused on something else
"You just look so pretty when you are concentrate."
Zuho
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Another like Jaeyoon
But there's a slight difference
Jaeyoon at least made up an excuse and acted like he was sick
Zuho didn't even tried to make you believe he was sick
He just admitted he wanted to be 24/7 with you in bed until you recovered
And so you did
You weren't complaining though
He wouldn't even get out of bed to go buy food or medicines
Instead, he will send the rest of the members to do so while he cuddled you a bit more
Movie marathons are a must
Movie marathons for him because you will fall asleep in the first 10 minutes due to the fever
Loves to admire your sleeping figure on his shoulder
And will love it even more if you fell asleep grabbing his hand and with your legs tangled with his
"It's just a perfect plan. They go buy food and medicine and we cuddle. Don't tell me you don't love it!"
Yoo Taeyang
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Panic baby 🤧
Just like Dawon, he has ko idea of what to do
Plus he feels such a strong pain by seeing you feeling bad
Wants to switch places
Maybe because he feels not ready to take care of someone or maybe because he has a thing for you taking care of him
But whatever reason it was, he didn't want to see you laying on the bed being all sick
Decides is a good idea to take you out to the rooftop to have a meal
Just so you get some fresh air because he read that it was good
You actually felt a bit better after going out
Making him smile from ear to ear
Unfortunately the next day he wakes up with a fever as well because the day was a bit cold 💀
"Well, positive side is that now we can be together all day 😅"
Hwiyoung
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Google is now his best friend
The boy barely knows how to feed a cat and now has to take are of you
Will Google absolutely everything and will shower you with all the information he finds
Will also sing a lot so you recover soon because he has read on a random website that music helped to recover faster
At the 29th song he sings at the top of his lungs you beg him to go to the pharmacy just so you could enjoy some silence
Don't get me wrong, you love him a lot but you really needed a good break from his never ending concert
When he gets back, he surprises you with some cotton candy
Feeds you the medicines in a really soft and sweet way and right after, shares with you the cotton candy
2h later both of you are singing at the top of your lungs, sugar making it effects on your bodies being the boost of energy you needed
"I think we ate way too much sugar." spoiler: yes, you guys did 💀
Chani
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Doesn't want to admit how worried he is
His ego goes first, I'm sorry to tell you
Though you will catch him checking on you from time to time, laughing at his cuteness just to hear him shrugging it off by saying he was just admiring how beautiful and sexy you looked 💀
Will literally run towards you whenever you called his name, even if it was just to ask him to bring you a glass of water
Will also run to the convenience store when you asked him for some snacks
His eyes will light up when they land on the freezer full of ice creams, a devilish idea popping on his mind
When he comes back, he lays a bag full of snacks on the bed where you're laying, taking the ice cream he bought for him out of the said bag
Will tease you a DAMN LOT
Can you hear the same evil laugh he has when he teases the rest of the boys? Because I can 💀
Will act so childish omg 😂
"My baby is sick so you can't eat ice cream but I can because I've been a good boy hehehehehehe." *insert childish voice*
He's the evil maknae for some reason after all 💀
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elentiyawhitethorn · 3 years
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Rowaelin prompt- do I need to tie you down?” “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” And then... you know 😂
No Choice but to Love You
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CW: NSFW, language
AN: 2k fluffy plot at the beginning, and 1k at the end. Everything between is extremely filthy content.
Smut//5033 words
Rowan had been hoping it wasn’t bad news when answered his phone to hear, “Hey, Rowan, I need a favor.” But it was worse than bad. It was downright chickenshit.
Aelin had sprained her ankle. Which meant his “fussy tendencies,” as Aelin put it, wouldn’t allow him to let her be alone tonight in her apartment. Which meant, despite whatever argument she would make, she would be staying in his house. Which meant, with Aelin fucking Galathynius sleeping in his house, Rowan would have to try to restrain himself from doing something stupid. The kind of stupid only Aelin could entice him to do.
Despite his worry about trying to contain himself later, he was also worried about the now. Aelin was injured. A fact he was trying not to concern himself with too much as he sped to the hospital. Gods forbid he was too distracted to avoid getting into a crash and landing himself a hospital bed right next to Aelin.
No, a sprained ankle wasn’t that bad. But despite his icy demeanor, Rowan could be extremely anxious when it came to people he cared about. He wasn’t so blind that he wasn’t able to realize he cared about Aelin. Probably more than you were supposed to care about your friends.
And there were plenty of things that could happen to Aelin in the hospital. They could screw up something. Maybe give her the wrong medication. Or one she was allergic to. Or Aelin could fall and make it worse.
Rowan needed to snap the hell out of it. Aelin was okay. She’d either fallen from the clumsiness that seemed to haunt her despite her apparent grace or because she’d done something stupid. Or both. Just another day with Aelin; he had no reason to worry.
But worry he did. All the way there.
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Aelin was annoyed. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to have to stay off her foot for a week. And she especially didn’t want Rowan Whitethorn to be called in here all mother-henning and feeding her puréed carrots or some shit like that.
When the doctor had asked Aelin who she needed to call, she had said no one. The doctor, a Dr. Towers, had raised her eyebrows and told her they could let her stay overnight, but she certainly wouldn’t be allowed to drive anytime soon. A friend or family member was her only ticket out of here.
Aelin had sighed heavily and picked up her cell phone.
She had moved to Doranelle only recently, and so far, Rowan was her only friend. Which meant he was also her only option. Oh, and she had a major crush on him. That was important too.
Half impatient and half hoping Rowan would never show up, Aelin now sat on an examination table staring hatefully at the crutches resting against the wall.
“You’re all set, Miss Galathynius. As soon as your ride gets here, you’ll be released. Don’t forget to take these,” Dr. Towers added, handing Aelin a small pill bottle. “And stay off that foot unless you’re using the crutches.”
Aelin wanted to yell, not at Dr. Towers specifically, just at someone. At the world. She could be a bit melodramatic. But she forced a smile on her face and said, “Thank you so much. I will.”
