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releasing-my-insanity · 2 years

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Thoughts on the ACGAS 2020 wedding episode in sort-of chronological order. Under the cut for length and spoilers.

Mrs. Herriot Sr. - No one wants to hear about how you think James is a small child, okay?

I’m honestly relieved that the obnoxious thing Siegfried said was complaining that other people make his life harder by having lives of their own. I was genuinely convinced from the promotional pictures that he said something really bad like “Hope Helen gets pregnant on the honeymoon.” After which Mrs. Hall and Helen would have been justified in committing homicide.

Right Siegfried, because the farmer’s daughter has no idea that springtime is busy. Obviously.

Helen casually destroying Siegfried with a couple of sentences when he’s being obnoxious is great.

CLANCY MY BELOVED YOU’VE RETURNED TO ME!!! *Happy dances because of Clancy.*

Tristan’s like “Wow, a week in North Yorkshire.” Errr. Where are you then? I swear to you I thought Darrowby was in North.

This is why bachelor parties shouldn’t be held the night before the wedding. So no one gets hungover.

Really? You expect me to believe that Maggie would just get them a “yard of beer”? And not say something like “and have Helen murder me? No thanks.” I can literally hear that in her voice.

Speaking of Maggie - OMG Arthur, there are so many red flags. Get out of there. She’s still doing that thing where she smiles affectionately at Tristan when he’s not looking AND she can’t find a single reason why she likes Arthur. She’s not even trying.

Also, wow, no offense to the actor, but Arthur is very bland looking. Could they possibly have styled him in a more boring way?

The part with Helen and Jenny on the roof was so cute.

Oh, oh, Tristan. Sweetheart I’m so sorry Maggie’s being written like that specifically to hurt you. I want to give him a hug so much. He seems very relieved when he realizes it’s Jess. Poor guy must have been having an awful dream.

Siegfried...Why are you like this?

Why on EARTH does Siegfried think Tristan is so incompetent that he can’t even do the simplest job there is? Does he think he can’t eat with a fork too?

At first I felt bad for Wilfred that he’d probably end up with PTSD or hurt or something in WWII. But after he spent the whole thing being a jerk I was just like “Bye, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Oh James. He’s honestly too good for his own good. Honey, Siegfried and Tristan can do that tomorrow. Or George Pandhi can take care of it. You are not the only vet.

James: We could enlist! Tristan: Here’s a better idea. We could not do that. Honestly James, get a grip. Go get married, exercise some “husband-ly prerogatives” (with Helen’s enthusiastic consent and participation obviously), and get some sleep. You’ll feel better.

Err...You guys had six months to get the top floor cleaned up. Why have you done nothing?

Mrs. Hall choosing the box with Evelyn’s veil in it to bring down because clearly Siegfried should be sad today.

Hey look, I was right half right when I decided Siegfried was courting Evelyn before he went into WWI and married her when he got out.

I’m sorry but there is NO WAY Clancy ate the ring box. That was absurd.

I like that Mrs. Hall is wearing her hair in her preferred party style but a touch looser. It’s cute.

Ha at Helen mocking her dad and Jenny for worrying.

*Fingers crossed that Helen’s only the FIRST woman to change her mind about her first fiance and that Maggie will be the second.*

Siegfried’s so good he can tell that a cow’s leg can’t be fixed from ten feet away. Impressive.

I’m curious if Tristan not being able to put down the cow will come up again or if it was just another opportunity for Wilfred to be mean.

Oh wild, Mr. Hall has a first name. Robert? And their son is named Edward? Is this a Twilight joke?

Really? Mrs. Pumphrey would skip a wedding? Especially the wedding of Tricki’s Auntie Alderson and Uncle Herriot? REALLY?

Um, anyone want to help Helen with her skirt and veil in the mud? No? Okay...

Why are there no wedding guests? This seems odd. Do they have no other friends? And the few people who are there are so socially distanced I honestly thought Covid protocols had gone back in time to the ‘30s.

Also why are Anne and Bert not there? If anyone should be there it’s the two people who are the reason this wedding even happened. Even in my most pared-down idea for who they’d have at their wedding I thought Anne and Bert were obvious. And it seems rude to invite Tom to the bachelor party and not the wedding. I’m very confused.

At first I was delighted to hear Sheep May Safely Graze in the church like I’d wanted. But then it went right back to the Bridal Chorus. *Sighs.* Please can we NOT play Wagner right before WWII?

Seriously? James put the ring in his pocket? Does no one trust poor Tristan? When has he ever done anything to deserve this?

“James Alfred.” Called it! Just like the actual guy. Genuinely wanted Helen to be “Helen Joan” though.

This is probably just me but did the whole wedding seem vaguely surreal to anyone else? Like, slightly hazy and like a daydream sequence?

The ceremony was very sweet, but I really wanted more of it. I had hoped for half the episode to be wedding and it felt a tad rushed.

Helen...Tristan is heartbroken, he doesn’t want more reminders that the woman he loves is engaged to someone else. Please don’t fling your bouquet at him.

I like that he offered it to Mrs. Hall who’s still technically married and couldn’t remarry if she wanted to. Like, “here, you’re a safe person to take this.”

I do not like the concept of “traveling clothes.” Let me imagine wedding nights in wedding dresses please. *Imagines Helen putting her wedding dress back on when they get where they’re staying. For important wedding night reasons.*

I know it was meant as a joke, but Helen and James...Starting your marriage off by lying about the day is honestly not a great start. I’ll just assume they actually talked about it a bit later.

That is an exceptionally pretty lake. Excellent job location scouts.

Bet Tristan’s glad to have his bed back. But I also bet he misses having James as a roommate.

Bye bye Wilfred. Please do tell the drill sergeants that they’re doing things wrong, I’m sure they’ll love that.

I was surprised by the second plaque on the pillar, like, there’s so much room on the first one that I thought they would eventually just add names to it. So it would say “Siegfried Farnon. James Herriot. Veterinarians.” Or whatever. (And of course add Tristan’s name in eventually.)

Lol at Siegfried’s pet rat. Wonder if we’ll see it again/What Jess thinks of it.

“Fifty/Fifty everything?” No, Tristan and Mrs. Hall still get paid too. (Yes, I know what he meant, it just made me laugh.)

Helen being like “Married Couple Time Now,” and James being super slow on the uptake cracked me up.

Tristan’s confusion is honestly even funnier. Dude, you make sex jokes at them in like three different episodes. Didn’t it occur to you that they might have sex now they’re married?

Say, don’t drop your suitcase in the hall. Don’t you want to get the condoms out of it? (You can’t convince me they didn’t get condoms so don’t try.)

The bit in their bedroom is very cute.

Am confused by the way that room is laid out. The bed is pretty much right at the top of the stairs and then there’s at least two doors that go...somewhere. Hopefully the layout becomes clearer at some point. But like, nobody go upstairs without knocking.

I stand by what I’ve already said. Tristan dissembled their bed for his own amusement.

Hey James, I’ll tell you three excellent things about living there. 1. It’s conveniently located. 2. You don’t have to pay rent or a mortgage. 3. Mrs. Hall’s cooking >>>> Helen’s cooking.

Siegfried, the phone was a bad idea. Try putting a phone in YOUR bedroom and see how YOU like it.

Genuinely expected Helen to take the receiver off the hook and whoever was on the other end of the phone to have to listen to them make out.

The bit with the phone was funny I guess, but a fluffy episode ending wouldn’t hurt would it? At least Helen’s laughing.

#All Creatures Great and Small #ACGAS 2020 #Mine #I hope this was a reasonable balance of things I liked and things that made me say "huh?' I definitely intended it to be that way.#And several things that sound like complaints are actually just meant to be funny.

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justineartisan · 5 days

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Once upon a time, there was a rich family who was well-known by its succeed efforts.

Cast of characters

Victor : “Mom, let me explain something…”

Mrs. Arthur : “You can no longer to have her as your wife right? Be patient.”

Mr. Arthur : “Why you always cut someone’s words when he is talking?”

Mrs. Arthur : “And why you always critic me? You don’t love me anymore?”

Mr. Arthur : “Don’t think negative. You are the one and only. Hey look, they are coming!”

Catherine looked so afraid. And when Alice looked at Victor, she got surprised.

Alice : “Victor, so the guy is you…”

Victor : “No, I…”

Alice : “Enough! You’re liar! And you Catherine, you’re a traitor! I won’t believe you again!”

Catherine : “Sis, forgive me! I don’t love him!”

Alice : “Big liar!”

Alice cried and left them behind. She didn’t believe Victor or Catherine. At home, Alice and Catherine didn’t talk each other. Whenever Catherine tried to apologize, Alice always blamed and left Catherine. Alice didn’t answer Victor’s call too. Everything was in crash. Finally, one day Edward called Alice, and because Alice was too tired to face it, she answered that call.

Alice : “What do you want?”

Edward : “Don’t be mad, listen to me Alice. Catherine was so depressed. She doesn’t love Victor. It was a miscommunication between both of you.”

Alice : “Why didn’t she tell the truth from the first time?”

Edward : “She is afraid it will shock you. She waits until the right time.”

Alice : “Too late, her ways are wrong. It makes me sick of her.”

Edward : “YOU”RE SO STUBBORN ALICE! We need to talk at Rainbow Park tomorrow. It’s up to you,I just wanna help you to solve this, it’s your fault if you don’t come, bye!”

Alice : “ Ed, Edward…”

Actually, Mr. And Mrs. Arthur, Victor, Catherine, and Edward have made plans before. All of them came to Rainbow Park. They ordered Edward to call just for provoke Alice. The final conflict began on the next day.

Victor : “Mom, Dad, Catherine, Edward, just hide here.”

All : “Okay.”

Alice was coming. Victor came from behind her.

Alice : “Where is Edward?”

Victor : “I’m here, my beloved one.”

Alice : “So Edward trapped me? I won’t hear anything from you.”

Victor : “(Hold Alice’s hands) Alice, you’re the only one I love, no one can replace you. My parents have agreed our relationship, cause you’re the daughter of my dad’s friend too. It’s click.”

Alice : “Are you serious?”

Mr. Arthur : “Sure, Alice. I think you’re the best for Victor. Victor have told many things about you. And.I know, no one can love someone under pressure from their parents.”

Mrs. Arthur : “I know your mom had 2 daughters. But I don’t know that you are the one. Victor is lucky.to have you, honey. Please forgive him.”

Victor : “Will you marry me, Alice?”

Alice : “(Froze for a while)…… It’s my dream, Victor. I love you.”

Victor : “I love you too, thanks Alice.”

Mr. Arthur : “Oh so sweet! Like our stories when we were young, mom.”

Mrs. Arthur : “Stop. I’m shy!”

Alice : “Catherine, my deepest sorry. I’m too stubborn, I’m so proud to have a sister like you. I love you, thanks for all.”

Catherine : “You’re very welcome sis. I’m so happy you’ll get married! I wish there is a guy come to.me later like Victor.”

Edward : “Don’t you realize it? The guy is here.”

Catherine : “Here? Where?”

Edward : “It’s me Catherine!!! I love you from the first time we meet!”

Catherine : “You’re kidding!”

Edward : “No, it’s my real feeling for you! Should I shout here so anyone would know that I love you?!”

Catherine : “Don’t! Don’t! Stop it!”

Edward : “So, would you be my girlfriend? One day, I’ll prove that I can make you happy more than.Victor had done for Alice! Yeah I will! You love me, don’t you?”

Catherine : “It’s a stupid question. Of course I do.”

Alice : “Yeaaay, congrats sista! Your wish come true!”

Victor : “Longlast bro!”

Mr. Arthur : “I want to say something too. I love you mom, don’t ever leave me.”

Mrs. Arthur : “We will be together until the death come. You’re the best dad!”

Sypnosis

Then all of them had met theirs partner life. They lived happily ever after. Love is destiny. Believe that God have prepared the best for you. A kind man for a kind woman, so do something that useful and always be grateful in this life!

SETTINGS: Victor's house

PRESENT: 2024

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rygoespop · 10 months

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Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 74): A Festival to Remember

Narrator: A Festival to Remember

Scene opens with Donald pulling Cattle Cars as he blew his whistle to greet Charlie

Narrator: It was a Special Day on the Island of Sodor, another International Festival is coming

Scene transitions to a poster being set up, knowing that today is the Festival of India

Narrator: It's the Festival of India

Scene transitions to the Steam Team, all at Brendam Docks

Narrator: One day, the Steam Team gathered at Brendam Docks, a visitor is coming

Thomas: I can't believe they are visiting us!

