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samkerrworshipper · 7 months

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After seeing the pics of alexia at the Barça basketball game could you do one where she is finally playing the wag role for reader? Just overall enjoying being readers number one fan

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alexia putellas x reader

just a lil fluffy blurb that i wrote in half an hour… defo no proof read or spell checked so sorry in advance xo

desperately working on getting some more reqs out for y’all but i’m so overhauled with coursework that it’s taking me way longer so sorry if your request gets ignored as of rn mid terms are killing me ☠️

“A triple double, Y/n, one incredible feat, how do you feel knowing that your team is through to the play offs?”

You were buzzing, still coming down from the endorphin high as you tried to focus on the reporter who had been the first to attack you as soon as you’d finished shaking hands with your opponents, not even giving you the opportunity to leave the court.

“Every game is a team game, I’m obviously wrapped, but half of that wouldn’t have happened without my teammates. I’m obviously elated that we’re through to finals, the job starts now for us, everything we’ve worked for this season falls down to the next few weeks so we work hard, it’s not over until the final siren.”

The reporter smiled at you and you gave your signature smile back to the camera, trying to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

“The modesty is appreciated, but how did you feel about coming second in the league MVP poll earlier in the week?”

You bit down on your lap, it was a rude question, but you had been prepared for it.

“Obviously I would have loved to come home with the trophy, but it wasn’t meant to be. I have so much respect for Stewie and she deserved the award just as much as anybody else who we were contending against. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits about individual awards, what matters to me is this playoffs series and maybe I can bring that trophy home instead.”

You smiled once again at the reporter and camera, slowly becoming more uncomfortable with the conversation the longer it went on.

“Now, we all have some questions about the trip down under you took a few weeks ago, any particular reason you decided to go home?”

You began to haphazardly fiddle with the microphone in your hands, willing for this interview to conclude so you could just enjoy your win.

“I missed home, the few days that I spent their were really nice and the team can tell you that since then I have been in much better spirits, sometimes you just need a reset and it was just really good timing that we had the two week break.”

The reporter smirked at you and you could feel the underlying question under her smirk.

“So nothing to do with your visit aligning with the World Cup final and one particular Spanish player who’s here tonight, sporting your number?”

You felt your face flush a little bit at the unforgiving blatancy of the reporter, very quickly trying to remember everything they’d taught you about avoiding questions in media training.

“A good friend of mine, Sam, extended the invitation and gave me some tickets to the finals games so how could I refuse? I mean the sheer pride for the Tillies that I held watching them progress was insane, nothing better than seeing women's sport be elevated at home.”

You could tell the reporter was nagging for you to answer the part of her question that you were ignoring.

“So just a coincidence then that you happened to spend a few days in Barcelona on a layover before returning back to New York?”

You bit the inside of the cheek, this wasn’t what you’d been expecting after winning one of the biggest games in your career.

“Are you implying something, Jackie?”

Your eyebrows rose in mock sarcasm, trying to laugh off the situation and make the reporter understand the message that this wasn’t something you wanted to talk about.

“Simply wondering whether you had anything to do with the presence of Alexia Putellas, or as we all know her, La Reina at tonight's game, and if she happened to be the person you were looking up at tonight everytime you scored?”

You shivered at the mention of her name.

“Alexia and I are good friends, and I will leave it at that.”

You smiled at the camera, enough of a smile that it was genuine but not enough to lead anybody on, because that wasn’t what you wanted to do, you wanted to leave them hanging.

“Good friends that wear each other's jerseys to each other's matches?”

You smirked at the camera, the annoyance of this situation slowly getting to you more and more.

“Good friends that just don’t pack enough of their own clothes when they visit.”

Your voice was dismissive, enough to tell the reporter that you weren’t interested in broaching the topic any further if she wanted to continue to have a conversation with you.

“So, quite the comeback you’ve made in the past 48 months, double back surgery is certainly an impressive feat, how has it felt returning to the court this season and competing at the same level that you were before your injury, especially after how the injury resulted in you sitting out the bronze medal olympic match?”

You could feel the sweat across your body starting to go cold, a true sign that you’d been talking for far to long.

“I’m obviously feeling great, better than ever really. Sitting out at the Olympics was devastating, obviously but I promised that I’d be back and here I am, I’m still working on my recovery, but hopefully by the time the olympics roll around next year I’ll be back fully and bringing home some hardware.”

The reporter laughed heartily at your weak joke, an action that made you a little woozy.

“I’m sorry but that’s all the questions I’ll be answering, my coach is getting rather antsy on the sidelines and it would do me some good not to annoy her right now, so I’ll have to wish you all a goodbye, and see you later for the playoffs.”

You sent a kiss towards the camera before handing the microphone and headset back to the filming crew before following your coach over to the sideline and then into the tunnel towards your change rooms. Sandy patted you on the back as you made your way back to the rooms, just consciously quickening your steps a little bit so you could make the distance as quickly as possible.

You’d never liked limelight, or any of the media attention. You’d started out playing country basketball with your siblings, out on the court all throughout the middle of summer. Eventually, after joining a club and playing some juniors you got picked up by the Perth team and then had worked your way upwards, but never had you played for the attention or glory, growing up, womens basketball in Australia was severely underappreciated, so you’d never had to really face any media attention. But the WNBA was a whole different ballpark and you were still adjusting after 6 seasons to the amount of ways you were now exposed to the general public.

