#cause I’m assuming Ty has already been and is off being an Adult

[littlefanthings]

Yeah we’re all excited that David’s Macbeth seems to be coming back in the fall but what we are ignoring in the same photo drop from Georgia is

Lookit how happy he is bringing his kids to the show 🥹

[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S5 E12 (Jaime/Hiram) - 5 Things I loved/ 3 Things to consider

5 Things I loved

1. The music selections for the Jaime to Hiram transitions were delirious and filled me with joy.  I admit up front I’ve never heard any of these songs before, so if they turn out to be a horrible kind of misappropriation or desecration or something I will feel bad. In any case - Riverdale commits to giving you a dose of the surreal every episode.  The difficulty with doing that in this episode is that  the stories being told in it are unusually straightforward, even staid, for  Riverdale.  So they went to town with the sound track.   

There’s a song  (Demolicion by the band Narco) that sounds like it’s being sung by the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Toons on a bender - it’s just rawararwrarawrar. All these songs about Hiram ‘being bad’ and mentioning the ‘devil’ are so on the nose that the nose gets broken and pushed right into the skull (the title of the song is literally Devil Devil).

2.  I love that Hermione Gomez wears huge 80s glasses that completely overwhelm her little face and yet Jaime hits on her and thinks the world of her.  It helps to have that face, I grant you, but as someone who took the Dorothy Parker quote, Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses, very very personally back in the day, I LOVE that Jaime/Hiram has no such qualms.  Did everyone notice the bust of Nefertiti that’s positioned right behind Hermione the whole time Hiram is successfully asking her out? I did and it cracked me up.

3. I loved that nothing in this story about Jaime Luna makes Hiram Lodge even a little bit sympathetic to me.  Hiram is an out and out villain, and I love that.  I’ve been sick of villain backstory narratives that are like, Bad Things Happened To This Man So We Must Identify With His Homicidal Impulses that keep coming out, but this episode didn’t do that.

a) Hiram is in so many ways a textbook abusive husband, and the only thing that distinguishes him from the more stereotypical abuser is that he doesn’t actually punch his victim (he just shoots at her using other people’s guns).  Abusers blame their victims for ‘causing’ them to commit abuse.   The same is true here. The story that Hiram tells Reggie about his life pretends to be about his father, but is actually all about the fact that it’s Hermione’s fault that he’s a gangster.  She’s the one who likes the fancy clothes and the fancy car, the one who names him Hiram Lodge,  the one who is turned on by Hiram working for gangsters, the one that goes to the gangsters (rather than his father or her mother or any other adult) to get Hiram out of jail.   It’s all her fault and she owes him.  This is in addition to his usual, You’re my wife and I own you.

I am right back to being very worried about Hermione.

b) Hiram pretends to be giving ‘life advice’ about fathers and sons to Reggie.  Hiram has direct knowledge that Marty Mantle is a piece of shit, and that Reggie has a very trouble relationship with him, and that Marty absolutely does not respect Reggie at all whatsoever (“Reggie is a fool.”)   Hiram uses Reggie and then ditches him when he’s done.   Hiram makes Reggie an accessory to murder, which nets nobody anything at this point other than Hiram’s own blood lust - and possibly tying up loose ends because Vito is someone who can correct this yarn that Hiram is spinning about his origin - then breaks his heart.  Marty Mantle is not only a dad who beat his son - he’s a dad that does not ask his son “Where did you get the money” when the son pays off a huge debt to a known criminal, and is only relieved that he’s no longer on the hook.  He also tellingly asks Reggie, “That’s what you got from my story?” indicating that this is a story rather than a testimony. 

4. I loved the very anti-straight men commentary the show keeps sneaking in.  Like, straight marriage is the worst, especially the ones that produce biological offspring, according to Riverdale.  Marty Mantle absolutely despises sex. He’s a guy who sells sexy cars to other guys for a living, and yet he hates talking about getting laid in one. He hates his beautiful sensual son, too, for being sexually successful and comfortable in his body. Both Reggie (described by the gay-bi Fangs as “very straight” even after kissing him) and Hiram (who is basically a Hermione-sexual at this point) have comically fetishistic relationships with cars and shoes, lovingly wiping down these objects at the start of each day.  All the straight men say the word “shame” several times -I’m ashamed of you/ I feel shame/ so ashamed/ shame.

5. I continue to adore “I am not in high school any more” Reggie Mantle.  Growing up to be a slightly sleazy car salesman is the one of the few character developments for Grown Riverdale that both makes sense and isn’t depressing.  Core Four, Cheryl and Polly are all extremely depressing and supportable with logic.  Toni and Fangs make out OK but they were also underdeveloped in the first four seasons. (I am too upset to talk about Sweet Pea).  I was moved by his tearing up while very quietly confronting his father, and I was moved by his boyish attempt at trying to show his new boss that he’s not just the muscle.  Oh and he’s so beautiful, did I say that already?  There’s so much face in Reggie’s face - strong brows, deep set eyes, those cheekbones, that jawline, that MOUTH. 

Three Things to Think About

a. Why is Jughead narrating this?   Jughead is unusually wrong about a lot of things in his opening narration, and I assume this is intentional.  Jughead seems to use the words hero and protagonist interchangeably, and also I guess hasn’t seen Joker because most villains and antiheros also always get their origin stories too. (There’s a theory that what we’re watching is the Betty Cooper serial killer origin story, for example).   Has Jughead not watched “Citizen Kane” because he asks “What is his rosebud?” about Hiram,  BUT WE ARE NOT TOLD.   Jughead sounds jealous of Reggie, frankly, and he’s wrong when he says Hiram collects lost souls.  What OTHER lost souls does Hiram have near him?   And who the heck is S5 Jughead Jones calling LOST?

b. What Reggie really wants to do - and possibly also Hiram - is to wear a suit and carry a briefcase.   It’s just very White Collar Aspirant that isn’t fully explored. Like, how the 50 shades of grey movie was really about sitting in a board room negotiating a contract and having pretty women in suits bring you tea -  that was the erotic highlight of that movie.   We live in capitalism, so getting to use the accoutrement of the Wall St capitalist is the true fantasy.

c.  The point of this episode that the show is making to the viewer is this: A straightforward narrative, where gangsters act like gangsters, and fathers and sons have realistic misunderstandings and conflicts, is something we’re capable of doing.  We just don’t want to. 

[smiledog15578]

Before I sleep I just wanted to post these since I feel like to understand the situation better

First image: shitty as it sounds this thing he took from one of my posts was from blue shaded. Some dude who just loves to complain about everything any youtuber does like youtubers are supposed to be saints it’s just weird. Anyways ~ I’ve said this before but Ty was blocked during this time so obviously he was stalking and he KNEW it was him cause I knew he was talking shit. However I didn’t say his name so him getting butthurt really says something that he thought it was about him (and it was! But if I didn’t wanna say his name cause 1. I respected his privacy at the time and 2. I knew he would do this ☠️

Second image: I knew exactly what the fuck he was talking about. I say this because me and a friend saw him talking about it WITH HIS NAME HANDLE ON IT so you kinda fucked your self over with this one FR. If you want to see what he said it’s on one of @chatterghosts ‘s post I reblogged it so it’s probably below this one. I also find it funny that he thought I got it from Nate and Nate (why y’all named the same that’s so funny omg SORRY OFF TRACK) when I did but also like- blue shaded isn’t a private account you can see that shit in plain sight👁👁 hello. Also of course Nate knows the full story cause he told me AFTER you had this conversation and he told me everything but anyways 🎊

Third image: that’s probably a load of bs cause after you talked shit about Ethan you talked shit about jack. Not only that you FEED on this behavior. When I was in the discord you always talked shit about jack and nit picked over the smallest faults he’s made. You being associated with blue even ONCE tells me that you are attracted to these people (not romantically obviously but you get my point). Then we go onnn about me leaving the discord. Like I had the choice to tell you? I knew you’d talk shit about me if I told you why I left and if I lied you’d find out so I did the right thing and just left for good. I blocked ty on almost every platform I knew of and ghosted that mf (like I stated earlier, he found my only account I forgot to block him because I blocked him on the rest of my accounts🤡 I’ve met too many people who will do everything to find my other accounts just so they can have their say instead of just idk... maybe leaving that person alone?). A lot of my friends told me to leave ty with a LOT of evidence and personal experiences so this wasn’t just something I did on a whim. I took the courage to do it and I’m glad I did.

Fourth image: ANOTHER BS THING. I know damn well you simped for Mark so obviously you stood up to him the most. When I was being harrassed for liking Mark and how he’s a neo Nazi (? I still think that’s utter bullshit and also what’s up with mfs assuming every German last named mf is a Nazi like dude he’s a minority why would he be a Nazi- anyways) ty was saying so much stuff about how marks a good guy and while I do agree ty kept doing this a lot. Mark was his jesus to his crazy Christian after all. He babied Mark in a weird way like I get it I get that way too but I know that Mark is a grown ass man and he has to defend himself I’m not his momma and I’m not going to be a pokimane simp to him. In one of his rants about Ethan he said that Ethan was mooching off of unus annus like HELLO?? Ethan was apart of unus annus he should be proud of it? Plus it’s not like Mark hasn’t done the same thing and of course ty hasn’t said anything about Mark cause again Mark is a saint to him so not surprising. Ethan HARDLY gets credit for being apart if unus annus so I’m glad he gets to gloat about it because bruh if I did something like that I’d be promoting it and milking it it’s YouTube what do you expect- I feel like most people in this fandom treats Ethan as Mark’s sidekick like idk he didn’t also did as much as Mark? And I don’t even WATCH Ethan as much as Mark and I think this mf deserves more credit. The Markiplier has this weird double standard between youtubers idk I just find it odd as hell. Like the time pokimane came onto cloak and everyone calling her a slut? And whore? Like bruh I hate her but come on how low can you fuckin go. THERES a lot of bs in this fandom I could talk about after being in it for 6 years but that’s for another time❤️. the way ty says “I’m sorry what I said about Ethan made YOU upset” just sounds like “I’m sorry what I said made you feel that way :/“. It’s like what he said he doesn’t even recognize was wrong and doesn’t even care that what of he might of said was insensitive and just plain not in his lane to say that shit.

Fifth image: um what 😀 I was already out of the discord so do it yourself? Like yea lemme just ask to come back in and delete them🏃‍♂️- like no fuck you maybe you shouldn’t have treated people like shit I would of but no that’s your problem now. Also bruh my BLOG? I’ve never posted shit that I’ve had from the discord (aka discord screenshots) unless I forgot but from the looks of it he’s probably implying to delete my art from my blog😀. No bitch this is my blog you damn dictator I’ll delete something when I want to you’re not my parents. Also I hate this parenting attitude he has about how I have to do it 😐. Bruh you are a 20 year old man who likes Markiplier from the Internet I don’t gotta do shit HFHFJBJBJ. My final wish was to leave you loser for good but I see sore losers don’t like to see their teammates leave for their shitty behavior lolz.

TLDR: bitches ain’t SHIT this dude has serious abandonment issues over at the time 16 year old who doesn’t even know them irl

I’d like to say I didn’t bring up the actual things people who’ve talked to me about their personal experiences cause that’s for them to speak up about and that’s their private information. I’m only talking about my experience with this creep. Like I stated before I’m sick of this dude on my dick and bring up old fights that should of been resolved like a real mature adult but I guess a 17 year old has to finish this shit and many others.

I would go on more about the Ethan situation but you’ve heard me yak a whole essay of bs so I’ll leave that on hold (unless you wanna talk about it hmu 😏) idk if I should put this in the Markiplier tag cause this isn’t really a Big M problem but more of the cesspool of the fandom problem but I just want y’all Markiplier fans to watch out for this dude and I mean it PLEASE

[agreateryesterday]

Stucky - ABO

Bottom!Steve

Inside the Lines

Settling in the Lines

Little Bumps in the Lines

A Little Outside the Lines

Way Outside Those Lines

Picking a New Color

Back Inside the Lines

Bold, Wiggly Lines

Scribbles and Broken Crayons

Somersaults and IV Lines

Broken Noses and Coloring Lines

Family Ties and Signature Lines

The Lines are Closer Than Ever

Past Lines and Future Loves

Little Wonders by Avengers_Whore

“You’d look amazing with a pup on yer hip,” he murmured, startling Steve. The blond sat up slightly and looked at him, brow furrowed. “Buck, you know I can’t-” “Yeah, yeah, Stevie, I know, but we can adopt! Just like Sam and Rhodey did with Wanda,” the alpha told him, smiling wide as he looked up at his mate. He was feeling giddy just at the thought of having a pup in their home. “Plenty of kids out there who would love to be part of our family.”

“Waffles, p’ease,” Tony murmured, laying his head on the omega’s shoulder. Steve smiled and nodded his head, carrying the little omega into the kitchen. He settled the pup onto the table and poked his nose gently, enticing a soft giggle from the boy. “Steeb, can we have choc’late chips?”“Of course honey,” the blond man said, gently tickling the boy’s side.

“Poor kid just fell down and seized right there in the exam room, totally scared the shit out of me.” Steve bolted upright, his eyes wide with panic. Tony whimpered at the sudden movement and curled into Bucky more, his little face scrunched up. The alpha tightened his hold on him and gave his omega a look.

“I wish you could be my brother, then you could stay forever,” the young pup murmured, moving around the table to hug onto Harley. The blond teen looked down at the boy with wide eyes before wrapping his arms around him and holding on tight.

“Stay away from my pup,” Bucky snarled softly, placing himself protectively between Howard and the small group of three still clinging to each other. “So you’re the one who took on my greatest failure,” the other alpha commented with a sneer. Bucky’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he got even closer into the older man’s face. “Walk away before you say something that gets you seriously hurt,” the brunet growled.

“Edward.” A shake of the head. “Benjamin.” Another shake. “Joseph.” “You’re not even trying,” Tony accused, crossing his arms over his chest. “Benjamin’s nice though. That can be his middle name.” “Oh well since you’ve already decided."

“Why do we even try to keep up with you people?” Sam grouched as he helped Steve put away everything in the kitchen. The beta was putting the glasses away in a cupboard, careful as he unpacked them from the box one by one. “Three kids and a house, I’ll never catch up.” “I don’t think it’s a competition, Sam,” Steve told him with a smile.

“You act like you’re not going to be supervised by an adult,” Harley said, cuffing the younger’s ear and smirking when the omega yelped. Since Tony was incredibly young to be in college, they’d put him in Harley’s apartment. The alpha would be able to watch out for him and since they were actually siblings, he wouldn’t be bothered by Tony going into heat. “Why do you have to crush my dreams like that?”

“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, a growl lacing his words. “Oh stop. His name is Ty and he’s a very nice, charming alpha. Just wanted you to know before you got a whiff of him and got all rutty,” the omega told him. “Do not embarrass Tony.”

“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. The brunet alpha was immediately up in Loki’s personal space, trying to intimidate and size him up all at once.

“Boyfriend, hm? A good one this time hopefully?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “The best. Harley-approved and all,” Tony told him, biting his bottom lip as he watched Loki and his father.

He looked up and came face-to-face with icy-blue eyes. The alpha had a white coat on, meaning he was a doctor.

“I-I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Tony stuttered, his face turning red the longer he looked at this alpha. The man smiled slightly and handed over some of the books before helping the omega up. “Not a problem, I was too busy looking at my phone,” the doctor told him. “Dr. Stephen Strange.”

“You have my blessing.” “Stevie!” Bucky protested. “Oh hush. You always get like this, Wade’s not even allowed in our house because you think he’s going to molest Peter,” the blond scolded his mate, swatting at the alpha. “What?” Peter asked, his voice cracking from the shock.

“You’re pregnant?” Steve exclaimed, immediately off of the couch and running over to hug the three of them excitedly. “I’m gonna be a grandma!” “Well, yes and no,” Loki said with a chuckle. “Anthony isn’t pregnant.” “Then what do you mean?” Peter asked, his brow furrowing. “Riri, you can come out now, darling,” Stephen called. Everyone watched with wide eyes as the little alpha girl came out of the kitchen, running over and hiding behind Tony’s legs.

“Honey! Babe, I’m home,” Steve called as he entered the apartment, tossing his keys onto the table by the door. He closed his door with his foot and carried the grocery bags into the kitchen. “Brock?” “Yeah, Steve, I’m comin’. I was in the bathroom,” Brock answered as he came around the corner. The omega giggled as he started pulling everything out of the bags to start putting away. He purred when arms wrapped around him from behind.

“You- You hit me!” Peter exclaimed. “You never hit me!” “I didn’t mean to! You wouldn’t get off’a me!” “‘Cause you won’t talk to me! Wade, I’m your best friend, why won’t you talk to me?” Wade growled in frustration and pulled his hood further down over his face when he caught Peter trying to look at him. He smelled of angry, anxious alpha over his unique taco and iron smell.

I'm not making any promises. by Ohlookitsabi, Stucky_Barnes

(Last updated Sep 7, 2018) 3 chapters

steve and Bucky are together, They are happily inlove... but what happens when SOMEONE tries to get in their way? (this is my first fic so I'm sorry in advance)

Popping by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)

*Finished* 2 chapters

Steve and Bucky are expecting (again, or it could be their first), and Steve hasn’t taken the changes to his body so well and with each new change, he grows more self-conscious and embarrassed of his new appearance. The latest change, he noticed one morning, is that his belly button has popped. This makes him super embarrassed not only because of how apparent it looks, but it also is very sensitive and to make matters worse, he gets razzed about it by Bucky, their kids and/or his friends.

Splintered Beginnings by angel_with_a_nuclear_bomb

*Finished* 3 chapters

HYDRA gave up on human experimentation after their 500th subject failed. They theorized that if they changed the original form to something more substantial, the project could survive. Their first subject was immensely successful, vicious yet obedient. Their second subject.... That's a little bit of a different story. But what happens when the Avengers intercept their first subject, and HYDRA's house of cards slowly begins to to fall? *STARRING* Bucky as a chunky wolf Steeb as a tiny wolf and Bucky as a traumatized human Steeb as an even more traumatized human

It's been a long day without you, my friend by AyeeItsJaee

(Last updated Nov 24, 2019) 1 chapter

Packs are the most important thing to Steve. Ever since he was a child he believed he would form a pack with Bucky. And then the war and the serum happened. the two hardly got to even speak. Bucky fell off of the train and Steve crashed in the ice, he thought he was dead. He sometimes wished they never found him. He didn't have his Alpha. Everything changed when hydra attacked Nick Fury and Steve found him again. Bucky was alive. He was alive and taking care of a fourteen year old while is aunt was in the hospital.

Date Night by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)

*Finished* One Shot

“You feeling okay?” “I’m fine,” Steve assured him, “Just Braxton Hicks.” Bucky looked surprised at that. “I’ve been having them off and on all day, it’s no big deal.” “Is it bad?” he pressed. “We can go home if you’re not comfortable, y’know.” “I’m fine, Buck.” Steve squeezed Bucky’s hand. “Really, it’s okay. Just means my body’s getting ready and all. It’s nothing to be worried about.” Bucky looked unsure but dropped it once Steve began looking over the menu. Steve was glad for it - he didn’t want Bucky to have to spend their night together worrying himself over Steve. Steve could take care of himself.