The doctor gave a sympathetic smile and left the room. A few minutes later, Rowan walked in.
He rushed over. “How are you?”
Aelin rolled her eyes at his tone. “Not dead yet, if that’s what you’re wondering. Just about, though.”
Rowan frowned. “Don’t joke. I’m worried about you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to have to call you because I knew you’d just fuss, but I don’t know who else can drive me home.”
“I’m not taking you home.”
It took Aelin a minute to realize what he meant. “No, Rowan, you do not have to take me home with you. I’m fine. Really. Like literally, I didn’t even need to come to the hospital for this. I was just making sure I hadn’t broken anything.” She was slightly panicking at this point.
Rowan crossed his arms. His big, muscled, tattooed…
“You’ll trip over one of the many items of clothing strewn across your floor and injure yourself more. You know you will.”
Aelin’s eyes snapped to Rowan’s as soon as he started speaking. Lucking, he didn’t seem to notice where her gaze had gone.
“I’m not that clumsy.” When Rowan raised an eyebrow, Aelin pouted. “I’m not, I swear. And I’ll be extra careful, too.”
Rowan sighed. “I’ll spend the whole night waiting for the next call from the hospital. I wasn’t offering. You’re coming home with me, and that’s final.”
Aelin scowled. “Like hell I am.”
Rowan just stood there. But Aelin refused to back down. She crossed her arms as well.
This was the start of a very intense staring contest.
“Are you two almost set?”
Startled, both Aelin and Rowan looked over at Dr. Towers.
“Yes, I was just about to take Aelin home with me.”
She smiled. “Great. Are you two together?”
Aelin blushed. “No. We’re just friends. Thank you, but we should be off. Wouldn’t want it to be too late by the time we get to my apartment.”
Amused and, understandably, a bit confused, Dr. Towers smiled. “Alright then. If it starts aching, elevate it and put some ice on, okay?”
Aelin smiled. “Yep, thanks again.”
She stood on one foot, hopped the short distance to the crutches, and leaned unsteadily against the wall as she got them under her armpits. When she had a good enough grip, Aelin started hobbling to the door, Rowan sighing behind her.
There were only a few half-incidents on the way to Rowan’s car. Aelin considered that a roaring success. Rowan, on the other hand, looked like he was this close to scooping her up in his arms and carrying her the rest of the distance. Aelin would never admit that she rather liked the sound of that.
Of course Aelin slipped trying to get into the car. Rowan had opened the door for Aelin, but while trying to balance her crutches in one hand and hopping into the seat on one foot, she skidded.
Before Aelin could shriek, strong arms enclosed her body and she found herself pressed against Rowan’s chest, upright once more. Their faces were only inches apart.
“Thanks,” Aelin breathed.
Rowan just leaned closer.
Is he going to kiss me? Is he going to kiss me? Is he-?
“Is this proof enough that I can’t let you go home alone?”
Aelin tensed. Gods, how could she have been so stupid? Of course Rowan wasn’t going to kiss her; they were just friends.
“I won’t be trying to wormily slide my way into vehicles all night, dumbass. Take me to my apartment.”
Still holding her, Rowan chuckled. His breath fanned against Aelin’s face and she prayed no response showed on her face.
“Is wormily even a word?”
“It is now. Help me in the car, please.” Aelin hadn’t meant to be terse with him, especially after he’d not only driven here and offered her a place at his house tonight, but just now saved her from a fatal, agonizing death. Well, perhaps she might have just bumped her head, but still. Despite her intentions, Aelin needed him to let go of her right now before she did something incredibly dumb.
Thankfully, Rowan didn’t seem offended. He just rolled his eyes and helped her into the car.
The first few minutes of the drive were spent in silence. Then they approached a street with two options at the stoplight: left or right. Aelin’s apartment was just down the road to the left, and Rowan’s house was to the right.
“You’re in the wrong lane,” Aelin hissed, not at all surprised to find them in the right lane.
Rowan glanced over. “I’m the one driving. There’s not a lot you can do about it.”
She scowled. “I’m calling the cops. You’re kidnapping me. You’ll go to prison, you know.”
Rowan smiled and turned away. The light was red, and they were stopped at the right-turning lane as several cars whizzed by.
“You think I’m not being serious? How dare you be so fucking nice to me? It’s not normal.”
Rowan laughed. “Are you going to tell me what you did to hurt your ankle or am I just supposed to wonder?”
Aelin blushed. “That’s none of your business.”
“Oh, really,” Rowan replied, cocking an eyebrow. “How about we make a deal?”
Aelin frowned in anticipation. “What deal?”
“Tell me what happened and I’ll change lanes. Don’t, and you’re staying at my place tonight.”
Aelin froze. And then groaned in frustration. “I hate you so much.”
The light flashed green, but with no one behind them, Rowan was able to stay put. “Well?”
“Dammit! I’m not telling you shit.”
Her fate was sealed. Rowan turned his car, smiling. Oh, the snarky bastard knew she would refuse to say anything. Aelin would have to get him back for it later.
They pulled up Rowan’s driveway and to his nice, moderate-sized house. Aelin crossed her arms, not opening the door.
Rowan glanced over, smirked at her, and got out of the car. Looking back, he said, “If you want to stay here all night, that’s fine. Have a nice night.” He closed his door.
Aelin’s resolve vanished the second the door closed and she flung open the door on her own side. “Wait! Take me with you.”
Rowan looked back at her. “Well, come on then.”
She frowned. “Um, will you help me?”
A snarky smirk was all Aelin got before he walked back to her side and held out his hands. He was probably just amused that she admitted to needing help after saying she’d be fine on her own.
Scowling, Aelin placed her hands in Rowan’s and stood on one foot. Then she grabbed her crutches and got them out of the car, somehow managing to get them under her arms without falling. Even though Aelin knew Rowan would catch her if she did.
The walk to the house was quick. Aelin, with her pride at stake, hobbled along as quickly as she could, ignoring Rowan’s chuckles all the while.