Your whole body relaxed when you spotted Alexia standing beside the locker room door, hand in her phone, flicking furiously through it. You ran directly towards her, almost bowling her over with your strong strides.

She wrapped her arms around you almost immediately, allowing your to bury your head in her neck as you breathed in the scent of her, and the scent of one of your spare jerseys sitting comfortable across her muscley arms and chest. It was a sight for sore eyes, one that you’d been waiting far to long to see.

“I fucking hate reporters.”

Alexia snorted at you, it wasn’t often that she got to see you after games, both of you having extremely busy schedules that hardly allowed for time to go and watch each other mess around with a ball on a pitch or court for an hour.

“I know bebita, but you did so well.”

She concluded her statement in the very best way possible, plastering a series of kisses all over your face that made you giddy on the inside and had you pushing her off of you. The tunnel was a fairly safe place from reporters, but you could never be too sure who was creeping around and a part of you didn’t need your relationship being revealed right at this moment.

Something about having your number across Alexia’s chest set a fire in your soul and you stepped back from her embrace to take it in, to take in the sight of her standing in front fo you, her perfect shoulders on show, sitting comfortable beside the jersey. A few of her back tattoos peaking out from her shoulders giving you a indescribable view of the ink. Her collection was constantly growing and you swore every time she returned to you there was a new one for her to show you and tell you the story of.

She had paired the jersey with a plain pair of white jeans and her washed out pink hair was sitting comfortably on her shoulders, the strands being pushed out of her face by the Prada sunglasses sitting comfortably on her head, sunglasses you were certain had absolutely zero purpose besides being an accessory. You did have to admit that the pink had been your favourite hair in a long while, in fact you’d been the one who Alexia had convinced to help with the dye when she had one of her midnight crisis’ that had you marching down to the chemist to buy neon pink hair dye to make your girlfriend happy.

“I like it when you’re the wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, spinning around to give you a look at your brandished last name, sitting perfectly between the valley of skin that travelled between her shoulder blades, everything about it was so perfect to you, warming your soul from the inside.

“I do have to admit, it was quite fun sitting in the crowd for once and pretending I knew what was happening.”

You chuckled, you’d been trying your very hardest to teach Alexia the rules of your sport from the start of your relationship, and to her credit she had a grasp on the more basic rules, but she was absolutely shocking at much more than that. She watched every single one of your games, and yet she had absolutely zero grasp on how the sport of basketball actually worked.

“Look at that, La Reina admitting that she enjoyed being a wag.”

Alexia rolled her eyes at you, her hand coming to rest on your sweaty arm, providing some pressure to your forearm.

“Don’t you even think about telling any of the Barca girls, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You smiled down at Alexia’s hand, loving the way that her body slotted in so perfectly with you, she knew your body like the back of her own hand and knew exactly what parts of you she should touch in different situations.

“Don’t you worry your little head, this will be our little secret, at least until the girls find my post game interview.”

Alexia nodded concedingly, it was inevitable that your relationship was eventually going to come out to the public, neither of you were particularly stressed about it, it would happen when it happened. You’d gone three years without anybody catching on, only now heading into the fourth year were people really starting to recognise the relationship.

“Go shower, you stink.”

You let Alexia push you towards the locker room door, her face nose scrunching up in faux disgust at you.

“Yes ma’am, La Reina, ma’am.”

The older woman once again rolled her eyes at you, but couldn’t avoid your own hand reached out to hers, silently tugging her into the locker rooms with you. It wasn’t irregular for teammates partners to end up in the rooms after games, and you knew that Alexia would just end up waiting alone in the hallway for you whilst you went about your post game routine.

You lead her towards your cubby, seating her down on the bench before reaching down behind her and pulling out the few items of clothing and toiletries you needed for the shower. One quick look down at Ale revealed to you just how in awe she was of what was occurring around her. There was nothing special happening, most teammates doing similar things to you and beginning their post game rituals.

“Mi amor, I’m going to the shower now, just stay here, bien, and don’t hesitate to ask anybody for something if you need it, si?”

Alexia nodded at you aimlessly, her eyes darting around the room as she took in her surroundings, You took the opportunity to dip out of the room and into the showers, hastening your normal routine so you could return to her as quickly as possible.

You showered in record time, washing your hair and body so quickly you were certain you almost got whiplash from the jolting of your arms and muscles in every direction and you frantically moved around in the shower.

When you returned to Alexia she was in the same spot as you’d left her, her eyes still searching the room and taking in everything happened around her. It was cute to see her so out of place, it was something you’d never seen on her before and something about seeing her like a deer in the headlights made you fall so much further in love with her.

“Cãrino? Let’s go, yeah?”

Alexia’s eyes flashed up to meet your own, her lips falling to a genuine smile as she stood up from your cubby, and before you could pick up your bag she took the honours, collecting the things that you knew you’d need back at the apartment and piling them into your bag before sliding it over her shoulder and starting to walk out, her arm falling comfortably over you shoulder as the two of you met each others pace, walking out towards your car that Alexia had driven you to the game in.

She took care in placing your bag in the boot before sliding into the driver's seat, your keys clanking in the ignition as she started the car.

Almost as soon as she was pulling out of the stadium Alexia’s hand fell to your thigh, a comfortable reminder of the footballers presence.

