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The True Duality Of Man

[thatseventiesbitch]

That '90s Show Part 2 Review

Overall, I'm giving Part 2 4.5 Stars out of 5!!!! I completely loved it, and thought it was an improvement from last season. I am now all the more excited for part 3, given what I know is still coming. 😜

If you're interested, here's my real-time reactions thread from Twitter (pinned to the top of my bio).

Stay tuned for my breakdown (warning: there be spoilers here):

The Good

The H U M O R continues to be the brightest spot for me. This is a genuinely funny show - I laughed out loud (okay, closer to howled if we're being honest) several times. It feels similar (though not identical) to T70S' brand of humor. I can tell it was made by the same people. This season, like last, Ozzie was my main man and had the one-liners that sent me the most but I can say the same for Jay, Gwen, Nate, and Leia too. And Bob. Oh hell, all of them! I'm sure I'll be reblogging my favorite moments for months to come while we wait for part 3!

The C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T is the other shining star for me. The first season was limited (disappointing?) in this regard - to be fair, they only had 10 episodes to introduce us to a whole new handful of characters and make us care about them, and they mostly did. But this season brought the depth I was looking for - and we're only halfway through! 🤯 We learn more about Jay's playboy past, and see how he's actively working to grow and change and do his relationship with Leia differently. Ozzie is humanized when he has his heart broken - and his friends are there to pick up the pieces 💔. Nate struggles with his feelings and relationship with Nikki all season, and by the end of episode 8 he seems to be grappling with still having real feelings for her that he can't move on from. Nikki's pregnancy scare really affected her, and not in the way one would necessarily expect. She ended part 2 feeling lost and unsure of her direction, or what she truly wants (and not her parents), for the first time in her life. Gwen's storylines were perhaps my favorite of all (I'm a big Gwen stan, okay?). I was impressed that they decided to 'go there' with the racism plot, and even more impressed at the frank conversation she had at the end of the episode with her white (and well-intentioned, but bumbling) mom. Was it perfect and resolved? No. I think that was kind of the point. Not to mention her navigating her first real feelings and her relationship (?) with Cole. And Leia, my lovely Leia - she is learning about communication, forgiveness, honesty - all with the gentle guidance of her family and her friends. And that's not to mention Red and Kitty, who had sweet, plot-driving storylines of their own. I loved their realization that they like their rut - but loved even more when Red was inspired to live every day like it's his last and pushed through his fears to go to Paris with Kitty 🥰. This longer season has afforded more 'filler-like' episodes for us to just hang out with the characters, and get to know them more intimately. What are their wants, fears, insecurities, innermost thoughts? We are getting there. We are really getting there. Let's see what 8 more episodes will bring!

BOB! Bob gets his own point, because I enjoyed him so much (and seeing him and Red eventually come together to be overprotective grandpas 🤣. I laughed so much at his relationship with Leia, how they were just chilling in the basement, how he wanted all the teen gos. And Gwen's "What the heck, do you tell your grandpas everything?" 😂

DONNA! I adore Donna Pinciotti (Forman?), always have, and I adore her even more in the '90s than I thought possible. I love seeing her as a mom and her relationship with Leia. More pls.

This season felt more '90s to me! They incorporated more '90s references and brought back the regular fantasy sequences that always set the original apart. Off the top of my head, I loved: Kitty's Carmen Electra fantasy/nightmare (😂), Leia's Lisa Loeb fantasy (🤣), the Macarena (that shit was e v e r y w h e r e in the mid-90s, man), the Mentos commercial, Jay and Silent Bob (Kevin Smith cameo!!! also, Leo's son???) and all of Kitty's '90s slang that she picked up from the kids at school 😂👏🏻

The guest stars! Mitch and The Angel returned from T70S, and I am a big Will Forte/that era of SNL stan so I thoroughly enjoyed his appearance, too (and know he's been involved on the OG series on the writing/production side).

Red's trains (callback to season 1 of T70S - whoa!!) 🥰

I thought they struck a good balance this season between those heartfelt, 'very special episode'-type moments that '90s sitcoms were infamous for, without actually being too sickly-sweet, ala a Full House or Girl Meets World type moment. Donna and Leia's interaction in Nikki's bedroom regarding the voicemail comes to mind, as well as the is-Nikki-pregnant storyline and Nikki and Nate's celebratory dance at the end 🤣.