Ten minutes later left Aelin with clean teeth - she used a new toothbrush from his cabinet - and in a spare t-shirt of Rowan’s. He’d awkwardly offered her clothing, and she had reluctantly accepted.
Now the pair was uncomfortably standing in the living room, Aelin with her crutches on the couch - she was able to stand by herself as long as she stayed still - and Rowan staring at the ceiling because she wasn’t wearing a bra or pants.
“I’ll give you my bed. I can use the couch.”
Aelin crossed her arms, and Rowan’s gaze flickered to her breasts for a split-second. She smirked at him as he looked back up at her.
“Rowan, I really appreciate you having me stay here, but there is no fucking way I’m taking your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
He frowned. “Aelin…”
“No. I’ll be out here. Unless you have a guest room?”
Rowan winced. “I used to, but I turned it into and office.”
“Then go get your ass in bed and let me rest. I’ve had a traumatic experience, Ro, I need sleep.”
He rolled his eyes at Aelin’s dramatic statement. “Fine. Just let me get a pillow for you.”
“I’ll get it. I know where they are.” Aelin grabbed her crutches and started toward the hallway, unsteady with them. It shouldn’t be that hard; Aelin had seen people easily move around with crutches before. Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t balance right. Gods-damn clumsiness.
“Do I need to tie you down?” Rowan’s tone was exasperated.
Aelin just threw him a wink. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
She had expected him to just snort, as he did whenever she made an inappropriate comment, but Rowan’s expression changed. He looked… hungry. Aelin froze as he prowled toward her. “Can’t you ever just do as you’re told?”
Aelin bit her lip instinctually. Rowan’s eyes snapped to watch the movement, letting her know exactly what he wanted.
She set the crutches carefully on the floor and leaned against the wall. “Obedience doesn’t come naturally, I’m afraid,” Aelin retorted, her voice sensual and suggestive. “It takes a bit of authority to make me obey.”
Rowan looked like he’d just been slapped. He took a step closer. “Is that so?”
Aelin hummed noncommittally as he took another step.
He pressed his hands against the wall on either side of Aelin’s head and she shivered. Rowan leaned in, his lips trailing along her jawbone, barely making contact. When his mouth reached her ear, he whispered, “What do you want, Aelin?”
“I want a distraction from the physical and mental trauma I’ve endured today,” she simpered.
Rowan chuckled. “Yes, your poor ankle. Maybe it’s best if you lie down and let me take care of you.”
His tone left absolutely no doubt as to what taking care of her entailed. Aelin held back a whine and said as confidently as she could, “I think you’re right.”
Before she could do a thing, Rowan was holding Aelin in his arms bridal style, carrying her toward his bedroom. She squealed at the sudden change, surprised at how quickly he’d scooped her up. Rowan was being very careful about her ankle, even now; what a gentleman.
They went up the stairs with no problem, and Aelin started to understand just how strong Rowan really was. Shirts didn’t do him justice. Hell, clothing in general didn’t do him justice.
They entered the room and oh-so-carefully, Rowan placed Aelin atop the sheets, flipping the light on.
She scowled, wanting him to be anything but gentle. Trying to spur him on, Aelin spread her legs invitingly.
Rowan, who had seemed so collected, looked like he was ready to pounce to moment he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything beneath his shirt. Slowly, Rowan peeled his own shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Aelin’s mouth started to water as she took in the tattoo that she’d only caught glimpses of before. Then he unbuckled his pants.
Slick with desire, Aelin trailed a hand down between her legs. She didn’t quite touch herself, only letting her hand trace circles on her thighs. Aelin wasn’t sure who she was teasing: Rowan or herself.
Rowan’s eyes visibly dilated, and Aelin nearly moaned when she noticed the bulge in his pants. He dropped his jeans all the way, leaving himself entirely bare before her, but way too far away for her liking.
Aelin about imploded when Rowan took himself in his own hand. He started pumping, and Aelin let her hand move to her center, wasting no time before plunging in.
A small moan left Aelin’s lips at the sensation and the sight before her, and Rowan seemed to eat it up. His hand moved harder on his length and he started panting.
“I thought you were going to take care of me,” Aelin whined.
Rowan’s lips twitched. “My apologies.” Without another word, he stepped forward and knelt. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he dragged her the short length to the end of the bed, Aelin gasping in anticipation. Still, he remained aware of her injury, making sure her ankle stayed out of the way.
She had excepted teasing from the devious, conniving man in front of her, but Rowan wasted no time. His mouth engulfed Aelin’s wet center, licking and sucking, drawing cries from the back of her throat. His tongue made circles around her clit and she moaned gutturally.
When Rowan’s tongue dipped into Aelin’s entrance, she started seeing stars. And when his teeth grazed her clit, she bucked her hips wildly, coming with a startled groan.
Slightly embarrassed at letting Rowan make her come so quickly, Aelin flushed, drawing her legs back together as soon as he moved back.
Not a moment later, strong hands wrapped around her thighs, forcing them back apart. “Now, now, Aelin, don’t tell me you’re done already.”
Rowan’s voice was different. He was entirely in control here, and he was savoring the feeling. A man who liked being in charge.
Aelin looked down her body at him. “I want to taste you,” she stated boldly, a contrast to her former shyness.
Rowan smiled obligingly, like he was looking at a child. “But baby, I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“I don’t care.”
Rowan didn’t seem to care that she didn’t care. He just smiled wider and stood, crawling onto the bed. He lowered himself beside her and pressed his length against Aelin’s thigh.
She moaned, but before she could start grinding against him, Rowan pinned her leg in place with his own legs. Unsatisfied, Aelin reached for the hem of her shirt. Rowan’s borrowed shirt, anyway.
Before she could get anywhere, Rowan’s hands clasped Aelin’s own and he said, “Let me get that for you. Just relax.”
Aelin pressed her lips together to hold in another moan, trying not to show just how aroused she was. Rowan pulled the shirt slowly up her torso, stopping every few seconds to place soft kisses against each inch of revealed skin.
