#I mean we know it was gonna be tense and chaotic but we have multiple episodes of this tension and chaos? I only have so little sanity

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Okay cool so this is was me all of this and last week fretting years off my life about the episode and I guess it's gonna be me next week fretting years off my life about next episode coolcoolcoolcool

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Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn��t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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[shinsoups]

Student No. 22 —

m a s t e r l i s t

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x class1a

genre: 1tbsp of crack, 1 tsp of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and 1 cup of chaotic randomness

synopsis: y/n was certain she would never be a Hero. She had a different goal in her mind, and that is to be a great doctor someday. With a terrible past she wants to forget, she vows she would never use her Quirk and will never let the world know what it is. Not until she finds out that the invincible quirk she thought she has can also have a certain weakness.

random updates

a/n: i know canon Shinsou is joining hero class for their second year but I'm gonna make him part of Class 1A already yay!

OO3 : Class 1A —

Other students were now staring at the weird pair walking side by side. Aizawa’s hunched figure was beside someone who wasn’t wearing the UA uniform. Rumors started to begin in hushed whispers as the pair kept walking towards their destination. Aizawa-sensei has a daughter? Midoriya freaked out as he saw your arms covered in the same material their teacher has around his neck. Or were those bandages? That can’t be true, he smiled shaking his head in disbelief. He tried to walk slower behind the pair in front of him, still he was curious enough to linger just an earshot away from you.

“I’m not here to make friends,” you chanted inside your head as you and Aizawa walked towards the classroom. “Should I just run and say I don’t want to join this class?” So many emotions flicker in your face you never get to hear anything your teacher was even saying.

Aizawa senses the awkwardness when he noticed you weren’t listening to him at all. He stops walking in front of a large door, scratching an invisbile itch behind his head. “Like I said, you don’t have to force yourself to make friends with everyone.” His tired eyes peeking from his messy hair were now looking at yours. “There’s this one kid who also just got transferred before the semester ended last month. Class 1-A may seem a bunch of rowdy kids but I assure you no one will harm you.”

Did I just say that one out loud? You thought to yourself. Or did he just read your mind? You can’t blame him, but his voice just lulls you into something familiar yet foreign. In a sense, he scares you because you can’t feel any danger whenever he is around. He sighed seeing the familiar green-haired child hiding behind, “And Midoriya I’ll mark you as late so whatever you were thinking—” Aizawa trailed off as you look behind he was addressing, a blushing mess stood behind you.

Midoriya’s face flushed red as he begins to stutter. “I- Sensei the other students were—“ he was mumbling incoherent words when he notices you staring at him. “I’m Midoriya Izuku.” He held his hand offering a handshake.

Grasping the situation and the weird sentence Aizawa-sensei left hanging you corrected yourself even before he gets the wrong idea. “I- I am not his daughter.” You shook his hand, a small blush forming at your cheeks when he squeezed your hand nervously at the mention of the word ‘daughter’. “I’m y/n.”

Aizawa tried to hide his smile as his predictions were coming tangible. I knew Midoriya would be the first one to offer friendship but I didn’t think this will come sooner than expected, he thought to himself as he slid the door open.

As soon as Aizawa stepped inside the room, the noise settles down. Midoriya rushed inside and went to his seat leaving you behind hovering just before the entrance. You can already feel the heavy stares as you invited yourself inside and closed the door even before Aizawa called you. Your hand hovers on the straps of your bag, biting your lip nervously sensing the overflowing power around you. Your body was tingling, automatically assessing everyone inside the room even though there were no signs of real threat. Aizawa’s eyes squinted, noticing your discomfort and somehow even proving the principal’s quirk theory about you. He recalls how Nezu asked him to talk to one of his students and give authority to use his quirk against her. Now all he has to do is see it with his own eyes.

Shinsou’s dark purple eyes settled on your figure thinking about the favor Aizawa asked him to do. He didn’t give him enough explanation other than provoke the new student and somehow make her use her quirk in class. Is this how they do it in the Hero Class? He asks himself, he sighs as he saw who he’ll be facing with.

“As you may recall back in the dorms, I already told everyone that a new student will be joining you this semester. I expect everyone to treat her equally.” Aizawa looked at you and gestures you to come in front with him.

You fiddled your hands as you walk beside him. “My name is ------ and I’m pretty sure I told Aizawa-sensei and All-Might sensei that I’m only visiting the class and will not join you.” You looked over the raven-haired teacher and continued looking at the sea of confused faces in front of you, “I know everyone here will be an excellent hero someday. But it will be really impossible to treat someone like me as your equal. Cause I am not. But I hope I won’t be a hindrance to everyone during my stay here.” You bowed your head as you finished your introduction. But somehow Bakugou hears a threat about your little speech, intimidated about the phrasing or maybe he was just reading between the lines.

“Ehh? What makes you think we’re not equal? Hey are you stronger than me?” Bakugo growls, thinking that maybe you really are stronger for the school to admit you even after a semester has already passed.

“Kacchan!!” Midoriya whispers hoarsely. “I don’t think that’s what she meant.”

You scrambled on the words you were supposed to say to the blonde one when another one spoke.

“Hey new girl,” Shinsou started. Everyone shifted their gazes on the purple haired boy. He was never one to initiate conversations, let alone talk to someone he barely knew so everyone was curious what he was up to.

“I just introduced myself,” you said dryly staring now at him.

“Would you mind telling us,” Shinsou shrugged, his body leaning forward, hands tapping on the wooden desk thinking whether he should use his quirk or not. He looked at Aizawa and saw him nod a little signaling him that he’s allowed to do what he was asked for. “I mean would you like to show us why you were admitted so easily in the Hero Course?”

“Shinsou-kun I think that was just...” voices soon filled the room when the guy named Shinsou challenged you out of nowhere.

“Not gonna lie, I really worked hard to be able to sit here in this classroom. I wasn’t given a privilege like yours. While here you come waltzing inside and telling us that we shouldn’t treat you an equal.” His eyebrows quirk up, demanding you to prove yourself. To be honest he doesn’t have any hard feelings against you but for the others inside the room they know that it was half meant true. They saw how hard he fought to be able to sit where he is now.

You stared back at him in confusion. Why was he mad at you? Did they all feel like this? Was it really your privelege to just waltz inside this room when you don’t even have any desire to become a Hero? The quirk you tried so hard to keep a secret even from your own grandparents, a quirk that you resented and hated because if people found out about it they will only get disheartened if given a chance to fight you. This is a mistake, you internally screamed at yourself, I shouldn’t have bothered accepting the offer.

“I didn’t mean it tha—“

Bingo

Shinsou leaned back against the chair and crossed his arms in front of him. Show everyone what you’re capable of. He pondered on what’s the easiest way, a small smile playing on the corners of his lips.

Aizawa watched from the sidelines ready to intervene if what Nezu told him was correct. A cancelling quirk just like his? Or a mutation of multiple quirks? They needed to know and the easiest to test their theory was to let Shinsou take control over you and show it to them first hand. It was just a theory but the principal insisted that it was different from Aizawa’s own quirk. It’s something more of a defense mechanism, a mutation of quirk that possibly developed during your childhood after years of trauma. Was that possible? Probably— because Nezu can symphatize on his new student.

You felt your body tensed. Different from whenever you sense danger around you. You tried to move your foot but you were rooted from where you stand. Alarm bells were now ringing inside your head signaling your body that you’re in danger. No way. You felt panic bubbled inside your stomach but a sense of adrenaline and excitement soon sprouted when you realized someone’s quirk can pass from yours. You felt challenged. Until you feel your body move on its own accord.

You can attack the blonde guy who asked you if you were stronger than him.

The moment his command has left his mind he soon regret it. Why would he even ask that? Bakugou was considered as one of the strongest in their year and his talent is already on par with Pro-Heroes. Shinsou was about to tell you to stop until he saw Aizawa-sensei signaling him not to intervene.

Throwing your bag on the floor, your body moved towards the blonde guy with vermillion eyes. Bakugou’s body shifted on defense mode when he saw how fast you came charging towards him. Your right leg hit Bakugou’s arms, taking a step back he shrugged his shoulders up and took the blow once again and started to shift into attack mode.  You were just standing in front seconds ago, the speed you show somehow left him stunned. This time he was able to dodge the incoming fist aimed at his jaw. Your moves were calculated yet precise. Each blow from your legs surely hit him and the way you dodge on his attacks was now starting to irritate him.

Stealth? Aizawa’s eyes widen as he saw you flinging yourself towards Bakugou, throwing your arms ready to pounce on the kid. Asui called out to their teacher but to no avail they didn’t get any response. “Let them be,” he soon spoke, looking blankly at everyone. “Move the chairs so they won’t get damaged.” He instructed.

Everyone started to back out when Bakugou aimed his hands towards you. Your legs were moving on its own, fists trying to aim at his vulnerable parts. A small smirk now playing on his mouth “Hey sensei,” he flinched when your right fist successfully hit his jaw, the left one aiming to add counter but he held your arm just in time before you can land another blow.

“I can go all out right?” Bakugou quickly looked at their teacher, feeling the sting on his right cheek. “She attacked me first.” Trying to dodge his way he decided to use his own quirk against you. Fire started to spark on his hands ready to show you that he is the strongest inside the room.

Shinsou was in awe on how graceful you move, dodging every punch and kick Bakugou was trying to aim at your small figure. The class knows that Bakugou was trying to limit the damage he was causing inside the room, only aiming the fire all out on you. Your body automatically turned and took a half step back dodging the fire explosion he released. You were so sure there was a blank look on your face but the excitement you felt was not because you were fighting someone strong but because someone actually had the audacity to control you without your body sensing the danger. Growing tired of the repetitive attacks your “enemy” was aiming at you, you decided to give up already. Bakugou pinned your body down and released another close range fire explosion at you. There’s no use in keeping it a secret now, huh you thought to yourself as you welcomed the fire coming at you. You turned your head towards your teacher, this is what you wanted from the start, no words were needed as everyone stood still processing what they just saw. Slapping your hand on your left cheek hard enough to make everyone flinched at the sound, you felt release from an unknown command taking over yourself.

Bakugou kept firing at you but the explosions turn into nothingness even before it reaches your skin. As if a thin layer of shield was covering you, all his attacks suddenly felt useless. Aizawa stood in awe, “She could defeat all of us here if she wanted to.” He recalls the words principal Nezu told him and the other teachers.

“That’s enough,” Aizawa takes a deep breath, eyes glowing red as he looked at Bakugou erasing his quirk. Kaminari and Kirishima tried to take a stunned Bakugou off of you, a dumb and confused look lingers on his face. But he refused to do so, not until a familiar scarf wrapped around his body and pulled him off away from you.

You lied there on the floor for a minute after Bakugou let your collared shirt go floating away all wrapped up. Covering your face with one bandaged arm, “I wanna know who did that.” You sighed, so much for a secret, you just revealed your quirk to the class in just one go.

You stood up slowly waiting for someone to respond to your question yet no one dared to answer. The next thing you know your “classmates” were now hovering around you asking you what just happened and how you did it, congratulating you that you were the first one to beat their top 1 in class.

Midoriya seemed to analyze what happened mumbling to himself as he hovers beside you. Curiosity struck Todoroki as he saw Bakugou’s attack was futile against you so he tried using his ice quirk when you started taking everyone’s handshake while introducing themselves.

“Todoroki Shouto,” he said plainly as ice started spreading on his right arm but soon stopped as it meets your hand.

“Did you just—“

“What is your quirk?” Todoroki politely asked interupting you. But before he could get an answer, Aizawa cleared his throat instructing everyone to get back to their own seats. He was still struck with the idea of you possessing Stealth as a Quirk but to see it with his own eyes confirmed Nezu’s theory. She can’t cancel it, she’s just putting a thin barrier against every quirk turning every attacks null and void, he thought to himself. But how come Shinsou’s brainwashing can control her? He pondered as he watches his student arranged their desks properly.

Standing on the little podium in front, “Now that all the commotion has stopped. We’re heading to training Ground Beta. You can go all out there,” Aizawa glances back at Bakugou then to you.

You sat awkwardly at the back avoiding your teacher’s gaze, everyone was acting as if nothing had happened at all. Whispering to the purple haired guy named Shinsou beside you, “Uhmm so what is Ground Beta?” you asked already feeling tired.

His purple eyes saw how troubled and confused you look unaware of what Aizawa-sensei was talking about. Shinsou opened and closed his mouth once or twice, trying to find the courage to tell you that he was the one that controlled you right after your introduction, but the sight of your furrowed brows told him other things. You felt your cheeks getting hotter every second as he kept his gaze on you, eyes not wavering even when you flicked his forehead.

“Has anyone ever told you that staring is really rude?” you muse off, cheeks now powdered with pink.

Clearing his throat, he scratches an itch behind his ear and tightens his lips, trying not to smile he awkwardly reply. “R-right. So— Ground Beta...”

“Yes?” you leaned close so you can hear his whisper.

Shinsou leaned in closer, feeling his breath fanning on your ears, “That’s a place where the Hero Class are training. Everyone are paired or grouped to fight one another. It’s a part of the hero course.”

“What?” you pushed your chair as you stood up in disbelief. You whipped your head towards your teacher only to sank back down to your seat.

Aizawa’s red eyes stared at you, his hair flaring upwards in warning when you interrupted him talking. “You’re included in this l/n. Everyone go get your costumes ready. I’ll wait on the training ground. You have 10 minutes to prepare.” With that said, Aizawa exited the doors, leaving you confused and somewhat lost inside the rooms of Class 1A.

