#sophie: haha youre joking right?

[autistic-daydreamer]

Question for my KOTLC fans out there: what is something you read in the series that you couldn't defend the possible reasoning it was written. For research purposes (and specify what book)

#for ex. #in the first book one of the teachers had a crush on Keefe #I kid you not #I was told abt this a while ago but I was rereading it and saw it with my own two eyeballs and wanted to vomit #keefe: yeah I think she[the teacher]'s got a crush on me but I can't blame her ✨💧 #sophie: haha youre joking right? #keefe: ... #sophie: ...right? #MAN THAT GAVE ME THE ICK #like it could have been passed off for a joke but later in detention the SAME TEACHER made Keefe ball dance with here #her** #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities books #keeper of the lost cities #book series

[bridgertonbabe]

Was there a tearful reunion after Sophie finally let Ben hug his baby girl?

BSSG Group Chat

Michael sent a photo

Michael: Reunited at long last 🤗

Lucy: oh thank god

Simon: Sophie that grown man is in tears. Are you proud of yourself?

Penelope: like I get you wanted to punish him for his recklessness but withholding his little girl from him was some real next level shit

Gareth: yh it was pretty fucked up ngl

Sophie: To be honest even I'm shocked I kept Violet from him for as long as I did. I can be a real diabolical bitch when I want to be.

Lucy: yeah no kidding

Kate: Well that's just what happens when Ben doesn't bother inviting me along to Mario Karting in real life. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime.

Simon: @ Kate You should know it's taking all of my strength not to remove you from the chat right now.

Phillip: How are things with Ben now in general? Has the whole keeping Violet from him effected your relationship at all?

Sophie: Honestly now that we've had snu snu, his cast is off and he's able to be with Vi again everything's just back to what it used to be.

Penelope: except now any time his siblings suggest anything remotely stupid and competition based he's going to have ptsd from going weeks without his baby girl and he's going to just stay out of it

Sophie: Well with any luck yeah 🤞 I didn't keep Vi from him all that time just for him not to learn any lesson at all.

Gareth: well what happens if he does partake in stupidity again

Sophie: I mean if he does involve himself in any kind of reckless stupidity on the same level of go-karting Mario Kart style then I might just give Vi away. @ Michael you and Fran can take her if you'd like. I know you guys would provide her with the best life.

Michael: Noted 📝

Simon: Jesus Christ.

Penelope: relax she's joking

Sophie: Haha yeah. Sure.

Lucy:

Phillip: Look so long as we keep Ben from straying away from the light we should be fine.

Gareth: yh next time the bridgertons try to do any shenanigans i'll just get hy to chloroform him so he stays out of trouble and out of sophie's bad books

Sophie: Thanks I appreciate it x

Penelope: ...

Penelope: ok not sure if you are joking any more

Michael: So has Ben been able to put Violet down yet?

Sophie: No not yet. After an hour his arms got tired so now he's got her strapped to his chest.

Phillip: Do you fear he might never put her down again due to separation anxiety?

Sophie: ...

Sophie: Yeah I can hold my hands up and admit I messed up and made him even more overly attached to her than he already was.

Kate: Well that's what happens when you overreact to some perfectly healthy competitors and get on your high horse just because you don't appreciate innovative creativity.

Simon has removed Kate from the chat

#asks #group chat au #bridgerton spouses

[cellythefloshie]

10, 14, & 17 for fic asks!

- @comphy-and-cozy

✍️ more fic writer asks!

10. what is the longest amount of time you've let a draft rest before you finished it?

I think it's a year (Happy Birthday for the Road Wife series), though there may be more. I have so many documents it's easy for me to keep track of when I created something haha.

14. where do you get your inspiration?

Everywhere? It'll just hit me while listening to music/watching tv/working/just walking around. Then I have to rush to get it down before I lose the idea haha 90% of my WIPs are just fully planned one-shots that I just thought of randomly.

17. talk about your writing and editing process

This is very detailed, so I will be putting it under the read more.

It never used to be much of a process, but the longer I spend my time here, the more I refine it. It started with the idea, and I try to get that into a document as soon as I can so it doesn't elude me. This often resembles a synopsis of a book ad will include the main characters and the general plotline.

This is what my summary for Just Me & You:

During the summer, and both of them would be back in Calgary for a mutual friend's wedding, both are on the bridal party and both in relationships themselves. Forced to get along the best they can - Adam is forced to watch Charlie with her cocky trust-fund baby boyfriend - and he doesn't like Adam either and makes it clear when Adam and Charlie start falling into old routines of their inside jokes and too-close-to-just-be-friends behavior.

Wesley - Charlie’s Boyfriend - FC: Ben Barnes

Groom: Dillon Heatherington

Bride: Daphne - A childhood friend of Charlie and Adam - introduced her to Dillon when they were both playing for Swift Current - FC: Sophie Turner

Then, it goes into the chapter planning process. Which is very detailed. I determine the events of each chapter and outline everything right down to the dialogue with bullet points. Again, Just Me & You Chapter 2 for example:

And then I write out the scene:

-when she’s fitted in her dress Charlotte sneaks out onto the porch for some air

-her thoughts are in turmoil as she tries to cope with the conversation she had with Wesley

-she’s out on the porch when Danica pushes out the from door, the screen door slamming behind her as she moves for the rental

-she’s visibility upset and Charlotte moves to call out to her but Adam is moving out the door behind her with her bags in her hand

-Charlotte watches as he puts her bag in the trunk and moves to the driver's side to speak with her through the window 

-she can’t hear what is said but soon Adam is walking back to the porch and Danica is leaving down the driveway

-“hey,” Charlotte greets him, voice soft, “is everything okay?”

-“yeah, everything’s good, better now actually,”

-“Oh?” Charlotte can’t help but be curious, “when will she be back?”

-“she won’t be,” Adam hums and leans against the railing of the porch

-he’s looking over her shamelessly at the sight of her in her dress

-“I’m sorry,” Charlotte hums, trying to sound sincere, “I am, Adam really.”

-“The only thing you have to be sorry for Charlie, is looking as good as you do in that dress.”

-Adam then leaves her on the porch and she’s left in shock

Choking back a sob, Charlotte left the den behind her. She moved swiftly through the summer home, her head down to keep anyone from seeing the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She didn’t run back to the living room that had become the bridesmaid’s workshop for the afternoon, and she didn’t run up to the bedroom. Instead, she moved for the front door and out onto the porch where she was met with the comforts of the warm summer breeze, and the faint floral smell that cloaked the air. It was a scent of comfort, one from her childhood laced with the memories of times that were so much simpler, and in an instant, it brought her peace. 

It was a peace that was interrupted by harsh words spoken out on the front lawn. Charlotte couldn’t quite hear them, but the tone had he looked up from the white wood beneath her bare feet and out over the land. Not too far from the porch, her eyes fell on Adam, who stood half-dressed in his tux that he would be wearing tomorrow. Something had interrupted his fitting, leaving his button-down splayed open, his chest on full display, and his belt loose around his hips. The subject of his tone, she didn’t know. They were on the other end of the phone call, his phone pressed firm to his ear as he paced back and forth in the grass. 

Maybe it was wrong for her to stay there, lingering, trying to listen to the frustrated words that spilled from his lips - but curiosity was a cruel thing and she needed a good distraction and so she indulged herself in the broken conversation. 

“-I told you not to call me anymore.”

She watched as Adam took a heavy breath, his hands coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“-That's just it Danica-”

Charlotte stepped a little closer to the edge of the porch, her elbows coming to rest against the rails as she quickly became all too invested in the conversation at hand. Her own relationship wasn’t perfect, and it was the very reason she too had gone out to the porch, but for a moment she could forget about that and indulge herself in Adam’s own drama - and selfishly, she couldn’t help but wonder if he really was single. 

“-no, no, don’t fly out here. We’re done, we’ve been done. It’s time for you to move on.”

Then, as quickly as she had stumbled on him, the conversation was over and Adam was slipping his phone back into his pocket and moving back towards the house. It had only taken him a few strides for him to notice her standing there, and it left Charlotte’s skin red hot - she had been eavesdropping, she didn’t want him to know that. Yet, she made no attempt at making excuses. Instead, she showed her concern. 

“Hey,” she swallowed hard, “is everything okay?

“Yeah, everything’s better now, actually.” Adam’s voice was soft as he took the porch steps in two casual strides. 

“Oh?” Charlotte hummed out and was met with only silence and for a moment she was sure Adam was going to go straight back inside, but instead she leaned up against one of the tall pillars of the porch, and crossed his arms firmly over his chest. Charlotte didn’t dare look at him as he stood there, knowing that her eyes were still under threat of tears she didn’t want him to see - but it didn’t stop Adam from staring. She could feel his gaze as it moved over the angles of her body, taking in the sight of her gown as it hung off the body he had once had the pleasure of getting to know better than almost everyone. It was a feeling that sent a shiver up the length of her spine. It was one not caused by the breeze but she played it off as such as she brought a hand up to run a hand over her arms which were now prickled with goosebumps. 

“You got everything sorted out, then?” She managed to speak again, her head cocking to the side casually as she finally let herself look up at Adam. 

“How much of it did you hear?” Adam half groaned, but his smile grew as he looked down at her. 

“Oh, I ah- It’s time for you to move on,” she admitted slowly her tone teasing as she mimicked the firm tone he had used. It earned a low laugh, his head shaking and sending his sandy brown hair into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I am Adam, really. I came out to get some air and I just kind of walked into it.”

