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I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because
this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.
he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.
then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.
this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.
Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!
And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.
He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...
This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.
Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.
He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.
He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.
Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)
he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.
they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."
Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.
Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce
Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.
No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.
Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags
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fandom-lover-extra · 8 months
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DC X DP: Taking The Cake - Dead Tired
This had to take the cake.
Tim had noticed a couple of odd things about his boyfriend.
One: His boyfriend had an unusual cold temperature-- Tim had originally assumed it might just be because he had poor circulation in his blood stream. But as winter creeped in and his boyfriend still didn't get cold? Not only didn't get cold, but thrived in the temperature? Tim considered just maybe his boyfriend was a meta.
Danny had never mentioned being a meta. But Tim hadn't mentioned being Red Robin either. Not to mention, this was Gotham, so Tim understood why Danny may be a tad apprehensive as to mentioning his colder temperatures.
And if Tim kept the thermostat at a lower temperature from then on any time Danny came to visit? Well, that was his business and nobody else's.
Two: His boyfriend was abnormally quiet. Danny had managed to sneak up on Tim and a few of his family members before. He had managed to sneak up on Cass. And while, on some level Tim could understand his family's apprehension, he felt telling them to promptly 'f*ck off' had also been justified. Tim knew Danny, and Danny genuinely hadn't meant to sneak up on them. 
He had seemed just as startled as them when they shot up in surprise. (And maybe he did ask Cass if Danny was genuinely surprised. His boyfriend was a little sh*t and would totally pull something like this to laugh at. It was his business and Cass's and as far as the two of them were concerned, Danny was perfectly fine.)
Three: Danny was oddly protective. He freaked out anytime there was a Rogue attack and he hadn't heard back from Tim. And while Tim was touched, he hadn't exactly appreciated the mini heart attack he received when he saw Danny out in the field looking for him in a panic.
(That was one of their first big fights. Tim didn't want Danny out in the line of fire, he could take care of himself. Even if Danny didn't know that. But Danny had been just as insistent that he needed to hear back from Tim to know that he was safe.)
They'd reach a compromise. Tim made sure to always respond to Danny's text messages asking if he was safe during a major rogue attack. (Never any phone calls. Danny would know he was lying then.) And he would put up with Danny coddling him the next time he saw him. While it was a bit frustrating, Tim was still touched by the worry.
Four: Danny had enhanced senses. At first, Tim didn't really notice. But eventually, he saw how Danny would flinch at particularly loud noises. Would avoid crowds like the plague. Would sometimes have to wear sunglasses because it was "too bright". Tim never said anything. Never called attention to any of these occurrences, just attempted to help his boyfriend through it.
Tim knew it was a possibility that Danny was just sensitive to those types of things. But considering Tim was sure that Danny was some type of meta, he was leaning more towards that theory.
Five: His boyfriend was unusually strong for someone that looks as much like a twig like him.
Once when Tim had been injured particularly badly during patrol, he had practically been put on bedrest. Not because he hadn't attempted to go out the next night, but because Danny had found out he was injured and came to take care of him while he was injured.
When Tim had attempted to sneak out that night, luckily he had yet to change into his Red Robin suit, Danny had basically manhandled him back into bed. With absolutely no effort, even with Tim struggling against him. Not that Tim had struggled much, with how frazzled his brain had been when he realized that Danny was stronger than he realized.
And if Tim invited Danny to the gym next time he worked out? Well, that didn't have any ulterior motives, no matter what Steph insisted upon.
And now for number six. This took the absolute cake. The last thing Tim had expected. And at this point? Tim wasn't so sure that Danny was actually even human. Which means he would have to completely scrap his theories on his boyfriend and start over from scratch.
Because right now, Tim and Danny were cuddled up on the couch in Danny's apartment. They were having a series marathon of the Star Trek series. It had started out perfectly fine. It had started out as normal.
A weighted blanket on top of the two, Danny cuddled up to Tim, with a bowl of popcorn in-between the two. Eventually, they shifted. The bowl of popcorn ending up on the floor with Danny on top of Tim on the couch.
Absentmindedly, Tim began running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, not really paying attention to the background noise of the TV. He was just so warm and felt safe with the added weight of Danny on top of him. The movements of his finger's being just as much as a soothing motion to Tim as it was to Danny.
And at first, Tim hadn't noticed it. Not when he was slowly drifting off to sleep. But as the sound got louder, Tim couldn't help but notice. Danny was purring. 
Tim blinked and he blinked again. Not once stopping in his ministrations as he blanked out. Danny continued purring away, leaning into Tim's touch, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. Tim couldn't help but be reminded of an overly affectionate cat. Especially when he rubbed the space around Danny's scalp and ears, Tim was convinced the was purring louder than the sound coming from the TV at this point.
So maybe he wasn't human after all. Maybe Tim should have given more weight to Damian's alien theory.
But right now, Tim was tired, and he was sure he would remember in the morning.
In the end, Tim allowed Danny's presence to send him off into a warm and comfortable sleep.
(And if Tim proceeded to take apart his theory board and contemplate just how to ask his boyfriend about the fact that he wasn't human? Well, that was his business and nobody else's)
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neonponders · 1 year
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Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~
Part 1 here ~
(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)
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Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket. 
It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.
“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.
“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”
“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”
He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...
Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.
“What the hell, Steve?”
He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”
“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.
Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”
“YEAH!”
“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”
“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.
Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”
“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”
Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”
“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”
“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”
He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”
He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.
But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”
“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”
“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.
The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.
From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”
“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”
“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.
Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”
The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.
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sharpth1ng · 11 months
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ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A HORROR MOVIE: The Debaser The Movie The Soundtrack (Chapters 1-6)
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So for a while I've been I imagining bits of Debaser like I'm shooting it as a fucked up rom-com so uh... I guess I'm putting a soundtrack together with descriptions of the shots the songs go with. It's over the top and incredibly on the nose cause I think that's funny & it won't make a lot of sense unless you've read Debaser so probably best go read that first. It also definitely contains fic spoilers. This is only part one so stay tuned for more!
*All of these songs would have to be chopped and screwed to make the timing work btw they obv wouldn't really get played full out. Also with the length of this thing it's probably more like a series than a movie but whatever.
(And if you're wondering about aesthetic influences, I think what I've envisioned here would end up looking like some Danny Boyle stuff with the hyper dynamic camera work, cuts & shots timed with music, and some slightly fantastical visual elements. I want to say there would also be a John Waters energy but that might just be because it's gay and unhinged.)
PROLOGUE
1. Girls on Film- Duran Duran 
The song starts playing over a montage of Billy & Stu watching horror movies, camera is behind them with the TV screen framed in the center of the shot between their heads. Images on the tv screen cut rapidly with the beat of the song on a slow zoom forward, showing a sequence of kills from different movies. Song fades a little to play under them talking as the camera reverses to show their faces. It continues through the conversation & comes back to full volume as Billy picks the first of one of Stu’s polaroids to look at it closer. It continues to play through the hunting sequence, and does a simple fade out.
2. A well respected man- The Kinks
Begins over a shot of Billy in his room, light from the TV flashing over his face. Dolly shot pans through his closed bedroom door and down the hall, showing a series of family photos on the wall. Camera continues to pan into the living room where Nancy & Hank are yelling at each other, Nancy grabbing her bag and heading for the door. Camera cuts to Billy, already outside on his bike in the rain, cuts to his dad pouring himself a glass of whiskey, cut to Nancy, driving past the sign on the way out of Woodsboro, mascara running. Finally it cuts back to Billy ditching his bike on Stu’s lawn and climbing in his window. Song ends abruptly as he pushes Stu's window open.
Chapter 2
3. Teenage Dream- T Rex
Starts when Billy starts choking Stu. Shot gets a hazy vingette & (cue the Danny Boyle shit) becomes semi-psychedelic, colors flaring brighter & we get a ridiculous shot of Stu falling through some sort of galaxy behind his own closed eyes. When he opens them, the camera goes slow-mo on Billy, shooting him like a love interest in an 80’s movie- soft focus again, hair blowing in the wind (what wind??). The song cuts out when Stu blacks out, and the next shot frames the two of them from the side, effects & wind gone. Without the music the movie and rain can be heard in the background.
4. It's Not Unusual- Tom Jones
Starts immediately after Billy says “Nah, Stu you’re good. Have fun screwing her later.” The camera stays on Billy's back as walks out, holding on the door as it slams shut. The next shot shows Stu's face closer up, then pulls out to show the length of the bathroom as an old man comes in and gives Stu a weird look. The song continues to play as Stu leaves the bathroom, then goes to find Casey and hears that Billy left. The song replaces diegetic sound as the camera follows Stu and Casey out of the theatre, then cuts to Stu's house with them hooking up and Stu still looking confused. Cut to black as Stu unzips his pants & the song cuts out at the same time.
Chapter 3
5. Good Old-fashioned lover boy- Queen
The song starts to play as Billy gets on his bike after visiting Sid. We see multiple tracking shots of him biking around Woodsboro, cutting between locations. The camera reverses to show him from the front, match cuts switching through the same locations as he continues to bike, looking completely dead behind the eyes as the song continues to play. Finally we get him pulling up to his house and switch to a handheld shot, following him from behind as he drops his bike on his lawn and climbs in through his window. The camera stays outside the window as he walks to his bed and drops onto it and the music cuts out hard. Switch to a short overhead shot of Billy lying on his bed in the silence before the scene ends. 
In the next scene at school, when Stu starts doing his silent good boy act following him around, we get a single line of Freddy Mercury’s voice without the instrumental part of the song, singing the line “Say the word your wish is my command”.
6. Criminal- Fiona Apple
The song starts on a slow pan over Stu as he lies on the ground under Billy (after surprising him with the costume after school). The camera focuses on the bowie knife in his hand as he pushes the hem costume up, then cuts to a macro shot of the tip of the knife running over Stu’s stomach, goosebumps and hairs pricking up. The song builds, getting louder with Billy’s inner monologue & the shot moves in even closer for the first actual cut, following a drop of blood as it rolls across Stu's skin.
On the lyric "I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins", the shot cuts quickly to a a shot of Stu's hands moving to Billy's hips, neither of their faces visible. We hold on this shot for an awkward moment, then cut to an over head shot as Billy takes Stu's hands and puts them on the ground next to his head.
The song continues to progress under the rest of the scene as the background starts to fade into black, until they're essentially under a spot light on a black background as if they're on stage. When the bridge kicks in to be timed with Stu really starts to loose it, and the song cuts out immediately after the lyric "The devil wants to know" as Stu’s mom knocks on the door, snapping them back to Stu's room as the background.
Chapter 4
7. I Know What Boys Like- The Waitresses 
Stu’s inner monologue is narrated over a shot of the whole group at lunch. The shot switches to one from Billy’s pov, directed at Stu as he does a really exaggerated yawn, lifting his arms up so that his shirt pulls up and the bandages show. The shot switches as if it’s coming from Stu’s perspective now, directed at Billy as he glares over Sid’s shoulder. Reverse shot back to Stu, who smirks, and the song starts on the first vocal line with a cut to a screen split into 3 panels.
Each panel shows an instance of Stu showing off his bandages- in class, at the fountain, in gym, each of the panels switching through multiple instances of him doing this, and then to instances of Billy retaliating- throwing a basketball at him, shoving him, just straight up walking away. The song fades out at the start of the scene where they end up at the fountain alone together (when Billy says he’ll come to Stu’s birthday).
8. Call me- Blondie
Scene opens with a tracking shot on Billy’s back, following him up the walkway to the Macher house. The lights are on and people can be seen partying inside. The song is faintly audible from inside the house, getting louder as he nears. When he reaches the house Billy turns to the left and walks out of the shot, but the camera doesn’t follow him, it continues up the steps and through the front door as a teenager opens it to stumble outside for a smoke, the song finally playing at full volume when the door opens and the camera moves through it. The shot moves through groups of partying teens, eventually finding Stu in the living room watching Randy lecture.