By the time he reached a breast, Aelin was panting. He yanked the shirt off in one swift movement and his mouth closed around a nipple. Rowan suckled at her breast long enough for Aelin to grow sensitive and needy, all at the same time. She tugged his head off and directed him to the neglected breast.
His tongue and teeth worked Aelin into a frenzy, attacking that breast even harder than the first one. Overstimulated, Aelin whimpered and pulled away.
Rowan smirked at her and surveyed her body, tracing every curve with his eyes. Wanting more than that, wanting his touch, Aelin said, “Rowan, you better fucking do something before I bash your skull in.”
He grinned and let a hand rest on her stomach. He delicately traced the lines of her body, finally moving lower. But his hand just swerved around where Aelin wanted it, drifting along her thigh.
“Rowan,” Aelin snapped. “Fucking touch me, dammit.”
A chuckle was all Aelin got before he pressed her lips against hers for the first time. She sighed into the kiss and contentedly parted her lips, allowing him entrance with his tongue.
Distracted by the way his tongue swirled around her mouth, Aelin didn’t even notice his hand creeping toward her center until a finger actually went inside of her. She moaned into the kiss and bucked her hips, a desperate request.
Rowan complied, thrusting harder and adding a second finger. He started pumping his fingers, leaving Aelin a moaning mess. With the number of groans coming out of her mouth, she couldn’t help but break the kiss to let her head fall back. Rowan moved his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking a path down her throat. His teeth nipped at her pulse point and Aelin cried out, her body tensing. When Rowan added a third finger and pressed his thumb against her clit, she shattered.
Not to be outdone, Aelin regained her ability to move - or most of it, anyway - and wrapped her hand around Rowan’s hard length. He groaned softly, spurring Aelin on. She tightened her grip and twisted her wrist. Rowan thrusted forward into Aelin’s hand.
His lips kept making marks on Aelin’s neck as she worked him. His hand tangled in her hair and tugged the long strands slightly, causing Aelin to let out a piteous, feeble noise. Hearing the sound, Rowan tugged her hair harder.
Impossibly turned on, Aelin pleaded, “Rowan, please fuck me.”
He placed one last kiss on her throat, and sat up. Aelin let go of his cock, spreading her legs in a silent plea.
Rowan smiled proudly at the sight, pleased with the mess he’d turned her into. He pinched and twisted a nipple, waiting for Aelin to whimper before standing and opening the nightstand drawer to reach for a condom.
Rowan braced himself over Aelin with his hands on either side of her head. Her legs were spread as far as they could go, which was pretty damn far; she stretched every day. His tip caressed her folds and Aelin tried to lift her hips and force him inside of her, but Rowan moved one hand to pin her hips down.
“You want my cock inside of you, baby?”
Aelin held back any sort of reaction at his words and instead snarked, “Haven’t I made that clear, asshole?”
Rowan moved his head so that he was less than an inch away from Aelin, looking her in the eyes. Their noses brushed. “What was that you said earlier: it takes authority to make you obey? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck that sass right out of you.”
Before Aelin could moan at his words, Rowan moved his mouth to cover hers. At the same time, he entered her slowly.
They both let out twin groans into the kiss as Rowan went deeper. His cock pressed against her walls and Aelin was getting drunk on the sensation. She tried to squirm, needing more than his slow movements, but Rowan wasn’t having any of it. His grip on her hip tightened and he forced his tongue inside of her mouth once more.
He moved his hips harder now, giving Aelin everything she wanted. Rowan was fucking her in earnest, Aelin writhing beneath him. Rowan bottomed out, in to the hilt. The feeling was so intense that Aelin felt a scream rise to her lips.
Rowan only fucked her harder when she screamed. He seemed to revel in the noise, kissing her with a passion Aelin wanted to return but couldn’t, too dazed from the way he used her body for his own pleasure. So much for taking care of her - not that Aelin was complaining.
His hips started stuttering and Aelin knew he was close. Rowan moved a hand to her clit, leaving Aelin’s hips unpinned and able to thrust up, meeting Rowan for every movement.
His finger circled around her clit, toying with the small piece of flesh, drawing her calculatingly toward the precipice. They were both groaning sinfully, almost loudly enough to cover up the wet, unholy noises of their bodies meeting. When Rowan buried himself inside of her one last time, Aelin knew what was coming. His thumb flicked her clit and she moaned as she fell over the edge.
Aelin was immensely pleasured, and quite sated. Not to mention exhausted. Rowan pulled out with a wince, both of them overly sensitive. He went off to dispose of the condom, and Aelin lifted herself up, resting on her elbows. She had finally managed to stop feeling like her head was floating outside of her body when Rowan re-entered the room.
He walked over, a damp rag in his hand. Rowan gently wiped her own juices off her thighs, murmuring, “I told you I’d take care of you, baby.”
Aelin sighed tranquilly, letting him clean her off. She hadn’t expected the quick change from dominant beast in the bedroom to sweet, caring Rowan. He even grabbed a pillow once he finished and placed it under Aelin’s ankle, elevating it.
What exactly had just transpired? Was that just friend sex? Or did this mean Rowan liked her back?
Maybe she should tell him how she felt. No, not maybe; definitely. He deserved to know now more than ever. Hell, Aelin should have been straight with him before she let him fuck the life out of her.
And if she did tell Rowan, what’s the worst that could happen? She could lose her only Doranelle friend because of her stupid mouth? Bad, but suckier things had happened.
“I have a crush on you.”
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Rowan had just turned, reaching for a pair of sweatpants, when Aelin declared her feelings so blantantly. What an Aelin way of letting him know.
Not totally shocked, but still somewhat surprised, Rowan took a moment before turning around again.
“You’re high.” That was the first thing he could think to say.
“I am not. It’s just a sprained ankle. You think they’d drug me for that?”
Rowan frowned. “Okay, probably not.”
Aelin seemed to lose her confidence. “Shit, that didn’t mean anything to you. I shouldn’t have-”
“I have a crush on you too.”
That shut her up. Aelin blinked, then said, “Oh, wow.”
“Oh, wow? That’s all you have to say?” Rowan retorted, smirking.
