#like your homophobia is wild marvel!!!!!!
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For the ship game! Bachisagi, hubris
A/N : Honestly for these had to remember it's not asking for full on fics just what comes to your head first TT so sorry
tw for homophobia
Hubris: Excessive Pride, Defiance of the Gods
When it came out that famous soccer player Isagi Yoichi, main playmaker of the experimental Blue Lock project, was dating Bachira Meguru a fellow player...a man...all hell broke loose. Not even Anri could pr her way out of a just slightly off screen kiss that managed to get onto Blue Lock TV. There was an outpouring of outraged fans, some fangirls of either of the boys who were simply upset that they'd never have a chance, some claiming that the repressive enviornment had changed their behavior and this was more proof BLLK was unnatural, and still others simply sending in death threats.
Isagi was completely unaware of this. He thought that maybe, just maybe he was far away enough from the prying eyes of the camera...but he didn't know they were in the common areas too. He thought they were just on the field until he used his reward points to get his phone back. If there was one thing Isagi Yoichi was, it was prideful. He couldn't deny that watching people react to his skills was as validating as it was unreal, seeing the love pour in from around the world only made him more motivated to keep going and to defeat Kaiser. But this time when he looked up his name on Twitter all he got were clips of him kissing Bachira.
His cheeks went red. Fuck. He hastily scrolled through the tag past the frankly violating fanart that had been posted at light speed, past the wild speculations and accusations, all the way to a comment from one of his old teammates. "Always knew that guy was off..he was always looking at me weird during practices. Fucking disgusting. I hope he gets kicked out of there soon and seen as the fluke he is, he's just there to try and make the other guys date him." Isagi stared at that one for a long time, he frankly couldn't even remember who this guy was and now he was claiming Isagi was eyeing him? "Why does every good player have to be a homo these days this is actually sickening..just imagine what they do off camera..." Isagi turned off his phone, he'd seen enough, he had a match tomorrow he should be training for that.
Yoichi kicked like he meant to break the goal in half, he kicked like he was trying to behead someone, he almost broke the image generating collar of the fake goalie. He just wanted to get rid of everything he was feeling welling up inside of him like a bucket trying to hold its own under torential rainfall. He felt disgusted at himself, like his pride had been marred and he'd been caught commiting a crime. What would his parents think? What would Ego say? How the hell did that even get online in the first place. Isagi let out a scream of pure anger as he angled his kick towards a camera in the corner of the room. He knew those bastards were watching him even now and making jokes about his tantrum. He had to score next match..he had to crush the opposition..he had to prove himself..he was better than them.
"Is this...a bad time?" Shit. Isagi didn't turn around, even though he really really wanted to. He just kept his back to Bachira, his breathing slowing as he tried to weigh his options in his head. "Y'know, I was wondering if you were coming to lunch, all the good stuff is going to be gone soon.." AKA, come with me, I want to spend time with you. Bachira felt so smart when he came up with those little code words and phrases to talk to Isagi without letting the producers and sponsors of Blue Lock know everything...Isagi marveled at how useless that was now.
"I already ate. You can beat it, I want to practice alone."
Bachira stiffened. Isagi was never this blunt with him, sure he was shy sometimes but there was a new edge to his partner's voice that made his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Isagi..."
"Meguru-" Isagi never called him Meguru. "just get the hell out. I need to actually focus." If only he could see the way Bachira's heart sunk when he said that, if only he turned around and saw his amber eyes glossy with held back tears, maybe he would've been a little kinder. "I said fucking beat it damn it! Didn't you hear I already ate? We need to start being serious. This is a competition and only one of our egos will win. If you practice with me all the time you'll know everything right?! My prefrences, my likes and dislikes, why I do what I do......"
It had taken so, so long to get to this point. So many hours of talking in front of the screens and watching replays of matches, so many small touches and compliments, so many moments spent awkwardly questioning if they both felt the same way. Only to be ripped apart as one instant on some viral tv show they barely even asked to be on. "So fucking leave."
In that instant, Isagi didn't know Bachira had already left.
:After The Match:
Bachira knew exactly what Isagi was upset about. He saw the clip after Hiori mentioned it to him in passing ("Oh and I didn't know you two were a couple. That explains a lot.") and he was similarly horrified by people's responses. But there was one key difference between Isagi and Bachira.
Bachira had been through this type of thing before. He had been kicked and bullied and called names for doing things no one else understood. He'd been called weird and gross and abnormal before. And his only response was to keep going. He couldn't stop these people from calling him horrible things and he sure as hell couldn't please them. If some team wanted to drop their offer because he loved someone and they loved him back then so be it. He'd be damned if he stopped showing up for his boyfriend.
So he went to watch his match on the benches. The way he got so riled up during the match, staring at the field like a man on a mission, the amazing goals he scored when no one saw him coming..it all reminded Bachira why he loved Isagi so much in the first place. Just seeing him explode with speed and purpose across the turf got his heart racing and his looks when he blocked someone before stealing the ball were only comparable to a supermodel. The angles he managed to hit the ball at, the spin he put into it, all of it made Bachira proud to be Isagi's boyfriend. He just had to wait until he was back to prove it.
"Isagi! That was amazing!" Shit. Isagi couldn't turn his back this time so he just tried to wave him off. There were showers in the common areas too after all.
"Bachira.." There was nothing more he wanted than to collapse into his arms, his whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like he had been running from something his whole life. God, why was he so perfect with his two toned hair and sculpted muscles? Why was he so gentle, wrapping around Isagi like a warm blanket after a hard day? "You're making this so hard."
"What avoiding me after that kiss was caught on TV?"
"Y-you know about that!? Bachira we have to stay apart until this all cools down I- I can't waste my carrer."
Bachira only hugged him tighter. "You think they're gonna stop. But they won't. You're scared, I get it. I kind of am too. But there's no way I'm letting some people online who've never even touched a soccer ball tell me to stop kissing you." Isagi gently pushed away to create just enough distance to stare into his eyes, it was his turn to get teary.
"Fuck, I-I..are you sure?"
"Yeah. I am." And right there, in front of a well placed camera, Bachira kissed Isagi Yoichi, top soccer player and emerging super star. And he was planning to do it again and again, as long as he let him.
#blue lock#bllk#asks#isagi yoichi#bachira#bachira x isagi#bachira x isagi blue lock#bllk fanfic#bluelock
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A classic: pinapple on pizza is actually good
John Watson is out of character in series 4
Izzy kinda deserves that his backstory & internalised homophobia be explored but he's an abusive asshole and shouldn't be forgiven for that (i love the character though)
Small talk should be prohibited (as should la bise in france, let's keep not doing that for real 😅)
T.aylor S.wift is overrated (I'm sorry - i'm joking i just mean I don't particularly like her music, that is all, don't hurt me 😂)
Bacon is disgusting
ASMR is the most annoying thing on earth to me (i have mysophonia, turns out)
French cinema and tv shows are awful (but from time to time a wild actual good movie/show appears)
Tarantino is overrated
It's okay to never have kids and it's okay to don't like kids (not okay to make them know it and be jerks though)
Gender is a complete illusion and completely made up and makes no sense
Autistic people are not the ones who are bad at communicating, neurotypicals are
It's okay to cut out people from your life as soon as you feel uncomfortable around them - even family, even lifelong friends
There is no nice way of mocking people, it's hurtful and bad
If you don't know any woman who's been assaulted and/or harassed, it's most likely that no woman felt safe enough around you to tell you
Same with other stuff btw, like, if you know no queer person, no neurodivergent person, no mentally ill person, etc... in fact you likely do
Funko pops are the best way to have fandom merch that is: pretty, cheap, cat-proof (meaning don't break easy), fun, enjoyable as toys, customable, etc
I don't think David Tennant is that sexy 😬 (as Crowley, yes, maybe, but that's it)
Animated movies should get better recognition
Marvel movies ARE cinema and can be absolutely brilliant and worth no less than any other kind of movie
I never liked Harry Potter, I never considered it good
I think people just talk about A.mber and J.ohnny's trial too much, they're both shitty people but the point is no one is impartial nor have all the elements to be able to to have an opinion on this subject appart from the main concerned, the jury, judges, and their lawyers (and some people are downright disrespectful while talking about it, it's not entertainment)
btw there's a reason in france filming trials is forbidden - this is the reason
Sherlock is still a brilliant show despite how it ended and who it was written by, I think it's not fair to now say s1, 2 and 3 where bad
Tracing from reference for art is ok
Using references for art is not only ok but necessary and useful
Work should be abolished and everything should be free
Saying "it's just fiction, it doesn't matter" is wrong, when defending problematic behavior in it, and when denying representation, fiction is never just fiction, it's impactful, it has consequences.
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I guess some of those aren't really hot takes idk but that's what came to my head 😄
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i cannot believe marvel has the audacity to even suggest that any of their ratchet hetero ships even come close to matching this level of romance
#stucky#like your homophobia is wild marvel!!!!!!#and youre shooting yourself in the foot!!!!!#theyre literally separated by a fiery pit of hell and doom with no escape#but steve leaps across merely from looking at bucky and his resolute determination not to to anywhere without steve#go*#liek?? wtf??????????????#and this is ontl one scene from the first film???????????#this isnt showing up in the tags and im too lazy to repost but jfc guys#gif belongs to viswanda
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/ so, inspired by a fanart i did recently have some fem sirius being a lesbian and having a lot of conflicting feelings!
cw: internalised homophobia, religious (catholic) themes, very brief contemplation of nudity (i guess)
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“-inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me,” Sirius slowly whispers to herself, head low, breathing in the scent of smoking incense and burning candle wax.
The chapel is empty - rightfully so, seeing as it is nearing 1 am by now. Only the faint light of the candles atop of the altar shines in the room - it’s far too cloudy for the moonlight to come through the stained glass. There’s no sounds in the air, aside an occasional ambience of the night.
Being by herself, and with no chance of anyone interrupting her, Sirius kneels at the kneeler in the main portion of the small chapel. Rather than in front of the main altar, she’s at the side one, with a marble statue of Virgin Mary right in the centre. She had been taught by a nanny - the one who cared for her since birth - that it’s Mary you should go to if you seek guidance and, most of all, forgiveness. The purest of souls, she had been, and that she continues to be, blessing peace onto those who truly seek it. It’s what she had believed in, and poured that belief into Sirius, urging her to pray, rosary in hand, every night before bed.
It has been years since then, though. Sirius’s view of the world is so much different, now that she’s nearly an adult woman. She has met a great number of people, read a great number of books. Her beliefs are so much more than what they’ve been when she was little, mindlessly following her parents’ every step and command. She is worth more than that, now she knows.
And yet, here she is, once again, kneeled with a rosary in hand, just as she had been as a child. Except when she was small, things had been so simple. That whirlwind of emotions inside her chest and constant battle in her mind were nowhere in sight, not the way they are now, ever-present, constantly nagging her and making it hard to breathe.
She prays for so many things. Forgiveness. Guidance. Knowledge. An answer of any kind, really. A push towards one of the sides of war her mind and soul are battling. She doesn’t know who to believe, she doesn’t know if she should feel dirty or proud, whether she should seek penance and plead remorse, or let go and follow her heart.
If only Mary could answer her. Just that one question. Yes, or no.
Is what the people say true? The nuns and pastors and her parents, are they right? When they say that people like her are a plague on this world, that they’ll burn in hell, is this what awaits her?