The song continues to play in the background through the rest of the scene, a little quieter under the group chatter as Stu goes to answer the phone. The song has faded into a slightly tenser instrumental score by the time the phone call is over, but fades back in after Billy’s jump-scare, only to cut out entirely when Stu discovers Casey and Steve in the garage.
9. I touch myself- Divinyls
Billy says "last longer next time" and the first discordant notes of the song begin to play over a shot of him getting up and walking to the door after thier cutting session. When the door closes the shot cuts to Stu, unmoving and looking a bit shell-shocked as his hip continues to bleed. He blinks once, then the drum kicks in as the song starts for real and he begins to move, unzipping his jeans.
Cue a frantic and slightly delirious montage of Stu jerking off, intercut with visuals of Billy from the cutting scene, shot from Stu's perspective and Stu-ified with saturated colour and soft focus like it was in the choking scene. He lasts until the end of the first chorus, and the song cuts out hard on the last “oh no” as he makes an obvious cum face. The image cuts at the same time, switching to a shot of Stu’s hands as he wipes the blood and cum off on a T-shirt.
Chapter 5
10. Love buzz- Nirvana
The opening baseline starts playing over a panning shot of them watching something in Stu’s room, the shot facing them so the Tv isn’t visible. Cut to a shot of Billy’s fidgeting hands as the drum kicks in, then a closer shot of the lower portion of Stu’s face, focusing on his mouth as he bites a twizzler, then pull back to the first shot, showing both of them. The first guitar riff is timed to come in just after Billy says “You should run.” Tracking shot of Billy chasing Stu through the house.
The first vocal line plays as Billy starts choking Stu and the song plays all the way through. The shot itself at least appears to be a oner, moving around the two of them as they banter and play their choking game. The camera then follows Billy as he runs away to the bathroom, halting abruptly outside the door as Billy slams it. Cut to a shot of Billy’s face inside the bathroom, he’s obviously jerking off, match cut to a shot of Stu face doing the same, then back to Billy as he makes an obvious cum face in time with the end of the song.
11. Line up- Elastica
Song starts playing over an aerial view of the Prescott backyard, filled with people and decorated for the barbecue. We can’t hear the crowd at all, no background noise, just the song. Cut to a shot at ground level, focused on Maureen, standing with Neil near the barbecue. They’re talking to someone, laughing. The shot pans sideways through the crowd to Billy, standing with Sid, who is preoccupied talking to someone else. Billy is clearly looking in Maureen's direction.
The shot starts to pan back towards Maureen like it’s sliding away, but then it cuts to a shot in Sidney’s bedroom with the music paused before the first vocal line as Sid asks if Billy is ok and he tells her he just misses his mom. Cut to a shot of Sidney, Billy and Tatum walking up to the party, the song picking back up where it left off at the barbecue, playing diegetically at the party. It plays all the way through in the background of the scene and then transitions to generic party music.
12. Be My Baby- The Ronettes
Opening drum beat starts when Stu says “I want it to be permanent”, playing over a reaction shot of Billy, making a face like he's in the fucking kitchen scene (aka completely smitten). When the rest of the instruments come in, the shot reverses to show Stu, stylized in Billy’s version of Stu’s Romance-Vision™: Soft focus, Stu’s eyes looking extra blue from the color grading so he looks like an old hollywood actor (think Paul Newman’s eyes), vingnette, pathetic expression. The works.
Reverse shot back to Billy looking smitten again (kitchen scene), and then the song plays out over the rest of the scene, then song cuts out hard when they cum. We get a final shot of Billy’s face over Stu’s shoulder as he has his post-nut clarity moment, scored only by heavy breathing and the background noise of the party. 
Chapter 6
13. Can't Take My Eyes Off You- Frankie Valli
Starts to play over a montage of Stu doing his little acts of submission, taking Billy’s coat, getting on his knees to take off his shoes, opening doors, carrying his things, intercut with shots of Stu looking at him, just completely smitten. The montage is in soft focus with a light pink tint. As the song starts to pick up, we start to get shots of Stu getting pushed into walls, slapped, punched, looking deliriously happy the whole time. Intercut with these are shots of them ‘training’- chasing each other in costume, picking locks, creeping around woodsboro at night.
This continues to escalate with the song, with shots of him hitting the ground in multiple locations, shots continuing to cut on beat. For the final chorus, the camera pulls out further to show both of them, with Billy choking while he rides his leg, Billy cutting him and grinding against him as the camera begins to circle them like it did in the love buzz sequence, tightening into a dizzying spiral right at as the song ends.
14. Bizarre Love Triangle- New Order
The song starts to play as Billy tackles Maureen down on stop of Stu, the three of them falling in slow motion as the color grading switches back to the pink-tinted soft-focus look from the montage. The next shot centres Billy from an upward angle, like it’s coming from Stu’s POV, showing Billy stabbing, blood splattering up onto his mask and looking almost pink, glittering.
Reverse shot to Stu under Maureen, both of them rocking as Billy continues to stab her, a pool of blood starting to spread out under Stu in the shape of a heart. At the instrumental before the first chorus, the camera pulls back to a medium shot, showing them both as Billy pulls the knife out for the last time. There’s a moment where he doesn't move, but his chest can be seen moving as he breathes heavily from the exertion. 
When the first vocal line of the chorus hits, the slo-mo stops and Billy moves at full speed, pushing his mask up and pulling off Stu’s, then kissing him. The camera switches to a closer shot as they kiss, and the background becomes semi-surreal, sparkly, bloody starbursts popping behind them. The song cuts out hard at the end of the chorus when their alarms go off.
15. Something Stupid- Frank & Nancy Sinatra
Song fades in on an over-the-shoulder shot, showing Billy biking away from Stu in the forest behind Sids house after the murder. It comes to full volume as Stu packs his things away, and we see a tracking shot of his back as he bikes home. This crossfades to shots of the knives being wiped down, then when the vocals come in it crossfades to a shot of water running red to pink down a shower drain & over skin, then to a slightly abstract shot of blood in water (I’ve never been the same since Hannibal) as Stu washes their clothing.
The shot comes up through the surface of the water to show Stu, looking worried as he scrubs. This shot crossfades to a shot of Billy, creeping through Cotton Weary’s back yard. Cut back to Stu’s hands as he scrubs, blood still caked under his nails, then match cut to Billy’s gloves hands as he picks the lock and pushes the door open. This crossfades out to a shot of Stu putting wet clothes in the drier, to Billy pushing Cotton’s bloody jacket into a trashcan, then slipping back out of the house.  Crossfade back to Stu, sitting in front of his dryer looking stressed as the music fades out, and then Billy comes down the stairs.
When Billy kisses Stu, the song comes back on for the instrumental bridge, stopping before the vocals come in again as Billy pulls away.
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kitkatwinchester · 11 months
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STILES IS THE FREAKING BEST I SWEAR TO GOD!!
Even when he says that he's gonna leave Scott for dead, we all know he would NEVER leave Scott behind.
As much as he loves and respects his dad, Scott means too much to him, and he would jump in front of that bullet any day, no matter how much of a risk it was.
And while he may have stumbled a little bit (...okay, a lot bit XD), we gotta give this boy ALL the credit for thinking on his feet (which, as an aside, he was THIS CLOSE to figuring out the random keys gosh darnat. Oh well. I'm sure it'll come to him any minute now. XD).
And then the fact that the conclusion he DID come up with while thinking on his feet is something his dad already said...LITERALLY his father's son I love him.
And THEN, to top it ALL off, he just goes AFTER Rafael and I am HERE for it.
I know I'm not supposed to know what Stiles is talking about in that scene (about how Scott's dad got drunk and accidentally pushed Scott down the stairs and knocked him unconscious when he was little and that's why he left), but honestly, I think the fact that I do makes that scene soooo much better, because it just accentuates how protective of and loyal to Scott Stiles really is (and also how protective of his dad he is, 'cause he was willing to call out Rafael in that moment to not just defend Scott, but also defend his dad's honor <3).
Okay but, like, my understanding is that this happened YEARS ago, right? Like, when Stiles and Scott were KIDS.
Which means Stiles, at the mere age of, what...seven? Eight? MAYBE nine? He heard that conversation, and he held onto that for YEARS, and he didn't say ANYTHING to ANYONE, but he filed it away for a moment EXACTLY like this, where he could tell Rafael to shut the f*ck up, because he knows the truth, and Rafael is the last person that should be judging anyone for their struggles and/or parenting decisions.
Get yourself a best friend like Stiles, because holy sh*t, if that's not loyalty and love, I don't know what is. <3 <3
Anyways, as a random aside, Danny and Ethan are so cute and I love them so much and I hope they officially get back together, because I love them.
But SERIOUSLY!! Stiles is one of the best, smartest, funniest, most loyal human beings on the planet and no one can convince me otherwise.
I love this man so much. <3 <3 <3
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(The little face he made at realizing he and his dad were on the same page I love him and his relationship with his dad so much. <3 <3)
Update: LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE LEAVE ETHAN ALONE--
UPDATE PART II: Okay but let's not sneeze at how great of a friend Scott is too like... The way he was like "hey we don't have to do this, let's figure out this thing that's bothering you". And then the way he was sooo excited for Stiles when that girl came up and kissed him. STOP I CAN'T WITH THEM! XD <3 <3 <3
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proshipper-on-ship · 2 years
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why would you write danny as a girl? hes a boy not a girl! omg your such a h*m*phobic piece of sh*t!!1! if you want to write danny with a dc character why t*m dr*ke? hes such a stupid character he literally shouldnt exist!!!!! he just stole jasons whole life!!!!!!! why not pair danny up with jason instead? theyre literally perfect together!!!1!!1!!1!!
Hey motherfucker I have permission to go feral so you're shit out of luck cause my mercy machine broke *cracks knuckles*
First of all you're incredibly immature and a total coward for hiding behind anon. If you have shit to say then say it with your whole face.
Second of all you need to cool your fucking jets there hotpants, it's fiction. I like Danny as a girl because why not. I like Tim as a character because he's cute and I relate to him. I also like Danny as a boy and shipped with everyone and I do mean EVERYONE! YES EVEN THAT "PROBLEMATIC SHIP!" I am proship and a big fan of staying in my lane so if I see something I don't like I just scroll away, it's a valuable interest survival skill that you've clearly never learned. RIP to you and your smooth brain but I'm built different.
Third of all asshole, it's one thing to insult me but not my fucking co-author. YOU LEAVE CAKE ALONE!!! Some people are a little too used to me being nice so here's a reminder that if people want me to be nice to them then they should treat me nicely first cause they seem to have mistaken my choice to be kind as an inability to be cruel and baby that just ain't it.
Fourth of all I don't usually insult people's grammar but I almost laughed at how pathetic this is. Do you even have a working keyboard? Why are there ones scattered with the exclamation points? Are you cry typing? All butthurt over some words on a screen? Can't handle the badassery of a ghostly goddess??? Consider an uno reverse, maybe I'm not homophobic for genderbending a character to make a ship be able to have babies, maybe you're just illiterate. Or would you rather I put forth some Mpreg? Because believe me I'm capable of much spite and willing to use it.
Fifth of all why do you feel the need to censor Tim's name like that? Genuinely why? I'm curious. Also why do you mean Tim stole Jason's life? Elaborate anon. Show me what possible bits of silly string you connected in your hollow mind to arrive at that conclusion like a bungee jumping rock climber.
