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cabbitz · 5 days

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My Experience at the Pittsburgh Ritual

Gonna go ahead and put this under a read more as it might get long...

Who am I kidding its gonna be long as fuck.

I'll go ahead and do this song by song to keep it...somewhat organized lmao

After the opening band (which they did fantastic!! Just not everyone's cup of tea. And that's okay!! The singer did make the microphone peak a few times, (it surprised me a few times) and they went on like...10 minutes early and ended early too, I'm not sure why they went on early?) the wonderful stage crew of Sleep Token worked to get the stage torn down and set back up for the boys.

There was one stage hand that brought out "The Mic Stand" and EVERYONE went wild and he just stood there, holding the stand for a good few seconds before walking off. It was hilarious.

I heard Sam testing out II's drums. You go Sam, pop off king.

More stage hands, more running wires. I applaud the stage hands, it was efficient, quick, a well oiled machine.

The Night Goes Not Belong to God

Vessel steps onto stage first, applause, cheers, screams. He sings the first few lines. The Girls. The wonderful and beautiful Espera. Then II and his wonderful drums. Then IV came out...

Then III runs out of his side like a bat out of hell and POINTS at the crowd. Goddamn III was on his chaotic SHIT that night I swear to god.

The entire crowd was ready to sing along the entire time, it was beautiful.

The Offering

Vessel was so dancey the entire night and this song just solidifed how dancey pants mcgee he was gonna be.

II was vibing in the beginning, feeling the music, ya love to see it. I remember him stretching his arms out, its was adorable.

III was feeling the night the ENTIRE night, everytime I was able to see him, he was bent over just bobbing to the beat. Like, III you good?

Vessel's growl was FANTASTIC here and he went "OH, OH". Like Vessel PLEASE. He danced more, of course.

Dark Signs

I could really only see II, Vessel and IV from my seat for most of the song. Where I was seated it was soooo hard for me to see Espera I was so sad, I really wanted a good view of the girls but light fixtures blocked my view. I was vibing pretty hard though.

Higher

I feel like this was one of the songs where the crowd sung along super loud with Vessel. There were a few songs that the crowd just shouted along with him. I looooved the lighting they use for Higher.

II looked like he was having the time of his life on his platform. "Look guys I'm finally taller than you"

III also still doing his yoga routine of bending in half at the waist (as he had been doing all set)

Vessel scream/growling "The debt that I owe" and the entire crowd screaming it back to him at the same time. Chills.

GOD ESPERA LOOKS SO GOOD IN ORANGE LIGHT. YES QUEENS

Atlantic

Cue the first song of me trying not to cry. It was beautiful as it always is. Espera's backups???? GOD SO GOOD. I'm also GUSHING OVER THE LIIIIIGHTS. The lasers had me geeking as an old stage hand. And the boys had a little jam session on the middle platform. It was so cute. 😊

II was VIBING HARDCORE, truly feeling the music on his platform. So was IV. Gosh they love that song.

Hypnosis

Another song the crowd just BELTED along with Vessel. Another song with dancey pants Vessel. This song was so so fun. Watching Vessel just dance his way across the stage just made me giggle. He hit some high ass notes too!! The crowd was waving their arms for the boys, feeling the vibes.

Vessel's little arm raise towards the end too? Gooooood. Immaculate.

Like That

Time for III to bother II.mp3

III is on II's platform. He had his arm around II, I saw that much from my seat, then I remember II put his arm around III and with a drumstick in his hand shake his hand on the beat of Vessel singing "Do you like that?" III got off the platform after that.

Alkaline

Steppy steppy Vessel time. It was a weird thing to see from the side angle I had, but I got the gist lol. II was swaying side to side on his platform.

Another song the crowd just fucking shouted out along with Vessel. I swear sometimes I could hear the crowd more than I could hear Espera!!!!

Vessel did seem to enjoy it though as he did do a bit of ad-libbing if you can call it that? Added some things to enhance the song.

Missing Limbs

PROJEKT ATLANTIC SONG! WE LIT UP THAT STADIUM!!!!!

So many lights, it almost completely lit up the entire place! It was so pretty!! It wasn't all pink, but it was pretty close!

Another song I almost cried to.

Espera's backups....so fucking pretty.

Chokehold

So I neglected to say this in earlier songs, but there was a pit in almost every song that a pit would be warranted. Chokehold had a pretty decent pit. This was the song where I gave up sitting down in my chair and stood the fuck up. I was in the nosebleeds and was a bit nervous of the height but WHATEVER.

The seating right next to me also had one guy who was like motioning for everyone in his section to stand and they did so that entire section stood and I was like...YEAH IMMA DO THAT TOO

ANYWAY!! Vessel hit some fucking high notes and we got dancey pants Vessel back. He was so dancey towards the end. Gotta get those ants out his pants.

When the chorus of Chokehold came on, it was another of the parts where the crowd just BELTED it along with Vessel and I swear Vessel got quieter just to hear the crowd. If that's true, that's so sweet of him. He also hung onto the note at the end like COME ON MAAAAAAN.

The Summoning

Again, time for crowd sing along!!!

The whole crowd went INSANE when he growled. It was WILD.

Vessel went to go bother IV when it was time for his solo. I couldn't quite see what he did, but I'm sure it was amazing. ;u;

IV YOUR FUCKING SCREAMS MADE ME SO HAPPY TO HEAR IN PERSON

The interlude extended to hear Vessel's piano and II's DRUMS. HE GOT HIS OWN SOLO!! LIKE HOOOOOLY SHIT!!!!! II IS SUCH A GODDAMN GOD.

The second part? The crowd? Singing along? Look. I know not everyone enjoys hearing the crowd singing along with the boys, I've seen the discourse. But it was so so cool to be a part of it, to hear it. To see the boys FEEDING OFF of the energy of the crowd and getting even MORE energized from it.

That's just my two cents, though.

Granite

III AND IV SWITCHED SIDES!!! I FINALLY GOT A GOOD VIEW OF III!!!! AND ANOTHER CROWD SING ALONG!!!

THE AD LIBS!!!!!!! THE CROWD KNEW SOME OF IT!!!!! IT WAS SO COOL!

Hearing the ad libs that Vessel does of this song I am just like AAAAAAAAAAAA

I will say, when III asked for his pit, he got his pit. It was a fantastic fucking pit too. Pretty big, lots of people, and it calmed down when it should have, very respectful.

VESSEL HITTING HIGH NOTES AT THE END FUCKING HELL VESSELLLLL

Rain

I think at this point, the crowd just sings along with Vessel. It's just safer to assume lol.

The lighting of Rain will always astound me. It's so beautiful. So well done.

III again doing full body head bangs and that will never not be funny to me.

I can also say with confidence that Pittsburgh knows how to keep time with their claps. Let's go Pittsburgh, we actually know how to clap on time to Rain. 🤣

Ascensionism

Vessel starts to break down here. Which almost makes me break down. There's a full recording of the Pittsburgh ritual where it's a little hard to hear the hitches in his voice, but in person you could hear he had more breathlessness, more hitches...he was starting to get super emotional.

He was really feeling the story he was telling throughout this entire set list.

When he says the final "Diamonds in the trees, pentagrams in the night sky", the entire crowd SHOUTED it back to him.

Same with "You make me wish I could disappear" the crowd was right along with him.

Take Me Back to Eden

They added bird calls and I think even very quiet running water sounds to this, such a nice touch. The lighting again, so good, such great atmosphere. GOD I CANT GUSH ANYMORE ABOUT THE LIGHTING, THE COLORS, THE WAY THE LASERS ARE, THE WAY THEY AFFECTED THE FOG LIKE HOLY SHIT

God the ad lib vocals from Vessel were so so good...I was so blessed to hear them in person.

The crowd was rapping along with Vessel and when III was commanding the crowd when that happened, walking across the stage swinging his arm like, III, what are you doing you silly man.

Vessel also started crying a bit during this...his voice broke a bit and I'm just like...my baby.

And of course, the crowd just joins in with Vessel, showing him that he is loved, we all love him. c:

HIS AD LIB NOTES AT THE END BEFORE THE SCREAM PART???? IV JOINING IN???? OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!!!!

Euclid

God after seeing Sleep Token in person and hearing this in concert, this song just means so much more to me.

The crowd of course was singing along.

II was feeling it.

Vessel SCREAMED "Do you remember me?" And he was emotional again, I could hear his voice breaking every so often. He also screamed "The night belongs to you".

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May 19th, 2024

A night that I will always remember. Even if just in fragments and through pictures I have taken and through videos others have recorded.

Truly, the night belonged to us, Pittsburgh. It was an honor, a privilege, and a once in a lifetime experience to see the entirety of Sleep Token. The boys, Vessel, II, III, IV. The Girls, Espera. Their wonderful, hardworking backstage crew. All of them did so well.

I hope to see them again in this lifetime.

You are so loved.

Worship.

#cab shoosh #sleep token #worshitposting

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 1 month

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that you bake of this

I find it interesting how the first poster is accusing groups of TB stans of not handling criticism, when TG stans (particularly Alicent stans) are the ones most often "melting and crying" over criticism.

Pointing out Alicent's hypocrisy and cruelty, the fact that Aegon is a rapist, and Aemond was a coward and cruel are all met with screaming. They flat out deny any facts of canon that show how awful their favs are. I've been told to kill myself multiple times just for pointing out actual canon things Alicent has done. Like, the call is coming from inside the house TG lmao.

I don't deny that there are certain people who claim to be TB but have absolutely braindead takes (namely certain Daemon stans, which is very sad). But the fact of the matter is, those people are a very small percentage. The percentage of insane people who can't stand criticism is wayyyyyyy larger in the TG fandom.