“Is it wrong of me to love a woman?”
No answer ever comes, of course. None ever does.
God works in mysterious ways, Father Connolly would say. Frankly, Sirius thinks he’s full of shit.
She has gone through almost twenty beads on her rosary when she hears the unmistakable sound of the chapel doors opening.
She freezes, breathing out quietly, squeezing the rosary in her hand, waiting for a teacher to call her name. She’s no stranger to detention, of course, but maybe this time she could talk her way out - she left her bed, yes, but only to pray in the chapel. Surely whatever nun caught her out of bed after curfew will understand that.
“Sirius?”
At the sound of that voice, her breath catches in her throat. The very same voice that got her kneeling here tonight, torn from the inside, aching with confusion. Burning with desire.
“Remus,” she replies, hoping her voice sounds at least a bit relaxed, not giving away the sudden pace of her heart and the coil in her stomach. She shoves the rosary into the pocket of her jacket, and she quickly turns around, standing up.
Remus walks towards her from the darkness, lit by the gentle candlelight. For the first time, Sirius sees her with her hair loose, falling in curling strands around her face and down past her shoulders, resting on her chest. She’s wearing a nightgown - a white, thin fabric, from the looks of it.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Remus says at sudden, gesturing at the kneeler.
“I was done anyway,” Sirius replies with a smile. She sits down on the kneeler, trying to appear relaxed.
Remus nods, and steps closer to sit right next to Sirius, leaning against the brick wall of the altar, facing Sirius with her head just slightly cocked to the side.
“What are you out here for this late?”
Sirius chooses to shrug - she can’t exactly say why. It’s not like she could tell anyone at all, yet alone Remus of all people.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she replies finally.
“So you decided to pray?”
“You have said before that I’m ‘the religious type’,” Sirius reminds her with a smile. “It’s just… I had a nanny growing up. My parents are pretty well off, and it’s like a thing in our family to have someone take care of the kids full time. And that nanny would have me pray before bed, every single night. She said that if I ever need guidance or forgiveness or comfort, I should pray to Mary.”
“And you’re looking for guidance? Or forgiveness?” Remus nudges her with her shoulder, smiling in that particular way of hers that makes all of Sirius’s insides feel as if she’s on fire in the most pleasant of ways.
She looks gorgeous in the faint candlelight. Her hair is wild, curling here and there, a few strands over her face yet she doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sirius can just faintly see the scattering of freckles on her nose - a nose flushed red just slightly, likely cause of the cold outside. Her lips are red too - plump, smooth, soft.
And once she lets her eyes wander, Sirius can’t stop it. Her long neck, the necklace she always wears resting on it. Her collarbones, barely visible from under her hair. A few freckles disappearing under the edge of her gown.
She isn’t wearing a bra, Sirius notes, cursing herself for even noticing. And yet, when Remus leans back on her forearms and turns her head to look around her chapel, stretching her body in an outright sinful way, Sirius can’t not look. The curve of her breasts hidden by the thin fabric - just barely there and yet at the same time drawing her eyes in, taunting her.
“Say,” Sirius says at last - slowly, carefully choosing every word that falls out of her mouth, still letting her eyes bask in the glory of the woman before her. “-do you think that if something is out of your control - you try to go against it as much as you can, but it’s not possible… is it sin? You can’t help it no matter how hard you try, it’s like… engraved into you. Is it still unforgivable?”
Remus is silent for a moment, her head still turned forward towards the chapel. And so Sirius’s eyes remain fixed on her, the curve of her body, the way the fabric falls around those curves, covering some but still letting her see just enough of her silhouette.
Licking her lips, Sirius’s mind wanders back to the thoughts she rarely lets herself have - what would she look like without that nightgown covering her? What would it be like to see her here, posing on display, her whole body uncovered and shameless?
Is loving a woman so bad, if clearly women were made to be worshipped? Sirius can’t imagine not letting her eyes sway around Remus’s body, wishing so badly to as much as see it, touch it just once. It would only be natural to follow those desires. And if this is the forbidden fruit, as if Eve were the forbidden fruit… Adam had succumbed to her. How can Sirius not?
“You are who you are,” Remus answers. She turns back towards Sirius, scooting a bit closer. “-and don’t the texts say that God made us in his image?”
“They do, but-”
“Then how could something within your nature be wrong? If it’s that much out of your control that you can do nothing to stop it, how different is it from breathing? From eating? From living? It’s a natural part of you, and it was intended to be a part of you. You don’t need to ask for forgiveness if there’s nothing to forgive.”
Sirius lets her eyes hit the floor, breathing slowly.
If what Remus says is true, why has she heard, over and over, that people like her are not welcome within their communities? Why have all of their teachers preached against it and acted as if it’s the greatest sin one could commit?
“I know a lot of people talk, but often enough, they don’t know what they’re talking about,” Remus continues, seemingly reading into Sirius’s thoughts or straight into her soul. “We’ve had so many classes on it, read through pretty much every page of the Bible. Do you remember any lines that said it’s sinful? Even one?”
She doesn’t. Maybe she’s forgotten, but honestly, she would have remembered. It would be engraved into her conscience just like everything she had heard people say about it. Her thoughts circle around it every night, when she can’t sleep. Every word, every threat, every stab right in the heart. Sinful, unnatural, wrong, Adam, Eve, Hell.
And yet she doesn’t remember stumbling onto it in the one source that does matter most.
“Of course, you could always read through it again, but I don’t see the point, honestly,” Remus keeps talking, shrugging at her, once again with that smile. “I can tell you, if Mary could tell you, she’d say that you’re good. It might seem terrifying at first, but you’re not the only one that feels this way.”
Sirius blinks slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. It’s as if-
“D-do-... are you-... what?”
Remus laughs - and truly, it is a marvellous sound, one Sirius could compare to what she thinks a choir of angels would likely sound like - and she gets up, brushing off any dirt from her gown.
“I know what you’re talking about, yes,” she confirms, taking a step back, but turning around so she can still look Sirius in the face. “Trust me when I say it - you aren’t the only one.”
She smiles, and Sirius feels like her brain isn’t quite catching up with what’s going on at the moment. And then Remus takes a few steps towards her and brushes a strand of Sirius’s hair behind her ear, her face close enough that Sirius sees the reflection of flickering candles in her honey eyes.
It’s a short, fleeting moment - Remus is there, with her eyes and freckles and hair and nose and smile and smell of chocolate and vanilla -and then she’s gone, taking a step back, then two, then three.
“I’ll see you around. Goodnight, Sirius.”
She steps away. Turns around. And with that she leaves, her white gown fluttering with her movement, her hair bouncing with her step, disappearing into the darkness. Sirius is left to herself in the empty chapel, heart hammering, chest flaming with emotion, stomach tight with desire.
God have mercy on me.
#this is the gayest thing i've written in quite a while#might turn into a full fic#if people will like this damn mess cuz i think it's kinda obscure sfkdsf#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#fem wolfstar#female wolfstar#fem sirius black#female sirius black#fem remus lupin#female remus lupin#just two gals being pals in a chapel#my tag#writing tag#my writing tag
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The Glorious Queer Potential of Viola and Orsino in Twelfth Night
for Shakespeare Appreciation Week - Day Three - Lovers Day
This is a long-promised essay/ramble and I’m chucking it under Lover’s Day because it mostly concerns Viola and Orsino. I suppose an alternate title for it could be Orsino: He’s as Queer as the Rest of Them.
Before we begin, brief caveat: queerness exists in many forms and means many things to many people. This is my reading as one (1) singular queer person. Also, as you will have noticed if you read this far, I’m using the word queer. Not only is it an academically accepted term and one of my personal identifiers, it is in many cases the best descriptor for people and relationships in a play written in a time where gender and sexuality were constructed differently than they are today. Am I going to use the word “bisexual” when I talk about Orsino? Probably. But overall, the play’s just queer, in terms of gender, sexual attraction, and social relationships.
Let’s start with Viola (another heads up, I’m going to refer to her mostly as Viola because that’s how she seems to think about herself, and I’m going to use she/her pronouns). I believe @shredsandpatches recently made an argument that Viola can be read as a trans woman, which is an argument I love—she’s clearly uncomfortable with her masculine disguise (“Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, / Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. / How easy is it for the proper-false / In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!”) but she also passes as a man marvelously well. Like, people make a few comments about her higher voice, but nobody actually seems to suspect that she’s a woman until she’s finally in the same place as Sebastian and everyone goes “twins?!” Viola being a trans woman would also make the whole “she and Sebastian are literally identical” thing much more plausible, although one should never let “biological technicalities” get in the way of a good twin plot. I think there are also arguments to be made for playing Viola as a gender nonconforming cis woman who thinks, “It’ll be safer if I just pass as a man”, or with some other relationship to genderqueerness. (And by the way, when I say “arguments to be made”, sometimes that can mean the argument is “I, a queer person, feel like playing Viola this way.” Sometimes you just gotta do it for the queer joy, you know?)
So, Orsino. The two most memorable Orsinos I’ve seen have been Nicholas Bishop in the 2017 RSC production and Oliver Chris in the 2017 National Theatre production (truly we were blessed with Twelfth Nights in 2017). The RSC production chose to look at Orsino and immediately go, “This is not a Straight Man” which was valid of them—from the get-go, you understand why Orsino might go for a person who’s got some excellent gender-fuckery going on. In the NT production, Orsino is much more of a jock and, to my interpretation, definitely Thinks He’s Straight, which is fun because you get to see his heterosexuality crumble before his very eyes. (The moment where Viola reveals herself as a woman and Orsino lets out a long “oh thank God” breath can read a little too close to “no homo” for my liking, but Oliver Chris is good at making even asshole characters weirdly endearing, so I will let it pass.)
With both of these productions, you also have to consider the era they’re set in: the RSC is in the Victorian era, the NT in the 1970s (I think. I’m pretty sure it’s the 70s. Could be the 60s?) In the RSC, one could infer that Orsino’s commitment to getting Olivia to love him stems from the homophobia of the society he’s living in. Would he love to be able to just get with men? Sure. But the odds of him getting away with that for his entire life are low. The show’s design really makes this production Shakespeare-by-way-of-Wilde: the sets, the costumes (especially Antonio, who’s literally wearing a green carnation in his lapel). By evoking Wilde and his persecution, the production reminds the viewer that plenty of the people in this play—Antonio, Olivia, Viola, Orsino—can’t show the outside world their true queer selves, however much they might want to be.
Now, the NT production’s version of Orsino reads to me very much like someone going through a bisexual awakening. Source: I have undergone a bisexual awakening and I took one look at Orsino in this production and went *John Mulaney voice* “Oh, okay.” To me, Oliver Chris’s Orsino is going through the motions of compulsive heterosexuality. By all accounts, he should be in love with Olivia. It makes sense to him. He knows all the motions to go through. He’s talked himself into loving her because that’s what you do when you feel you need to be visibly in love with a woman and she’s the most suitable person around.
But once Orsino meets Viola, he seems to immediately adore her, in his own bro way, for herself. This isn’t what he’s used to attraction being like, he doesn’t immediately recognize it because Cesario is a guy, sometimes guys are just friends with other guys and do a lot of homoerotic boxing practice (still not over it) and it’s just dudes being bros and chilling on a table at your fortieth birthday part five feet apart because you’re not gay (spoiler: you’re actually really gay, and by gay I mean pick your favorite flavor of polysexual queerness).