Which reminds me - I thought Nikki and Nate's storyline was intriguing. I have always been sort of a fan of their relationship - I don't think it's as bad as some others seem to - but remain unconvinced that they're 'meant to be' or endgame or whatever. But I enjoyed watching them navigate their break-up this season and then reluctantly find their ways back to each other, though. We'll see where it goes in part 3!

I immediately noted (and was pleased!) that there was a Laurie mention and a Midge mention this season. Both very off-hand, but it was something I was curious about. Who will be next? Betsy Kelso? 😮

The Bad

For me, ngl, Topher Grace's (Eric) absence was really felt. It is definitely the kids' show now and a substantial storyline isn't one I'd ever expect, but gosh I missed him from the family scenes at the beginning (both those with Red & Kitty, and those with Donna & Leia). The silver lining is how the other characters continue to reference him - almost in every episode, really - and so we still learn things about him and his relationships to his wife, daughter, and parents through these mentions from other characters. There will always be a part of me that is crossing my fingers for another Eric appearance, though, and I think there always will be.

Kitty's characterization as an overbearing mother was overdone. To be fair, this isn't a deviation from the original show. This is how she was often written towards the end of T70S - overbearing, possessive of Eric, lashing out at Donna or feeling in competition with her. It was done for laughs, but it wasn't particularly funny to me (and never was) 🤷‍♀️.

Not enough Geia content for my 'shipper heart 😩. We got one boob touch 😂, and it is clear that Leia still prioritizes her friendship with Gwen above all else (I lol'ed when she worried Gwen was in jail and that she would have to commit a crime to join her) but I want more, damn it! Part 2 solidified for me that Geia is never going to be anything more than a crack!ship. 😰

Which reminds me - Jay and Leia are kind of 'meh' for me. They're fine, I don't dislike them together, and I do like how we're seeing them both learn and grow through their relationship but... it just inspires kind of lukewarm feelings, I guess.

There wasn't a lot of Sherri in part 2. I love Sherri. Hope to see more of her in the next part.

The Ugly

I am pleased to say that I can't think of anything!!! Fez was absent (although they didn't directly reference their break-up, Sherri is clearly single and on the prowl all season) but I didn't miss him (🤭). Ditto to Kelso and Jackie - although we did get one reference to Jay's dad and the Kelso family heirloom (aka porn). I would say the ugliest part is that I now have to wait until October for part 3!!!

[hellwatermelon]

my favorite albums 2023

Morwan - Svitaye, Palaye Wayfarer - American Gothic Eusebeia - X Billy Woods & Kenny Segal - Maps Fluisteraars - De kronieken van het verdwenen kasteel - I & II Varg2™ - 10 år av skog, natt & stjärnor Protomartyr - Formal Growth In The Desert Debby Friday - Good Luck Geistaz'ika - Midnatsbøn ved djævelens port Raspberry Bulbs - The World Is Empty, The Heart Is Full

Ritual Howls - Virtue Falters Full Of Hell and Nothing - When No Birds Sang Fawn Limbs & Nadja - Vestigial Spectra 100 gecs - 10,000 gecs HEALTH - Rat Wars Hudson Mohawke x Nikki Nair - Set The Roof emptyset - ash Kode9 & Burial - Infirmary / Unknown Summer Turbid North - The decline Hexvessel - Polar Veil

Rahill - Flowers At Your Feet Driss El Maloumi - Aswat Fielded - Plus One Maxo - Even God Has A Sense Of Humor Acausal Intrusion - Panpsychism Lucifixion - Trisect Joys Of Pierced Hearts Body Void - Atrocity Machine Arnaut Pavle - Transylvanian Glare Lil Yachty - Let’s Start Here. Panopticon - The Rime of Memory

Black Wound - Warping Structure Shining - s/t JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - SCARING THE HOES EPROM - Syntheism Tirzah - trip9love…??? Miserere Luminis - Ordalie Brighde Chaimbeul - Carry Them with Us Anohni and The Johnsons - My Back Was A Bridge For You To Cross Agriculture - s/t Shapednoise - Absurd Matter

Akitsa - Devenir le diable Godflesh - Purge Swans - The beggar Boris and Uniform - Bright New Disease Sightless Pit - Lockstep Bloodwar Cattle Decapitation - Terrasite Kamaal Williams - Stings Urfaust - Untergang Melissa - II The Necks - Travel

Oxbow - Love's Holiday Tentacult - Lacerating Pattern Corrupted - Mushikeras Algiers - Shook Blackbraid - II Burial Hordes - Ruins Mary Lattimore - Goodbye, Hotel Arkada Anti-God Hand - Blight Year Martin Nonstatic - Pulsatille - Nocte Obducta - Karwoche - Die Sonne der Toten pulsiert

best of 2018

Best of 2020

Best of 2021

Best of 2022

gonna tag some people I would like to know what their favorites are: @aleprouswitch @musicktoplayinthedark @musicmakesyousmart @saisons-en-enfer @disease and whoever else would like to add please do

happy new year to the couple of active followers I have! much love!