The Same Star by Annaelle, dolarhyding, Juulna

*Finished* 6 chapters

The year is 2117—nearly 100 years after the Third World War and 50 years after the discovery of the Alpha-Omega gene mutation—and the United Research Space Agency has landed its first manned mission on the recently discovered tenth planet, named Gaia. On this planet, there are now seven souls—that they know of—led by URSA’s finest, most driven Captain; an Omega named Steve Rogers and his loyal Alpha, Bucky Barnes. The mission—a dream mission, a mission the entire population of Earth follows with bated breath—will soon become a nightmare for all involved. The mission is hastily aborted when a freak storm of unimaginable proportions hits suddenly, forcing the team to leave the surface of the planet—all but one. Bucky Barnes is left behind, assumed dead by all, even his grief-stricken Omega. The vast distance between them increases every minute, and it might be more than he—and his mate—are capable of handling. With such distance, it is only a matter of time before Separation Sickness takes them and makes them lose control—the one thing Steve, leader of the Gaia Exploration Crew, cannot afford to lose.

Remember Dreams by Stuckylover4ever

(Last updated July 22, 2020) 11 chapters

In a world where Beta rules the world, Alpha's and Omega's are trying to survive. Going to a college would be hard enough for Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Peter Parker if they weren't dealing with being Omegas in a world where Omega's aren't allowed much. Each one of them is dealing with a pregnancy on top of Steve's health issues. As much as Tony Stark loved his daughter, he didn't want to be a stay at home dad. While he didn't mind it, Tony wanted to have a good education as well. Beta's are known to be given everything while being allowed to do what they want. Alpha's, on the other hand, are required to go to college, get a good job, then settle down. Omegas are only allowed to have families. Going to college isn't allowed for them, and if they do go, then they are looked down upon. Follow them as they learn to love, dream, and change the world. Each one of them has a story to tell, and they want to tell it. Life is hard, but when you are told what you are supposed to do, then life get's harder.

honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394, raynaki

*Finished* 17 chapters

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA. Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI. Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further. Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Fairy Tales Are Lies We're Told So That We Keep Dreaming by Fallen_Ash

(Last updated June 20, 2019) 5 chapters

This is a story about a group of friends, who came together in the most unlikely of situations, to battle for what they believe is right.

So the Story Says by monsterradio

*Finished* One Shot

A prophecy once said that a warrior with scales for skin and fire for breath would tie with a prince of a kingdom so vast it spanned half the land. Alpha King of Dragons, James, thought it was just a story whispered around a fire until a crow came from the kingdom of Shield, hailing the coming of age of their Omega heir.

What the Doctor Ordered

Conflict of Interest

In Equal Measure

Be Your Alpha if You Wanted

Coming to Terms at the Turn (of the decade) by sarahyellow

*Finished* One Shot(s), 4 chapters

Steve is a sickly adult omega who lives under the custody of the state in the 1940's. He's always insisted on riding out his heats alone but after the disaster that was his last cycle he is forced to choose: pair with one of OmegaHouse's support alphas, or undergo a therapeutic procedure to fulfill his heat.

Much to Steve Roger's chagrin, a handsome new alpha is assigned to his hall at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse.

Things in the House haven't changed too much in the past year and a half. Well... some things have. Steve's turned eighteen now, he's started courses at the community college. Alexander Pierce has been elected the 33rd president of the United States. Oh, and James/Bucky? He's Steve's hall alpha and he's kind of growing on him. Until he isn't.

Another look into the lives of Steve Rogers and James (Bucky) Barnes at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse. Steve and Bucky are still diametrically opposed.

Things've been confusing between them ever since his heat. Bucky had given Steve what he’d needed, and Steve’s been feeling indebted to him ever since. He’s got newfound respect for Bucky. And… maybe something else. He hasn’t put a name to it yet, has been too afraid to. But it’s been plaguing his thoughts. According to House rules it’s probably inappropriate, but neither one of them knows what to do about it.

Post: Part 4

[killianmesmalls]

I truly believe Jack deserves to be forgiven by the Winchesters. Sam, I think, may have already fully forgiven him, though they have some conversations to have, so it is mostly Dean we can see being on the fence of whether he will or not. My (personal) thoughts and feelings below the cut if anyone may be interested. 

First, we have to address the obvious factor of Jack’s lack of a soul and how recent a development that was for him when he accidentally killed Mary. I can see people being of two minds about it: either soulless Jack is no longer truly the same Jack and therefore should be treated separately, or he is still essentially himself and all actions involving him with or without a soul should be taken into consideration while weighing what he deserves. If it’s the first and soulless Jack is an entirely different person from regular Jack, then once his soul was restored he should not be held accountable for his previous actions. However, that seems to not be the consensus, either for myself or most others, so let’s dive into why taking everything into consideration still warrants forgiveness. 

While it is easy to forget, especially since he adapts and learns easily, we need to remember that Jack is still incredibly young. Though he’s able to understand some adult concepts and handle complex situations, often he needs guidance or time to truly process information he’s given or the world around him. He knew a lot very quickly thanks to what he was able to obtain from his mother while developing in the womb, but we see from a number of incidents that this doesn’t expand as far as we sometimes assume—he doesn’t understand most pop culture references, social cues, certain adult concepts such as sex, or even some basic skills like (arguably, at first) tying his shoes and blowing bubblegum. What he’s had to deal with in such a short period of time is absolutely overwhelming, and almost everything he’s done since the moment he was born was to protect and help his family: the Winchesters and Cas. From his search for Mary to losing his grace to being willing to kill himself if needed to burning off his grace in order to keep saving them, his driving force has always been to do what he can for those he loves. 

Unfortunately, he’s learned the Winchester way of self-sacrifice. He put himself in harm’s way in order to locate Mary, trying to handle Lucifer and protect Sam, and repeatedly saw losing his part of his soul as a necessary risk if it meant saving his family. That being said, while he saw it as a risk, I truly believe Jack was also incredibly scared of losing his soul. Not only because of what Cas warned him about, but he’s carried with him since he was born this fear of being evil and knowledge now that having a soul might be keeping him from crossing a line he never wanted to cross. 

Sadly, he crossed it. 

I should say that I feel zero sadness for the loss of Nick, though I do agree with Mary that torture was absolutely out of line and also something Jack with a soul would never have done. However, a newly soulless child (in many ways) looking into the face of the man who looked like Lucifer and was now trying to bring him back—the father who tried to kill him and did steal his grace for himself while threatening to end the world and forced him to choose between killing Sam or himself—is hardly in control of his emotions. It wasn’t that long ago that Jack accidentally yeeted a tattoo artist thanks to feeling one of his first experiences of pain, or kept losing control of his powers when he got upset or scared. To assume Jack, soul or no soul, was these days in control of himself fully is unfair to him. 

So, while being confronted with the idea that a fear he’d been harboring for a while now had come true and someone he cared about deeply was now telling him something was wrong, that his adoptive father figures would be worried about his behavior, and he’s not okay, he understandably experienced what I would say was a panic attack. That, plus what had to be the influence of angel radio, completely threw off any sense of calm he had been struggling to keep. 

Now, I do not believe Mary deserved what happened at all. Before anyone says otherwise, I want to establish that right now. She completely did not deserve to be killed, and this is discussing Jack and his emotions and actions, or my interpretation of them, and not hers. With that in mind, as someone who has suffered panic attacks before, anyone repeatedly insisting on a serious and stressful conversation rather than providing space only provides to heighten the stress. So, soulless, stressed, and still without full control of his actions if he becomes overly emotional, he accidentally had a temper tantrum. Sadly for him, his tantrums don’t end in punching a hole in a wall or flopping on the floor of a Target screaming because he didn’t get what he wanted. It results in the complete obliteration of a human being. A human being we have to remember he loved and saw as a sort of maternal figure. There is nothing about his actions before, during, or after that indicate to me that what happened was at all intentional.

Immediately after the burst of emotion caused Mary’s demise, Jack exhausted all of his options to bring her back. While he didn’t truly feel emotions the same way, if at all, he had enough of an idea still of what guilt, remorse, and love were to try his best to bring her back. In what other times can we recall that someone killed someone and literally scanned heaven and earth for a chance to fix what they had broken? 

On top of that, we cannot discount his manipulation by Duma and Chuck for their own ends. In spite of this, he still accepted his fate gracefully, showing absolutely no anger or resentment toward Dean for the decision he was making nor the actions of putting him in the box and all that went into that incident. 

I’m sure I can speak more to all of the above or more, but for now these are my thoughts and feelings and I am looking forward to the possibility of a good family moment where forgiveness and closure finally happen. 

[starring-movies]

Killing Eve: Episode Analysis

*SPOILERS*

Season 1, Episode 2 - I’ll Deal With Him Later

We begin with Villanelle’s kill in Bulgaria, and speaking with her target he asks her “who are you?”, to which she replies “huge question”. This is indeed a huge question for Villanelle and one where finding the answer to it is another theme for her throughout the series.

Amongst the disguises she uses for her jobs, ‘Villanelle’ as we know her is really only a perfectly preened facade which she inhabits and created to hide and bury ‘Oksana’. A facade that she has spent the majority of her adult life building up and we see start to crack and break down at the end of Season 2 and during Season 3.

For the first time we also see her looking bored or perhaps unfulfilled after completing a job. We see her boredom discussed in S2E6 and the lack of fulfilment from her job in Season 3, but this reaction is slightly confusing at this moment, since she doesn’t have the same reaction to killing Carla later on in the episode. I’m not quite sure why this might be, maybe because the man’s question about her identity and his question about who she works for got her thinking. We know that although she doesn’t seem bothered about these questions at first, as soon as Konstantin mentions her family is alive [S2E8] and Eve questions who she works for [S1E5], Villanelle does want to explore these things further.

There are a few funny moments here that tie into each other. During Eve and Carolyn’s breakfast meeting, Eve panics because she says “I thought you were going to pull out all the pictures we took of Frank eating”. Initially this is a weird comment that doesn’t make any sense, but its not until we see frank aggressively eating his chips in S1E5 that we find out why this is the case.

When Carolyn takes Eve to the Trafalgar Office, Carolyn apologises to Eve saying, “excuse the smell”, and soon after Kenny comes in and also says “sorry about the smell”. In the temporary base in Russia, Carolyn again apologises using the exact same words that Kenny used previously, “sorry about the smell”. Amusingly, from Bear’s comment about Kenny in S3E2, that “he had started wearing deodorant”, we can assume that poor Kenny was the cause of the smell.

Although he sometimes acts questionably in his relationship with Villanelle, we can see that Konstantin does seem to have some genuine care for her. He only wants her to get assessed to protect her, so she won’t get signed off for the next job because he can see she is playing up and acting erratically. He tells her in S1E7, “do you know how many times I had to argue to get you another chance?”, and since The Twelve were originally not going to break Villanelle out of the Russian prison, we can probably assume she would have been terminated.

In any other show the reason for Villanelle having a preference for speaking English over her native language would have just been glossed over as a ‘just because’ element to her character, or would have been explained in some exposition. However, like everything else, Killing Eve goes that one step further in their attention to detail and in the assessment scene we are told why this is the case for Villanelle. Except for his initial greeting, after Konstantin tells him she won’t speak Russian, the only thing the ‘psychologist’ says to Villanelle in Russian is his question about if she still has dreams about Anna. Demonstrating that not speaking Russian and Anna are linked and therefore Anna is the reason Villanelle no longer speaks Russian.

When the faceless picture with dark, voluminous, curly hair is shown to Villanelle, it is another reaction that is quite difficult to discern. She looks obviously affected and uncomfortable, the psychologist says the picture is Anna and Villanelle then says it’s her mother, but then says she’s joking because her mother had “really thin, shitty hair”. We know Villanelle has strong reactions to being reminded of Anna, so that is obviously one of the reasons for her discomfort. The mention of her mother might have been an unsuccessful attempt at a joke for deflection (like she does with the pictures of the dog and the man).

Or Villanelle saying the picture was her mother might have also been truthful. When we meet Villanelle’s mother in S3E5, her hair doesn’t seem to be particularly “thin” or “shitty”, its lighter in colour than Anna’s but still quite voluminous; so perhaps the picture did remind Villanelle of her mother, which contributed to her discomfort, but she said she was joking to try to cover up her accidental moment of vulnerability. It also could have been that it was not just being reminded of only Anna or only her mother, but of both of them - both were parental or parental-like figures who let her down and didn’t care for her in the way that they should have.

The drawing, however, was most likely Eve. Konstantin must have found the drawing after Villanelle had done the Kasia kill, when Villanelle had been obviously struck by Eve and killed the whole hospital room of people. Konstantin obviously thought the image was of Anna since we know he knew of Villanelle’s relationship with her, and because of Villanelle acting out at the hospital and then finding the drawing of someone he knows Villanelle is deeply affected by, that’s what caused him to want to get Villanelle off her jobs for a bit. However, Konstantin wasn’t aware that Villanelle had met Eve, who has the same hair, right before she killed all those people. However, because the image is faceless, the drawing could easily have been from being reminded of her mother, Anna, Eve, or a culmination of them all.

We get another example of Villanelle’s mimicking when she uses the dolphin-like laugh that she heard on the radio while out on her walk with Sebastian.

With Sebastian she’s obviously not herself; she’s in character using the fake laugh, not answering some of his more personal questions and she tells him her name is Julie. Nevertheless she does seem to make some effort in her attempt to do something normal; she makes conversation with Sebastian, listens to him talk about himself, she calls him her boyfriend to Konstantin and she tells Sebastian about Konstantin trying to stop her from doing her job (although she changes the details of the scenario to working in the perfume industry).

However, seeing the woman who looks like Anna cuts Villanelle’s attempt at normality short. Villanelle is so focused on the woman that she turns her whole upper body towards her and this is so noticeable that Sebastian even asks her if she knows her. Being reminded of Anna also causes Villanelle to abandon the walk to go back to Sebastian’s appartment.

Sebastian and Niko are also portrayed as very similar having caring, doting attitudes and being much softer natured than Villanelle and Eve. Sebastian is worried Villanelle is hurt when he first meets her, he brings her arnica for the bruise on her face, tells her he’s never going to hurt her and asks her if he wants her to stay when Konstantin is over. Villanelle’s relationship with Sebastian reflects Eve’s relationship with Niko and the problems in that relationship, through the similarities between the two men and the two women. Also highlighted is how Villanelle and Eve are more suited to each other - as Villanelle points out in S2E6 that Niko is “too normal” for Eve.

We see Bill’s struggle in adjusting to working under Eve and losing his authority. He says “you’re kidding me” and “you asked her first?” to Eve when he sees Elena, as well as telling Eve that “you can’t lead a team with assumptions, it’s not how it’s done”. The undermining and disapproving tone of these comments was probably because Bill was Eve’s boss and Elena was two levels underneath him, when working at MI5 - we saw the visual representation of their work hierarchy with the croissant in S1E1. (I discuss this in more detail in one of my previous posts about Eve that you can read here).

This shot of Eve and Bill speaking with each other after Eve had to chase after Bill is a visual representation of Bill and Eve’s close friendship, and makes the emotional ramifications of Bill’s death on Eve in the next episode even more impactful to the audience. The shot is very wide and highlights all the negative space around Bill and Eve, who are standing close together to each other, showing their isolation from the rest of the world but emphasising how they still have each other despite this.

When Eve goes to the toilet after being undermined by Bill, we see how struck she was with her encounter with Villanelle, as the act of tying up her hair reminds her of this moment and she gives almost exactly the same expression as she ponders the memory. Eve also doesn’t tie her her back up but continues to “wear it down” while discussing the case, just like Villanelle told her to.

While preparing her disguise to kill Carla, Villanelle says “bonjour Claudine” while holding up her outfit. This is another instance showing us that Villanelle’s disguises for her jobs aren’t just a mask she puts on, but whole characters with individual personalities that shes inhabiting.

Villanelle and Eve have the exact same expression as one another when they both realise that they’ve already met each other, and not only that they’ve met each other but, also that the person they’re both searching for is someone they’ve already met and someone who they both felt a connection with immediately.

Additionally, Eve runs her hands through her hair when she tells Bill “I think I’ve met her”.

A small detail - while Villanelle is searching on the internet for ‘Eve Polastri’, ‘La Marseillaise’ is playing on Villanelle’s laptop from the memory stick Sebastian gave as a gift to her. ‘La Marseillaise’ is the French national anthem and a very thoughtful gift since Villanelle told Sebastian on their walk that she likes national anthems.

You can read my previous Killing Eve posts here:-

The First Introduction to Villanelle

The First Introduction to Eve

S1, E1 - Nice Face

S1, E3 - Don’t I Know You?

S1, E4 - Sorry Baby

S1, E5 - I Have a Thing about Bathrooms

S1, E6 - Take Me To The Hole!

S1, E7 - I Don’t Want to Be Free

S1, E8 - God, I’m Tired

S2, E1 - Do You Know How to Dispose of a Body?

S2, E2 - Nice and Neat

S2, E3 - The Hungry Caterpillar

S2, E4 - Desperate Times

S2, E5 - Smell Ya Later

S2, E6 - I Hope You Like Missionary!

S2, E7 - Wide Awake

S2, E8 - You’re Mine

S3, E1 - Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey

S3, E2 - Management Sucks

S3, E3 - Meetings Have Biscuits

S3, E4 - Still Got It

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 1]

S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 2]

S3, E6 - End of Game

S3, E7 - Beautiful Monster

S3, E8 Are You Leading or Am I? [Part 1]

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[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars:         Season 2

      Episode 1 Holocron Heist

We just   had     a heist

[One   nonsense    enough    to knock    me into   nonsensical   incoherent      rambling...]

    Two

Okay...

I’m prepared...

To do.   nonsense...

  Urgh

   Okay..

[Title      Screen]

  [Woah!]

    ....  ..    

Aight

    Okay

A lesson learned,    A lesson earned

Oh..

     That         snapped me out of it,

     A lesson earned                  is           a lesson earned

        [you don’t need a        person to tell you     basic         common sense                                you can figure out yourself]

  ....

   Assumed authority is     bullshit                                       Don’t need to                                    earn any-      [Sorry,              Still           Recov-       er-         ing           From           Last          ep-        Isode]

                  Okay...

                   Any-way

                   Jedi on a                        planet                             . .

                     Some-how                         tr                            ap                               ped                                 -                          Surrounded                               Clones                                  -                                Right-                                     -                           Why?

                           Like - if you needed parts-

                           Okay-

                             I’m                                  in  

                               -terested

                                 Any way...

                                     Wait                                      cruisers?  

                                      Gun   ships?                                                                   R-escue

                                       Oh                                              wait-

                                          That’s                                              Good

                                            Oh                                                  No,

                                              It’s                                                    Plo..

Jokes       About       How       He      Got       His      Men      Blown      Up                         Just                                gonna                                 put                                   this                                 over                                 here

                              Been a                                 while

Also Hey     yeah      what         is         he        doing         here?

  Doesn’t         he       have      Jedi        things        to       do?

      Get           a         new         fleet?

        I mean                th-            (Don’t                Condone               Child               So-                L                diers!)