Adam’s smile didn’t waiver as he stepped in close, his hand brushing over the curve of her back as he leaned in just enough to mutter against the shell of her ear, “The only thing you have to be sorry for Charlie, is looking as good as you do in that dress.”

Whether it was the heat of his words against her flesh, or the words themselves, Charlotte was left at a loss for words as Adam straightened up. She could meet his eyes as he pulled away, her dark gaze lost on the lawn in front of her as his words seemed to echo in his mind. She wanted to bite at him, to tell him that he shouldn’t say such a thing, but even if she could manage anything more than an uneven breath Adam didn’t give her the opportunity to. With his words, he had disappeared through the screen door leaving nothing more than the hollow sound of its closing in his wake. The sound was quick to fade, only to be replaced by the pounding of her pulse in her ears. Charlotte’s mind was quickly lost on how even after Adam was gone the touch of his hand against her back lingered and she near trembled at how his words had rocked her straight through to her core with a shock she did not know if she was going to be able to recover from. 

Finally, I throw it into a Tumblr post and use Prowriting Aid and Grammary to edit. They aren't perfect, but it's hard to find a good/reliable beta.

#celly answers

[sophieinwonderland]

Sophie, you being so “😜😜😜 HaHa How Quirky!!!” About the gender thing is really fucking hurtful. I’m a little frustrated right now. You dropped a slur into a conversation that, from what everyone knows, isn’t even yours to reclaim (and came really out of the blue), and now you’re treating the discourse around it kind of like it’s a joke. I love your blog and I’m really genuinely upset to see you poke fun at a serious topic like this.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I seriously messed up and hurt a lot of people. I'm so sorry for that. Maybe I was trying to lighten the mood and help heal that. But I realize that it can also come off as uncaring or unempathetic, and I shouldn't make light of it.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to make the hurt go away.

So instead, let me just be completely honest and say how I'm feeling right now.

At the time, I didn't think the word would be hurtful in a neutral context. Obviously, I know calling someone that is hurtful. I know the word isn't mine to reclaim, but I thought speaking about it would be fine. That was careless and I should have thought better of it. I didn't, and people have a right to be upset about it.

I didn't understand. I do now. And if I could go back and do things over again, I would. But I can't. So I want to find the best way to fix the damage I caused.

And at the same time, I'll admit that some of the response has struck a nerve, even if I have tried to laugh it off. This isn't on you or most of the other people I hurt, but is about the posts I saw surrounding whether I count as "queer" or not.

This is something I've struggled with so much more than I let on.

I exist in this strange sort of limbo, identifying as a woman in an AMAB body, but not identifying as trans either, and it makes me feel like an outsider to everyone. I don't know where I fit in.

I... don't talk about my own struggles with my gender because... if I'm honest... I like that many of my followers see me as a strong, confident person.

And the truth is, in this community, I'm surrounded by actual brave, confident people who have the courage to go out and be themselves in the real world while I'm stuck playing dress up only in the privacy of our own bedroom because I'm terrified of being seen by other people. And it's not even anyone's fault but our own. We actually have a supportive and accepting family who knows about me. I've fronted around them before. But it's been so long and I don't even understand why I'm scared.

We talked about letting me front and dress how I wanted just for Halloween when it might be safer where we are, but I backed out of even that.

So maybe making light of it was selfish too in this way, because thinking too much about my own relationship with my gender identity too seriously hurts. It makes me feel like a failure.

Right now, I feel so bad about what I did, bad about the whole situation, and just want everyone to feel better. And I don't know the best way to help people heal is.

Hmm... maybe cats? People like cats, right?

It can't hurt, at least. 🤷‍♀️

#discourse #vent

[borathae]

Sibibaby my thoughts are mess rn (thanks to u 🥲) but i’ll try to write what i think about the last chapter 🥺🥺

1- okay first of all i have something to say for Jimin; You can go wherever you want you selfish prick don’t manipulate Taetae (you know he cares for u so much and you’re using it) and don’t upset my babies anymore 😠 (And you should beg for mercy on your knees in front of my baby oc because if she wasn’t in the picture…you know what would happen to u my friend 🤗)

2-

Puahagah that silly man made me cackle so much HSHAHAH like seriously no joke i’m all serious and mad but than I’m cackling because of him haha🥺

3-hmm the fact that Jimin broke Sophie’s heart in 1956 🤔 made me suspicious for no reason

4- Jealous oc 🤭🤭 She is so cute istg i’m gonna punch or bite something 🥺🥺

5- I really want Tae and oc to spend time together again 🥺 I’m a little mad at him (because he acts like a stupid naive little boy) but i know his heart too and i just want them to be happy together again 🥺💜

6- I’m so sorry for Yoongi 😭 No joke when he said that he loves her with all his heart and every inch of his soul and not because he’s a glutton 😭😭 And the fact that he looked normal again after oc said that she loves him over and over 🥺🥺🥺

Sibibaby no joke i’m in love with all of your stories male leads ( seriously i mean it) but MV!Yoongi is so special to me he’s my all time favorite 🥺🥺🩵

8- I’m so proud of oc 😏 She was so hot while she’s defending herself AND scolding jimin and Taeboy 😏 go girlie I support you 😍

7- The witches 😱😱😱😱😱 omg I didn’t see that coming what the fuck that’s what i call a plot twist 😱😱 (And i kinda think that oc is a witch or something too but who knows I expect everything from you hahah)

8- Not me romanticizing everything and think about Yoongi’s reaction after he realized something wrong 😌Like he killed that witches before she found him but he became weak suddenly and he probably knew that he would not be able to help her and she was scared and screaming his name….so if it’s okay with u Sibibaby can i ask Yoongi Boongie what he felt and thought before he lost consciousness 😭?

9- I hope oc will be okay after that 🥺 Like it’s so traumatic for both Yoongi and oc 🥺 She’s probably so scared (for her family) and i have a feeling that Yoongi would blame himself again… he probably think that he couldn’t protect his family and especially oc 😭😭 gosh i just want to read the next chapter ! 😭😭

I honestly think that Jimin is gonna think about himself for a lil. idk I have a feeling that the conversation with OC AND yoongi's confession kinda made him reevaluate his own self for a bit

JFSAJDFJ this was so funny hahahah also when he went "i hope he gets hit by a car" JFADJ petty boy jfajjja

RIGHT?? she's been acting suspicious ever since we got to know her 👀

FJADJSFJ that part was so cute afjdjsfa

same same same :(

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! HE DESERVES THE FUCKING WORLD :( also not you saying he is your fave omfmgm GIRL ogc!kook and aaol!kook are quaking in their boots rn fandnfa

istfg she is so hot you have no idea how much I want her fand

FJAJDSFJA I'M HAPPY YOU GUYS DIDN'T EXPECT THE PLOTTWIST FNADNSF

wait I'll do that down below fnadfna

gosh yes I can see both of those things happening :(((((

Okay now to answer your question about Yoongi's feelings. The reason why he was still able to run to her (kinda) was because he was a Creator and therefore it took a while longer for the magic to overwhelm him. Sophie and Shirley got like a "magical signal" from Suzy to start their plan. They tranquilised Jelena with magic and then attempted to do the same to Yoongi, which failed big times as they both got killed by him seconds later afnadf. Then he already heard OC scream for him, but by that point he also felt the magic infilitrate his body which meant he could only really stumble to get to her while his muscles grew weaker and weaker and his eyesight got darker and darker. He was definitely scared out of his wits, mostly for OC of course but also for himself because it's been thousands of years since he last felt that helpless 🥺

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #seagulljk

[pynkhues]

For the game!! Top fav fics atm! 💝

Ooo, I'm kinda all over the place with my fic reading at the moment, haha, but off the top of my head:

Delinquents by phloxmagpie. Good Girls. Beth x Rio. T. 120k words.

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“Yeah,” she breathes, and then she finds that he’s half an inch closer to her on the hood now, that the tip of his pinky fanned out on the metal nearly, nearly touches her thigh through the thin material of her dress.

She wonders what it would be like to touch him. It feels like it would be the easiest thing in the world right now, to reach down and lay her hand on top of his. She wonders what he would do. Then a door slams and more people spill out of Jeremy’s house. Beth swallows and looks up, focusing on the stars. They’re bright tonight. Electric. 

“Guess it’s startin’ to wrap up. You know how you’re gettin’ home?”

“No,” Beth admits. “Dean and all his friends are still drunk.”

Rio gnaws on his lip.

And then, because she suddenly feels light, because she suddenly feels dangerous, and because the bubble between them feels like it’s worn so thin, she becomes entranced by the idea of making it POP. 

“You could take me.”

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A highschool AU of Good Girls never feels like it should really work given so much of the context of the story is steeped in how women are made invisible in their own lives, but Megan really, really delivers. She transplants the story in a way that just makes sense, and the worldbuilding is so immersive that you can really sink right into it. The way it builds and grows and breathes just really hits all the right notes for me in a story, and it's one I was so delighted to see her update this week!

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Million Dollar Baby by phoenixgryffin. Succession. Gen-fic (although a little Kendall x Rava). M. 10k words.

“Yeah,” says Kendall. “There was a. A, a scare, I was supposed to be watching Sophie, and…uh. Probably you heard—”

“Heard something, yeah.” Roman’s not looking at him. “Was over in jolly old England paying Mumsy a call—”

“But that’s. That’s over. I’m turning—uh, turning over a—new leaf or whatever. DIY sobriety.” 

“Can’t fuckin’ OD with the mini-me around, huh.”

“Uh-huh,” says Kendall somberly.

“God, Ken, learn to take a joke.” Roman lightly punches Kendall’s arm, glances at the sleeping Iverson again. “Fuckin’—unconscious, huh.”