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TXT is Normal Like You (sort of)

•ok, i bop to the songs but idk shit about txt. i thought it would be interesting to make a story on a group i know nothing about and see if i'm accurate or not.•

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*Soobin dances in a circle with the guys at a club*

Soobin: *sticks his tongue out while bodyrolling* "Ayeee lean back, aye lean back-"

*Heuningkai tries to grind on him*

Soobin: "HOMESLICE, BACK UP."

DJ: *speaks into the mic* "Are y'all ready for the next one?!?!"

*the crowd screams chaotically "YEAHHHHHH!!!!"*

*21st Century Girl by BTS starts playing*

Soobin: "FUCKKKKKKK THIS IS MY SONGGGGGGGG!!!" *starts jumping up and down*

*Taehyun takes 2 shots at once and starts dancing along to the beat*

Heuningkai: "ISN'T OUR BILL GONNA BE SUPER HIGH??"

Taehyun: "WHO CARES? WE CAN PAY IT!!!"

*the rest of the night is a blur until they get back to their penthouse around 2am*

Yeonjun: *jumps up and down* "HURRY UP I GOTTA PEE-"

Taehyun: "WAIT!" *turns the key and unlocks the door after multiple tries*

*Soobin breaks for the bathroom closest to them, shutting the door behind him*

Yeonjun: *pounds on the door* "OMG I'M GONNA EXPLODE WTF DUDE!!" *runs*

*the others drunkenly head to their rooms to sleep off their hangovers*

*as Soobin vomits into the toilet bowl, suddenly the door bursts open with his mom entering the bathroom*

Soobin's mom: "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS???"

Soobin: *retches into the toilet bowl* "Mom?...What are you doing here?"

Soobin's mom: "I STILL HAVE THE KEY. STAND UP."

*Soobin drowsily tries to bring himself up off of the floor*

*his mom slaps him upside the head, instantly waking him up*

Soobin's mom: "HOW DO YOU SPENT 1.2 MILLION DOLLARS IN 2 MONTHS???"

Soobin: "WHY DID YOU HIT ME???"

Soobin's mom: "ANSWER THE QUESTION."

Soobin: "I DONT KNOW. WE WERE JUST TRYING TO ENJOY THE MONEY WE GOT FROM TXT...YOU KNOW SINCE HYBE(Bighit) WENT BANKRUPT!"

*his mom hits him upside the head 3 more times, repeatedly*

Soobin: "MOM STOP-"

Soobin's mom: "YOU'RE MOVING BACK IN WITH ME. SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FRIENDS."

Soobin: *gags* "Wait." *gags* "Ok, it went back down- I DON'T WANNA LIVE WITH YOU-"

*his mom cuts her eyes at him*

Soobin: "I mean...because I'm an adult and I can handle my own business..."

Soobin's mom: "YOUR MONEY IS MY BUSINESS NOW. BE PACKED UP BY THE END OF TOMORROW..." *she leaves hastily*

*the next morning the boys are awaken by loud noises of Soobin putting stuff into boxes*

Taehyun: *sleepy* "Woah woah, what's going on?"

Heuningkai: "Aye, are we moving to a bigger space?"

Soobin: "No...my mom is pissed we're spending a lot of money and wants me to move back in with her."

*the boys gasp*

Soobin: "I know."

Taehyun: "We're good on money though."

Soobin: "I mean. I see her point but it's our money you know?"

Yeonjun: "Yeah! So what if we spend like $20k on a shopping haul at Polo? Or $1k at Chipotle so we can be healthy?"

Soobin: "I know right? HYBE is gonna come back eventually...right?"

Yeonjun: "Dunno. I heard Pdnim had to sell his beach house."

*they all gasp yet again*

Beomgyu: "Omg that's awful..."

Heuningkai: "I would literally cry if I had to sell my jet ski...No I would cry if I had to sell my yacht...Wait no..."

Soobin: "Anyways, do you guys mind helping me?"

Yeonjun: "Absolutely not. I almost pissed myself last night because of you."

Soobin: "You should've used the bathroom at the club then."

Yeonjun: "My ass and dick are not touching a public toilet seat or urinal. You can miss me with that..."

*Soobin shakes his head as he puts some books into one of the boxes*

Taehyun: "So, is there really nothing we can do? I mean I can call a moving company for you?"

Beomgyu: "Shouldn't we convince his mom to let him stay?"

Soobin: "There's no point. She's already made up her mind."

Hueningkai: "THIS SUCKS- We already RSVP'd to Blackbear's party next week bruh, so what are we supposed to do??"

*they hear the front door unlock; Soobin's mom enters calmly*

Soobin's mom: "Are you almost done?"

Soobin: "No, I still have a lot of stuff to get through..."

Soobin's mom: "You wouldn't have this much stuff if you didn't spend your money like a maniac..."

*Soobin holds his tongue trying not to backtalk her*

Beomgyu: "Uh, listen here Mrs. Soobin's mom, uh we want to say that you can't control Soobin anymore. It's his money and he can do whatever he wants. You know, respectfully."

Soobin's mom: *scowls at Beomgyu* "Get in the car Soobin."

Soobin: "No. I am grown, with my own money and priorities in life. You cannot control me...Mommy."

Taehyun: "Uh..."

Soobin's mom: "Get. In. The. Car."

Soobin: "No!"

*the vibe of the room turns very tense*

Soobin: "They're like my brothers mom...We want to stay true to our old group name...Tomorrow by Together..."

Soobin's mom: *crosses her arms* "So you're telling me you're gonna live together even in your 40s to stay true to 'TXT'?"

Yeonjun: "I wouldn't mind it."

Heuningkai: "Yeah it's fun getting drunk with them."

Soobin's mom: "Fine, whatever. If you guys want to go broke, do that, but don't come crying to me for a place to live."

Soobin: *jumps up and down and hugs his mom* "DON'T WORRY, I WON'T!!!"

Soobin's mom: *lets go of Soobin* "Alright, I'm leaving..."

Soobin: "LOVE YOU MOM!"

Soobin's mom: "Yeah yeah..." *leaves*

Taehyun: "Ayeee, we gucci?"

Soobin: *beaming* "Hell yeah we are~ So...y'all gonna help me unpack?"

TXT: "..."

Soobin: "Fine then."

[3 months later]

*the 5 dance in a circle on the dance floor at the same nightclub*

Taehyun: "AYEEEEEE!!!!!"

Yeonjun: *hits Tae's arm multiple times to get his attention* "WE GOTTA GO! I NEED TO PEE!"

Taehyun: "TOO BAD- GO TO THE BATHROOM!"

Yeonjun: "YOU KNOW I CAN'T GO IN THERE!!"

*Taehyun ignores him and goes back to dancing*

Yeonjun: "SHIT FORGET IT-" *runs off*

Soobin: "GUYS I'M GOING TO GET DRINKS-"

Heuningkai: "BRING US BACK SOME JELLO SHOTS!"

*Soobin walks up to the overcrowded bar to order drinks*

*after receiving the drinks, Soobin hands the bartender his card*

Bartender: "SORRY DUDE IT'S DECLINING!"

Soobin: "WHAT??" *hands him another card*

*it rejects*

Soobin: "HANG ON A SECOND PLEASE-"

*runs over to Taehyun, Kai, and Beomgyu to beg them for their cards*

Beomgyu: *stops dancing* "IT'S DECLINING??"

Soobin: "YEAH MAYBE IT'S JUST MY CARD ACTING WEIRD!"

*the boys hand Soo their cards and he runs back to the bar*

*all of them declining*

Soobin: "Omg no...No...CAN YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE SECOND PLEASE??"

Bartender: "GO AHEAD!"

*Soobin runs back to his group*

Soobin: "THEY ALL FUCKING DECLINED GUYS WE'RE SCREWED!"

Heuningkai: "WHAT ABOUT YEONJUN??"

Soobin: "SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT. WHERE IS HE??"

Taehyun: "DUNNO, PROBABLY PEEING SOMEWHERE. LET'S GO FIND HIM."

*after running around the club for 10 minutes, there is still no sight of Yeonjun so they go outside*

Soobin: "WHERE IS THIS FOOL AT???"

Yeonjun: *appears beside them* "Hey."

Taehyun: "Where were you???"

Yeonjun: "I gave up. I went across the street to pee at Starbucks."

Heuningkai: "That's very brave of you."

Soobin: "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DUDE CAN I USE YOUR CARD?? ALL OF OUR CARDS ARE DECLINING!!"

Yeonjun: "No worries, mine is too. They seriously tried to force me to buy something so I could use the bathroom but my card declined hehe. Whoops."

Beomgyu: "AHHHHHHHHHH SO WE'RE BROKE????"

Yeonjun: "Yeah I checked my account, $10."

Soobin: "Uh, hang on guys I'll be right back..."*walks away from the guys*

*dials his mom's number then starts crying the moment she picks up*

Soobin's mom: "Hey how-"

Soobin: "EOMMAAAAAAAA, MY CARDS DECLINEDDDDDDD!!!!!" *sobs*

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No. 9: The Body

Chapter One

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary: Eve, once a rebellious runaway had turned her life around through the help of others to now be a doctor. She tries to return the favor these days. When a mysterious man keeps popping up in her life, what will her natural talent for healing become when it finally meets someone else with abilities like hers? The introductory chapter.

Warnings/Tags: Meet Cute. Some medical/blood/injury stuff.

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From the view from her apartment window, only slightly obscured by the fire escape, Eve looked out on the gloomy sunrise falling over the New York City street below. The fog and steam from the light drizzle on the street grates blended with the haze of her coffee cup as she took a moment to gather herself, feel the calm at the moment before the chaos of her job began.

Eve was all about function over fashion these days. Her childhood had held many questionable punk ensembles and thrifted, or even stolen pieces that were worn down to bare threads. But now her clothes usually consisted of scrubs, so she opted for comfort usually. She savors the last of her coffee and the peace of her small home and makes her way out into the world to begin another long, chaotic 12-hour shift.

The phrase, “business as usual” couldn’t really apply to work in an Emergency Room but when you worked an ER in New York, literally anything could be called as such. So the day began, and so did the rush of decisions, needles, charts, and blood as the job called for. She changed out her off duty uniform of pants that compromised mostly of spandex. For the season warm fleece-lined leggings were her go-to currently. Her boots needed replacing, as she’d bought new sneakers for work but neglected her everyday ones. What a metaphor for her life that was. You couldn’t really wear anything but boots in the city winter as the mess on the streets would seep through anything else. She peeled off her layers of a tank top, t-shirt, hoodie, and jacket to stuff into her locker and got into her sterile looking and feeling scrubs that served as her protection from whatever the wild night of New York emergency room drama would unfold. “Doctor Corpuz to the ER please.” She heard the intercom over her headphones. It was already starting. —

The night had been average, traffic accidents, assault, chest pains, overdose, nothing that would throw Eve off her game. Her years of residency had assured that. As usual, she became drained the longer the night went on, hitting the caffeine hard to make it through the last hours.

“Uh, hey, Eve we’ve got this guy in room 3 and he’s being…. a bit belligerent,“ the woman rolled her eyes as she casually leaned on the counter “He’s scaring the intern, you might wanna go help deescalate.” A half-smile that made it clear that the news delivered was something said more times than either of them could count now. “Since you’re so good at it and all.” She cracks her gum and even though it’s delivered sarcastically, the jab was actually true.

“Ugh.. why do I have to be the one that’s good at this?” She huffs and shrugs with heavy arms as she throws a playful pout her friend’s way. “Why can’t you just go yell at them? It sure scares me.” Eve quips as she stretches to prepare herself.

“I already did and he did not respond well to authority so… in you go Mr. Rogers.” She hits Eve on the shoulder with the patient’s file and she dramatically grasps it.

“Tired of being good cop. Let me yell at the next one alright?” She says back as she walks away.

“Got it Doc.” She answers as she begins to walk away.

Eve takes a deep breath and focuses before entering the room, trying to bring up that positive side of herself for the task at hand.

“I told you what I told ya, alright?” She could see from the chart and the bleeding man lying on a bed in front of her in a stance all black and leather ensemble. Her first thought was oh god what did he get stabbed with? He looks like he’s been at some BDSM party that went south, in the bad sense, and fast. It was multiple stab wounds to the abdomen and he was ready to be sewn up but wasn’t agreeing to be still despite the pain medicine he’d been given.

“Hey, dude we can we just shhh a little? Bring down the volume a touch?” She asks as the black-haired man turned his head her way. His dark brown eyes were glazed and he was clearly feeling the pain pills. A heavy brow lay low and angry as he sized her up a bit slower than he was accustomed to.

“Who are you?” He asks with a bite.

“I could ask you the same thing. I’m the ER Doctor tonight, Eve Corpuz. And you are?”

“I’m nobody.” He answers at a lower volume.

“Well Nobody, looks like I’ve got to stitch you up. Would you mind if I got to it?” She snaps on her gloves as the nurse pushes a tray with her instruments on it towards her.

“I need to get out of here.” He says, voice now at a more acceptable volume.

“If you let me sew you up you’ll be out of here right after and then we’ll all be happy, alright?” She gives smile his way that was softer than her tone. “I think I’ve got it from here Sherry. I won’t be needing any help will I Nobody? I can sew you up real quick and we can get on with our nights? Since you seem so busy and all?”

He looks to the other nurse and back to the doctor, muscles still tense but in a much more passive body language. “Yeah…okay.” He nods and his clearly scowling eyes kept on the nurse.