  But    every     time       it’s     always    Obi-Wan      and    Anakin    because        all         the           rest        of          them        are         too        busy

     So             What-

     Alright          -          Whelp           -          I      don’t       care         —-

   Whelp          —        Ex-plo          —         Is      this       just       going         to       be       an     action        piece?        (Nothing       wrong        with           that;           just        need           a      different      mindset,)

     From          the     applications             of        child       soldiers           -          To          Shoot-

    -Why?

      It’s-       Nice-

-Droids

   Plo-

 General-

     ?

Ev-

Neat-

Good-

 Whelp-

  Grab ‘em to the medic        And Go!

   (Seriously       Windu figured this out yesterday.)

    Grunts

    You’d         think        the Jedi would give the      order?

Seriously,         Good miss,          Five           Min-           Got          Some           One-          Killed

   “ Asoka,”

   First Asoka       mention in the first five minutes

                                [maybe they got her character                                     better.]

                                  -Jungle

                                    You sent-                                         A child

                                    That                                        Logically can’t improvise                                      ...                                              Into                                              a jungle

                                      ....

                                      The  

                                     Fuck    

                                    Skywalker?                                     

Con-tact      Her        -         Dead      -       She’s very likely      dead-       -      Anyway       -        Hope   Anakin     taught       her    those    moves-       -      That’s       a      lot       of     emotion          -           In        the        movements;         Again;

     Monotonous,           Stunted,            Robo              Tot              -ic

         That’s                How              Child-

Nope-

   Tone’s          Off

So,         just           to           go            over;

       1. Tone ❌        2.  Dia-                  Log                   Ue- (?)

        3. Move               -ment    ❌

              I’m hop-

Extract-

     Taught-  

     Okay- 

     Teach         -ing   s

     Aight           Mary          Sue-

      I’m        sorry         but         the        light          is       literally       coming         out!

      Whelp-

      Okay-

        So it’s Ahsoka an    adult yet?

         Like that can be explained away as   acco-untability

          Otherwise,     she should   have a hard time        with        one       Droid!

      (No wait didn’t Obi-Wan just call her                  ‘young one ‘)?

                 Nope!

           Movie, get over there in your               shame corner

  That-        Was painful       over-      reacting

 And         Focus-

   I    Don’t        -      You    couldn’t      have     forced          it     more             if     you    tried         -

        The             Force-           d cha-          nge i          -n         Perspective           Not      Apprec  -iate      D-        . . .    .      Moving         on

  Whelp        ...

    Get            In          -

   That’s           a      direct      order-         -

  “Can’t-”

   Nope!

   That’s            It-

   Tone ❌

   Dialogue; ❌,?

   Move;   ❌    Ment

  Turn in your bad  

  writing card,    

   Movie

   ❌

 (Not a series strike,        Just             A          “Fuck         You,          Strike

          On the            Movie                 And,                This            Chara              -cter

                               (We just had such a good-

                                              Maybe; it gets better?

                                                                               Skipped ahead;                                                                                          It doesn’t

                                                                                       Sigh-

                                                                              *Puts on earmuffs

                                                                                 Meta-phorically

Aight      Back        To       19:06      (Original      time     stamp;           Play

*Think

 Friendly      Fire-

 Nvm

*Thing      Ex-plodes

   In-       stantly

Whelp-     

 You   called       her   before      a   council            ??

   Child          -ren          Can’t          Think           -

Okay

        Movie

       Children                  can’t                         think-

    From ag-

      “This is-”. 

       It should                    be   

         -But                           The              writers                        -                refuse                      to                  write                                  her                                   as                                   child                           -       

The       Pro-

“I-

The          Pro-            Blem         As         the     story       seems   to         be        placing            the               Jedi            on            a            high          pedestal     

        .....                Their             actions               here                as              reasonable       

           .....                         But                          it’s                  not                            ...                If Ahsoka was a child it would be a cruel use of power showing how used only to put the younger generation down before they’re                  old enough to understand it

              And how they’ve given Anakin the illusion of power   

                  -Boomer                               Bait

              If she’s an adult;                           This would be a show of        how             she’s childified by her peers

               As it stands;       

               The writers refuse to chose

Concerning,  due to the fact that  

Child-ify                 Ing            An                Adult       ......    Is    Wrong

  And      adult-ify        ing        a       child       is    wrong         ...      

  Un        equivocally,

Tally    Of       How     Many       Times       Ahsoka-        Is        Adult          -ify          Ied-           ;     

      This is necessary

 [Excuse for odd formatting           The “Movie”,                (Under the                picture)                  Caused                    Tumblr                    To                  heck                   up                  my               spacing)

           Continuing                   on;

“Time    away      from     the      battle-       field,”

  Good,        For          A        Child       Solider        -     (And   would’ve     been       a     good     show      that      any     kind   -ness     from     them       is   performative           ...

                   “Guard duty,”

Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-         1

 Cite;      Child     ren    Don’t       have     that    much   emotion,        Nor    Pre-      fer      ence-        -

                 “Longer                       now,”

                    Dick                         —-                     Kinda

                     It’s                          better                            for                           children                             not                              to                               be                                in                              battle                                  —

                              So                                 not                                     a                                  complete                                    dick...

                                But                                   not                                    optimal...

                                 “Sorry”

So he said by people who don’t wanna take accountability for their actions and just stop doing the thing and     stop bringing the toxins into the world                                  

Point;     If you    were sorry    you would       stop     doing it,       stop     bringing         it        up,       and            do      better...     —-       Trying         to       control         the      narrative         isn’t          nice          (When           the          truth            is        objective)

       Only           the           self           may            be          both             .....

Security      -

  “Knowledge,”

    *Bag-age

      “Hm,”

  . .. .

   ...

...

Fisto  

...

 In-side

 St-upid      Forbid       Den    

Know-ledge

   (It’s likely   about     plants        Or      Weapons)

Also;

     Boomer         Bait!    

     (That’s something they offer younger         generations to follow their           stupid outdated tradition)

      It’s always          worse...

     (Also, this isn’t about Ahsoka trying to steal the         Holocon thing is it?

      Because her character is already                                                  -hateable- enough

        And if she has enough initiative             to steal the holocon

          - She’s an adult

           And should              be allowed entrance             anyway

          “Jedi            Council,”

             So,                  lady was a Jedi?

               Aight,

                Keeping an eye                     on that                        ...                  Aight                       -   

                 No

                 Went through one.                     drug trip

                   Already

                   .....

                 [Okay...

                ..Got                   a Drink                  of water                   ——                        Interrupt                     -ion

                  Wait I thought he was just a                     ball of                     fuck your plot

                  You’re telling me he actually works                      for                       Palpatine?

After   threaten       ing      Palpatine?

   This      dude           -        fucking         drug           trip            -

...Ser     vices

    I       honestly       thought          he         was             a          [fuck           your          shit]            guy

Now    he’s      a     de   tec- tive

Noir    ....

Movie     that’s      too      many     genres        .....

  You-     need       to    slow   down      .

          Your main            Chara-                   Isn’t                 Even               Esta-                    Blish                      -ed                      Prop                          er                         Ly

            Nevermind                    the           characterization

                 Note if it had been established he changes things every so often that would be neat

                 As                   it stands

               This                  dude is a                 fecking roller coaster

             Not any                thing                resembling                   good

[Giving    your      aud-   ience     a       drug   trip   isn’t   good   writing]

      It makes        them         dizzy!]

      So...       

    Holocron

    Like Palpatine is literally doing this just to fuck over       Ahsoka?

     Also, this is going to result in Ahsoka    being     unchild     -like       To take them out      too?

   I’ll get the -      counter     ready

[yes I have seen it    literally            every   Mall cop/ security guard movie   ever

The   fun     .    seeing how your    (Good)    chara      cters         -     interact     with      the   scenario          -       That’s      not   happening       here        -          If she was a child this would show how    Anakin‘s orders react with the environment

    If       she’s      an    adult;        We’re working through a checklist;         About        what we know about         her;

      Likes, dislikes, how they might come up in a   situation...

       The suspension...            coming when they do

With      Ahsoka...

  What do we know about her?

   Honestly?

    We know she likes         fighting         (Already in enabler of toxic behavior           -against other living beings)

       We know literally       nothing else about          her

       Except...

      That she’s      perfect...

Re-moving         All      Tension;

  Deal

I’m surprise he just wasn’t like    oh      yeah      sure,”

   [Ditches         with       the money]

    ...         ..

   Oh they’re actually talking   strategy

   Usually it’s just         ‘fuck em’ up            And that’s all             we ever           hear

Er-

Whelp-     Yodi’s    dead

Alas,       Poor      Narc

[assuming he can actually sense     disorder in the ranks]

 Gen.      Leader      Ship.      Tox

 He should know     he shouldn’t be doing that

  Focusing     on him       self

    And        practic        ing     accountability          ....       Constantly     micromanaging           and      checking            in            on             your           peers                   ..            Isn’t           going          to make             them           more           likely           to be       accountable..

        It’s         going            to          piss         them             off              ...

      Your (evident) distrust creating a toxic environment              As you were refused to               trust their   char   -acter

  You can’t give me   respect the guy that was just snooping      (Through the whole   uni-verse)

      That’s           the         point...

         A         dis-turbance          in the force

     Yeah?

     Intruders there will   be

     Okay, bullshit       he can see that

   Like;           Peri-pheral            Okay

    (Still tox that you don’t expect your peers          in a peripheral.          to be able to hold             accountability)

But this is galaxies     away        (Ac-tually.    on    Corousant)

  But.      He         Should        n’t       Know        That-

  ‘The      Narcs    pulling    authority     again,       master,”

  “Shh,       this         is         what         we        train-    I mean groom -        you         for!,”

     “But          You            Said,”

      (Con-tinuing             Earl-ier,)

   [Seriously        I meant to bring it up                                earlier,

             But are they really inhabiting                      Zero the hutt’s                         old hotel]

Like it could just be a Noir hotel

 But the positioning       and location         seem         familiar             . . .

     Tell        me...

    Who          the       frick           is          this?            ?

   “What            you        are      doing      back      there?”

    ...   ..

  Aight...

 Assis      -tance

    God          Lord,           He’s           Try             -ing

        -

    Main     tenance

     If I don’t idea   (who this guy was )or what was going on    then maybe that would make sense

       As it stands,             Nope,

        Crash-               es

        What’s             that?

         ....

       What?

       Seriously.             all he did was put another thing into another thing?

        ???

        ...

      Aww, he actually trusts           Bane..

    Thank you         ...

    Door..

    Techno         Service         ...       Droid

     As in a      “tech      -nical  service droid?          (Rt          (IT)     Tech             Guy?

     Or a technical     assistant         (One made of       tech)?

      (Or one specializing in    techno dance moves?)

     Also   is he supposed to get them      in?

  Is    that thing?

 They-   didn’t     really     establish     much-

 Butler      Droid...

Change?

 Todo...   “You are what I say    you are,”

Roomba- kicker

Also, having a roommate is just straight up       detective fiction...

 Like     buddy-cop detective but still     detective

  With noir,      Which       is supposed to be focused on independence        Dis(trust) in society        Which is       admittedly       (toxic)

   Or         seems          to be

     Those two   themes...

          Directly contra-      dictory

[with   Griev-      ous     they       made       it    work,     But     he   wasn’t      this    -         ]

“Uh,”

You    are    not   “The   Doctor,”       -      [that work      ed as    manif-   estation      Of    Greiv-     Ous’s      Toxic    Be-      Hav       -ior-         And      Human      Want        For        Com-        Pan    Ion-        Ship        -       Or         At        Least-      Vul-          Ner-          Aba-              ili            Ty-           -           This          Guy            -          So far he’s a       n(e)igh        invulnerable       Douche          Bag            -            With           No            -thing          Humane-            -           Not           quite      Ahsoka         levels              -       Intend       -ed           To be          an adult            -          Just-            -            Really needing to go     ham -           On the arrogance            And            inhumanity               (He sold his soul for      money- But makes it look      so good- what                    he                   does-                  Gets a sick       kinda  enjoyment from it,”)

             That’s how you   have,  to pull it off

             As it stands;    there’s      no    emotion     with      this    character

Is   the   robot   supposed to be like his   morality pet?

But he’s a   dick to   him   too

Really   he gets nothing   from me

How do even in the    “I-don’t-feel-anything-I’m-so-edgy-and-cool     look at me!’

  Vibes

   There’s nothing     fun...

   Yeah you can throw all the   ...clichés         you want in there

   [But that doesn’t work       if you don’t use them          properly]

     [I see the team up        with a female bounty       -hunter]

    [Predictable         “I work Alone...]           The only thing          those stories               share

            In minute]

But ‘once the effect of’   ‘wow that’s a lot of things.    Has worn off

 The story and character left   heartless

“Non-of- your       Bus-        iness,”

  Doesn’t have the     cockiness to make it      work

  [this isn’t    power-         Ful-]

    Down       right        ..cringe

      As it tries to shove shove two genres.. .    At least...        That don’t          Quite          .work                ...

        Least not the   way they’re trying to make them     work  

.....

..Today

 It’s noir

 The point is      no one’s          in a    good mood.. ...

Aight,

Wasn’t that-

Also,   shouldn’t      he    know-

 Based on how      open-     She     is-      To un-     veiling        her       mask..

   - -

   Robot

So sh-   ouldn’t she ask the robot to leave the room?

(If it’s such a big deal     to her?”)

   He can just run their       face through a     face scan       no?

 Mid-rim

   I thought he didn’t have a way   in?    [That’s a   pretty pathetic   way in.. .]

    [Palpatine’s      screwing           with            him]

       [Giv           -ing            Him             a          hard          time         and       satis    -iating           -          The    ab-    omin-      ations    desire      for    blood🎵,

    Two      birds,         one       stone,

     Also,       Movie,           That’s           the       wrong      amount         of      planning           for        the      wrong      genre          -        We don’t care how the   bank ro    -bbers      Art      -thieves

      Got           There

       This           isn’t           Heist              -           [Money           Heist,              Not              Terr-              Esc]             Got              It           Wrong              [Pre              dict-                   The                  Plot-]               Last                Time.                -

           The                 Focus              isn’t           Character              building-                  - it’s the                   ‘out of depth                     characters reaction to the                    scenario,’

And the wacky hijinks that    ensue

 Using their   talents...    

   Contrast-      ed against the environment        (Mall        cop        example]     

     Which seems to be the best       fit

   Stealing         the-  Holocron-           -         WHAT WAS THE         PURPOSE-

        Well-                At least they ack          -now-ledged                 Planning          really isn’t part of the subset,

                 Good                    (For them?)

                Aight                    Impossible                     ...

             What are the              emotions?

           [like they              literally.             just through in                   the              “the only place...”

             Why..?

             So quick rehash                    (Sorry                      but I can feel the                        drug                          trip coming through,)

                      (Effects-                             Of                            Dealing-                           With                              (bad) excess character;

                         (Deserts                               Metal...)

                       [Refresh]

                       He has a map of the Jedi temple                            Chip                            (Oh so that’s what that-                              (Isn’t he                            still-)  

                    [Changlin’]

                     Aight

                 Bog

                  [Refresh                        End]

                  [Voice                       acting?

                  [Mouth                         sync]

                      ...                        ..                      Aight

                      ..

                    In                         Tru-

      ��            Maybe                       take                        the                       teen- off guard duty

                     A thought

                    [but-seriously

                       No high                           Alert?

                        Only these   two..?

                        Info-     -Mation

                      Baggage

Seriously money would be a better   option

                        Or       just    street     cred

                     (Adult) humans,                         Aren’t that Liniar...

                    Any way...

                    East   Tower                          ....

  Well that’s better than some   dusty    old     books        -      Holos

  (Seriously at least that’s   present    baggage.)

  Whelp

   Nobody       notices         this       bullshit!

       On a supposedly          secure a       military          base            ....        ...

      Also in the Mid- day break           fecking           daylight!               (With the         hiest it made sense,                 That was a hostage                 political situation                Meant                  to draw in a huge                                              crowd;

               How?

              Cool                   Alright,

               Hey                   isn’t                   she                supposed                     to                      be                    standing                      still?

                 (Guard)

                  Doing patrols?

                   Like                       no                    emotion,                       Face                     Forward,                    Professiona                  -lism

                Not                 Greeter

             (Didn’t they literally call it       guard duty?)

              Like just say you’re sending her to   library service...

              Assis                  -tance

              Again,                  Wrong                     Field...

              They’d                    be                  talking                     to                    the                  library                   helper                    (Official)                      Con-

                 Bother

Not   how a   child   reacts Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-         2/3  

   Cite;      Asoka       shows    intentional       over involvement      instincts        more       befitting          of          an          adult            ....

     Good

     Fully    understand        able      reaction          (Kinda)

    (Don’t          yell         at       children)

      Don’t      over involve       yourself             in          the          future            ....

    (But if you’re an        over-         involv         ed         and           (un-)childlike       abomination              (Getting          shoved             for              this                is               likely                 going                  to               happen)

              Dude was actually nicer than       an adult

             Enabler

             (Rule                    Of                    Excess                   Society;                    While                   excess                  verbalization                         is                      ex-                  pected,                   Getting                   in                     someone’s                   way                    (non-sport                        Ing-)                         (Or con     -ferr       ed-)            U-pon

                       Is                          not,                            Attemp                          ting                            to                          move                           them                             away                               the                           customary                                five                              times                                is                            expected)

                            Aight,

So the librarian was right there as     she     harassed        her     client)

    (Not saying;           But           you should get involved        in tox that doesn’t involve you)

      Just don’t         think that would excuse           Her         from ire

      “I can’t do anything right,”

Tally   Of     How   Many     Times     Ahsoka-      Is     Adult        -ify       Ied-       3/4

 Cite;      Child         -ren          Aren’t aware of      self        Ahsoka would repeat a line      blank       -ly

   “Likely      ‘sorry’

   Then back   away

  [Or      the      or     dered    rea       ction-)

    Aight

   Whelp

   Yes

   Just at the librarian be the      pro tag

(She’s      Tox        But..    .        Less         Tox..    ...

   But           Still..

  [Make         [Better]   Pro-ta  g        Than      Ahsoka           ]     

   In..   ...

  That’s a        library   computer..

   You      need        a      pass-        word.       -    The     robot-

   How?

  -

  What?

  Weak     Point?

  You know for     Boomer bait         They      mis-construe        How the library        works a lot

     [I know           -Hav-             Ing            Dealt-]

       Talk-ing            in the            library,

         Is pretty           off

         Like there’s        a reason people are encouraged            to go into the hallway             to take phone calls

          Loud

         These are the guys that value    meditation

          Dude.     Would be shushed       By   Several     irate      Jedi          ...  

    Told to     take it      outside          ...      ...

   I-

[I feel bad   For the Roomba]

[like dude, gaslights him      and then takes       his memory]

Like, Adults      Out     of     it.   ...

  But      ...Droids

   [we don’t know much about the       sentient ones     Or how much   senti ence]

    But          this         whole       scene...

    Makes me feel     dirty

    Like;       it’s played     for humor

    When;       it should be played            to how much         a bastard           this guy               is

      Screw-   ing         with       anything-  

       Like            That              ...  

      Toxic            ...    

      Sick..

  How?

     Aight..

    What.         .

    Re-          Cyc

    Why?         ... ..

