#ats 3x11

[mycatismyfriend]

Cordelia slapping Watchers. That's it. That's the gifset.

[on-this-day-btvs]

January 14, 2002

Birthday aired for ATS season 3, episode 11. An alternate universe - the Cordy!verse - is explored. In the Cordy!verse Cordelia is a rich and famous actress.

[fazedlight]

Kara was supposed to be a Worldkiller.

Let me explain why I wrote Darkness in All Things.

The crux of it really starts with this canon line. In 3x11, Kara ventures to Fort Rozz to find Jindah Kol Rozz - the priestess witch who might know how to defeat Reign.

It's there that Jindah - who emphasizes that there is "darkness in all things, in every soul you know" - reveals that Reign is not the only worldkiller. The others will awake, and unite beneath the banner of Reign.

The Power. The Pestilence. The Purity.

But who is Power?

To answer who is Power, we may need to start with who are the worldkillers.

In the comics, the worldkillers were created by Zor-El (who also experimented on his daughter). There were actually many worldkillers before Krypton's destruction, including Reign and her three followers.

This show has a way of reinventing comic plots. The black mercy plot, Red Son, World's Finest - all comic lore that was reimagined for Arrowverse Kara.

In season 3, we see Erica Durance (famous for Smallville's Lois Lane) take on the role of Alura. This in itself implies something big for Alura. It's not too much of a stretch to think that maybe she would take Zor-El's place as creator of the worldkillers.

And it would sure explain Sam's nightmare above, which we see at the very end of 3x01, and is never addressed again.

So we have a hint that there may be a fourth worldkiller named Power, and that perhaps Alura would take Zor-El's role in the comic of having created them. Why Kara?

Kara dreams of the worldkillers - for reasons she doesn't quite understand. But she only dreams of three. If Jindah says there are four, why don't we see the fourth in Kara's dream?

I've spoiled it already, of course: the dreamer is one.

So why didn't we see Worldkiller Kara?

It's important to note that an abusive showrunner was fired in the middle of the season - prompting rewrites & the odd midspring break.

It explains why the nightmare with Alura was never revisited, why Lena wasn't made evil despite the showrunner saying otherwise, and why Sam survived when the plot & casting call hinted at Sam's death & Ruby being adopted by Alex. It also explains why the show emphasized Alura's line from the pilot - you will do extraordinary things - 3x02 Triggers.

I could be wrong, of course - but it's still an idea that ate at me. What would it look like for Kara have to wrestle with a destructive purpose? How would the team defeat the worldkillers if their strongest fighter was one of them? What would that mean for the rift that was developing between Lena and Kara with the kryptonite and spying?

... which is why I wrote Darkness in All Things.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck’s loft is NOT his home because Eddie's house is where he belongs.

It appears 9-1-1 hinted at the way Buck's loft has "never fit" into the life he wants for himself, i.e., a spouse, a child and/or children, and a house.  He really wants a family to come home to instead of him going back to his empty loft after working a long grueling shift at the firehouse.  It would have been better if he or someone else would have been allowed to just say that during 6A but it seems like that would have been too easy. His loft has mainly been shown as just a place where he dwells but he was depressed after the ladder truck explosion and his embolism, he experienced two breakups inside of those walls (the first one in 2x18 “This Life We Choose when girlfriend #2 broke up with him and the last one in 5x18 “Starting Over” when he broke up with girlfriend #3) and Maddie told him their parents were coming to visit in 4x4 “9-1-1 What’s Your Grievance?” as they sat on his couch; therefore the loft holds a few bad memories for him.

All of the memories he’s had while living there haven’t been bad because he’s had some good experiences there too including 3x3 “The Searchers” when Eddie brought Christopher back to him after the Tsunami and told him “There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you”.

In 3x9 “Fallout” when he apologized to Eddie after the lawsuit for the second time and he played video games with Eddie and Christopher. The time he spent with them was fantastic in 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” when he cooked a perfect 6-cheese lasagna for his Diaz boys.

One issue is Buck has never really considered the loft to be his home because in 3x11 “Seize the Day” he told Maddie “This is Eddie’s house, I’m not really a guest” which could mean he’s always known that he wanted to build a family, a life and a forever with Eddie.

More than once during 6A his loft was shown to "not fit" the type of life he so desperately wants for himself and even though he told Connor and Kameron in 6x4 “Animal Instincts” that he doesn’t know what he wants, it seems like that was a LIE because Buck’s facial expressions have shown who and what he wants many times like he did in 4x14 “Survivors” while he gazed at Eddie and Christopher from Eddie’s front door after Eddie was discharged from the hospital and Buck drove him home.

In 6x1 he hadn't replaced his couch after he broke up with TK which means his "family" didn’t have anywhere to sit together in his living room like they did in 3x9 while they ate pizza and played video games.  Christopher told Buck it was weird that he didn’t have a couch while Buck was still cooking their dinner but Buck was happy and smiling the whole time Eddie and Christopher were there with him.