Orsino continues to refer to Viola as Cesario up until the end of the play, mostly because Viola is still wearing men’s clothes. In early modern England, clothes were a huge part of gender expression. Cross-dressing was against the law (I’m 99% sure, someone please correct me on this if I’m wrong; it’s been several years since I discussed queer early modern stuff in a formal setting). Orsino referring to Viola as Cesario even when he knows she’s a woman is one of those things that has a reasonable historic explanation, but can also be read nowadays as: he likes it. Orsino’s into genderqueerness, and good on him. Genderqueerness is attractive as hell.
I know we sometimes lament the end of Twelfth Night along the lines of “But Will! Tell us what the original super-gay ending was!!” I totally understand why people want to see Olivia and Viola wind up together (Olivia—another raging queer who I didn’t even get to in this ramble—does seem to be truly in love with Viola and it’s hard to leave her disappointed at the end of the play), and I think we’re all heartbroken for Antonio (he just loves Sebastian so MUCH). However, I want to point out that men and women can still have queer romantic relationships with each other. A love story between Viola as a straight trans woman and Orsino as a bisexual cis man is still a queer love story.
Happy Lovers Day, my loves! Have a fabulously queer day.
#theplaysthething2020#twelfth night#shakespeare#viola x orsino#harry-leroy#mg says stuff#queer ramblings
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Fic: Doubt Your Doubts
Klaine Advent 2020: inconclusive
Words: ~850 words
Summary: Blaine has a question. Kurt doesn’t like it.
Rating: Teen and up
Another vignette from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Advent 2020. The two long fics from that universe are on ao3: Small Things, about Kurt growing up Mormon, and A Marvelous Work and a Wonder, about the first day of Kurt and Blaine working/living together as missionary companions (co-missionaries) in Germany.
This vignette takes place after Lead, Kindly Light and Rings and Things. Kurt and Blaine are serving together as missionaries in Ingolstadt, Germany, for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, AKA the Mormons. If you want more context, you can read the stories mentioned above and/or see the notes of my previous Klaine Advent 2020 posts.
Notes: A quad is a book that contains the four major scripture volumes of The Church of Jesus Christ of latter day Saints: The Bible, the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price. In the Book of Mormon, Captain Moroni and Pahoran are two men on the same side of a war. David and Jonathan are from the Hebrew Bible.
Warnings: UST/unresolved romantic tension, internalized and institutional homophobia, first fight (I promise this arc and verse have a happy ending, but since I'm writing these in someone random order, you might not get resolution as soon as you’d like.)
If you have any questions about cultural and religious references (or corrections on my German!), feel free to use my ask box!
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“Do you ever think the church is wrong about homosexuality?” Blaine blurted out a Wednesday morning in during companionship Scripture study, right in the middle of Alma 61:15.
Kurt’s skin prickled unpleasantly. Blaine had seemed distracted and out of it all morning. He'd been bouncing his leg annoyingly underneath the table the entire time they'd been reading together. He kept looking at Kurt instead of his Scriptures. This odd, inscrutable look. Like the answers he should be looking for in scripture, he might find in Kurt’s brain.
“No,” Kurt said too quickly. “And what makes you ask? Certainly not ‘give unto them power to conduct the war in that part of the land.’”
“No. I mean, earlier in the chapter, there is that part where Pahoran rejoices in the greatness of Captain Moroni’s heart. I thought maybe Pahoran was gay.”
Kurt did a double take back at his quad. How had Blaine gotten that out of this? “I don't think he could be gay. He's in the Book of Mormon. And he's one of the good guys.”
“Kurt.” The syllable was heavy with sadness, or disappointment. “Please don’t say that. You’re one of the good guys too. You know that, right?”
“We're not talking about me. We're talking about your wild, baseless claims about scripture.”
“They are not baseless. At the most, they’re inconclusive. I’m just— I don't think we can assume that everybody in the Book of Mormon is straight just because Mormon didn't say one way or another. I mean, it hardly gets mentioned if any of these guys have wives, either.”
“They're fighting for their ‘wives and children,’ Blaine.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean every single one of them—nevermind. It's not about Moroni and Pahoran, anyway. It’s—” Blaine flipped through the pages of his quad. “I was looking at First and Second Samuel in my personal scripture study this morning. And … I don't know.” He looked up at Kurt, then down at his quad, then back at Kurt—like somewhere between the two of them, everything would be made clear. “I think Jonathan and David are in love with each other.”
“What? No. They’re friends—best friends.”
“Second Samuel 1:26.” Blaine pointed to the verse in his quad. Kurt didn't need to find it. He'd read it a hundred times, wondering the same thing as Blaine. But that didn't make it okay to say it. And it definitely didn't make it okay for Blaine to look at him with that expression of joy and wonder in his eyes, as if Blaine had accomplished something amazing by finding this verse, as if it was a truth around which Kurt could build his life.
It didn't make it okay for Blaine to smile softly at Kurt as he recited, “‘Thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.’”
Kurt closed his eyes. This was not happening. This was not happening. This. Was. Not. Happening.
“That’s not— that's not what that means, Elder Anderson. And I don't know how you can think that. King David has, what, a dozen wives?”
“Maybe he had a dozen wives because he didn't really love any of them.”
“No, elder. No. I suppose this is some misguided attempt to give me role models or— or— I don’t know, but it’s inappropriate and I don’t appreciate it.” Kurt slammed his quad shut and stood up from the table, grabbing his pencils and journal and copy of Preach My Gospel. “It’s not going to do me any good even if they were in love, because that’s not what we teach today. And you know that, and it’s not fair for you to bring it up when you have no stake in the game.”
“Kurt—”
“This is my burden, okay? Don’t you get that? I’m never going to have someone to love who loves me back, and even if I did it wouldn’t matter because what are the chances that I would find someone who loves the church as much as I do? Zero, because they’re either gay and left the church, or they’re gay and can’t join. And that’s my lot, because I’m crazy or stupid or inspired enough to want it all, and I’m never going to have it. While you get to go home from your mission and find a wife and build a family and—”
“Kurt—”
“Don’t ‘Kurt’ me, Elder Anderson. I’ve had enough. Come up with whatever crazy theories you want, but we're done talking about this. I'm finishing my scripture study alone. In the bedroom. And you— you need to read something else. Do you have a copy of Elder Uchtdorf’s Doubt Your Doubts? I think you’ll find it illuminating.”
“Kurt, I’m not doubting. I just—”
“Do you have a copy or not?”
“Yes. You know Elder Uchtdorf’s my favorite apostle.”
But Kurt was already in the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He just needed to clear his head. To pray.
And for the first time since becoming companions with Elder Anderson, he desperately needed to be alone.
#klaine advent 2020#klaine advent: inconclusive#mormon!klaine#klaine fic#klaine#my fic#my klaine advent 2020
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HEY I GOT A WRITING ASK! You've had good advice about focusing on the end *result* you want out of a scene/setting/character instead of the current solution/version you have envisioned. Can you talk about that more, and how you figure out what the "point" of a [thing] is as you cycle through different ideas of what it looks like?
I dithered on how to answer this for the longest time— something about learning about story structures and how form is mutable but function isn't and how you can swap in any number of bits and pieces as needed as long as it gets you where you wanna end up in the long run— but at the end of the day the thing I kept coming back to was, the more you pour into something, and the more you cultivate and nurture your love for it, the more everything works itself out.
I think that everything that comes up in your brain when you think about your story is connected somehow— not always literally, and sometimes you have to do some digging to find out why, but the digging itself is always worth it. The more I sat with myself and tried to figure out why all of my ideas had something to do with death and rotting and infection and invasion, the more I was able to clue in to the fact that these images and motifs were all the language I had to express some deep dark hinky thoughts on attraction and repulsion and repression and identity that desperately wanted to come out of me any way they could. I think that the more time you spend turning your story around in your head as some marvelous puzzle that only you can solve, the more you develop your intuition and respect for it, the more the part of you that lacks language for what you're trying to express starts throwing out the next closest thing it can find, and then the next closest thing to that, and it'll do this over and over and over again until you realize that there's something that all these things have in common and it's up to you to discover what it is.
I remember being a few months into drafting and that moment of thinking "no hold on I keep throwing the grungiest body horror I can think of I keep flashing back to all my old season 1 hannibal days I keep thinking of annihilation I keep thinking about sophia tolstoy I keep thinking about everything I've ever read about gaslighting and internalized homophobia and any line of thinking that can get into your head and start moving all the furniture around before you have words for any of it" and realizing that, anything I added from this point on had to build and support that, whatever it was, even if I could only define it by instinct. Suddenly that cut whole swathes of potential plotlines away, the chatter died down, and then all the ideas I had after that seemed laser focused by comparison. The setting I couldn't finalize cohered itself in an instant. The exact kind of romantic relationship I wanted to include snapped into place, and soon after that, the romantic lead walked right out onto the page and settled herself in comfortably. I had guidelines, parameters, a goal, and I knew that all the dozens upon dozens of wild ideas I'd trotted out and tested in the early days had at least one element inside of them that was the only way I'd been able to express something, and I had better language for that something now. I ditched the language barrier I had installed between my protagonist and my romantic lead because I understood that, yes, of course there would be cultural differences and difficulties in communicating, but I had better ways of expressing that now. I scrubbed whole characters and divvied out their assigned traits to my core cast instead, knowing that there was a reason I wanted someone to perform a particular task, but that I was better serving my cast by consolidating their responsibilities.
I genuinely think there's no such thing as a bad idea as long as your relationship to your ideas is healthy; I think each and every one of them has a secret exciting clue buried inside of it that's worth exploring. try being bruce lee and bob ross all in one and see what happens.
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Quarantine Harry Potter Fanfiction *READING LIST*
I’ve spent the past months reading copious amounts of fanfiction and now my amount of AO3 bookmarks is absurd. I really need to share these because if I don’t I think I might implode. Drarry-centric but not all!
These are in no particular order nor is there a particular time frame that these were all posted. I have a little bit of everything in here just you wait.
On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads by Enigmaris
56 Chapters, 247k Words, Complete, no slash, T Rating
Marvel, Norse Mythology, Harry Potter Crossover
TW: Past Abandonment
Harry finds out that his dad is alive, has been the whole time. Instead of being overjoyed, Harry's disgusted. His dad left earth and abandoned his friends. Every painful thing he's ever gone through can be traced back to one man. Now Harry's got super strength he can't control and an almost unnecessary amount of magical power. His dad might be living it up with the Avengers now but not for long. With the help of his friends, Harry comes up with a plan for revenge. Get ready Avengers, Harry's out to punch a god.
We’re starting off strong with a Marvel crossover fanfic wow. Who knew that crossovers could be done tastefully as 2013 Wattpad kind of ruined it for us. However, this fic changed my mind! This fic is funny as fuck and is just a goodass time. I love a good multi-chapter fic (as you’ll soon see) and this one is a showstopper.
The Man Who Lived by sebastianL
42 Chapters, 254k Words, Complete, Draco/Harry, E Rating
TW: Major Character Death, Graphic Deptictions of Violence
Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.