Kenobi

Jump-ing coincidence

     [i’m con   -clusion]

       Damn,        the narc

         [No one   tell him   anything]

   [Might       fake         a       heart       attack]

    Comm.

     [How half assed is         Yoda’s peripheral?]

     Venti -lation

  -That’s        Smart-

   Almost       -Too             -Smart-

        👍  

  -Tower

    High         Alert

   Place            the       Temple        -

    Wasn’t, already?

    Left it undone

   Way to go     smart     guy           -      Cool        -        But      kinda    pointless..

 Aight-       Never mind

  I-  Might’ve       Been      Wrong-

 Al right

[Seriously,   no one hears this?]

 [In most heist movies      they at least had the    intelli-     gence-

    [No hate       -villains can be stupid]

  Do you some small well           re-lativel unknown library

   [or at least not the one     at the place they were robbing]

   Because everyone would      recognize that the actions occurring match up to what he’s describing         And the description        Of their       building.]

   Aight

   Neat-

   Past

  Whelp-

  Aight-

  Shred-          (Un-acc         Oun         T-able)

     K-Pop

     Well        that’s            a       name...

    Whelp..

Cool.. ..

Bane    ...

Whole..     temple

   And I heard you very          obviously        plotting...  

   So...  you’re getting kicked

Also he could be possibly looking up     intruders plans.. ...

Like pretty one dimensional     opinion    of on ‘High Alert’, lady

  [Especially       for a         librarian.]

Thank    you

 Whelp...

  There went my expectations

   Also,     Every Jedi leaving the library didn’t notice that that     shit?

   Like,  they didn’t have guard’s ready to apprehend him 

   ...On the           Other              Side?

         Okay...

         You just           moved her...

         Do you know this could’ve been an episode             with a lot of emotional depth              Showing how terrifying adults that abuse children can be             adults that            swear to have their interest in heart               And how overinvolvement               Is harmful              regardless of who it’s coming from                (Neglect- of child-                   And - accoun                       tability)                   Working off the                “blank line”,                 ‘I can’t do             anything right,’                    And the Jedi                -Council’s treatment of                   her                “Foreshadow                   -Ing,”                    (I use              that word              loosely)   

            Their            down-                fall

             Instead                     we                got                  this-

           And              he just abandons            the computer-

     Aight,             Just contin          -ued on - with          -out his         instruction

       Despite          see-ing           how bad           that          went.       Al-right

     Okay-

    Aight

    Really?

   Without    instructions?

   .

   In

    Calls       friend

     You were               fine       without him       the last few        seconds              .....

      “Give-”

   Not gonna      question that?

      “Voice-”

       She’s            a changling..

            “Now,”

          Hidden

          You’re              in a vent?

           Oh, Skywalker has           immediate            intuition               ...

           And a breech           didn’t somehow sound off alarms

          Yeah. .             Good..thing you didn’t close up the thing              ..

        Whelp..

        How?

       Okay. .

      Shame..           they didn’t get a hold of a force sensitive         kid             (I- don’t want it to       happen)

       Just-

      .. .

   .. Here

     Hurry          I can         Hear..       .        Bull-        Shit         .

   You have rocket boots        they have the force

    You shouldn’t         hear shit-

   Sur-prisingly,         No Ahsoka

     Good

    The lower       the counter stays..   

       The        better          for       humanity

 [and my      brain]

   [Vent]

   Seriously,       you didn’t tell your       partner?        About the Jedi on       High Alert?

   Ser-          Force-

   How deep         is that        thing?

   [Aight,          Pat-

    You’re telling me they still haven’t figured out the        Holocron?

     We only           saw-

     Shouldn’t one of you go one way and the        other go the other?

    To cover     more ground?

    They’re-        Really       putting       a lot      of faith-

In the   Comms

  Also shouldn’t there be more   Jedi crawling over the place?

   Seriously,         it’s just these two?

     [We know Plo       isn’t doing anything important.]

    [We saw       him near the opening?]

    And        Kid Fisto..

     Heck...          Is   everybody else doing?

    A-ight

   “Closer,”

    Shouldn’t it be      ..further

     Archive..     [Library]         Comms?

     Got it-

     Whelp..

      Okay..

      Not, putting up that       door,

      What are you         smiling about?

      There’s plenty of lasers

     And      you don’t even know        where the thing       you’re looking for               is

           (Inside the compartment)

      ....

   Aight

   Might- not have been a   smile-

    Look for       the open         vent   

    (Dude clum-           Un-          Acc             ountable)

       With             Vents

        Also look at all these        assholes standing around          doing nothing

  Also, no one’s going to check up on the child 

  Like, Ahsoka surely got that message      right?

   Temple-

   Deep in the         temple-

   Use-less

      ...

    ‘Cause you’re idiots       who don’t check for open vents           Or cover      more ground?

   Or...  

    [Get, anyone to help you, in this big ass vent,”

   It’s not very hard to see       why.. .

   Ass         -itance

  Ahsoka’s,         not gonna get blamed for this      is she?

   Won-

   Yeah, the narcs      pretty     useless

    Also, why can’t you have the dude just shut off those lasers like he did the rest?

  Done

    Oh, they address it   

     Good,

     Yep,

     How?

     But...

   Okay...   

...

    Okay   

   ....  

    What’re you         still       doing          ...

   Okay,

  What’re        you      doing?

   [Is the Holocron seriously right       there?]

     That’s. lucky

      Weirder               and             Wei-rder

         Hey isn’t your personality        over-written?

           By the               chip?

            Aight

          S-eriously?

         Still              Here?

         On- alert-?

Coin-     cidence?        !

  Augh

    Is that’s seriously the alert?

     Several          minutes-

       No wonder         those guys           were so late...

          ...

       Sense           De-          Cep          Tion

     Po-          S-ing            As            A           Jedi.

       Okay           now         Yoda’s            just         reading             the          death               report

     Jo-casta

     What?

       But           that’s         actually             a           good            idea                -              If shits about to go down you might as well find the person who might hold them accountable instead of letting you get the shit beat out

       Run-

       Serious-ly           shouldn’t she just shout out her name?

       [Like I know                       - High Alert-                     But Ahsoka isn’t going to be much use against a                    Adult...                Either way                                        Might as well   find her [and     scare off the intruder-]

  Also how come     “innocence”        doesn’t get           the same notification

       Did they forget his              wristwatch?

       [Like-            seems important-]

       Who are you?

           Dang                 It?

            You               were             supposed                  to                report                 back!

               Also no one           heard any of this before

           Also; are you going to tell me that AHSOKA, the child   soldier,      Is going to beat this guy       When      the fully trained elderly Jedi got her ass kicked?

   Nah.. .

   “You,”

    Dead

Tally   Of      How   Many      Times      Ahsoka-       Is      Adult         -ify        Ied-           4/5

   3x

-Un-orthodox show of initiative              1x

-Counter          1x

- Surviving this            1x

(4x) 

  Getting her on the           run!

        1x

Tot; 7/8

-Surviv-ing;

   - 1x         - 1x

    -1x

    -1x         -1x

    -1x

    -1x

    -1x

    -1x

   -2x         (I’m tired of counting them        one by one-)

     -2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

     - 2x

    - 

    Er

    Okay

     Whelp

    Aight

    -Right

    Shape

    -Skill

     -Ew

     Whelp

      Okay-

      Where did         your get your skills from?

     Abomination?

     Aw-  

     Todo-

   -Yet

    What-ever

    Butler

    Tech

   Neither         of       which       have     anything        to do         with       ironing        doors        open           ....   

      ....       There       he goes

     Sy-mpathesize-  more with him            than this douche bag even if his          turn does make a little sense

     Aight.

     Whelp

      Finally found that          vent.. .

       Right

       No, he wasn’t

      “Comms,”

        Not            Holo-          Cron

      .....

     Completely un-realistically        

Tally   Of     How   Many     Times     Ahsoka-      Is     Adult        -ify       Ied-        28/29        And         1/2

    (1/2 because referring to the action what respectively doesn’t count as a whole- sin-          It does deserve note that you decided to repeat your bad writing-)

         Jedi

   She       Says-

  (Un       Be        Li       Ev        Able)

 Holo      -cron

 Jedi       To      Open      It     ..  

Okay,   

..   

Up-     To-

 Again, with the   communication     center-!

  Dude, just wanted a   Holo-cron

   (Seriously        that was very tortured      logic,       Think the writers;     just wrote this scene        Then realize but wait       “why are they in the Holocron/             Comm           Cent,?”

     And that’s how        Anakin/Obi-Wan           Obsession with the com      center began...

    [sorry but there was no reason for them to be in the        Com center!

      That I’ve heard!]

   In

   Aight,      What?     What       -ever

   ...  ..

  Wrong-

    Yes

    Com-          Center-

    Ser-iously     even he doesn’t know what’s up

   You   heard      me

  And        my     stupid      plan

    To send you to the     Coms center to justify Obi-wan’s     obsession-

    Craw-          ling

     And we have no reason      to-o

   Why?

    Now!

   Yelling- doesn’t mistake the clear lack of   reason

   What-     ever-

    Right

    That’s one way      to do it

    Really

  Also, how does   -that not-

That was less than   one minute

Also,   but no one else will hear that but   these two      . .

 And they’ll   still progress to the   comm center        ...

“It came from the com center,!”

   How!?

You, guys,

  Comms,       Archives,

   Aight,       Nice

  Com-munication        center-

    Ha-           ha-          ha-    (I’m sorry   but that has come back around      to kinda funny,”

 [something Happens across the     galaxy]

Obi-won; It was the com’s center

—-

Aight,    right, 

...

O-kay

...

How??

 Where?

 Okay      ...

Cloak       Ing?

 What?

[you can’t defy the   rules of logic that much       (Physics)       You need to explain where he went   otherwise it’s a loony tune      Of    sus-    pen    sion-

Okay?

What??

I thought-       the thing-  

....

O-kay

right

Take it,

Which       ,One

 That-

 Right

What-      Ever-

  Aight-

He knews

 What-      Ever

  Don’t call   your eggs

   Move

  Restraint

  Whelp

 Use-less

    Just     There

     Whelp

     Nope-

      Okay-

       He           Try

      [Hey         guys,]

       Off               That’s           some         assumed          authority              over         familiarity..

        Aight..

      Okay,

      They’re really            letting             him             get            away             with              the             story

         Tries-

       What?!

       -When-

      Bomb-  

        Both-

[Also   Mace   Windu        is     still      the       only       semi-efficient      Jedi...

   Asshole !

    (Can’t          make the text bigger enough to display my           outrage!)

   [they      played that off         as humor!]

     That was a scream of death!

     Of         Murder!

   [if that was a sentient-       And my God     it seemed damn close!     Dude was just murdered

   The surprise-        “ I didn’t        see it coming, h        onestly not his fault kind!”

      One that would call for      immediate robotic vengeance!

    * im-mediate    ac-countability

      If sentient,

   What the Hell?!

     That-

     Horror        -        fy-            Ing-

      Oof

“Was        it     sentient?      Crud, I      might       lose        my       least       toxic    credentials

  (           )

   Whelp

    How?

     No        Way-

   A-ight

   Shit

  -shit

- she did     nothing  

   I-

  Call      Sec-

  Whose       that?

    Whelp

     Okay..

     That          Who

    Dys-   functional          family          road         trip             -           War

       No          shit

 Oh wait at           the comment table was by all the other Jedi

       So...

       the whole time Obi-wan was just complaining        he didn’t want to do the job

     Skywalker          agreeing with him...

      And...  wanting to ditch their post

 In chara,

   Just, a little bit funny      when you think about it

  Right,

 You bought            them      all the way         here?

      ...

Also look isn’t the unchild-like abomination adorable when she’s talking about punishing people more severely

Holo-cron

The heck     is a       holocron...

Wait-

 What-

   Why-

   How-

   ??

 Why is this     being allowed to      happen?   -

    ...

  Snitch

[like seriously how is it helping her   case, whatsoever?

Plea     Bar-gin

Aight,

Okay

That was just a completely random target   on his list...

- -

The one accountable adult

Keeper       Kydra      Crystal-

- Holocrons

   Data

     -

   You get out of here         youngling

     Force         Sensitive       Child ?

     Are we really going to get into the        powers        eugenics?             (Or         power        genetic       superiority)

       Also would it be a kin to basically every child or just any child destined for leader ship

   (Like gen       leader ship?)

    Cause..

Also, yeah   good idea keeping that around

And you named...

...

Young’lings

 Future

Oy!     You put that back where,   it came from so help me

Future  

vision

is cheating

In reality,   if you did have that power,    you should keep     your mouth        shut

And it completely negates   the point of a choice based universe

   (Takes all the       risk out of it)

    Making the story     completely useless

    (For the sake of tension       I’m going to ignore        that..)

    Going on the       assumption...

     That’s the Jedi           are just a bunch of          narcs

       Who           like        claiming they know the future

       When in reality only the future              knows the future...

           Worn.                 Them

              Oh so it’s just School    roll call...

    Contact

   You must

Ya no dude’s already a    headstart...

Ahsoka

 Dude,  he just override   the punishment   

  Does he   have the authority to do that?

   [I     don’t     think        so]

 Cad bane

   He      probably isn’t

   And you already know him From the previous episode

    Good for         Obi-won

      Aight

     Mace Windu         don’t give a fuck

      Kid Fisto              disappeared

      And. .       Luminara(?)

       Went to go get a snack....             ?

        I don’t             know

        Yoda

        Got          Overruled

       Aight,           Okay

  .....

     This episode...

         Makes me feel disgusting              Watching                The middle                 At least

           It’s very clearly                 boomer bait...

           The beginning...

          Focus-ing on the           importance of taking orders           (With no                       sarcasm                                   to my understanding,)

       Progressing,               Into, 

             Dah, de, dah,                          Generation                        ____                    doesn’t               understand                  books!

                  *We might  if they got out of our way, let us do our thing, dis-covered and pract-iced excess, on our volition

                   *if we wanted   to

Honestly   convinced.  I should’ve      given       them          a        strike       right       there 

Out     of  

Malicious

 Won’t   (Out of restraint)

But     a   thought   none-       the-  

 less

Being        a     (toxic)      Boomers     Fantasy        in   which    they,      the     all   powerful      all   knowing       adults     must       help       poor     Ig-      nor        -ant       (Child)-

(I’m sorry   this really       disgusts me)

  -with enough initiative            To praise their Brilliance

         (It’s re-ally   di-sgusting)

           This isn’t            seen as an overreach                   Or con-                Des-cion                      Of                       A                     Gen

And gives no   in-dication it recognizes how creepy what it’s doing is

Apart from the lighting in the council room

  *Which       I’m now convinced is permanently broken

    And continues with the assum-ption of a   life-time                       Over the future

     Breaking; the story pretty thoroughly

     And announcing the       return to      mediocrity...

     (Border       -ing on attempt at          lower        standards)

 (Also they playoff the death of a semi-sentient species      For            Humor?

       He          died        screaming!

[mlentertainment]

I dont mean to be annoying but i feel so out of the loop. do you know what happened to Pj's twitter account and why fans are upset, i feel like I missed a lot but maybe thats for the better aha

listen you’re not wrong about being better off. it’s just a lot to cover lmao (long post warning)

this post is a good basis from the beginning of the weekend. basically someone posted their “impression” of him, before tying a ribbon around their neck, in reference to a film he was in (Ken Park, 2002) where he autoasphyxiates while masturbating. he responded with this:

and later with an official statement that was both heartbreaking and had some… questionable (?) statements about social media users’ true identities and sex work/pornography:

the rest of the weekend involved people tweeting relentlessly at him, making some INTERESTING assumptions about his mental health, if he was sleeping (or telling him to sleep), if he was on his medication, if he was BACK ON HEROIN (?!), etc. which he took in sarcastic stride, fueling them further:

during all this he was also poking fun at the people who still didn’t trust the validity of his twitter because he isn’t verified, despite posting about the account on his verified instagram:

[for clarification that is (was) in fact james’ twitter. he’s had it since 2011 and the account has been officially cited as run by him as recently as this year, according to this podcast episode description]

he also, among making incredulous responses to concerned mentions about his  wellbeing, tweeted out a screengrab from tumblr, where some people were also posting about their concern for his wellbeing. it was just a lot of him sharing his adamant disbelief that the folks in his mentions and on tumblr are real people and are in fact social engineers trying to make kids look at porn (?). i’m assuming this shit was what was causing all the concerned messages in the first place/that ensued, so it was a vicious cycle of interactions that were interpreted as “indications” of his “paranoia.”

THEN, after this had died down a bit, someone tweeted the clip from it chapter 2 in which he and richie arm wrestled and he shouted “let’s take our shirts off and kiss,” jokingly suggesting this to james himself, before pulling the just kidding, unless joke. he responded in kind with the context/source of the quote, which was a scene from south park in which an adult man repeatedly invites jimmy (a 9 year old!) to take off their shirts and kiss, and hashtagging it as #ironic. and that’s when all hell broke loose (as if it hadn’t already.)

i wasn’t there for any of this last bit, so take the anonymous asks explaining on my blog with a grain of salt, but you can find those here, here, and here. reddie fans assumed, through the hashtag, he was saying that richie and eddie’s relationship was equatable to an unhealthy and abusive pedophilic relationship. [it can be assumed that he was instead referring to the hot topic of this weekend, which was his childhood trauma.] they “cancelled” him over both this and the fact that he… watches and enjoys… south park. (again, don’t quote me on the validity of this, but if that’s seriously what broke them………………… i have to laugh). this led to LOTS more tweets and an eventual deletion of his account. 

ANYWAY that seems to be everything. he’s deleted/deactivated his twitter several times before, and his instagram is still up, so we can presume he might come back when shit’s calmed the FUCK down, but holy hell amirite. anyway happy Canadian Thanksgiving

[kumkaniudaku]

Pop Off

Summary: Tasha ends up in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons. 

Monday evenings in the Boseman household were typically quiet affairs. Now that CoCo had assumed the role of full-time stay at home mom, she was in charge of orchestrating the daily schedule. After all of the children had been assisted with homework, fed, bathed, and put to bed, the adults were afforded the opportunity to enjoy peace as the final hours of the day ticked away.

Tucked into soft Egyptian sheets on top of a spacious Wyoming king bed, Tasha and Chadwick lay cuddled in the middle preparing for sleep until the buzz of an unseen cell phone disturbed the atmosphere.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Tasha grumbled in the dark bedroom as she extended her arm to search the nightstand for her device.

Chadwick chuckled at his wife’s outburst and shifted in bed to flick on the bedside lamp, “Who is it?”

“It’s Tiana. She better have a reason for interrupting my sleep or I’m gon’ cuss her ass out.” Chadwick continued to laugh at his wife’s tantrum knowing that his sister-in-law was in for less than enthusiastic greeting. He’d been a victim of CoCo’s wrath after waking her prematurely on several occasions.

Reluctantly sliding her finger across the screen, she quickly tapped the speaker icon to answer.

“What, Tiana?”

“I’m gonna tell daddy that you yelled at me.”

“Sis, I have two kids and a husband. I can yell at who I wanna.” Realizing her statement’s implications, Tasha changed her tune. “But, like, we don’t need to get him involved. Stop being a tattletale!”

“If you take me with you to the spa, I’ll keep quiet.”

