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Security Measures

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything… but I decided IM BACK BABY!

It felt like it was time for some good old fashioned smut. I really went back to my roots with this one. I still personally prefer to refer to this character as Peter Ballard, and that’s gonna be his name in the fic. I apologize if that’s not your thing, but you don’t have to read it 🫶🏻

Genre: Porn with minimal plot

Rating: so crazy explicit lmao. Minors please leave 💞

Tags: dom!Peter, sub!female!, bdsm kinda?, edging, fingering, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, dubcon? kinda?, choking, hitting, hair pulling… all that good stuff

As always, I appreciate any and all feedback. You know I love to hear you, baby 🙏🏻

Hawkins National Laboratory was going to be the biggest story in my journalism career. Like many children in this area of Indiana, I had grown up hearing all kinds of rumors, stories and conspiracies surrounding the mythic brick building in the woods.

Being a casual column writer for the Indianapolis Recorder gave me access to plenty of information, but most of it felt so mundane compared to what I might be able to uncover in the source of all my childhood nightmares. Through my boss, I was able to secure an interview with one Dr. Martin Brenner, the supposed mastermind behind the madness. The only question now was whether or not I would learn the truth.

Parked outside of the structure, it felt no different than those creepy campfire tales my friends and I had swapped in our youth. This time, however, I knew I was going to go inside. I was going to settle fact and fiction.

I smoothed out my smart pencil skirt and clutched my notepad and two pens close to my chest (I had to have two, just in case one ran out in the middle of the interview, but I had tested them both twice before leaving the house). My modest high heels clicked against the pavement before stopping at the tall glass front door. I took one final deep breath before pulling it open.

The lobby was beyond what I was expecting. Panels of sleek, dark wood lined the walls, and a kind-eyed brunette woman sat behind a mahogany desk with a warmly lit lamp set atop it.

“How can I help you?” She spoke, folding her fingers together and resting them on her appointment book.

“I have a two o’clock with Dr. Brenner,” I replied. I could feel my knuckles turning white around my notepad.

The young lady glanced down at her calendar before tapping twice on my name.

“You’re right on time. I’ll buzz you through the main doors. Go down the hallway and go through security. They’ll guide you from there.”

“Thank you so much,” I responded, already making my way around her desk towards a set of hospital-like doors. She pressed a button behind her desk, sending a buzzing ring throughout the lobby, followed by the click of the door’s lock. I swung it open and entered a lengthy hallway lined with sterile white tile.

Scents of various disinfectants stung my nose as I rushed down the corridor. My watch read twelve minutes before two, and I prayed whatever security measures I had to clear wouldn’t take long.

Around the hallway’s corner stood a second pair of doors with a metal detector and X-ray machine before them. A slender, blonde-haired man dressed in all white stood patiently with his hands clasped in front of his belt next to the machinery.

“Hi, I have an appointment with Dr. Brenner,” I sputtered, paying no mind to the orderly as I set my belongings on the conveyor belt into the X-ray.

“Just remove your shoes, jacket and anything in your pockets,” his gentle voice instructed me.

I followed his orders, sending each of my items into the machine before I stood tall in front of the metal detector. The spotlessly clean man mirrored my stance on the opposite side. Our eyes met for a second before he silently raised two fingers and motioned me towards him with them. I felt a sting of intimidation rush through me as he locked his eyes on me while I stepped forward. My heart skipped a beat when the metal detector beeped.

“It’s okay. Step out and try again,” he commanded, his eyes still motionless.

I did as I was told, stepping backwards and then forwards. The metallic chime rang out once more.

“Are you wearing any jewelry?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“None at all…” I trailed off, touching my earlobes, fingers and neck.

“…Any I can’t see?” He spoke softly.

My eyes shot up to his, half offended by the question, “No.”

“One last time, then. Raise your hands above your head this time.”

I repeated my action, raising my hands as instructed. As predicted, the machine buzzed again.

“I’m going to have to pat you down. We’ll step into the security office for some privacy, okay?”

“Excuse me?” I spat, feeling my eyebrows raise with my temper.

“You don’t have to,” he smiled kindly, “you can always leave.”

I wished in my heart that he was joking, but I could tell he was deathly serious.

“Fine,” I spat, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You can put your shoes back on,” the orderly spoke gently. He picked up my blazer and notepad for me as I slipped my feet back into my heels impatiently.

“Let’s get this over with,” I sighed.

“Right this way,” he gestured into an open door. I walked in before him, nervously kneading my knuckles.

He set my items on a sterile steel table and turned to face me as I glanced around the office. The walls were the same bland tile, nothing on them except for a clock, which read ten minutes before two.

“Please hurry, I don’t want to be late for my meeting,” I pleaded, feeling the rising urge to tap my heels.

“You won’t be, I promise,” a cheeky smile spoke, “I’m Peter by the way.”

“Great, nice to meet you Peter. Let’s go,” I hurried him, not bothering to introduce myself to the security guard orderly that I would never see again.

“Arms out, feet shoulder-width apart,” he instructed. I obeyed yet again.

His palms clasped around the top of my right thigh and began to slowly pat inches at a time down my leg.

“You don’t have a female security guard to do this?” I huffed.

“I’m afraid not. The only women here are the nurse and the secretary,” Peter sighed. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the response.

Once down to my ankle, he raised his hands to check left leg, but the tip of his thumb grazed me where I was most sensitive, causing my breath to hitch. I prayed he hadn’t noticed as he worked his way further down.

“Nothing yet…” he reported once down to my foot.

A lightbulb went off in my head. My IUD. I had a copper birth control device in my cervix. Could that have set off the metal detector? Surely copper couldn’t trigger it. But what else could it possibly be? I knew that I genuinely had nothing, but how could I tell Peter that without proving it?

Peter began to pat down my right arm, from shoulder to wrist, before moving to my left.

“Listen, I swear I have nothing. I’m just a journalist…” I began to bargain.

“I actually do believe you, but it’s just laboratory protocol,” Peter grinned. His eyes shone a bright blue even in the dingy fluorescent lighting, and I felt a twinge of happiness that at least he was a gentleman.

“The metal detector indicated something at waist level, so I’ll need to examine there further. Again, you may leave at any time.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through my nose.

“Okay. Let’s get it over with.”

“I’m just going to slide two fingers into the waist band of your skirt, okay?” Peter informed more than he asked.

“Okay,” I nodded with a deep breath.

As he had narrated, his slender index and middle fingers from each hand slipped into the top of my skirt next to my hip bones, resting atop the hem. As I exhaled, the pressure on his knuckles decreased, the warmth of them abandoning the crisp caress of my blouse.

“Just going to slide them around to the back now,” he gently described his action. As promised, those slim fingers slithered around my hips towards my spine.

With his arms around my waist, I paused to glance at his sapphire eyes, preciously surveying his work. A breath left his lips and cascaded down my chest just as he lifted his touch from my body.

“All looks well, but I’m afraid that means I still have searching to do,” Peter sighed, clasping his hands in front of his belt buckle.

“This is ridiculous,” I fumed, “look, it must have been a fluke. I promise I just want to go to my interview and then leave.”

Peter’s doe-like eyes blinked innocently as I ranted.

“I believe you, miss, I really do. Unfortunately, it’s not my decision. You may either continue, or leave the facility,” his honeyed, overly calm voice stated.

“Fine. What next?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

Peter cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the floor between us before responding, “I’ll need you to remove your skirt so I may assess what’s underneath.”

“Assess what’s underneath? What are you, a fucking cop?” I protested, my voice growing in volume with each syllable. Peter didn’t bat an eye.

“You’re welcome to leave at any time, but this is protocol,” he assured me, “I’ll turn away while you undress.”

I thought back to all the time I had spent dreaming about being able to interview Dr. Brenner. The countless nights of sleep I lost staring at my ceiling dreaming about what I would write and what questions I would ask. Was I really going to back out now? Could I just chalk this up to one of the things a girl has to do to fulfill a dream?

I silently nodded and Peter turned on his heels to face the door.

The parting of the zipper was the only noise in the uncomfortable silence. I shimmied my skirt off my hips, allowing it to pool around my ankles before picking it up and grasping it timidly at my waist. The cool, sterile air brushed across my bare backside, sending a wave of goosebumps up to my neck.

“Okay,” I spoke shakily.

The orderly turned back to me and immediately placed his hand on my skirt. I allowed him to take it, kneading my fingers anxiously with nothing left to protect my modesty.

Peter crouched curiously at eye-level with my panties. I felt like a common whore standing before the stranger in nothing but my undergarments and high heels. Of course, today was the day I had decided to wear garters instead of regular pantyhose, which only amplified my bashfulness.

“Could have been these,” he noted, slipping his index finger beneath one of the nude garter straps holding up my stocking, snapping one of the metallic clasps against my thigh.

I felt my heart rate increase dramatically beneath his touch. Blood rushed to my core, causing a noticeable temperature increase between my legs. The visual alone of golden blonde locks kneeling before me was enough to create a knot in my abdomen that grew harder and harder to ignore.

The orderly tsked and shook his head, “I think that’s too small of an amount of metal. It must be something else.”

My palms began to grow clammy as I debated telling him about my contraceptive. 


“Could there be something… inside you? A medical device, perhaps?” Peter asked, his eyes shooting up to mine from between my legs. I had to tell him now.

“Yes,” I spat out, feeling my stomach turn, “I have a copper birth control device.”

“I see…” he trailed off, shifting his gaze to the floor.

“That’s it. I know that’s all. I was just scared to tell you, I had this crazy idea that you would have to confirm it or something.” I blurted, vomiting my words all over him.

A silence grew between us, and Peter’s choice not to disprove my absurd theory became increasingly worrisome. Finally, he rose to his feet, returning to his polite stance with his hands held above his belt.