With all of the Black Lives Matter protests happening right now, I think that this fic is super relevant. Draco has moved to New York City and is working as a receptionist at a tattoo shop and a mentor for inner city kids, but he accidentally gets forced to work out his differences with Harry, who at this point hates his guts. This fic is pretty serious, tackling themes of mental health, suicide, and police brutality. Every OC in this story is completely lovable and I cried my eyes out many times. When people ask me for a fic reccomendation this is the one I give people. Dare I say that this is my all-time favorite fic.
Warm Bodies by Betty_Hazel
Work in Progress, 37 Chapters as of 6/12/2020, 108k Words, Draco/Harry, E Rating
TW: D/s Dynamics, Graphic Porn, Dubious Relationship with Food
Draco Malfoy has spent his whole life wanting to go down on his knees for other men, and that's by far the least of the depraved things he fantasises about. He's wanted it all for so long that he's stopped believing that there might be someone out there who might be able to give it all to him; it comes as something of a surprise to find that maybe Harry Potter can, and that maybe Harry's looking for something too.
ALRIGHT MY PORN LOVERS THIS ONE IS FOR YOU! Don’t lie I know you’re horny. Somehow this fic is so fucking gorgeous and sweet yet so sinfully hot. It’s literally two boys who have never felt like their emotional needs have been satisfied learning to help and love each other like how much more wholesome does it get. I mean it’s all fine and wholesome until you get to the kinky sex which is WONDERFULLY WRITTEN MIGHT I ADD! I always say that if porn can make you feel something other than just horny, you’ve found a winner, and this story does just that.
Definitely check all the tags and I mean all the tags before you read this, but this is definitely one of my favorite porn with plot stories.
Running On Air by eleventy7
17 Chapters, 75k Words, Complete, Draco/Harry, T Rating
TW: No Archive Warnings
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
Might I just say that classics are considered classics for a reason. This is one of those stories that has the vibe of high school summer after senior year where all you do is try to escape reality and figure out your place in the world. While the plot is wonderful and the characters are great, I think what shines the brightest from this story is the writing style. It’s so enchanting and poetic with the best one-liners that make your heart hurt. On my AO3 bookmark i captioned it, “This just ripped my soul in half and restitched it together again,” and I still stand by that.
Lokison (Series) and How To Train Your Godling (Series) by sifsshadowheart
Main Story (Lokison): 33 Chapters, 244k Words, Completed, Harry/Various Characters, E Rating
14 Spinoffs/ Sequel Stories, Completed, Harry/Various, Various Ratings
Norse Mythology, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Various Fandoms Crossover
TW: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Underage Sex, Spiralling Mental Health
James and Lily Potter had a secret, one which led to Thanatos saving young Harry from a dreary life with the Dursleys and changed the face of the Second British Wizarding War before it ever began.
This story feels much more like a 12 season television show than a two hour movie if you know what I mean. The plot is pretty slow going but the character development and interation makes it worth it. The story blends the lore and events of the HP and PJO to make a completely new story without making it feel like a goddamn recap. The reader follows Harry from when he’s young all the way into adulthood and it’s a fun time to watch him grow as a character and bond with his parental figures. Also some of the spinoffs are really wild and I never would have thought of the pairings but they just work somehow?? My personal favorite spinoff is the Pirates of Caribbean/Calypso and Leo arc like HELLO?! hot pirates. The total word count of the two series is 465k so beware it takes a hot second to chug through this one.
This Worship of an Extinct Fire by Lomonaaeren
Oneshot, 30k Words, Draco/Harry, M Rating
TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Deppression
Unspeakable Draco Malfoy has planned for nearly six months how to take down Thomas Linwood, a man who has discovered the secret of converting wizard bodies to pure magic. He was prepared for anything--except the discovery of the missing Harry Potter in Linwood's compound.
This one, I don’t know how it’s not considered a classic. I’ve seen it floating around on drarry tumblr and wow is it good. I especially like the detailed magic system and mechanics that Draco is investigating. How the author managed to have so much detailed and gracefully planned out backstory in 30k words is beyond me. Also gentle Dracoo Malfoy is my favorite Draco Malfoy :) absolute angel mode.
Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) by LLAP15 and Writcraft
Oneshot, 66k Words, Draco/Harry, Past Sirius/James, E Rating
TW: Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Light D/s Dynamics, References to Cancer, References to HIV/AIDS
Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.
This fic is, in every sense, a masterpiece. Especially for pride month, the story surrounding LGBTQIA+ activism, the AIDS Epidemic of the 80s, and the gentrification of historically queer communities is one that should be read by everyone. Every single place, OC, and historic event has real world ties and is historically accurate, making this fic even more enchanting. Everything about this fic is graceful and slow burning I can’t help but fall in love with it. I’ve only seen this fic once on HP tumblr, but I feel like it should be considered a classic as it is truly a moving piece. This fic is one of the biggest reasons why I became so enthralled with LGBT history and am writing a fic that takes place in a wizarding version of the AIDS epidemic.
Sensitive Touch by Raserwolf
45 Chapters, 194k Words, Complete, Draco/Harry, E Rating
TW: Racism and Racial Slurs, Homophobic Slurs, Ablism and Ablist Slurs, Rape and Sexual Assault, Sensory Overloads and Mental Breakdowns, Extreme Bullying and Hate Crime, Past Abuse, Anxiety Disorders, PTSD wow this is a long list
When Draco Malfoy encounters a struggling and frustrated Harry desperately trying to tie his shoes after a meltdown in the Great Hall, his curiosity regarding the incident leads him to seek the help of the two people closest to Harry: Ron and Hermione.
After even they are shocked to hear the extent of Harry's issues, though Hermione had her suspicions, he discovers more about the man than he ever thought he knew before.
As a Neurotypical, I found this fic to be absolutely wonderful. I don’t know much about the typical traits of those who are one the autism spectrum and how they affect their everyday lives, but from what I was reading in the comments from those who are on the spectrum or who have family who are, this fic was pretty accurate and realistic. Harry, who lives with aspergers, goes without a known diagnosis until 8th year and it’s just heightened by his PTSD and anxiety and ugh I just want to hug the boy. The story follows Harry and Draco and the rest of the 8th year gang through the year and has multiple arcs in which the wizarding world are just dumbass bitches who can’t fucking seem to accept people for who they are. Not only is Harry on the spectrum but he’s also Desi with a purpose and not just mentioned and forgotten which is wonderful. The boys go through a lot of trauma in the story but there’s also a lot of teeth-rotting fluff that I live for. This is one of the fics that I have read and reread because I love it so much.
This definitely is not my full list I have a ton more stories in my bookmarks if you are curious. I’ll probably post a part two to this just cause I have so much and read so often. These, however, are definitely the biggest highlights.
#harry potter#draco malfoy#drarry#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfiction rec#fanfiction recommendation#fanfiction rec list#fanfic rec#drarry fanfic#drarry fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fanfic#harry potter fanfic rec#marvel#mcu#marvel harry potter#marvel crossover#crossover fanfiction#crossover fanfic#archive of our own#ao3#norse crossover#norse mythology fics#fanfic masterpost#the problem is that i only read fanfiction now#i have an addiction#get me therapy#fanfic reading#reading list
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1-200 we're all in quarantine so got nothing to do. Might as well ask pls
oo anon you were gonna ask anyways lol. But I did this hella quick during a zoom.....
1. What is your middle name?
-Rose
2. Do you have any nicknames that aren’t derived from your actual name?
-Star
2. Do you have any allergies?
-Penicillin (not really thou), but no
4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?
-Lower back
5. How well can you write in cursive?
-Its readable
6. Name one item on your bucket list.
-Going to all the Disney parks in the world
7. Have you ever been on a blind date?
-haven’t even been on a real date
8. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it?
-prob like five years ago and its jeans
9. How often do you eat out at a fancy restaurant?
-nothing like I have to dress up but maybe once a year??
10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?
-rules don’t apply in text
11. Can you drive stick?
-hell no
12. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?
-japan because I think it would be so cool
13. Nutella or peanut butter?
-NUTELLA
14. At what age did you have your first kiss?
-...............ahahhahahh
15. DC or Marvel?
-DC. Harley Quinn owns my ass
16. Have you ever hosted a wild party?
-my parties consist of drinking capri suns and playing cards against humanity and Mario kart
17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?
-...ooof haven’t read a book in a while
18. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang with?
-my mom
19. Have you ever donated blood?
-I was apart of a cancer study so I used to donate my blood (and pee) to science
20. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays?
-8 I love to decorate but I’m not allow near the Christmas trees
21. Coffee or tea?
-vaniila iced lattes or raspberry ice tea own me
22. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?
-Vanilla bean frap with extra vanilla
23. Last show you binge watched?
-currently its assassination classroom
24. Dogs or cats?
-puppy’s
25. Favorite animated Disney character?
-Jessica Rabbit, Dumbo, Rey, Tamatoa and Guedo
26. Have you ever cooked a big family meal by yourself?
-mostly baking for my family
27. Favorite winter activity?
-Staying inside
28. Have you ever butt dialed anyone?
-probably
29. Can you blow a bubble gum bubble?
-yes
30. How early in the year do you start celebrating Christmas?
-my mom plays Xmas music year round
31. What emoji best describes your life right now?
-the wilting rose
32. Are you fluent in more than one language?
-nope
33. What is the longest you’ve ever kept a New Year’s resolution?
-I don’t make them
34. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? Did you gain any of the weight back?
-I’m on a diet to gain weight and its not going well
35. Are any of your grandparents still alive?
-only on my moms side
36. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions?
-hahaha my face gives everything away and I can read people pretty well
37. Have you ever gotten a commercial jingle stuck in your head?
-EDUCATION CONNECTION! Get connected for free
38. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was over?
-Nope
39. Do you consider rapping singing?
-rapping is in its own ballpark...its why its called rapping
40. Does your home have a fireplace?
Yep
41. Favorite non-chocolate candy?
-sour gummies worms
42. If you could have only one superpower, what would you want and why?
-oooof ummmmmm maybe teleportation
43. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?
44. Do you listen to any religious music?
-noooooooooo
45. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?
-I hate soda
46. What was your ACT score?
-do not do me like this (21)
47. Rice or quinoa?
-rice
48. From 1-10, how good of a driver do you consider yourself?
-like an 8
49. Do you like horror movies?
-nope
50. How easily do you cry?
-uh depends on what it is
51. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where?
-no but I want some
52. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing?
-being dumb and quoting tik toks at target
53. Can you handle spicy foods? What is your spice limit?
-not very well
54. Can you play any musical instruments? If so, which ones?
-no
55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?
-middle of the road
56. Last CD you bought?
-Folklore by Taylor Swift
57. Do you like roller coasters?
-yessss but they cant be extremely tall
58. What day of the week is laundry day for you?
-uhhh depends on when I have time
59. Have you ever played spin the bottle?
-uh maybe once but I was in fourth grade and walked away
60. How long have you known your best friend?
-I’ve known my bestie for 16 years (met when we were 4)
61. Can you eat using chopsticks?
-yes!! I usually eat my Chinese food with them
62. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer? If so, what are they of?
-no because I need to get a case for my iMac and iPad
63. How often do you say y'all?
-every fucking day. Y’all is my go too
64. Favorite flavor of ice cream?
-cookie dough, pralines and cream, blue raspberry sherbert, vanilla, coffee
65. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?
-my longest relationship was like three weeks in fourth grade with my friends cousin who I saw twice
66. Star Trek or Star Wars?
-haven’t seen either but prob Star Wars cause r2d2 is cute
67. How good are you at math?
-ehhh I’m okay at stats
68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?