Aelin blushed. “I’m processing, okay? Does this mean I get to be your girlfriend, then?”
That quickly, Aelin went back to her usual bold self. Rowan smiled. “I would love for you to be my girlfriend.”
Aelin grinned up at him. “Then get your ass over here.” She patted the bed beside her.
Rowan laughed and finally picked up the sweatpants, pulling them on. As much as he wanted to cuddle with Aelin without clothing in the way of their fun, it could get pretty cold in the nights, and there was only a sheet to cover them.
Them, because Aelin would be sleeping beside her. Rowan felt giddy.
“Stop grinning and hand me that shirt,” demanded Aelin.
“As you wish, your royal majesty.”
“You think you’re mocking me, but I’m glad that deep down, you realize my superiority in this relationship.”
One minute into being Aelin’s boyfriend and Rowan was already getting comments about their relationship. Needless to say, that childish grin did not leave his face.
He picked up the shirt and threw it at her. She grabbed it and stuck her tongue out at him. Rowan laughed and padded to the bed beside her, flipping off the light on the way.
Once they were all cozied up, Aelin entirely enveloped by Rowan’s strong arms and her legs twining with his, Aelin said, “How long have you liked me?”
Rowan nuzzled her neck. “You’ll make fun of me.”
“I will not.”
“You’ll at least tell me how cheesy I am. But fine, if you must know.” Rowan let his hand trace small circles on Aelin’s bare stomach, her shirt pulled up rather far. “Since the moment you ran into me and spilled a cup full of steaming, sugar-filled coffee all over my work clothes and tried to wipe it off with a McDonald’s napkin, I have have been head-over-heels for you. Aelin, baby, you have no idea how much I’ve enjoyed the past few weeks with you, even as just your friend.”
Aelin took a minute to respond. “Okay, I’ll admit, that was super cheesy.”
Rowan snorted.
“I loved it, though. You pretend to be an old grumpy ass, but you really are a sweetheart.”
“I am no such thing,” Rowan protested.
Aelin just snuggled closer. “If you say so, babe.”
“Well, when did you realize you had a crush on me?”
Aelin scowled. “Don’t interrogate me.”
“You asked the same thing. Besides, I liked you from the moment I saw you. You’re hardly in a position to be embarrassed.”
“Well I am embarrassed, because it was slightly before you liked me. I was eyeing you from the other side of the room, and right when I went up to ask for your number, I misjudged the distance and ran into you.”
“That’s sweet. I’ll hold that against you for the rest of our lives.”
“You’re mean.”
“Aelin, I do have one question. How exactly do you misjudge the distance whilst walking?”
Aelin tensed. “No need to be rude.”
“I was just curious.”
“Well I was fucking waking and them bam! You were right in front of me. It’s your fault really.”
Rowan smiled against Aelin’s neck. “If you say so.”
Aelin started laughing.
“What? What’s funny?”
Aelin giggled even harder. “I just thought of something.”
“And that something is?”
She took a deep breath. “I fell for you. Literally. Get it, cause I sprained my ankle? Like I fell over? And for you? Oh shit, I’m hilarious.”
“Aelin, no.”
She started cackling. “I should be a comedian.”
“That wasn’t at all funny.”
Aelin scowled. “It was. It was priceless. Absolutely comical. Agree with me, dammit!”
“Baby, I’d be lying if I said I found that pathetic attempt at humor at all amusing.”
“Well if you don’t think it’s funny, the only person you’re lying to is yourself.”
Rowan sighed. “Alright, Aelin.”
She just pouted, even though Rowan couldn’t see in the dark. He could feel the annoyance directed at him, however.
“Are we going to discuss how you fell anytime?”
“No, we are not! Haven’t you emotionally abused me enough for one night?”
Rowan chuckled. “Tell me. Please?” At her dismissal, he added, “I’ll tell you an embarrassing story in return. I promise.”
Aelin sighed against his chest. “I hate you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I thought it would be a good idea.”
“That’s how all bad ideas happen.”
Aelin punched Rowan in the arm. “You’re an ass.”
“Tell me.”
“I borrowed a sled from Mr. Darrow across the hall and went down the apartment stairs on it. Three whole levels before I crashed.”
There was a moment of silence after Aelin’s declaration, then Rowan started laughing. Not light, amused chuckling, but deep bellows.
“Stop it. It’s not funny.”
He laughed harder. “Why am I even surprised at this point?”
“Ugh!”
Rowan held Aelin tighter. “Gods, you’re amazing.”
“Um, obviously? You owe me a story.”
“Shit.”
Aelin smiled. “Make it a good one. Like a really awful childhood mishap. The worst one. If I find out there’s something more humiliating than what you tell me, I’ll dump you.”
Rowan groaned. “You’re a menace.”
“Make it a good one, Rowan,” Aelin repeated, her voice teasing while also urgently trying to change the subject from her own little incident.
Rowan sighed. Then started talking. Aelin probably hadn’t ever laughed this hard in her life. But Rowan didn’t mind. If spilling his most mortifying secrets made her laugh, he’d share every degrading memory, just to keep a smile on her face.
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lea-andres · 2 years
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Angst idea??
What if there is the time that they all turned completely feral and no cure to turn them back so the only way is to kill three of them??
Uhhh chile i'm sorry if its too dark for you...
This isn't too dark for ME (and if that remark is in reference to your other question, I do plan to get to it, I just keep forgetting to listen to the song. 😂 My attention span and memory is so shot), I'll just tag the shit out of it.
(If anyone needs me to delete this post, please let me know. My anon should be on, so if you're afraid I or someone else will get mad about you requesting it you can do so that way.)
Okay, so I did mention in the original plotting post that the whole GUN vs Restoration fight started because GUN wanted to shoot the Werehogs to get rid of them, but Jewel was insistent they would not be shot until all other possible solutions have been attempted and have failed.