In 6x4 before Connor arrived to further manipulate him into being their sperm donor, Buck looked both solemn and sad while he was getting ready to pour himself a cup of coffee/tea. When Connor and Kameron went to his loft so that he could tell them if he was going to be their sperm donor, he told them that he didn't know what he wanted for himself (he lied) but he still agreed to be their donor in the end without considering how it would affect him in the long run.

In 6x5 “Home Invasion” Buck was enjoying having Hoover the dog there with him but when he started barking, his landlord knocked on his door and reminded him that he wasn't supposed to have a dog. Only cats are allowed in the loft.

In 6x8 “9-1-1 What’s Your Fantasy?” while he was babysitting Jee-Yun, when she tried to go upstairs, he panicked because stairs aren't for babies.

In 6x9 “Red Flag” he was finally able to fall asleep because he was settling to have a piece of himself included in a family even if the end results in them having a child with his DNA won’t make him happy.  He did the same thing in 5x7 “Ghost Stories”, after TK invaded his loft way before he ever asked her to move in, he clung to and settled for a relationship with her even though he was unhappy.  He accepted it because he believed that was all he could have so he went to sleep and left her awake while she sat there worrying about her dad’s upcoming parole hearing. Now he thinks Kameron being pregnant is going to fix his feelings of loneliness but it won't because if the baby Kameron is carrying is the result of his sperm donation, then the baby STILL won’t be his. Therefore he’s continuing to settle for whatever he thinks will fill the hole he’s had in his heart for years.

Buck's loft only has one bedroom and it's upstairs; he still doesn't have a couch and every time he goes home after work, it seems like he doesn't want to be there. In 5x3 “Desperate Measures” it was clear that he wanted someone to be there waiting for him especially after he plopped on his bed and said, "Hi honey, I'm home". Eddie's house is THE ONLY PLACE THAT BUCK HAS EVER SAID HE'S NOT A GUEST and that illustrated the way he's always known where his home is and who his family is too.  He’s never said that about Maddie’s place even though he lived with her in season 2 after Chimney kicked him out of his apartment which happened not long after he left his first girlfriend’s apartment in 2x7 “Haunted”.

Also Buck’s loft is not fit for a baby and the show clearly illustrated that while he was babysitting Jee-Yun in 6x8. There’s nowhere for him to put a crib and there’s no second bedroom for a child to sleep in.  Buck’s loft may have initially been a good fit for him six years ago because he was younger but now that he’s older, his mindset needs to change and he has to start thinking about the things he really wants in life in order to change his surroundings.  His couch is waiting for him at Eddie’s house but he has to admit the family he chose to build with Eddie and Christopher is what he wants.

Eddie and Christopher have been waiting for Buck to realize they are his family but it seems like Buck and Eddie are too scared to admit what they both want and need from each other.  The first half of season 6 ended with Eddie being frustrated and abruptly disconnecting from the four-way call he was on with Buck, Hen and Chimney after Buck made his announcement.  It also ended with Buck seeming to be a bit delusional about the baby since he bought an LAFD onesie that may or may not be a gift he was planning to give to Connor and Kameron. Therefore it will be interesting to see if any of Buck’s and Eddie’s problems are addressed in 6B.  There are several other things they still need to talk about including The Shooting so will they finally be allowed to discuss their shared traumas so that Buck will FINALLY understand the family he so desperately wants has been waiting for him this whole time? Only the showrunners, writers and producers know the answer to that question.

[chasingfictions]

ok also i'm on a cordy girlkisser roll lately name 5 girls u wish cordy would've kissed <33 she deserves it!!

YES GREAT QUESTION.

buffy summers obviously. OBVIOUSLY. here are some great moments for them to have kissed: in the hallway at the end of 1x11. at the end of 1x12 after cordy finds out buffy died. in 1x01 right after buffy attacks cordy with the stake. in 2x05 they make out in the car and get so carried away they forget to go into the frat party. in 2x13 alternate version of buffy's birthday party where they flirt and there's no apocalypse and cordy forgot to give buffy a birthday present so she gives her a kiss. 2x22 when they reunite at the hospital. 3x02 when they reunite in the alley. 2x01 in the alley. 3x09 in the alley. 3x09 in the alternate universe. 3x05 the whole time. 3x12 in the car. 3x11 after cordy saves her life. 3x22 at the end of graduation. there are so many other moments btw but that's just some of them.

harmony kendall u CANT TELL ME THEY NEVER KISSED. they set up that whole lesbian harmony joke on ats and foR WHAT. harmonycordy is popular girl buffywillow in that ultimately there's not much there as adults but by virtue of them both being sapphic there isnt Not a curiosity as teens about what it would be like to kiss each other!!!

willow rosenberg. THE WE HATE CORDELIA CLUB. GAY ASS CLUB TO FOUND. willow being so jealous of xander and cordy cordy being so jealous of xander and willow. just cut out the middle man and KISS. youre locked in the closet in school hard together and for WHAT.

