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almalvo · 1 year

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E2 "Battle at the Binary Stars"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

god this show looks so fucking juicy with all its colours and shapes and resolution … BURNHAM IS SAREK'S WARD??????? bro bro is she a sibling in upbringing with spock or something. everyons so fucking pretty ugh these sounds i really want this uniform LMAO THAT LOOK SARU GIVES BURNHAM AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA saru is so good looking UGHH THIS INTRO I CANT I CANTTTT LOOK AT IT ITS SO PRETTYYY i love the feeling DISCO gives me im so happy for star trek getting such a massive visual and all around production upgrade also i just realised since old-trek's Star Trek Enterprise series, we have been inching closer and closer to the one that started it all. Star Trek ENTERPRISE > DISCOVERY > STRANGE NEW WORLDS…

does this… mean we are…. just possibly……… heading into a reprisal of some kind of "Origins" production in the future non-AOS?

if so i know it will never be a replacement of what is irreplacable. but im actually EXCITED to see something like that. if even it were to be a bad project, it would still be such a tickling spectacle - an experience that reminds us of where we came from.

but also.. to see what came before to be such a modern topic to discuss and potentially (i fucking wish) revive the world with its gravity and vision - all eyes on Star Trek once again……… it would be so worth it. it would be. everything.

anyways back to the episode LMAO UGHHH look at the way all the united federation ships warp in among their brethren ughhhhh ughhhhhhh takes my breath awaayy i like klingon whats odd is it sounds so slow in this rendition man the amount of work it took to get this pronunciation right ughhhh everything looks so pretty in this literally movie quality for a TREK series

no but also one more thing - back to the idea about the future of modern trek, since the movie saga has fallen flat, if we head into a modern revival of TOS, featuring AOS cast as a different universe/mirrorverse or seomthing cameo in TV/STREAMING EPISODIC FORMAT would be just… JUST-

...

i am so curious as to how and why burnham and sarek are even existing together simultaneously ugh damn look at the damage on the ship the detail i love saru's eyes hearing this as the ship's computer voice is so odd to me because im so used to Majel's voice but hey its smooth what is happening also oh my god this mind meld scene is so pretty oh my god im so curious how Burnham and Spock's dynamic even IS THE FUCKKK?? what would that even BE??? i only know spock exists because that is one of the few spoilers ive seen of this show - i KNOW hes in DISCO. as well as pike but thats it. what purpose they serve and why? no idea. and how burnham becomes captain?? god im so curious iits so intersting to hear statements as familiar as "weapons disabled" being said in such a new setting. with such a new sound for somehting so classic. tractor beam WHO WHOS EUROPA? WHATS ON THAT SHIP WHOOO

the human and klingon transmission will never be in peace… until far into TOS's timeline.. man this is so INTERESTING. HEARING KLINGON TERRAN. I CANT LIE i miss their fabulous long locks of hair bro klingon ship is fucking knifing through this ship dude that is so hardcore but also devastating af oh my god this antimatter explosion looks so fucking pretty admiral is gone the chian of command shifts how does this go phillipa doenst become admiral does she? then burnham as captain i doubt its this easy nah its so weird to hear klingon so spaced t'kuvma is such a cool name ughhhh lok at all the WARPPPING SHIPSSSS hearing klingon accent is cool love how smart the ship is oh god burnham you MADLAD yo they goin hard the klingon attire is so victorian english inspired not too keen on that ahha ughhh saru is sooo NICE TO LOOK AT such nice features this ready room is very reminiscent of what is to become enterprise internal design i mean, of course. but i just cant help but hype over it all thats interesting, to have a human taught as vulcan. hmm a subtly different circumstance than that of spock. the visual aberration effect is working well in this series ahaha DISCO has a very…. odd feeling from since its first episode that continues into its second one - it doesnt feel super episodic at all? it feels all like a really long montage. the sets are so pretty whoa those armoured vests though? touch screen energising ughh the gold animation of the energising effect is lovely those klingons dropped so fast and easy from those phasers dude these are some of the sexiest phaser designs ive ever seen. the klingons are just dropping like nothing whoa burnham's yell when the klingon grabbed her was so not her XD it didnt sound like her oh wow we are actually seeing the short handheld klingon knife OH SHIT well i see that this is how phllipa is usurped by burnham.. BRO YOU JUST LEFT HER BODY THERE hmmm interesting the pacing of the first two episodes is very… fast

t'kuvma is dead already?? i think its this pale klingon that ive seen on the comic cover whoaaaa all these shuttle/escape pods leaving like baby toads off momma's back XD (if you know, you know.) its so montagey very consistently - i guess THIS is where we start the series as it is to be? i really like this chiaroscuro lighting hm. its over already huh idk if its me - but apart from the visually and audially beautiful presentation - it has an odd feeling to it i cant lie. i think it must be because of this 2-episode montage. i hope it is.

i guess ill find out.

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fanficsforloki · 1 year

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To Prove To You - Chapter three

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Series Summary: Nereide is a sea nymph with a peculiarity: she knows how to control her element (water) and has magical abilities. Poseidon, aware of that, decides to send her to Asgard as a student of Frigga. She studies with Loki, and as they grow up, they begin to develop feelings for each other. But what if Odin's plans for her get in the way?

Chapter summary: After a small conversation with her father, Nereide finds her safe place: Loki's arms.

Content: Unestablished relationship, Friends to lovers, fwb, platonic love, romance, angst, fluff, loss of verginity

Content warnings: smut, melancholy, dacryphilia, Loki is a fabulous bitch with a big heart and witty sense of humor, a bit over dramatic and very clever. He's sensitive, but hides his feelings and acts really rough around Nereide also because he likes to see her pouting and eventually becoming even more clingy.

Chapter warnings: mention of fingering, Loki is quite h0rny

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Nereide savored the nostalgia as she walked towards the seashore. The sun warmed her skin, and the sea breeze softly caressed her cheekbones. Her heart quickened at the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, beckoning like a long-lost friend. She eagerly climbed onto the rocks and seated herself at the edge of the water.

As the sun dipped closer to the horizon, the sky turned into an impressive canvas of colors - a breathtaking blend of vivid oranges, pinks, and purples intermingling in a dreamy symphony. The sea, once a deep sapphire blue, shimmered with vibrant hues that reflected the sky above. those nuances made it difficult to distinguish the sea bed, making the surface almost opaque, illuminated by the small diamonds of light that glittered among the waves

. Rays of sunlight sparkled like molten gold on the surface of the water, creating a stunning visual spectacle. The waves lapping at the shore took on a captivating glass-like quality, as if each one carried within it an array of jewels from the heavens above. Such was the mesmerizing beauty of the sunset over the sea – a fleeting moment where nature unveiled its true splendor. The Sea was the second thing She loved the most. The first were nothing but Loki’s She’s. Precisely, that peculiar sparkle they had whenever She was around him.

Her eyes wept as she looked up, catching sight of the rainbow path of the Bifrost in the sky.

She sighed deeply, wishing to return to the ocean, her original home. Yet, her allegiance lay with Asgard now, and it tethered her to that realm.

The air was crisp and clean and the glowing stars seemed within touching distance. The grass was a lush green, soft like velvet.

People in Asgard were tall and regal, dressed in fine clothes that shimmered in the sunlight. Everywhere she looked, music and laughter filled the air.

Nereide felt as if she belonged here. She had been brought to Asgard as a child and had grown up among the people, learning their customs and ways. She had felt at home here ever since. Kinda…

Beautiful castles and palaces, towering mountains, lush forests and clear streams, and the vast ocean beyond. Her beloved Ocean…

In the distance, she could see the majestic Rainbow Bridge, which connected Asgard with the other Nine Worlds. It seemed to her that it was the most incredible sight she had ever seen.

As she explored the realm, she began to realize how magical it truly was. Everywhere she looked, there was beauty and mystery. She saw wonders that she had never imagined, and felt a deep connection to the people and places of Asgard.

This was the home she had always been looking for, the place where she truly belonged. Did She truly find her place in the universe? Or her someone?

Whenever She closed her eyes, the only thing She could She was Loki pressing his lips on her. She could feel them licking, biting, nibbling her lower Lip, how they moved Down her jawline and her neck, leaving her breathless. Between the crashing waves, She could still hear the husky yet sweet moan he made when She overpowered him.

Nereide was in limbo between Dreams and reality, her heart pounding in her chest as the Memory of Loki's eyes locked with hers. She had never been so close to someone before, neither him, and her heart was fluttering like a butterfly, as if it was struggling to take flight. Loki's gaze was so intense, so alluring, that it seemed like he could see into her soul. She felt like she was melting, Just likes the night before when She was squirming in his arms, and the warmth from his body felt like a nice, comforting embrace. Even though he was the God of Mischief, Chaos and destruction, Loki did smile a lot, and Nereide loved that. He was such a ray of Moon light when he smiled. His lips always curled up into either a grin or a coy smile.

Nereide blushed and looked away, her heart skipping a beat. The remembrance of His low and velveteen voice whispering in her ear sent shivers through her body. She let out a gasp, imaging that the Wind caressing her skin was His silky touch whenever he moved closer to her. The sensations of the material of His clothes gave her goosebumps, and She could feel the heat collecting Down into her womb. Nereide’s heart stopped as the wind brushed against her ear, thinking It was Loki’s lips.

He cerainly wasn’t hot. He was kinda different from the Asgardians. His skin was cold like ice

As she continued gazing at the brilliant colors arching across the heavens, Nereide felt torn between her love for both her worlds. In that moment, embracing seamist and sunlight, she found solace somewhere in between.

She stood up, closing her eyes while the wind was blowing furiously through her hair. With her hands on her heart, she took a breath and jumped in the water.

She decided it was time to visit her father in his grand underwater palace. As she ventured deep into the ocean depths, the surface world disappeared behind her, and the realm of the sea god began to unfold.

Poseidon's palace, hidden beneath Mount Olympus, was a shining city reminiscent of Atlantis. Towering spires sparkled like bioluminescent jellyfish amongst sprawling coral structures. It was said that the buildings themselves were made from living coral infused with the god's divine essence.

Nereide marveled at the vibrant colors as she continued her descent. The city bustled with mythical sea creatures – hippocamps, mermaids, and tritons – all mingling in perfect harmony.

She didn’t remeber it so colorful and welcoming. A smile drew on her lips while she turned herself into a water spiral, rushing to the palace.