Rosie: It's been long since we last seen them

The Whistle of a Rail Ferry was heard, and the drawbridge lowered, revealing Ashima and Rajiv

Ashima: Hello everyone! It's great to see you again!

Thomas: Ashima! Great to see you again!

Rajiv: Yes, good to see you again

Thomas: Oh, you must be Rajiv

Rajiv: Yes, and you must be the Steam Team

James: Oh I remember you, your that engine that beat me and Emily at the Great Railway Show on the Mainland

Flashback cuts to The Great Race, where James and Emily, along with Yong Bao and Carlos lost to Rajiv

Rajiv: *chuckled* Well yes, you can say that I was a winner

James: Well I wanna rematch!

Toby: James!

Ashima: No need for rematches today, so we came here to celebrate the Festival of India

Thomas: I'm glad you and Rajiv came!

Ashima: Yes!

Scene transitions to Thomas puffing down the line, with freight cars full of decorations

Narrator: Later, Thomas was taking cars of Decorations to the festival, he was on his way to Ulfstead Castle

Thomas: Hmmmmmm, I wondered, what if the Festival was held at Tidmouth Sheds *Got an idea and puffs onto Tidmouth Sheds instead of Ulfstead Castle*

Scene transitions to Thomas arriving at Tidmouth Sheds

Thomas: Ok, I got to make this count, for Ashima

Scene transitions to Thomas puffing down the Countryside, as he sees Sidney pulling cars with Elephants

Narrator: Later, Thomas came across Sidney, he was taking Elephants to the Nature Park

Thomas: Hello Sidney!

Sidney: Oh, hello Thomas!

Thomas: What are you doing?

Sidney: I'm taking these Elephants to the circus! No I meant the Nature Park

Thomas: Oh, then may I take these elephants for you?

Sidney: Why of course Thomas

Scene transitions to Thomas puffing down the line with the Elephants

Narrator: Later, as soon as Thomas was puffing down the line, then he came to a red signal

Thomas stops at the Red Signal

Thomas: *worried* Oh no! I'm gonna get in trouble!

Arthur: Thomas? What are you doing with those Elephants?

Thomas: Oh, hello Arthur, I was taking these Elephants for Sidney

Arthur: Oh, how kind of you

Thomas: Anyways, I gotta go! Bye Arthur! *he blew his whistle and races off to Tidmouth Sheds*

Scene transitions to Ulfstead Castle, it wasn't decorated for the Festival, the Rest of the Steam Team, along with Stephen, Glynn, Ashima, and Rajiv were there

Narrator: At Ulfstead Castle, everyone was impatiently waiting for Thomas

Sir Topham Hatt: Oh dear oh dear, where is Thomas?!

Gordon: It's nearly time for the Festival to start!

Ashima: Be patient Shooting Star- I mean Gordon, he'll be here!

Molly: Shooting Star?

Gordon: It's a Long Story!

Sir Robert Norramby: *appears* Uh.. Topham, I got a call, and it's from Tidmouth!

James: Thomas!

Sir Topham Hatt: We must go there at Once!

Scene transitions to Thomas, at his berth, watching as the Workmen, His driver, and Fireman all Decorate the Sheds

Thomas: Hurry, they'll be here soon!

Suddenly, Thomas heard a familiar whistle

Thomas: Uh oh!

Gordon: *sees whats going on* What the?! *he stops*

The Other Engines (Edward, Henry, James, Percy, Toby, Emily, Molly, Rosie, Glynn, Stephen, Ashima, and Rajiv) all see whats going on and stopped

Thomas: Uh oh!

Sir Topham Hatt: Thomas the Tank Engine! What is going on?! Why are there Elephants here?! Sidney was suppose to take them to the Nature Park, and why are the decorations here?!

Thomas: I'm sorry sir, I wanted to bring the festival here to Tidmouth Sheds, I wanted to match this special for Ashima and Rajiv

Ashima: Oh Thomas

Rajiv: We know your being kind to doing something special for us

Sir Robert Norramby: They are correct Topham, it be more kind and special to have the festival held here at Tidmouth!

Sir Topham Hatt: *surprised* Well... If that's the case, then let the festival be held here!

The engines cheered as they blew their whistles and Toby rang his bell

Sir Topham Hatt: Heh heh!

The Elephant sprayed Water on Sir Topham Hatt

Sir Topham Hatt: Dah!

Thomas: *chuckled*

Sir Topham Hatt: Oh bother

Henry: Well it's not on me this time *chuckled*

Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

#thomas and friends

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elcinelateleymickyandonie · 3 years

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Isobel Elsom.

Filmografía

Teatro

1917-1918 : The Freaks, de Arthur Wing Pinero, con C.V. France y Leslie Howard (Londres)

1920-1921 : Up in Mabel's Room, de Wilson Collison (Londres)

1922-1923 : Sweet Lavender, de Arthur Wing Pinero (Londres)

1923-1924 : The Green Goddess, de William Archer, con George Arliss, Ivan F. Simpson (Londres)

1926 : The Ghost Train, de Arnold Ridley, con Eric Blore, Claudette Colbert

1927 : The Mulberry Bush, de Edward Knoblauch, con Claudette Colbert

1927 : People don't do such Things, de Lyon Mearson y Edgard M. Schoenberg, con Stanley Logan

1928 : The Silver Box, de John Galsworthy, con Mary Forbes

1928 : The Behavior of Mrs. Crane, de Harry Segall, con Walter Connolly y Charles Trowbridge

1928 : The Outsider, de Dorothy Brandon

1938-1939 : American Landscape, de Elmer Rice, con Charles Dingle y Charles Waldron

1940 : Ladies in Retirement, de Reginald Denham y Edward Percy, con Flora Robson

1942 : The Flowers of Virtue, de Marc Connelly, con Frank Craven, Thomas Gomez y Vladimir Sokoloff

1944-1945 : Hand in Glove, de Charles K. Freeman y Gerald Savory, dirección de James Whale

1950 : The Innocents, de William Archibald, con música de Alex North

1950 : The Curious Savage, de John Patrick, con Lillian Gish

1951 : Romeo y Julieta, de William Shakespeare, con Olivia de Havilland y Jack Hawkins

1952 : The Climate of Eden, de Moss Hart

1954m : The Burning Glass, de Charles Langbridge Morgan, con Cedric Hardwicke y Walter Matthau

1957 : Hide and Seek, de Roger McDougall y Stanley Mann, con Barry Morse y Basil Rathbone

1957 : The First Gentleman, de Norman Ginsbury, con Walter Slezak.

Cine

1915 : A Prehistoric Love Story, de Leedham Bantock (corto)

1916 : Milestones, de Thomas Bentley

1918 : The Man who won, de Rex Wilson

1918 : The Way of an Eagle, de G.B. Samuelson

1918 : The Elder Miss Blossom, de Percy Nash

1919 : Hope, de Rex Wilson

1919 : Quinneys, de Maurice Elvey y Herbert Brenon

1920 : Aunt Rachel, de Albert Ward

1921 : For her Father's Sake, de Alexander Butler

1922 : A Debt of Honour, de Maurice Elvey

1922 : The Game of Life, de G.B. Samuelson

1923 : The Harbour Lights, de Tom Terriss

1923 : The Wandering Jew, de Maurice Elvey.

1924 : Who is the Man ?, de Walter Summers

1924 : The Love Story of Aliette Brunton, de Maurice Elvey

1925 : The Last Witness, de Fred Paul

1925 : Le Réveil, de Jacques de Baroncelli

1926 : The Tower of London, de Maurice Elvey

1927 : Tragödie einer Ehe, de Maurice Elvey

1927 : Dance Magic, de Victor Halperin

1931 : The Other Woman, de G.B. Samuelson

1932 : The Crooked Lady, de Leslie S. Hiscott

1933 : The Thirteenth Candle, de John Daumery

1934 : The Primrose Path, de Reginald Denham

1941 : Ladies in Retirement (El misterio de Fiske Manor), de Charles Vidor

1942 : Eagle Squadron, de Arthur Lubin

1942 : Laugh your Blues away, de Charles Barton

1942 : Seven Sweethearts, de Frank Borzage

1942 : You were never Lovelier (Bailando nace el amor), de William A. Seiter

1943 : Forever and a Day (Siempre y un día), de Edmund Goulding y Cedric Hardwicke

1944 : Between two Worlds (Entre dos mundos), de Edward A. Blatt

1944 : Casanova Brown, de Sam Wood

1945 : The Unseen (Misterio en la noche), de Lewis Allen

1946 : Two Sisters from Boston, de Henry Koster

1946 : Of Human Bondage, de Edmund Goulding

1947 : Addio Mimi !, de Carmine Gallone

1947 : The Two Mrs. Carrolls (Las dos señoras Carroll), de Peter Godfrey

1947 : Monsieur Verdoux, de Charlie Chaplin

1947 : El fantasma y la señora Muir, de Joseph L. Mankiewicz

1947 : Ivy, de Sam Wood

1947 : Escape Me Never, de Peter Godfrey y LeRoy Prinz

1947 : The Paradine Case, de Alfred Hitchcock

1948 : Smart Woman, de Edward E. Blatt

1949 : The Secret Garden, de Fred M. Wilcox

1954 : Desirée, de Henry Koster

1954 : Deep in my Heart, de Stanley Donen

1955 : The King's Thief, de Robert Z. Leonard

1955 : La colina del adiós, de Henry King

1956 : Over-exposed, de Lewis Seiler

1956 : 23 Paces to Baker Street (A 23 pasos de Baker Street), de Henry Hathaway

1956 : El loco del pelo rojo, de Vincente Minnelli

1957 : The Guns of Fort Petticoat, de George Marshall

1958 : Rock-a-bye Baby (Yo soy el padre y la madre), de Frank Tashlin

1959 : The Young Philadelphians (La ciudad frente a mi), de Vincent Sherman

1959 : The Miracle (Promesa rota), de Irving Rapper

1960 : The Bellboy, de Jerry Lewis

1961 : The Errand Boy.

1961 : The Second Time Around (Sola ante el peligro), de Vincent Sherman

1963 : Who's minding the Store ? (Lío en los grandes almacenes), de Frank Tashlin

1964 : My Fair Lady, de George Cukor

1964 : The Pleasure Seekers, de Jean Negulesco.

Créditos: Tomado de Wikipedia

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isobel_Elsom

#HONDURASQUEDATEENCASA

#ELCINELATELEYMICKYANDONIE

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fortunatelylori · 5 years

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Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love now and then

Thoughts on Sanditon finale

It is a truth universally acknowledged that you should never blog in anger. Last night’s Sanditon episode left the entire fandom in a state of uproar. Cancelations have been issued. Curses have been cast and tears have been shed … those were mostly mine, to be fair.

For once I decided not to start furiously typing just as the episode ended but wait out the inevitable momentary fury and return to the episode tonight for a second viewing. I have to thank @and-holly-goes-lightly and @kitten1618x for putting up with my temper tantrums late last night on private chat so all of you nice people wouldn’t have to endure my more volcanic outbursts. Being far more reasonable people than I, they pointed out the grayness in a sea of black and white and made me reconsider the episode.

In addition I would advise anyone to do a second viewing of the episode if you haven’t done so yet. Reason being that your first viewing of something that you are so deeply invested in will always be heated. I could hardly pay attention last night to the scenes I was watching because I was so desperate to get to the ending. On top of that, the reality of what you see on screen will fight with the theory you’ve already made in your head and more often than not you end up disliking canon not because it’s bad but because it’s not what you thought you were going to see.

That being said, after a thorough rewatch, I have to declare this episode as one of the finest finales to a season I’ve seen. I say finale to the season, not the series because as a series finale it would be more than a little disappointing. But if there is one silver lining to take from this episode is that we are getting a season 2. I just can’t see how we wouldn’t.

Now, nothing in life, has any business being perfect and this episode wasn’t either. So I will quickly list what I felt were the major flaws so we can proceed to the good stuff of which there is plenty.

Not sparkers of joy

The pacing and structure

It was somewhat rushed. Scenes jumped from one to the other without much preparation (particularly in the first half) and several things were not addressed. People have pointed to the fact that they did not include a Charlotte/Georgiana good-bye scene which I agree was a mistake. In addition, we were presented with a Georgiana and Arthur that were the best of friends even though in episode 7, Georgiana couldn’t stand him. That’s not to say they couldn’t reach this point but I expected to see that journey, not skip it.

