You should be watching Pit Babe! - A Brief Review
Saddens me to think how many people are missing out on a great show because they think it’s not worth more than a trash watch, if that.
I mean, realistically, is it the most amazing cinematic work of all time? No, not unless pretty-boy power bottoms with daddy issues are your thing, which in my case they are, so let's talk about Pit Babe!
Note: I've tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum, they're mainly in the tags and links so follow them at your own risk, you've been warned.
Honestly, Pit Babe is a pretty damn good show, especially if you A) pretend the Omegaverse factor doesn’t exist and take the show for what it is and B) you don't mind not knowing what's going on half the time, just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.
Overall, Pit Babe has got a good production value, a slightly absurd yet entertaining plot, a great choice of cast with amazing chemistry and pretty decent acting skills amongst the mix of seasoned actors and newbies.
For a totally biased fair and balanced review: There are some details that are left vague instead of being explained in depth or at all (yet), but that’s to be expected when you adapt a novel into a movie or series. It would get boring for the audience if the pace was interrupted to explain all those little details that we’re likely to find out along the way anyways (shout out to those who've watched the latest episode; finally!).
There are also some scenes that feel like they’re not as necessary and some background/plot devices that made a little more sense in the novel but I personally don’t feel like they detract too much from my viewing experience.
Babe (played by Pavel) and Charlie (played by Pooh) as the main leads do a really good job at shouldering a large percentage of screen time. Charlie comes across as happy-go-lucky, a bit clumsy/goofy, entirely fearless and a little naive, which is mostly true, but there's clearly more to him than that. Right from the start Babe is clearly someone guarded, detirmined and skilled at what he does (racing cars and having sex) and he has a very tight cirlce of people he trusts. There's a winning combo right there, quite tsundere/sunshine from the outside but definitely more breath the surface that gets exploded as they go.
Way (played by Nut) is Babe's best friend and racing companion, they've been racing together at Team X-Hunter for years but there's clearly more than friendship on the mind for Way, though the feelings appear to be one sided.
Alan (played by Sailub) is the owner of Team X-Hunter and an all-round cool Uncle (which the whole team call's him (despite barely being in his mid 30's). He's kind but firm, he cares for his team like they’re his family and it does seem as though they’re his only family.
And the rest of the cast consists primarily of:
Team X-Hunter:
Dean (played by Lee); a junior racer with slight douche vibes
North and Sonic (played by Michael and TopTen); everyone’s babies, they’re junior racers and content creators
Jeff (played by Pon); the newest member of the team, he’s a part time mechanic and full time conspicuous
Pete (played by Ping); the money guy Alan brings on board to sponsor the team
Team Red Racing (the rival team):
Winner (played by Pop); the guy who never seems to win against Babe
Kim (played by Benz); the new racer they hired to beat Babe
Tony (played by S Vorarit); Red Racing's newest benefactor and *shock horror* Babe's former foster father (try saying that ten times fast)
Kenta (played by Garfield); Tony's right hand man
Then, there’s the 🌶🔥🤯
I, personally, enjoy a little spice/heat in my shows. It’s not necessary for every show, of course, but I do think that when it serves a purpose to the story and it’s done well then it can be quite enjoyable and this cast/production team is doing it really well.
As I said, the chemistry between the cast really is amazing (both on and off the screen, if you're interested in that kind of thing) and although the spicy scenes aren’t nearly as abundant as they are in the novel, there are some really good ones. I decided to bite the bullet and binge read the novel over the past couple of weeks, I blame @pharawee’s breakdown posts for those sleepless nights, and it was worth it for me but not necessary for watching the series.
Lastly (as if this post isn't long winded enough as it is) there are a handful of things in this series that we don't see too often in BL's and make it worth watching even more:
It's got race cars, murder attempts, mafia influence and supernatural powers (at least half the characters have one).
There's no evil ex-lover out to get revenge or get back together with one of the mains (thank the BL gods).
It's got a Soft Top/Dominant Bottom dynamic where the title character is both super masc and a pretty princess.