[lovenikkicosplayqueen]

Cosplay Nikki #630→Vulture (Shining Nikki)

*Requested by anonymous *Outfit Details under the cut!

Outfit Details

•Gentle Waiter (Hair) •Suit Jacket (Jacket) •Silk Shirt (Top) •Humorous Waiter•Trousers (Bottom) •Gentle Waiter•Shoes (Shoes) •Federal Police Gun (Left handheld) •Nightmare Foreward (Makeup)

[womenswin01]

Spotlight on Asian Female Comedians: A Noteworthy List

The world of comedy has long been dominated by a diverse range of voices, and Asian female comedians have made remarkable strides in breaking stereotypes, challenging norms, and providing audiences with a fresh perspective on humor. In this article, we shine a spotlight on a noteworthy Asian Female Comedians List who have made their mark in the world of comedy, bringing laughter and thought-provoking humor to the forefront.

Ali Wong

Ali Wong, known for her sharp and unapologetic stand-up comedy, has gained international recognition. Her specials, including "Baby Cobra" and "Hard Knock Wife," tackle topics like motherhood, relationships, and feminism with a fearless and hilarious approach.

Mindy Kaling

Mindy Kaling is a multifaceted talent, known for her work as a writer, actress, and comedian. Her relatable and witty humor shines in her roles in "The Office" and "The Mindy Project."

Awkwafina

Nora Lum, popularly known as Awkwafina, has made her presence felt in both comedy and acting. Her unique comedic style and sharp wit have led to breakout performances in films like "Crazy Rich Asians" and "The Farewell."

Ali Wong

Ali Wong, known for her sharp and unapologetic stand-up comedy, has gained international recognition. Her specials, including "Baby Cobra" and "Hard Knock Wife," tackle topics like motherhood, relationships, and feminism with a fearless and hilarious approach.

Lilly Singh

Lilly Singh, aka "Superwoman," is a YouTube sensation who transitioned into mainstream comedy. With her vibrant personality and relatable sketches, she has amassed a large and dedicated fan base.

Aparna Nancherla

Aparna Nancherla is celebrated for her clever and self-deprecating humor. Her stand-up comedy often explores anxiety, mental health, and the quirks of everyday life.

Cristela Alonzo

Cristela Alonzo is known for her groundbreaking sitcom, "Cristela," which made her the first Latina to create, produce, write, and star in her own network show. Her comedy reflects her experiences as a Mexican-American woman.

Nikki Glaser

Nikki Glaser's comedy is bold, candid, and often focuses on relationships, body image, and personal experiences. Her stand-up specials and appearances on various comedy roasts have showcased her fearless humor.

Esther Povitsky

Esther Povitsky, who often goes by "Little Esther," is recognized for her quirky and endearing comedic style. She has ventured into stand-up, acting, and podcasting, gaining a following for her unique brand of humor.

Yumi Nagashima

Yumi Nagashima, a Canadian-Japanese comedian, combines her multicultural background with humor, touching on themes of identity, family, and societal norms.

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The Impact of Asian Female Comedians

Asian female comedians have shattered stereotypes and brought underrepresented voices to the forefront of comedy. Their humor often delves into personal experiences, cultural clashes, and the trials and tribulations of everyday life. They have not only entertained audiences but also sparked important conversations about identity, representation, and the power of comedy to bridge gaps and foster understanding.

In a world where comedy is a powerful tool for both self-expression and social commentary, these Asian female comedians have proven that laughter knows no boundaries. They continue to inspire and pave the way for a more inclusive and diverse comedy landscape, where everyone's story can be told and celebrated through humor.

[thejenhardy]

Illegally Blind: the journey of a visionary life coach

Hello Fabulous!

Are you ready for an inspiring story that'll tickle your funny bone and warm your heart all at once? Buckle up, because this episode of the "Fabulous Over 50" podcast is going to take you on a wild ride. Nikki was born legally blind, but her parents encouraged her to pursue her passions and not let her disability hold her back. She also jokingly wonders how anyone could be illegally blind. And boy, did she ever - she's a horseback rider, water skier, and even competed in horse shows. But she didn't stop there - Nikki went on to start her own free writers group to encourage and support others. But here's where things get really interesting. Jen and Nikki dive into a discussion about the struggle of living with a disability, and Nikki drops a hilarious line - that she's "totally out of sight." 