Most of TG stans' so-called criticism of Rhaenyra is just calling her a whore, saying she roll over and take any injustice, and that she's not nice enough. Of course we get annoyed and angry with that, it's not even actual criticism; it's just noise. The few times they actually have valid critiques of Rhaenyra, they still tie it in with calling her a fat whore. Anything of worth they could possibly offer is always completely bound to their intense hatred of Rhaenyra.

No, Rhaenyra isn't perfect, we don't expect people to just blindly worship her. She's not a good person, she's classist, and she wrongfully ordered the executions of innocent people twice. However, she's the rightful heir, that's literally a fact. We expect Rhaenyra to be supported because she's a victim of the patriarchy and misogynists. She doesn't have to be your favorite character, but the fact remains that she's the rightful queen and the Greens are usurpers and warmongers.

As for the whole "team smallfolk" idea: it's basically always used as an excuse to be blatantly hateful towards Rhaenyra. The "team smallfolk" and "team neutral" people never attack the Greens with the same vigor as they do Rhaenyra and her family. In fact, most of them even say that they're "green leaning".

The contradiction in this idea of supporting the smallfolk and the Greens simultaneously is that if the Greens hadn't interfered, the Dance and the deaths of the thousands of smallfolk wouldn't have happened. Rhaenyra and the Blacks didn't start the war, the Greens did. The Greens committed the most atrocities and refused every single offer of peace Rhaenyra offered.

I think the second poster is hilarious though. I don't know if they're TG, I assume so based on the subreddit. I don't know if they meant to, but they pointed out just how hypocritical the first poster's mini rant was. The first poster tacked on "Also they hate "Team Smallfolk," and the second poster pointed out how most of TG also just don't give a shit. Even if the second poster isn't TG and was just going to that subreddit to start something, there are still so many TG stans who admit that the smallfolk don't matter to them. I even had an anon once tell me that the maids Aegon raped don't matter to them as an answer to why they like and support him. I'm not going to say that they're right on not caring, but at least they're not hiding behind that false moral superiority.

Like I said earlier, the Greens were the ones who caused the deaths of thousands of smallfolk, both indirectly by starting the war and directly through Aemond and Daeron. The Greens didn't care about the smallfolk in any way, they only cared about power. Any TG stans who act like they're "better for the smallfolk" are delusional.

To sum up my thoughts: the first poster is projecting. Every single one of their criticisms apply better to their own group. The delusion and false superiority that poster displays are hilarious and frustrating.

#anti team green #anti team green stans #anti alicent stans #anti aegon ii stans #anti aegon ii targaryen #anti aemond targaryen #anti aemond stans #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #asoiaf #anti team neutral #most of you are faking

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cake-writes · 2 years

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A Dutiful Disaster (Part Six)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Story Tags/Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Royalty, Pre-Thor (2011), Smut, Angst, Drama, Slow Burn, Odin’s A+ Parenting, Cis Female Reader (she/her), No Y/N Usage, Second Person POV, POC-inclusive descriptors, Toxic Relationship (lil bit of abuse from both parties - mostly screaming matches with the occasional physical thing but he never like slaps her or anything), Smut, Slut-Shaming, Mommy Issues, Reader has anxiety, 18+

Chapter Warnings: anxiety, major argument involving a knife, this is not a healthy relationship you guys lmao

Word Count: 5.5k

Snippet: “I do not wish to be kissed. It’s too great an intimacy for our,” you pause to consider the word, tapping your finger to your chin, “unique situation, wouldn’t you say? We are the furthest thing from lovers.”

“Oh?” Loki sounds amused by your answer – and then he drops his feet back to the floor with purpose, taking advantage of your startled jump to pull you further into his lap where you can feel the hardening length of him against your clothed core. “If not lovers, then what are we?”

“Married,” you gasp, arms clutching around his neck for fear of being dropped – or so you tell yourself.

Master List / Spotify Playlist / Part Five

A/N: And we're back! Apologies for the quality, I'm a bit rusty after not writing for a few months. Enjoy!

When the canvas rustles for the third time in as many minutes, you expect a lecture that doesn’t come.

“You seem troubled, dear,” Frigga says gently.

The Queen’s motherly sort of kindness has always felt unfamiliar—certainly nothing like how your mother would react if she found you like this, yet you still find yourself wracking your brain for an excuse.

You only meant to take a temporary reprieve away from the suffering. Just a short break, really. But you’ve been plagued with nightmares these last few nights, and you’ve barely eaten a proper meal in nearly a week, and your anxieties about the state of your life have grown with every passing day—so much, in fact, that you can scarcely round a corner without fearing an encounter with your husband.

Loki has yet to grace you with his presence in the five days since your impulsive decision to return to him the shreds of his own letter. Thea told you later on that she’d delivered it to him in a box per your suggestion, elegantly wrapped in a ribbon the colour of plum wine. Your colour.

Hilarious, for all of about a minute. Then came the anxiety.

You haven’t decided if it’s better or worse that you haven’t seen him since. All you know is that you’ve been feeling less and less rational the longer you go without suffering the inevitable explosion, but there is still some rationality to your fears.

He's laid his hands on you. Twice.

What you fear most a third time—and so you’ve spent far more time in the supply tent today than you originally planned, taking inventory of your life. Evidently long enough for your absence to be noticed by the Queen of Asgard.

The very moment you hear her voice, you plaster on a watery smile. A mask. “My apologies, Allmother, I was—”

“Hush, child. There is no shame in taking some time to decompress,” Frigga chides fondly. The warmth you see reflected in her kind blue eyes almost makes you think cares why you’ve been staring blankly at a shelf of medical supplies for the last few minutes, struggling not to cry. She offers you a sad sort of smile and adds, “You’ve done well to maintain your composure for someone so unaccustomed to battle.”

“Battle?” you repeat, before you snort derisively. “Surely you jest! I am hardly a warrior.”

Though it comes out sounding less like a joke, and more like you think it’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard, Frigga doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, she hums. “I would argue that the strongest warriors seek not the glory of battle, but tend to the aftermath.”

“Or they are women,” you suggest.

Frigga doesn’t hide her amusement as she sends you what you assume is meant to be a scolding look, but you can see that knowing twinkle in her eye, the one that all enlightened women seem to share. Her humour waxes apologetic, however, as she steps closer to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Ready yourself, dear. This will not be the only act of war we’ll encounter in the coming days. I am sure of it.”

An act of war.

The phrase sounds familiar. It takes you a fair few seconds to place, but when you do, a cold chill ricochets down your spine from the memory. Loki had shared similar sentiments the night that he—

You briskly wipe your clammy palms on your apron and focus back upon the shelf. “I shall—” You clear your throat to dispel the sudden uneasiness settling into your chest, and try again, “I shall do my best to prepare.”

Frigga slowly pulls her hand away, hesitant, uncertain. She studies you for an uncomfortable pause while you pretend to deliberate over a jar of calendula salve for no other reason than to busy your hands. The amber glass comes as a small comfort, something to roll between your fretful fingertips, though her voice also makes for a good distraction: “Forgive me, but I must ask you an unpleasant question.”

You turn your attention back to her, questioning.

Her brow creases with worry. “Has he… Has my son harmed you in any way?”

You freeze.

She knows.

She knows—

“It is not my intention to pry,” she reassures you quickly. “My sight may be a wondrous gift, but it very much lacks decorum.” A joke, you’d think, if not for the grim expression settling into the fine lines of her face. “I believe I saw a memory.”

She saw—?

No. She couldn’t have.

“You saw nothing,” you spit venomously, bristling at the mere suggestion—a means of protecting your weaknesses from anyone who might exploit them. Even the Queen of Asgard.

Especially the Queen of Asgard, whose son would harm you in a fit of rage.

Despite Frigga’s calm demeanour, you suspect that she can easily discern your lies. She is, after all, Loki’s mother, and you’ve never met a more talented liar than your despicable husband whom you hold so dear.

“You are hesitant to trust me, I know.” Her hand cups the side of your face, soft and cool against the angry flush on your cheeks. When her eyes soften further, so too do your defences. “Life has given you many reasons not to trust so easily, but I must seek the truth. If Loki has hurt you—”

“Frigga, please,” you plead. “I am fine. I will be fine. Please forget what you saw.”

Loki can’t know that she knows. No one can know. He’ll only get worse.

Lips pursed, Frigga searches your expression until she sees something that prompts her to nod – just once, resolute. “Very well,” she sighs reluctantly, giving your cheek an affectionate pat before she lowers her hand to her side. “I will respect your wishes under one condition. You must come to me if it happens again. Yes?”

You open your mouth to object to her terms, but she doesn’t let you.

“This is not a request. Not even my son is exempt from the laws of common decency, let alone those of Asgard. Yes?”

Upon hearing her sharp inflection of the word, it's impossible not to notice that Loki would have picked up that particular habit from her. He always did complain as a child that his mother was stricter than she seemed, but only now are you starting to see why.

When you glimpse the fierceness in her gaze, what else can you tell her but yes?

“Fancy meeting you here, Highness,” jokes the first unofficial member of your personal guard. You regard Sigurd with a mock frown as you step outside of the tent, and he grins. “No bandages today! Have you finally practiced to your heart’s content?”

This time, he falls in step beside you without asking. Not that you mind.

“I am exhausted, Sigurd,” you lament, just as a yawn overtakes you. “I shouldn’t think more practice will help when I cannot even seem to grasp the proper technique. I truly am terrible at it, you see.”

“So I’ve noticed,” he quips amiably, casually resting a hand upon the hilt of his sword. “The man at the front of the tent has been fussing with his for hours.”

You huff. “As if I didn’t feel awful enough already! That poor man has struggled more than most, and I only add to his discomfort.”