anya jenkins. LET ANYA BE CORDY'S LATE S3 REBOUND INSTEAD OF WESLEY. LET THEM MAKE OUT!! THERE'S NO REASON NOT TO DO IT IT'S ACTUALLY STUPID THAT THAT'S NOT HOW THEY WROTE IT!!!!!!!!!!!

darla. youre telling me. that they wrote that WHOLE fruity scene in ats s3 where darla shows up and cordy is so nice to her and is fawning over her and then darla pins her to a wall and tries to EAT HER tries to CHOMP ON HER NECK. youre TELLING ME . THAT THAT HAPPENED. AND THEY COULDNT EVEN FUCK A LITTLE BIT??????????????????????? im so mad about this. ats ill fix you.

EDIT: BONUS: she should have kissed lilah oh my god. what was the POINT of having two eminent girlkissers on ats if they werent going to let them girlkiss each other

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Revelations (3x11)

All he wanted was to go to Heaven.

Owen never went to church when he was young. He didn’t have that kind of family. He barely had any family at all. It was just him, his mother, and his grandmother, and neither of them paid him much attention anyway. They never said it, but he knew it was because of how he looked. 

He was bullied at school and stared at on the street, but he was used to it. He didn’t know life any different. He looked weird and people knew it. End of story. 

And when you look weird, your options are few. Nobody wants a big bald freak opening them up and taking out their appendix. He would never stand in a courtroom or in front of a classroom. He thought maybe he could be a cop, but he was too scary to be a good guy. So he stayed out of sight. He kept his head down, did his work, paid the bills. 

He dropped out of school and worked odd jobs for most of his life. He eventually found himself working at a church, cleaning toilets and mopping floors. At first it was just another paycheck, but one day he started listening. 

He noticed how happy the music from the organ at the altar made him, how calm he felt when the voices of the singing congregation washed over him. He would close his eyes and take a break from washing windows or dusting statues to soak it in. His body would fill with peace in a way he’d never experienced before. 

He learned a lot while keeping the church clean– the stories of Jesus, the teachings and beliefs, but he also discovered the many sides of religion. He saw the greed, the envy, the pride. The priests who looked tired and spread thin. The volunteers who bragged and showed off. The kids who cried, the elderly who wept.

He saw weddings and funerals, those who believed and those who were there for nothing but the wrong reasons. 

He watched people pretend to be godly churchgoers only to step outside the doors and yell at their spouses as they got in their Volvos and BMWs.

He took it all in, not sure where his place was in the big picture of all these people coming to worship. Until one day, long after moving on from his job at the church, God spoke to him.

Standing stock still in the garden of his employer’s house, he heard His voice. 

Protect him. Keep him safe. 

He should have been scared; it wasn’t normal to hear a voice in your head when there was no one around. But he wasn’t. He was filled with a sort of light. A purpose. The words felt like an embrace, more comforting than any hug he’d received from his mother, more assuring than any words ever spoken to him. 

For those brief moments, as that love surrounded him, he knew everything would be all right. God was with him. He was meant for someplace better than this. But first, he had a job to do. 

The only thing that mattered was the boy, Kevin. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do, Kevin was his priority now. He kept the family’s lawn perfectly mowed, no longer to pay his bills, but to stay close and protect their child. Everything he did– what he ate, how he dressed, how he arranged his day– was with the intent of doing God’s will. 

He gave of himself, abandoning what little life he’d had, to honor God’s words and do as he had been called. 

As he sat with his arms tied behind his back, he watched the FBI agents. The man only wanted answers, but he assumed the woman with the cross would understand. 

“You believe me, don’t you?” he asked her. “I mean, you must wear that as a reminder.”

She looked down towards her cross. He knew deep in his soul that she wanted to believe– he could feel it surrounding her– but she locked her faith inside. If only she could trust, in herself and in Him. 

“Mr. Jarvis,” she said, and he could tell she was shaken. “My religious convictions are hardly the issue here.”

“But they are.” He was angry because he now understood that nothing was more important than one’s faith in God. “How can you help Kevin, if you don't believe? Even the killer, he believes.”

Her partner made some sort of joke that Owen chose to ignore. 

“Mass on Christmas, fish on Friday,” he said, remembering the things he’d learned from his years at the church, aware that she would know them too. He wanted his words to hurt, to make her see how wrong she was.

“You think that makes you a good Christian,” he continued. “Just because you don't understand the sacrifice, because you're unwilling, don't think for a moment that you set the rules for me. I don't question His word. Whatever He asks of me, I'll do.”

He jumped to his feet and then male agent turned towards him. “Sit down, Mr. Jarvis.”

It was so simple, if they only understood what He wanted. He needed to keep Kevin safe. It was the only thing he had to do. 

“I just want to go to Heaven.” 

He needed to get to Kevin. They were wasting time. 

He could hear the voice. 