“You played so well today bebita, I was so proud of you.”

You smiled waterily at Alexia, it was one thing for a reporter to tell you, but for the woman you loved most in the world to tell you that meant something else.

“Thank you, but don’t act like you knew what was going on.”

Alexia cocked her head to the side, frowning at you a little bit.

“Si, maybe, but you got the, what did they call it again? El triple doble, no? Marta said it’s kind of like a hat trick but in basketball lingo, you sunk muchos tres.”

You smiled at Alexia, nodding your head at the Spaniards lack of knowledge over the game you cared for so much, and her attempt at trying to talk basketball to you.

“Yes, I did score a few threes, all of them were for a special person who came out to watch me today.”

Alexia smiled at you, turning her head at the lights to look at you.

“Mm, who might that be?”

You bit your lip, breaking out in a big smile.

“She’s Spanish, and not very good at understanding basketball but she tries and that’s all that matters, she also looks really cute in teal.”

Alexia’s smile only grew at your admission.

“Oh, and she’s a pretty good wag if I do say so myself.”

Alexia silenced your words with a sweet kiss, pressing her lips to yours softly, the two of you having to break apart when the light turned green.

“I’d watch you any day.”

Alexia’s words were murmured quietly, an almost silent acknowledgment of her feelings that was meant just for you.

“I’d watch you any day as well mi amor.”

#woso #woso community #alexia putellas is mom #daddy alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas

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stewyhosseini-bf · 1 year

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once again and always thinking about Kendall and how he's just ... a ghost. he doesn't really exist. 'I tried to do something but it's like it didn't even matter'. he's a nobody, plastic, fake ... he has no real ideological standpoint, he has no real opinions to fall back on, no actual fixed goals, no sense of identity. him saying 'you're not a real person' in 3x7 obviously is projection, and it's maybe true for roman as well but either way, it's true for himself. whatever he does, it never really matters. like one of the most underrated lines in 4x4 to me is at the end, when they're talking about who should take over and Karl says something like 'everything you said amounted to nothing' cause that's truly the crux of who he is as a character. like, I think a lot of that, like the failed vote of no confidence, the bear hug, the press conference, obviously showcases how untouchable Logan is but it's also like. he truly cannot make an impact on anything. even when his actions literally kill someone, Logan makes it disappear, and by the end, it's like the waiter didn't even exist. even when he tries to kill himself, he gets dragged out of the pool by one of his PR managers of all people, and that's the end of that. he just well and truly floats through the story like a ghost, unable to actually impact it in any meaningful way. and i think the deep tragedy of it is that it's the only thing he actually seems to want. like, he has so many chances to get out, and so many people who try to get him to do that, be it Rava or Naomi or Stewy. and it never works because he can't let go of the idea of being or doing something he deems worthwhile and he completely loses every shred of who he is in the process.

#when tom said to shiv 'you are incapable of thinking about anybody other than yourself cause your sense of who you are is that thin'#i was like. kendall #ken and shiv once again mirrors moment #kendall roy #succession

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fanfictionlord · 2 months

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I don't remember exacly who said it but someone pointed out that one of the bigest apeals of succsesion is that based on who you relate to the most its basicly giving your mental illness / personality disorder a couple bilion dolars and see / try to guess what you'd turn out like and I wish I could confidently say I would be like stewy (he is my favorite character and probably one of the smartest people in the show and is also a poc) just like when I watched hamilton and belived and wished and wanted to be Aaron Burr (personality wise I don't actually want to be a founding father) I am kendall (I am austistic I played mermaids as a kid -this is a joke- and have a complicated relationship with my father as well as water) as much as I am alexander hamilton (I run my mouth am horny and eventually might get myself killed)

#succession meme #succession #kendall roy #stewy hosseini #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #kin list

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friendly-stardust · 1 year

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These incompetent showrunners really went in for the kill with Aegon II's character assassination

I know this has been said over and over again already but I am actually truly amazed at how far the showrunners/writers went to completely assassinate Aegon's character to make sure that he is portrayed in the worst possible way. As this has already been highlighted numerous times, he is characterised even worse than Mushroom's degenerate description of him in Fire and Blood. They really went as far as presenting us with a caricature, a monstrosity that cannot be believable to be human.

This claim of wanting to make a grey character out of this mustache-twirling villain stereotype they have created to put up against a heroic Disney princess, is just an insult to audiences who came in to watch an actual intelligent and well-written show.

I have never seen such blatant character assassination disguised as some profound creation of a grey character.

In this inconsistent fanfiction seemingly made for the glorification of Saint Perfect Girlboss Rhaenyra, her direct foil and opponent Aegon II is made to be:

A sexual deviant, masturbating out of a widow in his teenage years, and maybe a pedophile (with that ridiculous sentence from the Brothel Madam in the horrendous episode 9).

A bully, mercilessly bullying his younger brother Aemond.

A rapist, of course! How best to destroy a male character in this day and age if not by making him an obvious rapist! And then they want to talk about complex characterisation? LOL! Sara Hess knew what she was doing here.

Of course, a sadist who enjoys watching brutal children's fights (also including his own bastards) in a pit - the epitome of a laughingly cringe tentative to paint a character as the ultimate villain.

An abusive husband to his sister-wife, obviously! let's just pile on, shall we, even when nothing in the text in F&B suggests or supports any such claim.