“I”m afraid that actually is the case,” Peter finally confessed.

My head fell back as I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes imagining what exactly this process might look like. I glanced back at the clock on the wall. I had seven minutes left.

“You better be fucking fast,” I voiced sternly, turning back to those blue eyes.

“Not a problem. Remember, you may leave at any time,” he reassured me.

I nodded as he gestured towards a padded table lined with parchment-like paper, beckoning me to lay back across it. I relaxed back against it, closing my eyes as the orderly shuffled over and stood patiently next to the table.

“Would you like to remove your undergarments, or would you prefer I work around them?” He asked cordially, as if any of this process was anything less than crass.

“I’m in a hurry, just do what you have to do,” I instructed, closing my eyes and clasping my hands above my stomach.

His fingertips wasted no time snaking under my panties and pushing them aside. I exhaled slowly as his warm touch glided over my pussy.

“Breathe for me,” he guided. On my next inhale, he slipped a finger inside me.

Something between a pornographic moan and a wince escaped me, and I found myself biting my lip to prevent more from following it.

“You’re doing such a good job,” that silvery voice cooed.

A twinge of shame crawled from my stomach to my chest as I realized that I was already dripping wet from the interaction. Something about his maintained innocence -everything from his crisp white uniform to his “this is strictly protocol” attitude”- ignited a craving I didn’t know I had. Whatever it was, I knew it was going to make me miss my interview.

“Okay, I think I feel the string,” Peter remarked, shifting his body to give his arm a better angle.

I felt his finger begin to slide out of me when I jolted my eyes open and gripped his wrist assertively.

“Are you sure?” Was all I could managed to spit out.

I lessened my grasp on his wrist and relaxed slightly, “I mean. Are you positive? You don’t need more time?”

“I’m fairly certain, I mean…” he trailed off, clearly missing the memo.

“Peter,” I finally spoke his name, “I think you need to check more thoroughly.”

“Are you sure? You’re going to miss your interview…” those blue eyes batted at me, and suddenly I wasn’t the one feeling so bashful.

“Fuck my interview,” I moaned, guiding his middle finger up to join his index inside me.

“Oh my,” Peter’s voice dropped an octave and those precious blue eyes shifted infernal.

“Please?” I urged, shifting to allow him better access.

“I don’t know,” he falsely contemplated, sinking two fingers into my pussy as he spoke, “are you going to be good for me?”

I choked on a moan rising in my throat before closing my eyes and nodding rapidly. Peter clicked his tongue, uncertain of my answer. I squeezed my eyes tightly and allowed my chest to relax. The grim, florescent light suddenly felt warmer as his slender fingers thrust into me.

“Jesus,” he remarked, slowing his pace, “tightening up on me already, hmm?”

I whined a vague response, bucking my hips against him. Wordlessly, Peter grabbed my leg nearest to him and swung kit over his head so it rested atop his shoulder and stepped forward, forcing my back to arch to accommodate him. Whimpers flowed freely from me as he quickened his pace, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes to look down and take in the sight of his fingers sinking into me.

With his free hand, he reached up and snatched a fistful of hair at the crown of my head and jerked forward, “That’s right, watch my fingers fuck you.”

Whimpers fell into wanton moans, and Peter switched to using his middle and ring finger, curling devilishly where I needed him most.

“Shit, Peter, I’m going to c-“

Before I could even speak the words, the orderly removed his touch entirely from my pussy and released his grip on my hair. My leg slid off of his shoulder, hung carelessly off the edge of the table. Dumbfounded, my misty eyes searched for his. Peter stood motionless, watching me with no readable expression on his face.

Once I had managed to find my breath a little, he spoke, “Are you done?”

“What? No, I was about to and you-“

The back of Peter’s hand landed a heavy smack across my cheek as he leaned in close to whisper, “Are you done being a needy bitch?”

Holding my stinging cheek, I gazed up at him in erotic trepidation.

“Y-yes,” I whispered, not even convincing myself of my answer.

“Good,” he praised, creeping his hand back to my pussy, “let’s continue.”

My panties were pushed to the side once more, and my body lurched forward onto Peter’s fingers as they writhed back into me. He leaned over me, placing his free hand at the base of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I knew you were fucking dirty the second you walked around that corner.”

I felt myself grip him tighter as he accused me, enthralled with his whorish perception of me.

“Fuck, I’m so glad you had to search me, Peter,” I panted, squirming beneath him as his grip on my neck grew stronger.

A sinister chuckle crept from his throat, “I know, baby. Almost like it was meant to be, hmm?”

His question would have felt more ominous if the orgasm that I was fighting against wasn’t growing stronger by the second. I writhed beneath him harshly, now with the intention of staving myself off until Peter was ready. I spread my legs further for him, wrapping my right calf around his waist to give him direct access. My toes curled against the inside of my shoes as I struggled to pull him closer to me.

“Please, Peter, I can’t hold it back much longer,” I squealed, my vision blurring as I starred up at the bleak white ceiling tiles.

“What’s that? Are you begging me to let you cum?” Peter mocked, slowing his pace ever so slightly.

I nodded intently, feeling my chin brush against his knuckles.

“Almost. I know you can hold out just a little longer. Can you do that for me?” He positioned his face just inches from mine, tilting his chin up so he still looked down upon me. Appearing pathetic no longer mattered to me, I just wanted him to grant me release.

“Yes,” I told a half-truth. If he quickened his pace in the slightest, there would be no more waiting.

The stern grip on my throat vanished, his hand now working its way to the collar of my blouse. Without breaking eye contact, Peter effortlessly undid two of my buttons, leaving my sternum and the center of my bra exposed. Nimble fingers pushed the cup of my bra to the side, leaving half of my chest fully exposed. He traced around my nipple slowly at first, sending a shockwave sensation through my abdomen. As my pleasure peaked higher and higher, Peter’s lips swapped with his fingers, sucking teasingly at my flesh.

“Christ, I can’t- I have to-“ I stuttered between breaths.

“Go ahead. Let me hear you cum,” Peter permitted.

My leg’s grip on his waist doubled, and in my senseless passion, my hands clawed at his shoulders and across his back, finally releasing myself upon him. A stream of curses and lustful whimpers echoed through the overly-hygienic office, mixing flawlessly with Peter’s determined grunts as he pushed himself. Peter lifted his head from my chest as my climax began to fade, a bead of sweat falling from his furrowed brow to my sternum. His sapphire eyes bore into mine as the two of us panted back and forth.

“Taste yourself,” Peter commanded, sliding his fingers out of me and up to my tongue. I obliged, pleased at how his scent mingled with my taste. Pearly white teeth smiled approvingly at how eager I was to fill his request.

“I have a confession to make,” the orderly informed, bracing his weight on his palm, now resting next to my head.

“Yes?” I replied, slipping his fingers out of my mouth and holding them delicately between my own.

“I always set off the metal detector when pretty girls come through.”

[qiaipia]

All Of The Girls You Loved Before — miguel o’hara

ミ★ Miguel tries to take a break but the world doesn’t let him!  

ミCONTENT: miguel o’hara x GN! Reader. miguel’s past messy relationships. a really awkward elevator ride. let me know if i missed anything! based on that one scene in Grey’s Anatomy. No use of y/n.   [1.3k wc]

Miguel O’Hara previously worked at the office of Spider Society full-time.

25/8.

Until of course, LYLA berated him for being too obsessed with the multiverse and never having a life outside of it, so he goes home on slow days.

Villains apparently had personal life matters to take into consideration when plotting nefarious doom, such as shopping at the local hardware for atom bomb parts, gynecologist meetings, or even just plain plotting evil. Whatever it is— they usually weren’t about to destroy the world on a Tuesday or Wednesday.

So come Thursday morning, he was refreshed from sleeping on a proper bed, with a proper breakfast and had a proper bath. He had coffee in one hand, and instead of diving into work as usual from his portable screens, he approached the main elevators to take in the glass paneling installed, giving a view of Nueva York’s lush greenery.

It was quiet. But he expected Spider-people and top scientists to start pouring in soon: for now, Miguel O’Hara steps into the elevator alone.

He even humors himself and doesn’t click the close button on the shaft immediately, taking Lyla’s advice— taking it easy.

That was until the fwip! of a distinct Spider-individual, yelling ‘HOLD IT OPEN PLEASE!’ came trodding in.

The webbing came first, and then a ‘you’ that propelled themselves forward into the shaft. He awkwardly shifts around as you catch your breath, squatting low.

Office hours started a little bit later, but you wanted to get an early start on all the paperwork you left behind.

You look up from your heaving position and make eye contact with the red eyes your boss-slash-fling-slash-the guy you didn’t text back because you weren’t quite sure you were over your ex (a Peter Parker) quite yet, but you wish you really didn’t ghost him because Miguel was such a nice person who you wanted but you just weren’t sure how committed you could be right now.

His gaze struck you, and you immediately stand up straight at the back of the elevator shaft as the door closes, avoiding his gaze.

Miguel was a bit surprised to see you at Spider-Society after a few weeks of no talk  between you two. Not even a meme from you. He thought you had returned to your own universe.

A few beats pass and the door closes. He lets a few more beats pass before turning to you slightly.

“Your watch?”

You nearly jump at his gruff voice cutting through the soft hum of the elevator. “Huh?”

“Your watch— where is it?”

You looked at your expiring day pass, that you probably had to get a new one soon, lest you start glitching. “Oh, it’s in repair. Margo said it’ll be done in a week.” You mumble. You weren’t sure where you now stand with Miguel O’Hara.

The man stands up straighter. So you went to another person first to fix the watch he built and designed? He felt something thorny and green spike in his chest.