Sixth of all if you want a Jason/Danny ship write it yourself, hell feel free to take the idea and remix it for yourself, just don't be sad if you can't do it because writing is hard and that's with two authors pooling their creativity. There's no shame in giving up and admitting that you're about as creative as a cement wall since that seems to be more your speed.
And lastly, fuck right off of my blog, I'm tired, it's late, and I have school tomorrow. Have a nice long and boring life you dull rock <3
@cloudymooncake you may take the stage broski 💖
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captainimfangirling · 14 days
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My Life with the Walter Boys
I honestly thought I would like it because I enjoyed shows like The Kissing Booth, To All The Boys I've Loved Before, The Summer I Turned Pretty, and I even enjoyed Never Have I Ever despite Devi's many flaws but this show was just so boring (but I still liked some characters so I kept on watching).
The first two episodes the Walker boys pranking Jackie like that was horrible. I mean it was bleach!!! Such a dangerous chemical! If it was blue dye or something not harmful that would've been ok but bleach?!?!?!?! Also give the girl a break she her entire family f*cking died. I mean I know they're kids and they wanna play around and they get jealous but holy sh*t do they have no sympathy at all?! The little ones get a pass but not the teenagers. Cole was like oh life is hard she needs learn to deal with it. I wanted to hit him!
I don't know too much about New York but Jackie doesn't seem New York at all. Her clothes don't look New York (a wrong please let me know). I don't know she's just not giving me the New York vibes. All she says is New York this and New York that. Show me you're from New York don't just say it.
Also Cole. He's handsome and I have sympathy for him for not being able to achieve his dream but him calling Jackie New York the first time he met her pissed me off. "Hi, I'm Jackie my entire family is dead" and Cole is like "Ok New York." I did start to understand him better later on but still that's no excuse.
Alex is adorkable but I feel like his toxic trait is that he falls in love way too easily. I don't blame Jackie for not saying I love you back like they've been dating months. Nathan is adorable too but he also falls in love too easily.
I didn't think Danny was gonna be my fav. He's so sweet and I love his story line wanting to be an actor.
I understand what Hayley was saying but I feel like she got worried way too soon about Will becoming a workaholic. I mean he just started and she's acting like he's gonna be like that forever. Otherwise I did enjoy them as a couple, they're very cute.
I feel like what would've made this show a little better was to show flashbacks of Jackie's mom and Katherine. Maybe show young Jackie with the Walker family. Because to be honest she reminds a foster child not a daughter of a family friend. To be honest all of them feel like a foster children. I thought all the children were adopted to be honest.
It was very cool seeing Marc Blucas (George Walker the father) who was on Buffy The Vampire Slayer and The Boys. Loved him on this show.
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I saw your conversation about Sam Manson. I was talking to Imekitty about this, but I’ve noticed a few things that (sort of) make Sam’s relationship with her parents seem more like teen-drama than actual hardship. If you look closely, she’s got a lot in common with them: outspoken political-activism, possible shared-interest in vintage clothes, and no shame in saying they don’t like certain people. Also, after the Fentons, they were the first to volunteer to use the Ecto-Skeleton, risks and all.
(In reference to this post.)
It’s been a little while since I rewatched DP so I’m not well-placed to do a detail-analysis implication-breakdown right now, but yeah - that fits with the overall impression I remember getting.  To me they came across as being sort of old fashioned set-in-their-ways conservative and snooty, and maybe a bit too Pleasantville -  but more often in the way of parents who do genuinely want good things for her and to be able to be proud of her despite not really understanding her interests, choices or friends and being very bad at expressing it.  Plus she seems to have her grandmother fully in her corner a lot of the time.
I really wish that the writers had committed to one or the other; either making it clear that Sam’s martyr/ persecution complex is mostly just regular self-inflicted teen-drama BS and giving her an arc addressing it, OR fleshing out the idea that she faces a lot of judgement/ pressure/ control/ nonacceptance in her home life and that her negative traits are a bi-product of defensive/ coping mechanisms resulting from that strained dynamic, rather treating things with Roger Rabbit Rules.  
(Which isn’t to say that a person can’t have similar interests/ personality traits to, and positive interactions with, their parents while still having a strained, broken or even abusive relationship with them on a deeper level, but the show never really goes hard enough in either direction to make it work.)
As mentioned the last post, this is kind of a consistent pattern across DP - the writers tend go with the low-effort first answer for whatever is Funny or Awesome or Convenient in the moment rather than putting in the work to find a solution that’s consistent with the characterisation, themes and world-lore overall.  There’s enough internal contradiction in the show that I don’t think it’s actually possible to take every canon detail as canon without fundamentally breaking things.  And in some ways that’s kind of cool; it makes the series more open to interpretation, and trying to distinguish authorial intent from authorial incompetence and come up with theories that account for as many pieces of canon as possible is really satisfying.  But, you know, it’s also kind of bad writing in general.
I think the thing that bothers me about Sam’s characterisation in particular is that - where it tends to be more obviously out-of-character when it shows up in other places - there’s a pattern to the inconsistency with how the writers handle Sam:
Throughout the series there’s a double standard in how Sam sees herself/ seems to expects others to act, compared to her own behaviour:
Despite being pro-pacifism she’s okay with smacking Tucker and encouraging Danny to destroy the trucks she doesn’t like
Sam values self-expression and is a feminist, but derides other girls for wanting to express themselves in a conventionally feminine way
Sam doesn’t like being forced to conform to others’ values but is okay with forcing others to conform to hers
Despite being anti-consumerist she shows very little discomfort at, or awareness of, her lavish home life and material belongings
She encourages Danny to take the moral high ground towards his bullies but has no problem antagonising and getting into petty verbal spats with Paulina herself
Sam stalks Danny and his love interest out of jealousy/ protectiveness but threatens to end their friendship when he does the same
In Mystery Meat, when Danny tries to express his discomfort/ anxiety, Sam hijacks the conversation to complain about her own parents instead of listening.
In One of a Kind Sam photographs Danny and Tucker hugging in their sleep, without their knowledge, with the stated intent of putting it in the yearbook, then uses it to blackmail them into silence. 
Side note: this joke is also tacky on a meta-level because it boils down to “male intimacy ha ha toxic masculinity no homo amiright?“ Would have been nice if show didn’t use low-key sexist humour as much as it did.
Instead of expressing that she’s hurt by Danny’s “pretty girls” comment in Parental Bonding, Sam retaliates by pushing him to ask Paulina out - a move she knows will most likely result in him getting publicly shut down and humiliated.
Then, after getting the result she wanted, she comes over to gloat and insults Paulina, rather than dropping it now that her point’s been made, which is what ultimately sets off the episode’s subplot.
In Memory Blank Sam permanently physically alters Phantom’s appearance to better suit her tastes while he’s not in a position to understand or give informed consent, then lies when Danny notices and asks about it later.
To be clear this definitely isn’t the be-all-and-end-all of her character and it’s not there 100% of the time - there are plenty of moments when she is loyal and generous and helpful and sincerely kind and where her stubbornness comes in handy.  But it’s the aggregate pattern of all these small instances that drives a crack through the foundation of her character integrity; producing this insidious undercurrent alternate-reading of Sam as someone who, at a deep level, just doesn’t respect or recognise that the emotional needs, pains, opinions, autonomy and boundaries of others are as real and valid as her own, and who responds to criticism with passive-aggressive hostility.
Again, I think that’s why people are so quick to point out that line from Phantom Planet, even though we all know the episode was a complete mess.  None of the examples above are particularly bad in isolation - you can’t really point at any one of them and say “oh no, bad girl” without sounding like you’re making a mountain out of molehill and irrationally hating on her just to hate on her.  It’s an uncomfortable slowburn pattern of subtle micro-transgressions that accumulates across the series - a “you might not notice it but your brain did”.  And it makes sense that it would be the worst-written episode that amplifies and brings that regular bad-writing undercurrent close enough to the surface for people to consciously recognise and use it to articulate those frustrations.
To wit: Not because it’s most telling of her character but because it’s most telling of the specific bad writing that regularly hurts her character. 
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And again, from a storytelling point of view, it’s okay for Sam to have flaws.  She’s a teenager!  She’s learning.  She’s allowed to be egocentric and self-important and do things that aren’t the best at times.  It’s okay if these are her character weaknesses and a source of conflict with the rest of the cast.  But again, for that to be satisfying something really should have come of it.  It would have been nice if the writers were willing to have any self-awareness about these flaws being flaws that a person should recognise and grow past in order to have healthy relationships with others.  But they didn’t - because it’s easier to keep her as she is - to the point that they’ll actively bend the narrative to roll back or skip over moments that would have necessitated that growth.  So, even though they call attention to her flaws, the writers end up rewarding and enabling them instead of letting her learn.
And again, this isn’t meant to hate on Sam.  Hanlon’s Razor in full effect: it’s clearly a result of authorial/editorial incompetence rather than deliberate malice.  I know this isn’t the intended interpretation.
My preferred reading of Sam Manson is that she’s a Rosa Hubermann/ Hermione Granger/ YJS1 Artemis Crock-type character.  Someone who’s passionate and forceful and maybe a bit abrasive and hard to love at a glance, but whose core nature is compassionate and sincerely kind and loyal-to-the-death for the people they value.  I wish I could 100% like her without caveats; to be able to say that even if I don’t agree with her flaws I can at least understand that they’re a valid product of the life she lives, that they make her who she is and that she’s trying her best to be a good person who will get better despite them.  
But I can’t because the writers don’t give her that.  They’re always prioritising other things over the integrity of her character.  They don’t give her background enough time and context to make her negative traits feel resonant with it (because that would take time away from the Wicked Cool Radical Ghost-Fighting Superhero Action™) and the framing and plotting doesn’t give her chances to recognise or grow past them (because that would mean character development and those negative traits are an easy source of cheap conflict).  The writers just don’t seem to care all that much about Sam - her actual character, who she is, how she came to be that way, what she wants or how her negative traits would actually play against Danny and the others.
And that sucks.  Because she has a lot of potential to be a well-rounded and great character.  I’ve seen plenty of fics that seize that potential and roll with those gaps and the result is very good.  I wish I could like her canon depiction without feeling like I have to actively ignore a bunch of latent behavioural red flags as the price of entry.
She deserved better.
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loveallyaoiships · 3 years
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The world is a really funny place. Not everybody knows what is. There were humans and there were others who were not so human. It’s kind of confusing, but there are things beyond human reasoning. There is a whole world out there that no one knows exist.
It all hangs in a balance like good and evil, light and dark and then there’s human and supernatural. This is the story.
A young girl paced round her room. She was set for school, but she was nervous. It was a new school and who wouldn’t be nervous. You see she wasn’t like others. She wasn’t what one would call human. No she wasn’t a superhero. All those comics were just a serious rip-off. They were so silly. Did they know those things were real?
Anyway why she was nervous. She was going to a new school when she had just accepted her old school. There she just blended in with the crowd and was never noticed. Now she was going to a new school, a prestigious one where eyes will always be on her and they would be judging.
Kids her age didn’t go to school on earth. They went to school and they could tap into their powers and control it and also transform like the way her parents could. But no! They had to bring her to earth and have her grow up abnormal and they didn’t seem to care that she couldn’t control her powers.
Her thoughts were cut off by a knock.
“Daniella honey, time for school” her mother said.
“Coming” she said zipping up her boots and getting her bag.
She opened her door and her mother gave her a look. “What?” she asked.
“Your uniform” she said her tone cold.
She wore it right. A teal pleated skirt, white shirt, a black suit blazer, white knee socks and a green tie.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“First your hair isn’t meant to be purple” she stated.
“My hair is brown” she explained. “This” she said holding a lock of her hair that’s purple. “Is an extension”.
“You are wearing fishnets instead of socks and you’re wearing leather boots instead of shoes”. She took a deep breath. “All that’s missing is tattoos and multiple piercings” she said exasperated.