“Don’t wake him up,” says Kendall, suddenly aware of how loud they’ve been talking. “Don’t fuckin’ do it, Rome, he was screaming for four fucking hours last night, we could hear him through the walls—”

“Okay, okay, keep your hair on,” says Roman, but he moves to the other side of the room. “Hey, you dye it now? Looks awful.”

“No,” lies Kendall.

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The Roy siblings meet Iverson! God, I just love this fic so much. It really leans into the pre-canon world of the Roy's in a way that resonates, and the differing levels of discomfort all of them have with a newborn being in the room - much less a newborn that's their cringefail brother's son - feels really true to character. The author has really captured the tone of the show too, which is to say it's equal parts heartwrenching and funny. I only read it for the first time recently, and since then, I think I've re-read it a dozen times.

(One more Succession, an IWTV and a Stranger Things rec under the cut)

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I Figure You with Love by alaczije Succession. Kendall x Stewy. Explicit. 6k words.

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The caption reads: can we get @realkendallroy a welfare check

Below this, the top reply laments: 

bruh he DEAD dead 😭😭😭

“Oh, what the fuck,” Stewy says blankly.

He taps the thumbnail to view the photos full size—which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea. They flood the screen, blurred but unmistakable, in pixelated technicolor. Stewy recoils, as though ducking a slap to the face, then closes Twitter and stares stupidly at his phone. It buzzes in his hands a few seconds later. He takes the call without hesitation.

“Have you seen it?” Sandi Jr. demands. “Is this real?”

“I literally just saw it,” Stewy says, bouncing to his feet and giving into the urge to pace around his spotless kitchen. “And no, I don’t know. Who’s the source?”

“ATN.”

“Wow.”

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There are a lot of fics out there that deal with the aftermath of 3.09, but this really is one of my favourites. The dialogue is so good, and the way it hits all these different beats in terms of the business, the characters' histories, and Stewy's despite-himself-worry makes it feel like it was written just for me. Plus it's hotter and funnier than it has any right to be.

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Body and Blood by i love you bug (A_Stranger) Interview with the Vampire. Lestat x Louis. Explicit. 2k words.

He stuck a cigarette in the holder, the holder in his mouth, and lit it indulgently. Lying back against the furs with his arms bent to the sides and smoking as some blood ran lazily down his exposed pecs into the strained folds of his once-white undershirt, he looked a picture of rich debauchery. Louis wanted to rip his throat out. He pulled his pants off instead.

Lestat barely moved to help but watched him, smoke curling between their faces, eyes wide and youthful as if he was curious what Louis would do next, as if he hadn’t started something and abandoned it half-cocked to relax and pretend he was a wealthy Italian housewife.

Louis felt his eyebrows raise.

“Are you busy?”

Louis smirked around his cigarette holder. Louis felt his eyebrows drop.

“Mamma just needs a little break,” he simpered. “Can’t you take care of me?”

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There's been a lot of really fun fic for IWTV since the terrific AMC series aired, but I have a real soft spot for this one. It's funny and sexy and it really messes around with sex, gender and the family unit in a way only a story about a family of vampires can really pull off. It's a ball, and if you like the show, it's defs one to read.

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Modern Medicine Falls Short of Your Complaint by sansbanshees Stranger Things. Chrissy x Eddie. T. 5k words.

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Chrissy nods, reassured. Her brow furrows after a second though, eyes squinting as she strains to listen, too. “I don’t—I don’t get it. Why are his shoes different?”

It’s the way she asks, so serious, that gets him. He can’t help but laugh, which makes her burst into giggles, and she looks so confused by the whole thing, yet somehow still so weirdly sunny and just—it has to be a crime, right? Chrissy Cunningham has absolutely no right to look that fucking cute, as blitzed as she is.

Maybe it’s the wings? They suit her. Shit, he’s buying her as an otherworldly, ethereal being, but it’s almost too obvious of a costume, in her case. 

“You’re funny,” she says, even though he didn’t actually say anything, flashing him the beaming, megawatt smile of a truly drunk girl at a party.

It’s cute. She’s cute. It’s also close enough to a compliment that he feels a little heat building beneath his collar, creeping up his neck, and he has to remind himself that this is not actual reality and there’s no way she’ll remember any of it come Monday.

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Look, I just still love them a lot, and also I have a total thing for pre-canon moments of connection (as you can probably tell from the Succession rec above, haha). This just gets me, and I love it a lot.

Ask me for my Top Fives

#top five ask game #fic recs #gg fic #succession fic #iwtv fic #st fic #welcome to my ama #nbc good girls #hbo succession #amc interview with the vampire #netflix stranger things

[marie-eve-anne]

The Man With The Sausage Nose

Summary: Breakfast with Metternich and Sophie.

That letter was sent after the ball.

Like, twelve hours later. Because it was literally slipped under my door. Creepy, isn’t it? I just had to read it to make sure it wasn’t for Sophie. Though the envelope said it was for her, it was for me, actually. But I probably shouldn’t show her.

I was sitting near the apartments’ desk, where Sophie was writing on her diary from last night. She must have forgotten to do that after the ball.

I was tightly gripping the letter, and when the sound of rustling paper caught her ears, I quickly put it in my back.

“What are you hiding there, dear?” She looked me in the eye.

Sophie’s eyes are nothing to joke about. They were these bright shade of brown—like topaz or quartz, blended with a shiny forest green. They were very pretty to look at, but if you stared long enough, especially if she’s in a bad mood, your soul will probably float to the sky.

“Nothing, ma’am.”

“I told you to call me Sophie, didn’t I, dear?” She sweetly smiled. In the endearing way, not intimidating at all.

“I shouldn’t…”

“Nonsense! Should I name you a timid child, then?”

She came over and went on her knees. Her eyes were getting too close to mine.

“Are you a small and timid child, Eve?”

I didn’t like talking to people. That was definite. But I hated being insulted. But I guess everyone hates being insulted. I shook my head saying no, and Sophie’s smile became a lot bigger.

The door was opened by an old lady, announcing:

“The Archdukes Franz Joseph and Ferdinand Maximilian, for you, milady.”

The nanny Aja came with Sophie’s sons. Sophie immediately went over to them, specifically Maximilian first.

“My boys! How are you this morning? Did you play last night when Mama was away?”

Franz Joseph answered with complaining. “Max was pulling at my hair this morning!” His face was pudgy, almost like he was still a baby. Believe me, I am the same age as him.

“I was playing with his toys, and he was yelling at me, Mama!” Maximilian yelled back.

“Franzi, stop the bawling. And Max, I told you once and again: never touch your brother’s belongings.” Her tone shifted from sweet mama to one that sounded like she was talking to two stupid adults. I stared when the two of them went all quiet trying to hold their crying in.

“Now, shall we get downstairs? You must be hungry!” She turned back into the mama her boys loved so much.

Sophie went back to me and said: “Come, come!”

I was feeling a little sad, but I had to play along. When we were coming down the stairs, I was holding Max’s hand. The boy was always scared of slipping and falling, and even Sophie thinks he should hold someone’s hand when doing it. Franz Joseph was still frowning when it happened. He was holding his mama’s hand.

Max’s face was looking bloated. He was still sulking from earlier. Then, for some reason, he whispered to me.

“Evie, does Mama like Franzi?”

If it was me, not really.

“It depends on what he does.”

He looked at me with his pudgy face. “Then why does Mama carry him more than me?”

To be honest, I didn’t want to have a conversation with Sophie’s boys right now. If I was to tolerate two people that have no self-control and are always fighting, I would leave immediately.

Especially with other adults nearby.

We finally made it to the dining hall, where the emperor hasn’t been yet. But Metternich sure was.

“Prince Metternich! You’re the earliest again.”

He was wearing some fancy uniform, with his medals pinned on and a big collar thing was on his neck. I heard jangling from below the table. He was wearing his spurs again.

“Dear Archduchess, have your boys behaved themselves?”

Sophie answered once we sat down.

“A small fight earlier this morning.” She turned to the two of them. They held in their sulking faces.

“But all is well. Good to see you this morning.”

Haha. No greetings for me. Once again, I am the useless piano, just there for decoration.

I thought about that letter the Duke of Wellington sent me.

Was he seriously thinking that I would get away from the crowd who was on the lookout for me?

I called it silliness.

Where is that man? If he arrives after the emperor, he’s a disappointment. Maybe we won’t eat again. Not because of the old Duke, but instead because of my own granduncle. It doesn’t make for good conversation—or any good memory at all.

If this morning goes with all of us starving because of him, I will be angry for the rest of the day. Do people really have to starve themselves until one man takes the first bite? Can’t the first bite go to the poison tester, not the most important person in the room?

I kept to myself at my seat. Closely watching Sophie and Metternich talk.

“How’s the Duke?” Sophie asked.

“He is comfortable with our hospitality. He is quite deaf nowadays, you see. A cannon next to his ears.” Metternich checked his cuffs, not looking at Sophie once.

“How unfortunate. Has he discussed the duration of his stay?”

“He hasn’t told me yet, but I’m sure he will this morning.” The man continued to adjust both his cuffs and gloves. Do that later, since you have the time. Nobody cares what your cuffs look like.

The hall was then filled by a number of other people. Like Archduke Louis, with his old beard and mustache. I really didn’t care for my relatives that much. It’s not like they ever really noticed me there.

Franz Joseph and Maximilian were fidgeting in their seats, playing around. Their mama caught them fussing, and soon behaved themselves. I stayed quiet and unnoticeable.

Everyone else whose names that I at least knew finally came.