“Give me the watch. I’ll fix it within the day.” He says, facing forward, trying to hide his softening frame. He didn’t give you room to argue.

He didn’t play favorites, but he wanted you both to start talking again. More importantly: You’ve been staying in Nueva York and you’ve never come to visit him once?

But before he can try more small talk to clear the awkward air, the elevator stops at one of the human scientists’ floor levels.

In comes Xina Kwan. Head data engineer-slash- freelance programmer and computer scientist- slash- Miguel’s childhood best friend AND ex he cheated on, but was now working in the facility after Miguel called in a favor to crunch some numbers regarding multiverse probabilities.

Xina’s eyebrows raise at the sight of her ex, her black hair shaking as she tilts her head avoiding his gaze as well. Did things end well between them? Debatable.

It was too early for this shit.

She ducks her head as she reaches for her own floor. If Miguel could look closely at her shoulder, a version of LYLA in a Marilyn Monroe get up, hovered around her, giving Miguel the stink eye Xina couldn’t.

Miguel had to give it to the AI, he probably deserves the dirty look.

The ride is quiet and was now much more awkward for Miguel.

He tries to glance at Xina for a brief second, just to see how she was doing—but perhaps they were more alike than they thought, growing up together and whatnot. Xina too was attempting to steal a glance at him.

Their eyes meet awkwardly and they both look away, necks nearly snapping at the whiplash.

This of course was news to you, behind them, your brows furrowed in confusion at the pair.

The air was tense. You were eyeing Xina’s frameup and down, and LYLA Monroe was making detailed calculations and searches on you.

Miguel wished the elevators ran faster.

A few floors further up, the elevator dings open once more, and fate must be fucking with him because Dana D’Angelo waits outside.

She holds a stack of file folders with neatly coordinated labels, all well dressed, not a hair out of place so early in the morning.

She was likely on the way to the resident’s spider-therapists office, whom Miguel assigned to after the need for a competent clerk was needed in their department.

Of course, what he failed to detail was that Dana D’Angelo was his brother’s ex-girlfriend and his ex-fiancé- slash- the person he cheated on Xina with- slash- she cheated on him, with his biological father.

But that messy debacle was ages ago.

Still, he cringed internally, at the thought of her entering the elevator, but they made room for her anyways, her high purple heels clacking against the marble floor.

He had nothing to say about Dana, they closed their chapter amicably, along with a hefty divorce fee, but they were friends enough that Miguel helped her land a job at the society when the Daily Bugle office she front-desked for closed.

Miguel wanted to SCREAM. But he settles on running his fingers through his hair.

Side-eyes between Xina and Dana were given. You sensed how Dana subconsciously stepped and tilted her body towards Miguel. You all probably didn’t know you all worked in the same building as the facility was so big.

But of all days, why today?

The elevator ride up was painstaking. The uncomfortable air made it so that despite Miguel having no spider-senses whatsoever, he felt harsh tingles at the back of his neck.

His own version of LYLA in a fur coat popped on the corner of his eye, visible only to Miguel.

She took a good sweep at the group he was with and arranged her heart-shaped glasses with a low whistle shit-eating grin.

“I betcha’ wished you took the stairs right now.” She remarks teasingly.

He feels a migraine coming, and he wholeheartedly wishes he could shrink down and cease to exist.

“Cállate.” He hisses under his breath, with gritted teeth.

Apparently, even that wasn’t small enough as his voice cuts through the silence of the elevator, and the three turn their heads at him.

Confusion, concern, and chagrin.

Miguel really felt like he should’ve just got off at a random floor and taken the 50 or so flights up, rather than endure this torture, but a few floors before his supposed relief: his stop, the doors open once more, this one taking the cake.

The annoying visitor of the week: his brother, Gabriel O’Hara, stood on the other side of the doors, looking up from his phone as the lift opens.

He takes one good look at the passengers who stare back at him, and then at his brother with his own shit-eating grin and a waggle of his brows.

Fuck it. Miguel promises never to leave his office and never take it easy ever again. 

I wrote this at 5am. I forgot abt it when I went to sleep, so I was very surprised to find a fic made in my notes. First fic abt the dorito man.  Interactions are appreciated and feed the soul ig.

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[Short ID: A twelve page comic about theatre and temporary/lasting friendships, featuring colorful painted silhouettes of people against detailed ballpoint pen backgrounds. Longer description under the read more.]

I finished this barely days before the pandemic hit at approximately 6am after eating exclusively salt packets

Detailed image description:

Page 1: A mustard colored silhouette enters a brick building, walking by a bulletin board where a cast list has been pinned. 

Narration text reads, “Anyone involved in theatre has heard the word ‘ephemeral’ tossed around like a given. Theatre is an art that exists for a short period of time, and once the curtain falls on closing night, it’s over. Of course, the script is fixed, and the same show can be put on hundreds of times -”

Page 2: “But it’ll never be quite the same,” finishes the narration. 

A group of silhouettes, each one a single solid color, sit around a room. We are shown the set of a play - a cluttered bar - along with a few groupings of the silhouettes in character. 

Over it all, a purple silhouette says, “So here’s my capital V vision for the show: You’re all childhood friends, reconnecting in a bar after a while apart, when one of you asks, ‘Hey, does anyone remember that game we used to play as kids about orphans and sailors and pirates and starcatchers?’”

Page 3: The purple silhouette continues, “So yes, this show is about Peter Pan and Captain Hook and all the other characters we know and love, but it’s also about you - a group of friends being kids together for a while, remembering that story and remembering each other.” 

The first two panels show the purple silhouette talking, and the latter two depict the rest of the silhouettes goofing off as a group and singing, “Tonight!” while playing instruments and raising bottles joyously.

Page 4: Narration across multiple panels reads, “I didn’t know what to expect, coming into the theatre department for the first time. I certainly didn’t go into the rehearsal process with the explicit intent to make friends. But I think it’s impossible to spend upwards of sixteen hours a week with people and not become close.” 

First panel shows the mustard silhouette at a piano, saying, “Uh...let’s just start learning the shanty and see how it goes?” 

Second panel has a mauve silhouette ask, “Can we get those ‘ahhs’ like...one more time? Maybe two,” as everyone crowds around a piano on set. 

The third panel shows everyone singing together, “Vino bianco trebbiano!” in triumphant poses.

Page 5: Multiple panels show the set and various spoons hidden throughout, two held by a red silhouette and the rest leaning in different locations. The final panel shows the purple silhouette sitting in the audience, and they say over the rest of the panels: “So [red] has the musical spoons, and then theres the small spoon, the medium spoon, the large spoon, and the giant spoon.”

An offscreen voice asks, “...Please tell me that’s all.”

“You’ll never guess what the tiara is made out of,” continues the purple silhouette.

“Is it spoons?”

“...Yes.”

Narration text starts and continues to the next page: “From collecting inside jokes -”

Page 6: “To catching each other, and learning to fall ourselves.”

In the first two panels, a green figure stands atop a chest on set, falls backwards and is caught by five others.

The second panel shows six people holding each others’ wrists, ready for a basket catch. Unlabelled voices say, “Everyone safe? Everyone ready? Yeah.”

The third panel is two silhouettes leaning back against each other while sitting on the floor.

Page 7: Narration for the page reads, “It’s hard to do a play about found family without finding a bit of family along the way. But sometimes, at the end of rehearsals -”

In the audience section of the theatre, a dark blue silhouette at a table says, “That’s 10pm, everyone.”

As people pack up to leave, a yellow silhouette says, “Wait for [orange]! Let’s walk back together.” 

“I wanna stop and see the shrimp!” says a brown silhouette.

A group of six walk into a different building and look at an aquarium tank built into a wall.

“I guess it’s not technically a crab room, per se,” says a red silhouette.

The mustard one continues, “But it is a room for crabs!”

“Don’t they look like aliens?” asks the brown silhouette.

Page 8: In the same spot, the brown silhouette says, “Hey I think that one’s dead.”

“Where?” asks the mustard one.

“That one!” says a pink silhouette, pointing.

The next panel is a bird’s eye view of a path splitting in different directions amid grass, buildings, trees, and a pond. The red silhouette continues in one direction, the other five in the other. All of them say, “Goodnight!”

Narration finishes from previous page, “I think about how the end of the show is coming up fast, and how the end of college seems to be coming up even faster.”

Page 9: The purple silhouette asks, “So...what does goodbye mean to your characters? Especially the friends in the bar?”

Over several panels showing various scenes of the silhouettes interacting with each other, the mustard one answers, “It’s definitely a little bittersweet. You’re happy that you got to see people you loved, and you fall back in with them so easily, but you only know them as who they were the last time you saw them.

“That’s not who they are, though. They’ve done a whole lot of growing while you were away.”

Page 10: Over more scenes of holding hands, hugging, and standing together, they continue, “So you say goodbye, knowing you won’t see this version of your friends ever again, but also knowing that once they leave you, they’ll grow so much more.”

The last panel zooms out to see the full set and the edges of the rows of audience chairs, all the silhouettes tiny in the middle of the clutter.

Page 11: The first panel shows the silhouettes all together against the set.

“Guys, this is gonna be one awfully big adventure,” says the green one.

“You said it!” remarks a bright blue silhouette.

A teal one says, “Alright!”

The next three panels zoom in on hands and feet as they help the green silhouette to climb up on other people. The background fades away, and disembodied voices say: “Ready? Ready. Set? Set.”

Over the page, narration says, “I honestly don’t know how many of these people I’ll see again once school is over. I hope that number is nonzero. But even though theatre may be ephemeral, the lessons we learn from each other can last a lifetime.”

The last bit of dialogue from a disembodied voice says, “Go.”