“Ah, but whenever you so graciously deign to check on him, he always seems right as rain. The sight of a beautiful woman does wonders to heal a man!“ Sigurd jokes, and you playfully slap his arm for his lack of propriety – far less concerned about it now than you were the first day, for these daily escorts have long since revealed him to be this way with anyone he meets. “Of course, I also saw him gawping at His Highness in a similar fashion yesterday, so I suppose his only preference is for beauty.”

You stop in your tracks.

“Or royalty,” he continues on for a moment, ignorant to your plight. “Ah, but he doesn’t look at the Queen in such a way, so perhaps—”

“What did you say?”

The shrillness of your voice immediately captures Sigurd’s attention, and his grip tightens on his sword until he locates you three paces behind him, staring at him, bewildered. His brows furrow in confusion. “He… doesn’t look at the Queen in such a way?”

“No, not that. My husband has been by?”

He blinks. “Aye, a few times—come to see you, I thought. He always brings a snack for the lady.” Sigurd cocks his head to the side. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know!“ you snap, massaging your temples.

Loki has been by? With snacks? For you?

How absurd.

The man you know would never do such a thing—but then, Frigga has been particularly adept at convincing you to take your breaks of late, somehow always managing to lure you away from your duties with the treats you so enjoy.

Apples. Dates. Pastries. Any manner of sweet things, really.

Not only that, but she’s mentioned a few times now that the sugar would do well to keep your energy levels high – except there’s always been a hint of something in her voice that makes it sound like a jest. A hint of laughter. Like she knows Loki brought them for you. A memory of the cherry tart during your break this afternoon begs the question—

Did he come by then, too?

Did Frigga tell him about your conversation?

Or maybe he’s shapeshifting again? Because it certainly wouldn’t be the first time Loki has played that particular trick on you. It's as annoying as it is confusing, and whenever he blessedly lifts his spell, you always find yourself tempted to throw something at him.

Sometimes you even do. A book, the last time; serves him right for startling you while you perused the shelves in the library.

Insufferable bastard.

“Princess? Are you alright?” Sigurd asks, drawing you out of your reverie.

You can’t continue on like this. You can’t continue being scared of him like this. You shouldn’t have to feel this way.

“I need you to deliver a message for me,” you answer, full of conviction.

Freshly supped, bathed, and ready for bed, you’ve just cracked open the primer on healing magic you took from Loki’s chambers when you hear your ladies’ voices out in the hall.

“Your Highness, I really must protest!”

“Please wait, the Princess isn’t dressed—”

After which the door slams open with all the force of having been kicked.

You fully expected that this would happen—ensured that it would, in fact, when the letter you asked Sigurd to deliver was intended to be a provocation. But even though you’ve been waiting for your husband to make an appearance all evening, actually encountering him is another story; the well of your short-lived courage dries up all too soon.

Quite the opposite, you shriek in surprise and scramble to cover yourself just as Loki storms into your sitting room. Upon finding it empty, he quickly hones in on you sat up in your bed, clutching your blankets taut to your bosom.

His icy glare pins you down despite your obvious state of undress, or perhaps because of it: face cleansed of all makeup, hair still damp from your bath, thin silk nightgown spilling like a waterfall over the delicate swell of your breast. All you can do is stare at him in terror as he stalks toward you like a predator cornering his prey.

“You,” Loki hisses, “are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”

And corner you he does. With a single wave of his hand, the doors separating your bedchamber from your sitting room forcibly shut, trapping you inside with him.

You thought you’d have your ladies here for this. It was a baseless hope, really; a misguided reassurance that he wouldn’t do anything otherwise, but you’re on your own—trapped and alone with the one person on all of Asgard you can’t stand, in the one place you can take off the mask.

Your bedroom. Your safe space. Yours.

Your blood boils in an instant, fear and righteous fury bubbling to the surface until it overflows, taking your sense of self-preservation right along with it. In all of half a second, you shove your hand beneath your pillow to procure the dagger you’ve slept with since you came of age; you’ve never known how to use it, not really, but you don’t think twice before you’re already up on your feet with the blade held out in front of you.

“Get out!” you snarl at him, wild, feral, reminiscent of an animal. “You will not use me to assuage your anger, Loki Odinson. Not this night. Not again.”

Fight-or-flight takes you over. Spurs you on. Not according to plan, but you’ve long since forgotten what it even was, now, with every rational thought wiped so clean from your head.

The flood of adrenaline helps you to discern the slightest shift in his footing, the barest twitch of his fingers as his gaze drops to examine the knife in your hand; but even when Loki surely sees the uncertainty in your grip, his eyes turn sharp as the steel you wield. Calculating. Ruthless.

They cut back up to yours, and you scarcely manage to suppress a shiver.

The warrior.

Loki is as terrifying as he is glorious; every part the fearsome god you avowed yourself to. You can only assume he means to intimidate you into submission, and when his eyes narrow upon yours, it’s all you can do not to give in.

“Poor with a blade, indeed,” Loki observes, tone neutral—your previous admission come to light, but you don’t miss the tension in his posture, same as yours.

He still considers you as a threat.

Good.

You smile sweetly and lower your hand just enough to point the blade at his groin. “Shall we find out?”

His soft laughter sounds unfamiliar to your ears, now; not at all like the mocking sort you despise, but something sharper – darker – dangerous, and the hairs raise on the back of your neck. “Darling, I strongly suggest that you put that down.”

You don’t. Instead, you wave the tip of the dagger toward the locked double doors of your bedchamber. “Unlock them.”

“They aren’t—”

“Now.”

Irritation visibly sparks at the command, but Loki doesn’t act on it. Rather, a careful, deliberate flutter of his fingers brings your attention to his hand, after which he takes far more caution than necessary in motioning to the doors – pointedly – as if he means to indicate that he’ll do as you ask.

“Go on,” you order.

A muscle tenses in his jaw, evidence of his patience wearing thin, but still, Loki listens. He reaches over slowly, tediously, as if he means to placate a wounded animal—you, and you watch with baited breath as he finally places two slim fingers on one of the intricate door handles. Then he presses down.

The door unlatches.

“As you can damn well see, they were never locked,” he says tersely.

“Open them, then,” you retort. “Unless, of course, you fear what my ladies might do when they witness how you behave behind closed doors.”

Of course, you’ve seen nothing to indicate that Thea and Eris are waiting your sitting room to ensure your wellbeing once he leaves. Loki may very well have locked them out of your chambers entirely, but it’s a bluff you’re willing to make.

“Her Highness may wish to reconsider that last command,” Loki drawls, caustic and biting, holding his hands back up in front of him in a show of defence. “Or have you forgotten, Princess, who it is you hold at knifepoint?”

A Prince of Asgard. You are threatening a Prince of Asgard.

You’ll be tried for treason. Branded a traitor. Put to death.

Your grip falters.

“Yes, darling. Now put it down. I will not ask a third time.”

It’s a double-edged sword, your dagger; the only thing between you and the safety you deserve. Your grip on it feels slippery from how clammy your palms have become, and a cold sweat comes over your body as the adrenaline shifts to panic.

You’re just as trapped as you ever were.

If you put it down, Loki will hurt you again. If you don’t, he could just as easily use his magic to open the doors and reveal your treasonous act to the world. Your ladies would have no choice but to confess to what they’ve seen, lest they become conspirators themselves. Hanged, right along with you.

Only then do you realise how well and truly fucked you are, but it’s too late.

Something shifts in your periphery, and you don’t even have a chance to move, let alone blink—your only concession the startled gasp that rips from your throat. Your husband vanishes in a shimmer of illusory green at the same time his very real fingers encircle your wrist, and then it’s all over.

I will not ask a third time, he’d said.

You should have listened.

Loki roughly wrenches your arm behind your back and angles it into a brutal, unforgiving lock, one that allows you to feel all the strain in your shoulder as it almost dislocates, all the tension in your wrist as it nearly breaks, and all the pain that sends you straight up onto your tiptoes in your desperation to avoid it, avoid him, avoid the inevitable.

You bite out a nasty, colourful swear because it hurts like hell.

You have to focus on something else. Anything else. Anything would be preferable to the gnawing pain shooting up your arm.

You focus on the warmth of his body at your back. The spice of his cologne. The danger. The chaos. The skilful press of his other hand at your throat, just firm enough to keep you still, keep you from struggling, keep you from hurting yourself in an ill-thought attempt to escape. It’s an exceedingly effective way of immobilising you, and an unwanted reminder that your husband holds your life in his hands. Your pulse thunders beneath his fingertips as fear and something else you refuse to name unleash a swarm of butterflies in your gut.

Carefully, as if he thinks you’ll shatter like glass, Loki twists your wrist just a fraction more – just enough to loosen your grip.

Your dagger clatters to the floor.

His laughter holds a bitter note of mockery – victory – as he whispers into your ear, “My little assassin.”

Then he shoves you forward, sending you sprawling ungracefully onto your bed where you land face-first. Your body bounces from the impact, and you’re forced to dig and claw and fight with every fibre of your being to try and pull yourself up, keep him in your sights—and you manage to, just in time to see him stoop for your dagger.

Another bitter curse escapes your mouth. Everything feels like slow motion as you rush to get to the doors, but the moment your fingertips brush the gilded handle—

“Not another step.”

The words are spoken quietly; dangerously so, but to your ears, they sound deafening.

Heart pounding, you turn to face your fear head-on at last. He’s given you no other option.

Light from the full moon cascades through the window, illuminating your husband’s silhouette as he examines your dagger with all the boredom you’d expect, but the silvery glint of the blade in his hand makes you tremble.

When his eyes lift back to yours, your throat goes dry. Loki stares you down for one long, unreadable moment before he leisurely gestures to your bed with the tip of the blade. “Sit.”

The unmistakable click of a lock follows. Now he’s locked you in.