There was Maria Klementina, my grandaunt, Archduke Joseph’s wife Maria Dorothea, just a whole group of women with Maria in their names because their papas couldn’t be bothered to be more creative.

The Emperor wasn’t here yet. Even the Duke. I understand why the Emperor Ferdinand was late, but why would the old Duke be late? He didn’t look like he was going to. Was he too tired?

I was worrying too much, because right when my doubts were coming in, the door opened at last.

“His Serene Highness, the Duke of Wellington.”

Everyone bowed their heads to the old Duke, including Franz Joseph and Maximilian. I did the same so that nobody, especially Sophie and Metternich, would think I’m being impolite.

When the old Duke sat down, the old people around the table were asking him questions I don’t even care what the answers are about.

I was quietly staring at him, and I noticed that his eyes were still looking sad like last night.

After a few minutes of us waiting and me near starving, at last, the old Emperor Ferdinand arrived.

With his wife having to carry him downstairs.

Thank you, Habsburg blood.

#marie eve anne #arthur wellesley #duke of wellington #european history #historical fanfic

[semischarmed]

Detour

“Really Scott,” you say, as you run your fingers through your hair. “I don’t look familiar to you at all?” You take a mental picture of your high school tormentor’s face. Damn. ‘You’ve only gotten hotter these past few years haven’t you?’

“Nah man, sorry” He states as he moves to close the door to his apartment. You give a slight rub to a small gold medallion and his body starts moving on it’s own. You stare at him with a cruel smile as he tries to wrestle control back of his body. Your face strains but you are able to force him to let you into his place. Scott, evidently, was smarter than he looks as you notice him take a mental note of your struggle and the medallion. You’re gonna have to be careful around him.

You have to admit, this is a lot tougher than you initially expected. Much like his body, man has a will of steel, and even with this necklace’s little power boost, you can only barely contain him. But you have the power of raw emotion coursing through you. Envy. Lust. Unlike Scottie over here, lady luck has not been kind to the past few years past high school. That all changed when you came across this medallion. A strange, mystical, wonderful medallion with strange, mystical, wonderful powers. As soon it came into your possession, you instantly knew the first person who would have the privilege of witnessing its power firsthand. Scott reclaimed a bit of power over himself.

“What the fuck dude! You got the wrong guy! I really don’t know who you are!” You have to hold back a bit of your hurt. All those years of agony and fear, and it doesn’t even register a blip to him. ‘Fuck it, worth it for what I’m about to get.’ With another rub of the medallion you force him to freeze.

As you study his frame, still and glistening with a nervous sweat, you are overcome with a wave of lust- you can’t wait to possess the fuck out of this man. He’s only gotten bigger, beefier since the last time you’ve seen him. You are cut from your trance as you hear a soft “zzzz” sound.

His phone buzzes again and, rubbing your medallion, you force him to pull it out and unlock it for you. “Who is this?” You ask, as you take a closer look at the string of texts. “Almost back!” “Hey u wanna get some pizza tonight?” “Dude I gotta tell you about Sophie at the weights today.“

“I-It’s Alex, he’s my friend. He’s my best friend. We’re roommates. Also he’s coming back soon, so you should probably go. This-whatever the fuck this is man, I won’t tell anyone I promise. Just go” he states nervously. Try as you might, you can’t read if he’d genuinely let you go. Knowing the Scott you knew in high school, he’d probably beat you to a pulp as soon as you released your hold on him. Whatever. Not leaving anyway. You stare at more pictures of his friend from Scott’s social media. Fit, cute- hot even, easy on the eyes. Ok then, maybe a little detour is in order. 

“I’m gonna give you a choice.” You state plainly, as you set his phone on the table. “And I know you remember who I am, so you can stop the act. You? Or Alex? Who’s it gonna be?” He probably thinks you’re gonna kill him. Not even close. If anything, he’s gonna be getting a new lif-

“Alex, Alex! Please dude, just leave me alone!” He says without hesitation. Damn. Cold-blooded. You smile with menacing compliance. 

“Alex it is.”

----

Minutes later, a sweaty Alex unlocks the door to his apartment, eager to get quick shower in and order some dinner. “Oh, uh, I didn’t realize we’d have guests”. 

Alex smiles warmly at you and greets you, “Hey, I’m Alex, Scott’s roommate. Good to meet you!” He looks at his hand. “Sorry, I just got back from the gym, so I’d shake your hand, b-” “So you’re Alex! good to meet you too!” you cut him off by extending your hand, which he awkwardly shakes out of formality. You use this to take a sneak preview of your future vessel’s hands. Calloused, but soft. Thin, damp. Vascular. Good.

“Yeah, I’m an old friend of Scott’s. From high school,” you lie. “He said he had to grab something from the store, so he’ll probably be back in a bit.”

“Aww well, I’m sorry he’s been keeping you waiting” Alex gives a warm smile. “He’s usually pretty good at this kind of stuff, so I’m sure he had a good reason. Do you want like a water or something?” 

He starts to head to the kitchen. You stifle a moan as you quickly stick your hand in your pants and smear his gym sweat all over your dick. Sneak preview. 

As he fashions himself a glass of water and glances back as you quickly take your hands out your pants before he notices. “Oh no, no! I’m alright! Thank you for the offer though!” you beam back. Close call.

‘Alex is such a nice, stand up guy’ You wonder to yourself, ‘why is he friends with that piece of shit’

“I’ve known Scott since college, so a little less than you, haha” he adds, as if hearing your mental conversation. “He always keeps it real and he’s even been helping me get toned”. He smiles and does a small bicep flex to demonstrate -hot- before he ravenously gulps down the entire glass of water and sets it down.

‘Fuck yeah, I can’t wait to be the one going down that tube’ you think, as you bite your lip. Alex starts to head your way. You then pick up on his scent, he smells clean- probably his cologne or deodorant. Mountains. Mint. Fresh rain. He’s like a breath of fresh air. Then the undercurrent of his scent hits. Raw, primal, alpha as fuck. You’re a bit surprised. Such a kind, clean cut guy and he apparently naturally smells like a filthy, raunchy, putrid motherfucker. You can hardly control yourself as you try to imagine where it’s coming from. Pits, ass, feet, ball sweat, all of the above?- wherever the fuck it’s coming from, it’s intoxicating. You smile in the joy that a little piece of you, even if it was just the dick that you rubbed his hand sweat all over, now smells like a diluted Alex. You struggle as you adjust your growing hard on in proximity to the pheromone bomb that is Alex.

Suddenly, Alex’s phone buzzes. You steal a glance at the sender. It’s Scott.

“Hey man, come to my room, now. We need to fucking talk. I have no idea who he is. Make sure he stays where he is. He doesn’t know I’m here .” Alex stares at his phone, a little perplexed, while you continue to stare at this fine, fine piece of ass in front of you. He gives a quick glance your way, to which you respond with a smile. 

“Hey, uh, make yourself at home, ok? Im sure Scott’s coming back soon. I, uh, I gotta take care of something real quick with our, um, other roommate.” There’s only two bedrooms and he’s a horrible liar, but you still find it a little endearing. “Anyway, it was nice to meet you, maybe we can hang out sometime. Any friend of Scott is a friend of mine!“ he tells you kindly as you swoon. ‘Oh Alex we’re about to be much, much closer than friends. Closer than you can possibly imagine’.

“Hey dude, uh, so Scott’s friend is waiting for you in the living room. Also whatever this is, can it wait? I kinda have to showe-“ Alex cuts himself off as he sees Scott slumped over, tied up to his desk chair with his own dirty clothes in a neat little bow. “What the fuck!?! Scott! are you ok?” Alex rushes over to help his friend.

“So, I gotta say, Scott, you made a great choice sacrificing him to save yourself. Alex is definitely a catch.” You say from the doorway. Alex quickly looks your way in horror as his best friend breaks free from his fake restraints and pulls him into an embrace.

Alex tries to squirm free from Scott’s grip, as you make Scott say the truth to his friend. “He made me choose, between you and me. I chose you.”

“T-This is a joke, right? Scott?” Scott starts to force him into his desk chair. “Cmon man!” Alex pleads, as an emotionless Scott ties him to the desk chair.

“Some best friend” you chuckle, as you stroke Scott’s cheek and wipe away a stray tear -you can feel his revulsion internally- “he sold you out without a second thought”. You start to undress his lower half, starting with his gym shoes. Fuck it was potent. “Don’t worry, I’ll never do that to us.” You peel away his sweat soaked socks and take another whiff. Alex sits in confusion, probably speechless at what had just transpired.

“Let’s make a deal” you say with a chuckle. “I’ll show you a taste of me if you show me a taste of you.” Without waiting for a response, you start by kneeling down sucking on his scummy toes. Sour. Just how you like it. He’s still squirming in his bonds a little. “Step on me,” you say, as you smash your face to his sweaty feet over and over again, simulating him stepping on you. You catch a little movement in his crotch area. ‘Is he enjoying this?’ you ask, as you continue up Alex’s legs. You look back to make sure Scott is still in your control. He stands frozen, emotionless, but with a deep hatred in his eyes, twitching occasionally in his attempt to break free. You make him face Alex and force him to lift the corner of his tank top to give Alex a little tease, while you continue with your little treasure hunt.

You then peel away his compression shorts to reveal your prize. A concentrated bloom of Alex’s pheromones hit you. Ecstasy. You almost pass out on the spot. ‘Holy shit’. You can't control yourself as bury your head and greedily rub your face in his sweaty crotch. Alex is eerily quiet.

