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hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

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The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

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cazzyf1 · 3 months

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My favourite quotes from 'Champion Year' by Mike Hawthorn

Tw: Description of Peter Collins death

Three days after the manuscript of this book was delivered to the publishers Mike Hawthorn was killed on the Guildford by-pass. When the book was going to press Mr. Matthews, a New Zealand poet, kindly sent to the publishers the following verse which the tragic accident had moved him to write:

He was a nation's Golden Boy

At twenty-nine the brightness failed,

And he was dead.

He went as he had lived, flashing

A lonely pathway to the stars:

What's to be said?

I think for him a nobler crown

Now wreathes that many-laurelled brow-

The course is run.

For England's laughing cavalier

The Race is won.

This book is dedicated to the memory of 'Mon Ami, Mate' Peter Collins

The 1958 series achieved a new high in mismanagement, due mainly to the invetable question of money; it was on and then off and on again almost as many times as a chorus girl's costume in a Windmill revue - p20

From there to Milan we had one of the most hair-raising rides I had ever experienced; our coach was driven by a completely manic driver who just pressed on down the autostrada as though it was a clear soup rather than the traditional pea soup type of fog. He obviously couldn't see a thing so I decided it was best to curl up and get to sleep before the accident happened. Anything he came up behind just pulled out and passed. At one point his nerve failed him and he tucked in behind a large lorry crawling along about five miles an hour. After a while he plucked up the courage and passed it; once we were all safely past the passengers gave him an enormous cheer, whether of reielf or genuine applause I still can't make up my mind! - p21/22

It might have been a better party had Peter been there, but he and Louise were in America; he was the only really notable absentee from the party - p22

I had doubtful distinction of not scoring a win on either sports or racing cars throughout the whole season and had anyone asked me what the chequered flag looked like I should have referred him to Stirling - p22/23

Stirling did 1m 44s driving with one eye bandaged after Katie had bashed him accidentally - p27

I decided not to swim, the Argentine sun and my fair skin didn't get on, so I lazed under an enormous sun brolly and read the papers in the shade. I suppose we were there about four hours and although I had not been in the sun for more than a few minutes I noticed my legs smarting rather as we flew back. Tito's pilot let me fly as far as Montevideo where we stopped to clear customs. The smarting, a sort of tingling like pins and needles, got much worse and by the time we got back to Burnos Aires my legs were really hurting. Back at the hotel I found they were bright red and very painful. During the night they started swelling up badly and I got a doctor in who gave me some sort of jollop for them. Apparently it had been the reflection of the sun off the sand and I was lucky that I had kept my sweater on as otherwise my body would have got it too. I spent the next two days in bed in great pain and thus missed the first day's training for the sports car race. Enormous water blisters blew up under the skin and the thought of driving horrified me- p33

Feeling lousy and looking like a lobster I reported for duty on race day - p34

Like a flash Boy Scout instinct always latent in Hawthorn sprang to the fore. "Why not let Ggendebien take my place," I said to Tavoni "and he can drive with Taffy." Nobody seemed to appreciate my noble gesture, but anyway I didn't have to drive although some reports say that I did - p35

After four days or so my legs got better although they were still upsetting me, but I met a very nice Argentinian girl who had a Cadillac and she drove me to and from the circuit. Martha Pristerini, I think her name was. She had a very little penthouse flat with the smallest swimming pool ever. You dived in and hit your head the other end immediately, all in one easy movement - no trouble at all - p36

It was an uneventful period except for the news of Fangio's kidnapping - p41

Apparently a lot of the voters thought the money involved in staging a motor race could have been better spent on the half million unemployed characters in Cuba - knowing what South American race organisation is like I was all for the rebels - p41

Fortunately the whole thing was done as a gesture and Fangio was never in danger although I did read somewhere that he was tortured. It turned out that he had been locked up in a room with a television set, which comes to the same thing, I suppose, if you don't like the television - p41

Bonnier had a beard and while he was walking in Havana a car screamed up and characters with Tommy guns searched him because they thought he was one of the rebels. Evidently the rebels rather went in for the beards - p41

Pete and Louise stayed there too and we had a lot of fun buying our own food which Louise cooked for us. We would go to one of the self-service stores and we always ended up with an enormous bill and far more food that we needed - p42

The evenings we spent quietly watching the television and once I get in front of the goggle box I stay there. I'm a complete fan and I look in whenever I can at home - p42

Peter had driven down with Louise from New York in a borrowed Chev. and collected his usual ticket for speeding - p42

I got back to our motel and went up to Pete and Louise's room. He had just run his bath, which he had been looking forward to, but he didn't get it - I stepped straight into it without even taking my clothes off! - p45

After changing I went off with Ivor on a party which we ended up about six o'clock in the morning playing poker in a hotel bedroom with three State Troopers, motor cycle 'cops'. I was getting a bit worried as we were winning, which upset them, they had very large guns; they kept nudging me and saying: "Don't you think it's time you went home?" So we went. - p45

I had always wanted a boxer and Ian gave me one of the pups. His name was Boris and he was a fine character, so ugly he was beautiful, but I didn't like the name. - p51

The main drama of the day came from the public address system which broadcast frequent and impassioned appeals to a schoolboy not to eat the sandwiches his mother had prepared for him as they contained broken glass. It was reported the next day that he had eaten them before the announcement and hadn't noticed anything odd about them! - p52

On the Sunday Carol and I flew home taking the dog with us; we had still not thought of another name for it. When we got to the Aero Club we had a drink; I had my usual pint of light ale and bitter and was chatting to Carol when I looked round to find the boxer tucking into my grog. So that was it - from then on he was Grogger - p52

The tragic thing was that I eventually ran him over. Much later in the year, during the Motor Show, I had the Ferrari demonstrator car out and a friend at Tilford Green wanted a ride. As I drove off just to go round the houses, Grogger tried to follow us but someone called him back. As we drove back he must have seen me and he jumped straight in front of the car. I don't think he knew anything about it, but I felt utterly terrible. He was my first dog and the first dog I had ever run over. I felt the only thing to do was to get another one quickly, which I did, another boxer, nine weeks old, Grogger the second - p52

Phil and Pete had quite an experience when out on the Ferrari mule they met a real live one which reared up - no doubt in imitation of the prancing horse of the Schuderia Ferrari badge - and threw its rider off - p61

We did several laps with the little Fiat and when we weren't driving round we spent the time swimming and sunbathing in a little bay. Peter, Louise and me and sometimes Phil Hill would go; sometimes Taffy or Seidel and his wife would join us. We'd take a picnic basket and eat and doze and swim. They were good times that I shall always remember - 61

In this book I am expressing my own opinions, and often those of Pete, whose views on motor racing were very similar to mine. It is more than possible that we were alone in these, but there it is. I recently read a survey of British eating habits and I was just as horrified to read that thirty million Britions eat custard every Sunday. So here is Hawthorn, sticking out his neck again: I don't like custard or the Targa Florio - p63

Taffy started off on our car with instructions from me that if he was going to bend it, then he must bend it well and truly, which made him laugh and eased the tension of the start! - p63

Louise was waiting for me in their little vespa. Louise let me drive it back to Monte Carlo, and we had enormous fun throwing it around the corners - p68

It was a long way back for Stirling, but he had me for company in the same row! - p71

Pete and I went straight to his boat after the race where a party started that was to end in the small hours of the morning in the Tip Top Club. I cannot recall who was there, but my definition of a memorable party is one that I don't remember much about. - p78

It was an irony of fate that Pete was to lose his life on my favourite circut - p90

As is usual on the start we were given the time signals, one minute to go, thirty seconds to go and then from then seconds we were given a count down. I suddenly decided I would play a joke on Stirling and when the count reached "One" I started to run like hell for the car. Stirling correctly waiting for the zero shouted: "You bastard, Hawthorn!" This made me laugh so much that I could hardly find breath to run, when I did get to the car I was still laughing and made a complete nonsense of the start. I had not intended to jump the gun to gain time, but the final laugh was well and truly on me because Stirling, Tony Brooks, Salvadori and Behra all got away in front of me - p92/93

As I got away the Autosport report says: "Mike gave what might be described as a jocular wave to Reg Parnell." The gesture I made was certainly jocular, but I wouldn't have called it a wave! - p95

I got an enormous applause from the crowd who throughly enjoyed the show, so before jumping in I bowed to them and went off feeling rather like the conjurer who says his next trick is impossible. Needless to say my act did not go down well elsewhere, as it had put paid to our chances and had given Stirling a handsome lead of over four minutes - p96

Always after the Nurenburgring races we meet up in Pete's and Louise's room in the Sporthotel for drinks. It is usually a fairly gay party as most people are staying there and so don't have far to go home. Pete had got some whiskey and beer and we sat around and talked - p97

It was obvious I had had it for clouds of white smoke from a racing car does not denote a happy event, as it does in the Vatican circles in Rome. There it means a new Pope has been elected, but in Grand Prix racing circles it means you had it in a big way! - p109

He has written books on Continental travel so when we set off by taking a road I used to take to the circut I said nothing. Then we turned off again. "Are you sure this is the way?" I asked, "Oh yes," said Rodney, "it's a short cut, a special way I know. I recognise it." This went on until late that evening when we got to Dinant, which is only about fifty miles from Spa, so we decided we would stay there. I was in no hurry, and Rodney never is. Roy would have liked to press on but he was out numbered. We had quite a night at Dinant, but the funny thing was that it only takes about four and a half hours to get to Paris from Spa, and it had taken us all that to get to Dinant. The next day we set off about ten and Rodney said he would get us near to Paris as he could, drop us off and we could get a train. So off we went, and I'm certain that we came across roads that the French and the Belgians don't even know exist to this day. Show Rodney a side road and he will take it, especially if it isn't signposted. We travelled about forty miles an hour, which is Rodney's cruising speed, and one which I throughly enjoy. I cannot bear the type who tries to impress you by driving fast. We made innumerable refuelling stops which I also enjoy. Rodney's favourite is gin and French. After seven hours of this we eventually reached Rheims and Roy and I decided we would stand a better chance at getting to Paris that night if we took a train; I think Rodney was rather relieved as he could press his own way, but I had throughly enjoyed the experience - p113/114

I set off for Le Mans on Wednesday with Bernard Cahier, a motoring correspondence for one of the American motoring magazines, in his very much modified Renault Dauphine - at a rate of knots that would have horrified Rodney; it certain did me - p114

In the morning we drove up to Paris and caught the train back to England and Pete and Louise came down to Farnham with me to stay the night in Frensham Ponds Hotel. We actually heard the results of the race at my garage in Farnham. At the hotel they were quite shattered to see us and could hardly believe their eyes! - p120.