Georgiana, on the whole, was odd. Aside from her rebuke of Sidney and conversation with Charlotte which were keeping in line with what she did in episode 7, the rest of her time on screen was perplexing. She was lively, dancing with everyone, huge smile on her face … this being the girl that refused to leave her bedroom a few days before. Again, not saying she couldn’t get to this stage but where did I see how she did that?!?

The whole Sidney/Eliza situation was resolved off screen which … why?!? First we weren’t given the scene of him sending her packing in ep 7 and now we have no idea how he turned that around to the extent that he got himself engaged to her and with the money to save Sanditon, all in a week.

I mean ok, I get that he’s got but ... OK, OK! He’s THAT hot!

There were other examples of shoddy storytelling but those stick out in my mind the most.

The sudden tone shift

The reason why I reacted so badly to the episode to start with was because for 7 hours I was led to believe this was a fluffy, cozy regency romance in the vein of Northanger Abbey or Emma. Sure, things happen to cause momentary sadness but it all gets resolved in the best way by the end of the episode.

Instead the Sanditon finale marked the tone shift from the fluffy to the angst. We are now firmly in Persuasion/Sense&Sensibility territory. It’s still Austen as I will explain below in more detail but I would have appreciated some warning that this is where we were heading.

The specifics of the cliffhanger

Now this is obviously personal preferences but I do have some issues with the manner in which they chose to separate Sidney and Charlotte. Having Sidney propose to Eliza in order to get the money to save Tom from prison does resolve several issues in a very expedient way: it forces the two young lovers apart; it creates angst and anticipation for the next season; it also allows for Charlotte and Sidney to both be victims of the separation and still desperately in love with each other and wanting to get married.

However, the cost is that Sidney is now in the position of doing to Charlotte exactly what Willoughby did to Marianne in Sense and Sensibility. Sidney is obviously not Willoughby and his motives are selfless. But his actions are a play by play of Willoughby’s betrayal: he pursues Charlotte, kisses her on the cliffs (substitute that for Willoughby taking a lock of Marianne’s hair), means to propose to her and then disappears, only to return engaged when a lack of money force him to choose between love and a fortune.

He even makes a “I don’t love her” confession, similar to Willoughby’s scene with Eleanor. Of course, Sidney tells Charlotte that not to victimize himself like Willoughby but rather because he can’t bare the thought that Charlotte might think he’s done this because he doesn’t love her. But you can see how this kind of narrative choice can really negatively impact Sidney’s character.

It’s sad that they chose this cliffhanger, particularly since they didn’t need to. I firmly believe that had they ended on a more hopefully note for Charlotte and Sidney we would have tuned in anyway for season 2. I wish they had had more confidence in their story and in their viewers.

But enough of the negative!

Sparks joy

Theme

I have to say that thematically, they hit this finale out of the park. The most important piece of dialogue in this whole episode occurs between Esther and Lady Denham:

Lady Denham: It is infinitely better to be loved than to love. Especially in a marriage.

Esther: You’re speaking from your own experience or someone else’s?

Lady Denham: My own. Not with my husband, of course. It was long before that. A man called Rowley. Some people said he was the handsomest man in all of Somerset. But to me he was the handsomest in the world. And he knew it!

Esther: What happened?

Lady Denham: He kept me dangling for a while. Trembling. Waiting for a look, for a smile, for a tender word … like one of his dogs. And then he up and married a girl from Gloucestershire, with 50.000. He had debts, of course. Couldn’t have afforded to marry me. Should have been obvious to me at the time but … you know what girls are.

May I just say that Anne Ried’s performance in this scene is a treasure trove of skill and emotion? You can just feel the longing and the sadness this story can still elicit from this seemingly cold matriarch. Lady Denham, like all our characters, is more than she seems. She starts off as a Lady Catherine de Bourgh clone and develops into one of the wisest, mot rational people in the show.

She gives Esther excellent advice and is compassionate when she realizes what Edward has been doing to her.

She also gives us our theme for the finale of Sanditon and perhaps of the whole show. Because her speech doesn’t just apply to Esther and her relationship to Edward. It applies to Georgiana’s heartbreak over Otis and Charlotte’s impeding heartbreak at the hands of Sidney. In even more general terms, it speaks to the heartbreak most Austen heroines experience at some point during her novels:

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions - Pride and Prejudice

Her whole speech reminded me of what my mother told me the first time I broke up with someone I loved. She said: “No girl can pass through life without having her heart broken”.

The show telegraphs this home by having the Sidney/Charlotte cliff walk follow immediately after this scene.

We are so distracted by the innocent beauty of Sidney and Charlotte being in love and so mesmerized by their first kiss:

That we fail to take Lady Denham’s warning seriously. And, just like Charlotte, we end up paying the price for it

The Austenverse

Lady Denham also clues us in to where exactly we are within the Austenverse. Many people have claimed that episode 8 marked the moment this stopped being an Austen story because Austen novels always have happy endings:

My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.

Did you think we were just going to skip the “little trouble”part? Sweet summer children! We’re at the moment where Elizabeth finds out Lydia has run off with Wickham and thinks she’s lost Darcy for good. We’re at the moment where Knightly reprimands Emma for treating Miss Bates poorly and leaves for London. We’re at the moment where Anne is forced to join her father in Bath and believes Fredrick will soon marry Louisa Musgrove.

And finally, and most pertinently since this is what Sanditon is trying to emulate, we’re at the moment where Edward’s engagement to Lucy Steele is made public and he and Eleanor say their final good-byes (supposedly).

Austen heroines are never spared heartache. But it is a depiction of heartache that is not gratuitous. It allows the characters to grow, to understand the true depth of their feelings and eventually to value the good fortune they have when it all turns out for the best in the end.

And no novel drives that point home more than Sense and Sensibility and Austen’s Eleanor character, the suffer in silence heroine who pretends she is fine, all the meanwhile dying on the inside. Kind of like this:

Honestly it shouldn’t surprise me that we’ve ended the season on this somber note. Sanditon visually owes a great deal to Davies’ Sense and Sensibility 2008 adaptation. That mini-series had a somewhat different feel to usual Austen productions, particularly in comparison to the 1995 Ang Lee film. It was darker, grittier and had a bit of a western feel to it than Sanditon reproduces to great effect, I think.

So it’s quite understandable, in retrospect, that Charlotte’s character arc would see her start off as a Marianne type character (open, romantic and impulsive) and slowly turn her into Eleanor by the end of the season.

In order to make that transition complete, a lot was asked of Rose Williams and she manages to convey the transformation in one breathtaking shot:

I am deeply, deeply impressed with her acting in this episode, and particularly in this scene. You can literally feel her heart breaking and see the mask that will dominate in the church scene fall into place.

Which brings us to Sidney …

I’ve said it a million times and I can’t help but say it again: Theo James OWNS this character. I don’t know if he simply hasn’t gotten the proper material in his career until now or if there’s something special about Sidney that resonates with him but his acting is so spot on that even when Sidney breaks Charlotte’s heart, behaving like Willoughby as I’ve said, you can’t hate him.

Not when he is the same man who gets chocked up as he tries to propose to Charlotte:

Not when he’s the man who tells her this:

Sidney: I have never wanted to put myself in someone else’s power before. I never wanted to care for anyone but myself.

And not when, with just one look, Theo James is able to convey Sidney’s despair and pain. How can you hate him when he’s clearly breaking himself into tiny pieces over giving Charlotte up?

And how the hell can you hate him when you can hate … this clown instead?

Oh, sorry I meant …

Words cannot describe how much I loathe Tom Parker. Well actually, my new fictional mum comes close to enunciating our common and general distaste:

Lady Denham: I will see you in the debtors prison! I will see you in the poor house! Where are your promises now? Dust and ashes! You might as well have lost my money at the gaming tables! You despicable man!

If only Lady D would have been allowed to go forth with her threat and hand Tom over to the debt collectors. How much happier everyone would be right now!

Unfortunately the Parkers are far too nice for their own good. They all jump in head first, trying to save this sorry excuse for a man. Arthur even offers up his entire inheritance. Tom refuses … Not because he thinks it’s not right for his youngest brother to risk his entire life’s comfort for his unworthy clown’s ass but because … IT’S NOT ENOUGH MONEY!

Tom Parker has amassed 80.000 pounds worth of debts. Luckily Google allows me to illustrate to you exactly what 80.000 pounds meant in 1820s era England:

80.000 pounds could have paid the wages of an immortal skilled worker in perpetuity!!!! And this MORON decided not to ensure it … Apparently, Kris Marshall has said that Tom is the Regency’s version of Steve Jobs … I assume Steve Jobs too let his younger brother prostitute himself for his benefit, after already taking a 3000 pounds “loan” from him and thinking up ways of spending his baby brother’s inheritance on top of that … Oh, wait! Steve Jobs was a visionary who died a billionaire. Take several sits, Kris!

What really irritates me is that everyone is very quick to absolve Tom of any blame, jump to his defense and in due course Tom, himself, decides he should not be so hard on himself, which is why he is ecstatic when Sidney returns to Sanditon, with the news of his engagement. This is what comes out of Tom Parker’s mouth:

Tom Parker: This is excellent news! Oh, Charlotte, glorious news! Sanditon is saved!

So he knows full well that Sidney has asked Mrs. Campion to marry him in order to save him and he is perfectly willing to let him go through with ruining his life. The saddest part is that the rest of the Parker family goes along with this lunacy.

That includes Mary who already knows that Sidney and Charlotte are in love. Kind and sensible as she might be, Mary decides to turn a blind eye to Sidney’s sacrifice and Charlotte’s pain in order to have her husband safe. And it shouldn’t come as a surprise since she’s the one that told Sidney this back in episode 1:

Sidney: And tomorrow is the famous ball, is it not?

Mary: Tom has been in such a state about it! You will do all you can to help him, won’t you?

I thought I’d mention this since everyone seems to be under the impression that Sidney sacrificing himself for Tom now is a sign of the growth of character Charlotte inspired in him. But it actually isn’t.

Both Tom and Mary make it very clear early on that they relay on Sidney’s help. He’s sort of the third member of their marriage (they do have a painting of him in their entryway) who is there to ensure Tom’s ass is saved from the fire of his own making. And both Tom and Mary are complacent in this.

Sidney choosing to marry Mrs. Campion over Charlotte isn’t a new development in his dedication to his family. It is the end result of years of emotional blackmail and dependency Tom has dished out, and Mary has, most likely unconsciously, supported.

And all of that spells disaster for Sidney who is left closing the door to the coach that will take the love of his life away from him:

I know we are all commiserating with Charlotte over what happened. But I think we should spare Sidney a thought as well. He is ruining his life, his integrity and his happiness for someone who will most likely waste his sacrifice in a matter of months. Add to that Eliza’s behavior at the wedding and it’s pretty safe to say Sidney will pay for the money he will give Tom in every which way possible.

The only glimmer of light in all this unbearable darkness is that Lord Babington (he still doesn’t have a first name … :( ) and Esther are now married. Their wedding is actually very much a visual representation of Austen type country weddings, down to everyone smiling and throwing petals at them:

However even in their case, there are still clouds on the horizon since Esther was pretty clear about not being in love with her husband. She took Lady D’s advice that “ being loved is better than loving: and season 2 will show us if that is enough for her or indeed her husband.

Unfortunately, our two protagonists weren’t as lucky as Lord and Lady Babington. The road ahead for them is hard and filled with angst. There’s bound to be a lot of darkness before the dawn. However, do not despair and listen to the only voice that matters:

Lady Denham: Well, Miss Heywood? You’re still proclaiming your independence? Or is it that none of our young men have taken your fancy? I’ll wager we’ll see you walk down the aisle very soon. What do you say, Mr. Parker?

My fictional mummy is never wrong!

#sanditon #sanditon 2019 #sanditon finale #sidlotte #sidney x charlotte #charlotte x sidney #sidney parker #charlotte heywood #my meta

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This post contains spoilers for the whole of season 1 of Sanditon. READ NO FURTHER, LEST YE BE SPOILED.

Ok, wtf.

I loved Sanditon and I don’t take all of the issues with it that the Austen purists have, but I must say I am still quite devastated by the finale.

My hot take: EVERTHING IS TOM’S FAULT.

If his dumbass wasn’t such a megalomaniac with piss poor charm, my baby girl Charlotte wouldn’t have had her heart broken. I firmly believe Sidney is madly in love with her, but as they’ve only known each other for a few weeks, his blood relations still take precedence. It sucks, but that’s the way about 99.9% of the world works.