GUN's only solid argument for shooting them was it'd minimize the amount of civilian injuries, which they certainly proved to be correct on. Even with the Restoration jumping in to fend them off and rescue people who were being attacked, there were still lots of injuries. (Like when they captured Shadow, and almost every single Power character was injured to some degree wrestling the guy down)
She, Tails, and Wave were painfully aware that it might come to putting the Werehogs down. (Which was the hardest for Tails to cope with, because Sonic's one of the three Werehogs.)
Thankfully, it doesn't come to that in my fic. But if it did come to that, it would've been the three of them coming together, seeing if Tails or Wave could come up with any last minute plans to attempt to cure them, and then they'd reluctantly agree that they were out of options and they had to for the sake of the communities.
They would not let GUN do it though. Not in a million years, Sonic, Shadow, and Silver deserve more respect than that. They'd come up with a quick, painless way to put them down.
Jewel, Tails, and Wave would not have come out of that mentally okay though. Wave would *seem* the most unscathed by the event, but she's bottling it up to remain strong and not stress out Jet and Storm further. Tails is obvious (worse than what we saw in Forces. He's a kid and that's his brother after all. :( ), and Jewel... Jewel would crack. Not CS91 Catalyst event levels of cracking (@bitter-sweet-coffee I think is the only person I've shared what happens during the Catalyst event with, but they can vouch that Jewel snaps HARD in that aftermath.), but she'd crack under the guilt of being one of the people making the call to have three of the world's greatest heroes executed.
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gra-sonas · 3 years
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There were so many missed opportunities in that 2 hour finale. They tricked us with Jones finding out about Alex. They didn't follow through with that. I felt like there was a scene missing when Michael showed up with the Lockhart Machine all hurt. Parts of the finale felt disjointed. Sanders was left on the ground with no word how he's doing? Alex's story was Deep Sky, but everyone is there but Alex isn't around, they need to make it make sense, let characters breathe and pace stories better..
I legit can't get over the amount of driving between locations the characters did in those 2 hours. 😂
Deep Sky, Michael's Lair, back to Deep Sky, Deep Sky different level (okay, they didn't drive there, but still), Turquoise Mines Cave, Michael's Lair, back to Deep Sky, The Pony. Not a single scene at the Crashdown tho.
Are they okay? Can they all afford to burn that much fuel? How much time does it take from the junkyard to Deep Sky anyway? :P
I watched the episodes again this afternoon, hoping that it was maybe just my sleep-deprived 2am brain making things up, but I got the same kind of "whiplash feeling" again from how oddly paced the episodes were in some places (Max and Jones switching bodies 50 times in half a minute didn't necessarily help either xD).
Also, this thing the show LOVES to do, where character A struggles, they get a pep talk from character B, only for A to turn around to give a pep talk to a character C. Happened in this episode, too. Not a direct pacing issue, but I feel like there were so many pep talk moments in this episode, that some other scenes I would've loved to see get more screentime had to be kept short in favor of pep talk #472.
I really feel like sometimes the writers get so lost in the plot while also trying to make every single sentence a quip, that they forget about letting a scene unfold and breathe.
Also, the editing sometimes makes things more choppy than necessary, there are scenes where almost every word a character says is filmed from a different angle. Like, Jeez Louise, maybe let the camera linger on a character until they've finished their sentence before cutting away??? (I know they do various takes and pick the "best" ones during editing, but imo it's not always the best for the "flow" of a scene to cut back and forth between characters a million times).
And maybe it's because I've watched and rewatched their scenes the most, but some Malex scenes feel like they are missing moments (and don't even get me started on the 3x10 couch moment that was BLINK OR YOU'LL MISS IT cut short *hrmph*).
I'm sure it's not easy to edit an episode in a truly satisfying way, bc they have to hit certain beats ahead of one of the million commercial breaks, and episodes can't be longer than 41-42 minutes, but when I compare it to let's say Superman & Lois (same network, same requirements re commercial breaks), RNM feels a lot more choppy/oddly-paced overall.
Anyway, regardless of me being salty about 3x12/13, I really liked most of S3. I SWEAR! XD
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mobius-m-mobius · 2 years
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Have you seen the French Dispatch yet? If you haven´t just stop reading and forget this ask. If you have ... are you just as disappointed with herb´s 5 minute screen time as i am? i mean i knew it was a small part but that small? that little baby deserved more
Thank you for the ask and apologies for the v late reply anon, idk if you saw the post I made when you originally sent this but wanted to wait until after wide release before mentioning anything about his screen time. The official answers are that I finally had time to watch last weekend and wasn't surprised but BEYOND disappointed because I love him and he deserves the world :(
(Feel free to stop reading at this point because I'm about to ramble waaaay too much about love of my life Herbsaint Sazerac to the point that this is going behind a read more since there's a whole damn essay coming y'alls way right down to how charming his cute dumb socks are and yes he could leave them on 😔)
SO I'd actually heard about all his scenes / screen time right before the release so going in knowing what to expect helped but even then disappointed's a major understatement :(
Tbh considering the size of the cast and the fact that his roles in Wes movies clearly aren't ever going to be what they were I wasn't expecting more than 10-15 minutes tops but it did feel like a waste of a character with limitless potential, y'know? Not to mention Owen being so prominent in all the trailers and promo...
I guess for me the real letdown was expecting Herb's (hadn't thought of calling him that and LOVE it so thank you again anon 😂) contributions to be scattered more throughout the film rather than basically all at the start and therefore involving a little more interaction outside the newspaper office which was sort of a selfish wish just because Herb's unique, utterly beautiful, and Owen has chemistry working with everyone which is just plain fun to watch ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Maybe I just wanted more Herb scenes to look forward to but the genuine feeling overall was that the film was a fun watch but would've flowed better as a look at a typical, everyday print that happened to have those three stories simultaneously going on around town in between his travel interludes. Keep the opening as is then add in bonus intros to each new plot. Idk, say maybe before part 2 he's meandering around town talking about something lovely but mundane then swerves to avoid some protestors which segues into Revisions to a Manifesto, etc. Eventually the staff gathers and each of them think they've obviously got the lead story except Herb who's cool chilling out in his own world slightly perplexed there was so much going on around town that day or something.