Danny just smiled.
“You’re going through a phase” her mother said.
“I’m not and if you start lessons, I will be late for actual lessons” she said.
Her mother sighed and got her keys.
“Why doesn’t the driver take me?” she asked.
“He’s busy” she replied. “So I’m taking you” she replied.
The ride was quiet and her mother didn’t say anything. When they arrived she finally looked at her.
“You’ll do great” she whispered.
“No I won’t” she replied.
“You will because for the first time you’ll be surrounded with people just like you” she said.
“Wait! This is a school full of-“
She covered her child’s mouth.
“No” she replied. “I said there a people like you here. A very small minority” she corrected herself.
“Oh” she said disappointed.
“Have fun honey and be careful” she said giving her a kiss on her forehead.
“Bye” she said getting out of the car.
She watched her mother drive off and she turned to look at the tall gates. A little bit menacing. On the gate the words SH. Starlight high.
She better head to the principal’s office and get her schedule. She walked through the gate with her head down. Ignoring the whispers and stares. She wasn’t human so she could hear everything they said clearly and they weren’t talking about her.
She walked straight to the building and she looked at the map that was on the noticeboard and memorized it. She passed a couple of students on her way, but other than that nothing interesting. It wasn’t that different from her old school.
She knocked on the door and a voice said enter. She walked in and would have said ‘Good morning’ but the woman just held up a piece of paper for her to take and a handbook.
“You know the rules” she said still not looking up.
Danny shook her head and she was out of the room.
The door closed by itself. That woman was supernatural. It wasn’t a power. It was a thing among them. They could just tell themselves anywhere they were. Just like they could tell who was human.
She had literature first and she had no one to hang out with, so she would just head to class and thank goodness it was on the same floor.
She stopped at the door and she could sense there was someone inside. Not human for sure. Her energy was all over the place. Bright and sunny.
She opened the door slowly and inside was a blonde girl asleep. She liked how the sun highlighted her hair and made it look almost gold.
She didn’t want to look like a freak and she made her way to the back quietly.
“A new one” she heard the girl say. She turned around to see the blonde girl awake.
The girl stood up and she was happy to see she wasn’t the only one changing her uniform.
Her skirt was short and flared and she wore heels and didn’t care for her tie. ‘Nice’ she thought.
“Clarissa, but you can call me Clerice, Clair, Rissa, but my personal favorite is Clara” she said.
“I’m Daniella, but you can call me Danny” she replied. “They really let you wear that?” she asked.
“What does that mean?” Clara asked no longer sounding friendly.
“I mean-“
“What?” she asked.
“You look really good and my mum told me it was against the rules to dress different” she explained. If this girl got mad and decided to attack her she wouldn’t stand a chance. She had heard stories from her mum and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end.
“Really? Thank you” she replied. “You’re not so bad yourself” she said eyeing the girl head to toe.
“Thanks” she said.
“So where are you from?”
“I’m a citizen-“
“I meant home world” she cut in.
“Where’s that?” Daniella asked.
Clara blinked twice and then she laughed. “Gosh you’re serious” and she continued laughing.
“Okay what’s your power?” she asked.
“I could always read minds” she replied.
“What else?” she replied.
“Nothing else” she replied.
“Hand to hand combat?”
Danny shook her head.
“Any sort of training?” Clara asked.
“Nope” she replied.
“Okay, you don’t know where you come from, you don’t know the extent of your powers and you don’t know your own strength. You couldn’t be anymore useless” she stated bluntly.
Danny sighed. “It’s not my fault”.
“Yeah whatever. You have a lot to learn” she said and the bell rang. She made her way to the back of the class and Danny followed. Students trooped into the class. All taking their seats. Danny had her head down, but a hand came down hard on her table which had her getting to her feet.
“You’re in my seat” a boy said.
“You know you can’t have a claim to seats” Clara said with a yawn..........
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gleeandshame · 4 years
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Semi-liveblogging Vida Episode 21
Under the cut for spoilers
Hoo boy, baptism
Emma... just, just downing the pills, I mean, hopefully nothing bad happens
Is Lyn not gonna wear a bra...?
Ew. “Ew you” - that was cute
Okay yeah the nips are coming into play
Why didn’t Emma say anything, or Lyn think about it
I don’t care about this stuck up mom and probably internalized homophobia man
“Go back to Nordstrom, Coconut Amelie” <- I am just putting that there because the captions didn’t pick it up.......
Them calling her Arthur was pretty funny though
But yeah... this protest conflict has been tiring
Emma really doesn’t want to talk to Nico. TBH I’m pretty disappointed in Nico last ep.
But also the pain is coming, Emma is too stubborn
Of course Nico doesn’t know about the abortion so it looks very suspicious and avoidant
Eesh, I don’t know how this they/them plot is gonna go. Like it was awkward...
I know Eddy’s actor is nb and uses they/them
But the character Eddy saying “regular she” is also disrespectful. Yeah yeah, let’s see how this pans out
Tasha... eeesh. I really am not sure how this show is trying to present queerness sometimes...like sometimes it seems like they’re playing the youth as disconnected insensitive in their “wokeness” and then sometimes... idk. I guess there’s nuance, but yeah. We gotta keep going to see
Karla coming out when Lyn’s nips are out, Lyn should have just walked away tbh
Eddy is an elder though. Okay we getting into the queer debate, alright, alright let’s see 
hmmm, realistically Nico has to work? I mean she could be in drag at the bar arter I guess
Honestly how this show goes there’s probably plenty of times when like eddy is the only one working? Nico emma and lyn always got some drama, lol
“you smile pretty like you always do”, rip trophy wife
This little girl hitting on Eddy?
oh since i don’t normally live blog. just wanted to say i knew the dad was an abusive little sh(t, so like him holding out a plate of for Lyn isn’t heartwarming to me
Like Lyn needs to undestand the balance of being a better person but still being herself. Like her faux modesty is very odd and performative. But I get that’s like literally part of the journey they’re making for her
But there’s only one more ep after this. *worry*
Okay, but really Nico not talking about being Married was wrong and Zoe(y) or whatever tf like... please
Nico gonna quit :/ I mean honestly yeah u can’t really keep working for the boss u used to f*ck and lied to 
Emma didn’t technically say homophobic stuff about her Mom? I don’t think. It was actually a blow to me the Eddy didn’t know about Emma and Nico (or Cruz or a rando)
I wonder if the drag king and Eddy’s gonna happen. I’m not gonna comment on how I feel about that
Oh okay, Nico’s owning up.... It was really bad tho, how do you make up for that.
TBH Nico moving from Brooklyn to here seemed like trying to cheat a fresh start
Alright, finish your essays, didn’t need your life story, I don’t know if we are supposed to feel bad for Nico? like quit because your entanglement with the bar is so messed up
Emma about to see her mom while vomiting, that’s my prediction
That danny trejo make up, pretty on point
“My dick will fall off if I work” oh gosh
OH no, the homophobia is gonna jump out (from the dad)
Lyn obsessed with high scale, I mean we knew it, but that’s her particular gripe now, still?
Well, I mean last event was a sh*tshow, but like, come on Lyn I think this is different unless something takes a turn during the performance
Drop him, Lyn
No, no no, I do not want the dad to show up. Well I mean the sh*t has to hit the fan sometime, but fear.jpg
Lol, I’m glad the protesters didn’t have anything to say back
Oh f*ck Emma having to see the dad
Oh yeah, forgot Lyn lied about Rudy’s thing running late
Oh f*ck don’t say Emmita, get tf out, you’re not her dad anymore
Proud of you Emma
“Today I really needed you” 
The f*ck my eyes immediately teared up
I mean, on the one hand Emma basically double dosed herself against doctor’s orders... but it’s just sad
I know this is late to discuss, but when was Baco? Emma also doesn’t strike me as someone who would be unsafe, so idk where this plot came from. But Baco felt ages ago like she would have known. but between 2-3 there’s no time passed. But ... I guess if someone has the math let me know
Another side note, i would buy a Vida Soundtrack, just saying
*sigh* I mean emma does need someone, but her and Nico are a disaster
I’m sad. One more ep to be sad, and SOMEHOW turn this around, some at least??? :’(
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thenerdintheattic · 4 years
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Doctor Who Rewatch Season 8
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(spoiler alert, this is pretty much how I feel about this season)
8x01 Deep Breath - 3/5 : it's a good after regeneration episode. twelve doesn't quite feel like the doctor yet (i don't remember if he did push the droid guy or not) but i like his darker, more serious tone. the scene where he leaves clara behind and all that moment where she has to hold her breath is very well done. but this is super loooong and the bit with the dinosaur was completely unnecessary.
8x02 Into the Dalek - 2/5 : so yeah i don't give a horse sh*t about clara's life and danny's characterisation is as subtle as an elephant in a glass shop. as for the the real plot : interesting concept but sooo long, side characters are boring. twelve is still rough around the edges but he's definitely the doctor
8x03 Robots of Sherwood - 2/5 : some highlights : the doctor/robin hood comparison was quite well done and how the viewer can identify with clara, clara is not completely annoying in this episode. but this episode is soooo long, i got really bored
8x04 Listen - 1.5/5 : i could actually like danny pink : he'd kinda relatable and interesting but his characterisation has been made by a butcher and it feels so forced and unnatural. as for this episode ... clara's life feels more important than the actual plot (which could be cool if it wasn't for that fuckery that it was obviously clara all along, because of course she was there on gallifrey and of course, she played a huge part in what the doctor actually becomes)
8x05 Time Heist - 4/5 : i didn't remember that i liked this episode so much so this was a really good surprise. the side characters are actually written decently and interesting, the plot is good and twelve is baby, thank you.
8x06 The Caretaker - 0/5 : so yeah, here we are. i hate everything from this episode. this is not doctor who
8x07 Kill the Moon - 2.5/5 : the moon! going back to the moon, first woman on the moon, this is sooo close to us and so exciting, i really hope we will go back there while i'm alive, just out of curiosity and not because there's something going on. but apart from my nerdy hype, this was kinda disappointing, apart from the obvious fuckery of the moon being an egg. the side characters are invisible (what were the two guys names?), the woman was a bit more interesting, courtney is unbearable. yeah and clara, if the moon's gone there's a little bit more than the tides and the internet connexion that would change, just saying (also, how can Courtney, an english girl, be the president of the US?)
8x08 Mummy on the Orient-Express - 4/5 : another good episode : the mummy and the countdown were pretty cool, perkins, the train in space. twelve sends me huge one vibes which i like. the only thing are the other scientists are completely useless, they don't even have a line of dialogue, they just stay in the background and just do nothing, so yeah that could have been easily corrected. also we'll never know who/what gus was
8x09 Flatline - 3.5/5 : it's a fun episode, it's in Bristol. clara's still annoying me though
8x10 In the Forest of the Night - 1/5 : that's everything that I hate about this season : coal hill school, clara being such a jerk, the plot that makes no sense (fire proof trees????). Just one point for twelve being baby again and calling out clara's bs
8x11 Dark Water - 3/5 : the scene in the volcano is superb, that's great acting from jenna coleman and peter capaldi. missy and the end twist are brilliant. but i'm so not on board with the afterlife thing and the bits with danny were totally flat because his character has been butchered all season
8x12 Death in Heaven - 2.5/5 : still not on board with all the cybermen = dead people thing. that's really too disturbing for me. but i liked missy and i liked twelve realising is neither a good man nor a bad man, he's just an idiot. not so happy with him killing missy though, not even for clara. 