“Alright we’re good here. I’ll finish up and you can get Mr. Nobody here some pain control to take home ready?”

“I’ll be back in with the forms.” She responds, another way to let the doctor know she would be close by. After a shared nod, they said, “Yes I’m sure.” She was left alone with the scowling stranger.

“I don’t like her.” He pointed and laid back down on the table.

“That’s fair.” Eve shrugs, seeing a calm and casual approach was working best. “I just want to get you as best prepared as I can to heal up well, alright? I’m not gonna hound you for info like they were. That’s not my job.” She gives a humorous smile as she preps the areas on his stomach.

He blinks at her, looking down at her hands as she touches the wounds, and his nose twitches from pain. He says nothing as his attention is averted and her tone not aggressive and being reasonable with him.

“This part is gonna hurt. I’m not gonna bullshit you alright? But it’s not as bad as being stabbed so… Got me?”

His eyes meet hers. his round and partially, deep-set against full dark brows and goatee against his brown skin. “What kind of doctor says bullshit?” He asks with a head tilt.

“The kind that gets shit done.” She smiles and shrugs. “I’ve been on the other side of this situation before, I know it sucks and I’m not here to be the bad guy. I’m not a snitch… a narc or whatever, I’m just Eve and I wanna help. Because I know what it’s like.” She says earnestly and he doesn’t detect any bullshit as she’d said. He could read people, and he found her a little odd but… genuine.

“You been stabbed before?”

“I have.” She nods. “It fuckin hurts doesn’t it?” She laughs and nods, testing the equipment.

“Yeah. It does.” He gives a huff with a more relaxed expression before wincing.

“Where did you get stabbed?” He asks, brain still trying to read her.

“In the arm.” She nods casually.

“Ow.”

“Yeah ow.” She smiles he continues keeping her focus on cleaning up her space and open her tools.

“Why?” he asks.

“Why did you get stabbed?” she gives him a no-nonsense glance

“I was saving a cat from a tree.” his testy tone was full of pain med induced confidence.

“So did the tree stab you or the cat stab you with a 4-inch blade?”

“The cat.” He responds was as snarkily as she had in their back and forth.

“Mean cat.” She replies with a more casual smile as they begin to feel each other out.

“Yeah. He was a real asshole.”

She begins tapping the area and he doesn’t react. “Think we’re good now. Don’t move, please?”

“Kay.” He nods and lets his head fall back. As she works he watches her face. “So how did you get stabbed?”

“Would you believe a cat got me too?”

He gives a little confused smile. “I wouldn’t actually.”

“Then we have that in common.”

He grunts in appreciation for her attitude. Guess he’d have to work harder to figure her out. She looked warm, yet severe and her faded tattoos peeking out from her collar and sleeves were proving very interesting to him. She didn’t look or more interestingly feel like a doctor to him. He was used to pretending to be things he wasn’t, but if she was, she was better than him at it.

“Looks like I need to get more stuff.” She mutters, looking around the room. She covers two of three wounds and sighs. “I’ll be right back okay?”

“Okay.” He says with a face that she believed. But it wasn’t the first time her caring nature would’ve been taken advantage of, and the entertaining stranger was gone when she returned to the room. Nothing but the blood left behind and a warm indent on the bed. He was good, she thought. Actually, she was downright impressed he got past her. It’d be a headache for paperwork later but a good story to tell at least.

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The next night the stranger named Nobody was the farthest thing from Eve’s mind. She was enjoying her take out, the container in hand, and chopsticks tapping to the playlist titled “classical: chill”. She’d made it to play when she studied in school and during residency and apparently she’d conditioned herself to be more relaxed while she played it.

The sun had just gone down and the winter chill was heavy around her windows. In her functional fashion, she wore sweats and slippers and layers topped with a hoodie. She was swaying and focusing on how good cold lo mein could be. The light of her standing lamp illuminating the solid rectangle of open space that was her kitchen and living room. Much like her fashion, it was cozy and functional. Nothing brash or bold, just neutral colors and lots of comforts.

Eve was winding down to sleep off her last shift, making some time to eat and enjoy herself before having to get back to it the next morning. Her dark hair was damp and twisted on top of her head, glasses mended with floss sat unsecured on her nose as she ate with her eyes closed. During the weeks where she had close shifts she usually took it easy on herself, her hours could vary wildly, and sometimes that worked in her advantage and sometimes it didn’t. But it wasn’t anything new to her. She figured if she made it through residency she could make it through anything, and right now the coziness, the juxtaposition of inside her little warm home and the biting January cold that lay just outside the windows. They sat with curtains that fell ceiling to floor, mostly drawn. Being on the third floor she had never been too worried about anyone seeing into her windows. But perhaps she should have been.

That, forgotten in this moment, Nobody was taking full advantage of the small space left by the curtains. He peered in, watching her. He drummed his gloved fingers over two healed fresh scared marks near his ribs. He could find anything sinister about her. She wasn’t any sort of plant in the hospital and she wasn’t there looking for him. She seemed like a nice enough woman actually, but he knew there had to be something he was missing.

He continued this for days. He would follow her around, trying to figure out what her deal was. He’d become a bit preoccupied with it, as was his nature. Since his return to the city, he’d been going from vigilante case to case to distract himself. It felt like old times in fleeting moments, but when the chaos that had surrounded him recently came rushing back at him, he wasn’t one to wallow in his sadness. Rather it hung around as he decided to go back to doing the thing he knew best. Without connects at the police anymore he was left with that familiar feeling of being a lone wolf . He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it, and it wasn’t on his list of things to contemplate soon. So a mystery woman, ironically enough was what the doctor ordered when it came to distractions.

So far she was pretty boring. As far as people with powers went, he guesses. She liked coffee, take out. Nothing that interesting, except that he was now totally healed, scarred and the pain was only a memory. She was a doctor, sure, but he’d never healed that fast in his life. He’d worked himself up to conspiracy theories of her using some new medicine that was being tested on civilians without their knowledge. But he found nothing of the sort. There wasn’t a lot on her when he searched her name. First-year doctor at a hospital, went to medical school and college, what you’d expect. She spent most of her time working, goes out with some women she works with on occasion, then went home. No following her to a seedy alley for a secret meeting or her making coded phone calls. No, she was just a woman who left her curtains open and he felt like he’d hit a wall on the investigation. So for now, she remained a collection of scribbled notes in his apartment.

His other antics, most that involved fighting and men with guns and knives, understandably led to frequent injuries for him, most ones he could handle. But it just so happened next time he got really hurt, he knew exactly which doctor to go to.

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Eve got there early, a shoulder gunshot wound and a split open brow. A not unusual combination. She approached the room, and no one but her seemed to recognize the man that lay in the bed.

She noticed he looked almost relieved at the sight of her, which she wasn’t used to.

“I got it.” She says a nod to the nurse as he approaches him.

“Listen, Doc you gotta get me out of here.” He begins.

“Yeah I knew that was you…” she gives him a side-eye. “I think you need either new hobbies or new friends because this is the second time in what… a month you’re in here?

“You do recognize me.”

“Of course I do you know how much of a pain in the ass paperwork is when you disappear?”

“No.”

“Clearly since you ran last time.” She says more severely as she begins the usual process again.

“Look, I saw an opportunity and I took it. Nothing personal.” he offers with a shake of his head. “ This time there’s gonna be cops and you can’t let them in here. They’ll see me and arrest me and I don’t want that.”

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why do they want to arrest you?”

“Because they think I did something.”

“Did you…?”

“No.”

She considers his eyes for a moment, whether he was being honest or not. “…What’s your name?”

“So you can tell the cops, yeah no thanks.”

“Fair…Then tell me how you got stabbed.” It was more of a demand than a request. A terms of service agreement for her involvement.

“I was after a bad guy and he fought back, then more bad guys showed up and one of them got me.” his response was as vague as he could get away with, they both knew that.

“You’re the good guy in this instance?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you some undercover…something-er-other?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Just a wanted criminal?”

“Wanted. Not a criminal.”

She sighs and he hisses as she begins to work on him. He notices her lips purse and her eyes making a decision beyond watching the work she was doing?

“Doctor Corpuz, there are some policemen that want to ask you some questions.

“Tell them I’m finishing up a procedure, to stay by the front desk and I’ll be out.”

“Yes, Doctor.” the nurse bows.

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

She stays quiet, finishing up sewing and reaching for a bandage. “Yeah.” she nods.

“Good, I didn’t want to have to hurt you.”

She swings her eyes his way in a clear glare that told him she did not find his joke funny. “You aren’t helping your case any random nobody who’s been stabbed multiple times in the past month. You clearly are good at making decisions, maybe I should tell them about you.” she retorts with more sting and she gives his stomach a harsher pat before moving away.

“Uh…it was..it would be funny if you knew me. I don’t want to hurt you…Eve Corpuz.” he glances at the tag and then her face.

“No, we’re back on a Doctor-patient relationship now.”

“But you’re still gonna help me get out?”

“Yes, fuck, I said I would already.” she shakes her head at him and motions for him to sit up. “I’ll have them at the front desk and distract them, and you go out the back way. You’ll get some attention, but not from them.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the coolest doctor they’ve ever met?”

“They haven’t actually. Usually, they’re too busy screaming in pain when we meet.” she cleans the space and begins to walk out the door as he catches her wrist.

“Thanks. Doctor. Eve. Whatever.”

“Well, you’ll owe me I guess. What good that does me when I don’t even know you’re name, huh? Just get out as quietly as possible, alright? Don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t.” he nods and releases his grip on her.

[vaguely-gestures-to-the-void]

Hindsight: My thoughts on Loki (2021)

Welcome back! Spoilers below!

I need to clarify that I watch Loki purely as an escape. I've got a biased perspective in that regard because I don’t actively try to find fault with the show, though there are definitely things I’m not so inclined to. This is more of what I noticed and think things mean and it’s something I’m doing for fun. Anyways, here's my thoughts on episode 2 my loves.

Episode 2: THE VARIANT

Pre-title scene

Miss Minutes’ monologue in the recap is different to the one last ep.

1985 Oshkosh, Wisconsin

C-20!

“Today’s guest performances” on a board. Don’t really know if it means anything tho.

The Iconic (TM) I Need A Hero scene.

Pony.

The green tent - the lair of Loki.

I know not everyone’s a fan of the lighting, but it made sense to me. They’re still in the dark about who Sylvie is.

Why does C-20 take off her helmet? For the drama?

I hope Sylvie cleaned her blade. Narnia taught me well.

The Time Samsung (I can’t remember what it’s called right now) says that the date’s 04/12/1985.

Loki’s first mission (?)

‘Volume 26’ - how many of these does Mobius have?? #giveMobiusajetski

“ONLY at your LOCAL AUTHORIZED DEALER” - subtext about the TVA being control freaks? Jet ski safety?

I googled Wake Magazine. They’re up to volume 20 from what I saw, whilst Loki is reading volume 26, so I guess that’s something

Loki and Miss Minutes lmaooo.

Behind Loki’s elbow is the taxidermy something from the last episode. Also confirms that Loki threatened Casey at Mobius’ desk lol.

The thing has an egg?? What the hell is Mobius collecting? (He’s a Harry Hart variant lmao).

There are little twitches in Miss Minnutes’ hands. That’s so cool!

The egg timer’s a nice easter egg (I’m a comedian).

Mobius! B-15! :)

Is it just me or do the minutemen look similar, but not exactly the same. Makes sense if they’re variants.

I just realised the lights are built into the ceiling. Whoops.

What’s Mobius’ favourite?

Couple of things:

The racks full of identical uniforms/ones just hung up on doors.

The music has started to pick up the pace, but not in the way we see later on in the episode.

There’s a sign saying ‘FARE THEE WELL’ on it. Google tells me that it’s ‘used to express good wishes on parting’. Dang that was some good foreshadowing!

The person that looks like Agatha is still present.

I wonder whether it was supposed to be colder or whether the weather was just like that when they filmed.

The pony’s still around.

I think B-15 certainty that “a Loki couldn’t have gotten the jump of C-20” comes from her experience with them. She constantly tries to make it clear that because she’s not a variant, she’d know Loki better than he would, which (personally) makes the revelation that she’s a variant feel more devastating.

Again with the lighting, they’re still in partial darkness, constantly moving in and out of the light. Whilst what Loki says about the variant setting a trap is true, it isn’t in the context that he says it. Sylvie whoops their asses later.

The black and red-orange flags remind me of tomb markers. It’s a stretch, ik.

B-15 only has tally marks on one side of her helmet.

Mobius has fake pockets in his suit jacket. They’re the worst.

The ticking increasing in tempo as they approach red line - great for setting up tension.

I believe that Loki uses personal space like a weapon - slowly approaching them from the front, and then going behind Mobius’ back when he wants his way. It would make anyone uncomfortable, especially on a subconscious level because there’s a threat behind you.

Or maybe it’s that I have different personal space boundaries, not everyone likes being approached from behind. Loki’s movement felt intentional at least.

Getting Mobius to physically turn his way because of that might have been very subtle manipulation?

Loki looking back and forth trying to judge their reactions lol.

I liked the music in this scene, it sets up tension for Loki’s first attempt at betraying Mobius but then doesn’t completely dismiss it when it’s resolved.

Ravonna Renslayer’s office

The music here is 18 morceaux, Op. 72, No. 2. Berceuse. 18 morceaux, Op. 72: No. 2, Berceuse (Arr. For Theremin and piano) by Clara Rockmore for anyone that’s curious. I found out through Natalie Holt’s Twitter (I think).