Page 12: The green silhouette stands on two others’ knees, supported and surrounded by the remaining silhouettes, crowing like a rooster. The rest of the page is blank white, a stark contrast to the cluttered backgrounds of the rest of the comic.

[sophsun1]

Gale and Randy were really doing one insane sex scene after another in that first season 😭😭 But what would you say are the top 3 from s1?

Hey anon!

Listen Gale was not lying when he said that he dove in so deep, so soon, so quickly with Randy. They really threw them into the lions den and said "Here you are, now get to it!" in the first season!

They kind of covered this in the 10 year reunion panel I giffed (which if you haven't seen and you're a fan of qaf you should definitely check it out, it's so funny and such a joy to see some of the cast together. I adore Peter, Randy and Gale so it was like a dream for me to watch)

Gale talks about the logistics behind filming those sex scenes and how he kind of had to get into the right mindset doing them. They suffered for their art especially in that first season because apparently they had a terrible costume designer who hadn't quite worked out a comfortable and easy way for them to cover their modesty and they were gluing fabric onto themselves asdfgjhkdhd.

For us watching it's like a quick two minute scene but for them it's hours and take after take. You can tell he really, really cared about getting it right and getting the character of Brian to be an authentic portrayal of a gay man and what the writers had written for him. He talks about having gay friends who were out and some that weren't and even though he was straight he didn't want to get it wrong and not do it justice. No wonder he developed that really close bond with Randy on and off screen it absolutely helped with making it so believable along with their mind blowing chemistry. There was a lot of pressure on those two as they were the first pair to shoot the sex scenes and the writers were like "You're setting the standard for the rest of the show and the rest of the cast would be watching and taking your lead." type of thing. I mean we only got Justin topping Brian one time because Randy insisted on it so you know, it was a difficult process for them at times.

Also being arguably at your most emotionally and physically vulnerable, totally naked with a new co-star you've just met and having it all be filmed, whilst it's your FIRST tv acting gig - crazy.

Anway that was me going off on a tangent - sorry!

Now to answer your question there isn't actually that many sex scenes between britin in season one, surprisingly when you go back and watch.

I will always maintain that for me the scene in 1x10 in the hotel is the hottest scene they ever filmed. Again the first season y'all!!! The chemistry and sexual tension is literally on fire and popping off the screen. From Justin undressing them both to the soundtrack playing over them as they make out 🔥

The one in 1x04 in Michael's bedroom when Justin runs away and Brian is supposed to get him to leave and instead they fuck of course. Once again the soundtrack and music choice always adds to it- the qaf soundtrack is just the best. Plus Justin coming downstairs with that "I just fucked your best friend in your childhood bedroom face" is goals. Teen Justin ftw.

The one in 1x07 is the most graphic I think for the first season but the montage of Craig finding the picture of britin together with them fucking in the background. The writers really went for it.

Also I can't not give special mention the pilot episode. The perfect mix of comedy with Justin saying he prefers Cheerios, is allergic to Tylenol and then proclaiming he's a top and bottom who loves to rim. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Also that scene set the bar and they only got better as the show went on.

As much as a lot of the relationship had sex scenes in it, the chemistry between Gale and Randy and the story made it so much more. That's why I love them and why they are such an iconic pairing.

[misshiraethsworld]

CLOSE YOUR EYES ━ peter pevensie ✥

Chapter One - Updated Wardrobe Esther bounced on her toes in anticipation, barely containing the excitement that threatened to take over, "Where is it? Come on, show me! It's cruel to keep your only daughter waiting!" “I see you told her about the new arrival.”  Esther sent an annoyed look toward Elijah Samson, her childhood friend turned high school jock. While he hadn’t lost his wonder for antiques, he had grown out of the treehouse stage. His ROTC uniform jacket lay on his arm as the boy leaned against the front counter with an old rag. She could just see the tip of his backpack on the chair behind the register as he sent a smirk in her direction, enjoying making her squirm. “I told you she couldn’t resist it.” Wesley said, chuckling at his daughter's evident excitement, before pointing toward the back of the shop, "It's over here." Esther followed him until he stopped before a giant piece of furniture was shrouded in a white cloth. She reached forward, looking back to receive an okay from her father before pulling the fabric off to reveal a giant wardrobe. She was stunned by the intricate patterns that littered the sides of the dark wood. The focal point of the front panels was the detailed carvings of a lion, tree, crown, and even a castle. It looked like something out of one of her paintings. "It's beautiful!" Margo exclaimed with a soft smile. "It's alright," Joseph said, wiping off some dust. "The guy that brought it to us said it had been in his family for a long time. He said his grandmother's family first purchased it in 1949, after the end of World War II. Before that, it had been owned by a famous professor, but little is known about him now." Wesley explained. Wesley detailed the piece's history, but Esther felt it getting harder and harder to pay attention. She was too busy admiring the wardrobe in all its glory. The hinges were smooth as her fingers ran along the edges. The inside revealed markings paired with eligible writing. It looked to be counting the height of a small child. The fantasy-like quality was rarely seen on the market; it was just her style. She already knew she had to keep this artwork for herself.  "Esther?" Margo called before she waved her hand in front of her daughter, successfully snapping Esther back to reality. "Honey?" "Please tell me I can take this home!" Esther cried in excitement, hugging her parents.

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Captain America: Civil War

Plot In 1991, the brainwashed super-soldier James "Bucky" Barnes is dispatched from a Hydra base in Siberia to intercept an automobile carrying a case of super-soldier serum. In the present day, approximately one year after Ultron is defeated by the Avengers in the nation of Sokovia,[a] Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, and Wanda Maximoff stop Brock Rumlow from stealing a biological weapon from a lab in Lagos. Rumlow blows himself up, attempting to kill Rogers. Maximoff telekinetically diverts the explosion, accidentally destroying a nearby building and killing several Wakandan humanitarian workers in the process.

Thaddeus Ross, the U.S. Secretary of State, informs the Avengers that the United Nations (UN) is preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords, which will establish a UN panel to oversee and control the team. The Avengers are divided: Tony Stark supports oversight because of his role in Ultron's creation and Sokovia's devastation, while Rogers has more faith in his own judgment than that of politicians. Meanwhile, Helmut Zemo tracks down and kills Barnes' old Hydra handler, stealing a book containing the trigger words that activate Barnes' brainwashing. At a UN conference in Vienna where the Accords are to be ratified, a bomb kills King T'Chaka of Wakanda. Security footage indicates the bomber is Barnes, whom T'Chaka's son, T'Challa, vows to kill. Informed by Sharon Carter of Barnes' whereabouts and the authorities' intentions to kill him, Rogers decides to try to bring in Barnes—his childhood friend and war comrade—himself. Rogers and Wilson track Barnes to Bucharest and attempt to protect him from T'Challa and the authorities, but all four, including T'Challa, are apprehended by the Bucharest police and James Rhodes.

Impersonating a psychiatrist sent to interview Barnes, Zemo recites the words to activate Barnes's brainwashing. He questions Barnes, then sends him on a rampage to cover his own escape. Rogers stops Barnes and sneaks him away. When Barnes regains his senses, he explains that Zemo is the real Vienna bomber and wanted the location of the Siberian Hydra base, where other brainwashed "Winter Soldiers" are kept in cryogenic stasis. Unwilling to wait for authorization to apprehend Zemo, Rogers and Wilson go rogue, and recruit Maximoff, Clint Barton, and Scott Lang to their cause. With Ross's permission, Stark assembles a team composed of Romanoff, T'Challa, Rhodes, Vision, and Peter Parker to capture the renegades. Stark's team intercepts Rogers' group at Leipzig/Halle Airport, where they fight until Romanoff allows Rogers and Barnes to escape. As Rogers and Barnes are escaping, Rhodes is inadvertently shot down by Vision, and becomes partially paralyzed. The rest of Rogers' team is captured and detained at the Raft prison, and Romanoff goes into exile.

Stark discovers evidence that Barnes was framed by Zemo and convinces Wilson to give him Rogers' destination. Without informing Ross, Stark goes to the Siberian Hydra facility and strikes a truce with Rogers and Barnes, unaware that they were secretly followed by T'Challa. They find that the other super-soldiers have been killed by Zemo, who then shows them footage that reveals that the automobile Barnes had intercepted in 1991 contained Stark's parents, whom Barnes subsequently killed. Enraged that Rogers kept this from him, Stark turns on them both, leading to an intense fight, in which Stark destroys Barnes' robotic arm, and Rogers disables Stark's armor. Rogers departs with Barnes, leaving his shield behind. Satisfied that he has avenged his family's deaths in Sokovia from the Avengers' actions by successfully fracturing them, Zemo attempts suicide, but he is stopped by T'Challa and taken to the authorities.

In the aftermath, Stark provides Rhodes with exoskeletal leg braces that allow him to walk again, while Rogers breaks his allies out of the Raft. In a mid-credits scene, Barnes, granted asylum in Wakanda, chooses to return to cryogenic sleep until a cure for his brainwashing is found. In a post-credits scene, Parker explores the features of the web shooters built for him by Stark.

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[jasminewalkerauthor]

W.I.P Introduction

Genre: Young adult contemporary fantasy Current status: Completed, published 20/08/2023 Synopsis: Blanchard academy is a boarding school for the most elite students across the country. However before it was a school for child prodigies, it was home to the very private Blanchard family. That is until they disappeared one night in 1889. For fans of: Marauders, Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children, The inheritance games.

Characters:

In 1886....

Isabella Holloway: First born heir to the Holloway fortune, Isabella was taken in by the Blanchard family after a failed attempt on her life.

Jacob Blanchard: Middle child of the Blanchard family, Jacob finds Isabella and her brother in the woods one day and offers them sancturary.

Joseph Blanchard: The eldest Blanchard, slightly standoffish, the only Blanchard that lives in the city.