You take three shaky steps to the foot of the bed, and proceed to collapse upon it when your knees go weak, but you try not to let it show. You keep your posture straight as a rail and ball your fists in your lap, making a point to stare straight ahead. Not at him. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

You hear his footfalls, first, as he approaches from around the side of your bed. Then, from the corner of your eye, you see emerald linen and dark leather finally enter your line of sight, before indignation prompts you to slam your eyes shut.

You won’t look at him while he enacts this torture. Instead, you hold your head up high, even when his footsteps finally come to a stop before you. It’s failed attempt at maintaining your composure, because the overarching silence resounds with every shallow, ragged, fearful breath that passes through your lips.

One second passes. Two. Three.

Loki tentatively reaches out to caress your cheek, and you flinch.

“You are absolutely terrified of me, aren’t you,” he murmurs. It’s a statement, not a question, and his voice sounds softer than you've ever heard. Kinder. Not mocking. Not now.

His fingers trail from your cheek to tenderly tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and you feel your chin start to quiver. How cruel he is, to lull you into a false sense of security before he—

Loki quickly tears his hand away like you’ve burnt him—or perhaps the opposite, because you hear him audibly swallow the lump in his throat. “How poorly I have treated you. You have every reason to fear me as you do.”

Hesitantly, you squint open your eyes to find him all but kneeling before you, now, in a way that almost makes him appear smaller than his too-tall stature should otherwise allow. One knee loosely holds his weight as he sits back on his heels; upon the other rests his arm as he looks up at you – up – with something you never expected to grace his features.

Reverence. Repentance. Submission.

Surely not.

Then a silvery gleam catches your eye, and you glimpse your dagger in his other hand, where he holds the blade pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Loki waves it once more – just a little, just enough to ensure that you’ve seen it – before he makes a very cautious, very deliberate point of setting it down atop the tangled blankets to your right. Returning it to you.

“I’ve wronged you terribly. I should never have laid my hands on you.”

An impossible admission.

It’s all you can do to stare at your husband, stunned, because the Loki that you know would never admit to a single lick of wrongdoing. Especially not to you. And yet, he just did.

It disarms you—somewhat.

“No,” you answer haughtily, crossing your arms over your bosom, where you can feel the still-frenzied rhythm of your heart beating out of your chest. “You should never have even considered it, let alone done it twice.”

Something flickers in his gaze, some recognition, and his adam’s apple bobs with the guilt he swallows for a second time. “No,” he readily agrees. “It should never have happened at all. You are unquestionably right.” How easily he acquiesces makes you nervous, particularly when he takes a moment to extend his hands to you, and beckons for your own. “May I?”

You eye him warily. It could be a trick.

“I am always right,” you sass despite, nervously uncrossing your arms to place your hands into his – hesitant, cautious, uncertain of his motives. “Is—Is that not the first lesson any husband must learn?”

Your voice wavers from your nerves.

The uneasiness must show on your face, too, because he begins to rub soft, reassuring circles into the backs of your hands, but all you can think is that his gentle touch feels far more soothing than it should. You should hate it – hate him – but you don’t. Not when he treats you so tenderly.

“The second,” Loki corrects good-naturedly, and the corners of his lips twitch with silent laughter when yours tug into a frown. “I must first learn to honour my wife, merciful as she is.” A more teasing lilt follows, “The most merciful assassin I’ve ever met, to be sure.”

“I am hardly an assassin,” you grouse, and tug at your hands, but he brings them to his lips to leave a kiss upon the back of one, then the other – all the while peering up at you with those stunning green eyes of his that make you so desperately want to trust that this isn’t a trick.

“Indeed. Which is exactly why I seek to offer you my penance.”

Loki has always been a talented liar, but there’s something vulnerable about his expression. Something honest. Something real.

You scoff. “As if you would ever—”

And then, for the first time in centuries, Loki says your name – your actual name – without a shred of mockery, when even his wedding vows held that same familiar bite you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I mean every word. I’ll not so much as speak to you, should you find it amenable.”

You’d love to entertain the idea, but it would never work. “I rather think that will be impossible, Loki. Such a thing would soon become gossip amongst the court.”

“Do you truly believe I care about gossip, when you—” he begins in exasperation, but as soon as he sees your withering look, he relents. “Fine. Then…” Loki pauses to contemplate another option until he seems to take notice of your hands; after which he gives them a gentle squeeze, just one, and releases you. “I’ll not touch you, then, if you so wish it. A fitting recompense, I would imagine.”

That suggestion makes you feel some kind of way. Your stomach twists. “For how long?”

“For however long you should deem it necessary.” Loki takes another moment to consider his answer more thoroughly, and then, “Perhaps a decade to start. Is that suitable?”

“A decade? My, how generous,” you remark, examining your nails. When you glance back up at him, however, it’s clear you’re being contrary just for the sake of being contrary, and his eyes shine knowingly.

“A century, then. Will that suffice?” he questions, tone lighter than previously, but you can still detect the sincerity in his words.

Oh, hell. You’re starting to think he’s serious.

“A century is quite a long time, you know,” you taunt, crossing one leg over the other. The autumn chill in the air bites at your skin, bare halfway below the knee, but you ignore it in favour of sending him another pointed look. “Are you certain that you are up to the task? I would so hate to set you up for failure, ambitious as you are.”

Loki rolls his eyes and pulls himself back to his feet—to make as grand a departure as his arrival, you assume. But you’d almost forgotten how tall he is, so effective was his apology, and your spine instantly stiffens because of how easily he towers over you.

Especially when you’re still sat upon your bed in nothing but your nightdress.

Especially with him blocking the only exit—the only exit, which is still locked.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the doors unlock and swing back open, revealing your sitting room and the freedom just beyond.

When you finally glance back up at your husband, the expression he offers you in response is solemn, bordering on apologetic. “Darling,” Loki says softly, “I will wait however long it takes for that terror in your eyes to dissipate, and longer still.”

The breath catches in your throat.

He is serious.

Loki’s emerald gaze rakes over your body for the briefest of moments, then, before he lets out a long, weary sigh. “Now do get some rest before my mother worries herself into an early grave. Yes? You’ll be of no help to anyone in that state.”

“You speak as though you aren't the primary cause of her worry,” you clap back, wholly on instinct with your mind still reeling from the rest of the conversation. The familiarity of it helps you to regain your footing, though, and you add, “You’ve made such an awful habit of creating all manner of mischief to your own detriment that Frigga would no sooner give you an earful than tend to your wounds.”

Loki’s eyes glimmer with amusement. “Frigga, you say—Stars, now you’ve made me worry.” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval and adds, “It will hardly do for my mother to have an accomplice in all of her lambasting, petal. Not when I value my hearing.”

Sleep deprivation would be the likely culprit for the peal of laughter that escapes you, so joyous and light without the weight of the last week on your shoulders. So light is the feeling, in fact, that your natural laugh comes out for the first time in several decades, and a snort escapes—not unlike that of a pig.

Loki’s brows shoot up in surprise.

Mortified, you rush to clap a hand over your mouth. A torrent of shame rushes through your brain, bringing along with it every single one of your mother’s harsh criticisms about your laugh.

Crude. Unseemly. Ill-mannered at best, and at worst, you look like a peasant. A strumpet. A farmer’s wife, whose laughter matches her livestock. Common.

Face burning hot as the sun, you quickly turn away from Loki to look out the window, where you can only pray that the moonlight will alleviate the heat in your cheeks. You try to focus upon the smattering of lights twinkling in the distance, the homes of the peasantry beyond your gilded cage, and you can’t help but wonder if the farmer’s wife feels any less trapped than you do.

“You are radiant when you laugh.”

A lie, surely.

Flustered, you turn your attention to your duvet, where a fraying thread captures your attention. You pick at it absently, appreciative that your dagger is on the other side of you lest you toy with it instead, and that’s a hair more dangerous. “Hardly.”

“Truly,” Loki counters. "I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you laugh so freely, even when we were young. What could possibly possess you to hide it as you do?”

You know you should be mindful that this is Loki. Your lifelong irritation. You know that he is the one person on all of Asgard to whom you shouldn’t admit your weaknesses, but the night has been... strange.

“A lady should never be seen to laugh so exuberantly,” you quote your mother verbatim – an honest answer, but only on the surface. Then you don the mask of the Duchess’s prideful, snobbish daughter, and arch a perfectly-manicured brow at him. “It is crude, is it not? Uncouth. Not at all suitable for polite society, let alone any woman hoping to secure a highborn match.”

His eyes start to regain some of the steel from earlier, barely enough to notice. “And now you have.”

You blink.

So you have. You hadn’t really considered it until now. But then you laugh – dainty, delicate laughter, meticulously crafted since birth to suit your title – because now the pressure to maintain your façade is even worse. “Oh, yes, and what a spectacle it would be! A Princess of Asgard, looking common,” you spit the word. “Such would be an embarrassment for the Crown.”

You would be the embarrassment.

“Common?” Loki repeats the word with a obvious note of distaste, like it’s a joke he doesn’t particularly appreciate. “Dear girl, you couldn’t look common if you tried.”

You shoot him a look. “It is entirely too late in the evening for your mockery, Loki.”

Your husband studies your face, perplexed, like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite manage to solve. His eyes search yours for the answer to a question he doesn’t ask, nor does he seem to find whatever it is he seeks. Instead, he lets out a long, slow, frustrated sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“My flattery,” Loki corrects – not combative, but firmer than a jest. “Even I can discern when to hold my tongue.” It sounds like a jab, but you recognise it to be a concession, one even you can see he’s struggling to make; any other time he’d never have managed to keep his temper in check. “I’ll call upon you in the morning. Perhaps we might discuss your letter over breakfast.”

Right. Your provocation. You’d completely forgotten.

You nod, and bring yourself to your feet to see him off. “Until breakfast, then.”

“Indeed. Get some rest.”