As she approached Poseidon's palace at the heart of this wondrous city, Nereide noticed that it dwarfed even the grandest structures she had seen thus far. The colossal gates were adorned with intricate artwork depicting legendary battles between gods and sea monsters. Pearlescent tiles paved the grand entrance hall, reflecting light in myriad hues, making it look like a flowing river.

The throne room itself was a testament to Poseidon's power; an enormous chamber filled with marine life swimming through pillars sculpted by torrents of water. At its center towered a massive throne carved from ancient shells and precious gemstones. Upon it sat Poseidon himself, his strong presence echoed throughout this sanctum.

As Nereide entered her father's domain, the ancient ocean god Poseidon was still a majestic sight from the throne of his underwater kingdom. Nereide could not help but gaze upon him with awe.

The god of the sea reclined in his pearlescent throne, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the delicate, swirling curves of the seat. He wore his trademark three-pronged trident upon his left shoulder, and his blue eyes glimmered with the depths of the ocean in them. His full beard was peppered with grey and seemed to move ever so slightly, as if it were livelier than the rest of his body.

-I am Poseidon, God of the sea. What do you want?

Poseidon spoke, his deep voice echoing through the chamber.

Nereide paused, her gaze shifting from her father to the marble floor. It had been years since she had last seen him. At first, she thought he had not recognised her.

-Father?

she said softly.

Poseidon snorted, and groaned, annoyed. He had seen this scene way too many times.

-Oh dear. Not another one. Who’s the mother this time?

-I…don’t know???

Nereide said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Poseidon's eyebrows rose, then he gave a hearty laugh.

-Oh, well that doesn't really surprise me. So, what do you need then, child?

Nereide hesitated, her nerves suddenly flooding to the surface. She glanced down at her father's hand, then back up to his face. She was thankful for the kindness in his tone, but her heart still raced with fear.

-I was here just to tell you–

She paused, gathering her courage and steadying her breathing.

-Wait. Don’t you really recognize me?

Poseidon raised his eyebrows, his eyes widening and his lips curling into a derisive smile. He leaned forward and placed his hand upon Nereide's head.

-Look, i have hundreds of kids; it can be though to keep track of all of you, ok? What do you want?

He began to lose his patience with her, but then, Nereide shouted:

- I’m Nereide! The one you sent on Asgard like 1000 years ago???

-Of course, my child

he said, and the warmth of his voice filled the room.

-oh well yeah i remember you.

Poseidon smiled warmly at his beloved daughter—a gesture of love amidst his evident authority as ruler of his oceanic kingdom and a complete jerk.

-So, why did you come by this time?

Nereide sat on the ground with her legs crossed.

-I arrived first in the healing category at the magic tournament and third with the pair match. Just wanted to tell you.

-Oh, you did? That’s an achievement! You’re really making your oldman proud!

he patted her head.

-I’ll reward you then, for your great performance. What do you want.

He acted exactly like a divorced father who didn’t want to know a single thing about his kids. Seeing him again made Nereide realize that Odin wasn’t that bad after all.

She shrugged, looking down at her feet.

-A hug is enough.

Poseidon laughed, and just threw her a pearl necklace.

-You are always welcome within my halls, my daughter. You have done me great honour.

Nereide chatced his gift, looking at it kinda disappointed.

-Thank you father

She wasn’t sure why she was thanking him.

Poseidon let enter two guards to accompany her back.

-Of course, my dear. Remember, you are my child, with all the power of the seas within you; you have my love and protection always and should you ever need it, my counsel is yours.

She was quickly dismissed, and she returned to Asgard as fast as she could.

He didn’t give her not even the sight of the hug she asked for.

Nereide was a vulnerable child when Poseidon left her, and the pain of his abandonment weighed heavily on her heart as she walked across the colors of the Rainbow Path, going back to the palace. Nereide was filled with emotional turmoil. She felt betrayed and abandoned, and this pain and sadness was further compounded by the fact that Poseidon had been so close to her. She had always looked up to her father, and felt a deep bond with him. For years, she had grown up believing that her father loved and cared for her, only for him to leave without a word. She felt like she was worthless and unloved, unwanted. Nereide was incredibly hurt and confused by Poseidon’s abandonment. She couldn’t understand why he had left her, and she had endless questions that she could never find an answer to. She felt as though she was stuck in an endless cycle of pain and anguish, with no way out.

Even though Nereide was a grown woman and had people in her life that she considered her family, she felt the pain of her father’s abandonment. It was like a wound that would never heal, and no matter how she stumbled her feet on the ground, she couldn’t seem to get rid of the pain.

Nereide's anger and sadness was further compounded by the fact that she struggled so much to find a sense of belonging in a realm that was kinda foreign to her.

Nereide was filled with a deep sadness. She felt lonely and isolated, like she was the only one who was going through this pain and suffering. She questioned why she had to be the one to be abandoned.

Nereide was so much overwhelmed by her emotions she began to speak by herself. She walked in the hall with her head held high.

-I should not care. I am a nymph. If i really belong to someone, i belong to Nature.

She heard a loud laugh behind her. She turned just to see Loki throwing his head back.

Nereide threw a wave of water on him.

-can you CUT IT OFF? I could actually fall for you if only you weren’t a jerk.

The water bounced off him and he was unfazed. His brows furrow.

-Me? A Jerk? You are a fool. You do not know how to deal with me, don’t you? Thanks for the bathe attempt anyway, but now my only purpose is to be your undoing.

-Fair enough

Nereide wasn’t in the mood for his stupid drama divah vibes.

-You must really like to play the role of the bad guy huh?

She kneeled on the ground.

-Believe me, Loki, if you continue this path you will only find your death.

She spoke in a threatening tone as she raised her hand waving them in the air, forming a water bubble.

Loki kept smiling wikedly. He was always amused to see her angry. It was such a rare moment. He didn’t even remember when was the last time he saw her this upset.

That day, Loki even wore his horned helmet and that gave shivers to Nereide. She loved him in his formal estate, but as he laughed again, she just wanted to run to her chamber and don’t leave it until the next day.

-It’s you who should be afraid, doll. I create my own fate. And i can decide yours.

She looked up at him, waving a no with her left hand. She froze the bubble and then turned it into a sword, keeping it at her side.

-Why are you trying to convince me? I am afraid, i actually am terrified. Not for my own existence, but yours.

-You think you can hurt me??? Try it.

-I can’t.

She let the sword melt and covered her mouth with one hand.

-I don’t want to hurt you.

-Really?

He leaned against a column.

-You don’t want to hurt me, you say, as if you didn’t just state that i should die because of you. What’s it all about, Nereide? Weren’t we playing to rule over Asgard like a few moths ago? Aren’t you into playing some stupid games with me?

Se didn’t care about his mean behaviours, she knew he was just trying to bring her up to the edge just to fight a little, and she thought that he probably did that so he could erease what he did the night before. She was still warm because of their kiss, and her mind was foggy because of the cruelty of her dad. And now, even Loki was playing with her.

-I never said you should die! That throne isn’t worth you. You could have so much more.

She was losing control over her emotions.

The only idea of Loki to become such a bad one like her father twisted her stomach. She swore, she never wanted to see him sitting on that stupid chair that meant nothing but awfulness.

Loki raised an eyebrow while he smirked.

-And what am i worth, in your eyes?

He stood up, slowly getting closer to her step by step.

-Tell me, Nereide, what is it you think i should be doing with my life?

As he was aproaching her, he reduced the volume of his voice, reaching a whisper filled with nervousness.

-What is my true potential? I am curious…

-You are worth to live, Loki. That’s all that matters to me.

He looked sightly concerned.

-You would care if i died? But why? Why do you even care in the first place?

A confused look came over his face.

-Have you...developed…something towards me? Is that what is all about?

-You worth MORE than anyone else. And i care if you died, because it’s not like i had developed feelings for you, i’m ever so fond of you, and wouldn’t do THAT yesterday if i wasn’t. And stop with all this circus! You still hadn’t realized yet, but you’re not evil! Just because you’ve done bad things doesn’t mean that you are evil.

She began to cry, sobbing like a child. All the emotions she felt from the Magic Tournament and that very moment were washed away by her thick tears.

Loki looked at her with his eyes pleeding. He felt bad for her. He pushed her enough. He sat next to her on the ground, is shoulders slumping.

-I feel it in my character now. I’d rather be feared than loved. I need people to be scared of me…or…why would they bother listening to me? I want people to fear me and respect me.

-You just want to prove to your father that you are someone, because you’re sure you live under Thor’s shadow, and that your parents prefer him. But you are loved. There are plenty of people out there that love you. And i adore you, no matter what you do, you will aways be you. That’s all that matters.

He couldn’t do anything but remain silent. Nereide got up,and ran upstairs.

Loki threw a frustrated punch on the floor.

He had been so sure that this would be the end, that after all his pushing, he might have pushed her away entirely. He pounded his fist against the floor once again, the sound echoing through the stillness of the empty hall. What had he done? He had taken her love, her kindness, and her trust, and in the end, he had pushed her away and made her feel unappreciated.

He knew he had hurt her, and the guilt weighed heavily on his heart. Nereide watched from a distance, her eyes tear-filled and sorrowful. He saw the despair in her gaze, and it cut through him like a knife. If only he could go back and undo all the wrong he had done.

Loki bowed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. He had wanted to make her flustered but he realized that the more he pushed, the more she clung. The truth was, she only wanted him to love her, and he had failed her in that respect.

He wished that he had appreciated her more during their days. He wished he had been more mindful of her feelings. He wished he had treated her with the love and respect she deserved. But he couldn’t help, he always ended up hurting her.

Nereide came closer, her steps tentative and hesitant. She stopped in front of him, her gaze studying his face in the faint light of the fading sun. He glanced up at her, and the love he saw in her eyes made his heart ache.

-Look, i'm sorry

He said, his voice filled with pain and regret.

-I never meant to hurt you. I was so selfish and stupid...i…i don’t enjoy hurting people

Nereide shook her head and stepped closer. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and he felt her warmth seep into his skin.

-It's okay

She said.

-It's not your fault. We both made mistakes, and we'll both have to accept the consequences. But I want you to know that I am not mad with you. I’m dealing with other stuff now, that’s why i’m upset.

Loki turned back to her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.

-I'm sorry, I always ruin everything

Nereide sighed, her fingers running through his hair.