-used to do the plays in middle school :)
69. How often do you read/pay attention to your horoscope?
-not much my horoscope but just my sign in general
70. What is the shortest your hair has ever been?
-just above my shoulders
71. Have you ever broken any bones?
-my big toe
72. Do you like to go fishing?
-nooooooo I went fishing once and it pooped on me
73. Do you believe in evolution?
-of course
74. Favorite costume you wore for Hallowen? How old were you?
-I was perry the platypus…. 19
75. Real or fake Christmas trees?
-fake!!! WHO WANTS TO CLEAN THAT UP???
76. How many pillows do you sleep with?
-usually 1-2 but like 5 in the winter
77. Do you live in an apartment or a house?
-House rn
78. How many of your friends are of the opposite gender?
-in my close circle, one but I do have many boy homies
79. Have you ever had a near-death experience?
-many times
80. How long have you been at your current job?
-four weeks
81. What kind of car do you drive (year, brand, model, color)?
-white car
82. How flexible are you?
-not super but mama can bend
83. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?
-haven’t even started one
84. Phrase you say the most?
-“I’m uncomfortable” “Y’all” “I would let J.D from heathers…..”
85. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?
-no but I wish
86. Do you own any homemade clothing?
-not that I know of
87. Do you like fast food?
-yessss
88. Have you ever given anyone CPR?
-nope
89. Have you ever learned to do anything from a how-to video on YouTube?
-I fixed my moms glasses yesterday with a video so she wouldn’t have to spend a shit ton of money
90. Describe your sense of humor.
-if Always Sunny in Philadelphia and “vine comp that butters my eggroll” had a baby
92. Favorite cereal?
-no
93. Have you ever auditioned for a reality competition show?
-no
94. Have you ever gotten a TV theme song stuck in your head?
-Sugar, spice and everything nice, these were the ingredients…….
95. Do you believe in ghosts?
-indifferent
96. Do you think there is life on other planets?
-hell yeah
97. Have you ever given money to a street performer?
-yep
98. Your deepest fear?
-lets not go there
99. Pancakes or waffles?
-waffles but I don’t even like them that much
100. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?
-yep, my friend circle dates back to elementary
101. From 1-10, how good of a dancer do you consider yourself?
-7
102. How much of a patient person are you?
-I can be extremely patient. Once waited three hours in a dressing room with my friend and I didn’t have a phone
103. Do you know your IQ?
-no but its prob god level
104. Do you eat meat at all?
-mama loves meat
105. Do you own any clothes from a garage sale or a thrift store?
-I think so
106. Have you ever bought anything from a flea market?
-yess my mom used to take me to flea markets all the time
107. Have you ever quit a job?
-early this year
108. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?
-many times
109. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over and over again and enjoy just as much each time?
-robots to ratatouille
110. Do you or have you ever worn glasses?
-just sun glasses
111. Have you ever skinny dipped?
-when I was like 6
112. Are your birth parents still together?
-yep
113. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show?
-not that I know of
114. Favorite type of cookie?
-chocolate chip or the sugar cookies with the pink frosting on them (I’m a whore for them)
115. Have you ever been broken up with?
-nope
116. How often do you smile when getting your picture taken?
-most of the time
117. Have you ever accidentally dialed 911?
-yes I have and I was 6 and bullied for it for years by my uncle even though my cousins tricked me into doing it
118. Oldest memory?
-throwing a chair at a kid in preschool for stealing my cookie
119. Have you ever been the victim of a nasty prank?
-nope
120. How often do you snort when you laugh?
-uhhhh a lot
121. From 1-10, how good of a singer do you consider yourself?
-5
122. Favorite Disney song?
-uuuuuuhhh Shiny, See the Light, Why Don’t you Do Right, Show Yourself
123. Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?
-hopefully in la
124. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?
-I’m an advocate
125. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?
-I think so
126. Name one thing you wish people would stop posting on social media.
-fascist, racist, homophobia stuff
127. Last musical artist you saw live?
-Jonas brothers
128. Credit cards or cash?
-cash cause I feel like I didn’t spend anything
129. Favorite fandom?
-the powderpuff girls or fairy tail
130. What is your astrological sign?
-Aries
131. Have you ever been fired from a job?
-nope I’m a good noodle
132. Any hidden talents?
-I can do the cinnamon challenge
133. Can you surf?
-nope
134. What motivates you to do well in life?
-the fear of failure
135. Your worst physical feature?
-my acne
136. From 1-10, how much are you like your father?
-mehhhhhhhh like a 4
137. How lucky do you consider yourself?
-I’m a pretty lucky person ngl
138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasently surprised.
-when I won a coffee maker at my senior grad night raffle
139. Have you ever been summoned for jury duty?
-nope
140. What type of shoes do you wear the most?
-my converse
141. Favorite summer activity?
-getting coffee
142. Favorite song to sing in the shower?
-any Taylor swift song
143. Have you ever lived with a roommate you did not get along with?
-my parents sometimes
144. Have you ever lived on a farm?
-my grandparents owned a cherry farm when I was little
145. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal?
-tumblr is my diary
146. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?
-Always Sunny, The Office, Gotham
147. How often do you get mad at yourself?
-constantly
148. Have you ever gotten any stitches?
-only in animal crossing (he’s so cute)
149. Have you ever been hunting?
-no
150. Favorite YouTube channel?
-Jenna marbles, try guys, mukbang edit channel, drama channels
151. Have you ever had a pet besides a dog or a cat?
-I had a mouse once
152. From 1-10, how well do you work with others?
-9
153. Are you friends with any of your exes?
-I don’t got exes
154. Apple or PC?
-I have an Apple Mac rn but I think I loved my pc so much so I’m getting used to the format
155. Do you collect anything?
-what don’t I collect? Funko, pins, so much stuff
156. Have you ever seen any Broadway plays or musicals?
-I saw Newsies and A Music chorus
157. Any missed opporunites you wish you had taken?
-I’m not too sure
158. Have you ever uttered a spoken hashtag?
-yes
159. Do you have a pool at your house?
-nope
160. What is the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
-like 24 hours and it was hell
161. Last thing that made you laugh?
-a meme 20 sec ago
162. Disney or Nickelodeon?
-Disney
163. Name one celebrity you wish was still alive.
-Billy Mays (Oxyclean dude)
164. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother?
-maybe a 6
165. Your best physical feature?
-my hair
166. Earbud or earmuff headphones?
-earbud
167. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?
-..hmmmm sometimes I think it would be cool but I’m pretty content with being a girl...
168. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ear lobes?
-my nose
169. How often do you wash your hair?
-every other day usually
170. Showers or baths?
-I love a good bath but I take showers more
171. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?
-noooo but I wanna be
172. Bottled or tap water?
-bottle
173. What was your favorite TV show when you were a kid?
POWERPUFF GIRLS
174. Any guilty pleasures you’re willing to discuss?
-watching glee
175. Favorite video game?
-Mario kart
176. Have you ever gotten a New Year’s kiss exactly at midnight?
-nooooo why are there so many questions about kissing
177. How many of the United States have you visited?
-four, ive passed over a few more in a plane
178. Have you ever given money to a homeless person?
-yes
179. Have you ever gotten a surgery?
-no
180. Your least favorite food?
-cheese
181. From 1-10, how competitive are you?
-depends. I’m like a 6 but I can be pushed to a 10 when motivated
182. Do you like wearing hats?
-only a snap back occasionally
183. How much of a jealous peron are you?
-ehh not really
184. What was your SAT score?
-900-1100 (stop nationwide testing doesn’t work and I didn’t learn eveything)
185. Have you ever voted for a reality competition show?
-no
186. Does anyone in your family currently serve in your country’s military?
-my cousin
187. Snowboarding or skiing?
-I don’t do snow
188. What celebrity would you most want to play you in a movie about your life?
-jack black
189. Have you ever been a Boy or Girl Scout?
-hell no
190. Have you ever dyed your hair?
-many times
191. From 1-10, how good of a cook do you consider yourself?
-7
192. You have just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?
-this cursed site
193. How many things can you do with your weaker hand?
-a lot
194. Were you involved in any academic clubs in high school?
-honors i guess
195. Have you ever played hooky from school?
-like twice
196. Are you comfortable with watching rated R movies?
—-not with my parents
197. Do you root for any sports teams?
-bold of you to assume i do sport
198. First thing you do when you wake up in the morning?
-pee
199. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which one would you choose?
-a lizard
200. Tell something about yourself most people don’t know.
-uhhh ummmm (I have a tik tok with 7.5k followers)
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The Last Five Years // Logince AU (Part 1)
So, here it is. I did it. At least, here’s the first part. This is probably my favorite thing I’ve written so far! I really love it! The point of view kind of goes back and forth between Roman and Logan from over the course of their five year relationship, hence the title of the musical. I highly recommend listening to the musical while reading this, but it can be understood without it! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do :))) >
Warnings: Angst, break up, homophobia mention, arguing, crying, cursing, let me know if there are more!
Pairing: Logince
Roman let out a heavy sigh as he stumbled into the apartment. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. After a summer in Ohio, he was back in New York City, and that meant back to the rejections. The only saving grace he thought of as he left his luggage in the bedroom, was his husband Logan.
Despite the rough patch they had been enduring, the fact remained that they were still enduring. Sure, his last visit wasn’t the best, but he said a lot of things that he didn’t mean. He wanted to apologize and go back to the way things used to be. “Logan?” He called out as he made his way back to the living room. He realized that his husband was nowhere to be seen, and a few of his things were missing.
His attention was drawn to the folded paper on the mantle, and the ring that laid beside it. He gulped as he stared at it. He knew that ring, more than anyone. It was like walking through a daze as he made his way to the mantle. He hoped that what this was wasn’t actually happening.
With trembling fingers, he picked up the ring first, knowing that his first instinct was correct without even reading what was on the paper, that had his name in big lettering. Both items were covered in a thin layer of dust, signaling that they had been sitting here for some time, undisturbed. He picked up the paper, seeing the writing on the inside of it.
His eyes scanned the page, filling with tears as he read further. He stumbled backward, falling into the couch behind him. Logan was over. Logan was gone. And he wasn’t coming back. He arrived at the end of the line.
Did I do this? He wondered. He seemed to think so.
Quickly, a wave of rage coursed through him. How could he leave? He could run for all he cared! It’s so simple, right? It’s right…isn’t it?
Emotions were coursing through him at a rate that he couldn’t process. He wanted him back, he wanted his light. He wanted him to go find something better.
He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, all he knew was that he was still hurting.
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Logan held his breath as he stood, looking at his date. He couldn’t help but think that he was breaking his poor mother’s heart, just by being with a man. He didn’t care though, there was just something about the man in front of him, with the sandy blond hair and a bright smile. “So, is there any reason that this won’t work?” Roman questioned with a teasing tone.
“Hm,” Logan pondered for a moment. “I don’t believe there’s anything at the moment.”
“Really?” Roman leaned forward, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What if I had a really bad tattoo?”
He shrugged, “I don’t see how that would affect how I see you.”
His date hummed, “True…what about a shaved head?”
“I suppose that would be cool. It is your hair, I cannot dictate what you do.”
The questioned kept rolling, moving from minor questions to wild backstories. Logan couldn’t help but think about the people he had in the past who couldn’t even measure up to Roman. He couldn’t lie to himself and keep dating people he couldn’t be happy with. He had to chase his own destiny, and from what he could see, he could see it with this man.