Rubbing the medallion, you issue your next command. You’re gonna need to divert a little magic to making this work, so you release some control of Scott as emotion and shouting return to him. It takes a minute or two but you’re able to get your bodies properly primed fro the next stage. You notice Alex shiver from a slight tingle in his body, while Scott continues his barrage of insults your way. “Shut up,” you command. His lips quiver and then shut. “Scottie, come tell Alex what his best friend is gonna do to him.”

Alex again looks at Scott with a pleading face as a twitching, emotionless Scott continues: “Alex, I’m gonna stuff you full of himm- full of my Ma,” you wince. Strong and stubborn as ever, you can’t even get him to call you master. “Man you’re gonna love it. I sold you out to save myself. Didn’t even have to think about it. Just like that.” You’re getting a little better at controlling his movements. “Now I’m gonna be the one to make sure I put all of him inside you” Scott continues, “I-I can’t wait to see him wear you like a s-suit, parading you around, s-swimming in your skin and no one will ever know. I can’t wait to see the new you, w-with a little fag pilot tucked safe inside, pulling on your strings, speaking for you, thinking for you, loving for you” Scott finishes with an unsettling, wide grin that you force him into. 

Emotion and control rush back to Scott’s face. “Alex...” he states in an apologetic tone, but Alex doesn’t even look him in eye. Again, off the corner of your eye, you can’t help but notice a ghost of a smile on his face before it returns to its sullen look.

“Ok, ok, enough you two. Let’s go put on a good show for our best friend Scottie”.

-End Part 1-

[vickyvicarious]

I reached the King George Job today, and noticed that not once does Elliot come face-to-face with Keller. If Moreau trusts the guy with a whole branch of his business - the original branch, even - it seems likely that he’s been around a long time. Obviously the team don’t know about Eliot’s history with Moreau yet, which leads me to wonder: did Eliot break his own rule and con his crew? Not much, just a tiny bit, taking advantage of Sophie’s neurolinguistic programming and such to keep him away from the people who might recognise him (because for my own sanity I assume there are other jobs like this that they use to get closer to Moreau).

OOOH.

I never even noticed that! (Too busy goofing around with goon/Eliot headcanons I guess.) That is an excellent point. That episode in particular I think both Eliot and Hardison never meet the guy face to face, it's mostly just Sophie and Nate though Parker does run the auction for a bit. And it makes enough sense for the con that I never even questioned it.

I think there is definitely a chance that Eliot tries to steer the team away from certain Moreau-adjacent jobs throughout the first part of the series, and in S3 especially tries to do his best to urge caution even when they are actively hunting the guy down. I don't think he tries to use neurolinguistic programming though, simply because I don't think he could pull that off without Sophie noticing or that he'd be comfortable enough to attempt it. What he might do though, is try to steer the planning by framing something as being more safe for all of them if he is off in this area, or whatever. And from his POV, that's not even untrue, since he would absolutely ping on Moreau's radar and that'd put them all in danger. It's definitely walking a fine line on the "don't con your crew" thing, but it's a little more just suggesting plans that allow him to keep his lie going a little longer. I wonder at how well he stayed hidden given that Nate is pretty much uncontrollable, haha.

Anyway, Keller absolutely seems like the kind of guy that Moreau has done personal business with, probably with Eliot standing right next to him. Maybe even the kinda guy that Moreau would joke around with and be all friendly to, then kind of mock in private with Eliot for being too stuck-up or whatever. That would be an interesting AU jumping-off point, if Keller caught sight of Eliot and recognized him.

#leverage #eliot spencer #all-eyes-on-the-hindenburg #replies

[imherongraystairstrash]

Hey I love your writing so much!! Could you consider writing a fic about Alexander’s birth and more importantly everyone’s reaction and first time meeting him. Gideon,Will,Jem,Tessa, Charlotte, Sophie, Henry and all of his cousins and Anna and Kit of course I feel like it would be so sweet

Thank you so muchh!! It ended up being too long haha! Since you asked for the TID reactions, I split up the fic so that my response to this ask will include them. Here’s part 1, in case you want to read it

Defender of Men (pt 2) [Alex Lightwood birth]:

“He’s absolutely precious.” Sophie said, holding Alexander in her arms. Eugenia stood behind her, smiling widely at her new cousin. 

“I want a baby,” Barbara said mournfully, from where she was kneeling beside Sophie, fixing Alexander’s hat.

Gideon choked on what must have been air.

“I’m not going to get myself pregnant, father.” Barbara said, rolling her eyes “I just said I wanted one.”

“Well, you can take care of your cousin until then.” Cecily said with a wink. “We just saved you another five years, Gideon.”

“I think ten years would be more reasonable.” Gideon said. 

“Papa!” Barbara said, her tone still hushed in the presence of the baby.

Gideon smiled at Barbara.

“Has he opened his eyes yet, Aunt Cecy?” Thomas asked. He and Kit were sitting on the floor beside her. 

Cecily smiled down at him, “Yes, darling. They’re a darker blue than Kit’s. I want to say they’re the same color as Anna’s, but I’m not quite sure.”

“Will’s never going to let you hear the end of that.” Gideon said to Gabriel.

“You’re right,” Will said, James in tow. “Lightworm’s descendants are going to look like me.”

“Technically, they’ll look like Cecy.” Sophie said.

“Who just so happens to look like me.” Will said, before coming to a stop behind Sophie and smiling down at the newborn baby.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Sophie said. 

Will nodded, his smile growing wider. “Good job, Lightwood.” He said, clapping Gabriel on the back. “You too, Cecy.” Will said, looking over at her.

Cecily saluted him from where she was. 

James came over and smiled down at his new cousin.

“Oh, I’m hogging the baby.” Sophie said, standing up, ready to let the next person hold him.

“Do bring him here so that James and Thomas can hold him.” Cecily said.

Thomas’ eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve never held a baby before. Best let James do it.” 

“I’ve never held a baby either.” James said.

Cecily laughed, “I guess it’s time to learn.”

Both boys looked equally dismayed and terrified.

“It’s not hard,” Sophie said, kneeling down beside them. 

Cecily and Sophie taught them how to place their hands, and, despite it being his first time, Thomas held Alexander perfectly. When Cecily put Alexander in Jamie’s arms, he was clearly nervous and tense. Cecily ruffled his hair.

“Good, Jamie bach.” She said smiling. “You boys are naturals.”

“I’d even go as far as to say that they’re better than the girls.” Sophie said, smiling.

“I heard that!” Eugenia said. 

…

By the time Tessa and Lucie came, the room wasn’t as full since Anna, Barbara and Eugenia had gone to do lord knew what. They were always disappearing, saying they were discussing things that were of importance to them. Sophie and Cecily always joked that they were planning a revolution. Well, half-joked.

“Oh, Cecily, he’s beautiful.” Tessa said, fixing the baby’s blanket.

“And lazy.” She added. “He’s been asleep this entire time.”

Will raised his eyebrows at Gabriel. “Maybe he’s tired of having to deal with his father.”

“Lucie wouldn’t stop crying when she was born, maybe she was disappointed when she realized her father was the way he was.” Gabriel cut back.

Cecily and Tessa rolled their eyes at them in synchronization, like they do whenever their husbands are around each other. 

“What’s his name?” Tessa asked.

“Alexander.” Cecily said, proudly. 

Tessa smiled wide. “Oh, I do love that name. It reminds me of when I went to school in New York. Alexander Hamilton, the United States founding father.” She added the last sentence after receiving a couple of confused looks. 

“Aunt Cecy, can I babysit?” Lucie said. Before Cecily could respond, Lucie spoke again. “On second thought, I can barely take care of myself. Perhaps it is not the best idea to leave me in charge of a child.”

“You can take care of him while we’re in the same room.” Gabriel said with a smile.

Lucie nodded eagerly. “Yes! Wonderful idea, Uncle!” 

…

The rest of the day had been a flurry of fawning over the new baby and congratulations. Gabriel and Cecily had gone to surprise Charlotte and Henry, with the baby in a basket, tucked under a mountain of warm blankets, to keep out the cold. 

When Henry opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise and then extreme excitement. 

“What ho! Cecily! You’ve given birth!” 

“Yes!” Cecily laughed.

“How wonderful, absolutely wonderful! Oh, do come in; Charlotte will be ecstatic!” 

Charlotte was ecstatic indeed. When she saw the baby, her hands fluttered to her chest and then she came over to kiss both Cecily and Gabriel on the cheek. 

“You crazy children! We would have come to your house. You didn’t have to bring the baby here.” 

“We wanted to surprise you.” Cecily said. 

Charlotte took her shoulders and sat her down. “And you should be resting.” 

“Does that mean you don’t want to see him?” Gabriel asked, lifting Alexander in his arms.

“Of course I do,” Charlotte said, laughing. She went over to Gabriel and looked at the baby. 

Her face softened immediately. 

“Oh, how precious,” she said, brushing his pink cheek. 

Gabriel brought the baby down a little bit so that Henry could see better. Cecily smiled at the way Gabriel showed the baby to them excitedly. 

“Have you decided on the name?” Henry asked. 

“Alexander,” Gabriel said, placing him in Charlotte’s arms.

Alexander fussed a little bit at being transferred from his father’s arms to somebody else’s, but then quieted down once he realized Charlotte was just as warm, if not, more warm than Gabriel was. 

“Alexander Lightwood.” She said, “he’s absolutely perfect.”

…

“Am I better at holding babies than James?” Matthew asked, looking up at Cecily.

Cecily shook her head, smiling. “I thought you were supposed to love your parabatai.”

“I do! I love to compete with him.”

“Either way, I’m not telling you who’s better.”