-it's okay. We can still fix this. We just need to take it one day at a time.

Loki nodded, his arms still around her. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of hope. Maybe they could make it work, if only he could be more open and honest about his feelings. He pulled away, looking into her eyes with a newfound understanding.

-I promise i'll try my best to make it up to you.

Nereide smiled, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

Loki leaned in and kissed her softly. He knew it would take time, but he was determined to make things right again. He held her close, and for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.

Whenever Nereide thought of Loki, her stomach flipped with excitement and apprehension. Her cheeks Flushed as her thoughts immediately dart to that secret spot where she hides her hidden admiration for him.

When She was with him She could feel her chest tighten and her palms become clammy, fidgeting with her Fingers. She often found herself smiling uncontrollably as her thoughts turned to his mischievous smirk and the light-hearted banter they’ve enjoyed throughout the years.

Then, when she imagined his embrace, her skin Tingled with anticipation. She could feel her heart swell and her breathing quicken. As much as Nereide found herself daydreaming of the feeling of his lips on hers, of the softness of his big yet slender hands, and the intensity of his gaze when he looked into her eyes, and as much as she could taste the sweetness of his kiss, and feel the electricity of their connection, most of the times She realized he was there. She wasn’t Just picturing herself kissing him. It was His kisses that shutted Down her mind. He did maintain his promise once in a while.

No matter what, her thoughts always eventually turned back to Loki. She could feel her heart soar and her spirit ignite. She knew, She was sure that no matter what life throws their way, they will always be connected.

On the other hand, Loki's sexual tension and desire towards Nereide was such a complicated tension full of longing and anticipation that he could barely stand.

Of course He admired her beauty, intelligence, and independence and found himself drawn to her. He wanted to be around her, to be her friend, and to protect her from harm. But as their friendship grew and so they, He found himself longing for her presence. He was powerless. He wanted, he needed her body against his. He wanted to explore her and lose himself in her.

The intensity of his feelings scared him and made him feel vulnerable, but he couldn’t resist them.

Loki's desire for Nereide was overwhelming and undeniable. He wanted to possess her and to never let her go. He wanted to learn her body and to make her his own. He wanted to make her feel desired and loved, and to bring her pleasure like she had never experienced before. God, he knew She was a Virgin and claimed her virginity as His long time ago. He wanted to be Her First and he knew he was going to be.

It was consuming him, he wanted to fuck Her slowly in his bed evrytime they fell asleep together. It was a miracle that he never got up grinding against her soft thighs. Loki swallowed. The pretty image of Nereide spread out on his bedsheet with his hand shoved Down Her gown and his fingers filling Her up as She lets out breathy moans began to invade his head. And dear Goodness, he felt so dirty for It. And dumb. How could he possibly consume His frustration with plenty of princes and princesses when he Just wanted Her?

He often found himself this near to moan Nereide’s name under the sheets.

He wanted to lose His breath between Her legs. He wanted to to be soaked in Her fluids.

He wanted Her to cry for him.

He wanted to fuck Her in that very moment where he was pressing Her against the marble floor in the main hall while their tongues were intetwining.

But he let Her go once again.

Loki knew She was frightened.

She couldn’t bear His loss, She wanted to keep all this a secret. They both had quite the bad reputation, it was obvious that a relationship between them wasn’t pleased.

Loki strode into the grand ballroom, his long legs carrying him quickly and confidently across the polished marble. His dark hair was swept back from his forehead and his deep eyes sparkled with amusement, almost seeming to dance amidst the flickering candlelight. He moved with grace, his every movement echoed by the sound of the music that filled the air.

Yet there was something about him that felt out of place. He always felt likes the black sheep of the family. Some tiny detail that made it obvious to him that he did not belong amongst the rich and elegant guests. For one, there was the slight sheen that seemed to linger on his skin, like the glimmer of frost on a cold winter morning. For another, the very air seemed to still around him, as if something in his presence had caused time to pause.

No one else seemed to notice the strangeness of Loki. All eyes were drawn to Thor as he walked amongst the guests, and everyone who looked upon him smiled in admiration.

Loki was dressed in the finest garments and his horned helmet. He knew his Little Nereide had some dirty thoughts about it. He was always deligted to see Her struggling, trying not to stare at him. His skin, while pale, was flawless, as if it had been untouched by the weather and time. His features were sharply handsome, with a strong jawline and a sharp nose that gave him an air of regal power.

Loki almost seemed to shimmer as he moved. He was like an embodiment of winter, a cold and beautiful force that seemed to command the attention of all those present.

But his heart manager to skip a bit anyway as Nereide’s voice reached his shoulders.

She always called him Her “moon kissed boy”.

He grabbed Her by the elbow dragging Her away from the dining hall.

-Are you still upset, darling? Too bad if you aren’t, because i know a way to distract you.

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A/N: Hi there folks! This is the first time i write a few lines to all of you. I'd like to thank you all that is reading, i hope you're enjoying the story. I'm sorry if it is a bit slow in the beginning, but i had quite an enormous story in mind and had to summarize it. I will make sure to make some flashbacks.

I don't know who edited the photo above, but i'd like to thank them!!!

Also, i'd like to thank Junisfics and her The Worthy fic. It really helps me to draw inspiration for the smut scenes.

Anyway pals, this is where the true fun begins eheheh.

Should i add a tag list? Let me know if you are interested!

#loki #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki x oc #loki x original female character #to prove to you #to prove to you canon #loki x y/n #loki x reader

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vapehk1 · 13 days

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Vaping's Supermoon: VOOPOO Illuminates the Vaping Cosmos at InterTabac 2024

As the Europe prepares to witness a captivating Supermoon and partial lunar eclipse in September 2024, VOOPOO is gearing up to create its own in the vaping universe - not in the night sky, but at InterTabac 2024. From September 19th to 21st, the world's leading trade fair will transform Messe Dortmund into a hub of innovation. At the heart of VOOPOO's showcase stands ARGUS A, a device with the industry-first dual-zone display mirroring the overlapping circles of a lunar eclipse that promises to eclipse the competition and captivate attendees. Floating Among the Stars: A Vaping Odyssey with VOOPOO VOOPOO has been dedicated to pushing the boundaries of vaping technology, and InterTabac 2024 will be no exception. At VOOPOO's space-themed booth, visitors will find themselves immersed in a cosmic experience, with a galactic canopy overhead and futuristic space pod display cases showcasing the latest innovations. Attendees will experience firsthand the superior draw of VOOPOO's core products, testing their unique features and flavors. ARGUS POD FAMILY: ARGUS A, ARGUS G2, and ARGUS G2 Mini represent the pinnacle of VOOPOO's engineering excellence. Designed for those who demand both power and precision, the ARGUS series offers an unparalleled vaping experience which can last up to 90 mL e-liquid usage without burning and remain non-leakage in a standstill state for up to 30 days. DRAG SERIES: Debut in a stunning new colorway, DRAG S2 and DRAG X2 are set to captivate attendees with its fresh look and enhanced features. This model is a testament to VOOPOO's ability to innovate while staying true to the iconic DRAG series. Join the Cosmic Journey at VOOPOO Booth WH.B16 Beyond product demonstrations, visitors can participate in a variety of interactive activities designed to entertain and reward. VOOPOO has prepared an exciting raffle where lucky winners can receive a premium VOOPOO Gift valued over 70€. Meanwhile, visitors can also enjoy complimentary beer at the booth. As the moon and Saturn align in the heavens, VOOPOO looks forward to welcoming you aboard the fabulous cosmic journey at InterTabac 2024! WARNING: The product contains nicotine which is a highly addictive substance. Read the full article

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Semi Formal Dresses: Ideal Clothing for All Events

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“Some of these collectors are terrified,” said Franklin, who knows the location of the two missing Doctor Who episodes, along with several other newly discovered TV treasures, including an episode of the The Basil Brush Show, the second to be unearthed this autumn. “We now need to catalogue and save the significant television shows that are out there. If we are not careful they will eventually be dumped again in house clearances, because a lot of the owners of these important collections are now in their 80s and are very wary,” he added. Discarded TV film was secretly salvaged from bins and skips by staff and contractors who worked at the BBC between 1967 and 1978, when the corporation had a policy of throwing out old reels. And Hartnell’s Doctor Who episodes were far from the only ones to go. Many popular shows were lost and other Doctor Who adventures starring Patrick Troughton and Jon Pertwee were either jettisoned or erased. A missing early episode of the long-running sitcom Sykes, starring Eric Sykes and Hattie Jacques, has also been rediscovered in private hands in the last few weeks. Franklin, who staged an event entitled Film is Fabulous! for collectors in Leicester last month with the Cinema and Television History Research Institute at De Montfort University, argues that the BBC is best placed to help. “The collectors involved are ex-employees and so are terrified. The rule was that you didn’t take anything, even if it had been thrown out. But if you loved film and knew it would be important one day, what did you do? So what we need now is an amnesty,” he said. Franklin’s plea was supported by Mark Stuckey, a film and projector restorer who appears as an electronics expert on the BBC’s The Repair Shop. “These collectors were seen as criminals, but now we can see they are really saviours. An amnesty would stop them being frightened of prosecution,” he said. [...]Whether this will be enough to prompt nervous collectors to come forward is doubtful. While collectors are in no real danger, the infamous arrest of comedian Bob Monkhouse in 1978 has not been forgotten, Franklin suspects: “Monkhouse was a private collector and was accused of pirating videos. He even had some of his archive seized. Sadly people still believe they could have their films confiscated.” Most of the collectors are not interested in selling, but feel they should not be penalised for storing film for 50 years. “If we list all the found footage we could simply go to an auction house and sell it, which would save some of it, but then it could go anywhere. That seems sad, when there is such a growing interest in celluloid among younger people again. It has become quite fashionable,” said Franklin.

Lost Doctor Who episodes found – but owner is reluctant to hand them to BBC | Doctor Who | The Guardian

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Zooming Through Quanta with Hermes: Quantum Teleportation's Divine Comedy

Greetings and salutations, you delightful bunch of mortals, immortals, and everyone who's just stopping by out of sheer cosmic curiosity! We're here to natter, chatter, and generally show off about something so mind-boggling, so fabulously absurd, that it'll make your neurons do backflips in excitement. What could this possibly be, you inquire with bated breath? Hold onto your laurel wreaths, because it's none other than quantum teleportation, narrated by yours truly – Hermes, the messenger god of wit, charm, and now, apparently, quantum mechanics.