Something is different, you think. Off. It’s almost like he can’t quite look at you, and certainly not as he did just a few minutes ago, on his knees begging for your forgiveness.

Then again, the night has been strange.

When Loki takes his leave, his long, brisk strides almost seem to indicate exactly how little he wishes to intrude upon you any longer—though you’re suddenly left wondering whether it’s more for your benefit, now, or his.

Part Seven

#loki x reader #loki #loki imagine #loki smut #loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki odinson

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quodekash · 8 months

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im already about to cry and the episode hasn't even started yet, so that's a nice sign that'll probably foreshadow how tonight is gonna go

PLS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

SHE ACTUALLY LISTENS AND TALKS TO KANGHAN

SHE IS MY GODDESS

MY QUEEN

MY MILF

9GO3U4ERHDSGN9P8IO4EURBDGN980OEUVDS

I KNEW SHE WAS CAPTAINING THE SHIP BUT HOLY FRICK NUGGETS

GUEOJRKBGNUOERJDFBGEUOR

IM SOBBING SO HARD RN

lmao nice joke

based on this scene being right at the start here, this episode is definitely gonna be the one where he properly realises his feelings for sailom (if he hasn't realised them already, which I dont think he has. he hasn't accepted it, at least)

AND BASED ON THAT LOGIC, generally the way these writers and directors etc base these ones, they fully lean into the fell first / fell harder dynamic, and almost immediately after the second person realises, they kiss

SO im very much hoping for a kiss at the end of this episode (but it also might not be til next episode)

WE'RE WHAT, ONE MINUTE INTO THE EPISODE?? AND WE'RE ALREADY GETTING TO THE INTIMATE STARES????

OH BOY IM SCARED FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE

I THINK MY GAY LITTLE HEART MIGHT ACTUALLY EXPLODE

oh yup, oh yup, we've got the heartbeat sound in the background. kang's feelings are coming to lightttt (PLEASE LET THEM KISS TODAY)

AAA

IM SO EXCITED FOR WHATS GONNA HAPPEN BC OF THIS

my theory that they're gonna run away during school hours is still going strong

NOOOOO THE SCENE WAS SO NICE AND HAPPY AND FLUFFY WHY ARE YOU HERE TO RUIN IT YOU BASTARD???

yup okay so that theory is definitely right

(the theory that saifah's gonna like steal from kang's house, and his dad is gonna get shot in the process. not my own theory, it's from @ respectthepetty and it's such a good theory, I love it so much)

OML THIS IS SO FUNNY

I CANT WAIT FOR MORE BATHROOM SHENANIGANS, THIS IS GONNA BE WONDERFUL

awh is he lonely?

he needs a hug

from kang

all through the night

it'll be insane if they do tho, its literally night one, there's no way

I TAKE IT BACK, APPARENTLY IM WRONG????

OKAY NVM APPARENTLY I WASNT WRONG

im half convinced kang is gonna walk in or smth tho

YALL IM SCREAMING, HE FULL-ASS JUST HEEHEED

THEY ARE FRIENDS

AAAA THE LYRICS

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEYRE SO PLAYFUL WITH EACH OTHER

WHAT THE HELL

what I wouldn't give to be that driver rn

THE ARM OVER THE SHOULDER???????

THEYRE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE?????????

OMG

PIMFAH

MY WIFE

I rly wish that screenshot was better but the wifi is being stupid for no reason (which isn't surprising since this is Australia and we have the shittest wifi there is)

anyway IM SO SURE JUNE IS GONNA SHOW UP TODAY

GIVE👏US👏LESBIANS👏

DID I NOT SAY IT?

I WAS RIGHT YALL

AAAAAAAAAAA

LITERALLY IMMEDIATE

AS SOON AS THE OTHER MAJOR FEMALE CHARACTER WAS INTRODUCED, B O O M, LESBIANS

I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE THIS

although I wasn't expecting it to be teacher/student

she is just a trainee teacher, but its still a bit ick

idk tho

I guess we'll see what they do with it

gay panic in real time

ooh yes ive been waiting for the familial need for an heir thing to crop up, yesyesyes

making me think of drarry now

OKAY SO MAYBE I WAS WRONG

MAYBE HE DOES LIKE HER

but the things I said are still true

the evidence we've gotten before just now havent really felt solid enough to argue that kang likes pimfah

but now... I guess I have to agree

pimfah knows/suspects/ships it and no one can convince me otherwise

IM WHEEZE-LAUGHING THIS IS HILARIOUS

THE MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND?????

I CANT RN

SO THIS IS DEFINITELY A DREAM SEQUENCE, RIGHT?

I wasn't expecting imaginary scenes from this series but I deeply appreciate it

I CANT STOP LAUGHING

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING, SAILOM

YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED

BUT ITS ALSO SUCH A MOOD

also I like kang's shoes

Y E S

I WAS HOPING FOR OPEN HOUSE VIEWJUNE

again, I wasn't expecting it to be teacher/student, but anyway

OH YOU LESBIANN

G3I4ORENHGKLS

I would do the same tho

June is so pretty

and so is view

and so is chimon

and so is Perth

(and so is satang)

(no I will not shut up about my satang and perth siblings agenda, its too good to keep to myself)

NO IM OUT OF IMAGES

on the bright side, it took a lot longer to run out today than it did last week

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #perthchimon #chimonperth #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #view benyapa #june wanwimol #viewjune #juneview #pimfahnabdao #nabdaopimfah

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wheeboo · 10 months

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Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)

omgomg okay lets do this guys. just know i luv every single one of you and without any of you i would not be where i am rn today!! i'm sorry if u were not included its prob bcuz we haven't interacted much yet but i also suck at communicating lmaosdjfldjkkfds i really do not deserve any of you istg

@ylliris-hanniehae - ylli is so sweet n comforting :(( like she's been with me since almost the beginning of me posting on tumblr here and she's been so supportive ever since!! i love the conversations that we have together and she really feels like a little sister to me!! she deserves all the happiness in the world fr

@fairyhaos - yena was the first person i asked to be moots with on here LOL and i remember being like "omfg should i send the ask should i send it" and well i don't regret it one bit!! she's so bubbly and sweet and i will never not say this- she always puts on smile on my face as well as everyone elses!! her fics are also soo comforting and so creative i love it sm

@etherealyoungk - skye is SOO lovely like i remember the moment she liked my mingyu fic and me freaking out like I RECOGNISE THAT NAME RIGHT THERE and i dont regret asking to be moots with her!! i love when she checks in with not just me but everyone else around her she's just so sweet n caring :(( i also love when we randomly scream abt different dramas together lmaoo

@slytherinshua - zanna and i just clicked like a snap the moment we started talking and istg she's so entertaining and funny like there's never a dull moment talking to her!! i love screaming about park jihoon and kdramas w her!! she’s also introduced to so many new groups i’m grateful for that. i also adore our late night music sessions and when we watch dramas together and cry and laugh and just everything

@mirxzii - roxie deserves all the happiness n love and she's so supportive n so silly too !! also i think she's soo relatable w some of the stuff she has said lmaoo it's so goofy and she's also been with me since the very beginning and i very much thank her for that

@rubywonu - nia i miss her so much she's been busy w school so we haven't been able to talk a lot so everyone SEND LOVE TO HER RN. i remember silently gushing abt the love series she made with svt members and being moots and getting to know her i see she's so sweet n chill but ik she got that lil chaotic side to her

@icyminghao - noelle every time i interact w her i just have this giddy smile on my face like its so refreshing to talk to her!! she's busy these days cuz of exams so everyone PLS send love to her too. shes so sweet n i lLOVE it when she screams in caps its the most hilarious thing ever

@wqnwoos - hana her writing istg literally the best thing ever?? its like so delicate but also gets me giggling n kicking my feet fr HAHA like i love it sm. she's such a sweet n chill person to interact with i really hope that i could talk to her more. i also love the poems and words that she reposts because YES i see them it reminds of those poem slideshows on tiktok that either got me crying or the most relatable thing ever

@hannyoontify - kie is so lovely i really hope i can talk to her more!! she's just so sweet n nice n very supportive! also shes like a drum major so hella kudos to her for that such a hardworking queen fr!! i can't wait to interact w her more because ik she's a very fun person to talk to

@toruro - mika i still don't understand how i managed to be moots w her like i admire her sm!! her writing never fails to amaze me like i NEED her brain rn and shes just so pretty?? will never deny that i have a platonic crush on her lmaoo!! and whenever we talk it feels very comfortable and natural it kinda reminds me of catching up with a friend over coffee tbh

@kyeomyun - jada is SOO LOVELY N SUPPORTIVE i always love seeing her pop up in my notifs or inbox and when we scream at each other sometimes LMAO. she's just such a very fun person to talk and i hope we can have more one on one conversations w each other bcuz ik for a fact we're both gonna be screaming over SOMETHING

@blue-jisungs - axe is SO funny and bright and whenever she pops up in my notifs it literally brightens my day sm. like she's just soo infectious that i just can't help but smile?? also she loves kdramas so i hope one day we can scream at each other abt it because YES. her nails and hair are also slay ik for a fact she rocks anything

#i love every single one of u and if u werent here...#i still love u as well dont worry #ylli!#yena!#skye!#zanna!#roxie!#nia!#noelle!#hana!#kie!#mika!#jada!#axe!#friends ༊

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beezonia · 1 year

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So I watched glass onion and holy shit I was not expecting that!!

This will include spoilers so pls don’t read if you haven’t watched it!!

—————————

Some of my thoughts

FIRST OF ALL I FUCKING LOVE PEG (give me a spin off movie with her pls)

She’s just a mood!