Today...

Ivy O'Connor: A student at Blanchard academy, incredibly smart, incredibly competitive.

Noah Pemberton: Newest student at blanchard academy, in the words of Will Hunt 'ridiculously rich, he was Ivy’s only equal when it came to their intelligence. Equally stubborn aswell they’ve been rivals for years'

Amelia and Will Hunt: The Hunt twins have been friends with Noah and Ivy since childhood. Complete opposites, Will is an art student and a prankster while Amy is a scientist who keeps to herself.

Georgia King: Artist and baking extraordinaire, Georgia king is one of the newer editions to the friend group at Blanchard academy. However recently she has been acting suspicious with secret trips to a beachside town.

Tom Price: Will's partner in crime in pranking antics, and also the one person no one knows how he got into Blanchard academy.

Sneak peak:

Before 

May 30th, 1889 

Isabelle could not think straight, there was too much going on at once. Thunder bellowed through the house. She was scrambling together all that she could with the limited visibility she had in the dark room. She let out a huff, her breath appearing before her. Too many thoughts were running through her mind at once but none of them were loud enough to hear. 

All of a sudden a loud bang was let off in the distance. 

She looked up for a second but realised quickly that she had no time to waste and desperately grabbed for her stuff. Eventually, she managed to get everything packed and was about to run out of her bedroom when she realized. “Shit” she breathed out. She had almost left her most important possessions. 

She dropped her bag and ran straight to the bay window, fiddling around with the wooden panels under the cushioning. That is when two boys ran into the room, one her age and one slightly younger. “Oh thank god you’re okay, they are in the main house we have to go, now!” The older one cried. 

Isabelle looked back to the panel and decided to leave it. Hoping that one day she would return. She ran to the door and grabbed her case with one hand and take the older boy’s hand as they ran through the house. 

“We need to go out the back” He muttered, dragging two others to the back of the house and breaking the door open. The three of them ran out of the house towards the woods. A scream of a young girl rang out from the larger house. The three of them stopped in their tracks at the mouth of the woods. 

The boy looked at Isabelle with remorse. No words needed to be said, she knew what he was thinking, she shook her head, feeling her eyes well up. “Jacob no it’s too dangerous, they’ll kill you” She cried. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders. “Take Peter and run, run far, and don’t look back” He instructed. “Jacob” her voice came out as a whisper.

“Promise me you won’t come back” he demanded. 

“I can’t lose you,” she responded. “We will find each other again” He kissed her forehead. “I swear” Isabelle leaned into his touch. “Now run” he stepped away from them. “RUN!” He yelled before running to the house. Isabelle froze in place, her brother then tugged at her arm “Let’s go” he said, breaking her trance. 

So they ran, and they ran, and they ran. 

They eventually managed to catch a ride in a carriage that happened to be passing by on the other side of the woods. It was then that it hit her. 

She had just lost everything.

[tomeandflickcorner]

Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Captain Steel Saves the Day

Huh.  Somehow, this episode almost feels like a sequel to Who’re You Calling Two-Dimensional?.  It’s a similar premise, that’s for sure.

It all begins at the Firehouse, with everyone coming running upon hearing Ray screaming in horror.  It’s clear they all think something terrible must have happened to make Ray scream like that.  However, it turns out that the reason for Ray’s scream is a bit mundane in the grand scheme of things.  He’s actually upset that his favorite comic book, Captain Steel, is being permanently canceled after the next month’s issue.  As you might expect, his friends are not pleased upon hearing that they were worried over nothing, with Peter storming off. Egon does his best to comfort Ray by telling him that Captain Steel was just a comic book, but his words don’t really help.  Instead, Ray goes off on a small rant about how the comic book’s titular character was his childhood hero, and Captain Steel’s exploits helped inspire Ray to want to be a Ghostbuster in the first place. With that, Ray goes off to sulk, leaving Egon and Janine to share a look.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, we see Len Wolfman, the creator of Captain Steel, working on the conclusion to the final issue of the comic book series. As he draws the final few panels, the drawings of Captain Steel and his arch-nemesis, Dr. Destructo, suddenly come to life.  They begin to argue with Len over the ending he’s come up with, as they want to have more of a say in how the story will end.  And based on Len’s reaction to this, you get the impression that the drawings coming to life like this has been going on for a while now.  Len, deciding that he’s had quite enough of this arguing, decides to conclude the story by having a comet bathing Earth in a strange radiation that will reduce Captain Steel and Dr. Destructo into regular people.  Kinda like a reverse Fantastic Four sort of deal, I guess.   Unfortunately, Captain Steel refuses to accept this ending. Instead, he ends up jumping clear off the page and enters the real world.  With that, he flies out the window, vowing to protect New York City from now on.  This leaves Len with little choice than to call in the Ghostbusters.  The Ghostbusters soon make their way to Len’s office, with Ray voicing his irritation that Len had the audacity to call them for help right after deciding to cancel Captain Steel.  (Although, he can’t be too angry as he also brought along 50 issues of Captain Steel for Len to sign.)  Upon arriving, Ray is quick to scold Len for cancelling the comic book series, but Len explains that it was a decision he’d made because the comic book hadn’t been selling as of late.  According to Len, the kids buying comics those days didn’t really hold much interest in a do-gooder like Captain Steel.  Len then proceeds to tell the Ghostbusters what exactly happened with the drawing of Captain Steel.  For some reason, Peter seemed skeptical of the story, remarking that they’ll be called in to bust the tooth fairy next.  (Peter, didn’t you deal with a similar issue with fictional characters coming to life before, in the previously mentioned episode Who’re You Calling Two-Dimensional?  Not to mention you did kinda meet the tooth fairy in Buster the Ghost.)

Anyway, it then cuts to Captain Steel flying about the city.  Before long, he manages to apprehend two men who had just robbed a jewelry story and carries them right to a nearby police station.  Of course, this goes over as well as you might expect.  For starters, the cops have no idea who Captain Steel is. As far as they can tell, he’s just some weirdo in a gaudy outfit.  Plus, Captain Steel has no evidence other than his word that these two men committed a crime.  While the argument is going on, the two thieves take their chance to sneak out. In the end, Captain Steel is forced to fly off, wondering what was wrong with this city.

As Captain Steel continues to fly around, he naturally catches the attention of a large crowd of civilians. Which is how the Ghostbusters find him.  Peter, rather foolishly, fires his Proton Pack at Captain Steel, much to Ray’s chagrin.  But this also leads Captain Steel to come to the conclusion that the Ghostbusters are supervillians.  He responds by disabling their Proton Throwers with his heat vision and uses a steel pole to tie them up.  Captain Steel then proceeds to carry the Ghostbusters off.  At first, the Ghostbusters decide this isn’t that big of a deal.  Because once Captain Steel brings them to the police station, the cops are sure to vouch for them.  However, at that moment, Captain Steel is suddenly hit with a blast of energy of some kind, and he accidently drops the Ghostbusters.  It turns out that, back at Len Wolfman’s office, the drawing of Dr. Destructo had also managed to escape from the page of the comic book, and now he’s loose in the city, too.

As Captain Steel and Dr. Descructo proceed to duke it out, the Ghostbusters continue to fall. Thankfully, Egon comes up with an idea to save their lives, which involves them firing their Proton Packs at the water below while crossing the streams.  This creates a large plume of water that helps break their fall.  (And just when you think, ‘huh, I guess crossing the streams isn’t that big of a deal anymore,’ Egon pretty much states he hadn’t known for sure if that would work.  Which I guess means Egon had simply decided that they had nothing to lose.) As the Ghostbusters dust themselves off, Dr. Destructo manages to get the better of Captain Steel by burying him beneath a pile of rubble.  By the time Captain Steel breaks free, Dr. Destructo had gotten away.  However, Ray takes this chance to prove to Captain Steel that the Ghostbusters were not his enemies by showing him his Captain Steel fanclub membership card.  This is enough to convince Captain Steel that the Ghostbusters are his allies, and he agrees to join forces.

To help ensure Captain Steel won’t attract unwanted attention, Ray convinces him to take on his alter ego of Curt Clint for a while, further illustrating how Captain Steel is a parody of Superman.  They then make their way back to the Firehouse to come up with a plan.  But upon their arrival, they discover Dr. Destructo has beaten them there.  Because Dr. Destructo can apparently sense the presence of the Firehouse’s massive power grid, which he intends to use for his own evil schemes.  (And the scene where Dr. Destructo lays claim to the Firehouse while effectivly taking Janine prisoner was pretty cool.  Janine just took the whole thing in stride, simply remarking how Peter won’t like having to pay her for overtime while calmly continuing to eat her sandwich.)  Unfortunately, Dr. Desctructo put up a force field around the Firehouse, and the Ghostbusters’ Proton Packs and Captain Steel’s heat vision can’t seem to break through it.  So they’re unable to get inside the Firehouse to stop Dr. Destructo.  And it’s imperative that they do so.  Because if Dr. Destructo messes with the Firehouse’s power grid, it could cause the Containment Unit to shut down, releasing all the captured ghosts.   Almost surprisingly, it’s Egon and not Ray, the noted expert on Captain Steel comics, who comes up with the obvious solution. The only way to disable Dr. Desctruto’s force field is to know the frequency he’s using to generate it.  And who would know that better than Len Wolfman, the man who created these characters in the first place?

So the Ghostbusters and Captain Steel return to Len’s office.  Upon hearing the dilemma, Len manages to come up with a device called a Quasitronic Nuclear Inverter, which could disrupt Dr. Desctructo’s force field, and he draws it inside a comic book panel.  Captain Steel, after a whole noble moment in which he acknowledges that he will probably cease to exist once the comic book series ends, agrees to help save the day this last time before returning to the pages of the comic book for good, and he uses his ability to travel into and out of the page to retrieve the device.