For the people who are absolutely LIVID at the lack of happy ending for our heroes – here’s the thing, this is definitely meant to be an episodic series, so if everything ended happily for them in season 1, where the fuck do they go from there? I personally am depressed for my babies, but it breeds good drama and I desperately hope some American company will keep this thing alive as the Brits have abandoned it. Ugh.

Yes, this is a very spicy adaptation of an Austen work. You know what, yeah, it’s jarring at first. I’m used to complete propriety and only scandalous actions being relayed via hearsay, but you’re an absolute fool if you think I’m going to be OFFENDED if we ever get a legit Charlotte + Sidney LOVE SCENE. The looks they give each other alone are pure fire, but that kiss….so romantically feverish…imagine them TOUCHING EACH OTHER WITH CLOTHES OFF. Undressing each other????? I CANNOT. MY BODY IS NOT READY (it’s so ready, tho!)!

If we do get a season 2, what I really need to understand is WHAT THE FUCK IS SIDNEY’S END GAME? Does he expect to just fall back into rhythm with Eliza’s hateful ass? He means to devolve? He’d made so many baby steps with Charlotte in the right direction. I feel like Eliza’s snobbery and obvious insecurity will embitter him more than before. I definitely will not stand for him trying to coax Baby Char-Char into being his mistress. Frankly, she wouldn’t stand for it. You know we’re not lucky enough for Eliza to die. Baby Char-Char and Sid are just never going to consummate their hot, hot, spicy luvst? They can’t do that to me.

And Young Stringer is a doll, but he is far too sweet for Charlotte. She needs someone spicy like Sidney to keep her on her toes. Just being honest. And Sidney needs someone sweet like Charlotte to remind him that he doesn’t always have to be so stoic with strangers or always “playing the game” to secure financing for another Tom Parker Scheme!

I really needed Sidney to kiss Charlotte good-bye – propriety be damned! But perhaps he did not kiss her because that would mean he was truly saying good-bye forever and he doesn’t intend for that to be the case. Maybe somehow he’ll find a way for Eliza to have a “terrible fall” or maybe she’ll contract a fever. I just need that bitch to get out of the way so my lovers can win, ok?

As for Babers and Esther, I’m happy Esther finally let her guard down and let that good man love her. I still think he’s too good for her, but I do realize she was victimized a skosh by that disgusting excuse for a step-brother, Edward. I really hope that’s the last we see of Edward and Clara – but if so, what new nonsense will Lady Denham get up to if she’s not dangling her money in their faces and telling them how much they suck?

It’s been so refreshing to see a black woman as a major character in a Jane Austen piece. SO REFRESHING. It does sadden me that Otis’s gambling has ruined Georgiana’s chances at happiness. Still really unsure if he actually loved her. She for damn sure does. I just really wanted her to get her win and get away from Sidney since his mere existence makes her so miserable. But I do really love the quick friendship she and Char developed. Can’t have too many girl buds! Was not a fan of the misdirect of pairing her with Arthur. He’s a sweet buffoon and Georgi can do better.

Also, can we fucking talk about how Arthur & Diana’s relationship freaks me the fuck out? It literally took me until maybe episode 2 or 3 before I really grasped that they were NOT MARRIED. Honestly, I feel like I’m still traumatized by 10 years of Jaime & Cersei nonsense, so I just don’t like any super close bro-sis relationships. And it was very depressing to know that she was more than happy to guilt him into not pursuing a romantic pairing EVER for her benefit. If she were smart, she’d encourage him to find a rich old lady that would let her live with them. Then they could spend all her money when she croaked. Duh, Di.

Overall, I’ve really been impressed with Sanditon. I think all the casting is wonderful and the cast has great chemistry. Some of the dialogue leans a little too modern, but I would rather that than some boring, trudging piece that elicits nothing more than a “oh, that was nice” reaction. I’ve become obsessed with Sanditon. I cannot stop thinking about the possibilities for these characters and how absolutely SCORCHING the chemistry between Char & Sid is. It’s honestly my new favorite thing and I need MORE, IMMEDIATELY.

Alas, I must be content with simply re-watching on the PBS app until they rip it from my clutches March 1st. Seriously love it so much, I would buy the Blu-ray at PBS’s “WE REALLY NEED YOUR MONEY” prices.

Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here looking for Char and Sid fanfics like a madwoman and just replaying everything in my mind, and imagining the love scene that has yet to be.

#sanditon #sanditon masterpiece #pbs realness #char and sid #charlotte heywood #sidney parker #this has been a text post #the parker brothers #miss heywood

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geneclarksboobs · 4 years

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The Beach Boys go to the Museum

A crackfic. Read if you want to immediately lose all your brain cells.

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Once upon a time, Brian Wilson was daydreaming about girls going to the museum which was very educational. More educational than daydreaming about girls which is good for you which is why he was daydreaming about going to the museum instead of girls.

“Yoo hoo brothers!” he said.

“What is it, big brother?” shouted Dennis and Carl Wilson from another part of the Beach Boys ResidenceTM

“I have decided to go to the museum which is a very educational activity for us to do which will be beneficial for us,” said Brian. “I will call our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine.”

“Oh ok, big brother,” the two younger Wilsons said. “As soon as we get out of the shower and clothe ourselves (which will probably align with the arrival of our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine), we shall take off in the Beach Boy MobileTM to go to the museum as you wish.”

T I M E S K I P

“Incredible,” said Carl Wilson. “We have finished showering and being clothed just as our cousin, Michael Edward Love, and our friend, Alan Charles Jardine, have arrived.”

“Now we can go to the Beach Boy MobileTM to go to the museum Brian Wilson, my big brother, wishes.” “I hate this story,” said Michael Edward Love, a man with no taste.

“Do not attempt to break the fourth wall,” said Brian Douglas Wilson, extremely annoyed at Mike Love’s lack of taste.

“Harrumph >:( !” harrumped Michael Edward Love.

Suddenly, Bruce Arthur Johnston appeared out of Norway. “May I come too?”

“Permission accepted,” said Al Jardine

T I M E S K I P

The beach boys arrived at the Museum of Interesting Plot which interested them very much. They headed into the museum, where they bumped into GASP! The Beatles - an English rock band formed in Liverpool in 1960 with a line-up comprising John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr, who are regarded as the most influential band of all time.

“THE BEACH BOYS!” the bug boys ejected.

“THE BEATLES!” the sand children exclaimed.

“What a coincidence that we have bumped into you guys in the exact same museum,” said John Lennon. “I bet you were trying to sneak behind us and steal our songwriting ideas >:O”

“Absolutely not >:O” said Brian Wilson, putting his hands on his hip in a gesture of frustration. “I bet YOU were trying to sneak behind us and steal OUR songwriting ideas”

“We were not >:O” said Sir James Paul McCartney.

They started fighting and in the moment of anger, they broke!! The statue of David (not Crosby unfortunately for the statue of David Crosby has cursed the museum for over a century now)!!!!!!!

“HEY” said The Manager of The Museum (which was an unfortunate name given to him by his parents sad emoji)

“Oh no” said Brian Wilson.

“Oh no” said Carl Wilson.

“Oh no” said Dennis Wilson.

“Oh no” said Mike Love.

“Oh no” said Al Jardine.

“Oh no” said Bruce Johnston.

“Oh no” said George Harrison.

“Oh no” said Paul McCartney.

“Oh no” said Ringo Starr

“Yoko Ono?” said John Lennon. “My wife in the future, depending on the era.”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” THERE WAS A CAR CRASHING INTO THE MUSEUM WHICH BROKE THE STATUE OF DAVID TENNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT WAS THE POOR MONKEES!!! IN THE MONKEE MOBILE!!!

“Ouchies!” said Micky Dolenz.

“OMG” said The Manager of The Museum (who happened to also be a clone of Ringo Starr) He was angry. Very angry. So angry, that he was angry. “You guys better pay for this.”

“But we can’t,” said the Beatles (for Brian Epstein did not give them their allowance that day)

“We can’t either,” said the Beach Boys (for they had already spent enough on getting a nintendo switch to play animal crossing: new horizons.

This is left the poor, poor Monkees. “Bruh we poor af.”

“Then you have to work to pay for it smh,” said The Manager of The Museum.

“OH NO!” said all of them at once.

“You must go around the museum to find three fragments of the broken statue that you have broken, which somehow have been transported into the museum which you must complete challenges to get!”

“Like Dora the Explorer?” asked George Harrison, the youngest member of the Beatles.

“Yea,” saidThe Manager of The Museum. “Ok bye im gonna play animal crossing: new horizons now :))))))”

“Ok. We must split up into three groups.”

BEACH BOYS SECTION - THE HALL OF THINGS THAT HAVE TO DO WITH WATER

“Wow, how convenient is that we have coincidentally walked into the hall of things that have to do with water,” said Denny Wilson. “It is as this was planned.”

And then…………………….”oh my god a wave,” said M*ke Love.

“QUICKLY INTO THE BEACH GEAR” shouted Brian Wilson as they proceeded to use the sims animation to change into their beach gear. “NOW WE MUST.,,,,,,,,,,,,.,.,..,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,.,.,.,..,.,.,”

“We thro Dennise into da water bc he is da only 1 who can surf XD” said Mke Luv as he tossed Deniise into da water liKE A BOSS AND HI-FIVES ALL ROUND WAPOOSH WAPOOSH TAHK YOU GUYS FOR WATCHING AND I’LL SEE U IN THE NEXT VIDEO!!! *outro plays*

“Ahem,” said Ctrl. “We did not bring a surfboard,,,,,,,,so how is he supposed to surf??? Thonk emoji. Lmfao roasted XD”

“We use (drumroll pls) AL SARDINE as Da Surfboard Lmao!!!” said Miiiiiike lov e as they all jumped on Al Jardine.

“I did not feel a thing, lol” said ALAN JARDINE because he was a super strong boy (stock image of a blond guy flexing his muscles).

Surfing montage.

“Bruh we reusing animation bro,” said Denal Wilson.

“Oh look an island,” said Brain. Dey all hopped off and landed on the island. On the island was Kurt Cobain.

“Wow Mr Kurt Cobain,” said Broose Honda. “I did not know you lived on dis island.”

“I don’t rofl,” said Coq Au Vin as he handed them a statue fragment.

“Oh wow thx Coco Van,” as they flew away.

MONKEE SECTION - THE HALL OF….I DONT KNOW

“Lmao is that Stephen Arthur Stills, an American singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist best known for his work with Buffalo Springfield and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young,” joked Micky Dolenz, pointing to a mirror in front of Peter Tork.

“Lol yeah,” said Stephen.

Micky screamed.

“Here you go broski,” said Stephen Stills, handing them a fragment.

“But what did we do?” asked Mike Nesmith.

“Allowing the author to make the awful, often repeated annoying joke about me and Peter Halsten Thorkelson looking like identical twins.”

“Ok thanks brewski,” said the Monkees as they headed off. “Come on Peter, don’t just stand there.”

“But I’m Stephen.”

“Wait,” said Davy. “But Peter was standing there just now.”

“No, I was standing there.”

The Monkees looked at each other and had a collective sigh. It was not gonna be as easy as they thought.

And to make this complication more complicated, the author decided to make David Crosby, Graham Nash and Neil Young walk into the scene.

“Bro Stephen wtf,” said Neil. “I knew you were small but I didn’t think you could crawl into the vents like that.”

“But I’m Peter??????????”

“Oh no not again,” said Graham Nash, already getting another headache.

“Wait, wait wait, just a moment,” said Davy Jones. “Go back a bit. What do you mean by crawling through the vents.”

“Please do not question the plot,” threatened David Crosby.

“YUH DAVY” said Micky. “Come on now, Peter,” - he grabbed Peter’s hand -” we gotta advance the plot.”

“But I’m Stephen.” Micky looked at him with such an expression that expressed a deep amount of hatred for the author. “It doesn’t matter. You guys are the same person anyway.”

The other lads shrugged and took poor Peter Halsten Dorkelson who was too confuzzled and befuddled and bamboozled to be crying.

BEATLES SECTION - THE HALL OF PAPERWORK

“This is so boring,, (-_-)” said Jawn Jennon. “I think George Harrison fell asleep.” “L M A O i did rofl lol,” said Heorge Garrison.

“I am surprised because there is so much paperwork lying about that all look so boring!!” said Paul McEyelash.

“Someone should clean this up smh,” said Ringone Starone.

“YAAWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!” they all sed at 1nce. That yawn pushed a stack of paper off a table, which caused a chain reaction, leading to a bucket falling down, a train being activated, a cow mooing and the members of Queen being awoken from their frozen-in-som-kind-a-tube state.

“BRO WTF WHOMST WOKE US UP (((p(>o<)q)))” said Roger Taylor, stretching. “I was still having my beauty sleep.”

“(O.O) omg (O.O)(O.O) oh mah gawd (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)” said Freddie Mercury. “Are those (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O) the legendary (O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O)(O.O) bug boys????????”

“Ja” said gH.

“ヽ(★ω★)ノ” said Brian May

“(¬_¬") smh you woke up my cheese toast,” said John Deacon.

“I guess, we should thank u for waking us up,” said Freddeh.

“We wuz nevah gonna wake up,” said Briaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan Mei.

“Take dis,” Rogah Taylah gave them a statue fragment that had landed in his hair.

“Wow thanks that was EZ lmao,” said the bug boys as they went away.

T I M E S K I P

“（●＾o＾●）” said The Manager of the Museum as he stuck the broken statue fragments of the broken statue of the Museum of Interesting Plot Idea (well I think that what it was called Lmao I didn’t check don’t correct me doe lel)

“It was’t very challenging at all doe…” said Sand Children. “And for a story with out name in the title, we did not seem to get much attention at all.”

“Shut up you’ll get your moment later,” said the others pointing down to the rest of the story. “See look at that.” “None of this is very good,” said Mike Hate, a man with no taste.

They all went into their respective vehicles and drove away.

“WAIT!!!!!!” said Dave Jone of the Monkees, pausing the time. “We did not resolve the plot point of us actually kidnapping Steven Stills?????”

“Help me,” said Stepe.

“STFU IT’S OUR STORY (◣_◢)” said the beach of the boys, so infuriated with them that smoke came out of their ears like a boiling kettle and their eyes started glowing red which indicated anger.

“Oh ok sorry lel, he’s British Lol,” said Mike Nesmith.

“STFU Myke Gessmith.”

“;~;” said Mike Nukesmith.

“Y do u guys always have to take the spotlight?!” asked the Beaky Bubs.

“Bc we’re the author’s favourites, unfortunately,” said Micky, shivering at the memories of what had happened to them before in previous crack fics.

“Sux for u lmao.”

Uh how to end dis. Boom. Story done lel.

THE END FADE TO BLACK

.Al Barmine

#the beach boys #queen #the monkees #the beatles #kurt cobain #for some reason idk bro i like him ok #csny #why did i write this #my fics #i wrote 1853 of this stupidity

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bm2ab · 4 years

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Arrivals & Departures 13 June 1926 – 10 January 1982 Celebrate Paul Edward Lynde Day!

Paul Edward Lynde (/lɪnd/; 13 June 1926 – 10 January 1982) was an American comedian, voice artist, game show panelist and actor. A character actor with a distinctively campy and snarky persona that often poked fun at his barely-closeted homosexuality, Lynde was well known for his roles as Uncle Arthur on Bewitched, the befuddled father Harry MacAfee in Bye Bye Birdie, and as a regular "center square" panelist on the game show The Hollywood Squares from 1968 to 1981. He also voiced animated characters for four Hanna-Barbera productions.

Lynde regularly topped audience polls of most-liked TV stars, and was routinely admired and recognized by his peers during his lifetime. Mel Brooks once described Lynde as being capable of getting laughs by reading "a phone book, tornado alert, or seed catalogue." Lynde once said that while he would rather be recognized as a serious actor, "We live in a world that needs laughter, and I've decided if I can make people laugh, I'm making an important contribution."

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Little Merlin Fanfic Chapter 3!

Beginning: https://thebikles.tumblr.com/post/616315012077813760/little-merlin-fan-fiction

The great hall was a hazy, golden place that evening. Defeated knights flicked their cloaks around unnecessarily and swallowed their pride along with ambitious amounts of mead while fine ladies with winking jewels nestled at their throats circled the hor d’oeuvres table. It was a mess of pretense and decadence and finery, but the room was so crowded and echoing with chatter that many of the stuffy, humorless traits of affluence had to be left at the door. The effect was surreal, like walking into a fairy ring, everyone a falsified but no less dazzling version of themselves.

Merlin stood near the wall, watching it unfold, unsure of what to do with himself. Was he expected to serve drinks? Mingle? And if his duties were truly over for the night, how exactly was he supposed to talk to all these fancy strangers? He was scanning the tangle of faces for anyone familiar when Arthur materialized out of the crowd.

“Merlin! There you are! Alright, listen. There’s a great deal of long winded people at this party and they all want to congratulate me-”

He rolled his eyes, “That sounds terrible,”

“-so, if you see me with a cornered expression on my face, maybe a bit of glaze around the eyes, I need you to rescue me. Got it?”

Merlin laughed and put his fist to his chest in a mock salute, “At your service.”

Arthur grinned, then saw his father beckoning him and disappeared as quickly as he’d come.

“Okay.” He muttered to the retreating crimson cape, “Bye.”

In the end, Merlin didn’t move from his post at the fringes of all the activity. He cradled a drink just to have something to do with his hands and tried to content himself with people-watching, which was entertaining, but grew lonely as the night wore on. Or, it felt forlorn anyway, until a strangely familiar bearded face wound its way from the crowd.

The man wore chain-mail and a cloak like all the rest, but there was a subtle difference in the way he carried himself. He didn’t walk with the assurance of riches and titles on his side, but more with the confidence of someone who had pulled himself out of more scrapes than he could count and was ready to do it again in a heartbeat.

“Evening,” The man leaned against the wall next to him in an obvious and failed attempt at casualness.

Merlin narrowed his eyes, “Gwaine? What are you doing here?”

There was the cheeky conspiratorial grin he remembered. It felt a little wrong, seeing him out of context like this, but he seemed no less wild beneath the all silks and glinting silver.

“Hush! Merlin!” Gwaine glanced around as if anyone was actually listening, “I’m going undercover, so it’s Sir Edward to you.”

“Well, Sir Edward, I’m glad to see you. This party was getting boring.”

“You’re in luck then,” he rubbed his hands together a little maniacally, “Livening things up is my specialty. Say, have you seen Arthur?”

Merlin shrugged, “He’s around here somewhere, I’m supposed to be protecting him from overly chatty people.”

Gwaine craned his neck and found something to the right of Merlin’s shoulder. He smirked, “I don’t think the prince will be needing your services tonight, he seems to be handling himself very well.”

There was something in his voice. A certain male smugness that always made Merlin uncomfortable. He turned and there was Arthur sitting very close to one of the ladies of the court, her velvet gown cascading to the floor, glossy hair woven with gems and roses. As Merlin watched, Arthur grinned, leaned in a little unsteadily and then they were kissing like they were alone in all the world, mouths pressed together like two puzzle pieces, hands in each other's hair while the other knights laughed their heads off and and the surrounding nobles pointedly looked away.

Gwain was saying something, making another joke, but Merlin heard none of it. His heart constricted, his last remaining hopes for the evening shipwrecked against jagged rocks. Suddenly the room seemed to close in on him and every laughing voice was another breath stolen from his lungs.

“I need to leave,” he told Gwain gruffly without meeting his eyes.

“Merlin?” he called after him, “But I only just got here!”

The sorcerer shoved his way through the press of bodies, stepping on feet and leaving offended looks in his wake. He burst through a side door and paused, taking great breaths of evening air. It was like a cold new sheet on his skin, like a gulp from a snow-melt stream. He closed the door quietly behind him and all the sound and light it contained was abruptly shut out. Merlin felt like he’d stepped through a portal, journeyed to the dark side of the moon. Dancing bodies were replaced for unmoving cobblestones, the din of conversation for distance crickets, golden candle light for a deep ocean blue.

Merlin sank to the steps and pressed his forehead into his palms, feeling the relief of his escape settling like silt to reveal a sharp, densely packed diamond of disappointment.

He sat there in the dark trying to wait out the tightness in his chest, so that he could rejoin the party just long enough to plaster on a fake smile and make his excuses. But the bitterness lingered, it left him pinned to the ground.

For how could he have been so stupid? Thinking that Arthur actually liked him like that, fooling himself into believing that all which had transpired between them was anything more than a rare genuine moment of friendship. And for getting his hopes up most of all, for wanting so much more than the universe would ever allow.

The door creaked open letting a burst of otherworldly chatter escape into the night and in a moment of weakness Merlin imagined that Arthur would be standing there, but it was only Gwen, a few stray curls glowing in the torchlight before she shut out all of that awful merriment.

“Merlin I-” He didn’t bother to unfurl from his dejected slouch at the bottom of the steps, He was so tired of telling people he was fine. Gwen had stopped to stare at him, then she softened her voice, “Are you alright?”

Merlin glanced up then, met her eyes which were full of kindness and concern and knew that if he told the whole stupid story, she would listen and wouldn’t judge. But the sting of fear at the possibility of releasing all those words was precisely what trapped them in his throat. Besides, if he couldn’t understand all his tangled emotions, how would he ever explain them to someone else.

“These parties… can just be a lot sometimes.I needed some air.”

Gwen plopped down next to him on the cold cobblestones and together they regarded the darkness of the courtyard, devoid of fireflies.

“I know how you feel, there’re only so many times I can smile and nod before I feel like braining someone with a candlestick.”

Merlin turned to her in surprise and then laughed. He kept going, longer than the joke really warranted, needing that release, needing to belittle his rubbish evening and hold it at arm’s length.

“Yeah...rich people are the worst.”

“Speaking of rich people, there’s actually a reason I came looking for you.”

“What? My company isn’t enough?”

Gwen rolled her eyes, “It’s Arthur, you need to take him to bed. He’s a bit…” She mimed pouring a drink into her mouth.

Nope. Nope nope nope. Arthur was the last person he wanted to see. “That’s ridiculous, surely he can handle himself.”

“Merlin. The prince can’t even make it up the stairs and Uther wants him dealt with before he does something to embarrass the crown.”

He tried to splutter out another protest but Gwen silenced him with a stare, “This isn’t a request.”

Merlin hauled himself up, “Fine. Where is he?”

It turned out that Arthur wasn’t very difficult to find, just listen for the outrageous laughter and follow the trail of spilled mead. He had his arm around the same woman from before, who seemed to be suppressing a smile at the way the usually cordial prince was flailing about. Merlin didn’t look at her as he grabbed Arthur by the arm.

“Right. Time to go.”

“Wha- no…. I’m having such a marvelous time!” He seemed quite proud of himself for having managed a three syllable word.

“Arthur,” he said, hauling the prince to his feet, “You’re drunk, now come with me.”

“Excuse you,” he said, pointing just to the right of Merlin’s ear, “I am the inherited… inheritor of the throne and you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

He sounded like a petulant child in that moment, a schoolyard bully and Merlin found that annoyance was a much less painful emotion than jealousy.

“All very impressive my liege, but if you don’t get a move on right now, your father will have me in the stocks.”

“Sounds like a good idea…” was Arthur’s mumbled reply, but he allowed himself to be led away and out of the great hall.

It was slow going climbing the stairs to the royal chambers with Arthur leaning heavily on Merlin’s shoulder. Also, he was in a ridiculously chatty mood.

“Y’know what?” he slurred as they reached the first landing, “I really love these parties. The mead, the women…” He swayed from side to side, listing things, “the confetti, the glory…”

“Confetti hasn’t been invented yet, sire.”

“Yes, of course…”

They continued for a few moments in merciful silence until something occurred to Arthur, you could see the idea lighting up his face like a cork bobbing to the surface of the water.

“Meeeeer-lin! You never told me who you fancied!” he wriggled away from Merlin’s grasp and braced himself against the wall, grinning like an idiot, “Who’s the lucky bloke?”

The sorcerer stiffened. Not this again, not now.

“I’ve said before, I don’t like anyone in particular.” He set off without checking to see if the prince would follow.

“I don’t believe that for a second!”

Merlin heard a scoff and again didn’t turn to look, “I know what it is, you don’t trust me. You think I’d go blabbing your secret around the whole castle!”

They’d reached the door to Arthur’s chambers and Merlin was counting the seconds until he could escape, bury his head in his pillow and forget that any of this had ever happened.

“If I thought that then I wouldn’t have come out to you in the first place. Now get some sleep and have a terrible hangover.”

He turned to go but the prince grabbed hold of his shirt sleeve, “Merlin, I’m your friend. If you don’t tell me, how can I make fun of you?”

“You’ll just have to make do.” Merlin tried to pull away but he held firm.