Despite only knowing him for a little less than a year, he knew that this was everything he could want. “What if I liked to drink blood?” Roman replied, talking like a vampire.
“I’d think it’s cute,” Logan blurted without thinking.
There was a moment of silence, worrying him instantly. He messed up. He should not have said that. Why did he say that? His train of thought was interrupted by loud laughter emanating from Roman. It was like peals of bells, and he couldn’t breathe.
Why did he do this to him?
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Roman and Logan sat on the edge of a pier, opening onto a pond. It was a gentle, yet awkward silence. They didn’t know what to say to each other. Each of them felt guilty but over different reasons.
Roman closed his eyes, feeling the anxiety welling up inside him. He knew he had to try. He loved the man next to him and didn’t want to lose him. He would do whatever it took to keep him while he could. He sent a soft smile to his husband, “I can’t believe you really came, and that we’re sitting here,” he breathed.
“Of course I would come,” Logan replied.
“Hey, I’m happy that you’re here,” he grabbed his hand. “See? I’m smiling.”
Logan chuckled gently, before glancing back over the pond. “Y’know, I think you’re really going to like the show,” Roman nudged him. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t suck.”
The pair laughed, even though it was super funny, it was enough to get some of the awkward out. This isn’t so bad, Roman cheered. See? We’re laughing. He took in a deep breath, knowing that this is the time to bring it up. There was time to talk. “I know things have been rough lately, but I think we’re starting to get better,” he noticed that he caught Logan’s full attention. “I mean, we’ll have to try a little harder to make this last. We know what can be better, and I will own when I was wrong. What if we make a new start this weekend, while it’s just you and me?”
The man beside him let out a sigh, “I wish I could. I want to make things better, but there is another party they are throwing and they expect me there. It is on Sunday.”
Roman deflated, “Oh.”
There was another moment of tense silence before he let out a deep breath. “I didn’t know you had to go so soon? But, it’s whatever, because you have to, right? It’s alright, we have tonight at least.”
“Actually,” Logan adjusted his glasses. “I was unable to book a flight after tonight, so I will be leaving around four.”
He felt like he had been punched in the chest. Without thinking, he stood up, walking away from his husband. “Roman?”
“You know what makes me crazy?” Roman seethed, unable to contain the anger boiling inside of him. “You know what makes me nuts? I thought we would be sharing our time, and you’re going to choose someone else to be with.”
“No-”
“No, you are.”
“N-”
“Yes Logan, that’s exactly what you’re doing!” Roman snapped. “You could be here with me, or be there with them! As usual, guess what you pick?!”
“Roman-”
“No Logan, you do not have to go to another stupid party! You stay with your husband on his fucking birthday!” He paused before continuing, “ Or you could, god forbid even see my show!”
“I want to be here!” Logan retorted.
“I know it must drive you crazy,” he sneered. “That you won’t get to play with your little boyfriends!”
“You’re being crazy.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes-”
“No, I’m not!” Roman exploded, tugging at his hair in exasperation. “And the point is, that it’s all about you! Marvelous, novelist you! Oh so wonderful, only twenty-eight and he’s the savior of writing! It’s just you, and you, nothing but you! And I-”
His voice cracked the end of shouting as the tears started pouring down his face. All the while, Logan’s face remained stoic, even as he dissolved into sobs. He just stood there and watched him. “I swear to god, I’ll never understand how you can stand there and see I’m crying,” he looked away from the man he wanted to love. “And not do anything at all.”
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Logan lowered the phone from his ear, in awe of the conversation that had just taken place. An agent wanted him, and a publishing company wanted to publish his book! Since he had dropped out of Columbia, he was worried that he wouldn’t make it. He sent his manuscript to that agent dozens of times, and he finally looked at it. And found a place that would publish him already.
And aside from that, things had been going exceedingly well with Roman. They had been seeing exclusive for almost a year now, and he had been conflicted with the choice to ask him to move in. He couldn’t believe he was only twenty-four, and things were going perfectly. He had complete confidence and knew that he wanted to be with Roman for the rest of his life.
He was about to receive $2000 without rewriting a word, so it would be the perfect time to find a new apartment with his boyfriend. Deep down, he began to wonder if things were moving too fast. Some people freeze out fo fear that they will fail, but he decides that he will keep moving along. Maybe he couldn’t follow through, but what else was he supposed to do?
Maybe things were moving too fast, but he didn’t care.
Sometimes, Logan could really get in his head.
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And all Roman could do was watch.
It was when Logan was writing a book, almost like a trip to Logan land. He just stares out the window for a long time, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was always drawn to that face when he was thinking really hard. Sometimes, in the middle of his concentration, he would smile. His eyes would light up, and he would just melt.
He fell in love every time he saw that smile. No matter what happened, that smile made him come back time and time again. No matter if he felt like he was in his shadow at parties. No matter if he followed his stride, he said he would stick it out. And every time Logan smiled, he was home.
No matter what, they were in this together. He’s a part of that.
Isn’t he?
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p>“Roman, I have a Christmas story I would like you to hear,” Logan held his notebook, which held the story he had written as a gift for his boyfriend.
It was their first Christmas together, and he wanted to do something special. What was more special than a story? Roman smiled, “I would love to hear it!”
He grinned, clearing his throat as he began to read the words from the page.
Schmuel would work till half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist
Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Watching the winters soldier on, there was one thing Schmuel missed
“If I only had time,” old Schmuel said
“I would build the dress that’s in my head
A dress to fire
The mad desire
Of girls from here to Minsk
But I have no more hours left to sew”
Then the clock upon the wall began to glow…
And the clock said:
“Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy!
I give you unlimited time!
So Schmuel, go sew and be happy!“
But Schmuel said
"No, no, it’s not my lot
I’ve gotta make do with the time I’ve got”
Schmuel was done at half-past ten and he said “Goodnight, old Klimovich”
Put on his coat to go, but then the clock cried, “Wait! Not yet!
Even though you’re not wise or rich
You’re the finest man in Klimovich
Listen up, Schmuel
Make one stitch and you’ll see what you get”
But Schmuel said
“Clock, it’s much too late
I’m at peace with life
I accept my fate…”
But the clock said
“Schmuel! One stitch and you will
Unlock the dreams you’ve lost!”
So Schmuel, with reluctance, took his thread
He pulled a bolt of velvet and said
“I should take out my teeth and go to bed
I’m sitting here with talking clocks instead!”
And the clock said:
“Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy!
I give you unlimited time
Just do it and you can be happy!“
So Schmuel put the thread through the needle’s eye
And the moon stared down from a starless sky
And he pushed the thread through the velvet black
And he looked, and the clock was turning…back
So he grabbed his shears and he cut some lace
As the hands moved left on the old clock’s face
And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled
It was nine-fifteen all around the world
Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit
As if God Himself were controlling it!
And Schmuel cried through a rush of tears
"Take me back! Take me back all forty-one years!”
And on it went down that silent street
Till Schmuel’s dress was at last complete
And he stretched his arms
And he closed his eyes
And the morning sun finally started to rise
And the dress he made on that endless night
Was a dress that would make any soul take flight
Not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste
Every ribbon and button ideally placed
And sewn into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams
Dreams that you could feel
Coming real
And that very dress, so the papers swore
Was the dress a girl in Odessa wore
On the day she promised forevermore
To love a young man named Schmuel
Who only one day before
Had knocked at her kitchen door
When the story had finished, Logan noticed the twinkle in his husband’s eye, the one had that been missing as of late. Despite what he originally said, that was just an introduction to his actual gift. “Roman,” he took his hands in his. “I know you’re not happy, and you deserve to be happy. As a result, I want you to stop temping.”
Roman opened his mouth to protest, but Logan cut him off, “I want you to start auditioning full time. I want everyone to see the brilliant man who inspires me. Isn’t it time you be the ambitious freak that you are?”
His boyfriend’s eyes drifted to his lap, his grip tightening slightly, “What if I’m not good enough?”
“I wish you could see how special you are. And don’t worry, take as much time as you need to. I have an appointment with a headshot photographer and a Playbill where you’re right for something on every page.” He paused, cupping his face, rubbing his cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m lucky to be in love with someone like you.”
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“Logan! I’ve missed you!” Roman cried out as his husband’s face appeared on the screen.
He returned the smile, “I have missed you as well. How is Ohio?”
The actor folded his arms over his chest, “I could eat a fish from last July and it wouldn’t be as awful as a summer in Ohio.”
“I’m sure you’re being overdramatic.”
“I’m sharing a room with a former stripper and his snake named Deceit.”
“…Point taken.”
As he chatted, he couldn’t help but miss being in New York City, where he had cable, hot water, Vietnamese food…and him. He was tired of acting only at the matinees and of the castmate who had taken an uncomfortable liking to him. He knows he wants him, but he wasn’t ever going to get him. He found his guiding light already.
Son of a bitch, he couldn’t believe he had done something right.
He could chew on tinfoil, or get a root canal in Hell, but it still wouldn’t be as awful as a summer in Ohio. All because Logan wasn’t there with him.
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“Is that one John Lennon?” Roman questioned as he and Logan made their way down the street.
Logan shook his head, “No, that one’s Jerry Seinfeld. That one’s John Lennon there.”
“That’s the San Remo!” He exclaimed, pointing out the building.
His boyfriend snickered in reply, “No, that’s the Dakota. The San Remo is up a few blocks from here
“Isn’t that the Museum?”
Logan nodded, “Have you been inside the Museum?”
Roman clapped his hands together, a wide grin growing, “Can we go see the dinosaurs?”
“We should go meet the dinosaurs,” his boyfriend chuckled, pulling him towards the large building.
As the pair made their way to the dinosaur exhibit, Logan began to grow nervous. He knew this would be a perfect opportunity to propose, and despite having this conversation millions of times, doing the act was a whole other idea. “Darling?” Roman rubbed his back, “Are you alright?”
“I am quite fine,” he took a deep breath. “More than fine actually. I have something I would like to ask you.”
Not waiting for an answer, Logan retrieved the box from his pocket, getting down on one knee. He ignored the passerby’s stopping to watch, “Will you share your life with me? For the next ten minutes?”
“Logan,” Roman breathed.
“There are so many lives I want to share with you. I will never be complete until I do.”
There was a heavy silence as he waited for his boyfriend’s reply. “I won’t always be on time,” the actor smiled widely. “But anything other than being exactly on time I can do. I was to be your husband. I want to die knowing I had a long full life in your arms.”
The pair embraced as the crowd around them began to cheer. They met in a quick, yet passionate kiss before staring into each other’s eyes. They had so many dreams they wanted to share, and they knew this was right. They wanted to be together until there was no one left who knew them apart.
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Questions I have for Marvel part three
Thor:
1. How old is the All-Father and Frigga?
-Like, we know Loki’s 1054 and Thor’s 1500 but nothing about them.
2. How do Asgardian children grow? Like, if they can live to like 5100 years do they have maturity proportional to humans? Do Asgardian mothers have to suffer through like 300 years of the terrible 2s and 500 years of puberty?
-According to some calculations if the aging is proportional that would make Thor 23 and Loki 16/17. Yikes.