He’s near. He’ll kill him. Protect the child. 

He didn’t think; he simply did what was needed. He barely felt the glass against his skin or the hard ground under his body. The strength of something more powerful than himself brought him to his feet and propelled him forward. 

He needed to get to Kevin. He would protect him until the moment his life ended. He would do God’s will, and as he left this earth, he would enter His kingdom, greeting Him with open arms and a smile across his lips. 

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Ao3

@fridaysat9

[dailyats]

Cordy!

[toshsato]

[chuckclayton]

stydia shippers really ate good when 3x11 dropped... like a kiss AND the emotional teether scene... pls i died and resurrected at least 3x watch that ep

[arealbialienblast]

or The One Where Everyone Figured It Out -- Teaser

So I’m working on my first Buddie fic and I haven’t written since high school so I’m very nervous about it and wanted to post a teaser here to see if anyone is interested in reading the whole thing when its done. The concept is each member of the firefam figuring out Buck and Eddie are secretly together at different points. Canon-compliant-ish with 3x11. The teaser is part of Chimney’s aha moment, please let me know what you think!

Chimney

           The afternoon looked like every other monthly get together/lunch party/hangout tradition that the 118 had enacted under Bobby’s leadership. “A great team should be able to coexist peacefully both on and off the clock”, he had said when he invited them all over to his place 2 weeks after becoming captain a few years ago. The whole 118 team and their significant others, children, and -in Chim’s case- long lost half-brother had congregated in the Diaz living room as Maddie and Athena passed around trays of sandwiches and snack foods and Buck poured cocktails for the adults while Albert passed out sodas to the kids and Bobby. It was peaceful and familiar and brought a smile to Chimney’s face as he briefly reflected on the 118 team that he had joined all those years ago and how different things were now. When everyone had settled down into a seat with their food and drinks, Chimney looked around the room again at his chosen family except this time…he noticed a pattern. The kids were all sat together on the floor around the coffee table and the adults were sat in various chairs and couches. The pattern Chim noticed was that each couple was slightly paired off with each other while still being part of the group: Bobby and Athena sat side by side in kitchen chairs sharing a tray table for their drinks, Hen and Karen were on one end of the couch with little baby Nia perched between them in her seat, and Maddie was sitting in an arm chair while Chimney balanced on the arm of the chair slightly leaning into Maddie for balance. What stuck out to Chimney was how Buck and Eddie fit into this pattern as well. They mirrored Maddie and Chimney’s stance from the other end of the couch with Buck sat on the last cushion and Eddie balanced on the arm, close enough that their limbs would bump every once in a while as they ate and talked with the group, even though there was an empty chair available on the other side of Bobby. Buck and Eddie have always been attached at the hip and there’s no question the two men are complete best friends with an insane level of personal comfort with each other that they’re not afraid to display in public. But this…this felt different…more intimate, like Chimney wasn’t supposed to be seeing them like this. “Huh”, he accidentally said out loud albeit only loud enough for Maddie to really hear him. She shot him a quick quizzical look, but he shrugged her off and just whispered “tell ya later” as he chuckled to himself.

[soysaucevictim]

Week 2 & the 2020 DARETREE Event is done and dusted...

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Dec. 5

I woke up after 1PM.

After some chatting and doing some dishes, I did my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 20 pike push-ups with EC. Tough and a bit sloppy, but good enough for me.

Second, Day 5 of the ‘20ACC. 3x5 tricep extensions, one super-set. Definitely tougher to manage after those push-ups.

Third, Day 7 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. Lotsa kicking. Aerobic and worked up quite a sweat! I enjoyed myself and mixed up letting foot drop and doing balanced variations there of. Lunge+crosses weren’t quite as fun - because lunges. But overall, good experience!

Last, Day 5 of the FCP. Core Control Day. Level 3, no rest. Pretty breezy work, all told.

After updating my fit log and doing some browsing, I made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Corn & poblano chowder.It was pretty tasty - I mostly like the bulk and thick consistency to it. That part was comforting to eat. Don’t know how I feel about Old Bay seasoning blend, but there’s bits I appreciate from it (might be just the fact I’m not a huge fan of celery, especially if it’s too intense a note in a dish.)

Did some dishes and chatted a bit before writing up a timeline for the iZ!AU.

I went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday.

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Dec. 6

I woke up before 11AM.

Spent time chatting and  sharing a timeline of iZ!AU with friend.

Got my exercise squared away early too.

First, today’s DD. 50 shoulder taps with EC. Doable.

Second, Day 6 of the ‘20ACC. 3x6 jumping lunges, one super-set. Again, debated on breaking it up, but chose not to. Pretty aerobic and high impact. But I dod my best to be mindful of how I was executing it.

Third, Day 8 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. For exercise transitions - I did plank walk-out/ins instead of jumps. Did maintain the plank for the shoulder taps > push-ups > raised leg push-ups. Push-ups were a bit sloppy and I did feel a bit of built up fatigue, but I’m happy it was just 5 sets of that.