Duncan was taken off to hospital with bruises all over him, and that is a lot of bruises because that is a lot of Duncan. Many amusing stories are told of his stay in hospital but I like best the one that describes Duncan's agony lying in bed watching all the 10,000-franc notes of his second prize floating out of the window one after the other. This upset him much more than his physical injuries! - p121

Poor Stirling was again accused of being frightened and only doing it for the money. As a professional driver he was entitled to race for money and as for being frightened I can only say that even if he was not, I certainly was - p123

I immediately said to Tavoni that I thought Luigi should drive in place of me, the old boy scout instinct in me coming to the fore again - p126

On Tuesday night we went to the Crazy Horse Saloon, a very popular night club with strip-tease acts and waiters with twirling Victorian moustaches and long white aprons. The place is so crowded that you are usually drinking out of someone else's glass and it's a very good spot. During the evening Stirling asked me how I was going down to Rheims and I told him by plane if possible, but that I had nothing fixed. He offered me a lift in his Mercedes 22oS. I looked at Katie and asked her what he was like on the road now. Katie said: "Oh, he's very good now and drives quite slowly." So I said: "Thank you, Stirling, very much, I'd love to come." Off we set next day, stopping for lunch at Soissons, where we met up with Ken Gregory and his wife and Harry Schell, also en route to Rheims. I was able to tell them that Stirling was driving very well and quite capable of controlling a car on the roads! - p133

I asked if I might be permitted to drive around the circuit to have a look where it all was. Pete said he would lead me round and show me the worst bits, and eventually we got permission to do this. Before we set out I asked Peter if the lap would make any difference as far as fuel was concerned. All our cars had had auxiliary side tanks fitted; I had an extra big rear tank and my side tank, but he had a smaller rear tank than mine as well. I had asked about the fuel situation and had been told that I would be able to get through the race all right, but that with Peter's car it would be a close thing. I asked Pete about it and he said: "Not to worry; it will be all right, I'm sure it will." So we went off and drove this one lap and took our position again...Right on the last lap trouble came to Pete; he was lying fourth and ran out of fuel. If he had not done that extra lap to show me where the oil was he would have made his fourth. As it was he pushed it over for fifth. - p139-141

I could see the place where Luigi had gone off; I could not see the car, which was hidden in the cornfields beside the track. I was terribly worried, but there was nothing I could do. I remembered his crash at Spa and how he got away with that and I just hoped he had been lucky again - p140

One night a crowd led by Luigi had somehow manhandled Harry Schell's car, a little 4-wheeled Vespa, through the main door of the hotel and up the stairs to the first floor. Unfortunately Harry was on the fourth floor. They couldn't get it into the lift and so the plot, which was to drive it along the corridor to Harry's room and blow the horn, misfired. They left it outside the managers office on the first floor and put a few flowers around it. Then they had a new idea and they went up to his room and lit long strip of newspaper which they pushed under the door. Poor Harry had a rather disturbed night and when he got up in the morning and found his vespa he was a little upset! However, his sense of humour asserted itself in the end and all was well. It turned out to be his girlfriends birthday and a gift of scent and some flowers put everything right. That night Harry and Monique went out to dinner and when he fame back and went up to his room he opened the door to find it completely empty except for a vase of flowers in the middle of the floor. There was no carpet, no curtains, no bed, no table, chairs, clothes or wardrobe; nothing. The lot had gone! The boys, led by Luigi had ransacked the room and carried all the stuff out. Harry's face was a picture, but he took it very well and everyone piled the stuff back again. Strange though it may seem, I can report that I was in bed and sleep during both of these parties! - p144

Anyway, we sat around for a while and then someone said that it was no good being miserable about it. "He's gone and that's it; nothing we can do. Let's go out and have a drink." Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but that is what we did - p144

He wanted to know whom I would like to have as team drivers if the project reached that point. I said I would like to have Pete and Phil Hill. I knew Pete would come and drive with me, and I thought Phil might to - p150

All you had to do was leave the pits, walk into the pub and have a pint of draught Guinness, which I absolutely love. I know that one can get it over here, but to me it is not the same thing; it's not got that tang to it. But in Ireland it is wonderful and very cheap and with my Rheims winnings to come I did not exactly stint myself - p151

It was pouring with rain and I had been sheltering in the pub behind the pits, weatherproofing myself with the Guinness - p152

It is just a case of too much Hawthorn chasing too little car - p154

Peter and I talked over our plan for the race. Pete, on his typically generous way, had said that he was going to do everything he could to help me win the championship - p157

On the continent this wishing one good luck is considered unlucky and the way to wish a driver all the best is to murmur a very rude word in French; polite society refers to it as "cinq lettres". There is also an Italain phrase, in bocca al lupo, which means, literally, "in the mouth of the wolf", to which there is a rude answer, the origin of the phrase has never been satisfactory explained, but this too serves to wish a driver well. It may sound silly, but those minutes on the starting gride are twitch making in the extreme and small things can assume an importance quite out of proportion - p158

I remember the last few laps of the race very well because I was very hot and thirsty and every time I went through the Becketts the marshals on that corner, Tony Rolt, Bill Ruck-Keene and David Phillips, were standing there drinking beer from pint mugs and taunting me by swigging the stuff as I went through - it made me even thirstier. On the last lap I signalled to them that I would like a drink myself, so after I got the flag I kept going fairly fast until I reached the Becketts where I stopped and was given a pint of shandy. Then I drove on sipping the shandy. I had my crash hat off and drove in with the drink - it foxed a lot of people. A friend of mine overheard a couple discussing this. One chap said that he wondered how I had got ahold of the beer. His friend, obviously out to impress, said: "Oh, that's just a gimmick, he had it with him all through the race!" It made a sort of triple pint act, because at Goodwood when I raced the Grand Prix car Peter had got hold of a black board on which he had drawn a wonderfully lifelike picture of a pint of beer and he had shown me this on my last few laps; the thought of it helped me on my way. Then during the May Meeting at Silverstone when Pete was well in the lead I got a pint of beer from the beer tent and stood in front of the pits with it holding it out so that he could see what was waiting for him besides the chequered flag - p162/153

This called for drinks and Pete, Louise and I repaired to the beer tent for a few before he and Louise went off to Kidderminster. Unfortunately they took my sports jacket with them in their car and, of course, my money, my keys, my pipe and everything. I hadn't a clue that they had taken it and I thought it had been stolen from my car - p163

Each morning I used to get up at eleven o'clock, put on my dressing gown and go along to Pete and Louise's room to have breakfast with them, and just laze around. One day we spent all day in our various rooms lounging in pyjamas and dressing-gowns, just slipping into overalls for practise and then coming back to our rooms to read and talk. It was a wonderful way to relax - p171

On his way up to Nurburg Pete had brought one of those wooden puzzles to make up a circle. Then you slide them all out and start afresh. Pete had taken the pieces apart and tried to memorise them, but when he tried to put them together again he just couldn't remember how. He spent hours poring over this thing, getting furious with it. On the morning of the race I went along to their room fairly early. Louise was already awake, but Pete was still asleep, snoring his head off. I looked down at him sleeping there and for some reason I felt happy looking at him. He is one that won't die, I thought. Then he woke up and saw me standing there and swore at me for waking him. "Come on," I said, "It's a nice bright morning and time for you to get up." And so, moaning and groaning, he did get up, put on his dressing-gown and got back into bed again. Then we shouted for breakfast, a sort of combined breakfast and lunch, as the race was not due to start until 2.15pm. I remember we had a couple of boiled eggs each and bread and jam and toast and lashing of tea and milk and when we'd drunk the tea we finished off the milk. Then Pete really got down to his puzzle and various people came in and tried to help, Phil Hi and Jo Bonnier amongst them. I had given up; it was far beyond my brain power. I think it must have been about an hour before the race, just before we were due to go down, that he gave a triumphant shout: '"I've done it, I've done it!" Sure enough he had done it, and Louise was terribly intrigued and started peering at it. "Jolly good," she said. "Do you think if I take it to bits I could do it?" Pete nearly hit the roof at this and said: "Don't touch it. I've done it and it can stay like that so I can show everybody." So it was left just as he had solved it, all the pieces in their appointed place. I am glad he did so, glad too that he completed it before he was killed, it had meant so much to him in those last few hours - p171/172

Despite the fact that Peter's win at Silverstone had brought him within striking distance of Stirling, he was still determined that he wanted me to win the Championship - p172

Pete and I did exactly what we had done the previous year. We got side by side and Pete signalled to me that he wanted me to be first and he would take second place - p174

He was driving as well as he had ever driven - p175

He went round the corner perfectly normally but running wide, and the car slid, drifting out. His back wheel hit the bank and the car lifted, running with the rear wheels on the bank which is about twelve inches high. God, I thought, the silly fool, we're both going to be involved in this. I thought he would spin off the bank across the road and I would hit him. I was just thinking up some choice words to say to him when we climbed out of the two bent Ferrari's when, without the slightest warning, fantastically quick, his car just whipped straight over. It gave no indication that it would do this, is just turned over. I could not believe that it had happened, it came as a completely paralysing shock. There was a blur of blue as Pete was thrown out and I put the breaks on hard and almost stopped as I looked round. I saw the car bounce upside down in a great cloud of dust, before it came to rest. What shall I do? Shall I stop or shall I go on? The thought raced through my head. I was desperately worried, it was so obviously a serious accident. I just did not know what to do. I was beset by doubt and anxiety. Shall I go on round and stop at the pits? No, I must not do that because Louise will be there and she'll be dreadfully worried. I'll go on and do another lap and then come in to see if by then they have some news on him. The race was forgotten, I could think of nothing else as I drove on almost automatically. - p176