“It’s alright, Aunt. I know it’s me.” Matthew said, looking back down at the baby. 

Cecily nudged his head with the palm of her hand affectionately. 

…

When Alex had finally woken up again he was in Henry’s arms and he stared at him like wide eyes, blinking slowly.

Gabriel and Charlotte were talking about something in the other corner of the room. Matthew was leaning over Henry’s bath chair, his forearms braced on the handles. 

“Who’s that, Alex?” Cecily asked. “Is it your Uncle Henry?”

Alexander made the softest of noises. 

Cecily kissed her son’s head. 

“Little Alex. You have quite a lot of names to remember.” Henry said. 

Cecily laughed. 

Quite a lot of names to remember, indeed. But at least he’ll know that behind each of those names, are people who love him and would follow him for his first milestones:

His first words were “nana” and “-it” because of his siblings. 

His first steps were into his cousin Thomas’ arms.

His first laugh was with his father, his second with his uncle Will, though it was Matthew who made him laugh the most. 

His first of smiles was when his mother was hugging him and when Barbara and Eugenia spoke with him, pretending they understood everything.

He’d play shadowhunters his all of his cousins, though specifically with “Mames” and “Ucie”. He’d go on walks with his parents, Aunt Sophie and Uncle Gideon. 

There were many other memories, all with his large family, all of whom he loved very much, and who all loved him in return.

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[bridgertonbabe]

Here are a couple of honourary mentions which didn't fit into my three TED Talks haha

First, these two photos of Jacques & Gabriella of Monaco. Not sure what's going on, I just know that it's very on-brand for the Monaco royals

Second, I was gonna say that this could serve as inspo for Newton. But that felt like a bit of an insult towards the main character of season 2. Anywho, the Thai royals have way too much money but at least Siri offers entertainment in how much she spoils her dog

Third, we have my favourite royal, His Royal Cuteness Prince Charles of Luxembourg. The hardest-working baby in the world who's about to become a big brother next year! No real reason, I just want everyone to see how adorable he is

For those wondering, His Royal Cuteness together with Prince Alexander have been cast by me as Charlie (yes I know they look very different, never said my casting was gonna be logical), Prince Gabriel as Alex (let's pretend Alex was blonde the first couple of years) & now when we have better photos of Prince Julian, I have an excuse to picture him as Will. Haven't decided on anyone for Eddie, Miles, Mary & Vivi yet, suggestions are welcome! But, I nominate Princess Adrienne as Lottie.

Jacques and Gabriella of Monaco are definitely giving cheeky Prince Gregory and Princess Hyacinth vibes, though I could also imagine Princess Charlotte and Prince William having the sassy little troublemakers look about them. In the Royals AU they were born hours apart in the same hospital with their fathers running out into the corridor of opposite rooms to high-five each other when they were welcomed into the world. It would have been the only time Sophie had presented one of her newborns to the world, knowing there would be no chance of sneaking out of the hospital with the media camped outside waiting to be introduced to the new Princess Royal. She had found the prospect of the media interest invasive and had opted not to parade Charlie and Alex around hours after giving birth to them as a result, but seeing as William was her third baby and she didn't feel as overwhelmed as she had done as a brand new mother, she reckoned she could handle showing one of her babies to the world just this once. Then when Kate hopped into the hospital bed with her as they snuggled their newborns, she asked if Sophie would like to appear on the steps of the hospital with her and show their babies off together, and realising she wouldn't have to do it alone made Sophie agree to the offer instantly. She even had a bit of fun as Kate's glam squad dressed and made her up side by side with the queen while their royal husbands doted on their infants, before they treated the public to the four of them appearing on the steps of the hospital to introduce the newest little prince and princess of the family.

I could definitely see Newton ending up as the main star of the royal family's Instagram account. He's included in photos for Kate and Anthony's engagement, their wedding, pregnancy announcements, first baby pics, and of course their official Christmas cards. When they meet members of the public Kate and Anthony are always asked about Newton and the general demand of more Newton leads the royal family Insta stories to be filled with the corgi's day to day activities and general fluffy cuteness. (There's even a joke petition to make Newton the national animal of the country or for him to at least be knighted for his adorable services to the nation.)

Prince Charles of Luxembourg is the cutest!!! I can for sure see him as baby Charlie and while Benedict is thrilled that his hair initially appears blonde like his mother, Sophie is sure his locks will darken to the chestnut that the rest of the Bridgertons possess and much to Benedict's chagrin she's right. I can also totally see (your logic of) Prince Alexander as a bigger version of Charlie, with Charlie not wanting his hair cut so he can look just like his father (I'm envisioning Benedict growing his hair out for a time after Sophie one day mused that she fancied him when he was younger with his teenage floppy hair, and being the simp that he is he wanted to make his wife's teenage dreams come true).

#asks #royals au

[shimzus-a3]

NAME: sen , senny poo if ur angie

STAR SIGN: gemini

HEIGHT: 5′ 6″

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?  

PUT YOUR SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

アブノーマルが足りない ( not enough abnormal ) - arukara

OH MY LITTLE GIRL - ozaki yutaka

リリィ ( lily ) - shimizu bonnou

凩 ( winter wind ) - yourness

そなちね ( sonatina ) - tempalay

リア ( rear ) - rib ( idk why i expected there to be at least one english song )

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? yes ! i’ve done poem exchanges with friends where we did this , and last year on valentine’s day my roommate’s boyfriend wrote all of us some inspirational carpe diem-esque poems because we were all single and stressed haha

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?  last night at karaoke ...

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? i don’t know if i have an ongoing celebrity crush , but there are plenty of celebrities i think are really attractive. sophie turner makes my head swim. and i keep telling my students that abe hiroshi is my ideal type but it’s kind of a joke LSKGJD

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? i really hate the 7am/5pm song that they play in my town every single day. there was an nhk drama filmed in my city almost 10 years ago and the city council took the show intro and outro and used them for the songs over the town speakers. at first it was cute but now it’s irritating every day. but i do love rain sounds , and two of my friends here have really really lovely singing voices that compliment each other so well ( even though their best song is wonderwall ).

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? no

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? yes , though not the classic bulging gray head type. i just think it’s likely that there’s some other type of life out there , even if it might be at a very very early evolutionary state compared to earth’s life. idk. 

DO YOU DRIVE?  yes , but not in japan because i’m horrified of how narrow the roads are.

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? nope !

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?  dracula by bram stoker. the last book i finished all the way through was a quiet place by matsumoto seicho

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?  occasionally. on long road trips where i’m already a bit nauseous from travel , i can’t stand it. but if i’m filling up my tank normally , then i like it.

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?  i think maybe it was the bombardment ? or the new batman movie.

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?  not really that bad , but i once scraped my knee down to the kneecap and i have a gnarly scar now. i don’t wear shorts in public because of it ( ultimate kiyoko move ).

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?  lawson just released a new gochujang chicken onigiri filling and it’s delicious as expected , and i’ve also been listening to a lot of true crime podcasts lately so maybe those two things ?

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? i don’t think so ? a lot of times i just distance myself and then over time we grow apart , or i pretty much forget because i have a lot of stuff going on that usually outweighs other people’s actions

IN A RELATIONSHIP? yeah no and no thank you

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 : @pontevoix​

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 : i feel like everyone has been tagged mebbe but if u haven’t then i tagged you :3c 

#about sen uwu uwu owo :sparkles:

[loverofallthingssmart]

black swan sophie

i know this has been done so so so sooooo many times before but today i stumbled across my half-made edit of black swan agent! sophie and i was like "hmm! this isn't half bad." and then spent like hours reworking this and here we are... so yeah

i also wrote a quick little drabble-ish thing under the cut which you don't have to read but yk.. its there <3

[id: 3 edits of a young blonde teenage girl. each edit has been edited to have a glitching effect. the first one covers the girl's eyes with a thick, black line. the text reads in all caps "black swan profile" in smaller font underneath, and crossed out reads "sophie elizabeth foster".

the second edit is warmer and titled "background info". covering the words is a huge, black confidential stamp. what you can see beyond the stamp is information listed out such as her abilities (telepath, polygot, inflictor, teleportation, enhancer), her family (birth mother: CEO Oralie, birth father: TOP SECRET, adoptive parents: grady and edaline ruewen, extended adoptive family: kesler and juline dizznee, dex "prattlebug" dizznee, rex dizznee, bex dizznee, lex diznee), and her status ("formerly exiled, now considered regent of the company").

the third edit is titled "status." it reads in all caps, in order: "name: moonlark", "level three loyalty (on probation)", "liabilities: volatile, curious, loyal to family", "training: unfinished", "target: "tam song" (which has been crossed out) with "linh song" underneath", "mission: "recruit" has been crossed out and "take her out" is in replacement." /end id]

and now for the little plot bunny that wouldn't leave my head till i wrote it down! under the cut!

to set the scene: its a modern au except they still have their abilities. no amazing creatures or councillors or anything but there are still empaths, telepaths, etc. etc and everyone still has their canon abilities!! okay... now enjoy!!

-|-

“moonlark. moonlark can you hear me?”

“loud and clear prattle bug.” sophie cant keep the small smirk off her face every time she says the name they chose as their undercover code name.

“boss said to report at his office you got a new job.”

sophie stills, briefly wondering if she heard correctly.

“that can’t be right. im in the middle of the recruiting process right now. i already have a job, prattle bug.”

radio silence. oh so now you decide to shut up? sophie huffs in annoyance.

“prattle bug?” she checks her earpiece.

“prattle bug?? prattle bug—c’mon pick up prattle bug....prattle bug?"

she doesn't hear a response.