PEG DESERVED BETTER THEN BEING WITH BIRDI

I will die on that hill she deserved better

ANDI AND HELEN I WISH WE GOT MORE OF THEM 🥲

I really wanted to see their relationship as sisters but Helen does show that she’d do anything to bring Cassandra happiness (by pushing her limits going undercover to bring her sisters murder to light and make sure she got justice) and that makes me so happy

Having said that Janelle Monàe pls step on me you queen

Helen smashing those sculptures gave me so much happiness she said EAT THE RICH and gave zero fucks and had zero regrets

Giving the rest the confidence to finally stand up to miles the fucking asshole

Claire and Lionel are besties holy shit I wanted to see more of them talking shit about miles and realising that he was/had fucked their lives up even if he helped get them what they wanted

Whiskey I love you, you and Duke even if you did cheat on him

Duke and his gun were scene stealers lmao that scene where he shot the gun by the poolside and I think it Lionel who calls him an asshole made me laugh

BENOIT FUCKING FORESHADOWING THE ANDI/HELEN THING WITH AMOUNG US HOOLY SHIT I SCREAMED

“Angie” (Andi) was and imposter in the game foreshadowing that ANDI was not exactly andi because in fact she was Helen coming to bring justice with Benoit

I loved loved loved the glass onion that design was amazing holy shit they went all out

The island in itself was amazing holy shit

THE DISRUPTERS NO MORE LIKE THE SHITHEADS

Andi with her “rich bitch” voice and Helen channeling her sister with it we love to see

Benoit in that blue striped swim gear was hilarious he’s the confused grandpa of the bunch

Claire ignoring her husbands phone call and she just overall gave me the “tired mom” vibes

Duke is definitely the jock

Birdi (I didn’t really like her tbh she was annoying ngl) is the Phoebe Buffay of the group

Lionel the brains gives me the awkward guy but the one who’s just equally talented and as charismatic as the rest

Peg is tired mom no2 she’s basically birdi’s babysitter (give me her backstory people how the hell did she end up with birdi?!)

Also that explosion damnnn

THE FILM ENDING ON HELEN GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS SHE CAME AND FUCKING CONQUERED BEATING MILES ASS

She got what she wanted in the end and I was so happy for her

Let me tell you I did scream when we found out that andi had a sister and then I was like noooo they killed her off but oh nooo she fought so that justice could be served for her sister and so miles could finally be punished

The explosion was cause by the gas miles had and I was so glad that Claire pointed that out

Overall I’m in love with Peg and Helen, the movie was fucking awesome

#glass onion #knives out #glass onion a knives out mystery #glass onion spoilers #knives out glass onion

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xiexiecaptain · 1 year

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Shadow & Bone rewatch live-commenting that was started on twitter and is being moved/continued here!

This is the post for EP 03: The Making at the Heart of the World

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

((There WILL be spoilers mentioned for the books in the Grishaverse including the Crows duology & King of Scars duology! This is basically from the perspective of watching the show as someone who knows the books well.))

I like that we're getting to hear her letters to Mal in voice over because it returns some of the interiority we've lost through the translation from 1st person narrative to screen

bUT immediately my brain supplied the hilarious AU that Mal runs one of those Dear Abby advice columns

*sob laughs in Book 2*

GENYA!!! SHE'S HERE!

God I love Genya

And the way Daisy Head carries herself here, the polished demeanor, all of it is so Genya

This was such a great moment between them

And even though Genya had to do what she does later on, you can tell she's really earnest about how quickly she warms to Alina

THESE TWO BICKER LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND IM LIVING FOR IT

["Good to know Van Eck didn't cure you of sentiment."

"Glad to be back, Kaz."]

SHE'S HERE, THE GLORIOUS, THE INCOMPERABLE NINA ZENIK

Lmao right "despises"

As in "the two people I'll fall in love with in my life will both be Fjerdans"

That fight scene !!!!!!!

What a fckin badass I absolutely adore Nina

Everyone needs a Nina Zenik in their life tbh

This is the SECOND time I've noticed Jesper randomly helping himself to food/drink from other people's tables/houses and I fucking love it (he also did it in Dreesen’s basement)

Kit Young is a gift

Wraith mode: activated

The way his gaze lingers and he stays turned toward the window for a solid few seconds after she's gone-!!!

He tries to stop himself, he really does!!!

Can we just appreciate in general the nuanced and compassionate, yet realistic way addiction is portrayed with Jesper's character???

(Not to mention the fact we see TWO portrayals of addiction in this series--psychological addiction with Jesper and physical addiction with Nina)

Like, it's not a comic relief bit--it legitimately has life-altering consequences for both Jesper, all his loved ones, and those he works with.

We see Jesper both deny to himself and others he has a Problem, yet also struggle against it

["Why didn't you just stop?" Jesper wanted to laugh. He had pleaded with himself, screamed at himself to stop.]

He fucks up and hurts people he (and we the readers) love because of it. Yet the narrative remains continuous in its portrayal of Jesper as someone with steadfastly good intentions and a good heart who is struggling with unhealed issues

["There's a wound in you, and the tables, the dice, the cards--they feel like medicine. They soothe you, for a time. But they're poison, Jesper."]

Listen, I just have a lot of Feelings about Jesper Fahey

Alina Starkov is truly a woman of the people

SA mention////

"Ah, our shitty monarchs: The rapist king, the queen whose focus on appearance trumps any real issues, and the vapid entitled weasel of a prince. The only decent one among them, I've disguised so he could go play pirate to help Ravka by doing Ocean Crimes."

Yes, I hate him

Yes, he is occasionally funny

Yeah this was fckin shitty of her and I’m definitely not excusing it ever

But its interesting seeing this understanding where it’s coming from re: Zoya’s heritage.

Zoya's got so much internalized racism and fear around being mixed race herself because of her upbringing, seeing how not only just her father was treated but Suli in general

She's lashing out because she's afraid and conflicted

And she's also feeling jealous and uncertain about her place being favored by the Darkling (which he has fostered because he's a manipulator of the worst kind)

Kaz carrying Milo the goat and looking absolutely Done will never not be funny to me

More show-added worldbuilding appreciation from me

The posters styled after Bolshevik revolution/soviet propaganda posters is such a wonderful touch by the props/set folks

And again, the invented script for written Ravkan (and all the languages, but we’ve mostly just seen Ravkan and Kerch written so far) makes my linguist nerd heart sing

Kaz: initiate mastermind scanners for useful information and/or potential blackmail

Kaz: BEEP BEEP impending betrayal detected

Kaz: initiate 5-D chess-level planning consisting of labyrinthine layers upon layers of traps, feints, and manipulation

I love that they gave her a physical object for Inej related to her family.

In the books (again, because of interiority) we get literal flashbacks of them, as well as many phrases from her parents she repeats or hears internally ("The heart is an arrow...", "Climb, Inej")

But that’s not easily translated to a visual medium. So instead we get this great little physical/visual token of that.

It does such heavy lifting not only in that it shows us how deeply Inej's faith directs her morals (like how torn she was when Arken connected over their faith), but also shows how much she still holds the memory/hope of her family close to her; that she's never accepted that her life in Ketterdam was just it now.

Good, good storytelling work

ARE YOU TALKING TO HER OR TO YOURSELF, KAZ??????

That little glance down and then away-!!!

And then immediately he's harsh and cruel about it to try and push her away from him--to push hIMSELF away from her!!!

Fucking helllll

I'm so glad they basically got to keep Nina's and Matthias' story the same (aside from minor details obv) down to exact lines

Danielle Galligan and Calahan Skogman breathe such life into the cores of these characters and all their nuances

[Matthias had always fought his own decency. To become a drüskelle, he’d had to kill the good things inside him.]

All through this episode, even in this first scene, you can see Nina's words start to scratch away at him

He's gonna have her in his head for the rest of the night

Jesper Fahey, everyone

LOVE THE WHOLE CONCEPT!

Love this addition to the world, love how it's not finished/is kinda ramshackle with sliding between the two tracks, love the weird systems set up he's developed to cross multiple times with the sound of hitting the metal, love it all

I'm so happy Nadia is a black woman!!!

We get so many queer characters of color! I can't wait until we get Tamar (and Tolya ofc) introduced in the show so we can have the badass wlw couple we deserve

BOTKIN!! So glad he makes an appearance!!

I could so easily him being cut from another version of an adaption so this makes me so happy

Part of what endeared Botkin to me in the book was how, even though he is a harsh teacher, he always treated Alina like every other student and demanded her best work

Like "idc you're the sun summoner, your right hook is pathetic!"

ALINA KNOWING HOW TO THROW A PROPER PUNCH BC MAL TAUGHT HER IS 🙏🙏🙏

Like I know this is supposed to establish character dynamics and how Zoya has this social position she's defending and how Alina is gaining credibility

But me & my gay-ass brain just went like "Ok but I would let Zoya punch me in the face and I would say THANK YOU"

If only I were so lucky 😔💦

Somewhere, King of Scars!Nikolai getting shackled to his bed by Zoya every night for his own safety just liked this^^^ as a tweet

See, Nadia gets me

She's pickin' up what I'm puttin' down

This also establishes Nadia’s type is women who can knock your lights out and smirk, which is good news for future Tamar

And we here see in Alina's face the echoed experiences of women, femmes, and assumed-women everywhere having forced unwanted interactions with creepy dudes

Zoë Wanamaker is soooooo good as Baghra, hot damn

A fellow Zoë out there making us proud

Another character I can’t wait to see interact with Nikolai on screen because their relationship is hilarious to me

I've mentioned it before, but the show more heavily leaning into the idea that Grisha power can sort of be drawn out or kicked on by sudden pain and/or fear is such an interesting one

Because it implies about the nature of Grisha power that it developed similar to other unconscious survival mechanisms--like adrenaline numbs out bad injuries or allows muscles to surpass normal limits, its something that helps keep Grisha stay alive in a life or death situation

"I WISH I WERE WITH Y- ...WITH THE FIRST ARMY"

I'M-!!!!!