Now, before you conjure images of sci-fi movies with blinking lights and whooshing sounds, let’s set the record straight: this isn't about teleporting your cat, your chariot, or yourself from your drab earthly dwelling to the glistening peaks of Mount Olympus. Sorry to burst your bubble, but we're dealing with something way cooler than simple movie magic. We're talking about the kind of stuff that makes the very gods sit up and pay attention: quantum teleportation. It's the art (and yes, we dare say, the sheer genius) of zipping quantum information across the cosmos faster than we can deliver Zeus's lightning bolts – and believe us, we're pretty fast.

Imagine, if you will, a universe where communication is so advanced, it makes Hermes’ speedy deliveries look like a slow-moving tortoise on a lazy day. In this universe, particles are entangled in a cosmic tango, spinning, and swaying to a rhythm that's beyond the grasp of mere mortal understanding. And in this dazzling dance of particles and waves, quantum teleportation is the star performer!

"But what is it really about?" you ask, scratching your head, trying to wrap your mortal minds around this divine enigma. Let us paint you a picture with words, as vivid and lively as one of Dionysus's famed parties. Quantum teleportation is all about whisking quantum information from one place to another, without it having to travel the intervening space. No, we're not making this up! It's like whispering a secret into the wind in Athens and having it heard instantly in Sparta. It’s downright spooky – and we mean the kind of spooky that would give Hades a run for his money.

Now, the mechanics of this – and brace yourselves, because this part is juicier than a pomegranate in Persephone’s hands – revolves around something called quantum entanglement. It’s like an invisible, unbreakable string connecting two particles, regardless of the distance between them. Think of it like two dancers, perfectly in sync, even if they're on opposite ends of the dance floor. When one moves, the other reacts instantaneously. This, our dear audience, is the heart and soul of quantum teleportation: a connection that defies space, laughs in the face of distance, and winks cheekily at the very laws of physics.

But let's not get lost in the heavenly clouds just yet! Bringing this celestial concept down to earth, scientists – those modern-day wizards and descendants of Prometheus – have actually managed to perform this miraculous feat in the lab. They've teleported quantum information across particles, heralding a new era of communication and computing that could be as revolutionary as fire was to ancient humankind. We're talking about creating unbreakable codes, ultra-fast computers, and maybe, just maybe, unraveling some of the universe’s most tantalizing secrets.

So, strap on your winged sandals, grab a cup of nectar (or coffee, for the more earthly among you), and prepare to be amazed, dazzled, and possibly a bit confounded. We're about to unravel the mysteries of quantum teleportation, with a flair that only Hermes can provide. Ready for a tale that's part science, part magic, and entirely out of this world? Trust us, it's going to be epic – after all, when have the gods ever disappointed?

There you have it, folks – a sneak peek into the high-flying, hair-twisting, and absolutely bonkers world of quantum teleportation. Hold onto your hats (or helmets, if you're feeling particularly Spartan today), because we're just getting started! And remember, in the world of quantum mechanics, expect the unexpected – it's all part of the fun!

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My minibang fic is mutichap so here we go for Invisobang 2022! For the minibang I was partnered with the fabulous and talented @astravis whose art will be posted along with the sixth and final chapter on Friday, so stay tuned!

(Chap two) (Ch 3) (ch. four) (five) (and 6)

BREAKING: NASA Lands Earths First Manned Spacecraft on Mars!

The creepy Fenton kid and the town's resident ghost hero go missing on the same day, and for weeks Amity Park is all abuzz about it. If the timing is suspicious, the doctors Fenton don't think anything of it. But Sam and Tucker think they can find Danny and bring him back. In fact, they're certain of it.

On a cold, steel table, in a certain lab, in a sprawling, labyrinthine, top secret facility, there is a boy named Danny.

[A tragedy following the wake of Danny's disappearance and the strange set of circumstances revealed between five points of view. But how did he get caught in the first place? And where did he go?]

Chapter 1: Space Case (Read it on AO3)

[Warning: dissection/vivisection, dissociation]

On a cold, steel table, in a certain lab, in a sprawling, labyrinthine, top secret facility, there is a boy named Danny. He is strapped down tightly with electrified restraints, his chest and abdomen cut wide open to make his insides easily accessible to the scientists examining him, a large needle lanced through his temple into his brain. Any other boy would be dead in Danny's condition. However, Danny is only half dead, and more importantly, he is half alive.

The situation he is in has lost all of its novelty to him. Though he has no idea how long he's been there, maybe days, maybe months, maybe longer or less—the horrific has become mundane. Where once he felt indescribable pain, he now feels nothing. Where once he screamed, he now is silent. Desensitized to the agony, absent from his senses, his mind wanders—as it often did before being ripped from his ordinary life, and brought here—to space. None of this would be happening to him if he was in space, he thinks.

Space is unfathomably enormous. So big, he's heard it said, that in the time it would take for one to finish describing its vastness, it would already have fucktoupled in size. The thought would once have quirked his lips up in a smile, but now his lips are stone. Space is home to trillions of planets, and trillions of stars, and trillions of other celestial bodies, and based on those numbers, it's statistically impossible that humans are the only intelligent life in the universe.

However due to the gargantuan nature of the universe, it is equally unlikely that humans will ever meet other intelligent life forms from across the many galaxies, light-years upon light-years away. Danny has always taken that as a challenge. He is going to go to space one day. No matter how much the odds are against it, he wants to discover alien life-forms. Even if he doesn't, he thinks, he'll fail among the stars, and that's a whole lot more interesting than failing in the dirt.

Before all this, Danny always kept up with the latest advancements in space travel and astronomy, and he wonders how much he's missed while trapped here. He used to try to escape, but now he's just tired. At least he has plenty of time to think now. Since he was four years old, he's been studying to be an astronaut. If research and development go smoothly, according to his timeline, he thought he'd be an astronaut in time to join the first manned mission to Mars.

That doesn't look as likely now.

No Mars Rover engineer ever cut open a fourteen-year-old. At least, he's pretty sure. And in space there are no ghosts, and no suffering, and no grossly unethical science. He could still do it, he thinks, as though he is not on a table, in a lab, in a top secret facility.

It's hard to be present in his own body now, to feel, to see, to taste, and hear, and smell. It's easier to forget where he is, who he is. He can't tell if he's Fenton or Phantom anymore. He can check, open his eyes, force his blurry vision to focus long enough to see if the hair falling into his face is black or white but... which belongs to which? He looks down and sees a slimy pink organ being roughly jerked upwards, out of his open torso.

Fenton then. Phantom doesn't have any of those, he thinks as he feels himself floating upwards, looking down on himself, and the scientists, watching everything, but at the same time not really paying attention. He hasn't moved, but he's not there anymore, not as far as he can tell.

He can remember some of the discoveries in the first day or two, the feeling of foreign fingers sifting through the ectoplasmic goo in Phantom's chest cavity where Fenton has a heart and lungs, the dreadful, icy feeling when a gloved fingernail brushed against his core, and he froze the whole lab and everyone there in an instant, defending his ghost half's only vital organ. They have the technology to clear the ice quickly, though they decided to put off experimenting with his core to a later date.

As Fenton, however, there is no soft bubbling and fizzing of ectoplasm, instead the sloshing and squishing of flesh and fluids fills the air, along with the smell of antiseptic and raw meat. The sensation of someone else's hand, reaching inside him and pulling out foot after foot of intestine where in his ghost form there is only green fog and ghostly swamp sludge.

"Subject continues to regenerate lost organs," says a male voice which Danny has grown familiar with, though he still has not been able to put a name to it. The man is referred to as Dr. H, and nothing else. "Thus far there does not appear to be an upper limit to the subject's healing factor, even when deprived of oxygen. According to our sensors, the subject has not taken in oxygen in the last six days and nine hours, approximately."

Has he really not breathed in over six days? Danny wonders. He hasn't even thought about it, but in retrospect, that seems right. Breathing hurts—everything hurts—so he stopped doing it. He doesn't try to breathe. He doesn't hurt anymore, doesn't feel anything.

A door opens. The door. There's only one door in the room as far as Danny is aware, and no windows. He remembers checking when he first got there, but it takes him a few seconds to remember why. It was probably the getting nabbed and strong armed into ghost proof bonds that put him off to the idea at first, but the clinical laboratory, suspicious vials of colored goo, and medical equipment that looks like torture devices, didn't ease his worries.

"Ah, Miss Fenton," Dr. H greets. "I was hoping to get a quick evaluation of the subject's psychological state. It hasn't screamed in over a week, and hasn't been breathing lately. It doesn't appear to be in danger of destabilizing or dissolving, which would put a halt to our research, but I am worried that it may be in danger of turning into a full ghost and losing its human attributes if it cannot maintain its humanoid psyche."

"Danny?" It's Jazz. Jazz is here! She's here! Why... why does that matter? "Are you there?"

"Somewhere," he responds, voice floating out of his mouth with no force behind it. To speak without breath always felt strange to him in the past, but he's not thinking about that now. He's excited to see his sister, though he can't remember why. He's angry, or maybe he's afraid. Maybe he feels nothing at all. Should he?

She smiles at him, a sad, pitying smile, but there is horror behind her eyes, and he vaguely wonders why. "Are you in pain? How are you feeling?"

"Dunno... should I be?" he asks. "How can I be?"

"Well?" Dr. H cuts in. "Can I continue or not?"

"I believe his body is fine." She sounds relieved. Her voice is wracked with guilt when she speaks again. "In my opinion, he seems to have entered a severe dissociative state. He is aware of his situation, but his brain has disconnected itself from everything to protect him, so he may feel as though he does not exist, or as though he is watching what's happening like a movie, rather than experiencing it."

"Excellent," says Dr. H, as though that's the best possible answer she could have given. "That means the subject is complacent, and in an excellent state to be moved for the next stage of experiments." A radio crackled with static. "Agent Q, ready the ecto-repulsive vacuum chamber, over."

"Affirmative, Dr. H, over and out," a voice hissed back through the radio.

"I do not believe that's the best—" Jazz tries to say, but she doesn't get to the end of her sentence before Dr. H cuts her off dismissively.