With the use of the Quasitronic Nuclear Inverter, the Ghostbusters and Captain Steel successfully break through Dr. Descruto’s force field and storm the Firehouse.  And in the nick of time, as Dr. Destructo was seconds away from pulling the switch on the Firehouse’s power grid in order to activate his Mental Neutralizer, which would turn every single person on the planet into mindless zombie slaves.  As Dr. Descructo confronts Captain Steel, giving the typical supervillain speech, Ray manages to sneak up behind Dr. Destructo and pushes a button on the Containment Unit’s control panel.  Because Dr. Destructo apparently seemed to forget that it wasn’t just him and Captain Steel standing in the room, I guess. This results in the Containment Unit to open up, and Dr. Destructo is sucked up into the machine.  Upon closing up the Containment Unit, Ray explains that he theorized that, since Dr. Destructo was a non-living entity, the Containment Unit’s pull would probably draw him in as if he was a ghost.  Because unlike Captain Steel, whose super strength would have allowed him to resist the pull, Dr. Destructo didn’t have any super powers. (Good plan, but that doesn’t explain why Slimer wasn’t pulled in as well.  After all, he was in the room, too.  And we didn’t see him having to hold onto anything.  Did the people writing this episode temporarily forget Slimer was a non-living entity, too?)

In the aftermath, the Ghostbusters return to Len Wolfman’s office so Captain Steel can return to the pages of the comic book.  There, they find out the good news.  Because of the publicity that arose with the actual Captain Steel flying around the city, sales of the Captain Steel comic book have started to rise again.  Meaning the comic book series will be able to continue after all.  So Captain Steel happily returns to the pages of his comic book, with Len’s assurance that he’ll come up with a new arch-nemesis for him to face.  Len then asks the Ghostbusters if they would be interested in being the subject of a new comic book he’s thinking of creating.  Ray is visibly interested in this prospect, but the others are quick to scoop Ray up and run off. On that note, the episode comes to a close.

While the story is pretty basic, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  The premise that a content creator can become so good at what he does, the characters they create can actually come to life is an interesting idea.  Though it is slightly disappointing that they didn’t even mention the incident with Walt Fleischman and Dopey Dog.  Considering how both episodes shared that similarity, it’s actually surprising that they didn’t.  And yet, they do reference the events of the first movie more than once. Of course, I kinda get it.  They want viewers to be able to watch these episodes in any given order.  Still, it was a bit of a missed opportunity. As for the joke at the end, about the potential Ghostbusters comic, there is a bit of irony in that.  Because there was a monthly comic book series starring the Ghostbusters that was set in the continuity of the Ghostbusters movies, which was released by IDW Publishing.  Of course, it doesn’t seem as if they were directly referencing the IDW Ghostbusters comics in the episode, as the first issue was released in 2011 and this episode first aired in 1987.

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[dododan]

Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter 3

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Katharina has always kept a diary. It allowed her to collect her thoughts. She didn't stop it when she got to the Underground. Here is one of its pages, revealing a little about Katharina's life before the Fall.

16 August 1994 

Boredom is hardly a good counsellor for me and my friends in particular. Our town was always boring in the holidays when almost half of my friends were away. There were no attractions here either, just the mountains we had known since childhood.   

 Every day of the holidays was just as boring, blending into one. This day was like that too.    

 As usual, I was brutally woken up by my dog. I was sweetly asleep and this monster jumped on me and perched on top of me and gave me a wet kiss. A violent wake-up call, but you couldn't stay angry with her for long. The sweet old husky stared at me with tongue extended, ready for another attack of love. Luna. My darling little monster. I miss her very much. I miss the tapping of her claws against the panels and the morning walks. Usually Luna would wake me or my sister up around 5am and beg to go out. I miss my sister too.  

 She managed to get out of town for a whole holiday. She spent it at a music camp, or at least she had. After my disappearance she rather came home early.   

 I rolled out of bed, stretching. Karate training was making itself known. My muscles were sore, but it was no great obstacle, because these activities gave me satisfaction.   

 Here, I don't have much to train with. I also missed regional competitions, and I had been preparing for them for so long with Peter - my sparring partner. We were usually cheered on by Jeny - our childhood friend.  

 We were supposed to meet at her house - her parents were away on a business trip, so we had the house to ourselves. The only downside was that we had to look after Bella - Jennifer's little sister - on occasion. The little one was sweet, she turned four this year, but she stuck to us all the time. She liked to hold hands or cuddle. She just lunged at people, but sometimes she would say strange things, like she could read someone's emotions. Which freaked me out a bit.   

 But I'm too far removed from my day.   

 I quickly got ready to leave. I didn't want to waste my day alone, it's better to waste it with friends. I put on my new glasses with purple frames. I had finally managed to convince my parents to get them than the plain black boring frames I had been wearing for years. All I had to do was suck up to my parents and do a bit of work around the house - tidy up the attic or garage.   

 It cost me two weeks of tyranny, but it was worth it. The frames looked brilliant.   

 I wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible before my mum caught me. She always had a task for us - me and my sister. She worked all the time herself - even when she was at home. Bookkeeping was something she dedicated her life to.   

 Unfortunately, I came across her as she was making coffee in the kitchen. 

 "Are you leaving already?" She asked, without even giving me a chance to answer. "Take Luna with you she could use a walk", she added taking a mug of fresh coffee into her office.  

I preferred to keep quiet about it rather than risk her wrath. I picked up her leash and took her with me. Jeny thankfully didn't mind the extra guest. The whole time Luna was wagging her tail happily as I clipped her leash. Not that Luna ran off somewhere, but the neighbours were concerned if she would attack some passer-by. This big darling Luna would only do to a stranger if she was licked to death. I can already see the headlines in the newspapers "Man licked to death by big drooling ball - Luna!"  I laughed In the spirit, closing the door behind me.    

"And I already thought you'd gone astray," Peter said with a smile, leaning against the wooden fence.   

As soon as Luna saw him she started to pull away. She liked him a lot, but she was not allowed to jump on people. It was just that it was usually funny. The only thing I could think of was a squeeze from Peter in training. The big dog immediately ran up to the boy, knocking him to the ground. Peter wasn't expecting this at all. As they both lay on the ground, he wanted to say something to me, but it was a bad idea. Luna took the opportunity to give him a dozen mega kisses.  I laughed like a man possessed, bending in half. It was so funny how they were rolling around on the ground and Peter was trying to free himself from Luna.    

"Stop it, it's not funny at all!" said Peter, before the husky licked his tonsils again.   

 I struggled to hold back my laughter, taking pity on the boy. I walked over to them. I took the lead, pulling the biscuits out of my trouser pocket.    

"Luna! Sit!" the big dog immediately stepped off the boy and obeyed the commands. She got a dog biscuit as a reward. I stroked her head. "My little sweetheart"   

" This one such a sweetheart!" Peter said, wiping his face with his hand. I smiled at Peter deviously. The boy looked at me puzzled. "You did that on purpose!"    

"No, what are you thinking!" I said sarcastically, shaking hands with him. "I would have purposely put Luna on you." 

Peter accepted my help, but pretended to be offended for this little 'attack'. All the way to Jennifer's house , he kept telling me how mean I was by putting Luna on him. I took it with a pinch of salt. He's always been like that. I didn't feel the least bit guilty. I soiled his white trousers, that's why he was so whiny to me. Peter was quite a cleaner for a boy. A perfectly coiffed shirt.  Short-cut chestnut hair, combed to the side. As strange as it may have seemed, this hairstyle suited him.   

 Jennifer lived close to the woods at the other end of the town, situated at the foot of Ebott Mountain. A large... No, a huge house with a ground floor, attic and garage in chocolate yellow tiles. Plus a sizeable garden surrounded by a walled garden. This was the house, or rather, as the locals called it, the "little palace" that belonged to Jennifer's family. They built it four years ago and have lived here for three and a half years.    

It is fair to say that Jennifer's family was one of the wealthiest people living here. She had the latest technological innovations in the house.  Jennifer was one of the few people who owned her own computer! And she let us use it, although I had considerable problems with it. There were a few times when I accidentally turned it off, so Jeny felt that when I was using the computer I should have supervision. She also had an mp3 and DVD player, a digital camera and a mobile phone from which she could send messages, or text messages.    

Not that we were friends with Jeny because of her wealth! What's not! Because of her parents' wealth, she wasn't very popular at school. But Peter and I saw a kindred spirit in her. We became friends straight away.    

When we were just outside the door to her house, it suddenly opened. In the threshold stood little Bella. She was dressed in a red floral dress. She was smiling at us, grinning her white baby teeth.   

"Sis is waiting for you in the garden!" she said, taking us by the hands. The youngster dragged us through the house towards the terrace.    

"Bella! We can go ourselves!" I said to the child.   

 She stopped immediately and let us go, turning around.  Her face was grim. But like little children. Nobody knows how to take their tantrums seriously.     

 "I'm Ann or Annabell!" she stomped her foot angrily. Little Bella didn't like, indeed hated, being called that. And I liked to tease her a bit, so.... I called her Bella. It was also a reliable way to get rid of her when we didn't want her following us around.   

 "Kath, don't tease my sister," Jeny said to me, standing in the doorway.   

 She wasn't angry. She often called Annabell that herself. The youngster really was cute how she pretended to be offended. The teenager looked at us smiling. She looked at Ann some more and invited us with a hand gesture to the terrace. A huge garden surrounded by a red wall. Tall lime trees and birch trees grew in it. Several rose bushes were also in bloom - white, red and yellow. In the middle of the garden stood a wooden swing. Meanwhile, on the terrace there was a wooden sofa with cushions and a small table.   