By the car was Pete's crash helmet and one shoe and glove. His crash hat had been pierced, but had sprung back rather like a piece of cardboard does when you poke your finger through it. I was relived to see that there was no blood on the helmet and felt happier about things - p178

"How is Peter?" We asked, "Peter is dead," they said. I went into the hospital which was full of reporters and doctors, but they let me through when I told them who I was. I went to Louise and Tavoni - he was very calm and looking after her wonderfully well; she was being very brave. There was nothing to say; it would not have done any good if there had been. Pete was gone - p179

Pete was a public figure in death as well as life and the questions, the interviews and the clicking cameras proved a grim trail which broke me up completely. One cannot blame the reporters and the camera men who are only doing their job, but grief is a private thing which can only be borne alone - p179

I have tried very hard in this book - which is dedicated to his memory - to give the reader some idea of my friend, Peter Collins, of his gaiety and generosity, of his great courage and ability. I hope that I have succeeded; it was the hope of being able to contribute something to his memory that decided me to write this book. It tells of the year in which I became the first Englishman to gain the title of World Champion Racing Driver - with the help of mon ami, mate, Pete - p179/180

It makes clear his fame and achievement in motor racing, though it was not for his fame that I, and others, loved him - p180

An extract of a newspaper: A headmaster writes: May I be allowed to add a few words to your very fine obituary notice of Peter Collins? One of his less widely known interests was that of education, and it was through this that I first met him in 1955, when he became a member of the governing body of my school. He was keenly intrested in ever facet of education and derived much pleasure on his visits to the school from wandering around the classrooms talking to the children and inspecting their books; he interested himself in their sporting activities too, and, needless to say, the children for their part loved to have such a famous young man in their midst and always responded to his innate charm. Peter always had to wade through piles of autographs books each time he came! I always recall one particular incident which took place in my study when Peter talked unceasingly for a couple of hours to a group of grammar school boys who had been invited to meet him; the boys were spellbound and thrilled by all he had to tell them, and I well remember how welcome tea was to Peter on that occasion! Beneath his gay (happy) exterior Peter Collins was a young man of great maturity and unsweriving loyalty. I, personally, respected his judgement and advice; on one occasion in particular his wise counsel saved me from a serious error of policy. This tragic and untimely death of Peter Collins had removed from our midst not only a racing motorists of world renown but also a humble and unassuming young man endowed with wisdom and vision out of all proportion to his physical age - p180/181

Fame, someone once said, is the span of a day, but to live in the hearts of people - that is something. They are words that might as well have been written with Pete in mind - p181

Peter's death was a tragic blow to his wife, his family and his friends and also to motor racing; but he was not compelled to go motor racing, he wanted to, as do all of us who drive racing cars. There is left the sole consolation that Pete - and the others - died doing something they wanted to do - p184

Peter's death had affected all the drivers and none of us had much heart for the job ahead. I know that I drove with much more restate than usual, and so too did Stirling. I was upset also to find that my race number was 22. Both Pete and Luigi had been killed on cars with 2 as their number, and the sight of 22 on mine really put the wind up me. I rushed off to Tavoni and asked if I might have 24, which was Taffy's number, and he and Taffy both agreed; only the numbers were changed, not the actual cars. - p185

The crowd were obviously enjoying the Moss-Hawthorn duel, but I cannot say that I was myself - p189

I turned my head round, and to my astonishment it was not Stuart, but Stirling. I pulled a face at him as though to say: "Oh no, not this, the final indignity!" Stirling saw my expression of suprise and woe, and obviously thought: Well I mustn't rub it in - and very sportingly dropped back behind me - p190

In turning round I stalled the engine. I leapt out to push-start it and I had got it to the pavement prior to pushing it off into the road when a spectator rushed up to give me a hand. I lashed out at him furiously, because if he had touched the car I would have been disqualified. It had already happened to Tony Brooks earlier in the race, although I did not know that at the time. I am told I hit the poor chap quite hard; so if he should happen to read this, in the rare event of it being translated into Portuguese, I hope he will accept my apologies - p192

I was ushered into a room in which the officials were seated round a large table. I felt just like a schoolboy up before the Headmaster after being found smoking behind the five courts, or having been caught out of bounds with the Maths master's daughter, which is even more serious but far more fun - p193

Everyone was glad that Portugal was over. All the drivers admitted to having been very nervous; I know that I was and Stirling told me afterwards that he had the feeling that he was going to have an accident; happily he didn't, nor was there any untoward incident in the race - p197

On the aggregate Stirling had won the Kentish Trophy which I presented to him together with a large Laurel wreath and a big kiss on each cheek in the correct Continental manner! The spectators seemed to like that very much, although Stirling said it wasn't so hot - p197/198

Peter's road Ferrari was still at the works in Maranello and on his last visit to England with the car Pete had had fitted a set of Dunlop disc breaks of the type that are used on Jaguar XK 150. Just before his death he had driven the car back to Maranello so that Ferrari technicians could have a look at them. Ferrari said he would transfer these to my racing car, so Pete was still helping me in my efforts to win the Championship - p198

When Louise arrived in Millan she shook me somewhat by saying that someone was coming out from England to try Peter's Gran Turismo coupé with a view to buying it and driving it home. I had to break the news to her that I had the discs taken off the car and put on my racing car - it was slightly staggering news, which she took very well. The prospective buyer also took the news very well and still went down to see the car. In the end he decided against it, but not, I am glad to say, because I had pinched the breaks off of it - p201

I ran in to Stirling who had also just arrived. We chatted for a moment or so and I asked him how he was feeling about the race. "Absolutely terrible," said Stirling. "Thank goodness for that," I said, "it's exactly how I feel too!" - p203

Ronnie Noble of Sportsview had a television team down to cover the race and Stirling, who does a lot of interviews for the programme, interviewed me after the last practise session. We talked about the next say and then to round it off Stirling asked: "What are you going to do tonight?" Ronnie was obviously expecting an answer along the lines of "a quick meal and early to bed to get a good night's rest". Instead of that, I told Stirling what I had thought of doing. "What a jolly good idea," he said, "I think I'd do the same!" This all went down in sound on the film; I believe it caused quite a commotion when the rushes were run through in the projecting theatre at the B.B.C as Ronnie, who had entered into the spirit of thing, sent the film back without warning them. He had his own back on me because they did actually show Stirling having dinner with Katie and his parents, the going to bed at ten o'clock and putting out the lights. But Ronnie caught me later than that having a final drink at the bar of the Palace Hotel in Milan. Stirling's approach to motor racing is no doubt the right one, but mine is much more fun - p204

As we set out Taffy said he was worried because he didn't think he could go round the corners any quicker than he had in practise. I told him not to take them any quicker than he felt he could, that he was no to take any chances at all. "For goodness sake," I said, "don't have an accident." ... as they moved into the corner Taffy's car went straight up the back end of Schell's B.R.M and into the air. It was a horrifying sight. I saw the car, a blur of red, turn over in mid air and plunge behind the barrier on the outside of the corner. Just when the car was about ten feet in the air I saw Taffy come out of the car head first and dissappear into the bushes. There was an enormous cloud of dust as the car landed and then we were past. Tony and I were very near and it shook us both, but there was nothing to do but press on. As it turned out, both drivers were extremely lucky to get away with it. Harry was badly brushed and Taffy broke a leg. - p204/205

At the presentation Fangio make a long speech in Spanish which none of us understood, but there was no doubt that he was most moved by his reception - p209

I did not feel too well and Nevil Lloyd, who was with me, said that he reckoned that I had washed myself in that particular detergent that makes white things even whiter - p210

Everywhere I went people would say: "Oh yes, and when's this deciding race? Next Sunday?" And I would have to say: "No, not next Sunday, it's in four week's time." Then it got down to: "No, it's in three weeks' time." Then two weeks, and I was heartily pleased when I was able to say: "Yes, it is next Sunday, and I'm off tomorrow." - p213

In the citation which accompanied the awards they mentioned "difficulties of such a nature that many less courageous drivers would not have gone through trying as he did", to show that they appreciated the overwhelming loss of Peter. - p214

Lofty England also came with me. He had telephoned me a week or two before to tell me that by some strange coincidence he found it necessary to go out to Casablanca and have a look at the Jaguar sales organisation there and found it a coincided with the Grand Prix. I said it reminds me of that other classic case of coincidece; the football enthusiast whose grandmother used to die regularly every year and was always buried on the day of the Cup Final at Wembley! I was very happy about this because Lofty is one of the greatest team managers in racing and the thought of having him in the pit for this vital race was a most comforting one. Although Tavoni, too, is a very good team manager, it would mean a lot to me to have Lofty standing by - p215

Marie Claire, Oliver Gendebien's wife, who had come over to watch, suggested that I should take the Ferrari mascot out for a lap or two to bring me luck. She had found a chameleon; it was an odd little creature, and had a pair of beady eyes which could look in different directions at once which was a little disconcerting but very useful for watching motor races. It was quite tame and Gendebien had had it in his car with him when he put his fastest lap. I thought it would be better for the chameleon not to come round with me as he might get car sickness and turn a very peculiar colour - p219

As I passed it the Autocar said I gave a great wave; Autosport said I gave myself a boxer's salute. I don't know what I did; all I knew was that I had just become the Champion Driver of the World, the first Englishman to achieve the title - p224

The death of Peter Collins had made up my mind for me - at the end of the season I would retire - p225

I felt completely exhausted and in no particular mood to celebrate my victory. I went back to the hotel, had a bath and shaves and then went on to the prize-giving where I was given a special award - p227

My office was submerged beneath sacks of mail; the telephone rang unceasingly. Invitations poured in with every delivery asking me to speak at this dinner, be the guest of honour at that function, endore products of Messrs. So and so, open fêfes, close bazaars, appear here, there and everywhere, in person or on the television or the radio. About the only thing I was not invited to do was stand as a Liberal candidate in the next election - p228

By far the greatest honour accorded me was an invitation to a private luncheon party at Buckingham Palace on Thursday, November 6th. Her Majesty The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh had adopted the custom of inviting various people from different walks of life to lunch with them informally - p229

After Pete had gone I had no wish to go on motor racing - p234

Instead of having flags waved a me I hope in the future to be waving them at others - p234

"Why have you retired?" Is so much nicer a question than "Why don't you retire?" - p234

#its so funny yet sad at the same time #the amount he writes about Peter Collins #he truly loved the man #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #mike hawthorn #peter collins

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patternwelded-quill · 7 months

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Myka's (New) Intro!