Last, Day 6 of the FCP. 50 squats, done in one go. Pretty manageable work, definitely well within my condition.

Spent some time chatting and watching the third Back Too The Future movie . Then spent rest of night on the usual fair.

I went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday.

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Dec. 7

I woke up after noon.

Spent a bit of time writing an e-mail about my jury summons and then browsing a bit before today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 2′ tricep dip hold with EC. Watching DWIT was helpful. Did note back pressing against chair increasingly after the first minute. But I did my best to keep the position for the full duration. Intense exercise.

Second, Day 7 of the ‘20ACC. 3x7 push-ups, one super-set. I thought about breaking it up as directed, more just to put more emphasis on my form. But then I just wanted to get it done fairly quickly & knew I could knock out 21 in one pop pretty easily (if somewhat sloppy, but what else is new).

Third, Day 9 of the FhP. Ab Day. Level 3, 1‘ rest. I feel like I could’ve shortened the rest periods a bit more than that - but ah well. It was overall very manageable and fun. I do so love sit-up punches! =w=

Fourth, Day 7 of the FCP. Endurance Day. Managed Level 3 by the skin of my teeth. Had some doubts I could go for whole 12 minutes keeping the arms up and moving. They did droop from fatigue and my pace had to slow to be able to sustain things. Watching DWIT/SaSi is always a great distraction for brutal endurance work. My arms = dead. :,D

Last, I started getting in reps for my ornament on the DARETREE, this year. After some debate, I chose to work toward an emerald one. That involved 1k jumping jacks. In less than an hour, I did half of it in 5 sets of 100. Was pretty blissed afterwards - despite my calves complaining a bit about the load.

Made dinner and spent rest of night on the usual.

I went to bed obscenely late, Didn’t anticipate a mistake I made would mean  i was not going to have much sleep to work with tomorrow.

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Dec. 8

I woke up a bit after 11AM, to the sound of a car honking outside.

I quickly realized I miss-scheduled a trip reservation this week - it was supposed to be for Wednesday (though I would have to cancel that because I had a jury summons on my lap.) Anyways - decided to just go with the driver’s intended route. Spent some time to go grab some convenience store snacks and waited to get returned home.

Pretty much once I got back home, I did my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 2′ raised leg hold with EC (supine). Deep breathing was helpful. But neck strain happened predictably enough - not so fun.

Second, Day 8 of the ‘20ACC. 3x8 lunges, one super-set. Manageable.

Third, Day 10 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. It was pretty funny rewatching FWSA as background noise - chuckled a bit while I was doing my punches/kicks/strikes. Definitely made that much more fun (and combat work is already fun.)

Fourth, Day 8 of the FCP. Cardio Day. Level 3, no rest. Nice low impact work. Energy levels were also happy with the relative chillness of this workout.

Last, I finished getting in reps for my ornament on the DARETREE, this year. I wound up approaching it the same way/pace as yesterday. Definitely a lot harder, given how exhausted I was getting. (I was watching POF again during this part of things.)

Chatted a bit before doing some dishes, taking a shower, and organizing stuff (bills/etc..I basically had to drag myself to get through all that - I was so exhausted. (Learning that my brother had a person in his circle test positive for COVID was also peachy. Brother scheduled for a test for himself later this week.)

I managed to get to bed in the green zone, tonight. I just hit my wall at that point.

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Dec. 9

I woke up after 9AM.

I was pretty agitated on Twitter and in my chatting this morning over the Jury summons. Once at the courthouse though, I learned that I was no longer needed to be present. That was a relief.

First, today’s DD. 40 bridge taps with EC. This was pretty manageable, just happy the jury summons issue appears to be resolved. Mostly.

Second, Day 9 of the ‘20ACC. 3x9 calf raises, one super-set. Fairly breezy work. Calves were pretty okay after all those jumping jacks. Achilles and knee needed a bit of TLC, but doable.

Third, Day 11 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. No plank jump-ins/outs. My sore delts made things a bit more challenging to get through. Still doable, might’ve gotten away with shortening the rest periods a bit more, but I just decided to commit to that.

Last, Day 9 of the FCP. 3′ wall-sit, managed it in one go. I decided to rewatch Embarrassing Phases to distract myself from my thighs screaming at me.

After chatting and whatnot, I made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Tex-Mex beef & poblano enchiladas. I thought it was just okay. Lack of saucy consistency/binding in the filling gave things a dryness (especially on reheat in the cases of dad and brother’s portions - they ate later than me.)

After some more of the usual - I felt inspired again to get more writing done (iZ!Prinxiety stuff, friggin’ dorks.)

Back to getting to bed in the red zone...

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Dec. 10

I woke up after 10AM.

After a bit of the usual, did today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 40 lunge step-ups with EC (20/20). Manageable work.