"dex! pick up!”

she curses. guess she has to report back.

beep! beep! she clicks the button on her headpiece.

silveny, her trusted automobile roars to life and sophie smiles. she forgot how much she missed driving in the night with no one to disrupt her as she sped along the road.

she steps in and starts the car, rerouting her location and making sure her trail is covered.

"t-minus 10 minutes to headquarters" silveny’s GPS system calls out.

the loud automated voice breaks the silence of the night that sophie got accustomed to and serves as a reminder for what's awaiting her after this ride.

sophie sighs as she slams the gas pedal to make it there in 5.

-|-

“this has to some kind of joke. no. you’re kidding. haha very funny, you're hilarious. now tell me my actual mission.”

“i assure miss foster if i was kidding you would know.”

“this is crazy. i-i didn’t sign up for this.”

“you signed up for this when you chose to become an agent and protect your family from harm. now i repeat myself agent foster, have i made your mission clear?”

“this is. no. no i don’t understand. tell me again. ”

“you know of linh song, correct?"

“yeah?”

of course i do. i did, after all, spend over a year trying to recruit her brother for the black swan.

forkle smoothly continues, ignoring her, as if she didn't project her thoughts into his head.

“change of plans," he clears his throat and looks straight at her.

“i want you to take her out instead.”

-|-

#sophie foster #2 am ramblings #my post #e attempts to words on paper #i mean i guess #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #that drabble is soooo rough cause i just wanted to get this done like #also omg look new edits! long time no see i thought it would be a one and done thing but apparently not <3 #e's edits #jic thats a tag i dont remember lmao #also..........feel like doing dex as a black swan agent..... hmmm...

[yakumtsaki]

What’s up Sophie?

-Oh nothing much, just looking up at the indifferent Heavens, searching for a reason to not end it all after getting beat up by fucking Miss Havisham. How could God forsake me so??

Idk Soph, I mean God works in mysterious ways. Except when you have no body skill points and start fights with people way fitter than you, then the ways God works in become a little more clear. 

-That’s it, I’m going outside and waiting for a satellite to hit me!!

Counterproposal, you go upstairs and sleep because we have your UUU pledge bs do-over tomorrow, and we’re so behind schedule it’s not even funny. And after you SHAJAR is pledging which I just know is gonna take at least 5 tries so there’s really no time to waste. 

-Ugh Shajar this, Shajar that, I don’t want to hear about that turbocuck anymore! 

Then marry her and I’ll never bring her up again!

-Gotta side with Sophie on this one, Shajar is GROSS. Yuck!

Oh wow well now that Boring Brunette Dude has chimed in that changes everything. Literally who even are you.

-Hey Frances, I admire the fact you walk around so confidently despite being the biggest pussyboi the world has even known. Good for you!

-Oh my, how nice! 

Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Right? Sophie??

-First I’m losing fights, now I have to compliment fucking Frances Worthington, what’s next? Living in a hippie commune?? Just let me die by crepe suffocation.

Ok well as much as I’d love to devote even more time to this Havisham-induced identity crisis, I really need to focus on pathologically unlikable Shajar’s pledging attempt, so.. stay strong?

-JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I HATE YOU I HATE EVERYTHING I WISH I WAS STILL A TEEN TOWNIE

Ngl to you Soph, I too am starting to wish you were still a teen townie.

-So one of my family’s favorite games is making appointments for x-rays we don’t need just so poor people can’t have them! HAHA

-Oh haha that’s hilarious, Frances!

Shajar what’s.. happening.. you’re actually doing great? This is the first time you’ve gotten someone to like you?? Maybe there’s hope for your ridiculous popularity aspiration after all. 

-I just want to get the hell out of these dorms, I can’t deal with Gross Hippie Dude’s stink anymore!

-Oh dear lord, how can someone stink this bad?? I’m gonna vomit all over this terribly decorated dorm!

HEY it took me like 10m to decorate this masterpiece, show some respect. Also this would be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t autonomously cheated on Frances with this freakshow the other night. 

-It was the moonlight!

Does the moonlight have stink covering properties I’m not aware of?

Heather Huffington passes by and I have Shajar greet her in case this Sophie racket doesn’t work out, which is looking increasingly likely. 

-WOW what a great pairing!

Ikr???

-I was joking, what a fucking disaster in the making. 

Ti-Ning I’m truly getting tired of your shit, this is all gonna work out just the way I want it to!

WHY TF ARE YOU TWO SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED

-Why not? 

-We’re besties!

KILL ME. SHAJAR I THOUGHT YOU GOT OVER THIS

-What? Can’t I just recognize that my sister’s boyfriend is a fine piece of ass without you making it weird??

Oh God this is how it starts, this is what happened with Gunther and Brit last gen, they were always like ‘platonically’ alone in bedrooms and then one day BAM. IT’S NOT HAPPENING AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKERS? I WON’T LET YOU

-I for one hope Shajar gets with Heather, because oh man! Now that would be a ménage à trois to remember!

...it really is too bad Jojo took the cowplant with him when he graduated because I know what I’d be using it for. 

-NO NO NO, you can’t just book x-rays you don’t need, what the fuck??

-EXCUSE ME?!

-Those are just for broken bones and shit and widely available, you need to book MRIs, everyone knows those appointments take way longer to get! 

-Ohh..that’s actually a good point.

-You’re so lucky you met me, bro, I’m really good at spreading misery.

Yea no arguments here!

-So, girls, I don’t know if you’ve noticed by my attire, but the main reason I’m here is to snag a rich old professor that can promptly die!

-Dream on toadface, huhu! The old professors are MINE 💗💗💗

-Ok that’s it..

Sophie?

-My hatred cannot be contained any longer!!!

Was it ever contained to begin with?

-You and me OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW HAVISHAM

WHY. Why would you attempt this AGAIN

-I really thought it would work this time!! :(

Why would it?? Note the simultaneous fight cloud inside which is..

..Shajar and the cheerleader! Man, both you and Sophie really have trouble with the concept of ‘don’t attack people with more body points than you’.

-I thought my hatred would carry me through!! :( 

Omg Sophie.. Literally STOP.

-NEVER!!!

-GO VEILFACE, FUCK THESE LEGACY BITCHES, WALKING AROUND LIKE THEY OWN THE PLACE

-I’M NOT ASSOCIATED WITH SHAJAR GODDAMMIT. OH FUCK, SHE’S HITTING ME WITH HER SOMETHING BORROWED

-THAT’S RIGHT, I BORROWED A BRICK FROM THE WALL

-Man, it’s so hard to concentrate with this absolute carnage outside and this guy’s sexy moves in front of me.

HMM I wonder, say you get on academic probation and then kicked out of college, would this be enough time for Cyneswith to get over you??

Maybe we should stop studying >:)

-Lol nice try, but there’s no stopping the Don Oatesmeal train! 

I hate you so much </3

Since it’s the day before finals, aka the one day each semester where we’re studying, it’s time to focus on the only two people this generation who should actually be in college:

Suffice it to say they have led different lives since coming here.

Angel gets an A and everyone else gets cucky Bs once again, except for Sophie ‘Brainchad’ Miguel, who gets Dean’s List this semester too despite not studying more than the rest of these losers. Sophie you are an ICON

-Not even these 3.5k aspiration points can fill the Veilface-Corpse-shaped hole in my heart >:(

-Look at her, dancing like an idiot, not aware that my fists of fury are silently waiting to sneak up on her and KICK HER ASS 

-I CAN HEAR YOU, BABYHANDS

-😞😞😞

Walk it off, Babyhands!

One last aesthetically pleasing game of catch, and we’re off. 

-CATCH IT OATESCUCK, CATCH IT

-I AM!!

-NOW THROW IT AT THE CHEERDLEADER AND AIM FOR THE NOSE

See you at the UUU house!

#gen 2 #ts2

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

New Hope - Eliot x Reader drabble/one-shot

A/N: Okay, so I’m re-watching Leverage and I just wrapped season 2 where Nate is arrested and the angsty idea of his daughter being part of the team and losing him came to me so I started writing that and then the rest just sorta happened. Basically a drabble that turned into an unplanned one-shot I’m not entirely sure I like. I feel like I should give it additional parts but y’all can decide that. I also have another Eliot angst/fluff I’m almost done with and about 2-3 one-shots/multi fic ideas for Eliot I’m trying to organize.

Details: You are Nate’s daughter (either by Maggie or maybe gf/hs sweetheart before Maggie) that’s part of the team and already established gf/love of Eliot. Nate is arrested and it spirals you down, until you find something out and your life changes. Kinda sucks, please be kinda, haha. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the span of maybe two minutes, everything came to a screeching halt. Well, not quite a halt. More like trying to watching a video that was trying to load and play at the same time. Every part of your body felt heavy, heavier than you ever remember feeling. You try to focus on the situation at hand but things register too late.

Sterling, standing with cops, surrounding you and the team. Guns pointed at you. Trapped. Your dad speaking, walking to the rail. He cuffs himself to the rail. Why? What’s happening? Him and Sterling talking. What’s happening? 

“Dad? What are you doing?” You take a half step towards him, when Eliot grabs your hand to hold you back. The guns shift in your direction. 

Your dad tells the team how you’re his family and he will never forget that. None of this is computing. He’s yelling for you all to get on the helicopter. You feel Eliot tug at your arm to get you to move. It snaps you out of your haze and everything is in crystal clear focus. You pull away from Eliot and rush to your father. 