We entered the terrace and I unhooked Luna. The dog immediately started playing with Bella. The husky chased her all over the garden and the girl ran away from him laughing happily. A sight extremely pleasing to the eye. All three of us sat down on the veranda. Peter and Jeny were talking about something; I didn't listen to them much. I preferred the playing Bella and Luna. 

Little Annabell was an enigma to me. A seemingly ordinary child, yet she could feel other people's emotions, or rather read them. She had already shown me her "skills" many times. Then it was the same. Suddenly, she interrupted her game by coming up to me. Her sharp eyes, stared at me. And I did not remain indebted to her. She approached me, gently touching my cheek.     

"You are calm and curious" Ann stated. She tilted her head. "Why?"   

I laughed nervously. She had done it again. She always made me uncomfortable with it. Jenny told me to just ignore it.   

"Because you're curious," I replied. The girl smiled and went back to playing with Luna.    

"You guys are always putting on some kind of paranormal show." commented Peter, peeling his feet up on the table.   

 I looked at him. Unfortunately, he was right. Bella stuck to me the most and was always saying weird things to me.     

"Speaking of paranormal things" began Jeny. I straightened up. My friend's eyes shone. She was excited. - "I recently heard a legend about Ebott Mountain."   

" Ah. I remember, an old tale of people and monsters" Peter waved his hand. "Everyone here knows it. The adults made it up a long time ago so that the kids wouldn't climb the mountain. " 

"I didn't know it," said Jennifer indignantly. "And I would like to know more about it. " 

We were forced by the girl to tell this legend. About the fact that a long, long time ago there was a war between monsters and humans. The humans feared the power of the beasts, so they decided to get rid of them. Out of fear, they started a war that ended in victory for the humans. The monsters were driven to the underworld and imprisoned by the magic of seven wizards and witches. It is said that the creatures created from magic swore to get to the surface and take revenge on the humans. Some people believed this and that magic still lurked in humans, but we had all but forgotten about it.    

 Jennifer was immediately captivated by the story, but had not yet heard the rest of it. Anyone who climbs Ebott Mountain never comes back. More than ten years ago, a young girl climbed the mountain. Her name was Chara. According to some, the teenager died on the mountain, but a few said they saw her body carried by a humanoid goat. It had similarly killed the girl, so people tried to murder him. But, according to witnesses, he returned to the mountain and hearing of him disappeared. When the townspeople heard about it, they did not believe it. It was believed that Chara ran away from home because of her drunkard father, who used to beat her. But the story does not end there. A few years after Chara's disappearance, another girl went missing, and another three years later, and less than five years ago a man went missing. Each of them went to Ebott Mountain for a different reason, but none of them returned. Most thought some had moved away or run away. But only a few thought they had been killed by monsters intent on destroying the barrier. 

"That's terrible," Jeny commented.    

"Maybe we should change the subject" I replied. For a moment I thought the atmosphere was getting overwhelming, but that was just my feeling.    

"Why?" asked Peter, smiling deviously. "Are you afraid?"    

"What do you expect me to be afraid of?" I replied. My pride was offended.  He did it on purpose. He's up to something. Jeny stood up, heading towards the house. Peter and I looked at her surprised. "Where are you going? "  

"To get something to loosen up," she replied. A few minutes later she returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. She placed them in front of us. She started to open them.    

"Won't your parents be angry that you are drinking?" I asked.    

"They think it's better that I drink their alcohol at home than from strangers," Jennifer replied as she poured us some wine. Peter immediately took a drink, followed by Jeny.    

"I'd rather thank you," I said, pushing the glass of red liquid away.   

"What's suddenly become of you as a virtue?" said Peter, sipping his wine. It was the second time that day that he had offended my pride. "Why don't you put on the habit and join a monastery straight away. " 

"Don't push it," I said, taking the glass in my hand.   

 I took a big gulp of wine. I felt the alcohol warm my throat. A pleasant momentary warmth spread through my body. As for the taste, it was a little bitter, but also sweet. Overall good.   

Peter looked at me surprised. Impressed, he straightened up. Jeny, on the other hand, only laughed.    

"I wouldn't expect that from you," said Peter briefly, probably still not believing what I had done.   

 I smiled. It was the first time I had drunk alcohol and I must admit that the wine was good. We had a nice chat and around midday we had a lunch of pork chops and potatoes. Towards evening it started to get chilly, so we moved into the living room. We continued to talk about all sorts of topics, and the wine was running low. But we didn't drink much. Only half a bottle for three people, and it still wasn't full when we started. Overall, the evening could have ended here and we could have gone home, but it didn't. Somehow we got back on the subject of magic and Mount Ebott.    

"Are you guys really not curious about what really happened to these people?" I asked. "Maybe there really are monsters living under that mountain!"    

"That's impossible!" replied Peter. "If they existed, people would have discovered it long ago. "  

"Maybe they really are there. You know, the world is big and we still haven't learned all its secrets," I said.    

"Why don't you bet?" added the boy after a while, sipping his wine.    

I was well and truly sick of it. Maybe it was the alcohol or my offended pride. I don't know what got into me then. I still don't know why I said that.    

"Agreed! Tomorrow we're going to Ebott Mountain!" I replied, squeezing Peter's hand.  

 Jennifer knew she wouldn't be able to convince us, so she didn't even try. We sealed the bet with a handshake. That's how our evening ended.  But it wasn't the bet that was the strangest. Just before leaving, I was accosted by a sleepy Bella.    

"Are monsters scary?" She asked me while rubbing her eyes with her little hand.    

I crouched down to peer at her. We must have given her quite a scare with these stories. It was no wonder she was scared now.    

"'You have nothing to be afraid of, Ann" I said, rubbing her head. "There is another legend. It says that the souls of monsters are white because they are filled with mercy" Bella looked at me. Her eyes shone. "It means that they won't do harm to anyone who doesn't deserve it. " 

Little Annabell smiled.   

"If they exist, will you help them come to the surface?" asked the girl. "They must feel bad for sitting there for no reason. " 

I laughed. Bella was adorable at the moment. But what was I supposed to say to the child?   

"If they're alive up there I'll help them get out because no one deserves not to know the charms of the night sky, star" I replied, stroking her cheek.    

The trip to the mountain was just fun for us. We just wanted to   

I still can't believe we're going up Ebott Mountain tomorrow and that I promised such an impossible thing to a child. But I have to remain persistent, I finally took on this challenge and I can't give up. 

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Slime Potion (To Sydney)

*Poof*

Sydney is now a slime as she shaking of disgust.

Mod Angel: Anon, you did not tell me when she'll be stuck as a slime.

Panel: Let her stay like this for 8 years

Sydney: What?!?

Mod Angel: How about 8 weeks?

Sydney: Eight weeks?!

Panel: Well ok then.

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It’s more of a soft retcon/quick fix to remove that part of her character out of her. It’s not even subtle with how the last three panels are phrased. Now, I’m not saying it was a response to Jon’s distaste for how he wrote her in the past, but I’m also not not saying it was most likely fueled by how his fans were treating her and because P&W exists.

I give Jon credit for wanting to fix her, but her original portrayal was absolutely so over-the-top ridiculous I don’t blame people who feel uncomfortable at the notion of her being based on a real person who isn’t even based on the same person.

Trace was the fourth character I learned of before I started riffing the comic, behind Peter, Whitney and Chelsea, because of this. That being said I think it’s good that she got rerailed into being Whitney’s childhood friend rather than the strawman student character.

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I huddled with my dormmates in disbelief that childhood was over. Their faces gleamed under torches and the luminous night sky which poured into the boathouse. We waited our turn to board the enchanted boats for the finale of our graduation ceremony, each head adorned with a pointy black hat. My eyes swelled with tears after waddling into my seat and watching the castle steadily shrink in the distance. I shared a knowing look of sentiment with Mary Macdonald seated next to me. There was a rumor I had fucked her boyfriend once. I grabbed her hand and a tear of fondness shed down my cheek. I’d miss her. I touched the embroidered lion on my chest with my opposite hand, fingertips toying with the snagged thread one last time. I did fuck her boyfriend.

The annual celebrations of Seventh Years Only with Absolutely No Exceptions in the last carriage on the train back to King’s Cross were infamous, and now it was our turn. We wore our own clothes, a detail slight but palpable. It was odd to not see everyone in their respective colors, but it brought an air of Very Adult harmony for our final goodbyes. We were now off to enter civilization older and wiser, or something like that.

James fished through his bag, tossing various Honeydukes sweets in my direction. I barely winced when a box of Fudge Flies crashed into my eye, which he quickly followed with a singsong apology, “Sor-ry!” I tore the box open and watched the chocolate bugs escape and zip through the compartment between miniature firework shows, stray hands reaching to pluck them from the air.

“Alright, alright, listen,” Lily shouted, cheeks flushed as bright as her hair. Her lips were still wet from the bottle she handed to Kinglsey, establishing the passing order: Lily, Kingsley, me, Dorcas, Remus, Peter, Sirius, then James. She was amping herself up for a heartwarming we’ll-be-friends-forever speech and the anticipatory distaste on my face must’ve shown since Doe elbowed me. I hummed, lips curling into a guilty smile, which she responded to by nestling her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled like gardenias. She was the loveliest girl I’d ever met.

“You’re coming tomorrow, aren’t you?” she asked in the undercurrents of Lily’s rambling.

“Mm-hm,” I answered, tilting my head to rest atop hers.