Then you have throwaway lines like how he hates flowers which for whatever reason lives in my head rent free, somehow the character has soooooo much style / depth for the little content we got which makes the low screen time hurt that much more because he could easily carry a whole film. Look at that soft travel bb give him a series of specials asap and let him tour the world 🥰 Everything about him's immediately distinctive from the outfit (those socks AND the beret??? okay icon go on) to his approach around town and the fact that this is the only character Owen's played in a Wes movie that doesn't jump to please people or lean into a more social disposition which I'm choosing to look at as kind of an acknowledgement Owen's been looking for a fresh take on a lot of his recent roles (like his approach to Mobius) and that their irl creative partnership is currently in a similar form of maybe not necessarily being on the same page, kind of begrudgingly so, but there's still respect and appreciation to continue collabs however limited 🙃
(This is already the online equivalent of me talking nonstop for a year or something so giving it a rest but please know I could easily keep going 😂😂)
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elliebartlets · 4 years
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1.10 In Excelsis Deo
Episode:
• I think I watched this one on Christmas so I don’t think I’m gonna forget certain scenes or be surprised by certain thing, but we’ll see
• this one is a tearjerker tho RIP
• holy crap this show is so dark sometimes
• “flamingo is on her way”
“what did you call - what did he call me?!”
• I wonder if Lowell Lydell, the gay teenager who was attacked and later died, was based on Matthew Shepard...
• the scene with Bartlet and the kids is just the cutest thing. Joking around with them and pretending he’s the president of different countries.
• I love how Sam was so against using Laurie to divulge information until Josh told him it was about Leo
• Hugsy the penguin from Friends on Mrs Landingham’s desk!
• ok I didn’t think I’d cry at Mrs Landingham’s monologue but I actually teared up when she said “They had to be so scared. It’s hard not to think that right then, they needed their mother.”
• christ Mandy, shut up! If Bartlet doesn’t want any press there, then let it go!
• oh my god Leo rolling his eyes in Charlie’s direction while Bartlet tells Charlie he’s gonna get Zoey some Latin poem book is pure gold. and when Charlie’s like “I think she’ll like that better than a new stereo sir” and Leo starts laughing and has to walk away? So good 😂😂
• “I have to feed my fish.” 😂
• I mean... if the note Josh wrote Donna in the notebook he gave her and that look Donna gives him after he walks away isn’t proof enough that they are in love....and we have to wait 7 seasons!!!
• never knew or understood who that little boy was supposed to be
• ahh the ending 😭
Podcast:
• guest star: Richard Schiff!
• I’m super excited to listen to this. I think he’ll be a great guest.
• “How did you get the role of Toby Ziegler?”
“I slept with a lot of people.”
2 min in and he’s already making me laugh 😂
• “We used to get awards before you joined the show.”
• Richard Schiff has known Brad since college. Brad Whitford was Richard Schiff s brother’s roommate
• Eugene Levy almost got the role of Toby!
• The original storyline was the polar opposite of what the episode ended up being. Based on a writer’s real experience with his dad or something, the original plot involved Toby reluctanly showing up to the crime scene and cracking jokes. Richard was very offended by it, because he felt it wasn’t in Toby’s character to do those things, so much so that he started crying when Tommy Schlamme brought up that he heard he didn’t like it. (He even choked up while talking about it y’all I can’t! 😭)
• the plot was originally written for Sam
• holy crap he forgot Rob Lowe’s name too! Did this whole cast just block him out of their conscious? I’m freaking screaming rn this is the most hilarious thing
• the cast would travel to DC 3-4 times a year and would shoot 3-4 episodes worth of exteriors
• They weren’t allowed to shoot on the Korean War Memorial, but they did anyway. This is called a guerrilla shot, where they shoot on real locations without any warnings/permits.
• oh my god he’s tearing up again!
• I can’t take this!
• the actor who played Tom Noonan, the guy Toby talks to about where he could find someone who knew Walter, is a veteran
• there was a lot of rehearsal on the set, more than an average TV show. They created a culture where they would “rehearse for us, then rehearse for the camera.”
• I never even thought about if Toby would know why Mrs Landingham would want to go to the funeral, but I’m glad Richard played it as if he knew her story and remembered why she would want to.
• love Richard’s point about how great writers plant seeds and bring them up later instead of just randomly incorporating them at last minute
“If you don’t plant the seeds, the reveal isn’t impactful.”
Too many tv shows don’t do this, which is why they fail (in my book.)
• there is a lot of death in this episode. How did I never notice that?
• so Lowell Lydell was modeled after Matthew Shepard.
• I love how Josh keeps teasing Richard by saying “Rob Lowe?” everytime he forgets the name of something.
• “The Mets didn’t exist in ‘61.”
“Neither did I.”
“That’s fucked up.”
oh my god that was great
• “I was thinking ‘What would it be like to have sex with Allison Janney?’” honestly I already knew that story but still. amazing.
• Lisa Edelstein (Laurie) and Richard were on a show together called Relativity. She played the lesbian daughter of Richard’s character.
• honestly Richard is dropping some truth bombs. I would like to think this episode would win an Emmy today, but it would have a less chance with how overacted, dramatic and loud scenes/shows have to be nowadays.
“How people have to wave two hands, jump up and down, getting naked and then slit someone’s throat just to get people to look at you.”
• love hearing him talk about how great John Spencer was
• “You’ll do this with other episodes right?”
“Uh yeah.”
“That sounded tentative.”
“It’s not tentative. I just don’t know if I’m gonna be alive by Thursday. All doubt comes from the fact that I could be dead, soon.”
“Is there something we don’t know or is that just your take on life?”
“No I just think it’s the nature of existential strife.”
lmao
• holy crap there’s a part 2 to this??
• oh my god this was so long. This was probably the best one next to Dulè Hill’s. I’m gonna be really surprised if anyone reads all of this but I really enjoy doing them. I like typing out summaries/thoughts/favorite things so I can look back on them.