Nikki's story is truly inspiring. Her determination, positivity, and passion for helping others make her a shining example of what it means to be a "good human." Nikki's message is simple - focus on what you can do, not what you can't. And with a little determination, creativity, and a good sense of humor, there's no limit to what we can accomplish. Want to hear more inspiring stories and join the "Good Human Guild"? Check out the "Fabulous Over Fifty" podcast and Jen Hardy's website at jenhardy.net. And who knows, maybe one day we'll see you on there, too - making the world a little brighter, one good deed at a time. You can join the guild too! Go to JenHardy.net/guild for all the deets.

And be sure to stay tuned...the next episode is a special birthday edition!!

Thank you for joining us today!

I'm having a blast creating Fabulous Over 50 & it would be an honor to have you share it with someone who would enjoy it. Thank you!

Want more? Go to the website and you'll find many ways to live your best life over 50!

I'd love to hear what you think about this episode, and what you'd like to hear about in the future. Send me a message HERE.

Discover more about Nikki at https://coachnikkib.com

Want to connect? You can find Jen in the following places:

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  Have a blessed week,

Jen

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[indeeperwater]

🩵 nikki + hunter

send me a 🩵 and i'll answer the following regarding our muses' relationship! if you can't see the emoji, send 'light blue heart'!

who curses more? Both curse, but Nikita beats him.

who is more patient? Hunter - only by a little

who does the driving? Neither. They have drivers. But when they want privacy, probably Hunter.

who is louder? who is quieter? Louder: Probably Nikita Quieter: Hunter (sometimes)

who is more physically affectionate? Both.

who is more likely to tease the other? Hunter enjoys teasing Nikita, but both have their moments of teasing one another.

who is better with time management? Ooof. Neither - unless they need to, probably Hunter

who wins the arm wrestling matches? Hunter lets Nikita win but still lets her know he has the upper hand when he wants her pinned.

who controls the music in the car ride? Nikita. There is no arguing with that.

who covers dinner when they order in? Hunter, only because he refuses to let Nikita pay for anything.

who is more outgoing? who is more shy? Both are pretty outgoing, though some might see Hunter as the shy kind. He lets his woman shine like the diamond pearl she is.

who has the more outlandish fashion sense? Nikita?

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them? Hunter & Hunter.

who has the darker/more "edgy" sense of humor? Definitely Nikita.

who is more competitive when it comes to games? Nikita? Though Hunter has his competitive side as well.

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth? Nikita, for both.

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public? Nikita - but so can Hunter, if you push his buttons the right way.

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them? They come up with get-togethers together. They get a professional involved in that one.

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other? Hunter. Definitely, he loves cooking with his woman.

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior? Maybe Nikita?

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other? They both have a tell-tell sign that something is off with the other.

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)? Both.

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support? For each other. Both. For other people Hunter, he is in the medical field.

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it? Probably Nikita, but Hunter definitely gets the last laugh.

[merlin-plays-ln]

Haha nice

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

In this together

A Harry Holland fic

The sparkle in his eye (chapter five) *smut*

Summary: there's something about you that lights Harry up, even Nikki can see it.

Word count: 2k

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Warnings: fluff, Harry washing y/n's back in the bathtub, smut (additional warnings Below the cut)

Last part / next part

*this chapter contains smut*

Warnings: masterbation(both M & F), fantasizing about oral (both m & f) and unprotected sex, and vivid description of thoughts *there is no sex in this, everything is just them imagining*

I will mark the smut so it can be easily skipped***

Sunday brunches with the Hollands had become a weekly thing. Being suggested by Paddy for you and the rest of the family to become familiar and close with each other since, afterall, you would all have to deal with each other for at least the next eighteen years.

If you were being honest though, you didn't mind. You loved Harry's family and you felt as though you fit right in. You and Sam were practically best friends and would regularly team up against Harry and bully him. Paddy of course had a crush on you and would follow you around like a puppy. Niki was ecstatic to have you around, having always just had her four boys, a girl in the mix was nice. Tom was the most standoffish, being worried about Harry, knowing the most about his previous relationship. He worried this would end in catastrophe with how unconventional the whole situation was, but he was warming up to it.

You were sitting in the living room gathered around the coffee table with a board game laid out in front of you.

Harry was standing with his mom watching as you and the rest of the Hollands laughed and made your moves on the board.