“C’mon, tell me! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

Maybe on a different day Merlin would have been able to laugh it off, or would have thought to make up some name just to appease Arthur. At least he would have realized that the prince was very drunk and couldn’t be taken seriously.

But Merlin was already bruised, from his night of being left at the edges of the festivities, from his hurt at seeing Arthur with someone else, and then his embarrassment at how much it hurt him, as if he held any romantic claim at all.

Coupled with a substantial dose of exhaustion, his emotions built upon each other and blurred like watercolor, until he could no longer pinpoint what exactly was making him so upset, only that he felt brittle and filled to the brim, twisted up and strung too tight. He couldn’t predict what he might do next, only that something had to give.

Arthur was still going, “...Who is it?”

And that’s when Merlin lost it, that’s when he stopped caring.

“YOU! It’s always been you!”

The silence which followed was abrupt and unyielding, as if they’d been plunged into the muffled, stinging waters of a wintertime lake.

Arthur was finally frozen and suddenly sober, looking as if he’d been slapped while Merlin stood, breathing heavily, all his hackles risen, smoke practically pouring from his ears. Then he began to deflate, doom trickling through his features like a dragon blocking out the sun.

“Shit.” Merlin whispered, then he fled.

#merlin #bbc merlin #fanfic

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melodiouswhite · 5 years

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten - Ch. 34

34. The memorable habits of Miss Donovan (and bar fights)

(A/N: here there be violence and dismemberment)

The physical injuries had healed well.

And now that both Jekyll and Hyde knew, that they had something like a family for the first time in their life, the wounds on their soul were beginning to heal as well.

But Hyde didn't feel strong enough to come out and go around to pursue his hobbies for a while.

Jekyll therefore had the pleasure of staying in control for almost a month, before Hyde got fidgety again.

“Are you sure you want to go back to that?”, he asked one evening, when Hyde demanded to be let out again. “Perhaps that scum will be back-”

“If he knows what's good for him, he won't”, his alter ego snarled in response.

“Hyde, I really don't think this is a good idea.”

“I need this, Jekyll”, the younger pointed out. “And so do you. Do you think I haven't noticed how you've gone back to your old self-repression? You want to be free again. And so do I.”

The Doctor didn't argue anymore.

He did laugh, though. “You're truly incorrigible.”

“Look who's talking!”, Hyde retorted.

Jekyll finished his work for the day and left his office.

Poole frowned, when he told him that he would go out tonight.

“Are you sure, Doctor?”, the elderly servant questioned. “Only a month after you-know-what?”

“It's alright”, Jekyll assured him. “We will be more careful this time. Don't worry, Arthur.”

Poole shook his head. “You're truly incorrigible, Henry.”

The blond chuckled. “I know.”

Only Poole got away with that cheek towards him.

“Mister Hyde! So good to see you again!”, the cash carrier* cried eagerly and approached the small brunette, when he entered the bar.

Hyde hid his scorn behind his creepy smile and told him that tonight he was just here to get drunk.

When he looked around, he recognised some men, he had bested on other occasions.

Some of them saw him and glowered, but Hyde didn't worry about them.

They wouldn't have the guts to do anything, he knew.

He jumped onto the counter and threw a Sovereign onto the table.

“Long time no see! The usual?”, the barkeeper inquired and Hyde nodded affirmatively.

“The usual. And pour it, where I can see it!”, he added scowling, when the barkeeper turned his back on him to pour the drink.

The man gulped. “Alright, alright!”

He stepped to the side, so the smaller man could see everything, poured the ale and handed him his pint.

“Thank you”, Hyde purred with false sweetness and strode over to his accustomed seat in the corner.

To his surprise, someone was already sitting at the table.

And it was none other than-

“No way!”, he exclaimed, “Miss Donovan! Fancy meeting you here!”

She turned her head, recognised him and grinned like a bedlam girl. “Likewise!”, she responded, “Been a while, hasn't it? Come and sit with me, Mr. Hyde!”

He did so.

This time she wasn't cross-dressing. Instead she was sporting a black and red dress. Her flame red curls were in a ponytail and she wore dark red lipstick and rouge.

Probably to lure men in.

Hyde knew a trap, when he saw one.

“How've you been?”, she asked cheerily.

“I'm getting better.”

“I can tell. Up to your debauchery again, eh?”

“Well, what can I say? I am and always will be a depraved man.”

“It's fine. Just don't go forcing yourself on people ever again. Now that you know what that feels like.”

Hyde frowned. “Oh, don't worry. I learned my lesson in that regard.”

She nodded. “Good.”

“Sooo”, Hyde drawled, “What are you doing here in a bar?”

The ginger shrugged. “Eh, ya know. Getting up the pole and looking for girls.”

Oh. So she's a queer too …

“Well, this is a brothel, so-”

“I'm not here to dab it up”, Miss Donovan revealed, “I want to find a lady-friend. Kinda hard for me to keep one.”

He looked at her in confusion.

It was hard for him to imagine.

Alma Donovan was an attractive girl, in almost every way. Even the piercing, feral look in her eyes – so much like his own – could be enticing. He certainly knew that a lot of men had a thing for wild, temperamental beauties.

She explained: “I'm mad. Maybe Luise told you, but I like to stab and mutilate blokes. They just 'ave to look at me funny and then they can say bye-bye to their crown jewels.”

Hyde cringed.

“Do I have to worry about losing mine?”, he queried.

She shook her head. “Unless you ever hurt a woman again, nah. Besides, you already got a taste of your medicine and promised to never do it again. So you're safe.”

Oh thank Heavens …

“And I have quite a few other quirks”, the ginger continued, “So every time I actually manage to get meself a girlfriend, it doesn't last long. I'm looking for a lady, who can put up with me madness.”

Oh.

Well, he knew a few tough girls. Tough enough for him, at least. And he was a madman himself, after all. So in theory, they would be able to handle that madwoman here too. But …

“Just out of curiosity, how do you treat your lady-friends?”

Suddenly, Miss Donovan grinned like a Chesire cat.

“Oh, I spoil them rotten!”, she cried excitedly, “Luise gives me a handsome allowance and I make quite a lot of money by placing bets! I'd give them the best I can afford, take them out for dates, protect them from perverts, teach them how to defend themselves and how to read and write, take care of them, be there when they need me-”

The plural form got his attention. “Them?”

Miss Donovan scratched her head awkwardly. “That's the other problem. Monogamy isn't me thing. That and the fact that I get into trouble so often … well, you get the idea. Have been jailed several times too. Luise cuts me allowance every time she has to bail me out.”

One of these girls, eh?

Hyde laughed: “Miss Donovan, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Call me Alma”, she requested, “Miss Donovan was me mother.”

The brunette grinned. “Call me Edward then.”

They shook hands and proceeded to chat about this and that.

Unfortunately their conversation was interrupted, when Hyde felt a presence behind himself.

Alma frowned. “Uhh, Edward?”

“I know”, he muttered and turned around to come face to face with a huge bloke, who was glaring down at him. He reminded Hyde of a gorilla Jekyll had once seen at the zoo.

“Can I help you, Sir?”, he asked coolly and with an unaffected expression.

“You sick in the head?”, the taller man snarled.

He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Ye heard me!”, the gorilla growled.

Hyde looked past him and caught sight of some men he remembered roughing up. They were whispering and staring at the gorilla, like he was off his head. Which he certainly was.

“I have a score to settle with ya!”

“No, you don't”, Hyde responded languidly. “If we'd brawled before, I'd remember you.”

One of the workers in the background stood up and put a hand on the moron's shoulder.

“Are you off your rocker?!”, the man hissed, “That gremlin looks small, but he holds a candle to the devil.”*

A gremlin?!

He heard Jekyll snort in his head and almost laughed too. But Hyde was in a good mood, so the other man was off the hook. Besides, that was one of the more harmless things he'd been called so far.

“Well, you would know, wouldn't you?”, Hyde remarked, smirking.

“See, Sir”, he turned back to the gorilla, “That man would have a score to settle with me. And so do those three gentlemen in the back.”

He pointed at three other men, who were sitting at one of the other tables. The worker returned to his chair at their table.

“They're just wise enough not to”, Hyde continued. “And you should be too. Or you can just tell me what you actually want.”

“Ye must be that Hyde-fella”, the giant growled.

“'Sup?”

“I heard things about ya!”

“Really now?” Hyde's eyes narrowed. He was starting to feel extremely agitated. Why couldn't that twit just leave them alone? Normally he would have punched him in the gut by now, but he didn't feel like getting himself another house ban.

“Ye start brawls and beat people up for kicks”, the bigger man growled.

And you don't? Hypocrite.

“Even if they're over twice yer size-”

And what does that tell you?! Sod off!

“-Almost killed some old geezer for no reason-”

How the hell did that bastard know that?! Sir Danvers Carew hadn't pressed charges or given his name! The only witness had been a maid and Lady Summers had bought her silence. No one knew that it had been him!

Hyde feigned ignorance: “Some old geezer? Rumours! I can't think of one!”

Jekyll snorted: “Fibbing, Hyde? That's not like you.”

Shut up, Jekyll. Besides, it's easy to deny, when he doesn't say who he means.

Well, at least the fib had the desired effect. It threw the other off. Good. So he had only heard rumours about it. He couldn't prove anything. He didn't even know, if it was true.

The brunette scoffed: “Telling stories with no basis on reality? Pathetic! Now, for the last time, who are you and what do you want?”

I swear, if I have to ask one more time-

“I'm Bob Smith”, the gorilla told him.

“And I'm Queen Victoria”, Hyde responded, mimicking a falsetto and batting his eyelashes. “Guess who I am!”

Some people cackled in the background. Alma chortled and even Jekyll laughed in his head.

The gorilla's scowl intensified. “I'm tryin' to talk to ye, little shit!”

“As am I. And I'm currently failing. And I'm sorry for that. But I'm just so irritated! Because a plastered gorilla just strolled up to me and my friend, interrupted our conversation and is trying to intimidate me, like I'm one of the underage attendants!”

Hyde stared him right into the eyes. He could tell that, if he stood up, he still wouldn't even reach up to the giant's chest, so he didn't bother. Also, he'd bested men of that size before, some of them being professional brawlers. And he was in the perfect position to-

Suddenly the gorilla grabbed him by the collar, which made him gasp in surprise.

“Don't give me that sass, ye brat!”, he snarled. “I'll tear ye to pieces an'-”

Before he could continue, Hyde decided that he had enough and kicked him in the nuts with all his strength.

The gorilla let go and wailed like a little girl. Then he dropped onto the floor, clutching his crown jewels and cursed up a storm.

Priceless.

Utterly priceless.

The brunette scoffed: “Look at you! Acting tough, but a simple knock in the nuts is enough to knock you off your feet. Pathetic.”

“Oi!”, Alma suddenly piped up and stood up. She came around the table and grabbed the man by the hair. “I remember you!”

Her ice blue ice narrowed to slits.

“I saw you 'ere a fortnight ago! You're that piece of shit, who walked off with one of the underage attendants! That ten-year-old gal, if I remember correctly.”

So that gorilla is one of those blokes, huh?

“Ew! Gross!”, Jekyll groaned in disgust. “And you call me a dirty old man, Hyde! At least I don't use children to satisfy my carnal desires!”**

Yes, that's one of your redeeming qualities, Hyde thought drily.

Meanwhile Alma was grinning maniacally. “Why, there's only one appropriate way to 'andle blokes like you!”

To the brunette's surprise, she charmed a knife from her glove. “Now”, she purred darkly, “You will find out, why they call me 'Unmanning Alma'!”

Ohhhh, this is going to be good!

“Hyde, no.”

Hyde, yes!

Hyde was quite convinced, that the knife was blunt. Which made this whole thing even better!

But before more could happen, someone new entered the brothel.

He couldn't believe his eyes. “Lucy!”

She turned to face him. “Oh, Mr. Hyde! Good evening!”

He frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave this place!”

The black-haired woman smiled. “Don't worry, I'm just here to get my clothes. It took me a while to find a room somewhere, but now I finally have a nice one.”

Hyde composed himself. Finding a nice and affordable place to live was extremely hard here in London, he knew that.

Lucy went up to the pimp and they began a talk, which quickly turned into an argument.

His eyes narrowed.

Oh no, that snake was not going to take Lucy's things for himself!

“Is there a problem?”, he asked the pimp icily.

The snake began to talk some gibberish about Lucy having debts.