A coward, willing to abandon his family and his dragon (his pride) to sail away and hide, leaving them at the mercy of Daemon and Rhaenyra's whims and wishes - the complete opposite of his character in F&B!

A great work of destruction indeed! All of these are just blatant and obvious willingness from these showrunners/writers to obliterate his characterisation in order to prop up Saint Girlboss Rhaenyra, but nothing makes my blood boil more than the multiple sexual deviances (the abject rapist characterisation being the worst offender), and the implied abusive relationship with Haleana they completely created in order to drive home how awful Aegon is supposed to be seen as opposed to the complete whitewashed version of their favorite girlboss. Maybe next season, Aegon will be shown to be someone who loves torturing puppies, who knows?

And even when the actor TGC made his concern well known, those amateurish writers just brushed it aside, while someone who is on record for saying that she has not even bothered to watch Game of Thrones (the incompetent Sara Hess) decided to tarnish and destroy his character even more by claiming to want to make it more like GoT. Absolute joke this one!

I just recently read something about how Jesse Amstrong (Succession) listened to Arian Moayed (playing Stewy Hosseini) and respected his decision to not be depicted as a typical bad representation of Iranians in Western media and this just made me realise even more how inept HotD showrunners/writers are at taking into consideration valid concerns from one of their own actors.

Overall, HotD has just been a massive disappointment on the writing side. The writing is cringe and horrendous, making it just an expensive CW-level show with a bigger budget. A huge letdown and an absolute travesty of the book characters.

#hotd critical #hotd #bad writing #aegon ii targaryen

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neonponders · 1 year

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Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket.

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

#let's get these boys dressed!#harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #smol squad #pocket!au #pocketverse #ficlet

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musicalcastingideas · 15 days

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Succession The Musical Hypothetical Casting

I’m doing this in one shot and off the top of my head, so I will be missing characters, I do also welcome suggestions.

Logan Roy: Patrick Page

Is this the obvious first choice? Yes. Is it the correct one? Also yes.

Kendall Roy: Lucas Steele

Kendall is just Anatole if he didn’t have a close relationship with his sister.

Roman Roy: Brandon Uranowitz

He played a nice neurotic freak in Falsettos, let's see him play an evil neurotic freak.

Shiv Roy: Eden Espinoza

I'll be honest, if I was genuinely casting a Succession musical as a real casting director, I would look for a more unknown performer to play Shiv, because I firmly believe that Shiv Roy should be an alto part, heavy in the lower range (like basically a tenor). Shiv's plot revolves around trying to push past her gender to be taken seriously, and I think having her being an alto who stays in her lower register would really highlight how hard she's trying to be taken seriously. That said, I would not at all be disappointed to have Eden Espinoza in the part. She's insanely talented, and I would love to see her interpretation of Shiv.

Connor Roy: Josh Groban

So there's a clip of The Opera from "Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812" where the ensemble sings "Pierre, the cuckold, sits at home", and then Pierre pops up saying "No, I am enjoying myself at home this evening" while giving a sad little thumbs up, while his wife is off banging another man? That's the energy I want for my Connor Roy.

Tom Wambsgans: Brian D'Arcy James

Is he maybe a little old for the part? Sure. But age onstage is fucky, and Brian D’Arcy James would absolutely kill it as the combination ass-kisser and ruthless bastard that is Tom Wambsgans. Also he gives Minnesota.

Greg Hirsch: George Salazar

I kinda don’t feel like I have to explain this one.

Gerri: Bernadette Peters

Icons playing icons.

Frank: Mandy Patinkin

Sunday In The Park With George reunion!

Willa Ferreyra: Samantha Pauly

I rewatched her All You Wanna Do again last night (and cried again) and when I thought about Willa, that popped into my head. (Not in the sense that I think Willa is a victim like Katherine Howard, she’s a consenting sex worker, more the fact that in the succession world, women, like Willa, are only valued for their sexuality.) Anyway, Sam Pauly also just kills every part she’s in so…

Stewy Hosseini: Tony Yazbek

He’s played Billy Flynn on Broadway, so he’s good at being a smarmy yet charming asshole (I say this with love, I love both Stewy and Billy Flynn)

Lukas Matsson: Aaron Tiveit

He’s hot but can also be scary.

Hard Cuts/ Impossible:

Edward Herrman as Karl

Would he be fun in the role? Yes. Is he dead, and therefore incapable of doing it? Also yes.

Daniel Radcliffe as Roman

Barrett Wilbert Weed as Shiv

Mandy Patinkin as Logan

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cerealmonster15 · 1 year

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No but for real I’m listening to dndads latest episode [s2ep33] a second time and

Stewie does say “my dad goes there” when he’s talking about the bar to the group. And Peter is in that bar when they get there. And when they find scam he’s shifted into lois. So like. I think scam just like. Birthed Actual Stewie Griffin From Family Guy and Stewie wants to kill him. Bc he’s Lois.

I know very little about family guy but I feel like that’s a thing in the show too……..

……..