Overall opinion : I really don't like this season. Apart from a couple of episodes, it didn't feel that i was watching doctor who and that's really a shame. one of my problem is danny. i know one of the themes of the season was to ask the question whether twelve (and the doctor in general) is a good man, the mirror with danny and how an external character can bring clara and the viewer to see the doctor for who he really is, the soldier/officer parallel (especially after the war doctor) were interesting ideas, and the way it culminates with the master giving the doctor an army because she wants him to be more like her was kinda cool. but as i said before, danny pink has been butchered, there's no subtlety you can see the strings pulling him together and that's bad. all of the good stuff he could have brought was drown into this relationship with clara and that's my biggest problem here. this is peter capaldi's first season, and yet it revolves more about clara and her normal life, and that i just can't accept. that's not why i watch doctor who, i don't care about her school and her attempts to date and her lies. she's more the doctor than the actual doctor and that's really not fair on peter capaldi who most of the time just appears as a grumpy, rude old man. also i really don't like this tendency that the doctor kinda comes when the companion calls because they want another adventure in the tardis. where is the doctor who accidentally kidnapped his companion? where is the doctor that brought rose back a year after she left with him? where is the doctor who took years to get Tegan to Heathrow? i miss companions that began as ordinary people and who got their whole life turned upside down, i miss companions who became extraordinary with the doctor, and i guess that's why i really don't like clara.
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It had taken just one moment, one split-second in which she had seen Phantom instead of Danny. Now she found herself on a path she didn’t want to be on. One she couldn’t leave, not anymore.
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Maddie sighed, content. For once in her hectic life, she had a moment of peace. A quiet moment shared with her son, whom she saw very little, nowadays.
The two of them were lying side-by-side on a blanket in the park. The sun had set hours ago, and while Danny normally should’ve been in bed by now… Well, it was vacation. She was allowed to be lenient for once.
Above them, countless stars glittered across the sky. Not a cloud blocked their view, and despite being in the city, the light pollution wasn’t bad enough to ruin the view either.
Earlier, the two of them had taken turns identifying the various stars and constellations, but now they just laid back. Enjoyed the moment together.
Maddie allowed her eyes to sag closed, despite the ever-present threat of ghosts attacking them. In the dark, they would be easily spotted due to their glow, and she was sure that Danny would warn her if any showed up.
They laid like that for a long while, Danny watching the stars, Maddie with her eyes closed, enjoying the silence. She might’ve dozed off for a moment, somewhere along the line. She wasn’t quite sure.
Either way, she was awake when she heard Danny shifting next to her, like he was moving to sit upright. Then he released a huge yawn, and she stifled a laugh at her son’s expense. The poor boy always looked so exhausted, and she doubted that he had taken a nap beforehand to prevent exactly this.
She opened her eyes to look at her son, who was indeed sitting upright, still watching the stars.
And then she paused, stiffening minutely.
Because the bright moon still hung over them, its light reflecting off of Danny’s hair, turning its normal deep black into a peculiar silver-white. Combined with the soft haze hanging around them, which made it look like Danny was glowing…
He suddenly looked eerily like Phantom.
And sure, Danny’s t-shirt and jeans were a far cry from Phantom’s black jumpsuit. His red sneakers were nothing like Phantom’s white boots. And Danny’s crystalline blue eyes were absolutely nothing like Phantom’s neon green eyes, the human’s lively while the ghost could express not even the slightest emotions.
No, Danny was nothing like Phantom.
But, still. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something. That, somehow, her eyes weren’t lying to her.
So she sat there in silence, studying her son. Hoping to find a clue, any clue, to solve this new mystery.
Danny didn’t notice, and didn’t give her any clues, either. He just yawned again, before rubbing in his eyes. He looked absolutely wrecked, and Maddie couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
And then he turned around, flinching slightly when he saw her looking at him. He smiled, sheepishly. “Oh, hey mom. You been up for long?”
“No.” She wasn’t sure how long she had been watching him, but she was sure that it hadn’t been long. “I think we should head home, get some sleep.”
“Yeah, probably,” Danny agreed, yawning once more. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
“You should’ve said no if you were feeling so tired, sweetie.” And she should’ve noticed earlier, too. But she didn’t want to say that, and secretly, she was glad that Danny had agreed to come. It had been nice, spending time together. She didn’t spend much time with him anymore, these days. She had missed it. Had missed this.
Danny nodded, sluggishly, and pushed himself up into a standing position. “Maybe so. But-” He extended a hand to her, and pulled her up. “-it was kind of nice. Hanging out together, you know?”
“Yeah,” she allowed, her voice soft. Even with how rebellious of a teenager he was, Danny would always be her boy. Her beloved son.
That night, Maddie dreamt of Danny. A hazy white glow surrounded him as he floated inches above the grass of the park. His eyes were closed, the blue she loved so dearly hidden from her. The light of the moon once more dyed his hair white, more extensively than earlier. Not even the roots appeared black.
He wore a t-shirt, a black one for once. His jeans, too, were black. And so were his sneakers, their well-worn fabric black instead of red.
“Danny,” she tried to call to him, but he didn’t respond. Didn’t stir in the slightest.
“Danny,” she called again, more firmly. The floating boy twitched, but Maddie’s brief moment of hope was crushed almost instantly when nothing more happened.
Instead she pushed herself up, walking over to her son. She laid a hand on his shoulder-
and pulled it back almost instantly, flinching away from how cold he was.
But it had been enough to draw Danny’s attention, because he turned to face her. And then, slowly but surely, his eyes opened.
And Maddie found herself looking right into bright, vivid green.
She backed away even further, but the boy in front of her stared blankly. Unseeing. Unblinking.
It was… She wasn’t sure who- what he was.
Because the boy floating there… She could’ve sworn that this was Danny. Her Danny.
But the ectoplasmic green eyes, the white hair, the black-and-white clothing… All of that was Phantom.
And, sure. She had seen the similarities between the two boys before. Who hadn’t?
This went beyond similarities, however. Because the lines had been blurred, all of a sudden. And she couldn’t tell apart the features anymore, couldn’t say which ones were Danny’s and which ones where Phantom’s.
The ghost- boy- horrid mixture that shouldn’t exist – continued to stare at her. And then he blinked, once, unbelievably slowly. His eyes remained closed for what felt like an eternity, seconds dragged out into hours.
And then when he opened them again, the green had receded. A ring of it still surrounded the pupils, and small sparks of it were scattered around the rest of the iris as well. But the irises were mostly blue, now. Blue like the skies, like- like Danny.
It pained her, to see her son and her greatest enemy mixed together in such a manner. It pained her in ways she couldn’t describe, to be unable to tell the two of them apart.
The boy, still staring blankly, blinked once more. He faded out of sight before his eyes opened again, however. The light of the moon soon followed, and Maddie could see nothing more.
The dream didn’t end there, much to Maddie’s displeasure. Instead, it pulled her further back, into her memories. Scenes for the past years, sometimes even more distant, flitted through.
None of them were quite right.
A moment from the past year, when she walked into Danny’s room to find him gaming with Sam and Tucker. He turned to her, a grin on his face and his eyes scrunched with joy. The glowing green of his irises cast strange lights on his cheeks, on the tips of his snow-white hair.
The scene faded away, replaced by another. It was from the first ghost invasion, in the city hall. She had a bazooka aimed right at Phantom’s face, his smirk falling as he saw her. His sky-blue eyes widened in fear, his spiky black hair failing to cover the fake emotion shown on his face.
The four of them sitting in the lab. Jack was explaining his newest invention to Jazz, but Danny had clearly stopped listening several minutes ago. His ectoplasm-green eyes drooped closed, and Maddie smiled at the sight of him. So young and innocent still. She playfully ruffled his white hair, chuckling when he startled awake.
Danny, sitting at the kitchen table, spooning away his breakfast. His white hair hung down, hiding his green eyes from sight. Jack grabbed the machine she had been working on, activating it with a flourish. “Ghost straight ahead,” it exclaimed, as everyone looked at Danny. Fearful green eyes looked back.
Phantom, trapped in a net. Not one of theirs, unfortunately, but one belonging to another ghost. The robotic ghost hovered over their shared prey, gloating at the boy. The crystalline blue eyes that stared back were filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. When Maddie and Jack finally got the ghost away from Phantom, the net had been empty.
Her and Danny, sitting on the roof together. The sign had been turned off for once, allowing them to see the stars with a clarity rarely found in the city. Danny’s green eyes sparkled with life, glowing bright with joy.
The ghost, kneeling on the ground, but looking up at her with a scornful expression. His blue eyes looked dead, lacking the true fire of anger. His black hair was windswept and messy. He clutched one of his arms, where she had successfully landed a shot, earlier. It must’ve healed already, since no fluids leaked from the injury.
An imagined moment, no true memory, but a scene she had thought over and had cherished many times regardless. Her son, standing tall, a goofy smile on his face. Standing opposite of him was a nondescript girl, hair dark but gown white. Danny was the exact opposite, his hair white like her dress, but his suit as black as her hair. The stones of their rings glimmered green like his eyes.
The next memory was, once again, not a real one. Unlike the almost hazy nature of the last one, this scene played in vivid detail. She and Jack were in the lab, Phantom tied onto an examination table. His blue eyes were blank, unblinking and dry. His clothes had been removed hours ago, to give them easier access to the body. So they could tear him open and inspect the unexpected organs. Red had been splattered everywhere, still wet where it had pooled around the table.
Maddie shot up, the images of the last scene of her dream continuing to haunt her. She gasped for a few moments, struggling to catch her breath. Then she glanced over at Jack, making sure she hadn’t woken him up.
The dream, the entire dream, still lingered. From its very first moments, it had shown her… something. She wasn’t sure what, but she certainly didn’t like it.
It was like the moment in the park earlier that night had triggered something, had led her onto a path she didn’t want to be on. And now she couldn’t leave it, not anymore.
Because that moment, the short moment of confusion, where she could’ve sworn that Danny looked exactly like Phantom… It had thrown off everything she knew, had irreversibly mixed the two boys together. And she couldn’t separate them anymore. Not their appearances, nor her reactions to them.
She imagined a boy with white hair and glowing green eyes, a soft glow hazing around him and his black jumpsuit, and she felt motherly pride. A need to protect him, too, to chastise him for endangering himself so much.
And then she imagined a boy with black hair and sky-blue eyes, with his white shirt and blue jeans, and she felt hatred. Anger at him for lying to her, for the damages he caused to the town and to their family.
She groaned, fed up and angry and tired. She had just wanted to spend a little more time with her son, get closer to him again. Instead, this whole mess had happened.
And now… Now she couldn’t think of him without seeing Phantom, and vice versa.
She didn’t think that she could go back to sleep anymore. Luckily, a glance at the clock revealed that it wasn’t too early. Quietly, making sure not to wake Jack, she got dressed. Then she crept down the stairs, starting on breakfast.
Not much later, Jazz joined her in the kitchen. After a worried glance at the breakfast she seemed satisfied, and settled down at the table to wait for it to be done. They didn’t share any conversation, which Maddie was glad for. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk, not with her thoughts still stuck on her dream.
Soon, Jack’s heavy steps sounded as well, as he joined them in the kitchen. Apparently his thunderous noise had woken Danny as well, because she could hear him scuffling around upstairs.
She hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. But when she turned around, she was greeted by the sight of all three of them sitting at the table. Her daughter, her husband, and… and Danny. Black-haired and blue-eyed. Like he should be, right?
Seeing her looking at him, he smiled at her. “Hey mom, good morning!”
Maddie tried to smile back, but it was shaky. Wavering. She was sure that he noticed, but she turned away too quickly to tell. She didn’t want to see the hurt expression on her sons face. Didn’t want to look at him and see her enemy.
Instead, she finished up the last of the pancakes. After serving them up with a flourish, the four of them ate in near silence.