“I see”, Hyde replied coolly and turned to Lucy: “When you moved out, how much did he charge you?”

“Sixty Pounds”, Lucy huffed. “And I paid! Now he wants another twenty!”

“Sixty? Her possessions are worth less than forty – which I know, because I calculated it. But since you're so eager to rob an ex-prostitute, let's settle this business once and for all.”

Hyde turned around, rummaged in his bag and then turned to them, his hands behind the back. “Alright”, he began darkly. “In one hand I'm holding my bag, that contains medical equipment, as well as all the money you could ever dream of. In the other, I have a walking cane stable enough to bash someone's skull in. Of course”, he added with a sneer, “The other option would be that you land behind bars for hiring underage prostitutes. Just a brief reminder, the age of consent was raised up to sixteen last summer. But then again, when has that ever stopped people from lusting for little brats, eh?”

The pimp stared at him for a full minute.

“Her debts are more than settled”, he finally uttered weakly. Then he backed off and let Lucy get her last things. When she returned downstairs, the snake was waiting for her and shoved a bag of money into her hands. “Here you have twenty pounds, just keep your mouth shut!”

Hyde snorted. The things people did to avoid getting apprehended!

“Oh shut up!”, Jekyll scoffed in his head, “You turn into me, when you get into trouble with the police!”

You shut up, Jekyll!

“No, you!”

Just for the record, I haven't got into trouble with the police since that Carew affair! Now shut up and let me enjoy the show!

“What show? This one or Miss Donovan castrating that paedophile?”

Oh, right. He had forgot about that bugger.

When he turned to the red-head, she had knocked the gorilla out cold and was staring at Lucy, like she was the most gorgeous thing in the world.

To be fair, the black-haired woman was the most beautiful girl he knew.

An idea popped into Hyde's head.

He took the surprised Lucy by the hand and guided her to his new friend (who quickly hid her knife).

“Let me introduce you to Lucy Harris, a woman who's too good for this sinful world – don't you dare deny it, Lucy”, he added, when she wanted to object. “And this is Alma Donovan, a friend of mine, who is just as mad as I am.”

“Charmed!”, Alma cried enthusiastically and shook the blushing woman's hand. “It's an honour to meet a remarkable lady such as yourself!”

“Uhm … likewise …”, Lucy mumbled shyly, obviously not knowing how to deal with this.

Jekyll laughed in Hyde's head.

“I didn't pin you to be a match-maker!”, he teased. If he had been corporeal, Hyde would've stuck his tongue at him.

Oh shut up, if these two hook up, it might give me an advantage!

“Sure, Hyde. Whatever helps you sleep at night! There is no way you could be doing this, because you want two people who helped you to be happy!”

I would strike you, if I could.

“But you cahaaan't!”, Jekyll taunted him. “Come on, Edward! You know that I'm right!”

The brunette puffed his cheeks in annoyance.

Better half, his arse! Also, how old was that man again? Oh yeah, fifty! He was a dirty, fifty-year-old bastard!

A groan got their attention. Oh, the gorilla was waking up.

The two mad people excused themselves and dragged the half-conscious man outside and into an alley. Hyde kicked him in the solar plexus for good measure, to render him defenceless.

But when Donovan had her blunt knife out, Hyde laughed and took a scalpel out of his bag. “That knife is too blunt. Use this, that'll be quicker.”

Alma took the medical tool and made short work of the man's nether regions.

She and Hyde cackled maniacally as the child-molesting bastard screamed, then left him to writhe in agony.

“I need to go back”, Hyde told her, “I still have to pay for my drink.”

She grinned. “Maybe Miss Harris hasn't left yet”, she hoped.

I'm sure one of her ex-colleagues is keeping her back for a few minutes to chat, he assumed.

And sure enough, he was right.

Lucy was leaning outside, next to the door and chatting with one of her colleagues, who had crept outside for some fresh air.

Hyde recognised the other woman. That French girl … what was her name … oh right, Marianne.

Alma went up to them and joined in their conversation, while he went back inside to pay.

Everyone was obviously glad, when he paid up and left the place.

Then he had a short talk with the three women (Lucy inquired how he was doing), before turning to go home. “Goodbye, ladies! It was fun to pass time with you!”

“Likewise!”, Alma laughed and waved back.

Then they all went their separate ways.

Hyde was still elated, when he arrived at his flat.

Sure, he hadn't got up the pole tonight, but damn! He had found himself one sister in arms!

“This was the best evening in ages!”, he exclaimed happily.

“I can imagine it was”, Jekyll deadpanned and appeared in the mirror.

“This is my nightmare!”, the blond groaned and shook his head. “You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

The brunette cackled and revelled in the other's exasperation.

Meanwhile Lady Summers was doing paper work, when her telephone rang and she jumped.

With a frustrated sigh, she took the receiver. “Hello, Lady Summers speaking?”

In the next moment she winced and held the receiver away from her ear.

“You, Luise! I just had the best evening ever!”

Why did Alma have to shout into the phone like that?!

“Let me guess, you castrated someone?”, the Lady sighed in annoyance.

“That too, but I met some really interesting people!”

“Did you now?”

“Yes! First off, I stumbled upon Hyde in a brothel-”

“What were you doing there?!”

“I'm coming to that – and we chatted about this and that, when this huge gorilla of a man interrupted our conversation and started to annoy Edward-”

Oh, so it's first name basis now?

“-and you won't believe this! It was the same guy, who screwed that little girl the other day! The one I didn't get to punish, because I had to leave early!”

“Aha.”

“And just as I wanted to give him, what he deserved, this absolutely gorgeous woman walked in! She was so cute and beautiful, damn! It's true love, I know it! And Edward introduced me to her! Her name is Lucy Harris! She's so adorable! I asked for her address and get this! She just moved into the house where I live! Isn't that amazing?! Maybe I'll finally have a lasting relationship! And I also got to know a Frenchwoman, who is apparently a former colleague of Lucy's. A really bricky**** lady, I tell you!”

The Prussian needed a minute to process all of this.

Then she recovered her spirit.

“That's nice, Alma. But you still haven't told me what you were doing in a run-down brothel bar in Soho.”

“I was looking for a potential girlfriend! You know how hard it is for me to keep one! And every woman in Whitechapel knows me. They don't want anything to do with me. I don't even know why! I'm doing them a favour with what I do! Anyway, I hoped that maybe I'd be luckier in one of the other districts. And I thought prostitutes would be a good thing to start with, because they're tougher than others.”

That's in the eye of the beholder, the Lady thought drily.

“Have you told Mr. Hyde about your favourite pastime?”, she asked curiously.

“Yeah. But he was calm about it, after I told him that he has nothing to fear. He even helped me castrate that child-molesting gorilla! I think I found myself a brother in arms!”

Lady Summers groaned: “This is my nightmare! You found a partner in crime, who's just as deranged as you are!”

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*cash carrier - Victorian Slang for: a pimp

**Hold a candle to the devil - Victorian Slang for: to be evil

***My version of Jekyll is anti pedo. Anything younger than eighteen is too young for him. Hyde likes them twenty (like himself) and older.

****bricky - Victorian Slang for: brave, fearless

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #lucy harris #oc #crazy people

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foxingpeculiar · 4 years

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Since I don’t plan on putting on another one in the next two hours, I apparently watched exactly 200 movies for the first time in 2019. We’ll see if we can beat that. They are, if anyone cares:

Searching (2018, Aneesh Chhaganty)

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018, David Slade)

Upgrade (2018, Leigh Whannell)

Pather Panchali (1955, Satyajit Ray)

Aparajito (1956, Satyajit Ray)

The Vampire Lovers (1970, Roy Ward Baker)

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009, Werner Herzog)

*Can You Ever Forgive Me? (2018, Marielle Heller)

Cape Fear (1991, Martin Scorsese)

Wild Strawberries (1957, Ingmar Bergman)

The Seven Year Itch (1955, Billy Wilder)

A Star is Born (2018, Bradley Cooper)

You Were Never Really Here (2017, Lynne Ramsay)

Vampire’s Kiss (1988, Robert Bierman)

Gangs of Wasseypur—Part 1 (2012, Anurag Kashyap)

*Destroyer (2018, Karyn Kusama)

Gangs of Wasseypur—Part 2 (2012, Anurag Kashyap)

Under the Silver Lake (2018, David Robert Mitchell)

Night Moves (1975, Arthur Penn)

*Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018, Bob Persichetti/Peter A Ramsey/Rodney Rothman)

The Thin Red Line (1998, Terrence Malick)

*Shogun Assassin (1980, Robert Houston/Kenji Misumi)

Secret Window (2004, David Koepp)

Gemini (2017, Aaron Katz)

Velvet Buzzsaw (2019, Dan Gilroy)

A Field in England (2013, Ben Wheatley)

Fyre: The Greatest Party That Never Happened (2019, Chris Smith)

Daisies (1966, Věra Chytilová)

The Devils (1971, Ken Russell)

Beyond the Black Rainbow (2010, Panos Cosmatos)

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018, Bryan Singer)

Bye Bye Birdie (1963, George Sidney)

Body Heat (1981, Lawrence Kasdan)

Being There (1979, Hal Ashby)

Logan’s Run (1976, Michael Anderson)

Escape From Tomorrow (2013, Randy Moore)

The Double (2014, Richard Ayoade)

Days of Heaven (1978, Terrence Malick)

The Blackcoat’s Daughter (2015, Oz Perkins)

Submarine (2010, Richard Ayoade)

*The Wandering Earth (2019, Frant Gwo)

Abducted in Plain Sight (2017, Skye Borgman)

The Thomas Crown Affair (1968, Norman Jewison)

Certain Women (2016, Kelly Reichardt)

Green Book (2018, Peter Farrelly)

Cold War (2018, Pawel Pawlikowski)

*The Boxer’s Omen (1983, Kuei Chih-Hung)

Vox Lux (2018, Brady Corbett)

A Most Violent Year (2014, JC Chandor)

Leaving Neverland (2019, Dan Reed)

Barbarella: Queen of the Galaxy (1968, Roger Vadim)

The Clovehitch Killer (2018, Duncan Skiles)

The Wicker Man (1973, Robin Hardy)

Jubilee (1978, Derek Jarman)

Blithe Spirit (1945, David Lean)

Burning (2018, Lee Chang-Dong)

Starchaser: The Legend of Orin (1985, Steven Hahn)

First Man (2018, Damien Chazelle)

*Us (2019, Jordan Peele)

Re-Animator (1985, Stuart Gordon)

The Dirt (2019, Jeff Tremaine)

Brokeback Mountain (2005, Ang Lee)

All That Heaven Allows (1955, Douglas Sirk)

The Blues Brothers (1980, John Landis)

Unfaithfully Yours (1948, Preston Sturges)

Hustle & Flow (2005, Craig Brewer)

Yojimbo (1961, Akira Kurosawa)

The Detective (1968, Gordon Douglas)

Support the Girls (2018, Andrew Bujalski)

The Age of Innocence (1993, Martin Scorsese)

Boys Don’t Cry (1999, Kimberly Peirce)

Eyes of Laura Mars (1978, Irvin Kershner)

*Long Day’s Journey Into Night (2019, Bi Gan)

Pet Sematary (1989, Mary Lambert)

*Avengers: Endgame (2019, Anthony & Joe Russo)

Fear (1996, James Foley)

Shivers (1976, David Cronenberg)

The Brood (1979, David Cronenberg)

Drowning by Numbers (1988, Peter Greenaway)

Like Someone in Love (2012, Abbas Kiarostami)

Society (1989, Brian Yuzna)

The Perfection (2019, Richard Shepard)

Lords of Chaos (2018, Jonas Åkerlund)

Perfect Blue (1997, Satoshi Kon)

Happy Death Day 2 U (2019, Christopher Landon)

The Dunwich Horror (1970, Daniel Haller)

Three Days of the Condor (1975, Sydney Pollack)

The Parallax View (1974, Alan J Pakula)

Klute (1971, Alan J Pakula)

The Day of the Jackal (1973, Fred Zinneman)

Play Misty for Me (1971, Clint Eastwood)

The Craft (1996, Andrew Fleming)

Charade (1963, Stanley Donen)

Her Smell (2019, Alex Ross Perry)

Gattaca (1997, Andrew Niccol)

Hackers (1995, Iain Softley)

The Paperboy (2012, Lee Daniels)

They Live (1988, John Carpenter)

*Midsommar (2019, Ari Aster)

A Murder of Crows (1999, Rowdy Herrington)

The Predator (2018, Shane Black)

*Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood (2019, Quentin Tarantino)

Bullitt (1968, Peter Yates)

Basic Instinct (1992, Paul Verhoeven)

The Da Vinci Code (2006, Ron Howard)

The Trip (1967, Roger Corman)

X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes (1963, Roger Corman)

The Falcon and the Snowman (1985, John Schlesinger)

Inside Daisy Clover (1965, Robert Mulligan)

The Falls (1980, Peter Greenaway)

Cannibal Holocaust (1980, Ruggero Deodato)

Pokémon Detective Pikachu (2019, Rob Letterman)

War & Peace (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)

A Zed and Two Noughts (1985, Peter Greenaway)

The Man with the Golden Arm (1955, Otto Preminger)

Maniac (1934, Dwain Esper)

Possession (1981, Andrzej Żuławski)

High Life (2018, Claire Denis)

Catch Me If You Can (2002, Steven Spielberg)

The Souvenir (2019, Joanna Hogg)

Gow the Killer (1931, Edward A Sailsbury)

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018, JA Bayona)

Suicide Squad (2016, David Ayer)

Jaws of the Jungle (1936, Eddie Granemann)

*IT, Chapter Two (2019, Andy Muschietti)

Rocketman (2019, Dexter Fletcher)

Booksmart (2019, Olivia Wilde)

A Futile and Stupid Gesture (2018, David Wain)

Goodbye Lover (1998, Roland Joffé)

24 Hour Party People (2002, Michael Winterbottom)

Wild Women of Wongo (1958, James L Wolcott)

Body of Evidence (1993, Uli Edel)

Capricorn One (1978, Peter Hyams)

Identification of a Woman (1982, Michelangelo Antonioni)

Marihuana (1936, Dwain Esper)

*Ad Astra (2019, James Gray)

The Violent Years (1956, William Morgan)

Salvatore Giuliano (1962. Francesco Rosi)

Metropolis (2001, Rintaro)

Mom and Dad (1945, William Beaudine)

The Eye of Vichy (1993, Claude Chabrol)

Harper (1966, Jack Smight)

The House That Dripped Blood (1971, Peter Duffell)

The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967, Roman Polanski)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959, Edward D Wood Jr)

*Joker (2019, Todd Phillips)

Attack of the Crab Monsters (1956, Roger Corman)

Fracture (2007, Gregory Hoblit)

The Bedroom Window (1987, Curtis Hanson)

The Celluloid Closet (1995, Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman)

Echoes in the Darkness (1987, Glenn Jordan)

No Way Out (1987, Roger Donaldson)

Pumpkinhead (1988, Stan Winston)

Corman’s World: Exploits of a Hollywood Rebel (2011, Alex Stapleton)

McLuhan’s Wake (2002, Kevin McMahon)

Taking Lives (2004, DJ Caruso)

Spine Tingler!: The William Castle Story (2009, Jeffrey Schwarz)

House on Haunted Hill (1959, William Castle)

The Tingler (1959, William Castle)

The Virgin Spring (1960, Ingmar Bergman)

Last House on the Left (1972, Wes Craven)

*Judy (2019, Rupert Goold)

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961, Stanley Kramer)

Cam (2018, Daniel Goldhaber)

Dolemite is My Name (2019, Craig Brewer)

Dolemite (1975, D’Urville Martin)

*The Lighthouse (2019, Robert Eggers)

The Defilers (1965, David F Friedman)

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge (1985, Jack Sholder)

Paranormal Activity 2 (2010, Tod Williams)

Paranormal Activity 3 (2011, Henry Joost & Ariel Schulman)

Kill List (2011, Ben Wheatley)

Krull (1983, Peter Yates)

Ginger Snaps (2000, John Fawcett)

Blood Feast (1963, Herschell Gordon Lewis)

Primal Fear (1996, Gregory Hoblit)

The World of Apu (1959, Satyajit Ray)

Man of Steel (2013, Zack Snyder)

Superman: The Movie (1978, Richard Donner)

Coffy (1973, Jack Hill)

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019, Jim Mickle)

The Irishman (2019, Martin Scorsese)

Marriage Story (2019, Noah Baumbach)

Echo in the Canyon (2019, Andrew Slater)

Shock Corridor (1963, Samuel Fuller)

The Road to Wellville (1994, Alan Parker)

The Last Temptation of Christ (1988, Martin Scorsese)

*Knives Out (2019, Rian Johnson)

Howl (2010, Rob Epstien & Jeffrey Friedman)

Hustlers (2019, Lorene Scafaria)

Late Night (2019, Nisha Ganatra)

Reefer Madness (2005, Andy Fickman)

Soapdish (1991, Michael Hoffman)

Happy Together (1997, Wong Kar-Wai)

The Cloud-Capped Star (1960, Ritwik Ghatak)

Jodorowsky’s Dune (2013, Frank Pavich)

Thief (1981, Michael Mann)

Detour (1945, Edgar G Ulmer)

The Bank Dick (1940, Edward F Cline)

Blinded by the Light (2019, Gurinder Chadha)

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what song do you associate with each muse?

okay so this took me forever lol, and i didn’t do it for ardyn, hannibal or blaine bc i ended up getting tired of looking for songs, but... here you go. i also put the parts of the lyrics to each song that i associate with each muse underneath the cut, for those who might be interested in why i picked the songs i picked. anyways, here goes:

ARTHUR FLECK: smile - jimmy duranteJOHN DOE: down with the sickness - disturbedJACE HUNTER: monster you made me - pop evilJOHN WINCHESTER: hurt - johnny cashNEGAN: hail to the king - avenged sevenfoldEDWARD NYGMA: numb - the cover version by jonathan youngJAMES GORDON: healing begins - tenth avenue northHARLEY QUINN: i’m gonna show you crazy - bebe rexhaSEAN MACGUIRE: my old man - zac brown bandARTHUR MORGAN: running gun - marty robbinsDAMON SALVATORE: whiskey fever - dorothy

ARTHUR FLECK: smile - jimmy durante

smile though your heart is aching, smile even though it's breakingwhen there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by. if you smile through your fear and sorrow. smile, and maybe tomorrow you'll see the sun come shining through, for you. light up your face with gladness, hide every trace of sadness, although a tear may be ever so near. that's the time you must keep on trying. smile, what's the use of crying? you'll find that life is still worth while, if you just smile.

JOHN DOE: down with the sickness - disturbed

it seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me (will you give in to me?) looking at my own reflection, when suddenly it changes, violently it changes. there is no turning back now, you'vewoken up the demon in me.

get up, come on get down with the sickness, open up your hate, andlet it flow into me. get up, come on get down with the sickness. madness is the gift, that has been given to me.

i can see inside you, the sickness is rising, don't try to deny what you feel (will you give in to me?) it seems that all that was good has died, and is decaying in me.

JACE HUNTER: monster you made me - pop evil

take a good look at me now, do you still recognize me? am i so different inside? this world is trying to change me. and i admit i don't want to change with it, and i admit i can't go on like this anymoreerase this monster i've become. forgive me for all the damage done. it's not over, say it's not over. i'm begging for mercy, i’monly the monster you made me.i'm better alone now. see i'm torn from my mistakes. and i stop believing that i could ever make things change. how much can i take, when i know that it hurts you? how long can i wait, when icant go on like this anymore?because who i am isn't who i used to be. and i'm not invincible,i'm not indestructible. i'm only human. can't you see the beauty in me?take a good look at me now, can't you see i've changed?

JOHN WINCHESTER: hurt - johnny cash

i hurt myself today, to see if i still feeli focus on the pain, the only thing that's realthe needle tears a hole, the old familiar stingtry to kill it all away, but i remember everything

what have i become, my sweetest friendeveryone i know, goes away in the endand you could have it all, my empire of dirti will let you down, i will make you hurt

NEGAN: hail to the king - a7x

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. save your life by keeping whispers unsaid. children roam the streets now orphans of war. bodies hanging in the streets to adore. royal flames will carve a path in chaos, bringing daylight to the night. death is riding in to town with armor. they come to take all your rights.

hail to the king, hail to the one. kneel to the crown, stand in the sun. hail to the king.

blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne. born again but it’s too late to atone. no mercy from the edge of the blade. dare escape and learn the price to be paid. let the water flow in shades of red now. arrows black out all the light. death is riding in to town with armor. they come to grant you your rights.

there's a taste of fear, when the henchmen call. iron fist to tame them iron fist to claim it all

EDWARD NYGMA: numb - linkin park cover by jonathan young

i'm tired of being what you want me to be, feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. don't know what you're expecting of meput under the pressure of walking in your shoes. every step that i take is another mistake to you

i've become so numb, i can't feel you there. become so tired, so much more aware, i'm becoming this. all i want to do, is be more like me and be less like you

can't you see that you're smothering me. holding too tightly, afraid to lose control? 'cause everything that you thought i would be has fallen apart right in front of you. every step that I take is another mistake to you. and every second I waste is more than I can take

and i know i may end up failing too. but i know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

JAMES GORDON: healing begins - tenth avenue north.

so you thought you had to keep this up. all the work that you doso we think that you're good. and you can't believe it's not enough.all the walls you built up are just glass on the outside

so let 'em fall down. there's freedom waiting in the sound, when you let your walls fall to the ground, we're here now

this is where the healing begins, oh this is where the healing starts.when you come to where you're broken, within the light meets the dark.

afraid to let your secrets out. everything that you hide can comecrashing through the door now. but too scared to face all your fear, so you hide, but you find that the shame won't disappear

sparks will fly as grace collides with the dark inside of us. so please don't fight this coming light. the light meets the dark.

HARLEY QUINN: i’m gonna show you crazy - bebe rexha

there's a war inside my head, sometimes i wish that i was dead.i'm broken, so i called this therapist and she said, "girl, you can't be fixed, just take this"i'm tired of trying to be normal, i'm always over-thinking. i'm driving myself crazy. so what if i'm fucking crazy?

and i don't need your quick fix. i don't want your prescriptions. just'cause you say i'm crazy, so what if i'm fucking crazy? yeah, i’m gonna show youloco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, yeah, i'm gonna show you, i’mgonna show you. yeah, i'm gonna show you mental out my brain, bat shit, go insane, yeah, i'm gonna show you

i've been searching city streets trying to find the missing piece like you said. and i searched hard only to find there's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind.

SEAN MACGUIRE: my old man - zac brown band

he was a giant when i was just a kid. i was always tryingto do everything he did. i can still remember every lesson he taught me, growing up learning how to be like my old man

he was a lion, we were our father's pride, but i was defiant, when he made me walk the line. he knew how to lift me up, and when to let me fall. looking back, he always had a planmy old man, my old man

feel the callous on his hands and dusty overalls. my old man, now i finally understand i have a lot to learn from my old man.

my old man, i know one day we'll meet again, as he's looking down. my old man, i hope he's proud of who i ami'm trying to fill the boot of my old man. my old man

ARTHUR MORGAN: running gun - marty robbins

i rode out of kansas city, going, south to mexico. i was, running dodging danger, left the girl that i loved so. far behind lay kansas city and the past that i had earned. twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons i had learned.

many times i sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head. till the nights began to haunt me by the men that i lay dead. couldn't stand it any longer with the life that i'd begun, so I, said good-bye to jeannie and became a running gun. i rode into amarillo as the sun sank in the west, my thoughts in kansas city and the girl that i love best. as i smiled and kissed her gently and then turned around to go, said i'd send for her to meet me when i reached old mexico. i had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground, when a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around.said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law. challenged by a bounty hunter, so i turned around to draw.

i knew someday i'd meet him for his hand like lightning flashed, my own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it's path. as my strength was slowly fading, i could see him walk away, and i knew that where i lie today, he too must lie some day. now my strength is slowly fading and my eyes are growing dim, and my thoughts return to jeannie and the home that we had planned. oh please tell her won't you mister that she's still the only one, but a woman's love is wasted when she loves a running gun.

DAMON SALVATORE: whiskey fever - dorothy

woah mama don't you leave me alone, no tellin' what i'll do on my own. woah mama there's a pit in my soul, so deep i gotta fill it up now, fill it up now, fill it up now.whiskey whiskey whiskey fever, you're my evil, you're my evilwhiskey whiskey whiskey fever, you're my evil, you're my evil love

woah mama can't you say that i'm wrong, bad habits been busting my bones. hell mama’s gonna swallow me whole, god knows i gotta fill it up now, fill it up now, fill it up now.

#atnoctum #&*' outofcharacters. ( ooc.)

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