It is, I checked the wiki

we’re all guessing who Stewie secretly is and why he’d wanna kill scam but it’s just bc none of us have actually seen family guy so we didn’t know that’s just a plot from the show 😭😭😭

Hermie your real actual brother is real actual stewie griffin from family guy……

#dndads #dndads spoilers #god I’m having a crisis right now LOL #i know bird and pieces of family guy from like #some YouTube videos I’ve watched that talk about it LOL #and as I was listening to the ep again #I. remembered.#I’m going to lose my MIND #sorry for taking about family guy I promise it’s just because it’s painfully happening to me in a dndads episode #a dndads episode engineered specifically to do psychic damage to the listeners #goofs realm is hell but it’s so funny #I’m sure plenty of people caught this actually #but I am not a FG watcher so I had Forgotten #and I think a Lot Of Us probably Didn’t Know or Realize #pain. but also so so funny

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doodoocumfart · 1 year

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Stewy’s “kindness as a moral failing” thing is so interesting because like 1. It’s clear it’s not a universal bad for him like it is for Roman. It’s not like for him he’s weak because he loves openly. He is aware that can be used for his advantage. It’s the distinct lack of control he has over it which he dislikes which means unlike Roman where there’s this sense of doom abt “oh this is just my nature I can’t change” it’s a failing for stewy on a lack of restraint. Which is interesting when tied to his hedonism.

2. The name change. There is some thing deeply profound about the fact that his birth name means sincere and is clearly tied to a vulnerability that expresses both in terms of meaning and his kindness but also the fact that it puts him in positions where he is sharing more about himself where he’s from then he wants to add the name stewy is a controlled name that doesn’t give out personal information the way that Sadegh does. It’s a way to have control over himself over his kindness and over his identity it is a level of control Logan intentionally violates him by calling him Stewart a bastardized version of everything he cannot be. It’s also interesting because Stewie is a name that exists in limbo because it’s not short for Stewart and it’s nothing like Sadegh it is simply stuck in this awkward space end it feels weird unlike the Roy’s his nickname is his name because he had to try and kill “sadegh” and whatever that version of him represented extensively in order to become a better version of who he is. He can’t even go back to being Sadegh anymore really. He lost that part of him and I think that elevates the loneliness of him that no one understands him and maybe even he doesn’t understand himself in a way that is far more self-aware and intentional than ppl like Kendall’s

#word vomit

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eastgaysian · 2 months

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STEWY: ken! i'm glad you're alive, but i'm sure you'll understand if i don't shake your hand.

KENDALL: oh—the anchor. it's, uh, not contagious, don't worry.

STEWY: 'the anchor.' ooh, scary. to me it looks a lot like you've got a smaller version of the breach tearing apart your hand, but the maker works in mysterious ways. is that how you talk to andraste? can you stick your ear through into the fade?

KENDALL: look, stewy. i need you. i've sent word to my family, but you know my dad. he's not going to throw me a bone until i've, you know, killed the hart myself. i'm going to close the breach, but the inquisition needs friends, supplies, an army. you can help me get all three.

STEWY: right. and why should i do that?

KENDALL: uh, to help save the world?

STEWY: of course. it's just when you're talking to an orlesian marquis who had all his cousins assassinated to get the title, they do love the idea of the world getting saved. everybody does. they just want someone else to do it in a way that doesn't endanger any of their precious gold.

KENDALL: right. but you can convince them to pitch in a little. i don't need a lot from any one person. i need a little from everybody. we're all fucked if the breach doesn't get closed.

STEWY: and you can close the breach?

KENDALL: if you help me, yes.

STEWY: if i'm going to start calling in favors to get you an army, ken, i need to know there's a plan.

KENDALL: it's—i have—i'm working on it. i have what i need to make a plan. my advisors are the best in the fucking business, the templars—

STEWY: the drugged-up choir boys? what are they going to do, wave their swords and chant at the hole in the sky?

#if i keep making posts ill have to come up w a tag but i got nothing #again any dai plot inconsistencies are because i dont care.#i dont think dorian and stewy would get along but this is very dependent on my au lore #where stewy's family are tevinter non-mage merchants whose relative status and security atm are hinged upon being based in ferelden #dragon age: kenquisition

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and yet another thing I'm still not over is kendall's "maybe the poison drips through" bit in the election episode. so.

I know it was meant as kendall's admission that he's not a good father, but I like to think of it as a general showing of how like a lot of things our parents do are going to inevitably become things we ourselves do, whether we're really aware of that or not. logan's uncle beat him, so he beats his kids, etc. etc. but in terms of romantic relationships, the poison absolutely drips through, and it's a terribly addictive one.

I don't know if any of the women who loved logan genuinely loved him. he was a brute, as kendall said. and as I would say, he was a monster. and I'm not sure if any of those women saw any good part of him, or maybe they just wanted to believe they saw something good in him. and of course, I believe the same of stewy. that there's too much affection involved for him to not think it's love, to not think kendall is good in some way. and I think that's why both marcia and caroline seem to like stewy, they can spot it a mile away. he's the child weaned on poison. he's the one that picks kendall over and over again. he's the kicked dog. he's the one in love with someone who will break their heart and replace them the next day.

and kendall kicks him! he breaks his heart! he says he'd kill stewy if he fucked him over, and stewy said he'd do the same! they kick each other! because that's how kendall shows love. that's how he saw love between his parents. and it's what he does to stewy, but stewy comes back. rava doesn't come back, naomi doesn't come back. and I don't know if stewy recognized that it was just some stupid test or not, but he passed it!