Both of her children kept shooting her worried looks, but she ignored them. She had expected Jazz to have noticed, of course. The girl was sharp and had a keen mind. She hadn’t expected Danny to notice. Hadn’t expected him to care, had accidentally based her expectations on the combined worst traits of her son and Phantom.
Somehow, this needed to end. She couldn’t live like this. Seeing Phantom in Danny, in her son. And she was certain that the reverse would also be true. That visions of her son would prevent her from doing her job, that it would endanger the people of Amity Park.
No, she had to stop this. Somehow. Had to relearn the differences between the two boys. No matter how similar they were.
The rest of breakfast wasn’t any better. Between the worried glances of Jazz and Danny (which, on occasion, they shared, a silent conversation she had no hopes of understanding) and Jack’s usual obliviousness, it hadn’t looked too promising.
And then she started seeing Phantom instead of Danny.
Only for short bursts of time, in-between blinks or glances. Sometimes it was a complete replacement, but most of the time it was not.
Those moments, she thought, were the worst. Because she would catch Danny shooting her a concerned but caring look. But the eyes looking at her would be green.
Once the ordeal was over, she quickly excused herself. Rushed down to the lab, her safe sanctuary. A place where neither of the boys would ever come. Because, sure, technically her son was supposed to clean the lab as part of his chores. But she knew darn well that he hardly ever did so. And never while his parents were home.
Jack soon joined her, of course. But he was contend to stay to himself, tinkering on some invention of his. A new version of the Ghost Gabber, maybe?
Either way, he left her to her own devices, for which she was grateful. She turned her attention to the computer in the lab, going through Phantom’s file to collect all data and photos they had of him. It wasn’t much, as the ghost was surprisingly elusive, and rarely held still long enough for pictures. That, and ghosts were difficult to photograph due their ever-present glow. The photos were collected together and then printed, as she sorted them in a rough chronological order.
Then she realized that she couldn’t compare Phantom’s photos to Danny’s in the lab. Even if Jack was pretty oblivious, the chance of him noticing was too large. She wasn’t sure how to explain this. To explain her current train of thought. Her intentions.
Hell, she didn’t even know her own intentions.
So instead she grabbed the file and the stack of photos, and went upstairs. She dumped both items in the master bedroom. Then she collected some family photo albums as well, making sure to pick more recent ones. Ones that lined up with the time frame in which Phantom first started appearing.
Finally settling down on the bed, Maddie looked at the vast amount of pictures in front of her. Phantom’s file, she put aside for the moment. She already knew that nothing in it would help her with this. Quite honestly, she wasn’t sure why she had printed it in the first place. Her interest laid with the photos. It was the visuals, after all, that kept messing her up.
It was the appearances that she couldn’t tell apart. Not anymore.
So she spread out Phantom’s photos. Laid them in a neat little line. The first ones were shaky, the ghost barely visible. As time went on, more and better pictures started to surface. People felt increasingly confident in sticking around to capture the ghost on film.
When she was done, the photos laid in perfect chronological order. And every one depicted Phantom as she knew him, had always known him. Snow-white hair, glowing ectoplasm-green eyes. Black jumpsuit, white gloves and boots. A cocky smirk on his face, almost always. Occasionally a hint of anger or fear, a bad attempt at replicating the genuine article.
The photos had been dated, in the process. She had written down the exact days, if she remembered. If not, the right week or month. Always the year.
First step of the task thus finished, she grabbed the albums. Leaved through them carefully, slowly. Picked photos of Danny, as close as possible to the dates of Phantom’s photos.
Then she laid them out in a line, underneath Phantom’s. Matching every photo of the ghost with one of her son’s from the same time. Some were a little off, especially as time went on. Danny shying away from his family had made it so that he appeared less and less in the albums. Most of the photos she had of him were taken by his friends instead of them. She hadn’t realized how bad it had been. Not until now.
Either way, she had managed to match Danny’s photos to Phantom’s. The row of cocky white-haired ghosts were matched, one-for-one, by photos of the black-haired blue-eyed human, almost always smiling fondly. The two couldn’t look more different, but still.
Still, they looked exactly the same.
A simple color swap in her mind was enough. A photo of Phantom, but imagined with his hair black and eyes blue, was an exact match for Danny. Even the smirk she hated so much on the ghost, was one she found endearing on Danny. Because it was the cocky smirk he wore when he won in a game, when he outsmarted his sister.
And the reverse was also true. A picture of Danny, but with his hair white and eyes green, was suddenly a perfect mirror of Phantom. The smile one she imagined him wearing as people complimented him, called him a hero. As he succeeded in tricking the town.
It hadn’t worked. She still couldn’t tell the two apart. Somehow, her brain had decided the two looked identical. Either that, or they were perfect mirror images of each other.
But, surely that couldn’t be the case? If they really looked so similar, surely someone would’ve noticed sooner?
Surely she would’ve noticed sooner? If a ghost she hunted so much looked near-identical to her son, her own flesh and blood?
It didn’t make sense. Even ignoring the fact that someone should’ve (would have) noticed sooner, it wasn’t possible. The ghost couldn’t look identical to her son, not so consitently.
Because her son was a teenager. Over the past few years, since Phantom’s first appearance, Danny had changed. He had grown, gotten taller and slightly more muscular. His features were getting sharper.
And as a ghost, Phantom couldn’t have done so. Because ghosts can’t change so subtly. Even the few among them that change at all only ever change due to a change in power. And that is sudden, and glaringly obvious. Yet in every picture she had, Phantom had never gone through any major changes.
But when she grabbed the first somewhat clear photo of him, and the latest photo of him… She couldn’t deny the evidence.
Phantom, just like her son, just like every other teenager… He had grown up. He appeared taller, proportioned more like an adult. He had lost that rounded appearance. Looked like a 16 year old, just like her son, rather than the 14 year old he had been when he had first appeared.
It was unheard of. Completely baffling. And she only had one explanation.
Her inability to tell the two apart was causing it. Because if Phantom and Danny were the same, then either both were growing up, or neither were.
She couldn’t do this alone. The problem she was trying to solve prevented her from solving it. It was a perfect cycle, and one she couldn’t leave now that she had entered it. A vicious tailspin she couldn’t recover from. She needed someone else to help her, someone who wouldn’t judge her. Who wouldn’t question her if she asked not to.
Jazz came to mind. It might be weird, to go to her daughter for help, especially for something like this. But Jazz wouldn’t judge. She would listen, and she would help.
But Maddie had to start off easy. She couldn’t just… She didn’t think she could explain these thoughts. So she had to ease into the conversation.
She clenched her fist, immediately relaxing it again when she heard the crinkling of paper. Suddenly remembered that she was still holding the photos of Phantom.
Oh. The photos. That would be a perfect way to start. She could ask Jazz to look at them, to compare them. And if Jazz didn’t see it… She could use that as a stepping point.
Yes, that could work. Would work. Had to work.
With the two photos of Phantom in her hand, Maddie knocked on the door to Jazz’ room. It only took a few moments for the girl to answer, to tell her to come in.
Maddie shuffled in, uncertain. She was having second thoughts- but she had to do this. One way or another, this need to end.
“Mom?” Jazz asked, her voice quiet and her expression uncertain, confused.
“Hey sweetie,” she answered, raising her hand with the pictures in it for Jazz to see. “I was wondering if you could… help me with something?”
“Of course.” Jazz cleared a spot on her desk, moving aside so she and Maddie could both stand in front of it. “What do you need?”
Maddie put the pictures down, laying them side-by-side. Phantom’s cocky smirk taunted her, his face young in one and grown up on the other. “Could you… look at these pictures for me, please?”
“Sure...” Jazz frowned, however. She seemed hesitant, for some reason. “Why, though? And why me, instead of dad?”
Maddie scoffed. “We both know that your dad… isn’t very observant. And this isn’t something that requires ghostly knowledge.”
“So then what do you need me to do? What were you doing in the first place?” The frown was still on Jazz’ face, her expression puzzled.
“I was just… comparing these two pictures of Phantom. These were taken almost two years apart, so I was wondering if Phantom had changed in that time.” She didn’t say anything about her suspicions. About what she saw in these pictures. Didn’t want to alter Jazz’ answer. No, she needed the truth, no matter how much she wouldn’t like it.
“Oh,” Jazz simply said, frown lessening. “And you needed a second opinion, then? Sure, I can do that.” She cast her eyes over the photos, pouring over the details. It was another reason why Maddie had chosen Jazz for this. Her observational skills were top-notch.
“He looks… younger… in this photo.”
Maddie felt her breath catch as Jazz uttered the words. They had been quiet, almost mumbled. But Maddie had heard, regardless.
It confirmed what she had seen. But she had been certain that it had been her imagination. There was no other explanation, no reason why Phantom would appear older now.
But if Jazz saw it… Then she hadn’t imagined it.
And if this was real… What else had been true? How much else had she denied, refused to believe?
“That’s what I thought as well,” she managed to mutter. Jazz glanced at her, perplexed, but didn’t say anything. “Thanks, sweetie.” And Maddie kissed her daughter on her forehead, grabbed the pictures, and left.
Back in her room, she stopped to look at the pictures again.
If she was right about Phantom growing up… Was she right about his similarities with Danny as well? Were the two boys perfect copies of each other, barring their hair and eye colors?
And if so… What did that mean? Was there any link between their shared appearance, and the fact that they were growing up in perfect sync?
Was there a link between Danny and Phantom?
And, if yes… What did it mean? For Danny? For Phantom? Was it voluntarily engaged by the two of them? Had Phantom somehow forced himself upon Danny?
Was this why Danny was always so tired? So easily distracted? Was Phantom somehow draining him, using him as a link to the human world?
And… Was this why ghost detection equipment always went off around Danny? Was the link somehow contaminating him with Phantom’s ectoplasm, his ecto-signature?
She had to talk to him. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but it had to happen. As soon as possible. She needed answers, and she was going to get them. Not to help herself, but for Danny. Because, if this was hurting him… Then it was their fault – her fault – for not noticing sooner.
In the end, Maddie had been forced to wait until late in the evening to talk with Danny. Apparently he had left the house to hang with Sam and Tucker while she had been… making discoveries, and he didn’t return home until after dinner.
Either way, she now found herself hesitating in front of his door. She could hear him in his room, the clicking of his fingers on a keyboard.
She took a deep breath, summoned up all her bravery, squared her shoulders. And then she knocked.
“Come in!”
And so she did. Danny was sitting at his desk, but looked away from his computer when she came in.
“Hey mom, what’s up?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. His eyes, big and sky-blue, showed clearly his confusion. God, he looked so innocent. Surely she had been wrong about this all? Surely this boy, her son, couldn’t have any sort of connection with Phantom?
But she had come so far already. Had let her doubts build up so far that she couldn’t see past them anymore. And, if this was real, and it was hurting Danny, she couldn’t afford to ignore it. She had to know.
“I was hoping we could… talk?” Her voice wavered, unsure. Danny, in turn, looked confused by the request. And was that fear, sparking in his eyes? Surely not?
“Uh, sure, I guess?” He shrugged, but it was halfhearted. A cover-up for an emotion she didn’t catch. “What about?”
Maddie looked away from him, closing the door behind her. No matter how this conversation would go… She didn’t want anyone to overhear it.
Apparently her silence had lasted too long, however, because Danny’s brow creased into a frown. “Mom, what did you want to talk about?” He sounded impatient, a hint of sternness she didn’t associate with Danny. That didn’t fit with the meek boy she had as a son.
She shook off the thoughts to focus on the conversation. If she could just get through this, she would have all the answers she needed.
“I… I wanted to talk with you about...” she trailed off, considering her options. Finally, she settled on one. “I wanted to talk with you about last night.”
“Last night?” Danny repeated, frown deepening. “What about it?"