SEE? THIS IS THE SHIT I LOVE

The worldbuilding always contains all these tiny details that realistically reflect how humans build clever systems over time to address issues and get what/where they want to

Alina's fuckign face-

I CANT GET OVER THIS

Yes, the emotional support goat was Absolutely Mission Critical

I'M FUCKIN EMOTIONAL BC I just noticed when Arken says the situation is dire, please take note of how Kaz isn't even looking at him, he's staring diRECTLY AT INEJ sitting across from him?????

[That sound--the swift, shocking report of gunfire--called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.]

[...Jesper could feel himself coming alive, the worry that had been dogging his steps ... falling away. He felt free, dangerous, like lightning rolling over the prairie.]

[He'd knew his guns better than he knew the rules of Makker's Wheel. Jesper focused on the bullet, sensed the smallest parts of it. Maybe he was the same. A bullet in a chamber, spending his whole life waiting for the moment he would have direction.]

So I just want to examine the Crows' "we were pretty sure we were going to die but we actually pulled through and are somehow still alive???" reactions for a minute:

1) Inej, ofc, her first reaction is prayer which makes me emotional

And then, she looks over at Kaz because she wants to see if this finally shook something loose from that cold exterior (because tbh, at this point, it's probably the first time she's ever witnessed Kaz escape death first-hand)

2) How fucking beautiful Jesper looks?? 😍😍

[Jesper's hair was mussed, his pupils dilated. He seemed almost drunk, or like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed. He always had that look after a fight.]

3) And Kaz, of course as always, is looking at Inej (and then looking away from it all)

It's gonna get you in big trouble one day, Kaz

AND how Inej and Kaz hold eye contact for a moment before they both look away???

And I feel Malina in this chili's tonight

Oh! Something I forgot to add I noticed during the train fight scene, Arken has these depictions of saints hung up on the walls!!!!

Again, major major ups to the prop/set people for adding all these small details!! It makes the world feel so full and lived in!

So that's the end of episode 3!

Wheee I fuckin' love the Grishaverse and my beloved Crows and we're so lucky to have this cast

[Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #six of crows #alina starkov #mal oretsev #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #genya safin #nina zenik #matthias helvar #zoya nazyalensky

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anotherblblog · 1 year

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Cheating McChicken Episode 5 Thoughts

I knew Wen was a messy gay! I knew it!

Alan: why’d you sleep with me? Wen: because I felt sorry for you. Alan: well feel sorry for me again!

Not knowing the inciting whatever that turned Wen off Alan is gnawing at me but maybe Wen and Jim will share those things with each other soon

That first year anniversary into the present cold war was a doozy

Ummmmmmmmmmmmm so is Gong bi representation or just a strong ally?

Ok so I think Gaipa’s mom dies and then Jim inherits the land? Is that what’s potentially being set up…

Also Gaipa get a first date or honestly first fuck and a commitment before offering a man a deed

I really wanna know more of Li Ming’s thoughts on Jim’s dating life

I wonder if Li Ming like Leng just wanna see Jim happy and Li Ming has seen Gaipa fail long enough for Li Ming to throw his support behind Wen who he probably heard him and Jim doing the moonlight.l chicken dance

Wen fonding over the baby gays was totes adorable, it’s reminding me of TanBunn and their lil baby gays

We need more queer friendships and mentorship in our bl’s

Now the Alan Wen cold war has a brief skirmish against the isolationist nation of Jim

Return to me what you took

Honestly Jim could have said, the pen chose me back and really gagged Alan (and ruined his chance to save his business but the drama might be worth it)

Listen jobs and capitalism make us do a lot of things but idk if I could help the person my ex/estranged living partner is interested in

But to Wen’s point, it wouldn’t make Wen not like Jim

Soooo I know I’m not the only one who thought Gong was 🌈

Wen: If you don’t wanna take my calls, fine I’ll come back to your place/my maybe sometimes place of employment

Ooooof that “this is really over”/no need to rekindle the fire lmao

Like it wasn’t subtle and that’s hilarious and camp and also painful

She took that ring off

See what happens when Mark Pakin isn’t in the episode a lot. People get re-dumped, people have motorcycle accidents, parents get the dressing down of the millennium

Like they’re baby gays so I’m sure they’re trigger shy but Fourth’s face on that overlook was screaming kiss me

It feels like it’s been a while since we’ve had a really bad bl parent so shout out of Heart’s parents cuz damn they suck. It’s sad and not fun.

Another “serious enough for a hospital visit but not lasting or impairing the actor” bl wound

Jim kinda doesn’t stand up for Li Ming. But Li Ming is clearly responsible for the accident but idk dude, defend in public and dress down in private. Like Jim publicly implicates Li Ming and idk, I don’t like it even though I get that Li Ming is wrong or appears to be wrong in these scenarios. It’s like dude you treat him bad and then wonder why he’s distance.

Oh Wen, literally making yourself homeless to get a man. Brava you messy drama queen, Brava.

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken episode 5 #moonlight chicken 5

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alittlebitmaybe · 1 year

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do you have any recs for good skates to watch from this season so far?

elsa i am so sorry you asked. here we go

(bolded skaters are going to the gpf)

(all links require a vpn bc isu youtube hates usa; rec using opera browser's built in free vpn)

i mainly follow singles, so i'll mostly stick with those, but for pairs stellato-dudek/deschamps are absolute breakouts featuring queen deanna who is the oldest gp medalist and oldest gp gold medalist !!! stan deanna. i rec watching their skate america skates, particularly their short. i wept

ALSO for dance by far my favorite thing i've seen is demougeot/le mercier's weird ass sad mime ex which hits EVERY time.

ANYWAY. to the shit i actually care about deeply

WOMEN

rika kihira's titanic free from sci: the nhk one was probably better technically but i saw this one in person in the front row and wept the entire time. outstanding vibes. beautiful skating.

kaori sakamoto's sia free from skam: speaking of things i saw live from the second row and wept through. that's MY world champion

mai mihara's espoo short and also her sheffield free: 30 point grand prix queen enough said

yelim kim's short and free from nhk: won nhk against an absolutely stacked lineup of women. has one of the most beautiful ina bauers in existence

honorable mentions that i'm not going to find the links for: every single thing gracie gold did at skam. listen to the audience reactions for her!!! absolutely not a dry eye in the house. also amber glenn did incredible at skam, if you're into her. also faves rinka watanabe at sci and loena hendrickx at angers to round out the gpf lineup. (uhhhh. minus isabeau who is talented but i don't care for as a skater atm)

MEN

oh god

shoma uno's nhk free and exhibition: this tiny man owns my entire ass. i also saw both of these skates live and my brain turned to mush and i made noises no human should ever make but i think the nhk ones are better. his short also fucks but he keeps screwing it up lmao. these are some of my favorite programs of all time tbh

roman sadovsky's nebelhorn trophy short: romsky is my goated flop worstie parasocial boyfriend and this program fucks. what if he could ever pull off a free skate.

adam siao him fa's short program from angers: i mean. my god. he did that

kao miura's short program from skam: had no expectations from this kid and then he comes out and drops a 94 point sp in front of us. TWO WEEKS IN A ROW. IN FRONT OF MY EYES. this program is fucking incredible except for the slowest cannonball spin of all time. his beauty and the beast free is also sooo fun but it WILL get stuck in your head and he keeps having bad falls on the first jump

kazuki tomono's miyavi ex: king of gala skates strikes again. pleaaaase learn how to jump for the actual competitions

deniss vasiljevs's sheffield free and sci ex: does the free hit as well without knowing how hard he flopped it during sci? idk and idc. his englishman in new york sp is also worth a watch. we love u deniss. anyway the sci ex happened in front of me and stopped my brain function for like half an hour

junhwan cha's nhk free and skam short: the second we saw jun skate in person we dedicated our lives to seeing him skate again. please know that a good portion of that intensely high pitched screaming from skam is me and kim and lee anne. it was his BIRTHDAY

keegan messing's free at sci: now, this one is simply for the vibes. it was his last ever skate canada and the vibes during this event were terrible. everyone was flopping. energy was low. then keegs saved us and we all stomped and yelled and cried

kevin aymoz's short in espoo: he is sooooooo good and soooooo fun. his free is also good and hilarious bc it's a song of achilles program set to gladiator. i'm not kidding

ilia malinin's free at skam: so, listen. i am not an ilia girlie but he DID land a 4a 15 feet from us and it WAS impressive and i did scream about it, and since he is shoma's main competition at the gpf this year i feel that i should link this

unfortunately i only really care about 2 of the men in the gpf this year and the rest of my faves flopped bad enough at least once to keep them out of the running.

anyway yeah if anyone else wants to watch some figure skating. watch these ones

#ask #nbjadziadax #sorry for being crazy it WILL continue

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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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Any roomate updates?

Ooooh there is A LOT:

Some cute things he did; I got ready in the morning and as I walked out the door he opened the window and screamed at me to the street “PORTUGUESE QUEEN” and honestly, that was all I needed.

I was picnicking in the park near our house with a friend, and I saw him with his friendgroup (8+ people). He noticed me and dragged ALL his friend up to meet me and say ‘hi.’