CoCo looked over to Chadwick who smiled and nodded. “Fine. But make sure you thank Aaron. Because your ass would’ve been grass. Now, what do you want this late at night?”

“Tasha, it is 9: 30 pm. The sun has been down for thirty minutes TOPS! Why are you already asleep?”

“My baby needs her beauty rest, TiTi,” Chadwick laughed. “Sixteen hours is the minimum for the lady of the house.

“I’ll never understand how you spoil her so much but I think it’s cute. Anyway, T, have you seen the season premiere of Basketball Wives Atlanta.”

“Girl, what,” Tasha exclaimed, turning her nose up at the mention of the franchise. “You know I don’t watch that trash.”

“Well, friend, you might wanna take a look at this one. It’s on right now. Call me back when it’s over.”

Before Tasha could press her sister for more answers, Tiana hung up with no further explanation. Chadwick was the next person to move, pulling the remote out of the nightstand drawer to turn on their seldom-used television. When the show’s main theme rolled through the soundbar speakers to signal its return from commercial break, Tasha winced at the sound.

Living in Los Angeles, especially after marrying into a lifestyle characterized by exposure to all types of celebrities, had resulted in a plethora of run-ins for CoCo. She’d met and partied with Hollywood’s elite at event after parties, sipped a beer at more intimate events with Black entertainment’s finest and, unfortunately, brushed elbows with those that desired fame and would do anything to attain exposure. Some of those brush ups were resolved with quick but concise warnings. Others took a bit more...convincing.

“Living in Atlanta and starting this new single period in my life is fun, so I called up a couple of my girls and we had a little roof-top party to bring the boys out.”

Tasha’s eyes snapped up toward the TV in horror, “Oh no.”

“Right. I think I see the lace in her wig. Is that what y’all call it? The shit that looks like a screen door? You gotta tell your girl Malaysia that she missed the mark with this one.”

Chadwick’s sudden interest in the reality tv show caused him to miss his wife’s obvious discomfort as memories pushed to the darkest recesses of her mind came forth.

------------

“Tasha, you want another drink?” Wrapped up in scrolling through her cell phone to view pictures of her family, CoCo completely missed her friend’s question until her space was invaded with a tap to her shoulder. “Hey, d’you hear me? Want another drink?”

“Wha-uh, yeah. Please, be heavy on the D'usse this time. And a glass of water please.”

Malaysia nodded and smiled, “Ya know, for somebody who is hell-bent on sitting over here by their damn self, you sure are turning these back.”

“It’s just the cameras and shit. I’m not used to it like you.”

“Girl, don’t worry about them. They’re just here for some b-roll and then they’ll be out. Gotta catch me meeting some of these menzzzz!”

“You sure that’s it? None of that arguing shit the girls like to do for the blogs?”

Tasha was well aware of the typical reality show antics and wanted no part in them. She came out to celebrate her friend’s housewarming and decision to get back on the dating scene, not entertain a bunch of young girls looking for their fifteen minutes in the spotlight.

“That’s it, housewife!”

“Excuse me? That’s Mrs. Housewife to you,” Tasha laughed. “Alright, I’ll get up and mingle a little for my girl. My outfit is too cute to not be seen anyway.”

The pair shared a laugh as CoCo’s glass was quickly replaced with a new, stronger concoction. It wasn’t long before Tasha began to welcome conversation, moving between groups to discuss whatever was on the docket. She even served as the host of an impromptu speed dating game to help Malaysia narrow down the potential partners in the room. With a buzz from the dark liquor in her fourth glass, Tasha was the center of attention and unaware of the cameras that she spent so much time worrying about.

At some point, when the flow of alcohol and conversation were at their peak, Malaysia turned to CoCo to give the group advice.

“Okay, Tasha, tell us how you ended up with like, the best man available. I need the secret.”

“Girl, there is no secret. We’re a regular couple with regular problems.”

“Yeah, right,” Malaysia responded with an accusatory look on her face. “Let me tell y’all, those two will argue and make up in the same sentence. Then 3 business days later she’s in new Balenciagas. So, sis, I’ll ask you again, what is the secret?”

Just as Tasha prepared to offer up a little piece of advice her mother shared with her before tying the knot, a low murmur from an unfamiliar face across the circle caught her attention.

“I’m sorry, you wanna say that again? I missed the conversation.”

“No, I’m good. Continue.”

In her mind, Tasha wrestled with her next steps. Whoever the young woman was appeared to be well below the age where common sense was actually common but old enough to know the meaning of respect. Feeling loose and open for

“I insist, sweetheart. Please, share with the class. We could all use some advice.” Prolonged silence from the offending party drew curious stares from the rest of the group and a satisfied smirk from Tasha. “Nothing? Great. As I was saying, the secret is to su-”

“The secret is to steal another woman’s man right before he’s about to propose to his girlfriend. Right, CoCo?”

At the sound of her nickname, Tasha placed her glass on the table and straightened her back, “See, baby, you called me CoCo. That means you either know me or know somebody that wishes they were in my position. So, which one is it?”

“I know that your husband was in a relationship until you came around. I know that he was about to propose to my friend but you fucked him during your charity party to stop him.”

“What I’m hearing is not only are you dumb but you’re a liar too. You know what I do to children that lie in my face? I whoop their asses.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Malaysia exclaimed in an effort to deescalate the situation. “Tasha, let’s go get you some more water.”

Feeling like she’d made her point, CoCo allowed her friend to gently pull her off of the wicker couch and attempt to lead her away from the budding confrontation.

“Get her old ass out of here. All bark and no bite.”

“Bitch, please! Do you really think I’d scuff these shoes to fight a little girl in Fashion Nova leggings,” Tasha asked as she yanked away from the grip on her arm.

“I’m not gone be too many more bitches.”

“You gon’ be as many bitches as I decide to call you, bitch. Now what?” When her words were met with little more than a childing stomp and pout, Tasha took it upon herself to be dismissed from the festivities. “Malaysia, girl, I will talk to you later. How’s dinner tomorrow?”

“That works girl! Drive sa-”

The loud shatter of glass and subsequent debris from its collision made both women stop in their tracks and slowly turn to face the rest of the party.

“This little bitch gon’ make me whoop her ass. Hold my bag.”

-------------

Chadwick’s laughter and the television competed for Tasha’s attention while she hid her head underneath the duvet.

“Honestly, I’m not even mad at Tasha. I would have beat her ass too. But that’s my girl and she has a reputation to uphold so...unfortunately security had to step in the mix.”

“Okay, that’s enough. Turn it off. Please.”

“You ‘re faster than I thought, baby. And that lunge was very graceful.”

“Turn it off, Chad!”

“Alright, alright.” His hands went up in playful surrender before shutting the TV off and turning to his wife. She’s finally emerged from her blanket coffin but with a glossy sheen covering her eyes and a pout identical to Micah’s. “Aww, come here, baby girl. Come here.”

“I’m a reality tv show bitch,” Tasha wailed as Chadwick pulled her into his chest for a hug. “I should just move out and be on B-bad Girls Cluuuub.”

“You are not moving out, Mike Tyson. I need you here to keep us safe.”

“Oh my Gooood. My kids are gonna think I some...some...guttersnipe!”

“A what?” There was no use in trying to calm Tasha while she was in full panic mode. Any words of encouragement would be disregarded and only serve to exacerbate the already tense situation. So, Chadwick absorbed all of her tears in the cotton of his t-shirt until she had cried all of her embarrassment away and unveiled a thin layer of anger.

“I can’t believe I let her get me out of my element like that. I mean...I’m me! I’m Tasha fucking Greene Boseman.”

“Greene Boseman! That’s right, baby. You are that bitch.”

“Right! I like when you say that. I’m that bitch! The motherfuckin’ prototype!”

“Gahdamn prototype!”

“These lil’ girls hope and pray to be this fine in their 40s.”

“God please let me be as fine as Tasha Boseman,” Chadwick chimed in a comically high-pitched voice.

“Tuh! I’m a bad bitch.”

“Mhmmm. Now come here and show me how bad you can get.” His little kisses up her arm on the way to her collarbone made Tasha giggle, nearly completing Chadwick’s mission. That was until the soft ring of her phone alerted her to an incoming FaceTime call. “Nuh uh. Let it go to voicemail.”

“It’ll be quick, babe. I promise.” Pulling his face from the crook of her neck, he gave her a look of disbelief. “It’s just the girls. I’ll get them off the phone in five minutes!”

Chadwick grumbled an incoherent sentence about never getting what he wanted before dramatically setting a timer on his cell phone and placing it in his wife’s lap. “Five minutes, Cookie.”

“I’ll make it four, baby,” she answered in the sweetest voice she could muster.

Pressing the answer button on the call, the line sat silent for a few seconds before all of the women let out a long “biiiiiitch” in unison. Chadwick knew what was coming and silently pleaded with his wife not to go any further. His attempts were futile as she began a lengthy rant that propelled her out of the bed and into her vanity area in the closet to finish the conversation.

When she was out of earshot, Chadwick grabbed the remote to rewind the episode and begin at the height of the conflict. He smiled at his wife’s aggression, feeling his heart soar and excitement stir in his belly.

“My girl, the fighter. Use your left, baby. There you go!”

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[dubersbutt]

Let Me Put Something In Your Life Pt. 2 - Tyler Seguin

A/N: So Tumblr is still weird with links so if you want to read part 1 then it's in my masterlist or just search up the title in the search bar

Summary: Sugar daddy Segs, that’s all

Warnings: Smut

6 Months Later

Your life with Tyler was everything you had hoped it would be. Without having to worry about rent you could focus all your spare time on studying. You had even managed to give your GPA a bit of a boost because of it. However, when Tyler was in town, you had much less time to focus on school. Not that that was a bad thing. He took you out for fancy dinners ad bout you nice gifts. For your one month anniversary, he bought you a pair of Louboutin heels while he was away for a roadie. When he came back, he fucked you on the kitchen counter while you were still wearing them.

Tyler had to leave early for his flight this morning but when you walked downstairs you found a gift bag waiting for you on the table. You opened the note on the top of the box.

For last night

When you opened the box you saw a pair of diamond studs sitting inside. Considering your throat was still a little bit sore from last night you thought the gesture was nice. You started to go about your day: letting the dogs out, making yourself some breakfast, and then settling on the couch with Marshall. The other two dogs were playing outside but Marshall has wandered back to come sit next to you.

Your phone starts to buzz a bit later and you pick up the FaceTime call from Tyler.

“Hey baby,” he says with a smile when you pick up the phone.

“Hi, Ty.”

“I was talking to Marshall.”

You feign a gasp, “I have never been so offended.”

“I’m just playing with you, babe. So, did you like your gift,” he says leaning against the pillows of his hotel room bed.

“Of course I did, but Ty they're so-“

“Don’t say they’re too expensive and that you can’t accept them because their yours,” he says.

“But-“

“No buts. And make sure you check the mail because there should be a package waiting in the mail for you tomorrow.”

“Well, Tyler, I’m going to have to pay you back for the earrings and whatever I get tomorrow when you come back.”

“Who says we have to wait?”

“Where’s Jamie,” you ask biting your lip and taking a deep breath.

“Not here, I have the room all to myself for a while,” he licks his lip.

“Oh, so that means we can talk about whatever we want? About how much I miss you and how much I want your dick in my mouth right now.”

“Mmm, you’re getting right to the good stuff, eh” you can see his hand move down offscreen.

“Of course. I’ve got to thank you for all my nice gifts, don’t I? When you come home I’m going to suck your dick so good. I can’t wait to hear all those pretty noises that you make.”

He lets out a low groan.

“Yeah, just like that. Are you touching yourself for me?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice husky.

“Well I wish I could be there baby, but just think about me there choking on you. And after you cum then you can fuck me and use me like you want to. What do you want to do to me Ty?” you asked, starting to get turned on yourself.

“I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you on your back, I want to fuck you from behind, I want you to ride me. And, when we’re done I’m going to sit you on my face and keep you there for hours until you’re screaming for me to stop.”

You can’t help but gasp a little at that last part and your hand moves down your body and you start to rub your clit in circles.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asks and this time you’re the one who nods back, breathless, “Did I say you could?”

“N-no.”

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous. Keep touching yourself. Imagine that it's me making you feel good.”

Never one to deny yourself an orgasm you quickly reach it and you scream out Tyler’s name. You can tell that he’s cum too because of his quick breathing.

You felt Marshall nuzzle your other hand because he wanted to be pet and your ears turn red because you only just remembered about him. You can’t believe you just masturbated in front of your boyfriend’s dog.

You hide your face being your arm, “your dog just watched me orgasm.”

“Which one? Gerry? He’s a minor, (Y/N). That’s illegal.”

“No, Marshall.”

“Oh, he’s an adult. He’s fine.”

~~~

The next day you wake and start your morning routine again: feeding the dogs, letting them out, and making yourself breakfast when you remember the package that is supposed to be delivered to Tyler’s mailbox today.

You walk out to the front of the house and open the small tin box. Inside is a package from some company whose name you don’t quite recognize. When you get back to the kitchen you grab a knife to carefully open the package. Inside is another box with a note written neatly so you know it was from whoever boxed it, not Tyler. Tyler had atrocious handwriting.

Take this and hang it in the closet because I want you to wear it when I come back.

Inside the box was a set of some of the nicest lingerie you have ever seen. It was sheer, and the colour complimented your skin tone. It was soft to the touch and your anticipation was growing to see what it looked like on you. But first, you made yourself go through the rest of the gift. Underneath the lingerie was a dress, similar to the one he had ripped a few months ago.

You practically ran up the stairs to the bedroom to try on the outfit. The bra was a little snug, but you didn’t mind, and, even though you couldn’t see it underneath, it complimented the dress on top nicely.

Getting excited, you took a picture of you in the dress and one of you in the lingerie by itself and sent them both to Tyler. You thought for a moment before captioning it Thanks for the gift, sir. Calling him sir had started out as a joke when you felt like defying his authority but had turned into a real thing when he had actually gotten turned on by it.

You change back into regular clothes so you don’t ruin your new gifts and get settled in the office to start studying. It’s not until a few hours later that you see his reply.

Tyler: Are you trying to tease me? Because I can assure you, honey, that it will not end well.

Tyler: Answer me

Tyler: If I have to get off by myself then I’m going to be more upset with you

His last text is a picture of his hand around his dick, come on his stomach with a text underneath that says Your in for a treat now.

Deciding you haven’t caused enough trouble, you write back

You: You’re*

Tyler: Really?

You: Don’t be mad. I was studying, if I had known then I would have called you

You don’t get a reply back but you’re not worried because Tyler can be petty. Besides the flies home tomorrow after his game and you’re sure you can win him back anyway.

~~~

Normally when Tyler comes home late you fall asleep and wake up with him next to you but you stayed awake this time. You assumed he had originally planned for you to wear his gifts when the two of you went out for dinner the next day, but you sped up his timeline.

So, there you were, sitting on the bed in your new lingerie lounging against the pillows watching Netflix. Around 1:30 you hear the door open and the sound of three dogs running to go see their dad. Tyler messes around with them for a bit and when you hear him walk up the stairs you turn the TV off and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Hey babe,” you say once the door open. His suit was wrinkled from lounging on the plane but and his beanie was crooked on his head, but damn he still looked good, “I missed you.”

You got up from the bed and walked over to him. He grabbed your waist and roughly pulled you towards him.

“I didn’t like that you stunt you pulled,” he says in between kisses before sliding his hands around your back to undo your bra, “I thought I said to wear this tomorrow. You’ve really been pushing your boundaries haven’t you.” You pull the beanie off his head to run your fingers through his messy curls, “And what are you gonna about it.” “I’m not going to give you what you want,” he steps away from you and walks into the closet, closing the door behind him. You stand in place with your mouth agape. Not once in your time together had Tyler ever done this to you. Annoyed, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt before getting back into the bed with your back turned to the closet.

“Aww, come on you’re not really mad at me are you,” Tyler says when he slides in next to you. He moves the hair from your shoulder and kisses your neck, “to be fair, you did do this to yourself. You were acting bratty all trip.”

“I know which is why I was trying to make it up to you,” you pout, being a little extra whiney to try and get what you want.

“Didn’t you say the other day that you wanted to thank me for the earrings? Why don’t you do that.”

You roll your eyes in feign annoyance before pushing him on the bed and moving down his body. You pull down the elastic of his pyjama pants down and his cock springs free already half hard, of course, he wasn’t wearing underwear, he never does when he’s turned on. You take your time to slowly lick along his dick like it’s a popsicle. You use your hands to jerk him off a little bit until he’s fully hard.

You lick the tip first before you put your mouth around it and start bobbing your head slowly. Tyler groans loudly from above you.

“Fuck I missed your mouth, baby. Look at me.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes and hear him moan again. You can tell Tyler’s brain can’t process much right now so you speed up and suck harder.

“Fuck, (Y/N), that feels-I’m going to-” he’s not able to finish his sentence before you feel the familiar warmth suddenly fill your mouth.

You let go of his dick and smile at him as you crawl back up to his face and kiss his neck a few times before attaching your lips to his.

“That was a nice thank you baby, but you’re still not getting any tonight,” he says and turns to his side despite the fact that you’re still sitting on top of him.

“Oh, my God!” You yell exasperated before flopping on the bed and yanking all the blankets on your side.

~~~

When you woke up Tyler was already in the shower so you joined him and gave him another blowjob to try and make up for your behaviour but he just simply left after he came.

Although, he did make breakfast, and he was still being nice and giving you attention so you didn’t know what else to do.

“You busy right now?” he asks after breakfast is over.

“I should probably study later, why?”

“I want to take you out.” “Why don’t you eat me out instead,” you said as you shovelled the last bit of pancake in your mouth.

“Maybe later. When you finish your breakfast then get dressed, I have something planned for us,” he winks at you.

“God I really hate you sometimes.”

~~~

Turns out that Tyler wanted to take you to the mall.

“Tyler why are we here? Are you going to go to that tailor for a new suit? I don’t see why you need me here, I could be studying right now.”

“No, just wait.” You don’t really pay attention to where he takes you, just following blindly as you window shop. You don’t even realize that he stopped walking and you bump right into him. “Damn it, dude.” “Why are you being so mean to me, (Y/N)?” “You started it!” you yell in exasperation, “you’re the one who won’t fuck me.” That last part came out a bit louder than you intended and people around you started. Embarrassed, you hid your face in his shoulder.

“You wanna shout that any louder?” “Shut up.”

“Hopefully this will make up for everything then.” It’s only then that you realize that he stopped outside of Sephora.

“What do you mean?” “I mean that I want you to go in there and pick out anything you want. And then, when you’re done there, go to any other stores and pick out what you want again.”

“What? Ty-” “Don’t say you can’t do this. Because I want to do this for you.” “What happened to ‘reprimanding my behaviour’ or whatever shit?” “First of all, I would never say that. Second of all, I was planning to do this since you told me you were doing so much better in your courses. That’s why I didn’t fuck you last night,” he says that last part a little louder and you can’t help but blush.

“Okay man, I know I have no control over the volume of my voice, no need to rub it in. But, are you sure?” “Shut up and go in there and pick out whatever the fuck you want,” he says as pushes you into the store and he smacks your ass.