I'm going to make me a fresh

Writblr Intro

Just like revising a story!

I kinda-sorta did before, but not really, so here's a new one. I'll also be rolling the status updates for my fanfics in here for those of you following me for my apparent obsession with Ranma and elves...

My name is Myka, she/her. Nice to meet you!

I'm a trans swordsmith, armorer, jeweler, and watchmaker. I'm also an artist and author, and like all creatives, I have my days where I love my works and days where I hate them and think they're trash. For example, I did the trans flag colors on the rank pips of my PFP, but they're too tiny to see, so I'm planning to redo it out of frustration!

I'm here to build friendships and community. So feel free to send me a message or an ask about metalwork if you're looking for answers or curious. Tag games are great, too, I try to get to them within a day or so of the notif.

Original Works:

Red Angel Saga (Irae, Interitus, Impere): The story of Relarial, an elven mercenary warlord and grandmother, as she attempts to avenge the death of her family, recover from that terrible loss, and return to some semblance of a life she understands. Rated R (for Relarial, hah!) for ultraviolence and the fact that she can't avoid constant profanities.

-Status: Book 1 is being revised/rewritten, book 2 is rough drafted, and book 3 is outlined and halfway drafted.

Blades of Fate (Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove): Captain Malekah Thaynn was a divisive figure, known to some as a hero and others as the 'Butcher of Borderwatch.' The latter helped get her tossed into a dark hole for years until someone thought she'd be useful to their ambitions. But you don't pick up the epithet of a butcher of anything by playing nice with assholes.

-Status: Book 1 is a rough drafted hot mess, but it's my hot mess, I guess.

Fanfiction:

Wet Behind the (Long) Ears: What if Ranma was knocked into the 'Spring of Drowned *Elf* Girl'?

-Status: Chapters 1-6 posted. The rest of the first arc is rough drafted, aprox. 35-40k words. Chapter 7 is a mess but coming together!

The Stone Will Sing: Thematic companion to WB(L)E. Maybe Ranma's so short as a girl is because it was a young dwarf girl who drowned in Nyannichuan. Or perhaps the Khazad didn't die out, but vanished as a distinct race. Worldbuilding crossover with LoTR.

-Status: First chapter posted, linked above. Will add more as the muse demands. If this fic doesn't piss off some Tolkien scholars, I didn't do my job right.

Twice the Curse? Double the Fun!: Ranma discovers that P-chan is actually his old frenemy Ryoga. But somehow the Lost Boy managed to get himself *two* Jusenkyo curses. ...or, did he? One-shot for muffinmoonn.

-Status: Drafting, using as a nice palate cleanser when I get stressed with other writing.

Once We Were Warriors: OC Relarial is isekai'd into a 1996 Tokyo shared by Ranma 1/2 and Sailor Moon. This was prompted by a convo w/ a friend about our OCs as Senshi.

-Status: Book 1 is posted on A03, book 2 is rough drafted, and book 3 is being outlined.

#writblr #writers of tumblr #queer writers #trans writers #writblr intro #original works #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 link #once we were warriors #owww #wb(l)e #wet behind the (long) ears

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howlingday · 2 years

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Salem: That's right, Team RWBY! In a few moments, my Dark Cannon will fire, spreading my Grimm all over Remnant! And I don't even have a target in mind! I'm just gonna shoot wildly and see where it hits!

Ruby: Wait! No, let's talk about this!

Salem: Sure, what's up?

Ruby: Wait, really?

Salem: No, you idiots! Why would you think that would work?

Jaune: (Suddenly next to Salem) Well, maybe you should have heard her out, Salem!

Salem: Ah, if it isn't... Uh...

Jaune: Jaune.

Salem: Jaune! I could have figured it out. Well, I'm sorry to say, my armored foe, that my Cannon is ready to fire!

Jaune: Well, don't get too confident, Salem, because there's something I can still do!

Salem: Oh, and what might that b- Is that a sword? OGH! AGH! UGH! OOF! ACK! AGH! OOGH! OH! ARGH! UGH!

Jaune: ...Well, that just happened.

RWBY: (Cries of mixed repulsion)

Jaune: Sorry, I, uh... I thought a quip might lighten the mood.

Weiss: I think we're talking about how you hacked Salem to death with a fucking sword!

Jaune: What? No, no, no! She's still alive, see?

Salem: (Weakly lifts arm, Hand broken) My mouth... tastes like copper...

Jaune: SHE'S GOT A GUN!

Ruby: WAITWAITWAIT!

Salem: OGH! OOGH! OH! ARGH! UGH!

Blake: I want to stop him, but I don't want to get flagged.

Jaune: Hoo! Got 'er! But, uh... I don't think that was a gun. I think her bones were just protruding out of her skin and it looked like a gun.

Yang: I told you, guys! I told you that we can't trust an emotionally disturbed man with a medieval weapon!

Jaune: Now, now, Yang. This is no time for jokes!

Yang: What?!

Jaune: Look, we beat Salem! We win! Go us!

BOOM!

Jaune: ...Did you guys hear something?

Blake: Yes! That's the cannon that we came here to destroy! That's the whole reason we're here!

Jaune: Oh, yeah...

Ruby: How did you not notice the fucking Quantum Theory cannon behind you?!

Jaune: Sorry, sorry... When I get into this hero business, I kind of get a tunnel vision and I sort of lose my grip on humanity for a second... Just kind of go into, like, a primal, feral state. You know how it is.

Yang: NO! None of us know what you're talking about!

Jaune: No, you know, it's like, uh... Like the... I-It's a meme. You have to really see it to get it...

BOOM!

RWBY: TURN IT OFF!

Jaune: Right, right, right! I'll get right on that and... She's right behind me, isn't she?

Cinder: Ah, so you believe you've won simply because you've bested Salem-

Ruby: CINDER! Cinder, listen to me! Just- Just get out of here! Just leave, alright? You don't want any part of this!

Jaune: Not so fast, Cinder! Why don't you get a taste of this?! (Stabs for her eye, GIF not found) Huh... Dodging... My one, true weakness.

Cinder: D-Did you just try to stab my eye?! And what is this black, goopy stuff?

Ruby: Jaune, why don't you take this as a sign, okay? You don't need to solve all your problems with a sword! Or a lethal strike! There's other ways to solve this!

Jaune: Other, non-lethal ways?

Weiss: Yes! You fucking psychopath!

Jaune: Non-lethal... Psychopath...

Jaune: Wow, guys. I never really thought of that. Boy, do I have mud on my face. And blood!

Ruby: That's great, Jaune! So just put down the sword and-

Jaune: (Whips out a pistol)

Ruby: JAUNE, NO!

Yang: WHY ARE WE ALL JUST STANDING HERE?!

#rwby #solid jj #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #salem #cinder fall

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loreleilarai · 2 months

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I had a brainstorm in less than 10 minutes, let me share a piece of my brain with you about the Au "I see you" (No, I'm not going to change the name, I have no idea what to call it)

I rambled on about YN quite a bit, now it's time for world building and other characters.

First, I want to talk about Ian, the guy gets a lot of attention in a lot of fanfics as the cheating ex, well I'll change that, you, the player, never said yes. You two were never in a relationship, that doesn't mean you don't care, just that you have bigger concerns than being in a relationship. There was never any infidelity, but you and Ian still grew apart because of his acting role. Although when you were young Ian played along with you and all those imaginary things, now that you are older he thinks it is nonsense, so you don't really bring up that subject with him.

Second, Shaun, my boy, my beautiful boy, is busy most of the time and is the only one who vividly believes that you see ghosts and weird things. He has been a constant support, he usually seeks advice and inspiration from you when talking about designs, he has the bad habit of taking you to cemeteries and haunted places so that you can then draw on a sheet of paper what you saw. He can be a jerk sometimes, but he never let anything happen to you. Whether it's in movies or not, he knows very well how to ward off evil spirits.

Third, Jack, the most important one here, he was definitely human, he went from Joseph to Jack, he died on the scene and now he is some kind of entity, only, after thinking about it, if he is a ghost that spends his time stuck to you it is practically a red flag in a ring full of bulls. If you look at him, talk to him, or touch him, nearby spirits will know that you can see them. So, Jack really has to be as strong as possible to protect you.

I was thinking about the types of spirits in the world, where Jack would fit in, and he would be way below.

The lowest category are those ghosts of people who have forgotten their death or simply do not want to finish what they left behind in life, so they haunt a specific place. Whether they are aggressive or not depends on the ghosts, but they are friendly most of the time and quite weak.

Then there are the wandering souls, these spirits have a task to fulfill, their hunger for revenge moves them. Or on the other hand, they are spirits who choose their goals, and they continue just for that.

The third and most dangerous type are those who are older, have lost themselves and only seek to harm whoever they can.

Similar to the game, as Jack said "I can't do anything you don't want me to do" These spirits feed on people's thoughts and feelings. If they move things and cause damage, these people will think that the ghost will hurt them and the spirits will become stronger to effectively harm them. If you enter a haunted house it is better to be brave, if you are afraid of that ghost you will make it stronger.

Following these laws, Jack would actually be the second type of spirit, unless he scares people secretly to become stronger. Because even if he really adores his Sunshine, His love only makes him more clingy but not exactly ready to fight with spirits full of teeth and disfigurements.

So! Let's add one more category, demons.

Yes, angels also exist but they don't get involved in human trouble.

Jack spent 40 years on the VHS, alone, it was hell itself. A punishment for his actions, an innocent sacrifice.