The score is, and always will be, perfection.

Mobius’ small talk amuses me.

“Why do you get to keep all the trophies from my cases in here, you don’t think I’d love having that roller skate?” Mobius, what about the thing on the shelf behind your desk????

Ravonna seems like she’s answered these questions before, but she has a fondness for him that makes me think they’re good friends.

Also does Ravonna have multiple complete collections of the Encyclopaedia Britannica in her office? What are those books??

“I hope it’s a double.” Me too Mobius, me too (drink responsibly).

I don’t get how people think Mobius doesn’t remember leaving the stains. It sounded like Ravonna was chiding him for a bad habit and Mobius just made up a remark, not confusion.

Although he does place the cup at a different spot to the rings.

The ship flying past in the windows is a wonderful detail.

“The variant likes to stall for time.” It's very satisfying to me how everything stays relevant. Every detail advances the plot/contributes to it.

“Look, I know you have a soft spot for broken things.”

“I don’t think so-”

“Yes you do.”

Both Mobius and Ravonna only look at the middle figure when referring to the time Keepers. Either the other two are side-lined or don’t contribute at all.

“I’ll delete him myself.” At this point in time, I think Mobius is serious. As the episode progresses, his status may have changed, especially after the Jet Ski philosophy session.

Ravonna’s sash on the peg reminds me of the ones the people talking to Casey were wearing in episode 1.

Man those doors are so cool.

Peak sitting outside the principal’s office energy.

Mobius whistles at Loki as opposed to talking to him like he does later.

Any screen shot from the following scene is pristine chaotic disaster bi Loki energy featuring tired-of-your-tomfoolery Mobius.

“Isn’t that precisely why I’m here?” This marked a change in Loki to me. Up until that point, he’d tried to use what he’d known, who he’d been by scheming his way to the Time Keepers. By admitting he wasn’t sure of his purpose, we’re back with the person at the end of the last episode. It’s very Loki to try all avenues to get what he wants, and after having his world turned upside-down a few times in a short period, maybe he just wanted the familiarity of his old tricks, who he thinks he is.

Loki tensing up and then trying to assert control again reaffirms what I just said.

Man, give Mobius a holiday after all of this. Loki really tested him, huh?

Loki definitely likes validation on some level.

TVA archives (a.k.a the Salad Scene)

I can’t believe that place really exists. The looks combined with the music are just *chef kisses*.

I’m not sure if I’m thinking of the right progression, but the music reminds me of a plagal cadence. Google examples and play it side-by-side, you’ll get what I mean, maybe someone knows what it really is?

On either side of the elevators near the Time Keeper statues are the signs TVA archives.

The symmetry pleases my goblin brain.

I believe the entire show was just flexing the skills of the Loki crew and I couldn’t be happier.

“Pretend your life depends on it. I’m gonna get a snack.” This was so funny in the trailers but Mobius is dead serious (delete him myself comment). And he couldn’t even enjoy his salad.

Love that the end of credits takes from some of the scenes in episode 2.

The archivist has neat glasses.

I want some TVA stationary y’all.

It’s that moment fam.

I can’t be the only one curious by the ‘DISPLACED by 000:000:002:162’. Is that in Units? It would explain why the time line looks slightly bendy whenever we see it, especially if Apocalypses are so frequent.

IT’S THE SALAD LADS!

Mobius is reading the magazine that Loki was looking at earlier. Jet skis are Mobius’ comfort character.

“Don’t set fire to the palace.”

Tom Hiddleston has so much energy, he can move so fast.

“Oh God.” - Mobius, Null Time Zone

“YOU.” - Casey, Null Time Zone

Casey!

No thoughts, head empty, the Salad (TM).

But seriously, people only seem to be at their tables with others that work in a similar section. Not hunters and analysts eating in tandem to me, folks.

Oh Casey. Please don’t hurt him.

Aw, Mobius’ little giggle warmed my heart. Owen Wilson’s giving me whiplash with Mobius. My heart can’t take this y’all.

79 AD Pompeii, Italy

They’re both so giddy, Your Honour, I love them.

Mobius snuck them out lol.

“Bird noises?”

“BE FREE MY HORNED FRIENDS, BE FREE!” The post wouldn’t be complete without this.

Loki just throwing food at people and telling them “...enjoy your last meal while you can” is top tier comedy to me.

This is the first time we see Loki openly say nothing matters. I feel like the case file on the destruction of Asgard really pushed him to treat fate as unchangeable.

LXXIX is 79. Nice one Loki crew!

Mobius’ eye twitching as he checks the variance is a nice touch.

Loki throws away the stick that was holding the goat pen closed at the end.

TVA Archives, TVA cafeteria

Mobius picked up those files so smoothly I had to re-watch it.

Their position reflected what they were talking about - when Loki thinks it’s his individual contribution, he’s walking separately to Mobius, but they meet up when working together. I loved the blocking in that little moment.

I seriously thought that Loki was unconscious when I first saw him asleep around Mobius. I’ll admit it, it felt out-of-character for someone with such bad trust issues. Both of them seem pretty tired tho.

It’s the Jet Ski conversation comrades!

I’m beaming. Mobius talking about Jet Skis was the only time I’ve really remembered it’s Owen Wilson talking. It’s such a fun line to think about!

Loki’s smile. Adorable.

Just go watch the scene, it’ll give you good brain juices.

Mobius does it all for the Jet Skis and nothing else. I don’t make the rules, the Time Keepers do.

“My own glorious purpose.” This is a recurring theme in the season. Ultimately, I think that Loki is going to run for as long as it brings in money/until Loki gets killed again. However, I do like to think that in following seasons we’ll move beyond setting up Phase 4 Marvel stuff and just get deep dives into Loki’s character, though it may happen in the later eps or not be as interesting. Part of what made this show so interesting is the new setting in the Marvel universe but it’s hard to make predictions as to whether it will last in a show featuring the God of Mischief. Whatever happens, I’m happy that we got to see Loki’s existential crisis together, lads.

The music picks up, signalling that this quiet moment is about to end.

“No one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is every truly good.”

“Scared little boy.”

These lines mean a lot to me. Loki perceives Mobius as an equal, similar to himself but not completely identical. The TVA’s whole aesthetic is Kafkaesque (Disney+ used that word), the imperfections keeping the place from looking mechanical and orderly like what the TVA promotes itself to be. Loki wants Mobius to acknowledge it, but Mobius is in the past, not addressing what’s right in front of him, surrounding him. That’s probably because Mobius doesn’t believe, he accepts what he’s been told though Loki wants to change that. He’s still focused on his job, the variant. I don’t think Mobius will struggle against change in the ‘belief’ part as long as things are rational.

Kate Herron (director) said that the Kablooie scene was improv which makes me wish we had more B roll of Owen and Tom. They seem so professional, invested and fun on set.

“No wonder you’re so bitter.” I’m sorry Mobius you sound as salty as your salad.

‘Artificially flavoured chewing gum’ Has something happened causing artificial flavouring to be preferred?

‘Blue’ has canonically changed to ‘Bloo’ by 2050 in America in the MCU. I blame capitalism.

Why does Mobius look so tiny? I say that like Owen Wilson wouldn’t look like a giant next to me lol.

Owen Wilson is 3.5 inches (9 centimetres) shorter than Tom Hiddleston. Yet he is dwarfed as Mobius. I need to stop talking about this and move on.

There’s no ‘variance energy detected’ line in the report.

“You’re gonna take my job if I’m not careful.” Loki looks so chuffed.

One day, I’ll properly address my thoughts on the shipping. Until then, I just want no one to die.

“Yeah, he’s doing great.” Mobius is so hyped. Good for him.

Owen Wilson has dimples.

Ravonna’s screen doesn’t show the timeline like it does later.

Ravonna is the done mom friend. Sane, undeserving of this, please give her a jet ski moment.

Buckle up folks because the last twenty minutes of this episode are my favourite so far.

At 34 minutes in, we get the music fading in with “Okay. But Mobius...” and a transition to my favourite composition so far. Natalie Holt outdid herself. The soundtrack is nearly constant, there’s no break for a moment of clarity anymore. The progression of events is inevitable, tying the bow on a plot line created in an hour and a half. The little embellishment from the strings (possibly) as Mobius and Loki exit is perfect. Combined with Loki’s raised fist leading to a pan to the ceiling, it prepared the audience for everything being turned upside down.

The changing camera angles and shot lengths (the continuous shot when B-15 takes the knives, the circling behind as the briefing occurs) keep viewers on their toes. The continuous shot is fluid, B-15 doesn’t look at Loki or Mobius, her reaction is natural and that just proves that the timing on that scene was impeccable. The circling behind reminded me of Loki positioning himself behind Mobius as he did earlier, but now he’s on the same side, part of the team though he continues to distinguish between himself and the variant. The building sensation that change is coming is met by the incredible swell in the music as we watch the picturesque Haven Hills get destroyed by modern technology and face the terrifying reality that is the Roxxcart store. There’s a close up on the Roxxcart storefront with school buses with the words ‘Evacuation shuttle’ in the background as we see the TVA’s minutemen come out reinforcing that even when the end is nigh, large corporations will loom over. A storm is raging with worse to come. I can go on and on, but you get the point.

2050 Roxxcart Disaster

I love that y’all are calling this the Alabama supermarket breakup. Makes me chuckle, that’s for sure.

I too hate when people can hear my footsteps. Someone that gets the struggle.

Sylvie places the TVA Samsung over a Roxxcart Security manual. She’s overridden both and is in control.

The date is 03/15/2050.

I think that the way the Hunters and minutemen hold their baton things is so that they don’t get yeeted. Neat.

As always, the beats are slick yo.

I hope the Azaleas guy gets some Azaleas wherever he ended up.

I love the way Loki says “In this storm.” It’s so satisfying for no real reason.

The wonderful Wunmi Mosaku does not get the recognition she deserves for this scene. She switched from B-15 to Sylvie so effortlessly. They’re two distinct characters, her facial expressions, body language everything changed in that instant. Even from the one line, “No, they usually survive,” her delivery had changed in a way that was noticeable. It’s uncanny, exactly what was needed when facing a foe that remained unseen. And the smile? It’s before we know the variant as Sylvie, so naturally it’s that signature Loki smile with a hint of malice we associate with the variant. Damn y’all, Wunmi’s incredible! I really hope she’s recognised for being so talented in this series, if not in all her other work!

Mobius really cares about those people. I really want his redemption (?) arc.

It’s been pointed out that even in those conditions, Roxxcart were selling blankets and water. I think it means that by 2050, cash would be defunct. If only electronic payment existed, as long as there’s electricity they can run a business. Chew on that.

If the man they speak to is 50 to 60, he was a 90s kid.

There must be a difference in the reprogramming or kind of variant selected to be a hunter as compared to an analyst. The Hunters look after their own, but the analysts (or Mobius) go as far as empathising with variants.

C-20 is sitting in front of safety standards.

“A bit amateurish.” Loki knows that the variant isn’t as skilled with magic as he is.

As Loki and the possessed people walk, the lighting becomes brighter. He’s moving out of the shadows.

Me too Loki, I’m worried about B-15 too.

Sylvie unironically saying bless is hilarious.

Randy must be hella tall.

There’s a low angle shot as Loki and Randy face off with the flickering light above with a sign hanging above them like a sword of Damocles and a physical separation. Terror is nearly constant in Loki's life now, but he responds by letting go of his drive to survive.

The subtle swells in the music just add to my rising blood pressure.

C-20’s voice over is sad lads.

“I wanna go home,” we know she’s not referring to the TVA.

Mobius seems like a caring person.

When B-15 sits up and searches the room, I think it’s her realisation. Her shiver was from fear and shock, the music wasn’t about her not seeing Loki, it was about the TVA and what had happened to her.

The head snap and the score timing matching. So satisfying.

“I would never treat me like this. Hi.” I think that’s Loki realising that his foe is not willing to talk their way through conflict.

This fight scene contradicts all the magic we see later ik, but if he didn’t want to hurt anyone and was trying to draw out the real enemy it made sense.

Some of Sylvie’s powers must come into the people she possesses. The guy punched a glass screen and didn’t even bleed.

“I have shit to do.” Sylvie wasn’t raised with court etiquette (from what we know) and her lexical choice reflects that.

Dell computers survive into 2050 in the MCU. So do those robot dogs and Roombas. I am only happy about the Roombas. Where did the real dogs go? :(

“Mobius.”

“Where is he?”

“I lost him.”

“What happened?”

“I...”

Until now, B-15’s delivery has felt slightly rhythmic, like she was used to having the same arguments, particularly with Mobius. When she trails off however, I think it’s her trying to rationalise what she’s been through with Sylvie’s possession. Her devotion to the TVA was rooted in the fact that she wasn’t a variant, her life had a purpose and it was intentional. This must have rocked her, I’m invested in where she’ll go.

THE CUT TO BLACK OH GOOD GOSH.

Sylvie, my queen. I’d roll off a cliff for her.

The person with the moustache (you know the one) has pure fear on his face.

Ravonna knows what’s up.

And so do you, yes it’s the music, go listen to it.

THE RED LIGHTING

The zoom out to that incredible hallway shot and then stopping behind the time door. It was never about him after all, he was in the background of her plans.

Sylvie’s wave in Roxxcart vs. Loki’s on the train. Discuss.

The blackout, thunder and Loki’s pause under the flickering red and white light, do y’all really want me to talk about the s y m b o l i s m????