"Thank you Miss Fenton, that will be all. I have to stitch it back up before we can begin experimenting in the vacuum chamber." After a moment, the door opens and closes again. "Activating subject's spectral transformation to increase the speed of its healing factor and thus the likelihood that it will be able to withstand vacuum chamber experiments." Dr. H tweaks the needle in Danny's brain and as the white rings wash over his body, he is hypnotized by them.

They are like the rings of Saturn, thin and white and cold, made of ice and rock and space dust, a hundred and seventy thousand miles across, and only thirty feet thick, circling the gaseous planet like fan blades. He knows it's unlikely, but Danny hopes to see them in person one day, too. Maybe as mankind encroaches further outward into space, they'll send a manned mission to Titan, or Enceladus. Maybe he can be on it.

By the time Dr. H and Agent Q transfer Danny into the vacuum chamber, his mind is long gone again, in a vacuum of its own, marveling at the beauty of Saturn's rings as he looks down from one of its moons. Outer space never ceases to amaze, and Danny is struck dumb by its radiance.

#dissection tw #dissociation tw #human experimentation tw #danny phantom #danny fenton #guys in white #angst #dp #space science #space imagery #fic #invisobang 2022 #breaking: NASA lands earth’s first manned spacecraft on mars #why oh why did I give it such a long title T-T #chapter one #things i wrote

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☆.:(My Object Shows - In ABC Order):.☆

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→ A • A Frozen Spooky Haunted Nightmare • Among Of The Imposters • Aquafall Bitterhope Wasteland • Arcade Internet

→ B • Battle For Cool Island • Battle For Fucking • Battle For KABOOM City • Battle For The Farm • Battle For The Football Camp • Battle For The Lochness Island • Beach Island All-Stars • Beanstalk Island And The Imagery Up-View • Blue Pyramidz Island • Block-Star Universe

→ C • Candy Land • Carnival Insanity • Chocolate Explorative Vile Stage • Christmas Wonders Christmas Victory • Circus Craziness • Cloudy Island • Cook Island's Chef Lawyers • Crystal World

→ D • Dark Shadowbird Venomking Pyramids Dessert(Dark History Of The Pyramiders) • Deleted World • Digital Forest • Diverse Star Island • Doll House

→ E • Ever Land Weather Land

→ F • Fairy Dust Forest • Fairy Farm Forest Tree House • Festival Of The Lantern Nights • Fire Strike Through • Flower Area World • Forced Heaven Land • Forgotten Island • Fortnight Legend Sources • Fruit Festival Island

→ G • Glowing Field • Graffiti Tunnel Values

→ H • Horror Cave With No Way Out, Unless❓

→ I• Ice Skates Miracle • Inanimate Camp Battle • Inspirational Crazy Pop

→ J • Jungle Land Around The Rain-Forest

→ K • Kyoto Spa Interior

→ L • Legendary Girls Fluffers • Long Island Mafia • Luxurious Fandom

→ M • Mafia Bonanza Sailor-Ship • Magical Magnificent Mature Imagery World Universe • Milky Mountain Way • Music Magical Island City (Also known as Loo-Loo-Land/Laa-Laa-Land)

→ N • Neon Fabulous Famous • New York Nightmare • Nightmare Before Christmas • Ninja Rivalry Battlefield • No Escape To Galaxy System Alien Space • North Pole Hotel International

→ O • Objective Justice • Ocean Universe • Opera Tricks Squiders Game

→ P • Penitentiary Prison • Pirate Victory Sailing Adventure • Powerful Wonders Land Through • Pride Colourful Island

→ Q • Questionable Cursed Provision In The Meadow

→ R • Royalty Worth

→ S • Safari Paradox Fantasies • Schooling High Hills • Snakes And Ladders • Snow Land Frostbite Day • Soft Hospital Space • Sparkly Late Land Party • Stable Stalefarm Wheatland • Star Luxury Ocean SeaWorld • Summer Last Nights Of Happiness • Super Land Zayzi

→ T • Texas Lane In Strike Thriving • The Abandoned Disneyland • Top Tier Happiness • Total Universe • Toys Playland

→ U • Underground Kingdom

→ V • Virtual Reality Universe • Volcano Lava Valley

→ W • Wawanakwa Campsite BeNokwa • Wealthy Ultimate Inanimate Island • Wonderland Of Bliss And Hell • World Of Chess

#crunchedbreadbagsart #my art #my ocs #my post #my shows #my stuff #my writing #object oc #object show community #object shows

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["When I got home, I convinced my mom I had to go to the hospital. I was there for nineteen days, grasping at anything I could, trying to communicate my experience for the first time ever: gender, sexuality, despair, worthlessness, hopelessness, and above all, invisibility.

I had suffered from a psychotic break, and was coming back slowly, only to be met with an even wider, gaping pit of depression. Medication wasn't helping; I spent my late teens and early twenties on a lot of different medications (antidepressants, mood stabilizers, antipsychotics) trying to find some balance. None of these worked for me; some even made matters worse. Eventually I just gave up and went off all medications; I just tried to live with my mental illness. Therapy was helping, gradually, but it was a bizarre experience for someone who did not yet know how to speak up.

At eighteen, after a therapy session, I wrote in my journal, "I told Dr. Slankster about the movie, Boys Don't Cry. It's the true story about a woman who feels she is a boy, and as a result is beaten, raped, and ultimately killed. Dr. Slankster wanted to know if I ever feel like I'm in the wrong body. She then asked, "Do you feel comfortable with a chest?" I sidestepped that question. I wouldn't want to be a man though. My personality wouldn't permit it."

At twenty, I attended a presentation held at my college about transgender rights. The girl I had a crush on sat right next to me, and my on-campus counselor sat right behind us both. It was the first time I considered that the term might apply to me. That night, I wrote in my journal, "Apparently, 'transgender' is much broader than I thought. I guess... I am transgender? I like the idea of 'boy' but not of 'man'/ 'Man' is intimidating and evil and perverse and repulsive and disturbing and... where did these thoughts come from?" After that, I started experimenting even more with my gender presentation wearing tight boy's undershirts instead We of bras, and boy's briefs exclusively. I regularly cut (or, rather, hacked away at) my own hair, sculpting a rough mohawk or something thereabouts. On one occasion, I shaved it down to my scalp and wore a ski cap that whole spring.

At twenty-four, I pursued a friendship with a drag king. She showed me that by shopping in the women's sections at thrift stores, you could find the most fabulous costume elements, perfect for over-the-top strutting and flaunting. This flamboyant take on masculinity didn't go over so well with audiences, but we were having a blast. We infiltrated the pride parade a few years in a row, wearing outrageous costumes, carrying a boom box playing new wave jams. We were affiliated with no one, just a rogue pair, dancing among the floats and interacting with the crowd.

On Sunday mornings, I would go to a gender identity support group, my stand-in for church. We would convene, sit in a circle, and engage in a very specific, ritualistic dance. The two mediators would welcome us and invite everyone to open up. We all had predictable roles that had been established early on. Here was Kara, who was transitioning on the job as a prison guard; she was a star member of our congregation. She was always well composed and ticking off her journey one bullet point at a time. We would hear her update and then congratulate her on her newest accomplishment. Then Brian would speak up. He hadn't started his transition yet, but he too was commanding and confident. Then with some coaxing, either Kristin or Wesley or Casey would talk, and the struggle would suddenly get real, much more raw and vulnerable. Commonalities would surface: family rejection, job discrimination, trouble making ends meet, substance abuse, even homelessness. I'd sit in the same seat week after week and play the closed-off compassionate empath, the one who always had cautious advice and reassuring words, but maintained distance."]

Kameron Ackerman, from Making Waves in an Unforgiving Maze, from Non-binary: Memoirs of Gender and Identity, edited by Micah Rajunov and Scott Duane, Columbia University Press, 2019

#kameron ackerman #gender stuff #trans literature #terra preta #wasteland radio #cw rape #cw abuse

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Amphiba Weekly Reviews: Mr. X/ Sprig’s Birthday

Hello all you happy people! And we’re back with another frogtastic week of amphibia as we approach our yuletiede season finale. Still I got a month of episodes to cover and season 3 continues it’s hot streak as we meet an awesome new antagonist and get a fun birthday episode that dosen’t really advance anything but is just really entertaining so fuck it.

I know I keep gushing about the season every week but it’s hard not to: this is the show at it’s very best with everything that made it good, some new stuff that makes it better and just so much to compliment, analyzie and make jokes every week. I’ll be sad to see the show go when it’s on this hot a run but a friend of mine has some wise words on the subject

I’d rather the show go out on it’s absolute hightest point than slowly fizzle out and hope it gets good again. While I DO think Disney needs to rethink giving shows more than three seasons, and in ONE CASE GIVE IT THE THREE FULL SEASONS IT WAS PROMISED, it’s clear Matt carefully crafted the show to be three acts, plenty of room for wacky side shenanigans that fully explore it’s two worlds and colurful cast, but not so much that he dosen’t get to finish the story his way. Granted again, Dana Terrace played that way too and got shit on for it, and I bring it up here because I won’t let disney forget it till they give us a steven universe future esque fourth season as an apology, but my point is more often than not disney will give a show at least three seasons and it was better to plan for that than hope for a fourth. And as seen with star vs getting a fourth dosen’t mean you’ll do something constructive with it. Lotta dunking in this paragraph and I regret none of it. You reap what you sow.

As for news... I still got nothing, but I did get a plushie of donald duck.

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Mr. X

We open with our titular new villian, Mr. X. And he’s played by motherfucking Ru Paul!

RuPaul is an icon and while I haven’t watched Drag Race, I know you may boo, I support the fact the man brought Drag to the main stream, being the the first drag performer to rep a cosmetics line, producing albums and of course drag race which has been a huge hit and continues to be one. The Man, The Woman, The Legend is someone I really wish I knew more about as they seem to have had a fascenating life and geninely sparkle anytime they show up in something weether as their fabulous self or playing a role. RuPaul’s voice acting resume is suprisingly small, but when they show up they bring it. They previously tore it the fuck up in two episodes of Harvey Beaks as Jackie Slithersteen, easily the show’s best guest character and guest voice. She only showed up twice, but every second they were on screen was a fucking gift and one of the biggest tragedies of not getting a season 3, among the many other valid reasons, is that given the pattern established by the last two seasons we did not get a third Jackie episode. I could also not find a clip compleation because god apparently hates me... and because Harvey Beaks needs a larger fanbase. Hopefully Jellystone will help with that as it increases CH Greenblat’s profile again.