#to be honest... i want to know what connor's mom was like. because i'd be willing to bet she'd be a lot like stewy.#if rava is like caroline. and naomi is like marcia. i dunno.. nate can be kerry. throw in jennifer as sally anne too #or maybe kendall is the lovers and everyone else is logan. to him #he wants someone who will kick him and someone he can kick.#succession #kendall roy #kenstewy #anyway.

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the car scene with stewy from 3.02 is on some level even more heartbreaking to me than the confrontation with kendall from 2.01 bc this is the second "betrayal" and stewy is trying so hard to be reserved and it's NOT WORKING he is visibly paler his voice is strained he's being sarcastic throwing insults at kendall but they're all weak and falling flat. he sent over a fucking trojan horse for god's sake he's acting out he's completely devastated but ofc mister Ego Bender is too far gone to notice

and the thing is stewy's enmeshed in a deal w sandy and sandi who (as later eps strongly imply) he doesn't always side with on a personal level. some part of him still desperately wants to believe in kendall but he can't bc kendall is full of shit and is having a manic episode before his eyes. watching his loser childhood best friend college drinking buddy who used to do coke w him in bathrooms and run his mouth abt waystar and egg him for stupid business advice inexplicably destroy everything they built tg and then just kind of kill his dad on national tv without a word of warning to him... stewy doesn't even recognize kendall anymore he really is on the outside now and he needs a line so bad. sensing a dramatic s4 kenstewy betrayal i fear

#no but i love how the show is gradually pushing him into more situations where he's completely out of his element #straight up not having a good time #driving characters to desperation so that their facade of wit and sarcasm and irony and invincibility just... crumbles #stewy hosseini #kendall roy #kenstewy #succession #succession hbo #hbo succession #jeremy strong #arian moayed

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sorry to randomly bring this up but. I think the thing that makes Kenstewy stand out to me so much is how their scenes feel so earnest ? to the point that they BOTH feel like almost different characters when they interact with each other. Like the way Kendall has a hard time looking everyone, even his own FAMILY in the eyes, but with Stewy he doesn't flinch and he holds steady eye contact almost all the time (and when he doesn't, stewy searches out his gaze but let's not get into it) .. the way Stewy never shies away from telling people what's on his mind in a totally blunt way but with Kendall he still tries to be nice about whatever he says.. like okay, Argestes:

first of all, they're like actively fighting and this is how they interact, FIRST time seeing each other since the big betrayal btw

then also the fact that Kendall genuinely wants to warn Stewy about the acquistion.. like he's NOT lying, at that point they ARE about to acquire Pierce and it WOULD kill their approach and he wants to warn him, which is fair enough considering everything that happened.

but then also:

even when Stewy's telling him he doesn't trust him he's nice about it but you can STILL tell kendall is really hurt by it.... like ... and re: Kendall being visibly hurt by Stewy saying 'I don't trust you' .. this is the same guy whose been told 'everyone here fucking hates you' 'x fucking hates you' millions of times and has essentially reacted with 'yeah okay, whatever, I can handle it' each time. but THAT'S his reaction to this ?! in a show where there is SO little space for genuine affection/consideration even between characters who are related or married .. the fact that these two seem to so genuinely care abt each other is kind of shocking.....

#why is this relevant now? it isn't but i'm making an amv and watching scenes and . it's insane #it's INSANE!#kendall literally fucked him over so hard (from stewy's POV) after 1x10 and he still said you can talk to me! there's a human thing #standing in front of you! sorry. anyway it doesn't matter etc #i'm always thinking about them though. just so you know. PLEASE S4. LET THEM BE IN A ROOM TOGETHER AGAIN #and with stewy being nice about telling ppl shit honestly. remember when he told logan 'everyone fucking hates you' and said about #roman that 'people say he's a coked up dauphin who can't tell sh it from shinola' but with kendall he's like. bro people don't love you :(#it's tough :(#in 1x3.#like it's the same message it's just said soooo much nicer. and they could be such assholes to each other but they just aren't #i guess thats what i'm saying. i love that. also it's like. why is that. well we know why but WHY #kenstewy #argestes

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[Soulmage] "And how many claws does Stewie have?" you ask your daughter as you consult the list your mother gave you. You need to figure out if your daughter's invisible friend is a monster, demon, or fairy and if you have to kill it to save her.

The vampire tilted his head when I asked the question, like a glowpuppy hearing a new note. "And why," the vampire asked, "do you want to know how to bring back the dead?"

I narrowed my eyes. I didn't have to bare my soul to the vampire—I'd chosen blackmail instead of polite conversation already, and there was no point in doubling back now.

But... some part of me wanted to say it aloud. To turn it from whispers that echoed in my head to words that, however terrible they were, would fade with time.

"My mother died forgiving me," I found myself saying, and the words tumbled out like cool, clear water from a long-clogged pipe. "The day I gained my attunement. My attunement to self-hatred." The vampire's eyes widened slightly. "I just... I have to know. If... she forgave me, what did she forgive me for? Was it... was it because I made her hate herself? Even at the—" Invisible thorns ringed my neck, and for a moment, I couldn't speak. "I just... I just have to ask."

The vampire closed his eyes, something like... remorse, flitting over his immortal expression. "You cannot resurrect a soul in its entirety," he said. "Like sand scattered in the wind, the memories that once made up your mother were dissolved into the infinity of thoughtspace."

I sagged. "I... I see."