He’s conflicted, you know it, I know it, Mobius knows it.

Speaking of Mobius, there he is, we cut back to Loki and see him make his decision, zooming back in on him.

And with that final flourish in the score, we are done with episode 2!

Cue the most amazing end credits score you’ll ever hear.

Do yourself a favour, listen to all of it, including the part after the main credits, both are Works. Of. Art.

Ep 2 review

In case you didn’t notice, this is my favourite episode so far. There are parts I didn’t take to as much, but details from the previous episode being used in the plot as well as others being explained by Sylvie in episode 3. Rewatching it was easier than episode 1 though it left me wanting more. It will get more interesting from here, but until then, that was a fun romp.

See y'all next time. I hope whoever's reading this has a wonderful day!

Part 1, Episode 1 extend review link:

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Horse Power.

The Nest’s writer-director Sean Durkin talks about creating atmosphere, watching films without judgment, and the best movies of 1986.

Downfalls in Hollywood movies tend to be chaotic, dramatic and a lot of fun along the way. From Citizen Kane to The Wolf of Wall Street, outsized ambitions are realized on screen in castles, exotic holidays, wild parties, sweeping us up in the extravagance of it all, before the inevitable crash. The Nest takes a slower, far more British view of ambition and its effects on family—or, as Charlie writes, “this movie is a reminder that people who call themselves entrepreneurs should instead be stay-at-home dads”.

The new film from writer-director Sean Durkin, the brain behind cult-survivor slow-burn Martha Marcy May Marlene, is less “strap in and enjoy the ride”, more “slow disintegration of all sense of sanity”—a tense psychological drama focused on the person who usually gets hurt the most: the wife. And that horse-lovin’ dream wife Allison, as played by Carrie Coon, is a character to behold (and the subject of many obsessive The Nest reviews on Letterboxd).

Just as Durkin takes time to carefully explore Martha’s vulnerability in his earlier film, in The Nest, he closes in on Allison, as she and their children adjust to 1980s life in an English manor, far from the comfort of Allison’s American home, while wheeler-dealer husband Rory (Jude Law) chases a new opportunity.

There are thematic similarities in both films; a case to be made that ambitious men wreak a comparable mental destruction on their families as cult leaders do on their followers, breaking them down with charm, persuasion, false promises. There’s also something about the juxtaposition of periods in the film—the fifteenth-century manor vs the ’80s bangers on the soundtrack—that adds to The Nest’s unnerving atmosphere (other parts of the soundtrack are composed by Arcade Fire’s Richard Reed Parry in his first film-score credit).

Keen to understand more about Durkin’s influences and memories, Jack Moulton put him through the Letterboxd Life in Film interrogation.

Carrie Coon as Allison O’Hara in ‘The Nest’.

The Nest feels like a very personal film. In what ways are the emotions of the premise personal to you? When I was making Southcliffe in 2012, I was back in England where I spent my childhood and I hadn’t been back in close to twenty years. It really struck me how London and New York felt very similar now but they didn’t when I was a kid. I thought maybe I wanted to make a film about a family that moves in that time and how a move can affect a family. As I wrote the script, I became a parent, so it became as much a reflection of modern adulthood as it did about my childhood in the ’80s. Although it’s a period piece, I wanted to make it feel very close to today to look at the celebrated values of the time and how those are still very relevant.

The mansion the family moves into is the titular ‘nest’, and the use of space and atmosphere contribute so much to the film’s subtext. What were you looking for when location scouting for the house? Was it an easy or difficult process? Yeah, it was difficult. It was like doing an open casting call. I had a very specific idea in my head but [my production designer] was able to put it into actual architectural terms so we were able to find a house that a successful commodities broker would live and commute from in Surrey. We needed something beyond that, but if you go too far, you get small castles. Once we located the right exterior, there were a bunch of [houses] that would’ve been great, but when we got inside, there were no open spaces. I wanted to have long hallways to be able to see through multiple rooms to create that isolation—the opposite of the cozy American house that they were living in before, to really highlight the good life they left behind.

Carrie Coon and Jude Law in ‘The Nest’.

We love the soundtrack; not just the choice of songs but the way that they’re mixed. Can you give us some insight into the song selection? When writing, I build a playlist that I write to. This one was a mix of personal memories from childhood—like Simply Red, which takes me back to falling asleep in the back of my dad’s car—so there’s a way into writing there on a sensory level, and then I build upon it with songs that I love from the time. I was listening to Richard Reed Parry’s Music for Heart and Breath album a lot and he ended up being the composer of the film, so his music was always part of the heart of the movie as I was writing it.

I would spend my drives to set with my assistant talking about music and he would turn me onto some stuff that would make it into the movie. It was a mix of a long-running preparation and things that I pick up in the moment then making that all work at the right level so it feels of the world. Like with The Cure, we actually played that off a tape cassette when Allison walks into the room.

Since your debut feature in 2011, you’ve had a prolific career in television and as a film producer; you’re a founding member of Borderline Films with fellow directors Antonio Campos and Josh Mond. Do you see yourself more as a producer who only occasionally directs films yourself? No, I don’t really consider myself a producer. I’ve produced movies for filmmakers and friends and I help people where I can. I’m not someone who’s out getting properties and thinking about how to put together a film, I’m only thinking about my own work as a writer and a director. Between finishing Southcliffe in 2013 and The Nest in 2018, I had a five-year gap where I was developing lots of projects one after the other—two features and a television show—that were both so close to [being greenlit] but something fell through, which was really bad luck.

What film made you want to become a filmmaker? The Goonies and Back to the Future were those movies as a kid that first made me want to make movies and tell stories, but the moment where I realized what filmmaking is was seeing The Shining. I saw it for the first time when I was eleven or twelve and a friend showed it to me because his older brother had the VHS. It was my first time understanding atmosphere and direction and I just had a sense that I could do it too. It was a really crucial moment, and I kept that thought to myself for a very long time.

Cinematographer Mátyás Erdély shoots Carrie Coon in Soho.

What’s your scariest film that is not technically horror? AKA, your area of expertise. Oh man, scariest? Something I’ve watched recently is The Vanishing and it’s probably one of the most unsettling films I’ve ever seen. It was incredible to rewatch it because I’d last seen it when I was in college—I watched everything back then—and I’d also seen the American remake, so when I watched it this time, I was trying to remember things [that were different] from the remake. I was like “he’s gonna get out, right?—oh no, that’s in the American version!” I find it an astonishing movie. There’s a real human element to the pain of the killer.

Let’s nerd out: what’s your top film of 1986, the year that The Nest is set? [Laughs] I’ve no idea what came out in 1986. Can I look up a list and I’ll tell you? Let’s see, films of 1986… This is fun! Alright, “popular films of 1986” I’m seeing: Blue Velvet, Short Circuit, Stand by Me, Platoon, The Color of Money, what else have we got here? River’s Edge… Pretty in Pink… Ferris Bueller’s Day Off—Ferris Bueller’s gotta be up there. Big Trouble in Little China! That’s it! I’m sure there’s other things, but from my quick search, I’d say Big Trouble in Little China. That was a movie that was always on in my house because it was one of my dad’s all-time favorites.

Which is Jude Law’s best performance? I love The Talented Mr. Ripley so much. I constantly rewatch that movie—it’s perfect. I also loved him in Vox Lux recently.

Sean Durkin and Jude Law on the set of ‘The Nest’.

What is the best film about marriage and why does it resonate with you? Shoot the Moon was really influential for me. I’d say it’s a bit more about divorce and family than it is about marriage but [it depends on] if you take the ending to mean that they’re going to stay together—I kind of do. You could say a separation is part of a marriage. I love that movie for how it finds light in humor. Albert Finney is struggling with his masculinity where, even though he’s the one who left, he still thinks he owns it all, and Diane Keaton is quite liberated by this scenario. It’s like their journey to find language again. I find it very beautiful.

Which film was your entry-point into international cinema? I’m trying to think back to what I would’ve seen, there certainly wasn’t a lot growing up. In college I really discovered Michael Haneke and Michelangelo Antonioni. L’Avventura made a huge impact on me. I think [because of the way] the mystery kind of dissolves and it’s about the journey, not the solution.

What film do you wish you’d made? I don’t. Filmmaking is personal and it’s so much an expression of perspective when done with care and love—though obviously, there’s stuff that’s just churned out. I never see something and say “I wish I made that”. One of the things I find hard is when people critique films and say they would’ve done this differently. I’ve become very sensitive to that over time because every choice you make as a filmmaker is so specific and thought out. I try to consume movies without knowing anything about them or making any kind of judgment. I just let them be what they are and wash over me.

Which newcomer director should we all keep our eyes on? I don’t think I’m looking out for new stuff necessarily. Once I get to see something, everyone else already knows about it. One person I would say is Dave Franco, who I just worked with on The Rental. I was an executive producer and I was a creative bounce-board for Dave through the process. It’s his first film and it’s astonishingly directed. We were getting dailies from the first week and we were like, “This is his first movie? This is insane!” I think he will do some exciting things.

Finally, what’s your favorite film of 2020 so far? I was absolutely blown away by Eliza Hittman’s film Never Rarely Sometimes Always. I miss having retrospectives at local theaters, which I’m always keyed into no matter the city I’m living in. I’ve started watching a lot of Criterion Channel and I watched a movie recently that’s taken over my brain: Variety, by Bette Gordon, from 1983. It’s set in New York City around Times Square, and it’s this incredible journey that this woman goes on that captured my mind.

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Everything Carrie Coon watched during quarantine (and the best of that huge list)

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7 seven days in Hell [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

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Summary : Reader have an accident and stay in the coma for seven days. Roger don’t leaves her side during all the week /b>

Note :Thank for the request babe, hope you like it !!!  

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"Where the fuck his my wife ?" Roger yelled angrily at the poor nurse who had no idea what was going on. "(Y/N) Taylor ! I get a call telling me a car hit her ! Can you fucking answer me ?"

"Roger stop it !" Brian scoffed at him and offered an apologetic smile to the woman, at the edge of the tears after the drummer’s outburst. "Could you please ask a doctor where we can find our friend ?"

She swallowed thickly, nodding ferociously and practically ran away, following by Roger’s burning gaze.

“Fucking useless” Mumbled the blond, his fingers drumming nervously on the hospital counter, his heart beating abnormally fast.

"I know you’re scared Roger but terrorising this young lady won’t help you find (Y/N)” The guitarist pressed a friendly hand on his shoulder. "She’s gonna be okay”

“You don’t know that" Replied weakly Roger, his head bowing under the weight of his worries. "What if it’s really bad Brian ? I can’t live without her" He rubbed his glossy eyes hiding behind his sunglasses as the brunette shook energetically his head.

"She is will be fine, you know her, (Y/N) is strong”

"Mr Taylor ?” The drummer almost jump on the woman wearing a white blouse, a serious expression on his face.

"Yes it’s me ! Please, tell me my wife is okay" He gripped tightly Brian’s forearm, knuckles white under the harsh pressure.

"Your wife had been pretty badly hit by a car earlier this morning, causing a broken ankle and multiple concussions" Roger swallowed every of her words, his chest heavily pumping. "Now, the part which worry me is her head. She bang against the road rather roughly and an internal bleeding it a possibility. We are going to do scanner but she will certainly need an operation"

Roger was pale like a ghost. Internal bleeding. Operation. He didn’t like the sound of these words at all. The rest of the explanations didn’t reach Roger’s ears, his blood was pulsating to loudly to hear anything.

**

Roger felt like he was waiting for hours, Freddie joined them as soon as Brian called him but John was in holidays with his wife, it was useless to make them worried without any more answers about your health.

"I’m gonna become fucking mad" Grunted the drummer who was outside, smoking cigarette after cigarette, eating alive by his nerves.

“She’s gonna—"

"I swear Brian if you say one more time (Y/N) is gonna be alright, I’m using your mouth as an ashtray" Stated the drummer, his jaw clenched roughly.

"We should go back inside boys" Freddie said before Brian could answer to Roger, both of them tense from the long waiting.

They waited few more hours before fucking finally a nurse called Roger.

"The operation went well but the damage are more important than the doctor initially thought, they had to put her in an artificial coma to let her body rest”

"What ? F— for how long ?” Roger’s fingers were tugging anxiously on his blond locks, it was a nightmare. “Is she gonna be okay ? Can I see her ?”

"We can’t tell, she could wake up in few hours or in few days, nothing is certain" The nurse gave him a nod, motioning him to follow her. "You can see her now, the doctor will come see to give you more information"

The drummer pinched his lips, almost making them bleed as he arrived in front of your room, Freddie and Brian behind him.

"(Y/N), shit baby” The blond was on you side in a second, looking at your asleep frame through his watering eyes. "I’m so sorry baby, I should have drop you off, not letting you walk by yourself" His thumb slowly rubbed your cheek, the one which wasn’t bruised, his body shaking with quiet sobs.

He felt so powerless, watching you laying on this hospital bed, your pretty face covering with cuts and concussions...it made him sick. He couldn’t do anything except wait for you to wake up.

**

Roger spent the night with you, sleeping on the very uncomfortable chair but he couldn’t physically move from the room. He just couldn’t let you here all alone, no way. Visitor weren’t allowed to stay overnight but it was Roger Taylor and after a tantrum and a ridiculously big cheque to help the renovation of the hospital, he was welcome to stay with you.

In the morning you weren’t still awake and Roger stared the whole day at your face, wishing for the smaller sign of you awaking but nothing happen.