Then he is granted another chance to redeem himself. He doesn't get any guidance on what to do, he doesn't really know he is a demon is until he meets you. He can't see himself in mirrors or anything but he feels his wing and tail, he thinks the horns are too much.

Jack, like the player, saw spirits from a young age. And he's confused, but he clings to you and protects you as much as he can. He's seen what all those spirits can do, he won't let them touch a hair on your head. He's very overprotective.

He decides pretty quickly that that's his purpose, he's to redeem himself by leading you down the right path, leading you through all those spirits. You're practically him, alone, no parents, with a shitty job and struggling to stay afloat. So he'll offer you his hands to lift you up no matter what happens.

The fact that he falls in love is just a side effect, he is here to stay by your side until the end of days.

Jack can take a big, scary form as an eldrich monster because we don't have enough eldrich jacks here. So I'll fix that myself, it's still scary, preferably he hides it from his Sunshine, he really doesn't even know what he's capable of and he doesn't want to hurt you by accident. Of course that happens a couple of times.

Edit: The reader becomes a boy named Gabriel, but feel free to replace him with your Ocs or self inserts. It's just easier for me to refer to a "she-her/he-him" by a name than to leave everything ambiguous.

#sdj prompt #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sdj au #I see you

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alexibeeart · 1 year

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apropos of current events here are my top picks for a Prince song in Our Flag Means Death:

Nothing Compares 2 U "it's been 7 hours and 13 days / since you took your love away"

Diamonds And Pearls "if I could I would give you the world / but all I can do is just offer you my love"

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World "when the day turns into the last day of all time / I can say I hope you are in these arms of mine"

Mountains "but I say it's only mountains and the sea / love will conquer if you just believe"

Erotic City "we can fuck until the dawn / makin love til cherry's gone"

I Wanna Be Your Lover "I ain't got no money / I ain't like those other guys you hang around"

Purple Rain "I never meant to cause you any sorrow / I never meant to cause you any pain"

some more thoughts under the cut to save your dashboard from a long(er) post 💜💜💜💜💜

Nothing Compares 2 U "it's been 7 hours and 13 days / since you took your love away / I go out every night and sleep all day / since you took your love away / since you've been gone I can do whatever I want / I can see whomever I choose / I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant / but nothing, I said nothing can take away these blues" yes surprise if you didn't know this is a Prince song, anyways I could just copy + paste the entire lyrics trust me, cut to Ed in the captain's cabin having his daily cry sesh

Diamonds And Pearls "this will be the day / that you will hear me say / that I will never run away / I am here for you / love is meant for two / now tell me what you're gonna do / if I gave you diamonds and pearls / would you be a happy boy or a girl / if I could I would give you the world / but all I can do is just offer you my love" again? perfection. Stede pledging his love and loyalty to Edward, THE PEARLS, they both need it, it's happening

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World "when the day turns into the last day of all time / I can say I hope you are in these arms of mine / and when the night falls before that day I will cry / I will cry tears of joy cuz after you all one can do is die" not ironically i need this used in 100000% sincerity and it is absolutely being sung about Edward Teach no i will not be taking questions at this time

Mountains "once upon a time in a land called Fantasy / 17 mountains stood so high / the sea surrounded them and together they would be / the only thing that ever made u cry / you said the devil told you that another mountain would appear / everytime somebody broke your heart / he said the sea would one day overflow with all your tears / and love will always leave you lonely / but I say it's only mountains and the sea / love will conquer if you just believe / it's only mountains and the sea / there's nothing greater you and me" this song just makes me so happy it's very joyful and I can picture them sailing out over the horizon together hand-in-hand it's beautiful! could be a fun callback to The Jam Room gag with the whole crew playing together as Frenchie leads, Roach on ye olde pirate trumpet, Lucius on tambourine

Erotic City "we can fuck until the dawn / makin love til cherry's gone / erotic city can't you see / fuck so pretty you and me" CMON LIKE you can't tell me this would not be hilarious and very sexy at the same time which is the correct tone for Our Flag Means Death, the thumping beat could be used for like quick cuts of clothes hitting the floor, hands gripping bedsheets, fullbody silhouettes behind the curtains of [redacted] ... also it could easily be like a montage cutting between things happening around the ship with say a certain Lucius and Pete, Oluwande and Jim, Edward and Stede, etc etc

I Wanna Be Your Lover "I ain't got no money / I ain't like those other guys you hang around / and it's kinda funny / but they always seem to let you down / and I get discouraged / cause I never see you anymore / and I need your love babe yeah / that's all I'm living for yeah" this one's just fun classic early Prince singing about wanting to be your lover! a certified toe-tapper!

Purple Rain "I never meant to cause you any sorrow / I never meant to cause you any pain / I only wanted one time to see you laughing / I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain" THE emotional climax power ballad, PURPLE as the color of Ed's love blossoming, the potential to get the most over-the-top dramatic and romantic scene ever filmed in a rain storm? under a purple fucking sky? hello? it's got a lot going for it but I will be extremely surprised if they manage to both a) get the Estate's permission, and b) be able to pay the $$$ royalties for this one

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 wishlist #Prince #purple rain will be expensive as hell like more than the chain do you understand #they all will but hes worth it #long post #im floating on cloud nine right now about this please understand #Prince Rogers Nelson #prince and the revolution #prince and the new power generation

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phantomoftheorpheum · 1 year

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Just finished 1x07 of School Spirits, here are my (currently disorganized) thoughts-

*as usual, thoughts below a cut to avoid a massively long post.

Okay, well, first of all, glad that the Nicole stuff has come out now. It's pretty much exactly like I expected, though she has really muddled up the evidence (for the audience) by actively planting Maddie's bootprints. Is she behind any of the other "evidence?" I don't think so, but I'm going to have to consider that for a minute. I know that she and Simon were focused on the money, but it would have been nice if they'd talked at all about the fact that someone liked Nicole's social media post & since Nicole now also believes that Maddie is dead, they should be on the same page that it wasn't her.

It was immediately a red flag when Mr. Martin said his line about enjoying power & control. Obviously he's become actively more threatening throughout the episode. He's also in the fallout shelter when Dawn crosses over, so is he the one who died there? I have some somewhat vague theories about Mr. Martin, but I'll save those for the end.

Xavier called out that his own alibi relies on Mr. South, which does make him less suspicious to me again. Though I did think it was weird that he mentioned Mr. South whistling "the Titanic song" the whole time because he doesn't mention that he actually saw Mr. South the whole time. While Mr. South does feel like a red herring kind of character, I can't help but wonder if that will come back around in some way. Maybe it's something as simple as when we see what happened to Maddie, we hear him whistling that when she walks past the boy's bathroom, or something?

I know we needed to have various characters look suspicious and so Claire had a role to play throughout most of the season, but I really enjoyed her this ep & I wish we could have had more of this version of her throughout the season. I guess here's hoping for season 2!

I don't love that it seems like Claire & Mr. Anderson assumed the blackmail was coming from Maddie just because he hadn't given his number to any other students. It seems weird. Why would they even assume it's a student? What did Nicole say? But I think that's just the way it is, because I don't see how another twist fits in there well. It was a really bad and poorly supported assumption on Mr. Anderson & Claire's part, but okay.

Don't think I've forgotten that Mr. Anderson's alibi makes no sense, still. At least the alibi he told Claire. He said he spent the night with his father, Maddie was killed during the day & Xavier's alibi is for 8th period. Why would Mr. Anderson not be at school for 8th? That's never been mentioned/explained. The Sheriff claims he has a good alibi, but what is it?

Dawn mentions that people can be possessed by spirits. She is the perfect character to use to give the audience important information without them necessarily taking it too seriously. Plus, we later see that she's a lot "more" than anyone thought, and being taken seriously and appreciated seems to be what she needed to cross over. I think we need to take her concerns of possession pretty seriously.

Okay, I guess now is the time to talk about the fact that it seems like Janet didn't actually cross over & Mr. Martin clearly has something to do with that/is lying about it. I have about 12 different half-baked theories with this whole situation, so I don't even know which way to turn. Is Janet still around, or can he somehow absorb the energy of other ghosts and has basically killed her? Maybe through hypnosis? Perhaps hypnosis (or maybe any mentally altered state) on a living person leaves them vulnerable to possession, but on a ghost leaves them vulnerable to being absorbed or controlled? Does he have the ability to impact the real world? Is it possible that he can influence the actions of the living? Maybe not fully control them, but heighten emotion/anger etc.? Could he have had a hand in Maddie's death? Either by being powerful enough to hurt her, or by being powerful enough to influence someone else to hurt her? Maybe he can't make someone do something completely out of character, but he can push them past their normal limits? He was down in the fallout shelter and that may be his reset point, so it doesn't seem out of the question that he was nearby when Maddie died. Or maybe he didn't have anything to do with what happened to Maddie & he's just being set up as a season 2 antagonist. See what I mean about all the theories/thoughts?

So. Maddie's mom. I'm glad we're finally starting to address what she was doing at the school on the day of Maddie's death. I've said before in a post that if she killed Maddie, it would have been a crime of passion, imo (could she have been influenced by Mr. Martin? Is she more susceptible to ghosts because of being under the influence?) But I'm not sure she's capable of this level of coverup, and I'm immediately suspicious of any "revelations" that happen before the final episode, since mysteries like to leave an element of surprise for the finale. At this point, I think it's likely she and Maddie argued & that she has Maddie's necklace, but she didn't kill her. I think the necklace is likely what's in the envelope that she's keeping in Maddie's dresser. In Maddie's flashback with her mom she yells either "that belongs to me" or "that belonged to me" which I'm guessing is about the necklace.