There was a symphony of cracks once the graduates stepped off the train onto Platform 9 ¾. I dodged the Disapparations and tenth round of goodbyes and set off towards the streets of London. It wasn’t too far of a walk to the nearby wizarding pub The Dancing King, hidden down a tiny alleyway and concealed from Muggles with a warding charm. It had oak paneling, stained-glass windows, and an aroma of meat pies and ale. Most importantly, it had a fireplace connected to the Floo Network. I’d been anti-Apparition ever since my second splinching incident. I settled myself in a leather upholstered booth and ordered a pint, draping my jacket over my accompanying trunk riddled with Hogwarts paraphernalia. It all felt very Grown Up of me. When I finally scanned the room in its entirety my eyes froze on James, who was sat at the bar and already staring at me.

The James Thing. We’ve been neighbors our whole lives in an affluent countryside wizarding community, which is just as pompous as it sounds, and fulfilled the tropes of hormonal teenage angst and miscommunications through the years. But I knew it was always going to be Lily, so I never let it get very far. Except the one time I fucked him when he was dating Mary Macdonald. We didn’t talk much after that.

He strutted to me, sliding into the booth.

“Been home?” I asked.

“Yeah. Sirius is there.”

I forced half a smile thinking of the last few summers since he’d moved in. James took a long drink, fiddling with the handle of his frosted mug. It was as if we both knew that if we actually talked about The Thing, we would never be able to talk again, so we both tiptoed around The Thing to stretch out the last bits of our time together before he was swept into domestic bliss with Red.

“When are you leaving?”

I finished my drink before he answered.

“We move in next week.”

We being James, Lily, and Sirius.

“Congratulations,” I said dryly, but sincerely, hoping he’d change the subject.

We sat for another hour, sharing a few laughs and memories and mulling over tomorrow. He explained that he knew my mother would want to see him, which is why he had Apparated to the pub in order to accompany my arrival home. My father worked as an archaeologist, specializing in the identification and experimentation of ancient magical artifacts. It was lucrative enough to afford a sprawling ivory-hued estate with Regency charm, and for my mother to have no necessity to work. Dad was gone often, and I’m an only child, so I’ve always been close with her, which inevitably made James close with her.

His suspicions were proven right once we finally arrived to my mother having a tizzy over my late arrival, though quickly soothed once James held her in his strong arms. It soon turned into a whole thing with Sirius coming over and convincing her to make cocktails, which threw her into a fit of shameless boozy flirting. I was positive they wouldn’t notice if I snuck up to my room, but Sirius called me out during my attempt. Hours later, once my mother finally retired to her bedroom, I was sat in the conservatory with the two boys just the same as we’d done the last four summers.

“I’m ready to not feel like a waste, I’ll tell you that much,” Sirius drunkenly groaned.

“Whaddyou reckon they’ll have us do tomorrow?” James slurred, leaning into me with glossy eyes, “Do you think they’ll make us take a Vow? Do you think they have a mission already planned? That seems like something Moody would do. Sink or swim. Do or die.”

[buckymilf]

Narrative voice at Captain America's exhibition panel: and they were best friends since childhood...

Peter Parker at the school trip to the smithsonian with his class: omg they were best friends since childhood...

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On Queer Loneliness

[ Images IDs:

A screenshot of the movie bohemian rhapsody. Freddie is in the foreground, turning his back on the other members. Brian May tells him: "we're a family". Freddie responds: "No we're not!"

Same screenshot but Freddie has turned to face the band. He shouts angrily: "You've got a family! Children. Wives. What have I got?!"

text transcript: And I discovered Norton's anthology of poetry in the patients' library, it changed my life. I read the poems over and over again before I began to grasp their meanings. It wasn't just that the words were musical notes my eyes could sing. It was the discovery that women and men, long dead, had left me messages about their feelings, emotions I could compare to my own. I had finally found others who were as lonely as I was. In an odd way, that knowledge comforted me.

A screenshot of the movie Einstein and Eddington. Eddington, a white man in a grey suit is sitting under a tree, crying with his hand in his hands. He says : « I can't tell anyone... ».

Same movie, Eddington is hugging his sister, sobbing in her shoulder. « I loved him . » « I know. » she responds. « I loved him so much. » he continues.

Text transcript : From childhood's hour I have not seen / As others were – I have not seen / As others saw – I could not bring / My passions from a common spring – / From the same source I have not taken / My sorrow – I could not awaken / My heart to joy at the same tone / And all I lov'd – I lov'd alone

Two pink shaded comic panels. On the first, a stylised manga portrait of a girl. She looks tired, and the narator says : « For some reason, suddenly... »  Her speach bubbles reads : « I wish... I had a friend. »On the second, a drawing of a moving train full of people. The narrator continues : « The thought just struck me. »

Lyrics transcript : I was a freak since seven years old / Benn cast away i felt the cold / Coming over me / For every love I had to hide / And every tear I ever cried

A screenshot of the movie Ponyboi. A empty dark street at night, and in the corner a pink window of a bar. In the bar a person alone at their table is looking outside wistfully. They are the only person visible.

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Bohemian Rhapsody, Anthony McCarten / Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg / Einstein and Eddington, Peter Moffat / Alone, Edgar Alan Poe / My lesbian experience with loneliness, Nagata Kabi / No place in Heaven, Mika / Ponyboi, River Gallo

[ourmondobongo]

Personally, Levi's monologue in chapter 136 bothered me a lot. There were more important things going on (Eren destroying the world, Levi being severely injured, Armin missing, his best friend dying) yet Isayama chose to focus on the promise. It almost felt like fanservice, and sometimes I wonder if that's all Levi was reduced to, in the end. Sometimes he really did feel like a flat character. Apologies if I sound too negative.

No need to apologize!!!

Reviews that come from the heart - or sincerely - are welcome here!

I suppose your bad experience with distorted ship discourse might be the source of the disappointment over this bit? And if it is, then, srly, whenever you feel like giving a 2nd chance to read it, try to do it forgetting all distorted ship reductions around Levi. His narrative goes so much more than this!!

I'm loving to see these people's reviews over Levi on Twitter: Peter, zeroTakes, shash, and malakeus. I'm sure when Levi gets back as focus in the anime, they will thread nice analysis on him too!!

In the meantime, if you allow me, I will write a bit on the matter of chapter 136 here!

The last time we had an inside of Levi's head moment was on chapter 112. There he is confused, dejected, angry, and in denial with a lot of things: Eren's betrayals; Zackley's death and Pixis surrender + plan to sacrifice Eren; the refusal to kill Eren because so many people had died to save the lil shit and the hopes he was supposedly carry; the 30 days secluded in that damn forest-prison with Zeke carrying out his plan behind his back. Levi is so concerned and utterly conflicted and pissed that he even suggested losing the only fail-safe Paradis had (aka the Rumbling) by feeding Zeke to a traitor Yeagerist until Hisu gave birth and could eat him.

He shared a few words with Hanji in the forest; then Hanji died without them discussing anything regarding the SC again but the "do you think they are watching?". Levi looks between destroyed, barely holding on, and Captain Levi up until 136. His narrative NEEDED his insight on the matters happening more than ever. That's when his monologue comes on point. And while I wrote this answer kinda bitter at the end of aot + Hanji's death, Levi's part still stands as of now for me.

I still love the fact that Levi addresses the vow as Erwin's last order. Isym didn't wrote it by mistake. And more than ever, again, Levi shows he is worried about what it meant the Survey Corps - Humanity’s supposedly Wings of Freedom. This is Isym using Levi - the most OP and why not to say beloved character of snk! - to AGAIN shut up the last people still insisting that The Rumbling was the right path. Or that Erwin and the vets would have supported it (srly, some people just don't get it even it being rubbed at their faces 🤦‍♀️).

I also love that this monologue also answers Levi's questions of chapter 112 - what was that hope we were looking at? Eren, the monster? The Devil? To which now Levi says, "No! I entrusted the future to the ones like Armin...". And while shippers tend to argue about the eyes representing Erwin in a romantic way, if you go to chapter 84, you will see Erwin's eyes looks free, imo. And all Levi ever wanted for everyone since ever was to conquer freedom for them.

The only thing I still feel kinda... unsatisfied with is the translation of the sentences/panels related to Hanji. Levi clearly is doing a parallel between her and Armin. And the WHOLE story can clearly tell why is that at this point - their personalities, their enchantment over the world, over life, their power to inspire people in a heartwarming way. I swear, I can totally see Hanji having a mind-wonder childhood like Armin too...

Sure, Armin is a gamechanger mastermind up to be on pair with Erwin's determination to do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals (from the beginning to chapter 90 we see this all). Armin is definitely the "future generation" snk always talked too. But Erwin's motto, until chapter 134 in Armin's mind, is basically "those who can't give something important to them can't accomplish anything", reminding everyone that Erwin is the symbol of ruthlessness and pragmatism rather than warmth and hope like Hanji.

And then there isn't a single time Levi remembers again seeing Erwin with free/soft eyes since chapter 84, much less 136. And them, even Erwin has his eyes focused on Hanji in this scene:

Sure it would be somewhat weird maybe? to see Erwin with softer eyes here, but come on - couldn't he at least show a kinder face or be looking somewhere else than Hanji to make sense of "what they devoted" look less Hanji-centered (and checking Erwin out the "they") than the drawing is clearly point out??? LOL

I know the word in Japanese Kodansha 1st used for "they" is translated not as simply "they" plural, but something like "this person + and people similar to them". And there is an abysmal difference between Erwin and Hanji core narratives. And also, the fact it's Hanji leading the fire camp like Armin leading the talk with Eren and Mika is the clear parallel here imo! So, yeah, this bit puzzles me as to wtf Isym really wanted to do here...

Bonus Pic of Levi almost smiling at Armin's enthusiasm because I love how soft Levi seems to look here - something between "tsk, this brat is a little fool" (lovingly) and "but it would be really good if the world was like this..."

It would be nice to hear Isym talking about Levi someday...