**

The second day, Freddie went by in the morning, with the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find, trying to cheer up his friend. It was a sweet gesture but pretty useless, Roger was moping around all day, pressing your hands in his own, begging you to wake up.

Brian went check out later that day, bringing some dinner with him for his band mate, knowing very well he certainly didn’t eat anything. He didn’t talk a lot either, responding with nods and grunts but nothing more.

**

On the third day, Roger’s nails were bloody after too much biting. He couldn’t go out for a smoke, terrified at the idea of you, waking up all alone in the hospital’s room, thinking he wasn’t by your side.

He started talking to you, random facts about things that happened during touring or sometime he was just crying, telling you how much he missed you and how worried he was.

The stupidities on the TV were making him crazy so he switched it off, sinking further in his chair at the horrible silence. The silence was making him even more talking, rambling about anything which could stop the quietness of the room.

**

On the fourth day, Brian forced Roger to take a shower in the bathroom of your private bedroom, he also brought fresh clothes and Roger’s notes about potential new songs.

“You got plenty of free time in here, use it wisely" If look could kill, Brian would be immediately erased from planet earth.

The guitarist didn’t mean to be nasty, of course not, he just wanted to find something to change his friend’s mind during this hard time.

"Maybe she would like to hear about this cheesy song you were hiding from her last time” Roger’s cheeks went red immediately.

"It’s not cheesy !” He grumbled something but took the papers from Brian’s hands, earning a relieved smile from the brunette.

Later in the evening, after Brian’s departure, Roger read out loud the half song he wrote about you, wishing you could hear him.

**

The fifth day went more chaotic. Jim and Freddie went by, bringing more presents for your formal hospital room. Freddie claiming that no one would like to wake up in a such depressive room. "I mean, look at theses bright lights darling, absolutely awful ! And these horrible grey curtains ? Make me want to vomit” The singer stayed dramatically as he hanged a heart balloon on your bed.

Roger ate half of sandwich, his hand still glued to yours, making the task not really easy but the couple didn’t even try anything. They knew how stubborn he could be.

"I’m sorry, is this (Y/N) Taylor’s room ?" A man, looking in his early forties was standing awkwardly in the embrace of the door.

Roger just grunted for all answer, getting bad vibes from the weirdo.

“It is,yes. Do you know (Y/N) ? A friend from work maybe ?" Freddie shook his hand and smiled nicely to man. "Oh look Rog, he brought (Y/N) a box of chocolate ! Aren’t he sweet ?" The singer cooed, trying to relax the atmosphere.

"I...I’m not a friend from work" His words caught Roger’s attention, reluctantly taking his gaze away from you to stare at the unknown man. "I’m sorry...it’s me who hit her with my car..." Freddie gasped and Jim closed his eyes for a second, already knowing was coming next. "I just wanted to know if she was okay...I never wanted to hurt her it was an acci—"

Roger slammed him roughly against the wall, his face red and veins popping up on his neck, he was furious.

“Does she look okay for you asshole ? I’m gonna fucking murderer you ! Look what you done to her !" He royally ignored Freddie and Jim’s plaiding, his fingers tightening around the shirt of the man. "Look what you did to my wife ! You could have kill her fucking wanker !" He threw him on the ground and punched him square in the face.

"Roger, it’s enough !” Jim grabbed the drummer by the shoulders to push him away from the man but he was firmly sitting on him, hitting the man roughly. "Roger stop !"

"I don’t even know if she’s gonna wake up ! Because of you and your stupid car !" The blond was yelling furiously but his cheeks were soaking by tears, your sleepy body right on his sight. "It should be you in this fucking bed, not (Y/N) ! She don’t deserve any of that ! I swear if she don’t wa—"

"For god’ sake Roger stop !" Jim finally managed to drag the drummer away, locking them in the bathroom as Freddie checked on the other man. "Listen to me Roger, Listen !" Jim wrapped his arms around him, keeping still the blond who were trying to go back to the man.

"He did that to her Jim ! I— I can’t lose her ! I can’t !" He tried few more times to escape from his embrace but it was weaker, his head falling onto Jim’ shoulder as he cried silently. "I just want her back" He chocked out, Jim’s hand rubbing softly his back.

"I know Roger, I know it’s hard but the violence is not the answer, even if this asshole did deserve the first punch" The blond stifled a weak chuckle and slowly broke the hug, wiping his puffy eyes. "But you can’t do that again, if someone had see you, you could have been ejected from the hospital, Rog. And I’m sure you don’t want that”

The drummer nodded in agreement and winced at his bruised knuckles, you hated when he was involved into a fight. You were usually the one to take care of him after.

"(Y/N) is going to kill me" Roger murmured as he put his hands in the sink, rinsing then with cold water. "I swore to her to stop hurting myself in stupid fights”

"I’m sure she will do an exception for this one” Jim winked at the blond who smiled sadly.

When they went back in the room, the man was gone and Freddie was picking up the mess caused by the fight.

"You’re okay darling ?” Roger shrugged at Freddie’s question and sat back next to you, taking your hand into his, ignoring the throbbing pain in his knuckles.

"I’m sorry for the mess baby, I know you need quietness, not fucking fuss like that” He murmured to you with a deep sigh. He was tired of waiting.

**

On the sixth day, Brian brought one of his guitar for Roger. The blond knew how much you loved when he played guitar to you, which didn’t happen often as he was usually banging his drums energetically.

His fingers were swollen and hurtful but that didn’t stop him to play random songs you liked, his sad voice echoing through the room.

Roger didn’t notice until your accident how much your were important in his life. He knew he was completely crazy for you, that why he married you but right now...he never felt worse. Life without you was just sad and fucking lonely.

"Please (Y/N), wake up. I need you so much. I’m fucking lost without you" The drummer pressed several light kisses on your hands, not wanting to hurt you. "I didn’t have a real meal since your accident and I know who gonna be mad at me. I showered only once in six days, I didn’t clean the concussions on my fingers and now they are all swollen and fucking hurt. I’m being really dumb without you around. I really need my darling wife back, please baby"

**

On the seventh day, Roger woke up under soft touches on his hairs, light as a feather. You were awake and a tiny little smile was painted on your bruised face, your eyes still heavy from all the drugs. The drummer was sure it was a dream, too beautiful to be real and honestly, he never wanted to wake up.

"What—" You throat was dry and rough but Roger jumped on his feet at the sound. It wasn’t a dream, you were finally awake. "What happened to— to your fingers Roger ?” You whispered with a painful voice and a slight frown of your brows.

Roger bursted in laugh. You woke up in a fucking hospital bed and the first thing you asked was what wrong with your husband’s hands. Of course. You pouted when his laughs became cries, ugly and loud ones. He sat back and rambled through his sobs, his lips kissing yours a least a thousand times.

"Don’t you ever dare leave me like that (Y/N)" He murmured as his chest going up and down quickly. "I thought you weren’t gonna wake up baby, I thought I lost you"

"I’m here Roger" You weakly replied, trying to process everything that was going on. Seven days of coma was scary, if it had been Roger instead of you in this bed, you would certainly have lost it. "I’m sorry you had to go through that" You gently stroke his wet and burning cheeks with your fingers, his eyes closing under the soft caress.

You never saw Roger looking so vulnerable before, it made your heart sunk.

“I love you (Y/N), so much. These seven days without you have been fucking hell" He opened his big glossy eyes, leaning further into your touch, like a kitten craving for some more rubbing. You slid your hand into his hairs, slowly brushing off the knots from his dirty locks. "I’m sorry I smell, I didn’t shower a lot this week"

"That’s okay, I didn’t either" You joked with a little smile as the drummer shook his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Too soon to joke about ?" He nodded timidly and sniffled, the sound compressing your chest. "Come here babe” You tugged onto his neck to bring him closer to you, lips brushing together. Slowly and carefully. "I’m really sorry"

“‘s not your fault (Y/N) but I’m serious, never again. Just stay with me ‘kay?”

"Pinkie promise Rog” You wrapped your little finger with his and both of you giggled at the childish gesture. "Can you do something for me babe ?”

“Everything, tell me” The blond was already half standing, ready to do anything for you. You could him ask to jump naked from the bloody window, he would not even think twice about it before doing it.

“Can you find a first kit aid ? I really need to clean your swollen knuckles, it driving me crazy” You blushed a little under Roger’s incredulous gaze but shrugged anyway.

"Jesus fucking Christ woman, you’re unbelievable. Every time you open your mouth, I keep falling harder for you"

You chuckled stupidly at his words and the drummer imitated you before pressing a warm kiss on your nose, promising to be back quickly.

[batbirdies]

In your storyline ccat did Dick send Jason to Arkham like he did in the comics? How does Jason feel about that? How does Dick and the family

EDIT: I did not mean to post this yet. Ugh. The post button is too close to the little dots that let you save a draft and now it keeps not saving my edits. I was going to do some fact checking and, you know, general editing before posting but now we’re too late. I might make a more readable post about this later...

Get ready for an extremely wordy, answer.

So, this is an interesting question. Because I know that most batfans do consider this to be canon. Dick sent Jason to Arkham.

However - I read those comic issues, and even re-read them after getting this ask just to see if I missed something. And it’s very possible I still did since it could have been referenced much later in a comic when talking about the whole thing past tense. But....while Dick was there when Jason was arrested - he was arrested, as in by actual police, specifically, commissioner Gordon. He wasn’t taken in by Dick as Batman.

So while we can infer, possibly, that Dick had an influence on what facility Jason was actually brought to. It seems to make perfect sense to me that the police and court system would have ruled Jason criminally insane and sent him to Arkham themselves. ESPECIALLY after the arch in which he was arrested in. (The professor Pyg one, quickly followed by Flamingo the assassin where Jason does something so dangerous in order to kill flamingo that Dick asks him “was that some kind of suicide attempt?”)

Now, we could reason that Dick could have gotten Jason out of Arkham buuuuut, there’s so much to go into honestly... and I’m gonna go ahead and skip it here because basically everything I would say in relation to this will be the same as my reasoning if Dick was the one who was directly responsible for Jason being sent to Arkham.

So let’s go there, let’s say Dick was responsible for Jason being locked up in Arkham. Let’s first look at Dick’s options here, what places could he send Jason? He could send him to a regular prison, Blackgate, made for extremely dangerous criminals, or he could send him to Arkham Asylum, made for the criminally insane.

(One might also argue that he could have just not had him sent anywhere and let him go free, but let’s be real and honest here, unless you are the type of Jason Stan who thinks he’s perfect and never made bad decisions or been at fault for any apparently poor ones, this is faulty reasoning. Jason has not only been responsible for the deaths of a ton of people in recent times to this arrest, he also attempted to reveal Dick and Damians identities to the world and pitted himself directly against Batman and Robin in these issues. He tried to get in their way, ruin their plans, to prove that his methods of vigilanteism were more effective and in general, better than the bat’s. He was actively attempting to ruin their reputation and turn people against them.

You could reason he was also responsible, in a roundabout way, for Damian’s very serious injuries in this particular issue, where he is shot five times and ends up paralyzed from the waist down and must be rescued and operated on by Talia’s expansive medical team.

End note being: they had to lock him up. I certainly would have felt I had no choice.)

Sending him to a standard prison would never have been an option, Jason would have broken out in a matter of days if they ever would have even managed to get him locked inside. So Dick would have to choose between Blackgate and Arkham.

In later issues, after Bruce is back, he goes to visit Jason when Jason keeps appealing to be sent to Blackgate because he is sane and has passed all the tests they’ve given him with flying sane colors. Bruce says that he is in Arkham “For his own protection” implying that as Red Hood he made some massive enemies, a lot of whom are imprisoned in Blackgate at this very moment and who would take any opportunity to do harm to Jason.

Dick would have been aware of this. Dick would have been very much caught between a rock and hard place here. Because while he would more than likely be aware that Jason would NEVER wish to be stuck in Arkham, as would NONE of the bats, he would more than likely put his physical safety first. Reasoning that even if Jason was unhappy in Arkham at least he could be safe and given more time to hopefully come around to a more reasonable state. Because it’s been shown that Dick wants to help Jason. Before stepping back and allowing the police to arrest Jason Dick says this to him: “Look at yourself Jason. You’re a mess. Everything’s a mess. Stop all this...and let us help you.”

Jason then responds: “Help me? ...It’s...it’s too late for me Grayson. It was always too late for me, don’t you get it?”

Jason was more but I don’t think it’s necessary to to recount the whole thing. During this exchange the police surround both of them with guns pointed at Jason and Commissioner Gordon says the only reason they let Batman do this stuff is because he stayed on the right side of the law. So they arrest him.

Dick is then distracted by Damian, who is lying on the ground after being shot multiple times and unable to move from the waist down.

The short answer to this question, is yes and no lol. Because going by canon I think it could easily be reasoned that Dick wasn’t the one who put Jason in Arkham, but even if I’m mistaken in this and Dick was credited with this at some point in the comics I’m unaware of...

I certainly would have questioned Jason’s mental health. And I mean, I think Jaosn’s mental health is a serious concern in general. He needs help. But he wasn’t willing to get it, he thought it was too late for him.

We also have to look at the fact that while we, as readers, see Arkham Asylum as this dumping ground for the criminally insane that’s rife with abuse and everyone who works there is incompetent and allows inmates to escape on the regular etc etc. That’s not really what it’s meant to be in canon. The Batfam obviously view it as the best option they have to deal with the particular breed of crazy that Gotham produces.