“I saw something last night. Something that made me think.” She loosely crossed her arms, gripping her upper arms. She let the silence linger for a few moments, before she finally added, “Something about you.”
“Me?” Danny questioned, incredulously. His expression was almost comical, a perfect depiction of surprise. He couldn’t hide the calculation and suspicion in his eyes, however. Not from her.
“Yes, Danny.” She sighed, sitting down on his bed. “And I can’t- can’t stop thinking about it. And I need to know. I need to know if there’s even the slightest bit of truth to it.”
Danny didn’t answer. Maddie sighed again, closing her eyes and rubbing them with her hands. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I know I must- must sound like I’m going crazy. I’m just… I’m just worried about you.”
Still, no answer, except for a creak from Danny’s chair. Then, suddenly, the bed dipped down as a weight landed next to her.
“What’s wrong, mom? What did you see that made you worry about me?”
“Oh, Danny,” she sniffed. “I’m always worried about you, sweetie. You always look so tired, and your grades at school have been terrible for the past two years.” She looked away, uncertain. She knew she had to bring it up at some point, but she was afraid. Afraid of how he would react.
Afraid of being right.
“But...” He paused, as if considering his options. “You saw something last night, something that made you even more worried.”
“Yes,” she confirmed. Then, more quietly, she elaborated. “Phantom.”
She felt Danny stiffen next to her. Almost immediately after, he relaxed again. He chuckled, quietly. “Phantom? How would you have seen him when I didn’t?”
“Because I didn’t see him. Not really.” She turned back to see Danny frowning at her. “But I saw something that reminded me of him.”
“But what does that have to do with me?” He narrowed his eyes even further, hands loosely balled.
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “But I intend to find out. There’s something about the two of you. And I need to know, Danny. I need to know what.”
He scoffed, turning away. “There’s nothing, mom. He’s a ghost haunting this city, and I’m your son.” He stood up, started to walk away from her.
She grabbed his hand, surprising both of them.
Danny pulled his hand free with suspicious ease, like cold wisping through her fingers, drew it to his chest. In the same moment he whirled around, eyes blown wide.
Bright green blinked at her for a short moment, immediately replaced with icy blue again.
“Danny?” she breathed, looking at her son. She knew he wasn’t overshadowed. An overshadowing ghost couldn’t hide its eyes, not for this long.
He looked panicked, breathing faster and faster. He started backing away from her, one hand wrapped around the other. Both still clutched to his chest.
“Danny,” she repeated, firmer. She tried to keep her voice calm, despite her own roiling emotions. In the hopes of calming him down, she spread out her hands, raised them in the air. The universal sign of ‘I’m unarmed and intend no harm’.
“I- I can. I can explain,” he stuttered, hitting the desk with a flinch. He had backed up as far as he could go.
“It’s okay,” Maddie tried to soothe. “I just want to know… Is this… Is it hurting you?”
“What?” he asked, eyeing her with barely veiled suspicion. His sky-blue eyes were darting around the room, but they never left her for longer than a millisecond. “What do you mean?”
“This,” she repeated, emphasizing the word. “Is it hurting you? This link, this connection with Phantom? Is he hurting you?”
“No.” He straightened up, a defiant look in his eyes. “No, nothing like that.”
“Then explain it to me,” she begged him, laying her hands in her lap.
He sighed, looking down at the ground. Lifted his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it in a motion so familiar to her. Something so characteristic to him.
“It’s… hard to explain,” he said, finally.
“Please, Danny. Try. I have to know. I need to know that you’re okay. Please, sweetie.”
He dropped the hand again, and then collapsed into the desk chair. “I’ll… try. But this is the first time I’ve had to explain. Like, really explain.”
“You’ve… told someone about this before?” She didn’t want to sound as hurt as she felt, but she didn’t think she succeeded in stomping down the hurt tone completely. Someone else knew, at least partially? And they didn’t tell her?
He shrugged, glancing at her, but looked away almost instantly. “Sort of. Sam and Tucker knew from the start. And Jazz kind of… figured it out on her own.”
“And no one told me?” This time she didn’t even try to keep the hurt out of her voice.
“I… didn’t want them to.” He shifted, uncertainly. Glanced around the room, as if trying to avoid looking at her while simultaneously refusing to let her out of sight. “I was… I was afraid. Of how you and dad might react.”
“Oh,” she said, quietly. Because she could imagine that, much to her dislike. She and Jack (especially Jack) tended to be a little… overenthusiastic about ghosts. And if something happened to Danny, something involving ghosts… Yes, she could definitely imagine him being worried and scared about how they might react.
“Yeah,” Danny mumbled, rubbing his arms. “Sorry.”
“No, Danny.” She pushed herself upright, intending to walk over to him to comfort him. He flinched, however, and she stopped. “Danny, you don’t have to be sorry. We were the ones that scared you. We were so obsessed that you thought you couldn’t tell us about this. Whatever this is.”
She sighed. “Danny. I promise you, whatever happened to you, whatever it is that links you and Phantom… I promise that I won’t get mad, that I- we won’t hurt you. Okay? We love you. And I just… want to make sure you’re okay.”
He nodded, but didn’t speak. The silence lingered for what felt like an eternity.
“There’s no link. No connection, between me and Phantom.”
“Danny-” she started to retort, but he held up a hand.
“No, let me finish. There is no connection, because there is no difference. You’re working off of the assumption that Phantom and I are different people.” He straightened himself out, pushing out of his chair. Looked her right in the eyes, green ebbing into his irises, washing away the blue. “But we’re not. I am not.”
“I don’t- I don’t understand.” She looked at him, scrutinized him. Tried to decipher which of the two she was looking at. Saw bits and pieces of both Phantom and Danny. She let herself fall back onto the bed, sitting down with a thump.
“Sorry, I’m not… very good at explaining this.” He shuffled his feet for a moment, the green departing as quickly as it had come. “Would it help if I told you… how it happened?”
“Yes,” she said, as certain as she could. If she knew what happened, she might be able to figure out what it meant. How to undo it, if necessary.
“Right.” He nodded, took a deep breath. “So two years ago, I had that little accident with the Portal. Remember that?”
She thought about it for a moment. Yes, she remembered. She and Jack had been away, after the Portal had failed to activate. When they returned home, the Portal was turned on and fully functional. Danny and his friends had told them that it had turned on while they were in the lab, and that Danny had gotten a small shock from it.
Suddenly she doubted that that was what had happened that day.
And Danny must’ve been able to tell, because he nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, I uh. Sort of was inside it when it turned on?”
“Daniel!” she gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. The Portal ran off of enormous amounts of ectoplasm and electricity. It should have killed him!
Should have killed him. Phantom was a ghost. Danny and Phantom were the same.
Phantom was Danny’s ghost. He could just alter his appearance to look more human.
“I’m okay!” he squawked, raising his hands. “Well, mostly. Half, kinda.”
“Danny, you’re a ghost!” she chided, ignoring his wide-eyed wince. “You’re not okay!”
“Only half!” he exclaimed, wincing once more when he realized how loud he was. How loud both of them were. “I’m only half ghost.” he added, at a lower volume.
She stared at him. He had to be kidding, right? There was no such thing as a half ghost. It wasn’t possible. Just a lie he told himself, and his friends and his sister, because he was worried. Afraid.
But, she had to admit, some things about him didn’t make sense. A ghost wasn’t capable of the slow growth that Danny and Phantom were both showing. A real ghost couldn’t completely hide their ghostly traits, no matter how convincing their human guise was.
A real ghost couldn’t go through ghost shields, something she had witnessed Danny do on multiple occasions.
And… a real ghost didn’t bleed. But she had seen him bleed in the last two years. Had seen him come home bruised red and blue. A ghost wouldn’t have been able to fake that, would have shown its bruises in shades of green.
“Okay,” she said, quietly. Then, more certain, again. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Danny repeated from where he was still standing, clearly more hesitant, uncertain. Hope flickered in his wide eyes.
“I believe you.” Maddie combed her hand through her hair, mussing it up. “I don’t understand it, but I believe you regardless.”
“Yeah, I don’t really understand it either,” Danny admitted, laughing a little as the tension drained from him. “But you’re… okay with it?”
“With you being a half ghost, somehow? Yes.” She turned a stern glare on him. “With you going out hunting dangerous ghosts, all alone, all day long? No.”
“I wasn’t alone!” he shouted, before immediately slapping his hands over his mouth. Then he continued at a quieter volume, again. “Sam and Tucker are usually there. Jazz comes too, sometimes. Besides, most ghosts aren’t all that dangerous to me, not anymore.”
“So they once were?” She quirked a brow at him, and Danny smiled sheepishly. “Either way, we’ll need to… figure this out, somehow. I’m not letting you go out there alone, not without supervision.”
He hummed, nodding. “I… guess that that’s fair. And it would be nice to have some more backup, sometimes.”
Then, suddenly, he jumped up again, eyes wide. “You haven’t seen it yet. Do you want to see?”
“See what?” She frowned, confused.
“The transformation! I forgot you hadn’t seen it, since it’s usually the thing that reveals my secret in the first place.”
She paused, her thoughts grinding to a halt. She knew, logically, that he had to somehow shift from Danny to Phantom. But she hadn’t thought about the repercussions, about the actual transformation that it would involve.
“Yes… I would like to see that.”
He walked over to the center of his room, standing straight. Clenched his fists. Then hesitated for a moment, glancing at her.
“It, uh. It might be kinda bright, or so the others say.”
“Thanks for the warning, sweetie.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Then, suddenly, in a flash, a bright ring appeared around his waist. It hung there, motionless, for a moment. Then it split, two halos moving across his body in opposite directions. Everywhere they passed, Danny’s clothes were replaced by an oh-so familiar black jumpsuit. White gloves appeared, and the same went for the boots that appeared when the bottom ring faded away, having reached the end of Danny’s body. The top ring passed his closed eyes, dyeing his black hair white, and then dissipated as well.
Finally, Danny opened his eyes. Glowing green blinked back at her, hesitant but with a spark of hope.
She wondered, briefly, how she had never recognized him. How she had never seen the life in those eyes.
“Tah-dah?” he tried, throwing his hands out theatrically. His voice carried the same tinny echo as Phantom’s always did, but she could still tell that underneath that, he sounded just like always. How had no one realized this before? Was it willful blindness? A stubborn refusal to see the resemblance between a ghost and a living boy?
She realized that she had been silent too long when his expression started to drop. That she had been too occupied with her thoughts to reaffirm him.
“I can’t believe I never noticed before,” she whispered, quietly berating herself. Then she stood up and crossed the distance between them with a few large steps.
Danny flinched, rising a few inches off of the floor. He looked about ready to bolt. Like he was expecting her to strike him, to berate him. To hurt him. Like she had hurt Phantom before.
Instead she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against herself. He stiffened momentarily, before melting against her, laying his head on her shoulder.
He was cold to the touch, and she was suddenly reminded of the boy she had seen in her dreams. The fused representation of her son that had sparked this whole chase. Because, even if the first hint had been in the park, she knew she would have ignored it otherwise, without that dream.
“I love you, sweetie,” she mumbled into Danny’s hair. The white hairs wisped around slightly, as if stirred by a non-existent wind.
“I love you too, mom,” came the answer, and she smiled.
Everything would be alright. Danny was okay, and he was going to be even better now. With her help, and Jack’s. She would make sure of that.
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cars-lovin-gal · 5 years
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Cars Land Music Loop
I put together a list of all the music played on Radiator Springs Main Street in Cars Land (& also in the same order that they’re played there) & have also provided links so you can listen to them on YouTube because a few aren’t on Spotify. So for those of you who have been & want to reminisce, or if you have always wanted to go & want to imagine being there, if you like listening to Disney park music loops, or even if you just like rock & roll music…enjoy!