And we can't forget, it is technically an Omegaverse series (or rather, it's Omegaverse-lite) which none of us saw coming!
Anywho, to conclude; yes, you should be watching Pit Babe. No, you don't have to read the novel to understand what's going on because none of us understand what the hell is going on at any given time. Charlie and Babe are fucking around and finding out, the rest of us are just long for the ride, Alan and Jeff are having a whole ass rom-com-drama in the corner, the babies are making their content and having a blast and the others aren't quite on the map yet (or are they? *wink, wink*), but I sure hope they will be soon!
If you made it this far, thank you and are you okay? Do you need to have your brain checked?
57 notes
·
View notes
🌲Man in the Wilderness 🌲 (ch. 1)
cw: mentions of drugs, sex, and two fucked up people unable to communicate their feelings. 18+
Warning: my formatting is so weird. This is how my brain works. o7
Pairings: SPN OC Babe x Dean (slow burn asf), all other pairings platonic .
✦
Babe watched her parents get turned into werewolves when she was 10, and she was never the same after. Hunting became her life, dropping out of school and running from foster homes to learn absolutely everything she could about monster hunting in order to track down her parents. At 16, she finally finds them and puts them out of their misery, mourning for weeks before deciding to pick right back up where she left off, vowing to only stop when she’s dead.
It’s only years later when she meets Bobby Singer. He takes her under his wing immediately, giving her an upstairs bedroom to crash in and introducing her to the Winchesters, hoping it will break the hermit out of her shell just a bit… until Babe takes it a tad too literally.
Chapter One: Shot Down In Flames
✦ ˚ ˚ .˚ ✦ . ✦ ˚ * ✦ . . ✦ ˚ ˚ .˚ ✦ . . ˚ . ˚ ✦ . . ˚ .
The first time Dean sees her, she’s tucking out of Bobby’s back door into the rainy night; her curly hair seemingly leaving after she does.
“Hey— Woah. Bobby- who’s..?”
“Ah- don’t even get any ideas, kid. She’s… not friendly.”
Dean furrows his brow at Bobby before moving towards the back window, watching as the mysterious figure hops in their truck and pulls off into the storm.
The next time Dean sees her, it’s almost a year later. She hops begrudgingly out of Bobby’s truck bed, her cheeks wind-whipped from traveling in the cold October air. The hunter’s pupils widen at the sight of that pretty, curly hair. He remembers that hair.
She flicks a cigarette butt into the dirt before Bobby starts talking.
“Boys—this is Babe. She don’t talk much, so don’t push it. That means you, Dean.”
Dean makes a face. Of course he’s not gonna push it. …Hopefully.
“… she’s helping us on the hunt. any questions?”
The younger Winchester brother shakes his head “no” while Dean begins to open his mouth.
“That’s a rhetorical question, idjit. Now come on, or she’s gonna kill you before we get to the goddamned hunt.”
Babe looks over at Bobby appreciatively.
The group is about 30 minutes into the hunt, spread throughout the large, decaying house when Babe stumbles upon Dean. He’s crouched over, sticking his finger in black goop.
“… are you touching the ectoplasm?”
Dean yelps out in surprise and jumps up to face her. “Uh-“
Dean is blabbering words of nonsense, trying his best to explain that he just wanted to confirm the substance via viscosity.
“Actually, I don’t think I wanna know.” Babe interjects before scanning over the rest of the room, noticing a few more ectoplasmic splats on the dilapidated wooden floor.
“Hm. I’m gonna grab Bobby and your brother. Too much ecto in here for it not to be a hotspot. You… good here?”
Dean just nods, pretending she didn’t just scare the shit out of him.
“Just— please… try not to touch anymore ectoplasm. You, uh, can get ghost sickness; It really sucks.” Babe tells him, turning to fetch the other two hunters.
“Oh. I’ve… had it before.” He states, causing her to pause before she steps over the threshold into the hallway.
“Hm. Me, too.” She responds quickly, continuing in her stride to the others. He is left wanting to know more.
“That fucking sucked.”
Dean groans as they all stumble from the house, battered and bruised from being tossed into walls and through windows.