"But," the vampire continued, "you may be able to access some of those memories."

My head snapped up.

"The memories of the dead precipitate into soulspace entities," the vampire began, and I wondered if he'd been a teacher at the Silent Academy in some era long past. "If you wish to seek the memories of your mother, seek out entities from beyond the rifts. Angels. Demons. Nameless things. The older, the better the chances are that they attracted a piece of her soul." The vampire met my gaze, something flinty in his eyes. "Is that all you ask of me, foolish child?"

I nodded, mind whirling with the implications. "Thank you."

He snorted. "Keep my secret and I will not slay you where you stand. That is the extent of thanks you will get from me."

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"I don't have any memories of anyone named Quianna," the Angel of Arrogance said.

I clenched my fists. "You're sure?"

The Angel shrugged. "Was your mother a very arrogant person?"

She had died so that I could live. "Never," I said.

"Then why would I hold domain over a fragment of her soul?" the Angel asked, as if it was the most self-evident thing in the world.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.

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"I don't know how to summon a demon," Lucet said, lying down on the snow poff next to me. Ever since my fall from the clock tower, we'd taken to hanging out in places that didn't have a higher chance of us getting ourselves killed than normal. "It's restricted knowledge."

"Does Iola count as a demon," I wondered aloud. "I mean, he's certainly enough of a dick for it."

Lucet threw her hands in the air. "Rifts, I wish Iola was one of the students Odin took with him. I told him we were done and he just—just pretended like it never happened. Stayed in my room and slept the night and wouldn't leave and I just couldn't work myself up to tell him to get out again when he'd just fucking. Ignore. Me."

She glared at the sky, her thick blue winter jacket slowly turning white as the snow began to bury her. I didn't say or do anything. I didn't have to.

I just existed next to her, and that was enough.

"They offered to kill him," she finally said. "Odin."

"Him being Iola?" I asked.

She made a frustrated scoff, as if to say, who else? "I said no. I don't want him dead. I just want him gone."

"We could leave," I found myself saying. Rationalizations sprung onto the tip of my tongue—I knew the Redlands, the Academy was too busy to hunt us down, and it wasn't safe here anyway—but Lucet was already speaking.

"We could," she said.

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When life gave you demons, you made demonade. After a Demon of Empathy had inflicted half of the students of the Silent Academy for Witches with visions of power and offers of deals, Witch Aimes took it upon herself to turn the entire experience into a teachable lesson. She was, after all, my tutor at the Silent Academy; I wouldn't be surprised if she responded to her daughter crying about a boy being mean to her with "and what did we learn from this?"

"What did 'Stewie' look like when he showed up in your dreams?" Witch Aimes asked.

Her daughter sniffled on stage, rubbing her nose. "Big. Tall. Lotsa muscles."

"Was he a human?" Witch Aimes asked. The elf in the audience cleared his throat, and Witch Aimes amended her statement. "Or, that is, was he a person?"

"He looked like a people," Tisei said, although a hint of doubt had entered her voice. "Except... except at the end."

"Go on," Witch Aimes prompted. Tisei kicked her dangling legs back and forth; the chair she was on was too tall for her to even touch the ground.

"He said I had... re-sent-ment," Tisei enunciated, not meeting her mother's eyes.

"About what?" Witch Aimes asked, raising an eyebrow. What could you possibly have cause to be resentful of, her posture seemed to say. I supply you with everything I could ever need.

Witches used emotions like fires burned fuel. I'd gotten good at reading the subtext behind my witchcraft teacher's words.

"He said my momma doesn't love me," Tisei whispered. "That she cares about being right more than being a momma. He said... he said he could fix that. If I let him in."

The auditorium fell silent.

Then Witch Aimes shattered the silence with a contemptuous snort. "See?" She asked. "This is exactly the danger these demons pose. To a strong-willed mind, their words mean nothing—but to an impressionable child, a demon can easily corrupt them with falsehoods and foolish ideas. Keep an eye on your children, and if they start spouting any such nonsense, bring them to me."

Tisei looked down, expression unreadable, and I winced. The Demon of Empathy wouldn't have whispered those insidious words if there wasn't a sickly vein of truth feeding them.

But no matter how much of an arrogant little prick she was, she was also the only witch here who'd stood up to the Demon of Empathy themself and won. So we all had to listen to her, if only a little.

"And now for a demonstration." Heh. Demon-stration. "Demons of Empathy strike by creating an emotional connection between themself and the victim." Privately, I agreed that her daughter was a victim, although of who, the jury was still out on.

"But connections go both ways," she continued, and here her gaze grew fierce. The audience leaned in, and I couldn't blame them. Because even if Witch Aimes was a self-righteous jerk, she was our self-righteous jerk. The Demon of Empathy had hurt us all, and we wanted to know how to fight back. "That connection can, with the right knowledge, be reversed. Our top witches are still working on ways to strengthen it beyond its original form, but for now, we can at least manage to speak back to the demon, in the same way it's spoken to us."

Witch Aimes lowered her voice, and for a moment, it was as if the stage didn't exist. As if it was just her and her daughter, and for all the faults in their relationship, a mother and daughter they still were.

"The one who hurt you. You can say anything you want to them, or nothing at all. I give you this power, to do with what you will."

I felt something travel from Aimes' soul to her daughter's, and Tisei pressed herself closer to her mother's form, eyes squeezed shut.