Which brings me to- The Sheriff. He's a loose thread. He could have followed Nicole from Maddie's house and dug up the money. The last we saw, she was there with Maddie's mom and the police. We were reminded, yet again, about his re-election campaign and money. He would have the ability to plant evidence pretty easily (the backpack, the "murder weapon," etc.). And he can steer the investigation. Simon mentions that when he was shown Maddie's file it didn't have the ticket with the boot print. Why would that be left out, unless the cops know that was faked and that he might realize that? And how could anyone know it was faked unless they knew Maddie's shoes, or they killed her & know she couldn't have left the prints? Did someone maybe call the police when Maddie's mom showed up drunk at the school, giving the Sheriff reason to be there? Did he encounter Maddie after her argument with her mom? The question is, what exactly would be his motive to kill Maddie? He's an asshole, and they made sure to show us how much in the scene with Xavier, but why would he want Maddie dead? He does seem motivated by money/re-election, but Maddie didn't actually have any money & how would be know anything about that situation?

Could Mr. Anderson and the Sheriff have been working together to steal money from Claire's stepdad? I feel like I'm missing a piece here in this theory, because Claire's stepdad was donating to the Sheriff's campaign, so I don't know why he would need to steal money, but- is it possible the Sheriff was in on Mr. Anderson's plan, so he knew that Mr. Anderson thought Maddie was blackmailing him & had been given some of the money? The police told Simon there was no money in Mr. Anderson's wall when they searched, but maybe it was there & the Sheriff was trying to protect him/the stolen money. At that point, there was no proof. Once Simon produces the proof that Mr. Anderson stole the money, the Sheriff can no longer pretend & Ms. Fields tells Maddie's mom that Mr. Anderson turned the money over, but maybe the Sheriff already had it & was just now forced to acknowledge this. Mr. Anderson's supposed alibi doesn't line up with the timeline, but the Sheriff says he has a good one. Did Anderson kill Maddie (maybe he was told to get the money back by the Sheriff, but ended up killing Maddie when he became frustrated that she was denying having it) and the Sheriff is helping cover it up? So many options.

Is the hooded figure that we saw in the house the same person as the hooded figure we saw at the end of 1x07? Seems likely, but we have no proof, so we can't rule out anyone whose location we don't know during both of those two events (so, anyone, really).

Okay, those are my immediate thoughts. I'm in the process of constructing a timeline with some added conjecture/theories, but I'm going to post it separately, since this is already so long. Speaking of, do you think we'll get to go through events chronologically (like watch Maddie's last day play out) in the final episode. That could be interesting! Not as the entire episode, since obviously we want to see progress with the characters in the current timeline, but I'd like to see some of the events we've already seen put into the context of the new information.

#school spirits #school spirits spoilers #school spirits theories #school spirits 1x07 #school spirits 1x07 spoilers #long post #td

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Doing Navia's part of the story (yes, I'm slow).

Paralles with Childe are scary (too sleepy to formulate it clearly but a lot of emotional patterns match).

Did he... symbolically hand us over his quest of killing that eldritch whale and his Vision (probably also focused on killing that whale).

(it's the only way that conversation makes any sense to me)

CHILDE.

WTF???

When I said I'll kill that thing for you I didn't mean *this*. Stop turning into an eldritch horror, come back and solve your problems yourself, you coward (I'll help. I'll be clapping and bringing you almonds, eggs and sugar).

Please tell me I'm imagining things.

#childe #tartaglia #I can't see my boy behind all the death flags #freaking out #narrative pareidolia #i have connected the dots #someone please stop me (or not)#he'll come back to us. right?#right?#if he dies I'll resurrect him and kill him again #many many times #(starting to understand how blade from hsr happened)#if he turns into something weird I'll kick his ass until he turns back #it usually works in video games #I'll find skirk and drag her to him #childe don't you dare

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Review: My Uncanny Destiny

Happy Lunar New Year folks! Yesterday I spent my whole day watching this (I was trying to get the Lunar New Year vibes).

A little TMI but last year for 1 month I went on this crazy binge of watching historical chinese dramas. I spent every free time I have binge watching almost 30 dramas. I average spending 2 days max per drama (if ya'll watch chinese dramas ya'll know, esp the older ones, each drama is about 60 episodes).

Well I couldn't have done it without the x2.0 speed and ff buttons.

I have watched from the good ones (will forever stand behind Love Like The Galaxy as one of the best historical chinese drama ever) and I have watched the worst (sorry Eternal Love, my hand was spamming that ff button).

Anyways long story short, I know what I like in a historical chinese drama and this is it.

My Uncanny Destiny is about a girl who is the only heir to the throne, was brought up as a boy by her King father. And a boy from another Kingdom looking to avenge his father's death (supposedly caused by the girl's Kingdom). Very enemies to lovers trope but not exactly. FYI this will contains spoilers.

Anyways, she one day somehow save the boy but lost her memory and they connected, fall in love and have to deal with the consequences that they are enemies. (AGH)

kk wanna find out more, go watch it. There is only 24 episodes and 30 mins run time per episode (honestly, very very short compared to the dramas I've watched before).

What I love about this drama is that this drama doesn't take itself so seriously. They establish themselves as a comedy drama. THIS IS COMEDY. From the poop and fart jokes to the silly encounters and accidents. Everything is funny and so absurd I can't help but love it. I especially love the female lead. Zhang Yue Nan did such a good job at playing this clever comedic character, it doesn't end up being cringe. She's not afraid to make herself look silly at all. She reminds me of Zhao Lu Si in the drama The Romance of the Tiger and Rose. BUT don't be fooled, her character Ye Zhao Nan is a strong clever character. Which is what I love it a female lead. I hate, and I repeat, I hate female lead that is dumb. like out of this world, logic out the window dumb. (Which sadly is usually the case for female leads in chinese dramas.)

But Ye Zhao Nan is a strong clever character that could hold her own. She doesn't need the male lead to save her every 2 seconds. Speaking of male lead, mans really good looking. He reminds me of lee dong wook. I looked at his profile photos out of costume and I can say, mans look good in King costume. Anyway, the male lead Liu Xuan Ming played by Yan Zi Xian is also a character that holds his own. He is unafraid to show his love and affection towards his girl. He is jealous but doesn't treat her like his belonging. He is also a strong ruler to his Kingdom.

Together, they have so many funny and comedic scenes I wonder how many times they have to reshoot because the actors might just burst out laughing. My favourite? Is when we can clearly see Yan Zi Xian break character by genuinely laughing or smiling at Zhang Yue Nan's acting. It's so sweet because it doesn't look out of character. Instead it looks like he adores her (which the male lead character does).

I love how strong each female characters are in the drama. Most of the time, female characters are plotted into the story to benefit the male characters. But here, they are have their own story and antics. Even the villain of drama has her own arch and is of strong character.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SECOND MALE LEAD! He is the most green flag second male lead I have seen in a chinese drama in a while. Yi Yang Jun grows interested in the female lead but steps away the moment she says her heart belongs only to Liu Xuan Ming. He becomes her confidant and her friend. He becomes a good friend to the male lead as well (although he occasionally tease him about taking the female lead away). He is respectful to her feelings and when he backs away, he doesn't look pitiful at all. He smiles and walk off which makes me believe that although he loves her, he loves himself equally too.

Overall, this drama had a good storyline, plot, acting and script. If they had taken themselves seriously and they had a longer runtime, I would say they would be on par with Love Like the Galaxy (and that says alot considering this is my favourite chinese drama ever).

Wrapping up, I would highly recommend you watch this drama if you're looking for a good laugh. Don't take it too seriously.

Rating: 4/5

-- Fary

#cdrama #chinese drama #my uncanny destiny #drama review #zhang yue nan #yan zi xian #fary

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pcrfectstorms · 2 years

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if eddie was supposedly queer then what was "chrissy this is for you" lol

Oh little anon, when i tell you, you picked the WRONG bitch, I mean you picked the wrong bitch! firstly, cowardly to hide behind a grey face and not expose your blatant homophobia with your whole chest, but we move...

Let's take this in two parts, shall, we? Lets look at Stranger Thing's use of the word 'Freak' which from season one of the show has been used as a replacement for 'Fagg*t' the first instance being against Will Byers, when Joyce is reporting him missing and goes onto to explain to Hopper how Will's been bullied by his peers and his own father, where she explicitly uses the F slur to explain it, and from there it's been consistently used as a placeholder for it. Will is canonically confirmed gay by Noah, and to everyone else who knows how to read queer coding in his coming out scene to his brother in the pizza shop in volume 2. Eddie refers to himself on more than one occasion as a 'freak' - particularly in the boat house scene where he looks directly at Robin, a canonically confirmed lesbian and says to her, 'hunt the freak, right?' you can see the fucking pain in that boys face as he says it, and the gentle look Robin gives him in nodding, it's very clear to read that as them both having the understanding of what that meant, because while your little cishet brain may be incapable of critically reading subtext in media, us queers are very well versed at recognising our own, both on screen in queer coded storylines and off-screen in real life, and in this scene those two things meshed perfectly to demonstrate it.

Also, whether or not the nod to Queer Flagging was intentional or not, it was absolutely read that way by most of the Queer audience. Hanky Code was just one of the methods of Queer flagging that existed (and still exists today) which is predominantly used by Queer men (read: gay, bi, pan etc) to flag their sexual positions and interests at a time when it wasn't safe for them to be openly out without endangering their lives. Of course, bandana's were a big part of Metalhead culture too, but subcultures like metal, punk, etc, all these counter culture movements have a extensive and rich history of intersecting with the queer community. They are not mutually exclusive. Metal has massive ties to gender nonconformity and queerness, with bands like Judas Priest (who's lead singe Rob Halford was a gay man who came out in '98) who Eddie has a pin of on his battle vest, and while in '86 he wasn't out publicly, speculation about his sexuality had been around then too.

And all that is before we look at Joseph Quinns performance as Eddie and the little way in which he shamelessly flirted with both chrissy cunningham and steve harrington - which joe has confirmed at multiple convention panels that Eddie was flirting with Steve - he even, at the German con last weekend said that him and steve would have been a good fit, romantically.

BISEXUAL PEOPLE EXIST, PANSEXUAL PEOPLE EXIST. And if you can't see that not only are you homophobic, participating in bi/pan erasure but you're also just frankly fucking dumb.