Second, Day 10 of the ‘20ACC. 3x10 wide legged squats, one super-set. Did contemplate on breaking it up, but eh, this was very

Third, Day 12 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. Back and core work - bridges were more fun than the planks, but doable. Did think i could’ve extended my counts a bit more. But nevertheless, reasonably challenging!

Last, Day 10 of the FCP. Agility Day. Level 3, no rest. I do so enjoy bouncing/hopping stuff  and it was fun shifting into each exercise with continued momentum. I only stopped in between sets long enough to markdown completed sets.

Spent rest of night chatting, browsing, and making soup for dinner. I did also get some writing done too.

I got to bed around the same time as yesterday.

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Dec. 11

I woke up after 11AM.

After a bit of browsing, listening to music, dog grooming, and getting dishes taken care of - I did today’‘s exercises.

First, today’s DD. 1′ chest squeeze with EC. Arms definitely got to trembling throughout this hold. Did try to mind how much recruitment was happening so I wouldn’t pull something. Mission successful.

Second, Day 11 of the ‘20ACC. 3x11 up/down dogs, 30″ rest. Finally met a day of this challenge that I couldn’t get through in one superset - this pacing//load was tough enough as it is. Got pretty bushed.

Last, Day 11 of the FCP. Tendon Strengthening Day. No sets. Just about manageable, took a bit of digging though.

I spent rest of night updating my logs, chatting, configuring computer stuff, browsing stuff.... and binge-watching Season 2 of The Umbrella Academy. (I enjoyed it!)

Went to bed obscenely late because of that.

[cyclone-rachel]

Day 6: “What is This Feeling?”

also on AO3 here

@elmayarafest

(set during season 3, between 3x11 and 3x14)

~

For what it’s worth, Querl was glad that Kara wasn’t present to see his and Winn’s rivalry during the Fort Rozz mission.

She might have overheard some things, but it’s far less embarrassing, frankly, for both him and Winn if she wasn’t aware of most of their behavior.

(never mind that they were going through a lot of stress, that Supergirl and the rest of her team, in addition to all of Fort Rozz, would have fallen into a blue star if they failed.)

Unfortunately for both of them, however, Querl didn’t think that there were great odds of Mon-El informing Kara about what had happened on their side during that day, as it wasn’t relevant to Kara’s team and what had gone on with them- and she was still mourning the loss of one of the people she’d brought with her. But he still saw fit to tell her about their communication issues, and when Kara saw them for herself over the next few weeks, she apparently saw only one proper solution.

~

Mon-El and Imra are behind him, watching his face with looks that he would see as condescending if they didn’t seem so genuinely happy to see his reaction to the place he just entered.

“Well? What do you think?” Mon-El asks. “I spent a lot of time here, uh… last year, really. When I was in this century. Actually worked here, and made drinks.”

“He took me here before you woke up.” Imra adds. “We ate food with our hands and drank something called beer- it was a lot of fun, you should try it.”

“I…” Querl stands still, looking around at the bar. “They’re-“

“Aliens?” Mon-El guesses. “Yeah. Don’t worry- Kara says that this is a place where all species are welcome. They’re used to anyone, and everyone.”

Even you, Querl translates, as he receives the message his friend may be too scared to say. They won’t be scared of you because you’re a Brainiac.

“Very well.” Querl answers. “We were going to meet Kara?”

“Right on time.” Kara says, as she arrives in the bar, with Winn beside her.

But as soon as Winn sees Querl, he freezes up.

“What is he doing here?” he asks. “I thought our bars weren’t sophisticated enough for him, or something.”

“I wasn’t aware you were going to be here either.” Querl answers. “But if you could perhaps not make such assumptions-“

“Hey, hey!” Kara says, standing between the two of them. “We’re all here for a good time. And… I brought you two here, specifically, for a reason.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

Kara gives them both a mischievous smile.

“Karaoke night.” She says. “And seeing as how you two have had some difficulties getting along, I thought “hey, why not have them express those feelings in song”, and maybe… maybe it could help. Or at least I hope it will. So I picked out a song for you.”

Before either of them can protest, lyric sheets are in their hands, and they both begin reading them.

“…This does not seem quite accurate to our situation.” Querl points out.

“It doesn’t have to be. What matters is that the emotions are there- and you don’t even have to be good singers, either. Just express how you feel. And… if you hate it, you can always get drunk, and tomorrow you’ll forget it ever happened.”

I cannot get drunk, Querl thinks. But I hope I can forget about it regardless.

Winn, meanwhile, is silent, and Querl has the feeling he’s gone through many karaoke nights- just another advantage he has, in this century. Perhaps, even, Kara has convinced him to sing in such a situation.

“So… when do you want to go?” Kara asks.

Winn sighs.

“We may as well get this over with as soon as possible.”

“Great!” Kara says, and goes for the sign-up sheet.

~

And in no time at all, it’s their turn, and Winn and Querl find themselves up on the stage.

Winn’s the one who starts it, and as Querl joins in, he watches Winn’s face- especially when he wrinkles his nose as Querl reads the line “my dear father” in as neutral a tone as possible.