“Hear, hear.” Sam responds, limping towards the Impala.
“Anyone missing any fingers? That… Mildred bitch was a biter!” Bobby adds, moving to lean against Babe’s truck.
Babe just shakes her head, leaning against the F250 as well. “Lots of fun.”
“That was fun for you?” Dean groans, feeling his broken rib every time he breathes.
“Y’know, there’s a reason I didn’t introduce you all sooner. “ Bobby chuckles, tired.
“This one here is something else.”
Sam and Dean take a moment to look her over. She’s definitely the least injured out of all of them, only sporting a few cuts and bruises.
“You were kicking major ass.” Sam hums, smiling before wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder.
Babe smiles politely, but doesn’t respond.
“…So, you gonna be coming along on more hunts?” Dean asks as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.
“… Dunno.” She hums, shrugging.
“Babe’s a bit of a lone wolf— doesn’t play well with other hunters.” Bobby begins, turning to look at her. “But, we’re workin’ on that, right?”
Babe shoots Bobby a look.
Sam and Dean find this endlessly amusing, until Babe redirects her glare to them, causing them to snap back into character quickly.
“Anyways, little miss sunshine here is happy to help out every once in a while. So she’s going to give you two her phone number so you can reach her. Ain’t that right, Babe?” Bobby asks, fatherly energy exuding.
“…Yeah.” She grumbles, handing Sam her cell phone.
A few more months pass, and Babe gets a call as she’s out on the road.
“….Hello?”
“Hey— It’s Dean Winchester. Now a good time?”
“Um—yeah. What’s up?”
“Well, you wouldn’t happen to be near Cold Oak, South Dakota, by any chance?”
She glances up at her gps.
“…I’m like, a day away— why?”
He clears his throat over the receiver. “Uh, well— I caught wind of a job. It’s kinda a two-person gig. You in?”
She furrows her eyebrows in confusion even though he can’t see her.
“Um, what about your brother?”
“Heh. Sammy got a little pissed at me the other day. He’s uh— on his own hunt. So— meet me in Cold Oak?”
Babe sighs silently, doing her best to hide her displeasure. It’s not that she doesn’t like Dean, it’s just that she doesn’t like… people in general.
“…Alright. Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
26 or so hours later, Babe’s in a motel parking lot smoking a cigarette against the grill of her truck.
Her phone buzzes— a text from Dean. “Sunrise Motel, right?”
She responds with a “Yep.”
15 minutes go by before she hears the Impala’s engine rumbling around the corner. She may be uninterested in hunting with other people, but at least Dean has a badass ride.
The older Winchester throws the car in park and steps out.
“Well, hey. I like the boots.” He hums, looking her over.
“…Thanks.” She responds, dry.
“… So— what’s up with this hunt?”
“Mm. A few soccer moms have been found dead. Everything splattered all over… everything. None of ‘em have anything in common, as far as I can tell.” He explains, making a mental note of her attitude— all business.
“Fun. Let’s go have a chat with anyone who knew the victims— maybe we’re dealing with a witch with a hit list or something.”
Dean loosens his tie as he sits in the Impala, obviously a little frustrated.
“… Totally thought it was a witch thing.”
Babe nods, chewing on the inside of her lip as she thinks. “Yeah. Same. But no hex bags anywhere— unless they’re in the freakin’ walls or something.”
“The coroner’s office was nuts— all three vics were in buckets. Almost smoothie-fied.”
Babe grimaces, looking over at him. “Goddamn. What even does that?”
“Hm. Woodchipper? ….Beats me.” He sighs.
“… Well, you know what that means.” She says.
“—You know, I have no idea how you fit all that hair in a bun.” He hums, nursing his 4th… 5th? beer. The bar they’re in is almost empty— classic rock playing at half volume overhead.
“…Lots of gel. So much.” She shakes her head, almost exasperated from even thinking about the process.
“Mm. It’s nice— but I like how you usually wear it.” He nods, taking another swig.
“—Thank you.” Her face twitches slightly when she receives compliments. Dean notices this.