And finally, if you think 'this is for you chrissy' meant he was somehow harbouring romantic feelings for her rather that he wanted to avenge for her murder you are delusional, and honestly giving Eddie ZERO respect if you honestly believe that it was because he fancied her and not because he was traumatized and guild ridden over not being able to do anything other than run away. This was him saying, I'm sorry Chrissy, I wish I could have saved you, but fuck it, your death won't be in vain we're going to save this goddamn town and burn the fucker who took your life.

I don't engage in ship wars, I don't give a fuck if you ship hellcheer, or steddie, or whatever other eddie ship, but i do give a fuck if you're going to come into my house and disrespect my son like this. DO BETTER.

#❛ shit talking ❜ [ ooc ]#sorry for the long rant my mutual pals but fuck me this anon PISSED me off #also to anon don't bother sending anymore they'll be deleted

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I posted 707 times in 2022

That's 71 more posts than 2021!

258 posts created (36%)

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#harurin - 32 posts

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#was remembering this in contrast to rin's 'i want you to swim for me' early in s01 and makoto's 'i want you to swim for yourself' in fs02

My Top Posts in 2022:

nbd just Haru smiling as Rin catches him when he faints, just before losing consciousness.

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Sasaki to Miyano, ending theme w/subs (from September Subs’ subtitles)

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FENCER'S HUGE-ASS SPOILER-LADEN DAY 1 REVIEW OF FREE! THE FINAL STROKE PART 2 or How KyoAni Said, "You WILL experience 10 years' worth of emotions in 2 hours and you'll like it!!"

Let's cut to the chase. You know why you're here. I know why you're here. So I won't make you wait any longer. You wanna know every gory detail from this glorious sobfest of a movie? THEN GET THEE BEHIND A CUT!

(warning that this is probably only mildly coherent and has a HEAVY HARURIN BEND. Mostly because THE MOVIE HAS A HEAVY HARURIN BEND. Sorry I don't make the rules I just report on how much boys stay winning)

Now, I was so scared of this movie.

I have a thing, see. If a series ends, and it doesn't end EXACTLY the way I wanted it to? If it does something that I think is a sour note to end on, or even if it just makes some narrative decisions I disagree with?

I can't watch it anymore. I can't read it anymore. Everything I used to love about it turns sour to me and I can't enjoy it. It happened with Haikyuu, it happened with Evangelion. It's happened with dozens of series over the years. A series is pretty much never going to end the way I want it to, and in my case, for whatever reason, that means I can't enjoy it AT ALL anymore. I can't just imagine what happened DIDN'T happen. It's there. I can't forget it, and it ruins the story.

So I was scared of this movie. Because it was the end. Decisions would be made about characters' futures, and I probably wouldn't agree with them. Might even hate them. I was of course under no delusion that there would be any SHIPS confirmed--so that wasn't something I was worried about or excited about--but everything else. Everything else was something real and final that would be canon now.

I went anyway, though, knowing I'd never forgive myself if I just let someone else spoil me. I fought the knot in my stomach, settled in, and watched.

And I cried. Oh boy did I cry. There was definitely a moment there where I knew oh this is it, this was going to be what made me never able to watch this series again. It wasn't disappointment--it wasn't anger--it was just...sadness. A deep well of sadness.

But then they fixed it. And I won't bore you with those out-of-context details now. I'll just say read on, and you'll understand.

And then you'll start to see how amazing it was.

Movie opens with a semi-recap. Not a recap in so many words, but characters remembering things and flashing back to those scenes in the previous movie. No biggie.

Except. Except then KyoAni said, "Hi we're here to kick you in the stomach so settle in for two hours of emotional trauma :)))))" and RIPS INTO AN ACOUSTIC DRIED UP YOUTHFUL FAME. OH YEAH, THEY WERE IN. THIS. BITCH.

"But wait, flashbacks to previous scenes from the last movie? You mean we have to live through That Fight all over again?"

Oh, no don't worry. You don't have to live through it again as it happened.

You have to see how Haru imagined it going and then see his heartbreak when he realizes it didn't happen that way.

You have to hear him tell Rin, beaming and whole-heartedly committed, "Rin, I want to swim in the lane next to you in our next tournament. I want to keep walking forward with you."

Yes, he was explicit in that he wanted to go there with Rin. He wanted his future to be, explicitly, swimming alongside Rin. Competing alongside Rin. Forever.

But then, of course, that's not how it happened.

A lot of this movie takes place in imaginary sequences, dreams and nightmares and memories that never happened. It's very cool, but also a little weird XD So, par for the course for Free! For example, early on as Haru is reliving his fight with Rin, we see lots of flashbacks to them as kids, but viewed in a movie theater (whoa trippy) with baby Makoto and baby Nagisa giving commentary. Scenes of young Haru and Rin fighting morph into them as Power Ranger standins (blue and red ofc), fighting but then deciding to work together, their union being stronger than either of them alone.

Haru has nightmares that play out over and over and over--most of the time of Rin leaving him…but occasionally of him leaving Rin, of him pushing Rin away and avoiding him for so long, refusing to swim with him. Haru resents Rin for his decision to 'leave' him, but he also recognizes that it's his own selfishness and stubbornness that has hurt Rin too.

Elsewhere, the coaches discuss their students. Mikhail remarks that Rin was crying.

Part 2 is set one year after Part 1, for context--and in that time, Nagisa and Rei and Nitori have all graduated…and moved to Tokyo! Rei and Nitori have joined the swim team at Ikuya and Hiyori's school, while Nagisa has joined Kinjou's school's team. The gang's all back together again!

Haru has been training HARD this whole time…to the point that he's hurting himself. He's working himself to exhaustion, and after nearly fainting after one training session, Azuma makes him take a break to rest, warning him that he's trying to do the equivalent of strapping a huge engine into a tiny car--it's going to destroy the car eventually.

Makoto hears about Haru being made to rest because he'd worked himself to exhaustion and immediately tells Rin…who absolutely wants to MURDER Azuma. Makoto has to almost physically restrain him, begging him not to do anything rash when Rin confronts Azuma in a rage over the state he feels he's brought Haru to. Azuma snaps back, "If something's really that important to you, then you shouldn't have let it go in the first place!" Makoto and Rin split up, looking for Haru, who's nowhere to be found.

Rin runs himself ragged searching all over the city, regretting how selfish he'd been. Muttering, "I'm so lame…" he collapses on a sidewalk and rolls over…and sees a beautiful glimmering sakura tree towering over him, lit up in the night. He squints at its brilliance--and just beyond it, standing atop a building, he finally spots Haru.

Rin calls Makoto and tells him he's found Haru, and they meet up at the top of the building, where there's a night pool you can swim in. Haru is floating aimlessly on his back in the pool alone. Makoto moves to go to him--but Rin holds out a hand to stop him. Then Rin jumps in the pool and approaches Haru.

Apologies are made, challenges are issued. "You have a duty to race me," Rin says, harkening back to their first real clash when they reunited in Season 1.

They race. Rin keeps glancing over, watching Haru, as they push each other further and further.

They reach the finish, both panting, and in Haru's mind he sees himself standing once more at that railroad crossing. Rin is there, on the other side. And this time, the crossing guard lifts and Rin rushes toward him.

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"So when I first read the script, I was kind of taken aback by the way that Rin got dragged down whenever Haruka did, getting in a total funk. But Haruka and Rin share a common destiny, right? So when one stumbles, the other does too. I was both moved and excited by their exchange in the night pool."

- Miyano Mamoru, at the May 1, 2022, stage greetings (x)

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My #1 post of 2022

Sasaki and Miyano, vol. 8, ch. 42

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simpingandprocrastinating · 1 year

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𝙀𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙔 - 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙

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"Ouch..." Jean yelped as Maria tried to fix his wig. "Jean stop moving so much, your hair is still sticking out." She scolded. "You're yanking at my scalp, not the wig," he growled in response.

"There. That's much better... As far as that goes." The woman muttered and sighed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Maria shrugged. "At least Armin looks like Historia. It's cute even, but you don't even reassemble Eren in the slightest." Connie snickered.

"It's not like I chose to do this..." Jean muttered under his breath. "We don't have a choice," Levi butted in, with his arms crossed. "Say, if things go the way we planned them, do you really think they will keep believing Jean is Eren and Armin is Historia?"

"This body-double mission is a gamble, but those idiots bought it the first time."

Things had been blurry during their ride to Stohess, but now that Maria could take a good look at Jean, she noted the teen did not resemble the titan shifter boy in the slightest. If not, the wig looked terrible, as if he was wearing a mop on his head. But who would've been fit to be Eren's body double, besides Jean...

After Hanji arrived at the cabin, she gathered everyone in the main room to tell the news about Pastor Nick. Apparently, the man was murdered the very same morning in the Trost District barracks. Hanji had told them she figured the Church would want to deal with Nick since he was cooperating with the Scouts but instead found out the Interior Military Police tortured Pastor Nick to find out what information he spilled to them. Hiding his identity had proven to be useless after all.

Blaming herself for being too careless, Hanji told them about the nails that had been ripped off in order to make him talk, but Levi figured the man hadn't spoken a word. His exact words being; "People that talk, talk after one. If they don't, peeling more won't make a difference."

It did make sense to Maria, but the man had died a horrible death non the less. Although they probably had no idea their squad had caught wind of the Reiss family, it was almost certain the government was up to no good.

This proved to be right when Nifa brought them a message from Erwin. Their eyes were fixed on the Levi squad and they had to leave the cabin immediately without leaving a trace that they had been there.

And now they were getting ready to enter Trost district. Something Maria didn't particularly feel happy about.

"How about you though? Is your leg well enough? We sure did walk a long time, without you using your crutch." Jean questioned and Maria snapped out of her thoughts before sighing. "I can't exactly keep using it when we're entering Trost. I would only slow you all down. Besides, I feel fine. Hanji fixed my gear. It holds everything together pretty well." She mused yanking on Jean's wig one last time, making the teen wince.

"Okay, time to go." Levi interrupted. "I want Eren and Historia to ride along the wagon."

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The group had finally entered Trost, leaving the real Eren and Historia behind. Hanji's squad would keep a close eye on them and alert Levi if they'd see anything suspicious. However, Maria had an uneasy feeling about their trip to Trost. She wasn't sure if it was because of their body double mission or her walking through the streets she knew so very well.