Jason’s personal history with the Joker in particular is brought up the most, because how could Dick put Jason in the same place as the JOKER. LIKE WTF.

But my understanding is actually that by canon timelines Joker wasn’t actually in Arkham while Jason was there. That’s not to say he couldn’t have been locked up during his stay at any point, but I would also think that in a psych hospital it would be a reasonable action to keep certain inmates always separate and never in the same space together. Of course we can reason that even being in the same facility would bring Jason all kinds of anxiety and be terrible for his mental health but again, just looking at what I already wrote - there just wasn’t an amazing option available. Nothing would have been a great move on Dick’s part.

To actually answer your ultimate question:

I think everyone would look at this time in all of their lives as just....the WORST. Like....the WORST possible time. This is during the year that Bruce was dead, all of their lives were in turmoil, utterly chaotic and incredibly stressful. Jason was at one of his lowest points and Dick was trying to be Batman to Damian’s violent and difficult to control Robin whole also being on the outs with Tim. Jason pulled some serious shit, trying to reveal their identities on national television? Beyond his killing of people, which the batfam has been staunchly against for forever, even if they decided to give Jason a pass because reasons. No one knew what to do.

I think Jason would look at this time in his life with a large amount of shame for his actions. He might resent Dick for being involved in the event that got him locked in Arkham but he could see what’s already been mentioned. What were his options?

I think Dick feels guilty, but again, what was he supposed to do? What was a better choice? Jason DID eventually end up in Blackgate and it ended terribly, multiple got killed and like over 80 people were poisoned and Jason escaped. So obviously Blackgate would NOT have been the better option.

I think it’s maybe a rough, sensitive spot between them, but both of them also just see it as a time when all of their lives were so difficult it would have been impossible for there to be a good outcome. I think the rest of the family feels similarly. This was a terrible time in all of their lives when no one was making their best decisions. And frankly there weren’t a lot of great options.

I think all of them just want to put this behind them and move forward.

[the-golden-ghost]

Okay so now that I’ve seen all of season 3:

Stuff I Loved:

THE ENDING. I thought The End overall was a teeny bit rushed but I did like how it showed all the surviving families finding each other again. And the henchpeople. And the little nod to the Beatrice Letters. For a show that promises nothing but despair and mostly delivers I did love the Lighter and Happier ending than we got in the books. I mean, come on. We deserved that, and so did they.

Pretty much all the actors were incredible, as usual. What’s funny is I wasn’t sold on most of them in season 1 but by now I can’t imagine the characters being played by anyone else.

The fact that they didn’t show Violet and Quigley kissing on the mountain, and kept it faithful to the books where it’s only implied. Granted, they don’t do the same with Klaus and Fiona. RIP Klaus

Actually the casting for Beatrice and Bertrand was spot-on too and seeing them on the island made me cry.

THE PART WHERE FERNALD TELLS SUNNY “YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU’RE OLDER” BECAUSE GOING INTO THAT KNOWING SHE’LL BURN DOWN A HOTEL IN LIKE FOUR EPISODES? AWFUL AND SOUL CRUSHING

Actually Fernald and Sunny’s entire friendship was golden

Actually? Fernald in general was beautiful and I would die for him

All the little... extra scenes we got of the older VFD gang. The opera scene for one, where we got to see them all being themselves when they were younger before all the shit went down, but also the scene with Lemony and Kit on the beach, and Kit and Dewey. I always wondered what the exact nature of Kit and Dewey’s relationship was cause in the books it’s very ambiguous, he’s only ever hinted to be Beatrice’s father, but here it was very clear and also very sweet so I’m glad they interacted.

They actually kept Frank and Ernest’s mannerisms book-accurate, which is a SUPER tiny detail and I was 100% expecting them to forget that or write it out, but no!

Jerome and Charles being confirmed to be a couple now. Also Babs and Mrs. Bass, when Mrs. Bass gets out of jail.

Every scene Carmelita was in. The funny thing is she was annoying in the books and could easily have been played as obnoxious but man she was fun to watch. 

“Is Count Olaf not my daddy anymore?” “He’s not mine either darling”

Phil

They kept the Giuseppe Verdi joke

The fucking clock from TPP which I liked in the books but in the show it was CREEPY. But I still loved it. That clock is an icon.

Sunny’s unconcerned face every time they went down a steep slope

BABY BEATRICE WAS SO CUTE

Fernald’s backstory which was actually the only Added Backstory they had in there that I liked and thought fit well with the feel of the series, cause Fernald was already known to us as a villain so to hear of him doing something wicked for noble reasons and head down a slippery slope, and to then be cast out by the “noble” volunteers for doing a bad act was... dark, but also important to the theme of the series.

Stuff I Didn’t Like:

They got rid of a TON of the moral ambiguity of the books. Especially in the last few books there’s a huge overriding theme of “good people do bad things and bad people do good things” and while that was still... there, the fact that Olaf’s dad’s murder was an accident didn’t really drive the point home. Also the Baudelaires seemed more confused on whether they were good people or not, and here they just... didn’t seem to care all that much. 

Ishmael starting VFD felt really off to me. Again, this also takes away a lot of the moral ambiguity of the organization as a whole. In the books it was a really old, really secret organization with MULTIPLE schisms and in the show they cut all that out for One Big Schism. But unfortunately that meant that all the adult characters were school-age when they joined, rather than brainwashed practically from birth for a “noble” organization that... burns down the houses of children to ensure that their fortune stays in the organization. Yes, really. That was how both sides of the organization operated in the books. 

Larry Your-Waiter’s death was just... weird. Like I get that the show has no qualms about killing people but they did it in such a goofy comic relief way that I wasn’t expecting it to be legit. It just... didn’t feel like a real death scene. I spent the rest of the episode waiting for him to show up again.

I’m not sure how I feel about Jacqueline being R. I mean, people were theorizing that she was Kit, which would have made about as much sense, and I’m glad that R. ending up getting a starring part, but... I dunno. I wish they’d hinted at it or given a proper reveal rather than just dropping that on us in the background. Then again, non-book-readers wouldn’t know who R. is and wouldn’t care.

WIDDERSHINS BEING GONE (for some reason? I didn’t even understand why they cut him, unless it was for time, somehow?)

THEY GOT RID OF DEWEY’S ENTRANCE FROM THE CEILING. COME ON PEOPLE I WAITED THREE YEARS FOR THAT SCENE. I know we got Ernest knowing how to lasso but still.

They never... explained what happened to the Snow Scouts. Like they’re all just orphans now? I know the books had a lot of ambiguity and despair but like if you’re gonna fix up a bunch of the plot holes you might as well.

Also the scene where Olaf was threatening Dewey with the harpoon gun and the kids go forward to protect him felt... off. In the book it was way more chaotic and tense for one thing, and a TON of stuff gets revealed (it is, after all, the series’ denouement!) but here it was super truncated. And also in the book they made it really evident that Dewey was freaking terrified which is why he didn’t do anything when Olaf was trying to shoot the Baudelaires. Having him so nonchalant just made him look weirdly callous. 

Weirdly enough I liked it better when Beatrice’s parentage was ambiguous. I mean they showed a LOT of KitxOlaf, more than in the books, but they also made it pretty clear that Dewey was her father. 

[rabbitindisguise]

oooo my phone died, killing the possibility of me doing my Daily Assigned Task (I only have one because aside from staying afloat with food and stuff that’s all my brain can cognitively handle. Yes, I also do this doing the school year. Yes, I know that sounds absolutely bonkers) right this moment so while I have my boredom captive in this textpost, let’s ruminate over the nature of humanity some more ignore me I’m talking to myself 

it is also very extremely weird and by “very” I mean “not at all” and “extremely” I mean “minimally, if anything, actually not super weird in any of the senses of the word” and weird still just means weird because otherwise the previous things I just said would no longer be accurate BUT

let’s just say it’s totally expected 

that people find These Weird Things That I Do generally, absolutely fascinating in fiction. Like, my original works for example are steeped in weirdness. Rolling with abnormalities. Boiling with oddity. And so on. And I don’t pull this out of my ass! Oh no. This is all like . . . gosh, inspired stuff. From things I saw and liked and felt reflected my very soul in fiction. 

But they’re totally hated in meatspace 

I wonder 

Anyway, it’s also really strange to see posts about this Weird Things That People Do on tumblr and to read people complimenting them and to feel a warm glow of pleasant optimism about the state of humanity, and hear the very same audience of tumblr people absolutely go nuts over the strangest bullshit I have ever seen or heard or conceived of in my entire life. Like I get weirdly tense and fraught subjects. I get really tense and pissy if someone headcanons a character as binary trans when I headcanon them as non-binary when I’m a nb trans it literally doesn’t matter aside from my emotional attachment to the concept. I’m not proud of it! But I get it, is my point. I understand. It makes sense to me. 

But what just doesn’t quite click, doesn’t snap into the convoluted logic of my brain meats, is HOW exactly SO MANY people have the same weird gripes of this obscure stuff that should be totally okay if people are accepting the activist principles of ableism as nonsense and weirdness not being bad. Many others who are probably smart have said it is simply, nay, merely hypocrisy and I’ve met a human or two in my time alive, I can see the potential for that sort of thing to happen. However, considering that Herd Mentality is what it is, I don’t think it’s possible that the plague is actually “being widely inconsistent in the execution of your beliefs to fit in to society” when that’s so stigmatized but actually that being angry about the same things is good for some reason. 

This is important! It’s important because Reasons. Because if you say “hypocrite!” when there’s a fire, I don’t think anyone will understand or listen to the concern. If the answer is anything but hypocrisy, talking about it generally pisses people off and makes them yell at you- a near identical response of an actual hypocrite, confusing everyone further. So I don’t think it’s unfair to talk about hypocrisy, of course not, there is nothing I enjoy more than finding logical inconsistencies because it means the world can be improved etc etc that’s not the problem. The problem is most definitely that if the problem isn’t even hypocrisy than the solution isn’t the solution to hypocrisy.   

If my theory is right, or semi-right, or at least not wrong, then approaching a bunch of people yelling about a thing to encourage others to yell in tandem is not going to be won by yelling something opposing to that, especially if it makes them angrier and also makes them feel wronged. Instead, calmly being like “nah, dude, I don’t feel the same way, but it’s chill” is way better. Not only because it makes them look ridiculous for having an out of proportion reaction to someone being weird in public (the horror, whatever shall we do about ~being weird~ and doing it ~in public~) but there’s no defensive position to get on. There is no “debate tactics” to use. There’s absolutely not a disagreement about ableism or politics or intersectionality. Rather, it uplifts a contrary option that is confident and secure and this is exactly the same rhetorical device that Centrists or whatever they’re called, use all the damn time. People have talked At Length about jeez, idk, it being exhausting to constantly talk to a person that’s not as invested and doesn’t see it as the Serious Issue It Is- but from the perspective of when they’re actually talking about serious issues, rather than complaining that someone referenced a tumblr meme in public or plays mc and oh, no, how cringey 

This is of course blatant emotional manipulation but as the fairness complaint generally goes, they did it first. Multiple people weighing in on a topic with angry voices telling someone not to do something doesn’t work because they have secret actual good reasons and that shines through, it’s because there’s a number of angry people and they’re trying to subdue someone’s Weird with force. Emotional force, but there’s nothing about consent involved in this exchange. No personal boundaries. Shame is a mode of control. Power, even. Which is why I hate those second hand embarrassment fics and avoid them like the plague because it’s icky to me and makes me feel gross and I guess one of my personal triggers is someone feeling bad for doing something Shameful in public 

Which brings me to Weird Humanity Musings part II (III? I can’t do math) that have taken a weird non-activist and highly personal turn for the worst: 

I don’t think people notice how often emotional manipulation plays a part in subtle power plays that go on in human interactions every day. Humanity made dominance ffs. Humans are the ones that get upset and feel challenged with eye contact- not dogs. Dogs use sustained eye contact all the time for a bunch of reasons. Humans too. But it’s humans that recontextualized that behavior as exclusively dominance, a wholly human concept, and, whatever I’m not going to spend too much time on this because I don’t actually particularly care about it. But the point is actually just that humans went out of their way to create this thing, and it plays a part in social interactions. Mothers and daughters and siblings and friends all have scripts of code that basically go for the emotional center of the other person to get them to obey. Most people can’t recognize it because society has that whole “if everyone does it THIS must be the baseline of normal” be as well All Know, normal doesn’t even exist so that reaction is bullshit before it’s even analyzed in any meaningful sense. 

Example time because I highly doubt I can just say that off the cuff and actually get people to follow that train of thought to completion (unfortunately, I’d rather not have to write this post at all because it means one less problem in the world and that’s a good thing). 

Anytime someone says “I’m your mother!” it’s to reinforce the authority of the child that this person probably have financial, social, physical (such a medical) and emotional control over for almost two decades of their life, or however much it actually was. This is often used to make the child of the mother Do Something, like maybe they’re questioning her judgement or smth I don’t know I get this one a lot and it’s lost all meaning to me by now 

Whenever someone says “thank you” it generally plays into the social script where they do the whole dance of “I got this service from you, I say thanks, you say you’re welcome.” This works as a subtle manipulation (not necessarily negative! these examples aren’t Get Mad and Force Conformity examples, just How It Works examples) when someone doesn’t feel like they’ve done something for someone else, so saying “thanks” shows appreciation for the effort and can force an acknowledgement of that effort by expecting a “your welcome” or “no problem” from the other person. This gets shitty and creepy when someone doesn’t take silence aka “I’m not doing the dance because I don’t agree” to a degree where they’re like “oh? are you not going to say you’re welcome?” aka are you gonna be a conceited shithead that thinks they’re better than saying “you’re welcome” the most common social nicety that supposedly always costs nothing? Which does nothing to make the person to feel better and everything to leverage the situation and make them preform social interaction for the other person’s amusement. 