“Ty!” After looking around for a while you buy yourself the essentials: primer, foundation, setting powder, and eyeshadow palette. Knowing that it’ll be a lot you find Tyler at his spot at one of the mirrors, checking himself out.

“Trust me, babe, you look very handsome,” you wrap your arm around him and kiss his cheek.

“I know that you know that, but these mirrors really emphasize your flaws, eh,” says turning his head and giving you a kick peck on the lips.

“Yeah, they do their job real well.”

“Ready to go?” he asks

He looks into your basket and sees your items, “no. That’s not all you want, I know it’s not.”

“Ty, I’m fine. Plus these are what I needed anyway.”

“Yeah, these are what you needed, so now go and get what you want.” You pick up another palette and some lipstick that you’ve been wanting for a while and added them into the basket. You were on your way back to Tyler when you passed by the Too Faced section and picked up a bottle of “Better Than Sex” mascara.

When you get back to Tyler he looks into your basket and nods approvingly, but raises his eyebrow at the name of the mascara.

“Better than Sex?”

“Well, someone hasn’t been giving me very much so it very likely might be,” you say.

He rolls his eyes, “Well, if you’re going to be a bitch about it then once we’re done paying then we’ll find some empty hallway or something and I’ll fuck you there.”

“Don’t make it sound like such a chore. I can wait.” After you two finish at Sephora, you take him to Victoria Secret where you buy a few things that Tyler likes as well as something for yourself. You went to a few other shops with dresses and some cute tops. By the time you’re done you’re exhausted and so is Tyler.

When you get home you decide to give Tyler a thank you gift. When he sits on the couch you get on your knees in front of him.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“You bought me a lot of pretty things and I want to thank you.”

“But, I’ve got to make it up to you for last night,”

“Well, if you insist.”

[mobius-prime]

104. Sonic the Hedgehog #61

Outback Gut Check

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Harvo Mercadoocasio Colors: Frank Gagliardo

I've had my mind blown! I actually had no idea that "Harvo" and "Harvey Mercadoocasio" were the same person up until now. I always assumed "Harvo" was just a random guy using an alias or something, but nope, it's a nickname! My mistake.

Anyway, we open this issue with Guru Emu and Wombat Stu of the Downunda Freedom Fighters stuck in cages hanging above the ground, and Sonic, Tails, Barby Koala and Walt Wallabee down below, surrounded by a veritable army of platypuses that all look identical to Duck "Bill" apart from their color scheme, because in this universe, I can't stress enough how every Mobian species are just clones of one another (with the exception of armadillos apparently, if you look at Mighty vs. Arlo). We're thrown right into the action as the four who aren't caged up defend themselves from the attack fairly easily.

They manage to chase everyone off, and Sonic smashes open the cages, leaving everyone free to discuss amongst themselves what the hell is going on and give a convenient recap to us readers. Apparently, after the DFF sent the postcard to Knothole, they started cleaning the site of the prison camp up, which included disposing of many pieces of Crocbot's body that they found scattered around.

Soon after, Bill began leading a band of renegade platypuses, attacking the site of the cleanup operation and forcing it to be abandoned due to safety concerns. He then sent a peace offer to his former teammates, and Guru and Stu went to verify it only to predictably be captured. At the same time, Sonic and Tails arrived, having been ordered to check up on the DFF since they were in the area, and found Walt and Barby about to set out to rescue their friends, and thus they all teamed up. Now that reinforcements have arrived, they set off to take down Bill's operation once and for all, rafting down the river in pursuit.

I dunno why Sonic and Walt are being played off as hostile to one another, because it doesn't actually end up tying into the plot of this story at all, but whatever. They're ambushed from the water by a gang of platypuses on crocodile mounts, because why not? It's not even clear if they're Mobian crocs like Vector or just random wild crocs, but either way, Sonic fends them off by kicking up water, something which should not logically be a deterrent to platypuses or crocodiles by any stretch, and they reach Bill's hideout with relative ease.

Well that seems bizarre. They open up the floorboards to find none other than Crocbot, the eternal thorn in the DFF's side, half-disassembled and incapable of moving on his own. Man, this guy just won't die, will he? The second he's spotted he lays out his entire plan in multiple paragraphs without even being asked, about how when Bill was still trapped in his torture camp he implanted him with a mind control chip that lay dormant, and during the cleanup when he saw Crocbot's mangled remains it reactivated the chip, causing him to steal Crocbot's body and start rebuilding it in secret while raising his own platypus army to fight for him. Crocbot ends his little rant by saying his defeat doesn't matter either way, as the bunyip is about to arrive, but is disconnected before he can finish. With the threat ended for now, Sonic and Tails say goodbye and fly off once again.

Okay, first of all, yes the bunyip may be from Aborigine mythology, but that shouldn't even be something y'all talking animals should be aware of given you're not even living in the same world as we are. Second of all, yeah, Barby was flirting with Tails pretty hard throughout the entire story, something which is hella creepy if you consider that she's portrayed more as a teenager or young adult along with the other Downunda Freedom Fighters. She's not implied to be Tails' age at all. Apparently Ian Flynn acknowledged this much later on when he took over as head writer, stating that he would never consider making Barby/Tails a thing as long as he was in charge, because yeah, it's freaking weird. I don't know why Michael would even bother writing something like this in at all, but well, we already know he has a weird interest in setting up Tails with random female characters (as we saw with that awful "boing!" sound effect the moment Tails saw Fiona). It would have been a lot less awkward if he just played this as like, Barby being sweet to Tails because he's a little kid and Tails developing a kid crush on her, but no, he had to make it weird and write about a teenage girl flirting with a ten-year-old. Let it never be said that Ken Penders was the only one who wrote really inappropriate uncomfortable stuff for this comic, okay?

Total Turbulence

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Frank Gagliardo

After their little adventure in Downunda, Sonic and Tails are flying over the ocean when they end up flying into a storm. What's more, the tracker on their plane that maps out Naugus' path across the world via his magic residue or whatever is going haywire and pointing in a dozen different directions. Apparently this is because… they're inside Naugus!

I don't know how they missed the fact that the clouds directly in front of them are shaped exactly like their adversary, but sure, okay! He whacks the plane, sending it careening down towards the ocean, but at the last second Sonic is able to pull up and get them flying again. In doing so, he inadvertently sets the plane on a direct collision course with Naugus' water-vapor-y face.

Imagine if that actually killed him? All his power and he just got exploded 'cause a plane flew into his face while he was in cloud form? Man, I would love that.

On His Majesty's Secret Service

Writer/Colors: Ken Penders Pencils: Art Mawhinney

Anyone remember Commander Fleming? He was an officer under Geoffrey in the Rebel Underground. He and Geoffrey are working to disarm more traps within Robotropolis, but Fleming is just getting too old to continue active service, and announces his resignation. Thus, King Acorn orders Geoffrey to begin putting together a new team to operate as a secret service for him.

Geoffrey already has three candidates in mind. The first is on the Floating Island, where Geoffrey fires off a trap from his crossbow towards a seemingly empty tree and catches, wouldn't you know it, an Espio clone! Except this guy is blue instead of purple. Apparently he once served as a secret operative and Geoffrey is bringing him back in. His next target is none other than Wombat Stu, whom he flies all the way to Downunda to drop in on and recruit. I'm surprised that Stu agrees so instantaneously, given that well, doesn't he already have his own team that he's loyal to? A team with whom he just risked his life to rescue one of its members and defeat their old adversary once again? Eh, whatever. Geoffrey finally drops in on Hershey as she's doing some paperwork for the princess, and simply tells her to "show up at the armory tomorrow morning" without even asking her properly if she wants in, apparently counting that as a successful recruitment. With that, he goes to bed, apparently having done all this within the span of one day - airplanes must be massively faster and more high tech in this world than our own if he was able to fly across the entire globe and back in one day - trusting that a good sleep will help him decide on the final member to recruit.

[rosemaidenvixen]

You are my Sunshine

Chapter 17: Fifteen Part 3

Ao3

Barbara slid the phone back into the receiver, still numb with shock.

She could count on one hand the number of times she received a call like this from the school. While none of them ever failed to send her into tachycardia, the underlying reason for the call was usually benign.

But when she heard Jim’s teacher mention him having a breakdown, and then reference a tenth anniversary….

For one brief, irrational moment she thought that he knew.

He knew the deep, dark secret Barbara and Jim had been keeping for nearly a decade.

But her fear had been for nothing. The teacher, Strickler, had been referring to when James left them, also ten years ago. And in assuming that was the cause of all of Barbara and Jim’s emotional upheaval, Strickler was far from alone.

Barbara darted upstairs to get dressed. She’d been in her pajamas eating the omelette Jim had prepared for her when she got the call.

Moving with the speed and efficiency of a surgeon, she pulled on a blouse and skirt before running a comb through her hair and tying it back in a bun.

Barbara hadn’t even noticed the date creeping up on her, but now that it had been brought to her attention, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Ten years. 

An entire decade gone by. 

Was it possible for something to feel like it happened yesterday and a lifetime ago at the same time?

The agony of seeing James drive away and the unadulterated terror of seeing Jim change for the first time were stark and crisp as they were a decade ago, and yet she could feel the weight of the years pressing down on her. The strain of taking care of Jim and keeping his secret all by herself had certainly left its mark on her psyche.

Barbara allowed herself a bitter smile. 

And to think she once thought that James leaving was the worst thing that could ever happen to them.

Dressed and presentable, Barbara grabbed her purse and made her way into the car. One three point turn later and she was heading in the direction of the high school.

Barbara’s mind continued to wander as she drove past familiar street signs and store fronts.

A good chunk of the ten years gone by had been spent researching and trying to find a way to cure Jim of his condition. But even after a decade of hard work, all Barbara had to show for it was dead ends.

Finding Sarah Good, the woman that died with the bath bomb in her possession, had felt like the end was finally in sight. All she had to do was contact Sarah’s relatives and pump them for information about where the bath bomb might have come from.

What a let down that had been.

Out of the scattering of relatives Barbara had been able to track down, only a few had been willing to speak with her. And of those few, none of them had any idea where Sarah may have gotten the bath bomb.

As far as they knew, the late Sarah Good did all her shopping at Ralphs, and never dabbled in making her own bath products, occult or otherwise.

Barbara blinked back the sudden stinging in her eyes as she pulled into the school parking lot.

As much as it hurt, she was going to have to start planning for a future where Jim’s transformation persisted into his adult life.

Parking in the first available spot she saw, Barbara stepped out and walked into the building.

The conversation she’d had with Jim’s teacher less than half an hour ago fluttered around her mind in bits and pieces. 

From what little Barbara had heard it didn’t sound like Jim’s meltdown had been caused by an unexpected metamorphosis.

But she couldn’t be sure.

There had never been any repeats of the close call they had back when Jim was in sixth grade, but the possibility was never far from her mind.

They knew now that Jim transformed when it was nighttime, or when he went underground, but there may yet be more circumstances that could cause him to change that they weren’t aware of.

Turning the handle of the door labeled with a Main Office sign, Barbara stepped into the medium sized waiting area. The only people inside were a stern looking woman sitting at a computer that she assumed to be a receptionist and a tall, slender man with graying hair.

The man swiveled his head in her direction at the sound of the door opening.

“Dr. Lake I assume?” he spoke with a slight english accent, just like the voice from the phone.

This must be the teacher that called her, Strickler.

“Yes that’s me,”she glanced around the room, vacant except for the two of them and the receptionist “Where’s Jim?”

“Still in my office,” he flashed her an apologetic look while gesturing towards the chair across from him “I’m afraid he was in quite a state earlier, it may be awhile before he feels up to coming out,”

Even more concerned now, Barbara planted herself in one of the cheap looking chairs that seemed to be standard issue at public schools.

“I understand you wish to take Jim out of school for the rest of the day?”

“Yes that’s correct,”

Please don’t let him push. She needed to get Jim out of here, in case this was related to what happened to him at night and underground. Just this once, please let her take Jim out of school without poking and prodding into her reasoning as to why.

“Then you should fill out one of these forms and make sure it gets to Principle Levit,” Strickler gestured to a stack of papers sitting on the corner table “Do you need anything else?”

“No- no, thank you,” Barbara replied breathily, relieved at the lack of objections on his end.

“In that case I will return to teaching my class,” Strickler turned and made to leave.

For a second Barbara thought she was in the clear.

Then Strickler paused in the doorframe.

“Forgive me if I’m being forward, but are incidents like this a regular occurrence for Jim?”

Oh no.

“No, no, not really,” Barbara replied, inwardly cringing at how high and sharp her voice was.

Even to her that sounded fake and forced.

Strickler visibly faltered before continuing “I know Jim has only been a student here a short time, but I want to make sure his time here is well spent, I happen to know some excellent counselors and--”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Barbara cut him off before he could continue this line of discussion. 

It was best to nip any talk of counselors or therapy in the bud, She didn’t doubt that both she and Jim could greatly benefit from one or both of those things. But at this point they were just two more things on the very very long list of things that she and Jim needed to figure out how to do without.

Strickler’s face wrinkled with a combination of concern and wariness before smoothing into amiable neutrality almost instantly. He nodded back his acknowledgement to her, the silent response almost worse than any verbal one, and stepped out of the office, leaving Barbara alone except for the clicking of the receptionist’s keyboard.

She sat in silence for a few minutes, filling out the excused absence form while her mind continued to cycle through all of the possible reasons for Jim breaking down in tears.

What could have made him so upset? 

Maybe it really was remembering how James left them, or maybe the other anniversary a month and a half away was weighing on him.

Or maybe it was something completely unrelated, maybe Jim was having trouble starting high school. His nocturnal metamorphosis didn’t exclude him from all the standard stress of being a teenager; maybe Jim was being bullied

The edges of the excused absence form crinkled in her grip. She should have been paying more attention to him. Jim had seemed fine last night, but people that were fine didn’t have crying fits in the middle of crowded hallways.

It only took her a minute to finish filling out form, after that all Barbara could do was watch the clock and wait. 

Over half an hour ticked by, Barbara in a fluctuating state of trepidation the entire time, before the office door clicked open and Jim walked in.

His face was smooth and clean, freshly washed no doubt, but his eyes were still slightly red and puffy. Despite the efforts Jim had clearly made to clean himself up, it was obvious to anyone who looked twice that he had been crying.

The fact that Jim had become so good at concealing evidence of tears and emotional distress filled her with a dark, heavy emotion that Barbara couldn’t quite categorize.

Jim did a double take as soon as his eyes landed on her.

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

Barbara stood up out of her seat, more than anything she wanted to gather Jim up in her arms right then and there.

But she restrained herself; no doubt Jim was already ashamed enough of crying in front of his classmates. Chances are no one would notice or care about Jim getting hugged by his mother. But he was a teenager now, the rules had changed, and Barbara didn’t want to make things worse, even inadvertently. Hugs would come later.

“The school called me,” she handed the signed piece of paper to the receptionist, who took it with grudging acceptance “I signed you out of school for the rest of the day,” 

Jim opened his mouth and Barbara caught the start of a protest on his lips “No buts mister,” she spoke up before he could get a word out “Your mental health comes first,”

His mouth clicked shut, Jim held her gaze for a few moments before looking down to the floor. Part of her expected more objections from him, but there was none. 

Jim hated doing anything that singled him out from his peers, things like not being allowed to go to the roller rink party with his class, or bringing a note to school that said he had a condition that prevented him from going underground. That fact that Jim wasn’t putting up any sort of fight about being pulled from school in the middle of the day was troubling.

Gingerly, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder “Let’s go home, then you can tell me everything, sound good?”

Jim briefly met her eyes and responded with a curt nod.

Together, they stepped out of the office and made their way to the entrance of the school. It was the middle of a class period so the halls were practically deserted.

Which was just about the only thing to go right today.

Leaving the halls of Arcadia Oaks High behind, they went into the bright parking lot and walked over to her car.

The two of them got in and Barbara started the engine, but didn’t drive away. Maybe it would be better to wait until they were safe at home to grill Jim, but she just couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She needed to know just how serious this was.

“What happened?” her tone was frank, and firmer than she intended. 

Jim looked down towards his feet “Nothing really…”

“Jim--”

“Really it was nothing!” a defensive edge crept into his voice “Nothing happened to me!”

“Then why were you so upset?”

Jim turned away, once again refusing to look her in the eye.

Swallowing the lump that appeared in her throat, Barbara reached over to give Jim’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“Honey, please, talk to me,”

Her words seemed to have the opposite effect of what she intended. Jim curled in on himself and for a moment, Barbara thought she’d pushed too hard, then he mumbled out a reply.

“....I ...figured something out….”

Barbara felt her heart skip a beat.

What could Jim have figured out? Another trigger that caused him to change, a previously undiscovered aspect of his transformation? 

 Whatever it was, based on Jim's response, Barbara doubted it was anything good. 

“Figured out what?”

Silence stretched out between them. 

When Jim’s reply finally came it was barely audible, but she heard it just as clearly as if he’d shouted it.

“....I’m never going to be normal….”

Barbara’s breath caught in her throat, there was no doubt in her mind about what he was referring to, but she had to ask all the same.

“What do you mean?” she said softly.

Jim looked up at her, looking far more hopeless than any fifteen year old ever should.

“What happens to me at night ...isn't going to get better, I’m not going to be able to go to college or get a job….” his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper “I’m going to be stuck like this until the day I die,"

Her heart broke at seeing Jim look so miserable.

“Don’t say that Jim,” Barbara leaned over and laid both hands on his shoulders “There’s online classes, and jobs you can do over the computer, and I’m still looking into where the bath bomb came from. Maybe one day we can--”

Jim slammed his fist against the dashboard, a move so out of character for him that Barbara jerked backwards, stunned into silence.

“Please. Stop.” his expression was anguished “It doesn’t matter what we do or try...”

He raised a hand and gestured vaguely toward himself “I...I...can never have the same kind of life as Toby or...or...” Jim trailed off, raw agony bleeding into his words.

Barbara’s own throat was tight with emotion, hand outstretched to touch him reassuringly, but afraid of how Jim would respond to that right now. She’d done it again. She was always too quick to offer solutions when what Jim really needed in the moment was to be sad and angry for a while. 

But this was more than that.

It wasn’t as though Barbara never thought about college or Jim’s future, but sometimes it got hard to focus on anything that wasn’t immediately pressing. Although the idea of online classes had crossed her mind a few times.

Now that she thought about it, even if Jim could get some kind of degree that way, and she wasn't sure that he could, what could he do with it? 

Most jobs that let you work from home still had interviews, and Skype meetings, and something that demanded an occasional appearance at night.

Barbara needed to say something, reassure him; let Jim know that his future wasn’t as bleak as it seemed.

So why couldn’t she think of anything?

“I won’t go to college...I...I can’t get a job,” Jim said, voice thick with the promise of tears “Toby will move away, and I’ll be alone after you...you…”

It was in that instant that Barbara understood what had caused Jim to breakdown for the first time today.

After that Jim gave up trying to say words, merely curling up on the passenger seat, starting to shiver with barely restrained sobs, tell tale shine of tears in his eyes.

Barbara was frozen in place, still reeling in shock as her son dissolved into sobbing for the second time that day.

As much as she wanted to deny what he said, tell him that he could still live a rich, full life, she couldn’t. That wasn’t even a lie she could tell herself anymore.