Point is I was amped and RuPaul dosen’t disapoint. Mr. X is easily one of the best additions the series has had and given this in the same season that gave us the Boonchuy parents, who likewise have added a ton to the show despite coming in in it’s final act, that’s high praise. This is also a show that’s had an all star voice cast, as well as some up and coming talent, from day one and only built from there. So coming into the show this late in the game, with only 3/4 of the series left, and instantly becoming one of the most memorable and engaging parts of it in the span of an episode is a hard feat. It also speaks to the disney creative team talent that this is the SECOND breakout villian they’ve created in the span of a year after Hunter over in Owl House. These creators work damn hard and get shit on constantly so give them some love.

Mr. X shares some of your standard alien hunter tropes: He wears a suit, he has glasses (If fly lenses instead of the standard shades), dosen’t realize our heroes aren’t harmfull and possibly dosen’t give a shit if they aren’t, and has a ton of resources at hand despite being thought of as a crank by some of his peers. What makes X diffrent than his forebearers then?

Like I said it’s very clear they either designed X with RuPaul in mind to voice him or changed them up once it was clear who they got for the voice. Instead of your standard drab secret agent suits, Mr.X wears a flamboyantly awesome bright purple sequin suit, designer shades, and pink lipstick. He also wears fancy shoes that are also heelies, a nice personal touch as he clearly had to get those made custom, but they come in handy in his line of work, so it’s a perfect visual nod to how X is a mixture of style and subtance. They ooze style.. but their also damn good at the job, easily sussing out a few details from what little they could get in the photo. As for why hunt the Plantars first it’s simple: the tech is dandy but they can both easily confiscate it under goverment ordiance. The Plantars however are unknown aliens: they hide in plain sight, clearly can disguise themselves, and as he susses out from Anne’s hand, have a human acomplice they can’t identify, which he also cleverly figures out is 80′s Sci Fi Junk, a real ET Situation, one who he’ll arrest but likely figures being a kid dosen’t know what she has if their dangerous. It’s what makes him compelling: Sure he’s judging the plantars without knowing them, and dosen’t get maybe why they might not want to turn themselves in to the US Goverment, but to him he’s defending the world. And at least so far it dosen’t seem to be out of a sense of ego or cruelty like say Henry Peter Gyrinch from marvel or that douchebag from the iron giant: he’s just good at what he does. And given this is the same earth as Gravity Falls and possibly The Owl House, there are GENINELY dangerous creatures on this planet. For all we know X simply met the wrong one. It dosen’t make his actions perfect, again he could try talking to them first, suss them out instead of charging in, but it makes him far more intresting than if he was just some one note asshole who hates alieyums because shut up> To them their a righteous hunter protecting humanity from dangerous predators, instead of a misguided man going after innocent people instead of the ACTUAL invader from another world.

And i’ts clear his niceness isn’t an act or something that will drop entirely: He’s geninely kind and sweet to his assitant jenners, even flirting with “Jenny” when Jenny blushes a bit after he compliments them. And when he goes to Thai Go for some lunch, again on Jenny’s suggestion, he’s perfectly nice to Mrs. B, talking to her in Thai and politely asking about the aliens. In fact this is the only real mistep he makes in the episode in regards to his methods and it’s one he coudln’t of possibly predicted in any way shape or form: he just happened to show up at the restaurant ran by our heroine’s parents.

Before we can get into more about how Mr. X is just the best, we have to get into the episodes setup: After the fight last episode/the night before, Mr and Mrs B are super amped, something the Plantars recognize as being wired after a scrap. The two want to fight something else but until Andrias sends another robot their shit out of luck and Anne wants to try to keep her parents out of peril. It’s a naive but understandable position: to her their just her dorky parents, she dosen’t see them as fighters or being anything but targets. But last episode proved that was clearly not true: Jeff ran the Annsterminator the fuck over the second he saw it and Mrs. B not only provided a clever distraction on Anne’s direction, but fucking hammered the shit out of a nigh unstoppable killing machine and by hobbling it made victory at all possible for Anne. The two are stronger than they appear.. just like Ann herself when she first touched down. Anne had to learn to survivie too, and did so greatly and used her own skills as a tween to her advantage. Her parents can do the same and have a good few decades on her. She’s just scared the same way they were when she first came back. But for now Anne’s taking the plantars to the movies.

And that’s what creates the tense, engaging setup for the episode: Mr. X shows up at Thai Go, accidently tipping off his targets allies and giving them possible back up while Anne and Co are stuck in a public space with little room to manuver and an experienced and deadly agent at their backs.

I will admit i’ve always loved movie theaters: the sights, the popcorn, the fond memories of great cinema, the less fond memories of not so great cinema, the good times with friends and family. So it’s nice to see Braly tribute theaters at a time when they might be in danger. Anne accepts Sprig calling it a church, the Plantars are fascinated. While i’m fine with day and date releases, especially in this pandemic, I don’t want to see theaters go. There’s just something about seeing a film on the big screen you can’t get, especially with big budget epics.

It also provides a great setting for the episode: it gives us a good reason WHY Anne doesen’t get her mom’s messages till X has already reached them, only reading her texts just in time to see the man at the door. The following chase is also pure awesome, as Anne darts around the theater, ducking into another one.. but EVERY time, X is right behind them getting easily his coolest scene of the episode as he casually shows up behind them in the theater and casually talks to them. He even has a big ass drink in his hand, which in hindsight is a really awesome visual cue i’m just taking in now: it says that he not only went and got a drink, but he got one ENTIRELY for effect: to both sell him being there and to casually say he coudl’ve gotten to them at any time and took his sweet ass time with it. Every chase is fraught and he almost gets hop pop when they end up in a storage room, also getting a good look at him at that. He ends up with our heroes trapped in a bathroom.. and having called Jenners for backup meaning he has them surrounded. Within what could only have been a half an hour at most, he nearly had our heroes and is DEEPLY terrifying as he does it, stalking them perfectly.

But as I said.. NEARLY. This ep is just as much about showing how much of an asset Mr and Mrs B are to the quartet. The two tail Mr. X there, only failing to block him because his ice cream truck HQ can also do a stilt man and just go over them. They still follow him there, and with Jenners gene scanning anyone leaving, making exit impossible, they quickly come up with a plan, one anne dodges till she’s out of options.

And said plan is brilliant.. we first see the end result of it, as when Mr. X and some fellow FBI agents swarm the bathroom they only find two frogs and a tadpole, getting him laughed at. But in one final nice touch unlike most alien hunting agents who get mocked, Mr. X takes it in stride: he dosen’t give a shit about these idiots laughing at him or taking him seriously. He’s just happy that clearly these opponents aren’t going to go down easy and this is going to be so much fun. He ENJOYS the chase and a good opponent.. and knows deep down he and jenners will win in the end. And given that he only DIDN’T this time due to an X Factor, pun intended, he coudln’t of possibly planned for, and one given he’s seen anne’s face and said laughing agent saw mrs. b’s, not to mention he’ll probably trace the frogs and tad poles, won’t work again. He’ll likely have our heroes number if he can get it and if not he’ll be making sure this trick dosen’t work again.

As for the trick itself it’s simply our faviorite new couple using all the tricks they’ve picked up over an awesome life: Mrs. B stalled the backup with a magic trick...

And it’s telling how good this episode was that that DIDN’T make either of my images for this episode but I still had to share it. Also they just.. had domino in the car for some reason I guess. Point is i’ts precious and kept them off their backs while Jeff went to the pet store and bought the frogs, and it was from Anne’s T-Ball coach meaning he might be able to hide the purchase. They then took out the power as they’d previous tried to fix their houses own power.. and failed horribly. So the lesson is your horrible mistakes can sometimes thwart ru paul hunting your child and some frogs for sport and the good of humanity. It’s one we can all enjoy. It shows that despite not having been to amphibia their a clear asset in the fight against andrias and as for fighting tiself.. that can be learned. But the heart and determination of a hero, to do anything to save those you love.. that they got.

Anne admits she was wrong and apologizes and we wrap with one last bit of business: how did they know which bathroom. Turns out they strapped a tracker to hop pop, who didn’t even register what that was and which polly rips off while Anne wonders what the hell and mr and mrs b just look embarassed. God I love this show.

Final Thoughts: As you could tell by the lack of jokes this episode was pretty fucking awesome and hard to riff. I mean there was a thing here and there btu I mostly wanted to gush. From an utterly excellent new antagonist to showing off my new faviorite couple, this episode was a masterpiece from start to finish.

Sprig’s Birthday:

This episode is another awesome one, if more of a stock plot: Anne and Sprig are doing research.. which amounts to Anne reading Dante’s Inferno... look if you want to contact hell just look in the ars goetia. I know a queer birdman who has weekends free right now thanks to his divorce and is very boring and miserable. He’ll do you a solid for some mice and some attention i’m sure of it. Sprig of course made this

Sprig clearly knows what the deadliest species around is... they didn’t come from here after all. It’s all in this educational video

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But Hop Pop and Polly come in with a surprise.. it’s sprigs birthday! Hit it hesh!

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They even made him the ceremonial mud crown which they put on him to his delight

Look at that boy. That is the goodest boy. Protect him show... I expect him to live through it or else. Anne is horrified.. not by the crown, that is a bitchin crown that represents the earth and the worms in the dirt and presumably Popo’s stool.

No Anne is horrified because she didn’t know it was Sprig’s birthday or he was turning eleven and vows to make it a good one. She also finds out what the normal tradition is post crown and song: starring out a window and reflecting on your whole life. Being 11, that’s not a lot so Sprig’s done quick and he and his family plan to take in one of their 8 streaming services

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I don’t have a gif for this.. yet. Anyway, while watching every episode of the muppet show in a single day would be pretty sweet, and frankly I need to watch more episodes in a single month i’m way behind my quota and fozzie’s coming for my kneecaps, Anne instead wants to tear it up earth stylez and take sprig on a self indulgent day of fun. She also throws the crown which is rude, that is a btiching crown. Seriously some fan make a replica of that I wants it for my shelf. You don’t toss away a bitching crown unless it’s cursed anne. that’s just crown ettique 101 gurl.