But they get through the introduction of the song, where it was most inaccurate (although as Kara said, the emotion of being stuck with someone you dislike certainly rings true for him), and by the time the true song begins, both Querl and Winn are considerably more invested in the lines they have to sing.

Especially seeing as how they are, essentially, what they’ve wanted to say to one another since the Fort Rozz mission.

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame

Does it have a name?

Yes…

Loathing!

Unadulterated loathing!

(such feelings, Querl hopes, are not quite as hyperbolic in their situation, but for this moment, in the song, they work, and Querl channels his frustration from the Fort Rozz mission into singing his lines, hoping that they are properly conveyed)

Kara, Mon-El, and Imra contribute in singing with them, perhaps to make Querl and Winn feel better or perhaps just because they want to- or they have had too much to drink, or Kara insisted.

In any case, by the end of the song, Winn and Querl are singing in unison, and when he switches the shade of his personality inhibitors to red, just to scare Winn as he’s directed to, Winn’s surprise is genuine.

(He changes them back immediately afterward, as said change was merely cosmetic, but he catches Winn eyeing them suspiciously for the rest of the night.)

And when they’re finished, sitting down with the others and finishing something that Winn refers to as hot wings, Kara asks if they had fun.

“Perhaps.” Querl answers, after a pause, looking at Winn for a second with what he hopes is a friendly expression.

But I don’t know if this will change anything, in the end.

That depends on him.

Winn, meanwhile, is eating, and just shrugs as he does so.

“Not feeling the urge to get completely drunk, at least.”

It placates Kara- so the tension lifts, and the night continues on.

[kiss-my-freckle]

3x11 Rewatch: ...And the Beast From the Sea

Jack never learns from his mistakes. This episode was perfect example. "I'll let my readers decide." There's no deciding when Hannibal's face is plastered in book and newspaper. Francis was the only one deciding. Hannibal warned him that it takes two to catch one because he already knew the killer would contact him instead of Will. "Bella used to say your face was all scars, if you knew how to look. There's always room for a few more. How much room does Will have, Jack?" When Jack found out the killer contacted Hannibal instead, they wanted to use him as bait to lure Francis. Hannibal isn’t gonna act as bait, he’s fighting for Will. 

Open with Will telling them the killer ate the painting. Since Jack chose to use him as bait, Hannibal gave him the opportunity to catch Francis. Might as well see if there’s room on his face for more scars. “He'd have been better off killing her and you." Will tells Jack he’s probably a former patient. Cut to Francis in a session with Hannibal. He tells him about The Dragon, how their wills were one until he met Reba. Now trying to fight him to protect her, but doesn’t think he’s strong enough. That’s when Hannibal tells him he can protect her, just offer him someone else. He chooses Will. Either Hannibal gives up Francis to protect Will, or he works his “shy boy” to do whatever he wants. 

Francis carves into one of the trees near Will’s house and stops to look out at the moon. Back at his house, he transforms into The Dragon. Missing the point because Will is staying at a motel. Then it’s Francis and Reba. No sound on his flim, so he’s able to watch while she’s there. Then it’s Will’s dogs. Lady vet tells Molly about pet food from China. The mark in the tree, a Chinese symbol. What Will referred to as a lucky sign. Cut to him and Hannibal. “I'm not fortune's fool, I'm yours.” Again, luck. He asks how Francis contacted him. If Will has no idea who the killer is, and Hannibal won’t tell him, he’s only responsible for the death of a family if it’s his own. “When you close your eyes, Will, is it your family you see?" Hannibal’s face wasn’t the only one on the front page of TattleCrime. He’s handing him another shot at Francis, Will just doesn’t know it yet.   

Cut to Francis at Will’s house. The only family to wake and escape. He’s able to shoot the driver of the car, but misses Molly completely. Not a shot to the head, but a perfect shot to the shoulder through the seat. "This crazy guy wants to kill you?" I thought that was the point. “Well, we don't know what he wants." Will is pissed when he finds out Walter learned about him through a TattleCrime article, and now he’s baited to the degree that he and his family can’t go home until they catch Francis. A great scene for him, he’s beating the hell out of himself as he fights against The Dragon. He breaks it off with Reba to protect her, then calls Hannibal. "They’re listening.” Able to trace the call, but not catch him. Jack is pissed. Alana follows through on her promise, taking everything he has. 

Will visits Molly, then Hannibal. Can’t blame a person who’s truly insane, placed in a mental hospital... where treatment is expected. Best to blame those who lied about him being insane just so they could keep him caged for their amusement. He’s not insane. They put a tiger in a cage and decided to play with it. “Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd." They know him well enough to know. They took his freedom, not his power. “She survived the Great Red Dragon. Takes a pinch more than luck.” I’m laughing at Will. “Is this a competition?” Right now, Francis is living in twoness, himself and The Dragon. “He didn't murder those families? He changed them?” What Hannibal has been saying all along. The very point of changing oneself. “The Great Red Dragon is freedom to him, shedding his skin, the sound of his voice, his own reflection. The building of a new body and the othering of himself, the splitting of his personality, all seem active and deliberate." Francis is shedding his humanity to become The Red Dragon. Will is still cut between. Not ready to become the lion, not capable of surviving as the lamb. 