Barbara watched Jim shudder and heave with the force of his cries on the seat beside her. Her own eyes started to burn with tears. 

It should have been her.

The thought came out of nowhere, but the truth in it resonated in her bones.

They were her goddamn bath bombs in the first place, she should have been the one that used it and started changing every night.

Barbara was an adult, even ten years ago she’d been an adult. She’d had her childhood, her adolescence, her fun filled years of youth. She could have coped with her adult life being truncated.

Her breaths were shaky and uneven. From behind her glasses. tears built up until they began to fog her lenses.

But that wasn’t what happened.

Jim had been the one in the line of fire, he was the one who had his life cut short before he could even start living it.

And it was all Barbara’s fault.

She smothered a sob into a sharp whimper.

Why had she even given him the bath bomb in the first place?

Cold spots appeared on Barbara’s cheeks, letting her know that her tears had started flowing past her eyelids.

Jim was going to be trapped living half a life and there was nothing she could do to change that.

No matter how much Barbara, worked or tried. No matter how much she loved Jim and poured her heart into taking care of him...it wouldn’t be enough.

And after she died he would be all alone.

That thought finally snapped Barbara out of her stunned paralysis. She jerked towards Jim with both arms outstretched and wrapped him in the tightest hug possible.

“...I’m so sorry Jim...” 

Jim squeezed his own arms around her just as tight, openly bawling against her shoulder.

Barbara was crying in earnest right along with him. 

Her own tears trickling down and dripping onto his hair.

In all her life she’d never felt so powerless.

Barbara had always tried to present a strong front to Jim, someone that he could always rely on for support and grace under pressure, but what was the point now? 

The future ahead was dark, they both knew it, what was the point in pretending any different?

“...I’m so...so…”

Barbara couldn’t form words anymore, she was crying too hard. But then again what did it matter? Nothing she said would make a difference. 

Jim had passed that point a long time ago, forgoing any attempts at verbal communication, instead clinging to her with all his might, weeping with abandon.

It was just like that first night, nearly ten years ago.

Both of them caught in a maelstrom of fear and hopelessness, hanging on to each other with all their might.

But this time Barbara knew the sun wasn’t coming up. 

The nightmare was here to stay.

Barbara dug her fingers into Jim’s jacket in an effort to hold him even tighter, as if by holding him close enough she could protect him from all the worst life could throw at him.

Anything was better than admitting to herself that nothing she did was worth a damn.

Even after everything they had been through; the heartbreak, the horror, the fear, solitude, and misery, Barbara and Jim were right back where they started.

Jim continued to bawl against her shoulder while Barbara held onto him with all of her strength. She was twisted halfway out of her seat and the parking break was jabbing into her side, but none of that compared to the anguish of imagining the distance between her and Jim growing even a little.

All they had was each other, and that just wasn’t enough.

[kinetic-elaboration]

February 5: Thoughts on The 100 2x03 Reapercussions

I am very tired and I should sleep but instead I’m going to bring my The 100 rewatch project out of hiatus yet again with Episode 2x03: Reapercussions.

I miss Anya so much!!!!! This is mostly my Dichen Lachman obsession showing but also the way she gives Clarke that ‘yeah, whatever’ look when Clarke says she’ll get her out of the cage... your Grounder fave could never.

The show honestly peaked with S2 and after this it should have abandoned all attempts at edginess because nothing will ever be more Pure Nightmare Fuel than the Mount Weather Grounder Cages.

Clarke/Anya: the ship that almost was.

So when Clarke takes Anya out of the prison room, she opens a door that says “End Containment Area” and underneath that it says “U.S. Department of Homeland Security, Mount Weather Containment Protocol.” And people really thought JRoth made this up omg learn some history.

Considering how they left things (Anya literally trying to kill her and all her friends) it’s actually pretty impressively selfless and magnanimous on Clarke’s part to not just rescue her, but immediately and unthinkably rescue her. On the other hand, Anya feels some remorse for leaving her people whereas Clarke’s like ‘here are some clothes [even though those random bandages are holding up pretty well??], let’s get a move on!’ (I know she intended to come back for them and she was being smart and practical but from the pov of, say, Jasper or Monty, this is cold as hell of her.)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: early S2 Clarke is Peak Clarke: smart, sly, practical, brave.

Byrne mentions Earth Skills teacher “Davis” as being part of the search team for Bell et. al. My question: how many Earth Skills teachers did they have lol?

I fucking love this crashed-ship aesthetic omg I forget how much I love it and then I see it again....

“On the Ark, you did anything you wanted, without a second thought about the consequences.” Like mother, like daughter.

I ALSO miss Jasper and Maya. I’m probably like the lone person out there who still remembers them fondly but they were basically perfect because they were sweet but with the potential for a lot of darkness as well, my favorite combination.

WHERE’S MY ART SCHOOL JAYA AU?

So actually fun fact, that isn’t how the art work would have been stored in Mount Weather. They had special containers for the paintings to protect them and like a special cart thing to transport them quickly from their old homes to the bunker I read a book.

No one ever characterizes him this way sufficiently imo but Monty is really quite uptight in a way. Like first: don’t cockblock him man. And second: just chilll. This is probably why he used to smoke weed.

“Trouble? It’s Clarke. Whatever she’s up to, I’m sure she can handle it.” I mean.... he’s not wrong.

Except for the part where she’s covered in dead bodies. But even then...

So I always felt like the main point of the Reapers was as kind of a zombie police force for Mount Weather: to keep the Grounders scared of the Mountain, so they won’t poke around in it too much. Though of course they also collect Grounders, which is helpful, since the Mountain Men can’t walk that far from their home base (and, as stated, they probably want to keep most of that area Grounder-free anyway). But it occurs to me now that a third use of the Reapers is like dead-body collectors? The Mountain dumps the dead bodies out the trap door, and the Reapers take them away and eat them. So gross and efficient all at once. Mount Weather’s motto basically.

Murphy and his creating-a-distraction stones are still one of the funniest jokes this show has ever pulled, though if it were a quicker reveal after “something like that” it would be funnier.

Never mind, Bellamy appearing out of the bush is true underrated comedy gold,

That said, I feel like everything outside of the Mount Weather and Clarke stories here is filler.

Love! That! Ship!

Major Byrne says that Kane is on the verge of losing control of the camp but... I dunno.... everyone seems to be working together pretty well? Maybe if they had diversified the cast a little, not in terms of yet more Grounders but, like, non-leaders of the Ark, that would be more clear????

Okay, well, admittedly, when the Grounder prisoner is brought in they do start a mini-mob, lol. Also one of the delinquent’s fathers is shot, it would be cool if we knew who he was?? ETA: and then he dies and Abby’s like “does he have any family?” lol he just said that his son was one of the 100 so like obviously he does??

The costuming people, like the set people, really are the geniuses of this show. I love Clarke and Anya’s outfits, and Clarke’s hair somehow being both grungy and beautiful like THAT’s the apocalypse style I wanna see.

Also they absolutely 100% would have gotten together in the S2-S3 hiatus if Anya hadn’t been killed off.

“You saved my life because you needed me” IS true but she also did it absolutely without hesitation, even knowing Anya really quite truly hates her, so this speaks either to some foolhardy bravery mixed in with her practical thoughts, or just straight compassion, or both. I guess that sort of is a Clarke thing. She can be a grudge holder (seriously don’t tell me she isn’t: Wells????) but her grudges are NEVER more important than hard-nosed practical problem-solving.

Time for some gratuitous torture. Honestly, I like Season 2, it’s probably my favorite season, but it has some MAJOR filler problems. Like when it’s good it’s THE BEST but then other times it just doesn’t know how to fill 40 minutes so it resorts to pointless diversions (like Bellamy rappelling down the side of a mountain to save a character who is literally never seen again? for some reason?) or just straight out ugly violence for screaming’s sake (Raven’s surgery, Raven’s Grounder torture, Abby’s shocklashing, etc.) Like honestly I can’t even watch this. I’m just gonna browse tumblr until it’s done.

The Arkers really like the concept of “confessing” don’t they?

Like okay I’m not done WHAT IS THE POINT of this? It all but kills the whole Kabby vibe (I still lowkey ship them but sometimes I think...why?), it’s truly painful to watch, and it has no plot purpose AT ALL not even world-building because, lol, we know the writers don’t care to flesh out Camp Jaha in any real way.

Murphy is taking such sad glee out of instigating Finn’s madness/violence. The Luci of The 100 for sure.

This Bellamy story line is boring though I’m sorry. Some of these scenes (the Clarke or Mount Weather ones) I could watch a million times but this is like... kay, I know what happens already. So.

“There are some lines you can’t uncross.” I mean I think this show has actually shown that’s pretty untrue since people get over almost everything pretty fast. There’s always another horrific thing to do and/or experience!

Yeah my bitterness is seeping in.

Anyway when you come into an interrogation knowing what the “right” answer is, you’ll never learn anything, take note, stupid teenager boys + U.S. law enforcement.

Like honestly this Grounder is 500000x smarter than they are. He saves himself and rains gunfire and destruction upon his enemies. (Well, saves himself for a few minutes--but at least he got to cause harm to those he hates!)

“You thought I was the crazy one, huh?” Was Murphy ever crazy, though, or was he just coldly vengeful?

Speaking of coldly vengeful, Byrne could have been a potentially interesting character? Maybe? I’m not really into the type but as I said I want more Arkers wherever I can find them. And Kane needs real opposition. I have sympathy for him to a degree, but I also think he ultimately weakens rather than strengthens himself.

I love when Monty calls bullshit on stuff. “I can’t see Clarke? Try and fucking stop me, bitches.”

Jasper has such a big heart. Truly the emotional core of this friendship.

I like how Kane speaks as if his “diplomatic mission” of adults is so vastly different than Bellamy and Finn just going off on their own I mean, Byrne is little better than Finn? They’re both easily frustrated and fond of torture? It’s just that Byrne understands a chain of command--barely--that’s literally it.

How does it make literally any sense at all to shocklash a person one hour and make her the Chancellor the next? Like you’ve just encouraged the populace to think of her as nothing special, not above the embarrassing public application of extreme pain--but yes by all means expect them to fall into line behind her leadership. I mean I guess this sort of works if she was already somehow beloved (I guess I’m supposed to just believe that?) and now more sympathy has been generated for her--but such sympathy would seem to come at the expense of Kane. It would seem to be the opposite of what he, or really Byrne, was going for with that disgusting display. But whatever memory is a fiction I guess.

And they have this swelling-music romantic eye-fuck goodbye like??? He was just beating you!! JUST NOW!

What I’m getting out of Murphy advocating for killing the Grounder: first, he has a clear, cold, practicality not unlike Clarke, and two, he still thinks of the delinquents as his friends--how sweet. Two days ago he was killing them, holding them hostage, and stealing their ammo before a huge battle but still. Bygones.

This is not a great ep. for Bellamy leadership lol.

Finn executes a man, while wearing Clarke’s watch, in the place they had sex. Seems...symbolic?? IDK it’s late lol.

I miss Nyko a lot but also now that I’ve seen (part of) Slasher I’m not entirely sure I can ever see Ty Olsson in the same light.

Wouldn’t it be funny if they were literal brothers? Because I always assumed this was metaphorical but...was it? WAS IT?

Weird note to end on, I know. If patterns hold, it’ll be another 2-3 months before I do this again but I’ll try to be a little more on the ball about it.

[syao]

Ridiculous Things

Pairing: Neji x Tenten | Read Time: 11 mins

“Good work today.”

Tenten glanced down from the treetop where she sat as she watched over their target’s residence that rainy evening.

Twenty feet below her stood her teammate, Hyuuga Neji, who was clad in a dark gray raincoat to ward off the expected overnight chill during his shift. For the next few days, they would be taking turns keeping an eye on a B-class criminal who was assigned to them for capture by the Tsunade-sama.

Rock Lee and their temporary team member for this mission, Uzumaki Naruto, had already taken their respective shifts during the day. She took the early evening to midnight hours, while Neji was slated for the graveyard hours.

(She initially got the overnight shift when they drew lots to decide their assigned hours, but the Hyuuga clandestinely switched hers with his upon learning what she picked.)

“Aren’t you a little too early?” It was only nine in the evening— three whole hours before she could take off.

He made his way up to the branch. “I had nothing to do back home anyway.” His hand slipped into his bag to pull out a teal-colored tumbler. “Here.”

“What’s this?” She took the container from him and twisted the lid open. The sweet, vegetal aroma of matcha tea filled her nostrils, warming her up with a cozy sensation of calmness.

“When Hinata-sama learned about the team’s new assignment, she took it upon herself to make extra tea for the team members who’d be around during my shift.”

She grinned as the image of the elite clan’s heiress making tea flashed in her mind. “That’s so sweet of your cousin! And it’s still hot, too!” Her eyebrow raised. “Don’t tell me you came here early just for this?”

“Anything unusual going on?” he asked instead, his Byakugan-endowed eyes scanning the place.

… yup, he didn’t tell me. She stifled a giggle. “None so far. There were a few people who had gone in and out earlier today, according to Naruto.”

 “People?”

“Servants of that family manor. Possibly to procure food—KYAAAH!!!” A flash of lightning and a sudden clap of thunder caused her to clamp both hands on her ears. The canteen slipped off her grip, but before the scorching liquid could touch her lap, a pale hand shot up and knocked the bottle away. It plummeted harmlessly to the ground instead.

“N-Neji!” Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw the red patch on the back of his hand. “I-I…”

“It’s fine.” He held out his hand to let the raindrops soothe the pain of the burn. “Tell me about the people who’ve visited the manor.”

When he received no reply, he glanced back at her in puzzlement. Tenten’s attention was on her messenger bag that she was rummaging through.

“Tenten—”

“Found it!” She let out a cry of delight as she fished out her one and only piece of clean towel. Carefully, she held it out underneath the rain to let it soak. “Let me hold your hand for a second.” Without waiting for a response, she gripped his hand and proceeded to wrap it with the damp cloth.

Neji watched her do her ministrations intently. “This isn’t necessary.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Knowing Neji, his whole body would be burning in fever and he would still dismiss medicine as unnecessary.

 “There you go!” With one last quick tug, she finished tying the knot and proudly inspected her work. “It isn’t very pretty, but at least this should hold up for a bit.”

He nodded. “It will.”

“Hold up a bit?”

“Not win any beauty contest prizes from medics.”

Her mouth hung open at hearing his last line. Did he just… make a joke? THE Hyuuga Neji who shames Konoha’s finest stand-up comedians with his inability to laugh at even their most killer quips? A sweat broke off her eyebrow. Should I laugh? But what if it wasn’t a joke? The knots ARE pretty unsightly… She grabbed both sides of her head, a dark expression on her face.  

“Stop it.” He lightly tapped the top of her head with his bandaged hand.

“H-Huh?” One eye peeked out towards him warily.

“Whatever you’re thinking right now.” He shifted embarrassedly away from her. “Focus on the job.”

Oh. He WAS making a joke. Shoot. With the timing to laugh shamefully missed, she heeded his advice and proceeded to scan her surroundings with her alert brown eyes.

“The season of rain has come upon us,” he remarked out of the blue, though he refused to turn her way.

Is it just me, or is Neji being awfully chatty tonight? She unconsciously sniffed the air to see if there was any trace of alcohol in him and found nothing but the lingering scent of matcha. He did smell really good, though, and especially inviting in the chilly nocturnal weather.

“Go home.”

Realizing that she had nearly crawled towards his lap in an attempt to sniff him, she sprang back to her original seat, face burning. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Her head bowed repeatedly in panic before him. Oh my god, he’s going to sue me for sexual harassment!

“It’s only going to rain harder, so go back.”

Her head shot up from its bowing position. “Eh? I still have a few hours left on my shift!”

“I’m going to be here anyway.”

A vein popped on her face. “Neji, listen.” She tucked her legs underneath her in a lotus sitting position and glared at him scoldingly. “You already swapped shifts with me. You also headed here earlier than you should. And now, you want me to leave my post earlier. I sure hope this doesn’t mean you think I’m less competent than the rest of the team.” Her eyes bored through his challengingly. 

Then and now, she had made it her mantra to prove to the world that gender was immaterial in the battlefield. She had no qualms doing the same, even if it was against her prodigious teammate who happened to smell really, really nice this evening.

To her surprise, he shook his head in almost conciliatory manner. “That was not my intention. It’s just that…”

“What?”

His pale orbs finally met hers. “Earlier, the lightning startled you.”

Her forehead creased.

“Everyone, regardless if it’s a man or a woman, has something one fears,” he continued quietly. “I thought you’ll feel better at home, where the environment is familiar and comforting.”

She felt herself shrinking back in shame at getting testy with him so quickly. And, well, that he figured her out again, as always.  “W-Well... storms don’t scare me. I-I just… need to make sure I know that the thunder’s coming… so I can, um, brace myself.”

“Alright.”

Safe! She brushed her damp bangs off her forehead and vigilantly kept a discreet watch on the skies, resolving not to let him catch her cowering from the elements again. She was a fully-grown adult chuunin, for Pete's sake! She had long outgrown those scary chilly nights from years ago, when she had no one to envelop her in a warm, comforting embrace and tell her that those scary monsters waiting for her outside her bedroom windows were merely tree branches facing the wrath of a powerful storm...

“Tenten.”

She whirled around in surprise, then realized that she had once again displayed her utter lack of attention on the job. “I’m focusing, I’m focusing—”

Neji shook off his raincoat and handed it to her. “Wear this.”

Her eyes fell on the dark gray fabric briefly, then returned to his face. “I’m fine.”

“You were shivering.”

Those blasted gifted Byakugan eyes! “I’m fine,” she repeated, more firmly this time.

“Yes, yes.”

She nearly burst out laughing at his unexpected response. “That… that’s a terrible impression, Neji!” She recognized nearly the same words she used on him when she was tying his hand with a cloth, except that the elegant Hyuuga could not bring himself to say ‘yeah’.

Snickering, she finally conceded and took his coat from his hand. She now understood why he was being so nice to her— it was actually Hyuuga Neji’s own clumsy way of returning the favor earlier!

But instead of slinging her arms into it, she opted to move closer to her teammate and wrap the coat over both of their shoulders. “To be fair,” she said with a grin. “It’s yours, after all.”

He tried to protest and so, instinctively, she held up a finger to motion him to shush. But because of their proximity, her fingertip ended up nearly touching his lips. The surprising softness sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her heart race.

“S-Sorry!” She quickly withdrew her hand and laughed nervously. Tenten, stupid! “W-We’re only sharing this till the end of my shift, don’t worry!”

“Very well,” she heard him say. Heard, because for some reason, she suddenly couldn’t muster the guts to meet his gaze.

After what seemed like an eternity of deafening silence, she snuck a look at her teammate to see what he was doing.

Neji had resumed a careful watch over the manor. He was scanning the parameters carefully, methodically even, the way they had been exactly trained back in the Academy.

See, Tenten? You’re the only one who’s making things uncomfortable for the both of you! she scolded herself. Shame on you, really. Neji’s being awfully nice to you because he noticed you’re acting like a spooked kid, and you’re returning the favor by suddenly assuming he’s attracted to you. 