The other morning I was laughing at a funny video, but suddenly I (weirdly) laughed out loud so then I was like ‘shit now I have to continue laughing otherwise I just made a weird noise with no context.’ Lmao. Well.. he thought I was crying and I hear him softly walking up, listening through my door, I hear a soft knock and a concerned voice “are you okay, can I come in? What’s wrong?” But then he saw me laughing, it was so sweet and hilarious at the same time 😂

Good news! We went on a date!!! It was all pretty casual and sweet, and I got to know sooo much about him. Ughh he just has such a good heart. (But I promise I’m not in love HAHAH)

#roommate tag

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Top 5 Rodrigo moments (either the play or the opera doesn't matter)

i am a dirty cheat so you're getting twice as many and also me unnecessarily justifying each choice because i just dont know when to shut up. im putting it under the read more cut because it's really fuckin long sorry lmao

so in no particular order i guess (except for the first one which is definitely at the very top of my list):

1. play. the entire last scene with Elisabeth. im so boring about it but this is my favourite scene in the whole play. i could talk about it for hours, analyse it line for line, it's amazing. it's his fall from grace, the only moment in the entire play when he's completely emotionally naked and vulnerable - he's not quite like that even with Carlos. it's his last confession, his death rites, it's the defining scene for this character. there's everything there, and on top of all that, there's a delicious sprinkle of some good ol' Fear Of Death. it's amazing and it always makes me ugly cry - also Elisabeth calling him out on his bullshit and him just bluescreening there for a moment... i can't stress enough how much i love this scene (and the relationship between Rodrigo and Elisabeth!)

2. play and opera. The Restate Scene. i don't think i need to elaborate on that lol (mind you, this also involves the beginning of that scene in the play, where Philip is not yet present, there's just Rodrigo and Alba - who's visibly so irritated by this twink's bitching like 'omg you're literally getting an audience with The King Of Fucking Spain because he Specifically Asked For You, maybe you should act a little more grateful, you insolent brat, i swear to god, kids these days smh' because it's just fuckin hilarious)

3. opera. The Auto Da Fe Incident. i do love the play's equivalent of this scene too, i love it so much. but. there is something about him disarming Carlo in public (while that horrible reprise of their fRiEnDsHiP motive plays in the background, screaming crying shaking every time i swear) and immediately after - kneeling at Filippo's feet, presenting him with Carlo's sword AND getting a title upgrade???? right in front of Carlo? Elisabetta? literally EVERYONE??? it's amazing. prolly the worst day in Rodrigo's life (while simultaneously the best day in Filippo's lol).

4. play. the scene when Carlos gives him Eboli's letter and he just fuckin. tears it to pieces lol the moment is just hilarious to me jshsjssgdk

'so you wanna show this letter to the queen?'

'fuck yeah i do'

'ok. may i see it again? just for a sec'

'sure, here you gOH MY GOD'

on one hand it's just hysterical lmao on the other - it very nicely shows play!Rodrigo's controlling nature and the fact that he may love Carlos more than anything, but he still will manipulate the hell out of him. i also love how he yells at him but then immediately softens after Carlos's dramatic display of throwing himself onto the chair and the 'too well I know thou lovest me no more 😔' idk i just love this entire scene a lot. i love them.

5. play. the scene when he convinces Carlos to give him his letters. it's his second scene in the play after the Restate Incident (the first is another scene with Elisabeth that I also really really like). I also love Carlos here a lot, both of them honestly. The fact that Carlos is so preoccupied with Rodrigo having an audience with his dad that he entirely forgets about Elisabeth for a moment. and Rodrigo who's suddenly so flippant and sure of himself and it drives Carlos crazy because of The Implications. Rodrigo, again, getting a little mad at him and not bothering to hide it (i said it before but i love how play!Rodrigo will not hesitate to yell at Carlos when he gets too... uhh... Carlos-ish; opera!Rodrigo is only ever kind and loving with him and while it melts my heart... i do like my man being a bitch). and then the final moment with Carlos throwing himself into Rodrigo's arms, crying, being like 'my father could never make you betray me, could he? not my father, Rodrigo... 🥺😭' and running dramatically away while Rodrigo is left there, standing with that letter in hand, like 😐 what have i just witnessed

6. play. the entire prison scene. This is a stark contrast with his previous scene, which was the emotional breakdown witnessed by Elisabeth. here, he's much calmer. the whole thing is beautiful and heartwrenching obv but there is this one - not even really relevant - line, when he asks Carlos to just. sit down with him cause he's just so weary. and idk it just makes me so 🥺 my man has been through so, so much in such a short time, this scene is the moment when i feel all this tension and the emotional turmoil finally quiet down, and it leaves him fuckin exhausted. he has accepted his fate and he just wants to rest and spend these last moments with Carlos in peace and quiet (and he never quite gets that in the end). also the fact that that stupid Badminton Incident has been weighing on his conscience for so many years, is just. ridiculously heartbreaking. which brings me to my other favourite moment in that scene (there you go, Sofia jrhdksdh).

'yoooo who was that shot meant for?'

'lmao i guess for me 💅'

im sorry but it's hilarious. i always feel so bad for laughing at this but. come on.

also, im honestly a little obsessed with how different opera!Rodrigo and play!Rodrigo's deaths are. the play is definitely more tragic to me because it's so much more abrupt and quick and desperate. Posa genuinely thought he would have more time and it makes me wanna bang my head against the wall. the shot comes before Rodrigo manages to tell Carlos whatever it is he wanted to tell him, as he mentions earlier (this is another detail that's making me go insane, something i will never get over), there is no time for confessions or maudlin words or anything really personal. it's just. bam - too quick - escape - the queen knows all - over and out, bye-bye. absolutely fucking heartbreaking and ive just made myself sad, great.

having said that. opera gets a big big star because it's just so fucking beautiful, and Rodrigo deserved to die peacefully in Carlo's arms, and because there is this one line that absolutely destroys me and it fits Rodrigo's character so well and I actually wish it was there in the play too - the famous di me non ti scordar (and when accompanied by that fucking dio che nell'alma reprise.... fuckin. screaming crying shaking just kill me already).

7. opera. his first scene with Carlo. i don't think i need to say anything about it. it's just the gayest fucking thing and it's so tender and beautiful and dramatic. i love love love it. opera!Rodrigo is also so warm and kind and loving to Carlos from the very beginning, especially when compared to play!Rodrigo's initial 'what the hell Carlos you're being pathetic af rn' reaction. also that fucking duet slaps so much. it's just the best.

for the record though, the play does get a huge star for:

a) The Badminton Incident and the entire story of Carlos and Rodrigo's origin which is fucking hysterical ngl and Rodrigo's reaction to it which is just hilarious too. he's just so embarrassed and wishes dearly Carlos would just stfu <33 (and the - a little too much on the nose lol but still heartbreaking in the end - foreshadowing... damn)

b) that one exchange that goes sth like

"if one tear that gives me relief means to you more than my father's favour--"

"more than the entire world"

it's just. 🥺 but overall. I'd say this scene is much more one of my Carlos-favourite moments in the play than Rodrigo's per se.

8. play and opera. the Not-Really-Killing Eboli Incident. they both happen in very different circumstances in the opera and the play and I love both. the opera is just badass tbh, on both Posa AND Eboli's side ('fuckin kill me bitch, do it, *Joker voice* come on, i want you to do it, hit me, HIT ME'). also Carlo gets to witness this one and i love how this night gets just worse and worse for him lmao also the music is AMAZING, easily my favourite part of the opera (especially the trema per te moment GOD). in the play it's much more horrible though, Rodrigo is a total mess there and he is really fuckin desperate and does not know what to do. opera!Rodrigo doesn't kill Eboli because it's not all that necessary then, because he still has hope and god will inspire him (bless lol). play!Rodrigo doesn't kill Eboli because he can't bring himself to murder her for what he perceives to be his own fault - if someone has to die, it will be him. so it's also THE moment he decides to Do The Deed and sacrifice himself for Carlos (this entire scene is also what basically causes Eboli's change of heart... which ultimately does nothing in the play lol im really not a fan of play!Eboli). granted, play! and opera!Rodrigo's situations at that moment are different; opera!Eboli hasn't really done anything yet at that point and I guess Rodrigo kinda underestimates her then which, well, sucks to be him.

9. play. the scene when he gives Carlos's letters to Philip. i love this scene, i love this cunning, manipulative little bitch so much. i love how he has Philip wrapped around his little finger while still letting him think he's in charge. i also really love Philip's entire Situation here ('you're MY bitch and i want the whole world to know that uwu i love you btw mwah <3333') but this post is about Rodrigo. anyway, it's great (and goddammit, Lerma...).

10. play and opera. the scene with Elisabeth and Eboli in the garden. i love this one for different reasons - in the opera, the che mai si fa nel suol francese trio is, again, one of my favourite few minutes out of those 4 hours of Verdi's masterpiece, the music is fun and the entire situation is hilarious, i love Rodrigo and Eboli's whole dynamic, i love love love it. the more fake-ass smiles from the baritone and the mezzo involved, the better :))))))))) and, yes, im soooo boring about it but. the relationship between Posa and Elisabeth in the play makes me feel so warm inside. she is so excited to see her bestie, and then they do that silly little flirty bit which I always go insane over. i love them. also bonus points for the english copy that i own that has Rodrigo deliver a sick burn on Eboli in that scene, haven't seen that exchange in any other translation. also there's yet another Hilarious Rodrigo Moment there that I love - the moment when he's talking with Elisabeth about Carlos and she says something that mildly suggests she might care about him a tiny bit and Rodrigo immediately jumps up like

'so you wanna see him, do you? if he were here, you'd totally allow him an audience, right? :D'

'wait, what? what's going on'

'too late, here he is, tadaaaaa' *Rodrigo doing jazzy hands while Carlos jumps out from behind a bush, fanfares playing, colourful serpentines and confetti falling from the sky*

***

there. i cant play this game, im sorry. peace and love.

#this was supposed to just be a list of top 5 moments and it ended up as over 1800 words of my feelings about those moments #and i still feel like i was being brief #im so sorry y'all #at this point im being extremely annoying even for tumblr dot com's standard ddhdkdbdkdb #anyway.#don carlo #don carlos #ask #sofia you dont have to read all that we've pretty much said all this before dkdbskshd

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