Route 66- Chuck Berry
V-8 Ford Blues- Mose Allison
Hot Rod Man- Tex Rubinowitz
Little Forty Ford- Leon Smith
Road Runner- Bo Diddley
409- The Quads
Let’s Go For A Ride- The Collegians
Welcome to Radiator Springs- Joe Louis Walker
Ride on Josephine- George Thorogood & the Destroyers
Big Green Car- Jimmy Carroll
Hot Rod is Her Name- Tom Tall & Ginny Wright
Automobiles- The Spaniels
Ford V-8- Honey Boy Allen
Mustang Sally- Wilson Pickett
Maybellene- Chuck Berry
Coupe de Ville Baby- Vernon Green & the Medallions
Hot Rod- The Collins Kids
Led Sled- Danny Freeman
Cruisin’- Gene Vincent & his Blue Caps
No Particular Place to Go- Chuck Berry
Bring My Cadillac Back- Baker Knight & the Knightmares
Key to the Highway- Little Walter
Hot Rod Queen- Deke Dickerson & the Eccofonics
Rocket 88- Jackie Brenston & His Delta Cats
Draggin’- Curtis Godman
One Piece at a Time- Johnny Cash
Stand on It- Mel McDaniel
Built For Speed- Stray Cats
Fastest Short in Town- Robert A. Irvine & The Kentucky Colonels
Rocking Little Roadster- Fred Mollin & The Blue Sea Band feat. Gunnar Nelson
Hot Rod Lincoln- Johnny Bond
Twin Pipes & Pin Stripes- Sammy Masters
You Can’t Catch Me- Chuck Berry
Spinout- Elvis Presley
My Mustang Ford- Chuck Berry
The Phantom Dragster- The Bobby Fuller Four
Flat Tire- The Del Vikings
Black & White Thunderbird- Fred Mollin & The Blue Sea Band
My Old Car- Fred Mollin & The Blue Sea Band feat. Johnny Neel
Pink Cadillac- Sammy Masters & His Rocking Rhythms
My White Convertible- The Hall Brothers
Loud Mufflers- Robert Williams & The Groovers
Six Days on the Road- Dave Dudley
Hotrod Gang- Stray Cats
Pontiac Blues- Sonny Boy Williamson
Green Onions- Booker T. & The MG’s
Freeway of Love- Aretha Franklin
Radiator Rock- Joe Louis Walker
Ride on Josephine- Bo Diddley
Wheels- The Flying Burrito Brothers
V-8 Ford Boogie- Eleven Hundred Springs
Go Champ Go- The Champs
Dear Dad- Chuck Berry
Hot Rod Susie- The Manin Brothers
I Want to be Your Driver- Chuck Berry
Mustang Sally & GTO- John Lee Hooker
From a Buick 6- Bob Dylan
Cadillac- Bo Diddley
Hot Rodder’s Lament- Deke Dickerson & The Ecco-fonics
Hardtop Race- George Stogner
Slow Down “GTO”- Joe Louis Walker
King of the Road- Roger Miller
Peroxide Blonde & Hopped Up Model Ford- Jumpin’ Gene Simmons
I’ve Been Everywhere- Hank Snow
Push Button Automobile- Vernon Green & The Medallions
Motor Head Baby- Johnny “Guitar” Watson
Look at that Cadillac- Stray Cats
Sh-Boom- The Chords
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alliancesniper · 5 years
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DANNY  CANNOT  POSSIBLY  BEGIN  TO  FATHOM   how  this  kid  and  his  friends   (  who  he  reckons  must  be  around  the  same  age,   right  ?  )   could  have  possibly  wound  up  in  boston  in  the  middle  of  winter  without  a  coat.   he can’t really be the one to talk,  though,  considering the number of times  he  used to travel around with little layers   (  he  didn’t have a choice  ;   he just hopes that at least these kids have just a little  more  of one,  hopes that they at least have a safe place to stay the night  ).
aren’t  you  could,   too  ?
“  i ain’t out heah wit’  shawt  sleeves,  ”   he answers,  pokes fun.   he won’t add that he’s been out in this weather in  less.
it makes him think,  though,  that perhaps these guys would look  much  worse off if they were in nearly as unfortunate a position as he once was,  a decade and a half ago.   at the very least,  they must have come from someplace warm  recently  enough.
i,   er   ------   didn’t  think  i’d  be  out  here  ?
where the hell did they think they’d be  ?   did they think this place had some secret indoor tunnels when it got too cold out  ?
“  jus’ wheah you guys fruhm,  anyways  ?  ”   can’t possibly be from around here,  they definitely don’t strike him as locals  ------  or  students,  for that matter.   the one that isn’t costumed looks far too young to be one of the college kids.   “  wheah’s yah gahdians  ?  ”
costumes  ?!
the kid in the donald costume looks  impressively  big - mad about the remark,  which  confuses  danny,  because he doesn’t think he’s said anything  insulting.   they must be  really  into their characters.   it seems real disney fans are dedicated even in the wake of a nor’easter.
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------------  except,  now danny’s  real  confused,  because the three of them have all just huddled up as if they’re talking some kind of game plan.   is this something the kids do these days,  or are these kids part of some disney cult that’s been taking hold of the city while he’s been gone  ?   it reminds him of when he first enlisted  ---  left home,  left his kids,  and when he came back for shore leave,  they were already getting older and he’d missed their very first day of school and the dunkin’ that was in that plaza off brighton avenue had turned into one of those  blue  bottle  joints.
they’ve spun back around,  and danny’s got his arms crossed,  the look on his face reading  absolutely  perplexed.   he  knows  it looks like something  absolutely  fishy  is going on  ------  but he also knows that kids can be weird like that,  sometimes.
then again,  every time atarah acted like this,  she really was hiding something from him.   then - again  then again,  the first time she pulled that stunt on him,  she was five.
then - again  then - again  then again,  she hasn’t really  stopped  pulling said stunts on him.   and she’s definitely older than this kid is.
uh - huh  !   we,   uh   ------   ‘  got  lost.  ’
maybe they needed to determine whether or not to trust a grown man covered in tattoos,  a pierced nose,  and massive arms.   fair,  and valid.   maybe they needed to huddle up to determine whether or not this was the  ‘ lie ’  they were deciding to go with.
my  name’s  sora,   since  you  already  know  donald  and  goof.
well  ---  danny can’t imagine those guys were  actually  donald and goofy by name,  but he’s heard about these types of people on the extranet.   whatever floats their boat.
“  not  puhsonally,  anyways.   but  ---  big fan o’ the costumes.   fuh real.   i grew up on disney sh-tuff,  too.   wanna hear my sick donald impression  ?  ”   no  ?   unfortunate.   he clears his throat,  tongue presses to the roof of his mouth,  and he hopes he’s not  too  rusty.   “  what’s  the  big  idea,   ya  big  palooka  ?!  ”
still got it.
could  you  ...   tell  us  where  we  are  ?
lying or not,  these kids seem like  good  kids.   this  ‘ sora ’  kid does,  anyway.   he still can’t get a read on these donald and goofy larpers.   if they’re lying because they’re in some sort of bad trouble  ------  well,  danny might as well be the guy they run into.   danny knows what kind of bad trouble kids can get into.   and if he can try to help these kids out  ---
“  ‘cawse.   this is  coolidge  cawnuh,  in brookline.   i was abaht ta go get some groceries.   my boyfriend wants ta do italian fah suppah.   y’know,  s’abaht t’ snow soon.   yous guys got some place t’ stay  ?  ”     @kidblader   /   from  here  !
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golden-girl-korra · 5 years
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I knew Game of Thrones was a sh*ty "show" years ago.
People need to heal their minds of the obsession with this show's fantasy bulls**t. Over real life human rights movements. anti-slavery movements. real. damn. feminism. in real life. Not longing for fictional woman to be ResPeCTeD like (not rl women) deserve!
Warning:this is raw and not well edited, but I gotta say it.
I knew that uselessly bloody. (blood in fiction CAN show the reality of death but Game of Thrones was not never the one) pointlessly sex-filled "show" let's be real it was there just to get people to watch it, with it's straight, gay, incest, pedophilia porn sex scenes
with "Danny"( I have no connection to her, I never watched the show only saw flashes of it and scenes of it here and there, being real, but I watched summaries; she is underage in the book) to keep you watching.
Fantasy stupid ass drogon show, (no realistic depiction of European history, even if you look past the fantasy beings but that's not it what it set out to be I guess)
gore-filled sex-filled shock-value show (that had it's horrifying "edgy" "red wedding" and a 14 year old boy being a mass murderer, even if there's "real history" behind that character, it's really bullshit anyway:
my point is that GoT was just there to make you think that was what adult entertainment looked like, that was what education through political themes (in the fantasy genre) looked like like.
In real life, the various European peoples, the overwhelming majority of whom weren't rich n powerful white men and women. like the show's main protagonists who were:
Rich Nobles who were born into power, people who worked their way up in a broken and corrupt society in terrible conditions or
Rich Nobles that were forced to be slaves and then grew up to be mass murderers.
(quick note: about "Dany") even if she took the Iron Throne without killing civilians she still would have been a corrupt “European inspired” leader based in a time where:
civilization could put people on Throne with a crown on their head, giving them excess food, and clean water.
while people died from:
starvation
cholera
numerous diseases
harsh conditions due to little or no heat in their houses
malnourishment
famine
The Rulers would have full meals, the best Healthcare (at the time) best access to clean water (of the time) even if it was primitive care, it was better than what the majority of European civilization (the poor, the peasants)
GoT had the main characters running around willy-nilly taking down every regime that exists just so they can replace it with their own. When you think about it? GoT is a very uneducated show, it is a terrible terrible show...
It's Disrespectful as hell to the ancient/100s-1700s era europeans, who contrary to white supremuses propaganda of SUperiOr aryan race, real Europeans lived in hellish conditions.
Europeans to had to walk on the Frozen dirt, cold mud and stone/brick pavement, barefoot with cracked bloody feet because they could not afford shoes, even if many could, not all did! They worked hard hours, around the clock. In the fields to just to survive, just to grow food for their family, to Harvest plant fiber, wool to make cloth/thread for their families to wear.
And although slavery was rife in Europe, they never showed the details of the European slave trade (long before 1600s) that would take africans/middle-easterns/poc in genaral/europeans from the south/north, away to be slaves for life even if some had more "rights" than others. (in some time periods, it could be deduced that classism would make up for lack of racism at some point)
Past the fantasy drama appeal of "edgy" slavery, with "slave ships", and ex-slaves with a "wash n go" that flow in the Wind , dany's slave aesthetic with dirt/ash covering her face just so, so she can look aesthetic and queen.
edgy ≠ depicting real-life issues
edgy ≠ “tasteful” sex scenes
edgy ≠ anti slavery/racism/feminism
They also did not properly depict migrants/immigrants from that era Jewish and Gentiles, who came to Europe to have a better life, many times escaping war, famines, disease, collapsed societies, genocide and persecution.
And now over a million people are wasting their time morning GoT, like it was a "Fallen Hero of HBO/TV at large" , when it was always trash.
I knew this show was trash like in 2013-14, people need to drop this show and ask for something better then Tolkien or D&D could ever provide.
Something that cares about education on historical atrocities, mass murders, abuse, rape, mass loss of life than this stupid edgy shit.
People need to let go.
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Danny, who's the least fuck-able slather? And why is it Freddy.....is it because he smells like fire, blood, and dog sh*t?
it is certainly not Freddy, that man always knows what to do
if we are actually talking seriously, I would probably say... hmm... maybe Bubba. it's not that he's least fucka-able, but I hold some soft of respect for him, rarely talk to him and he's little too nice. I think that explains it
also, blood doesn't really smell. just pointing that out
-Danny
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