Sprig isn’t quite convinced as Amphibia birthdays are all about reflection and thanks for those around you while Anne assumes earth birthdays are all about self enduglance and getting what you want, with both wondering which one is the brainwashed one. To me it’s in the middle: Birthdays are about good times, but their also about spending them with those you love: friends, family, your puppers and kitties, reflecting on how far you’ve come, and enjoying your life. And also eating lots of really good food because i’ts your birthday and you get to pick a nicer restraunt. Hell i’m doing both for my birthday week as i’m reviewing nothing but things that both mean something to me and I want to. Even my comission is something I geninely wanted to cover Kev is commissioning as a present that combines two of my favorite things. My point is Birthdays are both a day to celebrate yourself and enjoy yourself, btu also those around you and appricate all they’ve done for you. You can have both.

So Anne takes him all over: back to the mall, with less hyjinksy results, to get fittied in b-day clothes, eventaully settling for just a party hat and birthday hoodie: to the amusment park where the guard lets him ride and it goes about as well for sprig as it did bart simpson...

Cumulating in a trip to a mexican restraunt to gorge themselves, something I can relate to given me and my best friends faviorite restraunt to visit on Movie Days is a nearbye On the Border and they put sparklers in flan that Sprig ends up eating, spitting hot fires which the marachi’s jam out to.

It’s a great day and Sprig finally gets some of what Anne was getting at: it’s okay to have some overindugince with the self reflection. I mean me i’m turning 30... i’m handling it about as well as bo burnham

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And I need a week to just write some fun stuff I love dearly. So imagine how much a kid whose stranded away from his girlfriend, spooky friend, and everyone he’s known after getting thrown to his death and nearly dying, and is currently being hutned by a king with a god complex and a fabulous secret agent needs to party hardy.

Still Anne makes it about her after hearing it’s the third best birthday, feeling she’s failed as a friend. As a video I happened to see in my recomendeds made me see she’s showing a bit of Sasha there, if still more benevolent as her idea is a hot air balloon ride! Hopefully there’s no pits of lava for her.

So they go and end up getting the creepy ass clown one as they held over a promotional balloon from IT. Not my joke: the ballon is VERY CLEARY the movie version of Pennywise, just with purple hair, and head veins, likely from watching the sequel to the first one. Sprig is naturally horrified which.. fair but he’s lucky> he could’ve gotten the other ballon they had.. but that one got away. Wonder where it ended up.

But they can’t take their creepy clown murder balloon up into what’s undoutbly the carefree setup for IT Chapter 3: We’re So Sorry For the Last One as theirs high winds. Anne decides fuck that and takes them up while the guy’s not loosing as she convinced him to let them stand in it. This goes badly though as it takes off.. for our heroes who have to control the balloon, for the audeince it leads to a BLIZZARD of amazing jokes my faviorite being a guy trying to propose to his boyfriend only for this to happen.

This show went from a ten to a super turbo championship edition with the gayness and i’m so fucking happy about that. It’s just good stuff.

Eventually the balloon is about to crash so our heroes bail into some garbage. Anne apologizes for her bullshit and Sprig gives her a friend punch, a thing i’d forgotten from way back in episode two (the show lampshades it of course) and explains this isn’t #3 because of the fun stuff, though it helps: i’ts because he had it with his best friend.

Oh and it gets fuller: Turns out #2 was when he got his hat.. from his parents.....

He can’t remember it well but it’s why he remembers it. #1 was his first because he was born in the first place. Which makes sense. They go home having tied up all the loose ends.. and left jeff at the balloon place with his garifled books or as he calls them fine literature. You are a complicated man Jeff, I would love to do mushrooms with you.

Final Thoughts: This one was good what can I say. While it went back to the “Anne insenstively fucks things up well” it did so in a creative and understandable way: Sprig’s her only close friend left with Sasha and Marcy stuck back on amphibia after both stabbed her in the back in ways that will take time. So of course she’d overcompensate and for once, much like with Stumpys it DIDN’T go horribly when she brought her own flair to things: it only did once she made it about her instead of simply sharing her culture with him.... though I do feel she shoudl’ve apologized for insulting his culture at some point, but hey, sometimes you can’t win it all and any episode that has a murder clown ballon, a gay propsoal interputed by said balloon, flaming marachis, jeff appricating comic strips and a bitching ass crown can easily compensate

Next Time: SPIDER-SPRIG BITCHES! Also some gay newts try to free a gay human from a prefrence ambgious dictator. Fun times for all!

#amphibia #mr. x #sprig's birthday #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #polly plantar #mrs. boonchuy #jeff boonchuy #hopidah plantar #Jenners #birthday #rupaul #disney #disney channel

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X-Men Unabridged: 109 (1978)

The X-Men, those plant-loving mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 109) - by Chris Claremont and John Byrne

Ororo not noticing Moira casually drowning Banshee or Wolverine being punted around by some poutine-roided idiot because she’s too busy eating the Piotr-shaped eye candy is such a mood.

I wonder what my ethnic curse would be. Perhaps: ‘By Mata Hari’s bedazled bikini!’

Plot-wise, issue 109 is not that dense. Half the issue deals with the X-Men coming home from their space-adventures, the other half has Wolverine dealing with the Canadian government coming to claim their lost asset. I mean, Claremont uses three pages to tie up some loose Shi’ar ends through flashback because the last issue couldn’t fit it all in. It’s by its very definition a breather issue.

Doesn’t mean it’s not awesome.

WHERE TO START?! Why not with plant mommy Ororo?

Storm’s secondary mutation has to be that her hair always looks like a fabulous follicular cascade, even during an indoor spring shower.

Look, if I had weather powers, I’d probably be using it for mundane shit like watering my plants and ensuring nice weather at my friend’s weddings too. (Okay, maybe sometimes I’d zap dudes who tell random girls in bars to smile more.)

While Storm talks to plants and takes all her clothes off, Kurt does the other thing I do after a rough day at the office: he calls someone for some nookie.

I love that Amanda is so extra that she gives out signed photos of herself.

Kurt just looks so fucking cute here. Look at those little fangs! Yeah, Amanda, get it.

Like a lot of people to whom communication comes as easily as breathing, Piotr is defeated when faced with a blank letter. Look at that trash can: he’s tried this waaaaay too many times.

Anyway, I think “Sorry I haven’t been writing, was busy saving the universe. Weather’s lovely” has a nice ring to it.

Star Wars had been out for around half a year when this comic was published, and it’s safe to say Claremont was a huge fan. You can tell by the direction these comics are taken: the whole Shi’Ar space opera is obliquely inspired by Star Wars and Star Trek and their aesthetics. I mean, Corsair asks to be beamed up and there’s even references to a captain “Spo’ock”.

It was the end of the 70s. Everybody wanted to be a Skywalker: space was big, y’all. Nightcrawler loving the movies is not a coincidence - I wonder if Claremont was also a fan of Errol Flynn.

Anyway, we follow Kurt one more floor down, where he spooks Scott, brooding at the window. The result is an unintentionally hilarious interaction, where Scott and Kurt discuss Real Issues Like Men while Jean comes out to her parents outside.

“Mom and dad, I’m… the Phoenix.”

“Honey, we figured you might be when you introduced us to Misty Kn… Wait, what?”

To be fair, being possessed by a cosmic force for rebirth is almost the same as being gay: it imbues you with fabulous new insights, you start experimenting with your wardrobe and ever so often, you want to burn down the galaxy because some bitches in a gay club have slighted you.

But all that will come later.

Anyway, Jean’s kinda silly coming out leads to a pretty honest heart-to-heart between Nightcrawler and Cyclops. Scott tries to give Kurt grief because of his happy-go-lucky attitude, and Kurt gives him a deserved put-down.

Life can be unkind, Scotty, so embrace the kindness provided to you by a wise little devil.

Scott prefers to brood and Kurt is hanging with Amanda, so it’s a foursome - maybe even a double date? Moira and Sean, Piotr and Ororo. Logan asks for a ride - not because he wants to eat cheese and crackers among ants, no, he wants to blow off steam.

The X-Men’s chicken or egg: did Logan’s sideburns decide the shape of his headpiece, or did the headpiece shape his haircut?

I started reading the X-Men just when the Marvel Universe was starting to reach the height of Wolverine saturation: he was simply everywhere. Like, at some point, he was in X-Force and the Avengers while also being a Headmaster of the Jean Grey school. Add to that him being the face of the Fox X-Men universe… Listen, it was easy to get sick of him. I kind of did.

But this? Original flavor Wolverine, who’s still kinda short, kinda ugly and kinda stuck being a loner? He works as a character. Chris Claremont is beginning to explore his duality: the wild animal who has been experimented on vs. the honorable man who would do anything for his found family. He gives me major Granny Weatherwax vibes: he’s the kind of person who doesn’t need people, but he does need people to know that he doesn’t need people.

So yeah, he's still cool.

Also, his healing factor hasn’t been kicked to superhuman levels yet - you know, being able to regenerate from a single cell or whatever - so he actually feels kind of anxious when he’s about to toss himself off cliffs etc.

Not happy about that red belt, though.

Anyway, Wolverine is out doing the noble hunting-without-killing-thing, and then this motherfucker wrapped in a flag shows up. Look, I know I have something against dudes who brandish their nationality as their superhero identity, but this fool is just… ugh.

James MacDonald = the worst. Trust me on this.

Major MacMapleleaf then punts Wolverine across the forest, right into the other X-Men’s picnic, and now we’re all caught up.

Out of all the X-Men in this issue, Sean gets the least amount of screen time but, hey, at least I can steal a joke from him.

Don’t worry, despite the martyr/pièta pose, Moira will turn out just fine!

You weren’t worried?

Anyone?

Look, is there anyone who genuinely likes Moira as a character?

James Hudson, being the worst, doesn’t give a fuck that he just cross-fired an innocent woman - er, innocent as far as he knows, at least - and just nopes out of there, too outnumbered to fight the X-Men.

Yeah, you better run.

He vows to return with Alpha Flight, which… Eh, he’ll at least bring some more interesting characters with him. (Snowbird!) Now that he has sown enough seeds for a future plot to pick up on, Claremont calls it a day. I will also call it a day, after a little fashion watch. Out of all of these character, who has chosen the worst outfit?

Scott. It’s Scott. Look, I get that those ruby quartz glasses make the world a different color for you, but you’re wearing a mustard suit and a bespeckled yellow shirt underneath. Even when considering Moira’s attitude, it’s still the most stank thing in the doorway.

Sean, just what do you see in her?