Then she whispered, "You were wrong. My momma does love me. In her own, silly way."

The words rippled out through the world, and I knew that somewhere, someone who'd just been struck the first blow of a long war was listening.

Aimes smiled, and for a heartbeat, I thought I saw something relieved in her gaze. "I love you too, poppy."

Then she leaned back. "That concludes today's lesson on demonology," Witch Aimes, said, straightening up as if nothing had happened. "I'll see you again tomorrow—and don't forget to read chapters eight through twelve of Defense against Demons."

The class filed out, sluicing around me as I sat in thought.

I'd been spoken to by the Demon of Empathy as well.

And I had a thing or two I wanted to say back.

"Witch Aimes?" I asked, raising my hand. "Could you show me how to cast that spell?"

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LOOOOOOL KRANK THAT SOULJA BOY 🔥💯 LMFAOOOO OLD MAN YAOI frank is every bit as bad as stewy is with kendall when it comes to logan. he can only see the nice parts. he knows logan isn’t a good man or even a good father but he’ll love him forever anyway. he could get fired a hundred thousand times and he wouldn’t know how to stay away. that’s how they are. he hates caroline because logan pays her so much attention. he hates marcia because logan trusts her so much. even, sometimes, he hates gerri, because logan wanted her like a lover and he’ll never, ever, want frank that way, no matter how long he waits or how much he parents logan’s children. and gerri is so ungrateful for it. she doesn’t even want his attentions, how can that be? it’s like logan doesn’t think anything of him anymore, even though when they were twenty-eight, logan would tell him everything.

he would tell him about uncle noah and keep telling him until his voice got scratchy and his chest got tight, which was something he usually only did with women he had become obsessed with. of course that made frank feel special, even though he knows it can never mean anything. he’ll never be logan’s real wife, or kendall’s real father, or ceo. logan has always known there was something strange about him, something queer, something that prevents him from being more than just loyal confidante and underling. does anyone ever tell you guys that you’re kind of obsessed with him? karl asks, new blood in the legal department, and gerri and frank glance at each other. he’ll learn soon enough.

he doesn’t, though. karl is always so placid with logan, nodding along when he’s bullied, smiling flatly, being just funny enough. he does his job and doesn’t get made into anybody’s godfather. frank waits for thirty years for something to change, but, in a way, the four of them are mountains, and thirty years is not enough. frank is sitting in the cabin of an airplane, staring at gerri, who is staring at karl, who is staring at him. for gerri, god is dead in the next cabin over. for frank, the realization that every minute he lives now will be without logan is dawning. karl is thinking absently of who might be made interim ceo. frank feels like he might have been sitting with the two of them in this airplane since he was twenty-eight.

no one spirals. it’s too obvious to do that. the kids need them. the company needs them. karolina needs them. and they’ve always had each other as a constant comfort, even if they’ve never been anything more. at matsson’s retreat, frank takes one look at the sauna and says, good luck getting me in that thing. karl says, i can’t agree more. the kill list feels far away and meaningless as they sit together, breathing in the cold air, laughing at hugo in the same way they’ve been doing together for ever and ever. the grief feels almost meaningless, too.

little shiv, who used to sit at the end of the long dining table in the hamptons doing summer school and tell frank every detail of her life because roman and kendall think they’re too grown-up for me, now, asks them at the funeral how bad was dad? frank can’t answer honestly. karl’s honesty is too dry. she walks away. when she does, karl brushes his knuckles against frank’s, and even though they never tried this once in thirty years of being in each other’s business, frank knows without having to be told that he’s supposed to tangle their fingers together and hold on tight.

maybe they should have cared more about the kill list, though. tom fires them. he has to. he does it together, the three of them in logan’s office, killing two birds with one stone. it hurts frank more than logan’s death did, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to karl. the two of them are standing side-by-side outside of the temple that is waystar, waiting for their drivers to take them away for the last time. did we ever meet up outside of work? karl asks, because he actually can’t remember. when was the last time either of us did something outside of work? frank counters, and karl chuckles. you wanna give it a try? frank does want to give it a try. he’s forgotten what it’s like to spend an evening without one of logan’s children, or mistresses, or siblings, or apprentices, or disciples within his line of sight. somehow, karl has completely avoided becoming any of these things.

the house in the country is many times too large for two. frank reads shakespeare in the sunroom and drinks tea. karl walks in and says, can we go to the pond tomorrow? and frank says, no, i’m meeting kendall for breakfast tomorrow. karl doesn’t roll his eyes. okay, can we go to the pond on wednesday? the ducks will miss us, karl tries again. you make me feel old, frank says, happily.

you gave him too much credit, says karl, finally, on wednesday, tossing stale bread into the duck pond. you never gave him enough, says frank. i didn’t have to. he was just my business partner, says karl. and he was the love of my life, frank says, but in saying it, he’s proving it wrong. logan would never have fed the ducks with him, or encouraged frank to idolize him less. FROG AND TOADDDD 🔥🔥🔥😂😂🔥 LMFAO COMPRESSION SOCKS

#succession #succession hbo #krank #frank vernon #karl muller #logan roy #gerri kellman #old guard succession #this wasn’t supposed to be this long but idgaf #krank may be a joke to you but krank will NEVER be a joke to me #amperspeaks

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