“Good morning” is another example. It doesn’t actually matter if the morning is good or not, but it establishes rapport and focuses on the positives- one of those things called “small talk.” (Never heard of her.) This is something someone can actually observe better at the cultural level- someone says “good morning” in english, in another language they say something else. Both show ideological underlying beliefs of the culture Because That’s How Culture And Language Work because it’s a sneaky not-liar that can’t hide its true feelings about things. 

I’m not actually all that good with the line between “what is acceptable emotional manipulation in a social context when the fundamentals of the english language rely on subtle power exchange to function [and holy shit would some people hate knowing That] and the unacceptable abusive emotional manipulation” and I generally err on the side of stuff that people seem to be explicitly asking for and prompting but I don’t always succeed and I don’t know that I’m doing the best method but that’s the most chaotic good thing I could come up with  

But it still remains that calling things emotional manipulation is both true and a misnomer because in some ways, they’re necessary to exist in society without being considered a jackass (as a self proclaimed “I was called a jackass using many different words that all basically mean jackass” that mostly doesn’t participate in these social nicety dances because I don’t like my brain yelling at me that I’m doing the same bullshit I hated as a Youth and I don’t like disappointing myself) and in others, they’re totally unneeded and artlessly cruel. I mean, heck, going through this internal debate every time someone says “good morning?” Who does that? (I do. This is why people think I’m a dumbass lmao. Jokes on them unfortunately,) 

Regardless of what people actually DO about it though, these things are the underlying mechanics of how emotional manipulation works. It’s a concoction of societal expectations, situational contexts, personal histories, selective pressures, and a bunch of other things in smaller amounts. Most of the time it’s “normal” social stuff but with a ton of exaggerated features (I almost used my own handle from a different Social Media and that my friends is having a lot of issues and self hatred due to abuse! and also anxieties over becoming abusive ofc but who doesn’t have those these days). Which is why I think it’s so important that it’s expansively defined so much because otherwise people are really thickheaded about emotional abuse specifically. They think it’s impossible to do in some cases and in others, think it’s exclusively the realm of insults and humiliation. 

Those exaggerate features are even harder to spot if someone doesn’t even recognize the interpersonal dynamics of language in the first place. It all just becomes nonsensical and no one can tell what came from where or what this particular question is abusive and not this other one. The logic gets poked with holes easier and abuse survivors get dismissed. 

Of course, expanding that definition to reshape thinking might just go along the same direction as representation, where even alluding to the truly abusive mechanics of actual, you know, emotional abuse, is seen as abusive. Everything, literally, would become problematic. There could be callout posts about any human interaction in any context with anyone ever. I’m confident in holding myself to a higher standard than the rest of society but I Cannot overstate that being bullshit to the nth degree that I couldn’t even put up with myself telling myself to keep to it as a standard. It just doesn’t work. I’ve tried it. That way lies the nonsense form of madness as in the non-nd kind. That, along with purity culture and censorship and doxxing and death threats and so on: I don’t fully want to release this theory out into the world in practice because I’m afraid society will just use it as fodder to be cruel to people but I’m also equally afraid that not saying anything will just cause people to, I don’t know, keep accidentally causing suffering to others. So I’ll stuff it under a read more and hope that keeps the impact minimal but not non-existent. 

But yeah this whole post is a demonstration that just because someone’s behaving weirdly doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re bad people. Even if they do something that seems downright mean. I read a post that was basically “there’s no such thing as asshole disorder” but there really is, and it’s whatever I have. I get so compelled to Do the right thing by my ethics and morals that I go through above *gestures* and take longer than neurotypicals do to respond to “good morning” and I don’t mean anything by it so I assume that people can tell because I assume the best in others, and others are free to assume the worst in me so they do. 

I’m not upset by it but I also wish that there were a better system to screen assholes than assuming that non-compliance with normality is a sign of evil, because that’s the system we seem to have. It might have a high reward in the brain via confirmation biases and whatnot, but that doesn’t seem worth the risk of basically knocking down any and every mental illness symptom that’s unpalatable. Because they’re all unpalatable to someone, somewhere. That’s what makes them symptoms. We don’t have any “glowing green hair” as symptoms because that’s just sick as fuck and I want some. People who have working with their symptoms and turned them into something beneficial have largely challenged societal ideas about what is “good” and “natural” to get there, and that type of work isn’t someone everyone is cut out for. 

Many physically disabled people are all medical model, all the way because they’ve been largely neurotypical their whole lives, and I’ve read their grieving posts like people recommend that I read and I just don’t see how I can help them empathize with me as a person that doesn’t give a shit if my clicking pen annoys people if it helps me focus. That’s an Asshole move if any has ever be determined by society, but at the same time, a common fundamental symptom of many disorders, and as such, I don’t feel bad about it and I don’t know that I could, ever, be made to feel guilty for existing. I’ve never seen myself as a drain on society. I’ve never felt like a freeloader. And I’ll never feel bad for being disable or neurodivergent. Does that make me the bad guy? Or the weird cool antihero from fiction? My impulse is to say “yes” to both ‘cause what people like in fiction is not always what they tolerate in real life 

It’s kinda weird and paradoxical that I can feel bad about not feeling bad but not feel bad about being disabled at the same time but w/e I’m an abuse survivor we, collectively, excel at stuff and things that most people may not understand so I guess that’s all the explanation I need 

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A Step Into the Light (Part II)

A/N: Hi, guys, I hope you are liking this first work of mine ‘cause I don’t know what’s happening ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m just enjoining myself doing this. So... to make it a little more formal (and put myself into a spiral of self-destruction) I will try to post regularly wednesdays and saturdays! Today is an exeption since I already had this part finished :) but u can expect updates and new fics those days.  

Also, please let me know your opinion about any writing I post, feedback is really important to keep improving and It would mean a lot to me. Thanks and enjoy!

It was also the moment Kara Danvers finally showed up to the gala. Lena spotted her first coming behind you. You turned around and took a little step aside from Lena to make room for her best friend.

"I'm so glad you came, Kara. Here, let me introduce you to (Y/N) (Y/L/N). (Mr/Ms) (Y/L/N) this is Kara Danvers." Lena said.

"Just (Y/N) is fine. A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Danvers. Lena speaks very highly of you." You extended your hand to her but her expression was not as friendly as how it had been with Lena.

"Yeah, same." Kara took your hand and replied with a cold voice, and if Lena noticed it she didn't mention it at all.

"Oh, excuse me, I need to talk with my security chief. But please, enjoy the party." Lena said as if suddenly remembering there was still a thread upon the gala and left you both in a hurried pace.

Needless to say, you did not enjoy what happened once Lena went to attend her business. Kara crossed her arms, her jaw tensed and she was giving you a look of a thousand deaths. You only felt puzzled. You were sure Lena had talked with Kara about you but, so far, you had done nothing to instill apprehension.

"So, (Y/N)." Kara finally spoke. "Have you told Lena you are a century old being?"

"Well..." You stared at her with your mouth open for a moment before considering your next words. "That sure was mean for someone they call 'Sunny'."

"I can be when it's about protecting my friends." Kara squinted at your remark.

Then it hit you, the same metallic smell hidden in cheap perfume. It was the same scent in the hero you had watched, flying into the night sky minutes ago. It could be still be a coincidence but several lifetimes had taught you well. Coincidences don't exist.

"So you know what I am and went straight to the point? Then allow me the same courtesy Ms. Danvers. Have you told Lena you're a friend form utter space?” You said not even blinking, hoping your unconcerned tone concealed that bit of inner turmoil you were having at the moment.

"How did you-"

"We both have our secrets. But believe me; I have no interest on spilling them". You tried to remain composed. You knew something like this could happen, it always did. You just wished this confrontation was with Lena.

"What are you planning?” Kara didn't change her stand.

"Ms. Danvers, I don't know what you mean but if you're thinking I intend to hurt Lena, you're misguided."

"Why should I trust you? Your records say otherwise." You snapped at her, your eyebrow rising.

Kara Danvers was truly National City's best reporter if she had found them. You knew about the documents; some false certificates, photographs, diplomas and, specially, police reports... you honestly never meant to have many of those. It was a different world back then. When your involvement in someone's mysterious death was becoming plain you could just flee. Leaving behind a name people would forget, you thought. Though you had tried to change that in the past years.

"Then you don't know as much as you think." You took a glass from the passing trays and took a sip of the champagne.  

"I'm telling her." She stated plainly.

"That I'm an old lady, two hundred years old by the way, or that you are from the Milky Way?" You said nonchalant.

"That you are dangerous."

"You are so right, Ms. Danvers, I can be dangerous when it's about protecting my friends." You took your own stand. "And sure you know tonight we have a common friend that could need our protection, so let me help."

She was distinctly taken aback. If she didn't thought you could be other thing than a hazard for humans her reaction may have been a surprise for you. She took a moment to think and look around, squinting at you one last time.

"Fine, but I'm keeping an extra sharp eye on you." She let her arms fall to her sides.

"Having multiple pairs of eyes is thing for you or is it your way of worrying about me?" You tried to relax a bit.

"People here could be in serious trouble without mentioning one of the guests sees them as appetizers. So yes, I worry." Kara adjusted her glasses.

"Oh, no, no, no. I don't like spoiled food." You said mockingly but Kara didn't seem to appreciate your tone. You sighted after. "I'm joking; I promise I won't be one more trouble. Now, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Kara's expression was still wary but finally decided to give you some trust. I may have been useful to have someone else ready to step forward if things started to get chaotic. She told you as much as she could, keeping some details to herself. How she knew the gala was Cadmus target and who was involved. You listened to her every word, considering the possible outcomes of the night. It the thread was real, as she was sure, you would need a way to remain low profile and an escape route. After all, you couldn't risk revealing your true sanguinary nature to so many people. Or, even worst, being discovered and held by Cadmus or DEO agents for whatever experiments they may try on you.

As she finished explaining the situation, Lena came back. Kara and you made sure to disguise your discomfort for each other once she stood in front of you and tried to lighten the conversation. You used it as an opportunity to better know Kara, who was a ray of sunshine while talking to Lena and laser beam when doing small talk with you. You would never admit it to her but Kara was making you slightly nervous. So, instead of failing again at making conversation, you tried to distract yourself a bit by listening to the band.

Then you heard a song you knew well, a slow and gentle tune played in piano and guitar that reminded you the glamor of ballrooms you once attended.

"Come on, this one is ours." You took Lena's hand and lead her to the middle of the dance floor not minding the looks of the people around, not even Kara's death stare.

Lena giggled once again and followed you wordlessly in your dance. Kara was watching you with alert eyes, barely hiding her discontent. You took Lena's hand in your own and the other just above her waist, and tried to enjoy the dance. Lena did make a fair dancer, you noticed, as you twirled around, pacing and swaying along the music. Lena was laughing at every twirl and, when you leaned closer to her, you would note her cheeks a bit redder than usual. You hoped it that was a good sign. When the music stopped, you lingered a moment longer just holding her hands. She looked at you and then looked around as if realizing where she was.  

"A penny for your thoughts, Lena." You took a step back to give her space, and were about to let go of her when she squeezed your hand.

"Sorry, (Y/N). I was just... thinking." She gave you an apologetic smile.

"Worrying about Cadmus? I'm sure Supergirl will do everything in her hands to save the night."

"Yes, but something feels wrong, it doesn't make sense for Lilian to send a thread."

"Lilian? As in your mother?" You stared at her, eyebrows rising. “So, she's behind all that. Well, if she's anything like you have told me I see why you're so worried."

"You were right; I should call it an early night." She shook her head.

"Wait, you said something was off?"

"According to what Supergirl told me, Cadmus will attack in the middle of the gala but why? If she wanted me dead or someone else here there is no need to make such a fuss. She doesn't work like that..."

"What if she's using this to keep you and Supergirl here? I mean, of course Lilian won't come so she may be-"

"Taking care of the real issue." She finished your sentence.

"What is it?"

"I need to get to my office." She let go of your hand and started walking towards the L-Corp building.

"Right behind you." You reached for her, not wanting her to make any rash decision about the matter.

"No, it's better if you stay here (Y/N)"

"Oh no, I'm not letting you go alone, Lena. “You took a step in front of her. "Whatever happens I'm not leaving you, remember?"

She took a moment to look at you, as if not believing you would follow her willingly. Then she looked around one more time, spotting Kara right when you had left her. A glint of worry in Lena's eyes gave her away. You turned around, almost impressed to see the same scene: Kara enjoying a full tray of popstickers. You wondered how many trays would take to fill a kryptonian stomach. But you understood Lena's concern for her best friend. It surprised you how she hadn't figured out Kara's other personality, but thinking about the reveal of it now bothered you.

Kara and you were not absolved from the lying and omission that came with those secrets. Sooner or later, you would have to come clean to Lena. It had happened to you before; revelations such as those could bring you closer or erase everything you had. Your biggest fear, however, was Lena's reaction. It pained you just thinking you could be the reason Lena could finally lost her faith in people.

"Talk to security again, I'm gonna check up on Kara and find us an excuse before she chokes on popstickers. Don't go without me." She nodded as you walked towards Kara.