She followed suit, fully determined to ignore the cozy warmth his shoulder lent to her bare skin. I mean, let’s be realistic here. With his brains, looks, and family name, he can get any girl he wants! Right? She gulped back the bitterness that sprung from within her at the thought.

Right, Neji? She involuntarily glanced up at him and was stunned to see that he was looking her way as well. As if he intuitively knew that she was silently speaking to him.

His gaze was so quiet and gentle and so concerned for her. She vaguely heard him asking if she was okay, and she opened her mouth to respond, But somewhere along the way, her brain malfunctioned and she had leaned in to cover his lips with hers instead.

  It was the second day of their stakeout.

It was also just her second hour in, but Tenten was ready to bolt away at the next possible chance. 

Earlier, she had begged and bribed Uzumaki Naruto with the ramen coupon she bought with her meager chuunin’s weekly allowance so he would swap shifts with her. How was she to know that the ramen dork was granted an eat-all-you-can month by the Hokage for his recent successful mission in Suna?

She glanced at her watch. It was right about this time last night when Neji arrived with his heavenly jug of matcha. Her heart would race wildly whenever she recalled the scene on the treetop (which was, well, every five minutes or so).

What was I thinking?! Wait, was I even thinking then? 

“GRAAAAH!” She knocked the side of her head repeatedly with her fist. “Stupid. Hormonal. Violated his lips.” In a flash, she recalled how soft they felt against hers, and how his scent melded with matcha tea. “No, no, no!” She vehemently shook her head, hoping this was enough to clear her mind of impure thoughts about her poor teammate.

She had already thought about this long and hard last night, after her senses returned and she pulled away from him and mumbled an unintelligible apology and dashed back to her home.

For all her protestations, one thing was undeniable. She was attracted to her teammate of ten years. She didn’t know since when, but somehow she ended up acting on those feelings unexpectedly that night.

But it wasn’t just her feelings that mattered in this situation. What about Neji? 

She tried to imagine what must be running through his mind at the moment— to be kissed by a girl he had known all his life but only really sees as a friend. She knew that the gentlemanly person he was, he must be working out strategies on how he can best smooth things over between them without overtly confronting the issue so he could offer her a graceful way out.

I’m so sorry, Neji, she thought unhappily. After this, I promise I won’t dare approach you beyond ten feet unless we have a chaperone or something. In fact, I’ll— From the corner of her eyes, she saw the gates open. 

It was the same wagon being used by the servants to bring in food, but somehow, she had a feeling that something was amiss. One hooded servant helped himself up the wagon, but the rest leaped on it as if it was nothing. And they were seated away from the said servant, as if they were maintaining a respectful distance…

Something clicked in her mind. Grabbing her radio, she alerted the team. “I’ll be in pursuit. Target heading 60 degrees southwest. Back me up, NOW!”

To her surprise, Neji leaped out from a tree located not too far away from her. “Let’s go!”

 Although taken by surprise, she knew now was not the time to ask. Nodding, she joined him in dashing after their perp.

  “HURRAY! Justice has prevailed once again!” Rock Lee happily raised his fist in a victorious pose.

Naruto happily joined him. “HURRAY! An eat-all-you-can voucher at Ichiraku once again!”

Maito Gai proudly patted the shoulders of Neji and Tenten. “Great job, you two! The traps Neji set and Tenten’s beautiful takedown enabled us to arrest the criminal without needlessly injuring civilians.”

The kunoichi recalled how she jumped and attacked the still-disguised target with the unbridled ferociousness of a baby panda. “Uh, thanks, Gai-sensei.”

“Now let’s go tell the Hokage-sama about our successful mission!”

Neji raised a hand. “You can go ahead. Tenten will be with you in a moment.”

“Why?!” she and Gai chorused, though hers was more decidedly out of despair than curiosity.

 “She needs to fix her hair up a bit.” He pointed to the mop of auburn hair that had come loose from her odango ribbon after her tangle with their perp. “As her teacher, it is your duty to not allow your student to be exposed to the public looking disheveled— especially not a young woman of marriageable age.”

Tenten’s eyes nearly bulged when she saw Gai nod solemnly in agreement to Neji’s blatantly manipulative words. “Sensei!”

 “Forgive your foolish sensei, Tenten.” Gai planted both hands firmly on her shoulders. “Fortunately, Neji was able to stop me from bringing shame and sadness to your maidenly heart!”

“M-Maidenly heart?!”

“Well then, we shall take our leave.” Gai gave them a cheery wave and turned to go. “See you later!”

“Gai-sensei!” Tenten was about to follow suit when she felt a pair of arms lift her from underneath. “Neji!” She then felt them leap up from the ground and land on a nearby treetop.

He finally deposited her back to her feet. “I was afraid you were going to run away before we can properly talk.”

As always, Hyuuga Neji could read her like an open book. Sighing in resignation, she sat down. “Alright, let’s talk. But don’t bring up what happened last night.”

 “That’s what I specifically want to discuss.”

 She grimaced. Oh well, let’s get this over with. “Fine. Let’s start with my apology. I— thank you!” she blinked when he slid off his own hair tie and handed it to her. “I-I mean, sorry! I’m sorry I can’t accept this!”

 “Do you have any spare hair ribbons?”

“I-It’s fine!” she insisted frantically. “Besides, whenever you start lending me things, my daydream machine starts running wild and I start assuming ridiculous things--oops!”

 “Ridiculous things? Like?”

 Her face flamed at his question. “L-Like.. Like… ARGH!” She buried her face in her hands helplessly. Kami-sama, please make this tree come to life and make it swallow me alive right now, pleaseeeeee!

 “I, too, come up with ridiculous notions from time to time,” said Neji reassuringly, but his kind tone did little to appease the colors rioting on her face at the moment.

 “For instance, there was a time I wondered if maybe Gai-sensei and Lee’s spandex suits were really that comfy—”

Her shoulders stiffened.

“Or that one time when I wondered why nearly all the girls including yourself found Uchiha Sasuke cute. His looks aren’t that special to me and Hinata-sama.”

He still hasn’t moved on from that?! That was, like, way back during our genin years!

“But the most persistent ridiculous thought I had is this.” She felt his fingers carefully sliding off the hands covering her distressed face until finally, she had no choice but to look at him. “What would it be like for a caged bird to fly?” He clasped her limp hands in his and held them tightly. “After my father died, I felt that the clan seal will bound me forever into the cage of the Hyuuga’s fate. It’s ridiculous for a caged bird like me to ever dream of the skies. So I forbade myself to think of such impractical things.”

“N-Neji…”

“And then I met you— you who’s so free-spirited and courageous and strong. When I’m with you, I felt it was the closest to freedom I could get, ” he continued quietly. “And this caged bird started thinking of ridiculous things again, like personal dreams and wants and wishes.”

A crooked smile crossed his face. “I know that at best, I could only make one or two of them come true, but if there is one ridiculous thing that fate will guarantee it will grant, I want it to be the one in which I can be where you are.” He gingerly wiped her knuckles with his thumb. “Of all those ridiculous things, that would truly make me the happiest.”

 Tenten self-consciously cleared her throat. “S-So… is it safe to say that you, um, like me?”

 He nodded.

 “A-And that you didn’t mind that I stole a kiss from you last night?”

 “I don’t mind it the slightest. Feel free to take it again anytime.”

She let out a deep relieved sigh. “And I was so worried back there that I was the only one who feels—”

He didn’t give her the chance to finish her words, as she was soon enveloped in the warm embrace of the smiling Hyuuga.

 THE END

[panbelacqua]

Initial Thoughts on Hiveswap Act 1:

Spoilers below:

The art is excellent, we already knew this - and it stays excellent throughout the duration of the act. What really hit me were the leitmotifs: from the use of ‘English’ when opening the portal, to ‘Hate You’ when we see Trizza, the music subtly calls back to Homestuck, tying together similar/related concepts, and serving to reinforce the idea that these stories don’t just share a world: they’re important to one another.

Joey’s characterization is really interesting, especially as a Homestuck fan. We can see the way that she and Rose diverge in their opinions of Roxy. To Joey, she was an authority figure, but she was also still basically a kid. Rose had to deal with that kid, now grown-up, and without the mitigating presence of a sibling. Roxy’s stance on Jake also serves to round-out the B1 Universe: just like B1 Dirk and Roxy, Jake was an awful parent, neglectful of the needs of his children. 

The writing alludes to future events juuust enough to be tantalizing. The sly references to Jane when you examine her picture, and the implications this has for Dad, John, and Jade. Joey’s refusal to use the rubber dart guns Jude plays with, and the reason (Jake) why.

Alternia is incredibly pretty. We can see a sprawling metropolis, without ever ‘breaking character’ and getting a crowd-shot, as is typical for Homestuck, which I liked. The lore seems to be mostly correct (Xefros’ erroneous assertion about ALL adults living offworld aside?), and having read the comic, everything slots into place quite nicely, while adding to the existing lore. In particular, getting more clarifiation on lusii (that they’re species of Alternian fauna, each with their own genetic classification) was really nice.

The puzzling never comes off as obtuse, and the obstacles (mostly) feel natural, rather than arbitrary interjections of difficulty.

And then there’s Dammek.

I don’t know how they’re going to handle Dammek in the future, or in Hauntswitch, but right now? Oh Boy. I guess it might be natural, given how many of the troll players were dicks, that at least one of the ‘protag’ trolls we meet is, but. Yikes. I’m hoping that this situation isn’t just...left. We have 7 more acts for this to be worked on (speaking of, will owning both games add an epilogue, or will we know the rough ending of Hauntswitch, before the 1st Act even comes out, due to playing Hiveswap?), so...I dunno. Xefros and Dammek clearly aren’t good for one another, which is a massive shame, given how they seemed to be highlighted as a central m/m romance (though they probably wouldn’t be sharing much screentime, given their current interuniversal separation). Dammek’s 15ish, so it’s not like he’s really...culpable as an adult, but I’m not yet sure how much that matters? He’s a kid raised on alien hellworld, so it’s not like he’s actually been shown how interpersonal interactions should work. Maybe human exposure’ll do that, in Hauntswitch? I just don’t want him to stayyyy an asshole, and I don’t want Xefros to be forced to forgive him, but I want m/m romance.

What I’m HOPING is that Joey’s romantic interest in women isn’t just something to generate quirky text, and that her sole expression of attraction to men (which is expressed in the small percentage of her text being spoken to another person), is feigned. All/almost all of the troll characters will be bi, it would be nice to have a lesbian in the main cast. Building on this, setting Joey up with a girl troll just. Please. I was hoping for Cridea, untilll I paid more attention to her age from pre-release stuff. Even assuming Joey turns 15 tomorrow (which would be funny, given her comment about not wanting to spend any birthdays on Alternia), then she’s 2.3 years younger than the 17.33 year old Cridea Jeevik. So, not great.

They mentioned 5 playable characters though, iirc? Joey, Jude, Xefros, and 2 others. Assuming Cridea’s one (which we don’t know), here’s hoping the last is a girl around Joey’s age.

‘Cause oooohman, if the romance ends up being: -Abusive moirallegiance -M/F romance between Xefros and Joey hmmmmmmmmmnope (Also: why haven’t we heard Dammek’s last name?)

[cosmicmapping-blog]

Thoughts on The Last Jedi (Spoilers)

Yesterday, After two weeks of narrowly avoiding several spoilers in the form of MovieWeb articles and obnoxious Twitter posts, I finally got the chance to check out the latest installment and 8th episode of the Star Wars saga, The Last Jedi.

I had my apprehensions about the film going in. The “Porg” creatures seen in the trailers and marketing immediately reminded me of soulless capitalistic entities such as Minions created exclusively for maximizing profit scared me that Disney might be heading down the wrong path with the franchise. Although, knowing Breaking Bad director Rian Johnson was at the helm of this film always gave me excitement and hope that this film would end up being a worthy addition to the Star Wars mythos. I mean, Come on now. A Star Wars movie directed by the guy who was responsible for some of the best episodes of BREAKING BAD. This had to have been good. Different, But good. At let me tell you... He did not disappoint.

What I love about this movie is that it TAKES RISKS. Sure, It has some dumb moments clearly shoe-horned in for toddlers, But Ech. They never jump the shark with these moments and everything still feels like it belongs in the Star Wars universe. And the Porgs ended up being FAR less annoying than I thought they’d be. I actually kind of enjoyed them while they were just moseying around on Ahch-To. It added life to the universe and felt proper. Although, Once they started boarding the Millennium Falcon, chewing the wiring and messing with Chewbacca, The “Minionness” of the Porgs really started to show and slightly took away from the immersion of the movie. I also find it sad that Chewbacca’s role in the movie was almost exclusively tied to these scenes with the Porgs.

Anyways, Let’s get into the nitty-gritty.

This film was considerably darker than The Force Awakens, But it doesn’t rely on its darkness as a gimmick. Many Shows/Movies today just love to wear their darker nature like a parade float and march down the streets yelling “Look at me! look at me! We killed off a bunch of dudes for no reason, Aren’t we so hip and edgy!” Shows like The Walking Dead or Game of Thrones (While both being two of my favorite shows) Have done this in the past. Instead of using dark writing as a tool to lift the narrative itself and tell meaningful stories, They’ll just do something dark and edgy to get on Twitter trending for a few days and up their ratings. Season 5 of Game of Thrones is a great example of this. Now I am NOT AT ALL saying dark storytelling is a bad or lazy thing, Not at all. I absolutely love dark storytelling. I use it in my own videos all the time, And I believe it’s an absolutely wonderful way to generate emotion and build connections between the Audience and the story. Although, If it’s nothing but darkness, What’s the point of watching?... It’s the same thing for overly-happy meaningless drivel. If there’s no conflict, Why be invested?... And if there’s no resolution, Just endless sadness, Why be invested?... Anyways, I’m getting off topic.

Here are a couple bullet points and moments that really stood out for me:

1: Yoda’s scene

The appearance of Yoda was truly an unexpected and wonderful move. Yoda appears essentially to bring Luke out of his nihilist fervor, And into the light once more. By destroying the first Jedi temple, Which was just a beautiful move. Yoda doesn’t show up just to tell Luke to “Believe in himself” or to “Hold on to the light” He agrees with Luke and straight up says “You’re right, Fuck the past” And sets the tree ablaze. Which is so surprising given Yoda spent half the movies trying to preserve the Jedi order, Making this even more meaningful. Instead, What he shows Luke isn’t some corny message about the light or whatever. It’s about moving on. Leaving the past in the past and setting out towards a brighter future, Even if it means burning it all down. And as Luke & Yoda sat there, Watching the tree burn, I dought there was a dry eye in the theater. The full-circle moment shared between not a master and his Padawan, But now two equal Jedi-Masters was completely heart-wrenching. The line “Oh I have missed you, Young Skywalker” Particularly got to me. One tiny thing though, I didn’t particularly care for Yoda’s puppet... I wish they either went with the CGI model from Revenge of The Sith, Or made a version more accurate to the original Empire Strikes Back puppet.

2: The silent Light-speed cruiser into Snoke’s ship.

This was an absolutely stunning scene. First of all, The very notion of this scene is crazy on its own. There was always something about the cruiser ships in Star Wars that fascinated me as a kid. Their stunning grandeur, A city in the sky. And knowing these weren’t just hunks of metal floating in space, No. These were ships. Thousands of rooms in each section of the ship, Thousands of people living their lives. Bedrooms, Theatres, Lavatories, The control rooms. All within the confines of this existentially massive tomb. It was always just so interesting to me. The idea of one of these things slamming into the other at light speed is totally something out of “Wouldn’t it be crazy if they did this” conversation, AND THEY DID IT. When the tension is building, Things are looking bleakest for the Resistance as their entire movement are sitting ducks to The First Order’s cannons, The streak of light goes through Snoke’s ship and you’re left with nothing but silence accompanying the visuals of the incomprehensibly massive shockwave destroying The First Order’s fleet and restoring hope to the resistance, It’s an absolutely transcendent feeling.

3: Leia’s space scene.

I thought this was it for Leia. When the bombs hit the deck I automatically assumed I had witnessed the death of one of the most iconic characters in Film history, And I couldn’t help but feel showing her floating corpse drifting through the void of space was a tad much... Then it happened. Through The Force, Her own energy, Or god knows what. She came back to consciousness and flew through the void back to the ship. This was totally out of nowhere and probably the scene most people are split on. Some think it’s completely unfounded, Makes no sense, And jumps the shark entirely. Others believe it worked perfectly to stun the audience and build the narrative. I like to believe it worked well, But unfortunately, we’re never going to see the end of this new narrative... It’s been said by the production team that Episode Nine was going to be Leia’s movie. The plot would have been very focused around Leia what most likely whatever these new found abilities happened to be. Although, Due to Carrie Fisher’s incredibly depressing untimely passing, This will never happen. Leaving us to wonder what exactly could have been.

4: Captain Phasma.

This is a tricky one. What exactly are they trying to do with this character?... I remember back in 2015 during all the hype for The Force Awakens, Captain Phasma was completely over marketed. She was shown in nearly all promotional material for the movie, Making us believe she was going to be a massive part of this new trilogy. Eventually, she ended up getting barely any screen time in The Force Awakens, And hardly a few cameos in The Last Jedi. And now she’s dead. I really don’t understand... There was potential for this character. Gwendoline Christie has proven in the past to be an absolutely amazing actress when given good material to work with, But this... I really just don’t understand why Phasma was even in these movies. We already had very strong villains with Kylo Ren, Snoke, And General Hux. There really wasn’t a need for Phasma. Gwendoline Christie should have been given a different role entirely. Overall, Phasma’s place in the story was completely superficial and just feels like a ploy for merchandise. Almost an adult version of Porgs.

5: Luke Skywalker

Well... That’s it, Huh? Luke’s arc in this movie was a complete roller coaster of emotions. Writing this must have been a challenge unlike anything many of us will face in our lifetimes. The team behind The Last Jedi were responsible for tying up the character arc for LUKE SKYWALKER. One of the most culturally important figures in modern history, The modern day Hercules! And I gotta say, it was truly beautiful. Luke went from cynical and jaded from his years of shame and exile caused by his own mistakes, To back to being the hopeful wisecracking galaxy-saving superhero we remember from the original trilogy. Luke tied up his duties in the mortal realm brilliantly, Projecting himself lightyears away to face Kylo Ren and bring closure to his friends and family. I teared up when he winked at C3-PO. It was amazing. And then we sat there, Luke having restored hope, Brought closure, And paved the way for the new generation, The entire theater watched Luke Skywalker become one with the force, As Yoda did before him. Luke Skywalker, Has Died. And not to instill any type of forced sadness in the audience, Or to play with our emotions unjustly. But to bring closure to a man who desperately deserved it.

Rian Johnson is truly a visionary. This film took risks, And they all paid off. This film doesn’t seek to bring you easy laughs or joyous romps. Neither does it seek to destroy you and leave you with a broken heart, No. This film takes you across all ranges of the Human emotional spectrum. It embodies so much of what makes things like Undertale so wonderous. This film is about hope, And holding on to that hope in even the direst and most existentially horrific situations. There will always be a way. As Leia said, “Hope is like the sun. If you only believe it when you see it you’ll never make it through the night.”

The Last Jedi is one of the best movies in the franchise. And I feel humbled to have been alive during its release.