#x-men #abridged x-men #x-men abridged #professor x #banshee #cyclops #phoenix #nightcrawler #storm #wolverine #colossus #moira mactaggert #chris claremont #john byrne #weapon alpha #alpha flight #lillandra #shi'ar #amanda sefton

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Wigging Out.

Choreographer and director Jonathan Butterell tells Gemma Gracewood about stepping behind the camera for Everybody’s Talking About Jamie, his love for Sheffield, and making sure queer history is kept alive. Richard E. Grant weighs in on tolerance and Thatcher.

Of 2021’s many conundrums, one for musical lovers is why the narratively problematic Dear Evan Hansen gets a TIFF premiere and theatrical release this month, while the joyously awaited Everybody’s Talking About Jamie went straight to Amazon Prime.

And yet, as the show’s lyrics go, life keeps you guessing, along came a blessing. There’s something about the film streaming onto young people’s home screens, with its moments of fourth-wall breaking where Jamie speaks straight to the viewer, that feels so important, given the content: a gay teen whose drag-queen destiny sits at odds with the less ambitious expectations of his working-class town.

Director and choreographer Jonathan Butterell, who also helmed the stage production (itself inspired by Jenny Popplewell’s 2011 BBC documentary, Jamie: Drag Queen at 16) agrees that the worldwide Amazon release is a very good silver lining. “I made the film for the cinema but, in 250 territories across the world, this is going to have a reach that—don’t get me wrong, cinema, cinema, cinema, collective experience, collective experience, collective experience—but it will get to people that it might not have got to before.

Jonathan Butterell on set with star Max Harwood, as Jamie.

“It feels as niche a story as you could possibly be. But also for me, I wanted it to feel like a universal story, that it didn’t matter where on any spectrum you found yourself, you could understand a young person wanting to take their place in the world freely, openly and safely.”

Everybody’s Talking About Jamie, with screenplay and lyrics by Tom MacRae and songs by Dan Gillespie Sells, sits neatly among a series of very specific feel-good British films about the working class experience, such as Billy Elliot, Kinky Boots and Pride. The film adds some historical weight to the story with a new song, ‘This Was Me’, which allows Jamie’s mentor, Hugo (played by Richard E. Grant), to take us into England’s recent past—the dark days of the discriminatory Section 28 laws, at a time when the HIV/AIDS epidemic was still ravaging the community.

Hugo’s drag persona Loco Chanelle (played in the flashback by the stage musical’s original Jamie—John McCrea from Cruella and God’s Own Country), sports a wig that looks suspiciously like the Iron Lady’s unmistakable head of hair. Grant confirms that was Hugo’s intention. “His heyday was in the 1980s, so as a ‘fuck you’ to Mrs Thatcher, what better than to be dressed up like that, at six-foot-eight, with a wig that could bring down the Taj Mahal!”

Richard E. Grant as Hugo, getting to work on Jamie’s contours.

In light of the current pandemic, and the fact that the 1967 legalization of homosexuality in Britain is only “an historical blink away”, Grant’s hope is for more tolerance in the world. “Maybe Covid gives people some sense of what that was like, but with Covid there’s not the prejudice against you, whereas AIDS, for the most part in my understanding, was [seen as] a ‘gay disease’, and there were many people across the globe who thought that this was, you know, whatever god they believe in, was their way of punishing something that they thought was unacceptable.

“The message of this movie is of inclusivity, diversity, and more than ever, tolerance. My god, we could do with a dose of that right now.”

Read on for our Q&A with Jonathan Butterell about the filmic influences behind Everybody’s Talking About Jamie.

Hugo in a reverie, surrounded by his drag menagerie.

Can we talk about the new song, ‘This Was Me’, and the way you directed it in the film? It’s a show-stopper, with Richard E. Grant singing in that beautiful high register, and then moving into Holly Johnson’s singing, as you go back in time to show that deeply devastating and important history. Jonathan Butterell: It felt inevitable, the shift, and necessary. Myself, Dan Gillespie Sells, the composer, and Tom MacRae, the screenwriter, we created this piece together, the three of us, and it’s a film by the three of us. We lived through that time, we went on those marches. Actually, in one of those marches [shown in flashback], Dan’s mum—actual mum—is in a wheelchair, by a young boy who was holding a plaque saying “my mum’s a lesbian and I love her”.

That is Dan with his mum back in the day, and it all speaks to our stories and it moves me, I can see it’s moving you. It moves me because I lived through that time, and it was a complex time for a young person. It was a time that you felt you had to be empowered in order to fight, and you felt very vulnerable because of the need to fight. And because of that disease, because HIV was prevalent and we lost people—we lost close people—it was a difficult time. I wanted to make sure that that story kept being told and was passed on to the next generation.

It’s so important isn’t it, to walk into the future facing backwards? It still exists, that need to fight still exists. The conversation, yes, has moved on, has changed, but not for all people and not in all communities.

What would be your go-to movie musical song at a karaoke night? My goodness. There’d be so many.

I mean, is it going to be a Cabaret, a Chicago showstopper, or something more Mary Poppins, something from Rent? I think what I would go to, which is what I remember as a little boy, is Curly singing ‘Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin’. It’s such a kind of perfect, beautiful, simple song. That, and ‘The Lonely Goatherd’, because I just want to yodel. It would be epic. Trust me.

What is the best film featuring posing and why is it Paris Is Burning? It’s always Paris Is Burning. Back in the day, I was obsessed with Paris Is Burning, I was obsessed with that world. In fact, at one moment I even met [director] Jennie Livingston in trying to make a theater piece inspired by that. I lived in New York for eleven years and I met Willi Ninja. I just adored everything about him, and he would tell me stories. And again, it was so removed from the boy from Sheffield, I mean so far. That New York ballroom scene was so removed from my world, but I got it. Those two boys at the top of the film, I just wanted to be one of those boys who just hung out outside the club.

Harwood and Butterell on set, with Lauren Patel (right) as Jamie’s bestie Pritti Pasha.

What films did you and Tom and Dan look at to get a feeling for how to present the musical numbers? Actually, a lot of pop videos, from present day to past. There’s an homage, in the black-and-white sequences, to a little ‘Vogue’ Madonna moment. Pop is very central to me in this story because pop is what a working-class kid from a working-class community will be listening to. That’s in his phone, that’s in his ears. Not that many young people listen to much radio at this moment in time, but that’s what will be on Margaret’s radio, that’s what’s coming into the kitchen. And that was central to the storytelling for me.

Bob Fosse also really influenced me, and particularly All That Jazz and where his flights of imagination take him. I felt that was so appropriate for Jamie, and again in a very, very different way, but I could see how Jamie’s imagination could spark something so fantastical that would lead him to dance, lead him to walk on the most amazing catwalk, lead into being in the most fabulous, fabulous nightclub with the most amazing creatures you’ve ever met in your life.

For me personally, the film that most inspired me was Ken Loach’s Kes, because that is my community. Both the world in which Jamie exists—Parsons Cross council estate, is my world, is my community—and the world of that young boy, finding his place in the world with his kestrel friend, I remember identifying with that boy so clearly. He was very different from me, very different. But I got him, and I felt like Ken Loach got me through him.

Ken Loach made a few films set in Sheffield, didn’t he? But also, Sheffield is a setting and an influence on The Full Monty, The History Boys, Funny Cow and that brilliant Pulp documentary. So Jamie feels like a natural successor. It absolutely does. Sheffield’s where I grew up, it’s my hometown. Although I moved away from it, I always return. To have a chance to celebrate my community, and particularly that community in Parsons Cross council estate. If you’re in Sheffield and you’re in a taxi and you said, “Take me to Parsons Cross,” they’d say, “Well, I’ll drop you there, but I’m not staying.” Because again there’s a blinkered view of that community. And I know that community to be proud, glorious and beautiful.

And yes, that community, particularly through the ’80s, really suffered because some of that community would serve the steelworks and had three generations of unemployment, so they became disenfranchised because of that. But the community I grew up in, my Auntie Joan, who lived on that road, literally on that road, was a proud, working class, glorious woman who served chips at school.

Aside from Everybody’s Talking About Jamie, what would be the most important queer British cinematic story to you? (And how do you choose between My Beautiful Laundrette and God’s Own Country?!) You can’t. My Beautiful Laundrette influenced me so much because, one, Daniel Day Lewis was extraordinary in that film, and two, because of the cross-cultural aspect of it. I went, “I know this world”, because again I grew up in that world. And it affirmed something in me, which is the power and the radicalness of who I could be and what I could be.

With God’s Own Country, when I saw that film—and that was Francis’ first film, which I thought was extraordinary for a first-time filmmaker—I knew he knew that world from the inside, from the absolute inside. And I know what that rural community was like. I read that script, because we share agents, and I was blown away by it—again, because of the two cultures coming together.

Jamie Campbell, the film’s real-life inspiration, with screen-Jamie Max Harwood.

Richard E. Grant’s character, Hugo, is such a pivotal mentor for Jamie. What did you need to hear from a mentor when you were sixteen? Don’t let yourself hold yourself back, because I think it was me who put some limitations on myself. And of course I came from a working-class community. I was a queer kid in a tough British comprehensive school. And did I experience tough times? Yes I did. And did I deal with those tough times? Yes I did. But the song that speaks to me mostly in this is ‘Wall in my Head’, in which Jamie takes some responsibility for the continuation of those thoughts, continuations of the sorts of shame, and that’s a sophisticated thing for a sixteen-year-old boy to tackle.

I also was lucky enough to have a mother like Margaret—and a dad like Margaret as well, just to be clear! And I remember my mum, at seventeen when I left home, just leaving a little note on my bed. It was quite a long letter. She said, Jonathan, you’ve probably chosen to walk a rocky path, but don’t stray from it, don’t steer away from it. That’s the path you've chosen, there may be rock-throwers along the way, but you’ll find your way through it. That stayed with me and I think that’s what resonates with me. And when I saw that documentary, Jamie: Drag Queen at 16, I felt that that sparked the need for me to tell that story.

Sarah Lancashire as Jamie’s mum, Margaret New.

We need more mums and dads like Margaret, don’t we? We do, we do. And the wonderful thing is, Margaret Campbell will say it and I think Margaret New in the film will say it: she’s not a Saint, she’s an ordinary mum. And she has to play catch up and she doesn’t understand in many ways, and she gets things wrong and she overprotects. But she comes from one place and that is a mum’s love of her child and wanting them to take their place safely in the world and to be fully and totally themselves.