3. How many people live in Asgard? What is the social structure like? Why are there no handrails at all on the Bifrost?
4. Why do we never learn about the other realms and the fact that Frigga is not Asgardian but Vanir?
5. What powers do the royal family have? We never see any of them work on treaties or really address the people?
-Thor’s duties seem to be cheering, wearing a winged hat, and eating lots of food. Loki’s seem to be riding horses and holding his mother’s hand.
6. Does Asgard have political parties? Who runs the smaller governments in Asgard?
7. Why the hell would Odin tell both Thor and Loki that they were born to be kings while only even intending to make Thor king?
8. Why did Odin think he could turn Loki into a puppet king of a people he was being conditioned to hate?
9. Why did Odin take Loki from what appeared to be a temple?
-If the Casket of Ancient Winters was stored in the same place, it sure doesn’t look like he’d be abandoned. Also if the people are starving and at war, the King would never get rid of a son, small or not.
10. Why did the Jotuns go to Midgard? Like really, what is history if not told according to Odin?
11. How does the Odinsleep work? Why was that never set up earlier in the movie?
12. Why the incredibly advanced technology and yet medieval weapons and transport?
13. Why no mention of how magic is considered a feminine profession? It would have made Loki’s whole issues much clearer?
-It also wouldn’t go amiss for them to address the homophobia and sexism in Asgard and I would have loved a scene that addressed how hated the Jotuns actually are.
14. How had Thor not been killed or gotten into interrealm disaster before then if he’s that old and angry enough and sexist or homophobic enough to start killing people because he got called “princess.”
15. How could Loki have control of Selvig when he’d never actually been on Earth for longer than a few minutes and Selvig was nowhere near?
16. Why is Loki shown to have the ability to project himself onto Earth and be invisible from a different realm and then that ability is never used again?
17. Where does the Casket of Ancient Winters go if Loki still has it when he falls?
18. Why is Thor considered redeemed when he hasn’t apologized to the Jotuns, the people he hurt in the first place?
19. How connected are Loki and the Destroyer? It’s never made clear and muddles a lot of his and Thor’s characters?
20. Who’s guarding the vault (with all the dead soldiers and Fenrir) if the Destroyer is gone?
21. Why are all the deleted scenes either moments of Loki happy or moments of Thor being legitimately redeemed and being caring and polite to people who he used to consider inferior?
22. Why can a taser take down the God of Thunder?
23. If Thor was truly mortal why did he have minimal injuries from getting hit pretty darn hard with Jane’s car?
24. What happened to Jane after this movie? She had no equipment, did she go work for SHIELD?
25. Did Darcy ever get her iPod back?
26. Make up your minds is Thor the stupid, physical strength only brute or is he wildly intelligent?
-He acted like the former while on Asgard but during the bonfire scene he explains the nine realms to Jane with familiarity and even manages to draw a scientific diagram
27. Why is the Bifrost really destructive when Thor is banished and not very destructive later?
28. Why does everyone trust Odin so implicitly?
29. Why does Jane try to drive into a tornado?
30. How does Thor get out of the hospital?
31. How exactly does Loki’s Aesir glamor work? Did Odin put it on him? Did baby Loki do it to himself to look less threatening? If it’s connected to Odin why doesn’t it fizzle out when Odin dies in the third Thor?
32. Why does no one include a hilarious scene of Thor being quizzed on the veracity of various weird Norse myths?
33. How is Loki not instantly killed when he goes to the Frost Giants alone?
34. How does Loki get around? We’re never directly told he has paths to other realms until the second movie?
35. How is Pueto Antiguo mostly unharmed by the Destroyer fighting Thor?
36. Why kill Laufey while Odin is still asleep? Otherwise Loki has to explain the dead Frost Giant King to Frigga and Odin? Also this plan puts Frigga in danger and Loki would never do that?
37. How does Heimdall break free from the ice? Sheer willpower?
38. Why care about Thor or his friends when the Frost Giants are priority?
39. Does no one else in Asgard see the Frost Giants coming and do something about it?
40. Is it constantly night in Asgard in this movie?
41. Loki is named the rightful king by Frigga (in a deleted scene of course) so why do the warriors three immediately distrust him?
-It’s wild bullying and exclusion if they genuinely just don’t like him.
42. How did Odin convince Frigga to just raise a child he found randomly? Did he tell her where he found it? Does Frigga know immediately that Loki’s a frost giant or does it come up later?
#questions post#marvel#thor#frigga#loki#odin#laufey#the warriors three#sif#frost giants#jotun loki#aesir#asgard#asgardians#thor 1
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*flops down on sofa*
*exhales*
Tumblr gives me a lot of wild shit every now and again. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's hilarious, sometimes it's disheartening. And then yesterday came along and gave me the one-two punch of:
Captain Marvel being dolled up by the Russos instead of a jacket, S.H.I.E.L.D baseball cap and a Nine Inch Nails shirt, which is how she should be (not gonna talk about this, just want it out there that I'm pissed about it)
One Day At A Time being cancelled
ODAAT I'm gonna kind of touch on because it's not really what I want to talk about, but it did help me finalize the words for what I do, and that's capitalism in entertainment.
The most annoying goddamn trend in filmmaking (and of course in TV and Netflix/Prime originals) is companies caring more about their bottom line and less about making good content, and yeah I know this dead horse isn't just beaten, it's thrown into an active supervolcano but it really pisses me off and it's why I hate the new Star Wars stuff (well OK hate is a bit strong but they're uh Not Good) but I'll get to that. What corpos can't seem to get into their bloated skulls is that one cannot exist without the other. You need to put out good, quality content with value so that fans like it so they give you money so they increase your profits so you can make more content and so on. But somewhere down the line some fuckhead went "what if we just pushed out what we have?" and just kinda expected us to not take notice.
Now before the comments section gets all hot and bothered because I know some people on this site don't have the gift of reading comprehension, I know profits are important, I'm saying when companies shun good filmmaking for more money, they get lazy and all they can think about is profit and not how they make that profit, they don't care at all about using that money to make more good, valuable content.
One Day At A Time
I've never watched One Day At A Time but the fact Netflix just outright cancelled it knowing damn well what it meant to the people the characters are representing is just disgusting. And they have the fucking audacity to blame it on the viewership? I've seen hundreds of artworks, gifs and a video clip here and there of this show. I've seen precisely one (1) meme of 13 Reasons Why and that is literally it. I'm not following the tags for either. Plus, #saveODAAT has, last I checked, 350k tweets on trending or thereabouts?
So obviously the viewership isn't the problem, it's the racism and homophobia of cancelling a Spanish (? - again, never seen it), LGBT+ focused show that a lot of people quite happily and positively connect with when a crap show about suicide and Friends gets to stay on. It's just ugh. Cancelling a show like this then paying something like $100mil to keep Friends. I was going to expand on the shitty capitalism here but tbh that's it, Netflix are making bad decisions and like I say, I'm only going to touch on it because it's not the main part.
Star Wars
Go watch the original trilogy and it's clear George Lucas was trying to create and do. He was trying to make art. The key difference between that and modern SW to me is BB8. Look at C3PO and R2D2 and already you can see they belong. C3PO is a translator droid and I'm not sure what exactly R2's job description is but it's obvious he does some kind of pilot assistance for X-Wing fighters. I never understood people who said R2 never did anything, because they obviously haven't seen Star Wars. You get that this is an R2 unit, right? Like, there's more than one out there and they have a job they were specifically built to do, it's just this one particular R2 unit who had to carry the message? Anyway, I'm derailing. R2 and C3PO have functions and they're clearly not new, they've been used for a long time. Then you look at BB8 and instantly it's like "this is a toy. This so called character was designed to sell toys". And then he was. He's a toy, he's on bags, notebooks, pens, clothes, everywhere. Disney is less concerned about making a Star Wars movie and more about making money off of the Star Wars name.
Into The Spider-Verse VS YA Movies
YA movies tend to suck because they were adapted from books and we all know how that pans out but the reason I'm using YA books specifically is because my mind jumped to The Hunger Games. I couldn't tell you a single fucking thing that happens in those movies. They're so dull and dead and forgettable and the characters are borderline unlikeable but you know which one I do like? Catching Fire, for one reason and one reason only: Jena Malone as Joanna Mason. Save for Haymitch, she's the only character I liked because those two are the only characters with any kind of charisma or life to them. They made an at most halfway decent attempt overall at recreating some otherwise really great books and they made a big show out of it, hiring some pretty well known names. And I'm not disparaging their performances, it was just what I call, ever since Suicide Squad came out, the Harley Quinn effect, in which good actors get given a good character and perform them really well and, through no fault of their own, fuck it up because the character was written poorly and no matter how well they act, if the script doesn't change, the performance will always be shit. The same for Divergent. And Percy Jackson. And Fault In Our Stars.
Then outside all of that you have Perks Of Being A Wallflower which is just a great, heartwarming movie because the characters feel like people and the brightness isn't turned way the fuck down in post and you actually want to be invested, and they're not afraid to have a colour palette beyond a splash of pink here and blue there and red there. Plus, Ant-Man as an English teacher. THEN you go watch Spider-Verse and oh hey. I can actually see the movie now. And I mean see it. They do not slack off when it comes to visuals. Even by animation's standards, everyone is so expressive and alive and... animated. Sorry, I couldn't get a better word but they are! When you look at Miles in comparison to Katniss in terms of writing and performance, the difference is just startling. The only times I can think of where Katniss shows any kind of emotion in the first movie is when she slams the knife in the table and Rue's funeral and I had to think about that. Without thinking for Miles, already I've got "who's Morales?", the scene where Uncle Aaron teaches him the shoulder touch, the scene where Miles spray paints in the subway, that scene in the alley, the moment in Olivia's office when he just freezes after she says she can't wait to watch Peter in immense pain Like That and made all the wlws melt in their seats. You get the idea. So what's the point for this section? Well, as simply as I can put it, Hunger Games was made with money, for money. Spiderverse was made with love, for love. Spiderverse cared about people who read comic books and paid more than enough tribute to the art forms people think of as lesser for no goddamn reason other than elitism and proved for the thousandth time that it is something that can be used in filmmaking. They were trying to make art. Hunger Games and most other YA novel movie adaptations saw a preestablished fan base they could exploit for money. They were trying to make money.
Rambo
This was a weird one, yeah. Don't worry I was confused too when it popped into my head. I saw the original Rambo a while back and what I liked about it (and Apocalypse Now) is it wasn't a war film where the USA charge in and hooray everything's all right, this movie grabs your shirt and says "hey. Vietnam did something to these guys and they're not OK. Probably they'll never be OK". Then I watched the Rambo reboot that came out in like 2011 or something and I remember thinking "OK so now he's just this dude? Who lives in Thailand... And what, that's it?" There was no scene to show his psychological state today. Nothing to acknowledge his PTSD. They just thought "hey! Let's make Rambo but this time, just give him guns and and yelling and spray some blood!" The reason I kind of ended this train of thought quickly is because I realised that, let's be real, the main body of Rambo's audience just want to see Sly Stallone kill some fools. But yeah, the fact that they just ignored John's mental state in place of mega violence is such a glaringly obvious move to just appeal to violent teenage boys.