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FAVORITE MOMENT OF 3x11 SURVEY RESULT →

-Please, Quentin. I know that the man that I love is still inside you somewhere.

-Yeah, I ate him.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 3x11: “Mystery Spot”

♪ IT WAS THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT ♪

LET’S GET STARTED BOYS

“Heat of the Moment” by Asia. #1.

What a doofus.

“Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke.”

The hot sauce falling.

The dog barking.

Bumping into the woman.

“What do you want a Pulitzer?!”

Oh no.

RIP Dean Winchester. Shot by the Mystery Spot owner.

Wash, rinse, and repeat.

“Heat of the Moment” #2.

(Can you imagine watching this live? Must’ve been insane.)

“Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke.”

No breakfast for Sam this time.

The hot sauce falls. Sam catches it.

The dog barking.

Sam is losing it.

Bumping into the woman.

“Dingo ate my baby crazy.”

“What do you want, a Pulitzer?!”

RIP Dean Winchester. Hit by a car.

“Heat of the Moment” #3.

“Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke.”

Sam orders Dean’s breakfast.

“Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that.�� fff, ahahahaaa. Lowkey same.

“Dingo ate my baby crazy.”

Hot sauce falls. Sam catches it.

Sam is so distressed, and it’s only been three Tuesdays. He goes through this at least a hundred times.

Dog barking. Bumping into the woman. “What do you want, a Pulitzer?!”

They can’t go after dark and they have to be careful going during the day.

Sam saves Dean.

“Did it look cool, like in the movies?”

“You peed yourself.”

“Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!” Dean pls.

Mr. Karpiak, owner of the Mystery Spot.

Sam is on freaking edge.

Keeping you alive is easier said than done, Dean.

“Who wants Chinese?” Dean’s last words.

RIP Dean Winchester. Crushed by falling desk.

“Heat of the Moment” #4

Dean orders sausage instead of bacon.

RIP Dean Winchester. Choked on a sausage.

“Heat of the Moment” #5

RIP Dean Winchester. Fell in the shower.

“Heat of the Moment” #6

RIP Dean Winchester. Poisoned by tacos.

“Heat of the Moment” #7

RIP Dean Winchester. Electrocuted.

“Heat of the Moment” #8

Sam goes completely bonkers.

“Everybody’s fine.” lmao Dean.

RIP Dean Winchester. Accidentally ax’ed by Sam.

“Heat of the Moment” #9

I love noticing the moment Sam pickpockets the old man for his keys.

“Hey, Tuesday. Pig in a poke.”

“Hey, Doris? What I’d like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You’re a terrible shot.” lmao Sam. I would’ve like to have seen that death.

Today is Sam’s 100th Tuesday in a row.

Hot sauce falling. Sam catches it.

The bro synch up. One of my favorite moments of the episode.

Sam spills the tea about the diner’s customers.

Dog barking. 

“Where’s my dang keys?”

Bumping into the woman...except Dean actually bothers to go talk to her.

She’s the daughter of the guy who went missing. AKA the whole reason for them even being there.

RIP Dean Winchester. Mauled by a dog.

“Heat of the Moment” #10

Breakfast at the diner. Sam does research there as well.

“Dexter Hasselback” Truth Warrior” lol

Just desserts...

The tiny giveaway. Strawberry syrup.

“Heat of the Moment” #11

I love Sam’s curt “Eat your breakfast.”

MOTE: trickster

He’s baaacckkk!

“This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you, Sam.”

“Back in Time” by Huey Lewis and the News

Sam wants to gtfo.

Aaanndd shit goes south, because we can’t have a completely light hearted, fun time on this show.

RIP Dean Winchester. Shot by a mugger.

Six months later. Sam turns into a stone cold hunter. Kinda like his soulless self, I guess.

Sam moves like a robot here.

Ayy Bobby. *wink wink*

Sam pls.

“Because I thought you’d back down from killing a man!”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

Yep, soulless!Sam vibes happening here.

Gabe does a convincing Bobby. I’m not exactly sure what tipped Sam off to him not really being Bobby...

TFW you’re not sure if you actually killed the monster you’ve been hunting or if you really just killed the closest thing you have to a father for no good reason.

Hello Trickster.

The Trickster’s ultimate lesson here: 

“This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean‘s your weakness, and the bad guys know it too. It’s gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.”

Sam can only fight back with Puppy Dog Eyes. It’s super effective!

“Back in Time” #2.

Go give your brother a hug.

Sam covering all the bases: no breakfast and Dean can’t go off on his own.

It’s okay now, Sammy.