Jean watched Maria pull her hood over her forehead just a bit more before she slumped a bit to hide the rest of her face, but decided not to make a comment about it.

"Try not to walk in a cluster. We'll stand out." Levi spoke. "Eren and Historia, just act normal." He made short eye contact with Jean and Armin before walking on.

"Why is the royal family's flag hanging everywhere?" Connie questioned, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "Oh! Today must be the anniversary of the King's coronation." Sasha guessed. "Once a year, they hand out a haul of rations."

Connie's eyes glided over the whole ordeal, a soft "Oh..." leaving his lips.

"May I have your attention, please? We'll begin handing out rations! King Fritz has heard of Trost District's hardship and will donate the royal family's reserves! There's enough for everyone! Line up orderly!" A military police member announced.

The crowd burst out in praise for the king, making Maria scoff. Levi cast a small glance at the honey blonde whose face was still covered by the hood of her cape.

"Thank goodness!-" "Long live King Fritz!-" People cheered loudly.

"All that food and he's just giving it away?" Sasha frowned. Her eyes seemed to spark a little when she spoke about the food. "It's not as if he needs it all," Levi responded.

"Of course, he's got more than he knows what to do with." Maria butted in as she rolled her eyes. "It's easier to control people when they're not starving." Levi then added. "People are weak, especially when baited with food."

After that had been said, Levi turned away to keep on walking, the rest following closely behind him. Maria sped up her pace to walk next to the ravenette, glancing up at his face from time to time.

"You seem keen on hiding your face Bambi." He muttered. "What are you talking about, aren't we all doing just that?" She played dumb.

"You keep pulling your hood down your face as if you're avoiding something. Or should I say, someone?" He pointed out. "Isn't that what you ordered us to do?" The raven-haired male scoffed. "Yes, but I also recall telling everyone not to stand out-"

Suddenly Levi stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening just a fraction before he spun around.

"Watch out! Behind us!" The ravenette shouted, resulting in them having to jump out of the way to dodge the cart coming at them at full speed.

"Armi-- I mean, Christa and Eren!" Sasha shouted as Jean and Armin were pulled on the wagon by unknown men. "They've been kidnapped again!"

Maria noticed three men riding along; one controlling the wagon and the other two now detaining Jean and Armin. However, what she hadn't noticed was that Levi was holding onto both her arms. By suddenly having jumped out of the way, she'd bumped into Levi, almost making him topple back into one of the market stands behind them.

The honey blonde watched the wagon drive off. It was then that she finally noticed Levi trying to retain his balance.

"Sorry-" She hurriedly mumbled while helping him stand straight again. His warm hands left her upper arms and Levi turned to focus on the wagon - which was now disappearing in the distance - as well.

"Let's get on the move, we shouldn't lose them now." The ravenette stated. Sasha turned to look at the Captain. "Shouldn't we use our gear to follow them?" Levi's hand gripped the straps of his bag as he began to walk again. "No, we can't use our maneuver gear yet. We'd draw attention."

"Then I'd advise to get going, right now. We're already losing them as we speak. Good thing Hanji's squad has eyes on them." Maria spoke, making Levi nod curtly. "Let's go."

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"How's it going inside?" Levi asked Mikasa as the three of them sat on the rooftop: Sasha and Connie keeping an eye on the situation inside the warehouse. "If we don't hurry, they'll see through Armin's disguise," Mikasa spoke and closed her eyes for a second. Maria shifted on her feet, now facing the girl's back.

"What do you mean?" Maria gritted her teeth. "He's getting pawed at," She stated. "I feel bad for him..." she continued.

"I see."

"Those filthy pi-" Maria spat, but Levi was quick to shut her up. "Keep your composure, Bambi. You can act on your moral compass after we've handled this." The woman made short eye contact with the ravenette and turned her head away in displeasure.

Miskasa turned around fully this time to look at both Levi and Maria. "How are both your legs? Any better?" The black-haired teen asked.

"I can move well enough. It's not bad, I'm more worried about Maria." Levi nodded to Maria who decided to check the straps on her prosthetic one last time. "Don't worry, I can handle it."

"More importantly, these kidnappers... They're nothing but amateurs. Why wouldn't they use professionals for a job like this?" He asked while getting up and looking at Mikasa again.

"It might be a trap." The honey-blonde noted. "You're right. We don't know what to expect or who's behind this. It's definitely a trap. Keep your eyes out for anything suspicious. You two can handle the rest on your own. I'm heading for Eren."

"Yes sir," Mikasa replied. Levi now turned to look at a frowning Maria.

"Maria, you stay with them. Be ready, you might need to use your gear as well." Levi began. "What? Are you sure? We've only tested my gear in combination with the prosthetic just now and it was only to get on this roof. What if it breaks down?" "We just have to take the gamble. Come and meet up with me when you're done taking out the trash." She gave him a firm nod.

"One more thing... I'll tell you both, just in case. Tell Armin and the others, too."

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Maria and Mikasa snuck into the warehouse, with Connie and Sasha still on the lookout. The honey-blonde took in the situation before turning to look at the black-haired teen behind her.

"Did you count how many guards there are?" The honey-blonde crossed eyes with Mikasa. "Just one, from what Connie could tell," Mikasa whispered back.

"Alright then, leave the pervert to me." Maria nodded to the man behind Armin as they hid behind some crates. "Loosen up the ropes of Jean and Armin when I've pinned the bastard down. Then we'll wait for the rest to show up." The teen gave her a quick nod, before slowly moving towards Jean and Armin, waiting for Maria to make a move.

Maria scanned the warehouse entrance for the last time before letting her eyes wander back to the two tied-up boys. The man touching up Armin was too busy to notice anything.

In a fast motion, the honey-blonde moved forward just to kick the guard in the shins. In reaction to this, he released Armin, crying out in pain. Maria made sure to take hold of both of his arms, pushing them up his back before slamming him to the floor.

"Try anything and I'll make you regret it." She hissed. Maria placed her foot on his back - keeping him down - as she fished some rope out of her back pocket. The honey-blonde bent forward to tie up his hands and made sure to pull the knot extra tight.

Jean watched Maria drag the man up by his hair as she shoved him into a crate to sit down. Fuck, she couldn't believe Levi's influence was shining through right this moment.

She continued to stare down at the man in disgust. "Thinking with your dick, weren't you?" She spat as she moved her prosthetic foot onto his crotch, slowly starting to press down.

The man shouted out in pain as the solid heavy material of her new foot started to crush his privates. "Stop! Stop! Please stop!"

"Oh? You're asking me to stop? Did you stop when you were feeling up my comrade?" Maria mocked.

The man however didn't respond to her. "You were so busy with your perverted thoughts, you didn't even notice he's a boy. Not that it matters, you're a swine."

Jean had never seen her act so intimidating before. Seeing the woman torture the guard made him want to look away yet again, but this time he just couldn't. Maybe he'd had to say something before she'd actually crush the man's genitals. However, Armin was the one to beat him to it.

"Maria, please stop. I'm okay, really."

"It's making my balls hurt." They heard Connie from the top window.

Maria cast a short glance at Armin before taking her foot off the man's crotch. "Seems like you're in luck. Just so you know, I would've made sure you wouldn't be able to use your dick anymore." Maria grimaced.

Mikasa finished loosening Jean and Armin's ropes before walking back to the honey-blonde.

"We should cover his mouth and move him out of sight," Mikasa stated whereto the small woman next to her nodded. "I'll handle it." The raven-haired teen continued, making Maria sigh but agree. Maybe she'd gone overboard, but seeing the man touching up Armin triggered the memory of her and her deceased late husband. Jean seemed to notice. As she walked up to the teen and sighed, he cast her a worried glance.

"Are you alright?" He whispered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let myself go there..." Maria rubbed her face. "No shit." He muttered in return.

"Guys!" Maria looked up at where Sasha was signing at Connie by the window. "They're back! Hide!" With the guard out of sight, Maria and Mikasa hid behind the crates anew.

As they crouched down, the doors to the warehouse opened, letting four men through.

In the front, they saw a short overweight man. His upper lip wore a thin dark mustache, probably to compensate for his balding head, which only left some black hair on the sides. Maria knew him as Dimo Reeves.

Behind him walked an equally short young man with reddish hair. His face was covered in freckles, but Maria could definitely see the resemblance between the two men. The remaining two, she recognized as the ones who kidnapped Jean and Armin with the wagon.

"You're sure, without a doubt, it's Christa and Eren?" Dimo asked, laying eyes on Jean and Armin.

"Yes, they match the description." One of the other men spoke. "Huh? Where's the guard?"

There was no way for them to come up with a good answer for this was the exact moment Mikasa dashed forward to kick one of the men in the back of the head with her knee. With the first man on the ground, she then tackled the second one by grabbing his collar and throwing him onto the concrete.

"What the--?!"

Before the freckled redhead could draw his gun, Maria threw him over her shoulder, instantly knocking him out the moment his head hit the floor. Both Jean and Armin rushed forward - to the floored men - to tie them up. "Don't you dare move!" Jean warned while tightening the ropes.

"Connie! Is it really just the four of them?!" Mikasa asked the boy as she pinned Dimo Reeves down. "Yeah, that's it! Nobody else in the area!" Connie yelled back. However, at the moment she was distracted by looking at Connie, Dimo was able to reach for his gun. Sasha was quick to move and shot off an arrow, pinning his gun to the ground and making it impossible for the balding merchant to move his weapon any further.

"If you move again, who knows where I'll hit?" Sasha then threatened. "Sasha, are you crazy? You could've hit Mikasa!" Jean yelled, getting up from his knees. "Hey! It's Mikasa's fault for not paying attention!"

"Quit bickering, we need to meet up with Levi..." The honey-blonde replayed the conversation between the three of them in her head.

"What do you mean?" Connie asked. "Are we just leaving them here?"

"Yes, we'll be keeping them here a little while longer." Maria crossed her arms, her face now turning serious.

"Captain's orders, and he sends a message, too."

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