The Auteur
My favourite director is Wes Anderson and my favourite movie is The Grand Budapest Hotel (though Panos Cosmatos seems to be eyeing these titles with Beyond The Black Rainbow and Mandy, I haven't watched them yet). Quentin Tarantino, Spike Lee, Wes Anderson, auteurs always stand out even though their movies are all the same, and I think the reason they're so successful is because that specific style is so much better than most other mainstream cinema. I'm not saying that those other movies are bad, I love them and will watch them again and again but I'm saying Wes Anderson could make a short movie and it would be better than most Marvel movies put together (don't talk to me about Captain Marvel, I haven't seen it yet. Gonna see it this Sunday). No matter what you think of these directors, you can instantly tell the difference between these movies that they care about and the passion and hard work they put in and Disney pumping out their 400th reboot.
It Keeps Working
You guys wanna know the thought that keeps me up at night? Someday they're going to make a Fortnite movie. You guys wanna know why it keeps me up at night? Because it's going to be popular. Yeah, obviously not at the box office, because it'll be a videogame movie and those are worse than book movies, but it will be popular for no apparent reason. And what pisses me off is that Fortnite's popularity is only because of the battle royale mode, which has now essentially become synonymous with dying franchises and it just adds another layer to the lack of creative effort and the movie will just be Hunger Games with guns. Exactly the same as what I said at the start of this rant, there's a really noticeable shift from making content to jumping on whatever bandwagon is passing by because you know it'll make you money. Yeah, you have to spend money to make money but that doesn't mean you get complacent in what you spend your money on or if you spend money at all because when you cut corners, consumers can see that shit.
Anyway I'm done complaining thanks for having the willpower to pay attention to my dumb opinions.
#discourse#odaat#one day at a time#capitalism#star wars#into the spiderverse#rambo#long post#hunger games#hunger games: catching fire#ya fiction#young adult fiction#netflix#eat the rich#corpo#captain marvel#marvel#disney
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Hi, yes, do all the marvel asks :)
Thank :3 under the cut bc I’m nice
Avengers: What superpower would you like to have?
I’d like to fly just bc that’s cool. Or teleport, that’s wild too. I’d like an alien symbiote the most tho bc superpowers AND constant friend!!
Iron Man: What is your favourite piece of technology?
Not exactly a piece but god bless the internet (how would I survive without fanfics?)
Captain America: What is your sexuality?
Asexual (aromantic)
Black Widow: Share a secret.
I’m not as excited for most of the upcoming Marvel projects as I’d like to be
Thor: What is your religion?
Officially Christian (reformed, the internet informs me that this is apparently called Calvinism in English speaking areas but idk) but not like, actually.
Hawkeye: What is your favourite movie?
I don’t watch movies all that much but I like most MCU movies, the Tolkien movies, and Venom.
Hulk: How strong are you?
Fight me and find out
Loki: What is the biggest mistake that you have ever made?
Being born???
Scarlet Witch: If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?
Bruh there are so many fucking things in the world that need to be changed it’s impossible to choose one.
Quicksilver: Have you any sibling?
One younger brother
Vision: What weight are you?
We do not talk about this bye
Ultron: What is the last text you sent?
No gar nüt, überschätz mi nid -> to my friend, translation “Nothing at all so far, don’t overestimate me”, as a reply to her question what I replied to an invitation I just got from someone else but don’t want to go.
Ant-man: What height are you?
170 cm
Wasp: What’s your full name?
My mom said I can’t put my full name on the internet sorry :(
Bucky: Who is your best friend?
@kleinergummiflummi declared himself my best friend a while back sooo
Falcon: Which fictional character would you like to hang out with?
Real talk I’d probably just get intimidated if I had to hang out with a fictional chara so let’s not do that.
Spider-man: What is/was your favourite subject in school?
English because I was good at it (praise the fanfics)
Doctor Strange: Name a special talent you have.
??????Animals like me I guess
Captain Marvel: What do you want to achieve in life?
Shit, I just want to be happy
Black Panther: How responsible are you?
…depends. If it’s things I do for myself, then not at all, but if there’s outside pressure, then I usually manage to do the thing bc social anxiety/fear of being scolded is stronger than whatever issue is holding me back from doing things
Spider-woman: What is your favourite smell?
I have these scented candles in my room, idk what they smell like, maybe vanilla. Anyway I put them in my room around the time I started playing FFXV/played it all the time, so now my brain just associates that smell with FFXV most of the time, and the rest of the time it associates it with my room so just, my own space, it’s nice
Nova: Do you prefer the moon or stars?
Hm. Both?
Luke Cage: What job do you want?
One that doesn’t make me want to die every day
Jessica Jones: What is your favourite memory?
Considering nobody’s gonna read these, I can’t be bothered to come up with one
Daredevil: What is your favourite song?
Changes often, but I rly love Florence + the Machine’s version of Stand By Me atm bc FFXV and I like pain
Iron Fist: What is your favourite food?
Lasagna
Ms. Marvel: Who is your idol?
Don’t have an idol.
X-men: What social issue do you feel strongest about? (sexism, racism, etc.)
I’m gay so I’d say homophobia/heteronormativity
Professor X: What are you thinking about right now?
Answering these questions
Cyclops: Do you wear glasses?
I wear contacs
Rogue: What is your crushes name?
Don’t have a crush I’m aro
Magneto: What country are you from?
Switzerland
Mystique: What is one thing that you would like to change about yourself?
I’d like to get rid of my excess weight but honestly atm I want even more for my brain to work like a normal person’s
Wolverine: What are you afraid of?
Spiders
Phoenix: What is your favourite book?
The Song of Achilles, and many of Walter Moers’ books
Storm: What is your favourite type of weather?
Thunderstorm when I get to be inside, sunny and warm but not hot, with a nice breeze when I have to be outside
Beast: What is your favourite animal?
Horses, dogs, cats
Angel: What is your MBTI type?
INFP, if I remember correctly
Magik: What is your star sign?
Gemini
Gambit: When is your birthday?
24 May
Shadowcat: Have you any pets?
No and I hate the fact that I don’t
Groot: What is your favourite flower?
I don’t have a favourite lmao
Rocket: What languages do you speak?
German (dialect and standard) and English fluently, French and Italian on an acceptable level
Star-Lord: What is your Harry Potter house?
Ravenclaw
Draxx: Who do you love most in the world?
My mom
Gamora: What is your worst memory?
Same as the reply about the best memory
Medusa: What colour/length/style is your hair?
Brownish-blonde, mostly straight unlike myself, and past shoulder lenght now but I need a haircut soon
Black Bolt: What is your accent like?
I feel like this is a question directed at native English speakers
Ghost Rider: What is the worst thing that you have ever done?
Bruh I cannot be bothered to use my brain right now
Deadpool: Post a picture of yourself.
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Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better. Answer the provided questions.
i was tagged by wonderful @songparade thank you hunny 💛💐
Nickname: back in time (academy era) it was Maestra
Starsign: FEARFUL BI DISASTER GEMINI
What I’m Wearing: ugly blue sweatpants (probably ripped on my crotch) + old black jumper that has more lumps than an irish sheep in her natural habitat
Dream Job: I wanna run a successful design company (just like Hoodzpah)
Favorite Quote: omg my friend here put one of my quotes from Little Miss Sunshine, so I’m not gonna copy that, although I want to... But anyway, recently I’ve been really into poetry and lyrics, so my current faves are (I’m sorry, it’s gonna be a little long):
- First of all, I have to quote that mad man from Ireland because he really snapped with the lyrics in his new album and my brain is still processing all of this beauty, honestly:
“When the stench of the sea
and the absence of green
are the death of all things
that are seen and unseen
Are the end but the start of all
things that are left to do
Wasteland, baby! I’m in love, I’m in love with you
- I love this one mostly because of the phonetics and the sensations that he depicts. Also that whole song is amazingly written, if you ask me, and it owns a very special place in my heart:
“True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree
A willow dancing on air before covering me
under cotton and calicos over canopy dapple long ago”
+
“With the roar of the fire my heart rose to its feet
Like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat
Settle soft and as pure as snow
I fell in love with the fire long ago”
- “I’d be the last shred of truth
in the lost myth of true love
I’d be the sweet feeling of release
Mankind now dreams of
That’s found in the last witness before the wave hits marvelling at god
Before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
Imagine being loved by me”
- This one id from “The Song of the Happy Shepherd” by W.B.Yeats
“For words alone are certain good:
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.
I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave,
And I would please the hapless faun,
Buried under the sleepy ground,
With mirthful songs before the dawn”
- From “The Human Abstract” by William Blake:
“The gods of the earth and sea
Sought through nature to find this tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the human Brain.”
- More Blake from “The Little Girl Lost”:
“Frowning, frowning night,
O’er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.”
- And of course I have to quote Oscar Wilde:
“You kissed his mouth with mouths of flame: you made the hornèd god your own:
You stood behind him on his throne: you called him by his secret name.”
- And of course Rainer Maria Rilke:
“Understand, I will slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows
with only this one dream:
You come too.”
Favorite Food: sushi, tomato and corn salad, POTATOES in any shape and form
Favorite Movie: ugh too many to mention, honestly... Let’s say that I usually go for nice visuals, interesting stories and well written dialogues (but that doesn’t change the fact that I also can have a blast while watching stupid rom coms lol)
Favorite Sport: hmm I don’t practice any sport anymore but I like watching volleyball and soccer.
Dream Trip: *bangs pans and pots* I R E L A N D
Languages: english, italian, polish
Favorite Song: please don’t do this to me asjhdghdf
Favorite Book: Letters to a Young Poet by R.M. Rilke, The Shadow of the Wind by C.R. Zafòn, Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien; I also love Edgar Allan Poe, so consider his tales and stories as my favourites too. And of course collections of poetry by William Blake and Rilke. I’m currently digging more into Yeats and I’m enjoying that one as well, very much :’)
What Do I Hate?: homophobia, lack of empathy, CAPITALISMGDKJGHD
Random Fact: I’m an intelligent dumbass and I love eating dry ramen noodles! (Antoni Porowski is having a seizure on the other side of the globe, I’M SORRY MY LOVE)
Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: blazers and coats, black jeans (or basic mom jeans), brown boots, vinyls, cozy blankets, blues/jazz music playing softly in the background - but also opera when I feel like conquering the world, countryside, champagne, acoustic guitar, hands dirty from oil/acrylic paint, freshly baked bread, soft kisses, wild flowers, second-hand books... I could go on :D
Do I Get Asks?: sometimes... Most of the times I have to make a public announcement that I want asks lol
Other Blogs: @cottonandcalicos - here’s my side countryside kink blog
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw baby
Patronus: Pottermore says it’s a black and white cat and for once I fucking agree
Favorite Characters: Salem Saberhagen
Relationship status: single
Top 3 ships: damn last time I shipped somebody it was in 2016 and I don’t even remember what ship that was. Anyway, I ship myself with italian gelato.
Lipstick or Chapstick: both
Spell out your name in songs:
I’m gonna do my blog name because it’s more fun:
Q - Questione d’Orario by Appino
U - Ugly by Sugababes
E - Early Autumn by Ella Fitzgerald
E - Everyday Robots by Damon Albarn
N - No Plan by Hozier
O - Only a Fool Would Say That by Steely Dan
F - Fireside by Arctic Monkeys
B - Better Man by Leon Bridges
O - Our Time by Johnny Hartman
H - Hammer to Fall by Queen
E - Every Time the Sun Comes Up by Sharon Van Etten
M - Martha by Tom Waits
I - In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier
A - A Trick of the Light by Villagers
I’m gonna be that lazy bitch and I’m virtually tagging all of my 900 followers :’)
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