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divinefireangel · 2 years
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I’m hereeee 🥳 (this ask is so long i’m sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this,, should i start permanently using small font when i’m sending you asks)
truthfully I don’t think I’m managing at all lmao because uni is fucking me over and People are so difficult to deal with, I’m way too negative for this shit but eh, I’ll survive. I have to 😂😂😂
i’m glad i didn’t miss your birthday! i remembered april but i couldn’t remember what date (i tried checking the old asks i sent you but i didn’t see anything lmao) but yaaayy for me being early 😂
also it’s been a year and a month since i started stanning sf9!!! thank you sf9 for letting me find sushie too 🥺 (“find” sounds so ominous; i originally wrote “meet” but that sounds misleading ahjdghgjhhja)
re: the previous ask of mine that you answered—
I’M SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU ARE ATINY AND BABY MOA, i lowkey listen to txt and svt now, never thought i’d get here because i was just not interested for the longest time but they’re p cool :D
san is FANTASTIC he’s just so adorable. i was watching atz content after a long time on sunday and also today and he made me Very Happy. dunno if i told u already but i’m hongjoong biased 🤩 (ok i saw the end of your answer haha answer geonbaehaja and yesss it’s joong! i might as well be ot8 though because they’re my ult group and i love them all so much – skz is telling me lately that i also ult them but jury’s still out because i refuse to admit things easily)
flappy ducky sush /gives you a smooch you make me very happy too, even if i haven’t been around for months now gjhsghhhjdfghja blame tumblr <//3 i simply forget this hellsite is a thing
i’m late but CONGRATS ON THE SCHOLARSHIP AND GPA!!!!!!!!
how do u feel about skz’s new comeback? i’m shgfjhshjda GODDD i love them so much 🥺 i have so many thoughts but they kinda just leave lmao but i love love loooooooove it! loving all the songs and the mvs too,, i love them all equally and there are seven (7) songs so i’m really not gonna list them l m f a o but i’m especially fond of lonely st. and charmer. i want charmer vid </3 i ALSO WANT THE COMPLETE STORY BEHIND THEIR ODDINARY TRAILER LIKE ?? DUDE? DON’T LEAVE ME HANGING HERE… I WANT TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON… the way felix gets terrified and the way they all behave is so hot i just love it i want 10,000 minutes of it. glorious plot stuff.
sending you all the happy vibes i can scrounge up :D i was finally able to watch the recent skz weekly idol episode and seungminnie was soso cute it gave me life. while i procrastinated on a paper due friday lmao aNYWAY SENDING YOU HAPPY VIBES!!!!~ I HOPE U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
—babytasy
FINALLY I'M ANSWERING YOUR ASK SRY I GOT BUSY BUT THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE TwT
Lmao issokay, I think our convos are too fun to miss 😂
SAME. I hate it here 💀🔪🥲
Well yeah, that's okay tho, cause I was very busy on b'day anyway and you remembered my birth month which makes me happy cause I'm shit at remembering birthdays
Awwnnnn thanks for becoming a fantasy!! Meet sounds good to me XD
Oo I'm a Joong soft stan lmao frankly that man on stage scares me more than my man on stage ifykyk
GLADLY ACCEPTS SMOOCHES OMG
It's ok lol, blame me too, I forgot as well even tho I'm a lil more answerable 💀💀💀💀
Thank youuuu ALSO IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE MANIAC
My fav is Waiting For Us cause Kim Seungmin and also that it makes me feel so angsty but in a comforting way idk 😂
It looked very Yandere 👀💀 It was hot I gotta say
THANK YOU BABYYYY 😘😘😘😘
My eternal love and appreciation for you, as always ❤
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TWW Rewatch: The Dover Test (6.06)
• I’m working on my Taylor Swift painting while watching this so I may miss some things
• it’s been a minute, I say everytime I come back to this rewatch. I can’t even remember what is happening lmao
• Also I keep going back and forth between s3 with my mom and my own rewatch and when I watched s3 with my mom the other night I was like “wow, I kinda forgot about rob lowe” and she was like “how do you forget rob lowe is in this?” and I forgot that she doesn’t know he leaves in s4 and I didn’t wanna spoil it for her so I was like 👀 idk...
• anyway I’m done rambling now
• is Donna pissed at Josh?
• man I thought Leo was going somewhere but nope. Just getting dressed in a suit and tie to do his daily walk around the hotel 😞
• and Donna’s most likely having PTSD from seeing the peacekeeper bombings
• Colin! That was his name. God I legit couldn’t remember it. Probably cause I always called him Lucius 😂
• oh I vaguely remember Josh being an asshole towards Donna in this ep and the upcoming eps??
• Toby was doing a lot better briefing, but jeez the press really likes to twist people’s words don’t they?
• he was just trying to make a point that each life matters, whether it’s one person or a many persons (aka a hundred). He wasn’t saying that he was expecting 100 bodies smh
• “no means no. leave her alone.”
I agree with the message Josh but wow talk about bad context!!
• “You should thank me for my chivalry.”
Oh. my god.
• “You go girl. Do people still say that?”
Lmao but also Leo that back in s1!!
• I feel like I didn’t say anything about Will, or Josh and Santos. meh. I don’t really care. Why Will is still in the show, I don’t know.
• man, that ending got me feeling some type of way.
Of course it was touching to see Bartlet talk to the wounded peacekeepers and pray with one of them, and the look on Annabeth’s face when she realized why this shouldn’t have been a photo op was great too, but I guess this felt a little more personal to me. My brother’s joining the Marines and there’s always the possibility of him getting injured or, god forbid, dying. So I guess just seeing the injured soldiers and hearing about felt more personal this time around cause I was picturing my brother in that position. My mom’s already freaking out about Trump possibly leading us into a war and if god forbid my brother was killed she, like the father of the slain soldier, would deny Trumps call so fast. (If he even had the decency to call.) She’d go off on whatever poor secretary Trump has. idk the plot just made me draw parallels to my own life.
• also
“I don’t wanna let the President down.”
“I don’t either.”
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“We’re not gonna let the President down.”
🥺😩✊🏼♥️
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