“No. No! You aren’t doing this. There’s another way.” You frantically start tugging at the handcuffs, believing if you pull it hard enough it’ll break apart and free him. You hear your teammates call your name, but ignore them still rambling. “This isn’t happening. We lost Sam. I lost Sam. I can’t lose you too. You can’t leave me. Dad, no!” 

He shifts his cuffed hand to gently and firmly grab yours, saying your name. You freeze and look up into his eyes. “Do you remember what I use to tell you when you were little?” 

“That I was your first true love, and true love is about protecting each other.” You whisper, your voice shaking. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes softening. 

“That’s right. I couldn’t save Sam, and I’ll live with that guilt forever. But if I don’t do this to protect you, and them, I couldn’t live with myself. I love you, so much.” He leaned forward and gave your forehead a kiss. As he pulls back, he nods to Eliot to grab you. 

“Daddy.” You try to keep hold of his hand, but Eliot pries you apart and keeps a firm hold on your arms, following the rest of the team to the helicopter. Your eyes lock with Sterling as you move past him. The look you give him makes him take a side step back. You hear Eliot telling him to watch his back; Eliot will be the least of his problems. 

Then, it was like the video fully loaded and everything sped up at once. You barely remembered the flight, or the following weeks after your fathers arrest. It was a blur spent in bed, crying off and on with random bouts of anger. Sophie and Eliot spent the most time with you, trying to make you eat and stay somewhat in a routine of at least wondering around Eliot’s apartment. About a month after his arrest you tried to ease back into being with the team and wanted to help in planning his escape. Then you got sick. 

You were sitting in the bathroom in your dad’s flat, loving the cool side of the tub against your neck as you focused on breathing. A soft knock made you open your eyes a crack, seeing Eliot quietly step inside and close the door again. He grabbed a washcloth, got it damp, and sat down in front of you while holding it to your forehead. 

“How you feeling?” Every part of him showed concern. 

“Like death.” You gave a dry chuckle. “Why aren’t you sick? We’ve been eating  the same things for months.”

“Minus your comfort food,” Eliot joked. 

You rolled your eyes, “I haven’t had that in...” You trailed off trying to remember the last time you had any comfort food aka period cravings. When you realized you couldn’t give a confident answer on the last time that happened, you said the only thought you had. “Uh, oh.”

Eliot tensed, “Uh, oh? What ‘uh, oh’?” His eyes follow your hands as they settle on your stomach, his own arm dropping from your forehead. “Uh, oh.” 

One not-so-secret trip to the corner drug store (courtesy of Parker eves dropping and blabbing to everyone else in the apartment) and twenty minutes of drinking water and waiting to pee later had everyone sitting in the living room looking at the timer on your phone. Well, Eliot was pacing but everyone else was sitting. 

“Man, if this is positive Nate is gonna break out just to kill you. We might not have to do anything.” Hardison tried to joke, looking at Eliot who was far from amused. 

“Hardison I’m gonna jump over this couch and -” Eliot started before Sophie jumped in. 

“Can everyone just stop for a minute? We need to be supportive right now.” She gave them a pointed look and went back to rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

The timer went off and you couldn’t shut it off fast enough. Beyond that quick movement, you found yourself stuck to your seat. You turned and looked at Eliot, standing at your side, neither of you seemed able to move. Then you hear a huff and a flash of blonde as Parker sprints to the bathroom and comes back just as fast holding the stick. Her face is unreadable. 

“Well?” Sophie asks. 

“Negative.” Parker looks between you and Eliot. 

“Oh.” You feel your shoulders drop, processing the news. 

“That’s good, though, right? That’s what you wanted?” Hardison asked. 

“I mean, yeah. That’s the smart outcome. It’s just...” You felt tears prick at your eyes and turn towards Eliot. He sits on the arm rest and hugs you to his side. “I guess I had just assumed it was gonna be yes so I started thinking of all the memories we’d make and our life...” 

“Me too.” Eliot confessed, kissing the top of your head. 

“Well, good news then. It’s positive.” Parker’s face broke into a smile. You and Eliot’s heads snapped over to her. “I lied before. Just wanted to be sure you knew your real emotions on it.” 

You jump up and rush to grab the test from her hands. She’s still smiling like she somehow won the jackpot. “You are the craziest person I’ve ever met.” You mumble to her, but she didn’t seem remotely fazed. There it was, big and pink and plus. You look back up at Eliot and nod in confirmation. “It’s positive.”

He walked over and took the test from your hand, staring at the symbol as you had done. Then his arms wrap around you and hold you close, being as gentle as possible so you don’t get sick again. Your arms wrap around him and you start to cry and laugh at the same time. Eliot pulls back enough to see your face. 

“Those happy tears?” He looked slightly worried. When all you could do was nod and smile at him, he smiled back. Eliot put one hand on your check and moved the other to rest on your stomach, leaning down he gave you a passionate and loved filled kiss. The euphoric moment ended once you heard Parker speak yet again. 

“So what’s Nate gonna be more pissed about: Eliot getting his daughter pregnant or not knowing Sophie’s real name?” 

“Those are problems for another day. Right now, we are going to celebrate the newest member of our family!” Sophie came forward and gave you both hugs, followed by Hardison and a typical semi awkward Parker hug. 

You looked at your team, laughing and smiling. They would be there for you and Eliot and your growing baby, and that made you feel a happiness you’d been missing for the past month. Your dad was right - they are family. And you saw hope and a future for your family. You’d get your dad out and once everyone was together again, no one would be able to break them apart again. 

#leverage #one shot #eliot spencer #nate ford #parker #alec hardison #leverage fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #eliot x reader #eliot spencer x reader #nate ford daughter #sophie devereaux #christian kane

[everyepisodeofcommunity]

79.

Herstory of Dance.

You're probably wondering how I got here. Well, I put the total number of Community episodes into a random number generator and hit go.

So we begin - in the midst of Season 4, with Herstory of Dance, the all time least watched episode of the show when it was on TV, which does feel fitting in a way. In the midst of the notorious gas leak year, Abed finds an opportunity to do the most classic of classic sitcom plots - agreeing to two dates on one night and trying to keep them both going. Right after in the opening scene he declares that he’s trying to move away from Filtering Life through TV, he finds himself in a wacky situation so goes with it. I don’t know, feels like circular plotting, but the end result is easily the best part of the episode. Abed runs that caper straight into more classic tropes (the girl he really liked was under his nose the whole time - the big rom com gesture) and it would all feel very Season 1 Abed were it not for his very real chemistry with Brie Larson's Rachel. Brie is so charming and fun here, I think an alternate universe where she recurred way more frequently would be a great one, with a better Season 5 ... but then I've always been more into the soapy relationship stuff than some people who love and/or made the show. Also, proof that Brie Larson should be in more comedies, imho. Kat presents a good example of a Season 4 problem though - the level of cartoonishness the show operates on suddenly fluctuates hard enough for her, a grown adult, even a very quirky one, to be so distracted by Some Bubbles that she runs around in a circle while Abed slips away. 

Our A plot (citation needed) on the other hand feels very Season 4. Our now thoroughly dumbed down Britta (it's possible this blog will end up primarily being about how the entire show lets down Britta over and over and over, maybe) backs into a mistake and runs a Sophie B Hawkins dance on the night of a Sadie Hawkins dance and Sophie B Herself shows up just in time through the magic of rich people knowing each other. A character pointing out that Jeff is too mean to Britta is good if a little weird when the show itself is mean to Britta. That character being Pierce makes close to zero sense - it would honestly hold together better if he did it more just to fuck with Jeff. Either way, it's all basically fine - the Abed stuff is a lot more compelling to me. An episode that truly reckoned with how the group bullies the dumbed-down cartoon Britta that we're stuck with from S2-ish onwards would be interesting and worthwhile but this doesn't feel like that. This doesn't feel like much of anything except one of the many many examples of Gillian Jacbos applying her substantial comic acting chops to really bad material. All those people who didn't watch it weren't missing much. 

Notes:

- Jeff saying “Britta for the whoops!” feels out of character, but seconds later his line read on “Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover” is oddly satisfying 

- Oh right, we’re also in the midst of The Kevin/Changnesia Nightmare. Awful! 

- I think I followed Kat on here in 2009. Call me, although not if you’re still rhyming and launching into a cockney accent in normal conversations 

- Danny Pudi is a good looking man but that hat and shirt are a fucking nightmare

- I am an absolute sucker for a Job joke. Everything in the cloakroom scenes with Rachel is great! “Well I think the dog is trained”.

- Fair play to Chevy Chase, his line read on “Has this been confirmed?” is wonderful 

- Troy’s role in this episode seems to be “Troy isn’t really in this episode, haha!”, maybe Donald had to shoot a music video that week, but he does put in some solid physical comedy work when he stumbles across the background of a shot carrying a tower of cups

- “What is the nature of hope?” + Britta’s face when Sophie turns up <3 

- Big fan of a text from across the room, on TV and in real life.

- Here’s a weird thing - it feels like SBH permeated pop culture in the US much more than in the UK (I think I encountered one of her songs on a covermount CD my mom got from a women’s magazine in the mid 90s and then I didn’t think about or hear of Sophie B again until Black Kids covered DIWIWYL as a b-side and sure, the second part of that sentence tells you more about me in the 00s than anything else, but still) and when this episode was first out nobody else I watched it with knew who she was - but weirdly, she has 4 Billboard Top 100 hits (2 in the top 10) to her 6 UK Top 100 hits (none in the top 10, but 4 in the top 40). In conclusion, the 90s were a weird time for pop culture and the music industry. 

- And we’re off.

#Community #Herstory of Dance #Britta Perry #Gillian Jacobs #Danny Pudi #Abed Nadir