“Uh… Bobby say anything yet?” She asks, changing the subject.
He pulls out his phone, checking his notifications. “… Yeah, actually. He asked if you had any more… cayenne pepper and bone ash?”
She sits and thinks for a moment, sipping her beer. “I should have some leftover...”
“… What’s cayenne pepper and bone ash for?” Dean asks, lost.
“—Bobby thinks it’s a cursed object. We gotta burn… whatever it is with cayenne pepper and bone ash in a graveyard.” She explains.
“Mm. You know, you’re like my brother. I bet you two would bond over lore or whatever you… nerds do.” He says, mock annoyed.
Babe shakes her head, amused. “…So, what do you think this cursed object is? I didn’t see any matching t-shirts or anything.”
Dean sighs. “No friggin’ clue. I mean, what— they all have the same cursed mini-van or something?”
She sits back in her chair, ruminating on his words for a minute before something dawns on her. “Hey, wait a fucking second—!“
“…So it was literally a cursed mini-van.” He says, eyebrows raised.
“Well, mid-sized S.U.V.— but, yeah. Mom car. Used to belong to some dude who dated a witch. They broke up, she got mad— cursed car.” She sighs, looking the vehicle over.
“Mm. And guy sold it without getting rid of the curse.”
“Yup. He still ended up dying from the curse though— way before the ladies, so we didn’t connect the dots.”
“Mm. Well, damn. Maybe I should hunt with you more often. Smart and pretty is a hell of a combo.”
She rolls her eyes, ignoring his flirting. “Anyways— I’m thinking we ward the shit out of this thing and then have Bobby come and tow it to the salvage. He can strip it to parts or whatever, and we can go check on ex-girlfriend.”
Dean nods. “Works for me. Hey— I saw a restaurant that looked pretty good on the way into town. Feel like stopping after we get our gank on?”
Babe looks at him; deadpan. “…get our gank on?”
“…Yeah.” He grins.
She looks at him for a while longer, fighting an internal battle.
“… Fine. As long as you buy the first round.”
“So—I’ve never asked— how’d you get into the life?” He hums, leaning back in the worn booth.
Her jaw flexes; she takes an almost imperceptible inhale before speaking. “Heh. Long, sad story, really.”
He nods in understanding. “Yeah. Same. Uh— Sammy and I were raised on the road by our dad after our mom died. Dad wanted to hunt the thing that killed her, so he trained us to hunt, too.” He explains, taking a sip of his beer.
“…I’m sorry about your mom.” She replies, relating.
“Thank you.” He nods. “…I’m guessing you started early? The way you fight— you have to have years of experience.”
She doesn’t know if it’s the beers or the compliment that warms the bottom of her stomach.
“…Yup. My— uh, parents got turned into werewolves in front of me. I figured stuff out quick after that.”
Dean’s face is quickly painted with concern. “Jesus. I’m sorry. You were… young?”
“Yeah. Night of my 10th birthday. Then my 16th— I tracked them down and… yeah.”
Dean’s heard hunting stories before, but never something like this.
“You— hunted them?”
“…My first kills.” She nods.
“Fuck, Babe. That’s way too much for a kid to go through on their own. I’m sorry.”
She shrugs, shaking her head. Even though she has on a brave face, Dean sees that the subject affects her. “Everyone gets into hunting somehow, right? Sometimes it sucks more than usual.”
He huffs a laugh in disbelief. “You are like, a certified badass. You know that?”
She just shakes her head before finishing off her beer. “…another round?”
An hour later, the two hunters are outside, leaning on their respective vehicles and chatting. Babe lights a cigarette.
“So— I feel like we worked well together today.” Dean says, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.
“Mhm.” Is what Babe responds with, more interested in her cigarette than the conversation.
Dean blinks. “I guess what I’m asking is would you wanna work together again?”
She shrugs, taking a final long drag from her cig before snuffing it out under her boot.
“I mean, you have my number.”
She turns and hops in her truck, her curly hair entering after she does.
As the sound of her engine disappears down the street, Dean catches himself missing her. At least he has her number.
7 notes
·
View notes