"Did you give what we talked about any more thoughts, love?" Niki asked Harry.

"No mum, we don't need it," he said confidently.

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Mum, we don't need one, I promise," he looked back over to where you were sitting now mocking paddy who was losing the game.

It was the twinkle in his eye that caught hers. Something about how brightly his eyes shined as he looked over at you, belly barely swollen with his baby inside. Sure the situation was unconventional, and to outsiders looking in, maybe it was a bit confusing. In that moment though, seeing the way Harry seemed to brighten up, by the near sight of you interacting with his family. Niki knew. She knew this was what the plan had always been for him, right here was where he belonged, right here with you. You had brought back a spark in him she hadn't seen since he was a boy, and as a mother she was more thankful to you in that moment than anyone would ever know, and as a to-be grandmother, she was so glad he was blessed with you.

"There's something more isn't there?" She asked him with a smile.

"What do you mean?" He Wondered, brows pulled together as he looked at her.

"There is this certain look, your dad had it when we first met, you have the same look right now," she chuckled.

"What are you getting at?" He asked.

"Oh darling, I think you know," she smirked at him before walking back to the rest of the family and joining back in the game.

Harry stood there as he processed what his mother had meant. She was right. He knew that you had somehow become the single most important person in his life, but with you it was so different then his past relationship. You didn't expect anything from him, but everything he did you were more than thankful for. You were kind and caring, loving and understanding, you were a great listener, a goof, you had a great sense of humor, Enough so to keep up with his brothers and friends. And you knew him like the back of your hand. Over the last few months you had both become so close, you could probably predict what the other was going to say before it came out. It was easy, it was simple, even though it shouldn't have been. Things should be difficult and hard given the situation, but it just wasn't.

"Baz?" Your voice brought him out of his head and back to reality.

"Yes love?" He asked, making his mother smile.

"Your turn," you giggled Patting the empty couch cushion beside you.

That night when you and Harry arrived home you were exhausted. His family was very rowdy and it usually led to doing way too much and being pregnant you just weren't very up to staying up late anymore.

"I'm gonna take a bath and head to bed," you announced.

"Ok," Harry said from where he had already taken a seat on the couch.

You ran yourself a nice bubble bath with a lavender soap to aid in your sleep later. You had been in for about ten minutes when you realized you didn't want to even try and wash your back being so exhausted. You sat there debating on just skipping it entirely, or the alternative..

"Hey Harry?" You called.

You waited about a minute before you heard a light knock on the door.

"Y/n? Did you call me?" He asked through the closed door.

"Yeah, can you help me?" You asked hopeful he would agree.

"Help you?" He repeated, through the still closed door of the bathroom.

"You can open the door," you chuckled, shaking your head.

He slowly opened the door with his hand over his eyes, making you chuckle even more.

"What do you need?" He wondered.

"Can you wash my back for me?" You asked.

Harry felt his breathing hitch at the request. He slowly lowered his hand and looked at you, already sitting up, knees to your chest with bubbles surrounding you. Your hair was thrown into a haphazard messy bun on top of your head, and your cheeks were a beautiful rosy color, and Harry was almost positive he had never seen anything more beautiful.

"I- yeah I can. I can- wash your back," he stumbled around his words making you chuckle.

"Thank you," you giggled, noticing the deep red color that spread on his cheeks.

Harry sat on the edge of the tub behind you and grabbed the bottle of body wash from the shelf. He poured a generous amount onto his hands and rubbed them together to get a good amount of suds before placing them on your back. He was gentle with his touches, barely rubbing the suds into the bare skin of your back.

"Mm," you signed, making Harry tense up. "This is nice," you mumbled. Leaning your head to the side as he washed up to your shoulders.

Once he was finished, you looked back at him with a smile, and he couldn't help wanting to just kiss you. Your lips looked perfectly plump and delicious. "All done," he mumbled, trying to hide his thoughts from showing on his face.

"Thank you Harry," you whispered, smiling up to him. He could almost swear he saw your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips as you had your bottom lip pinned between your teeth.

"Yeah, of course. I'm going to go to bed," he whispered, getting up quickly and exiting the bathroom leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You knew that your hormones were out of whack with being pregnant, but you couldn't help but wish Harry would just put whatever was stopping the two of you from the obvious sexual tension that was lingering in the air whenever you were alone, to the side.

***

Harry shut his door abruptly and stood with his back against it as he tried not to think about you in the bathtub. He knew it was wrong to be so turned on from you just asking him to wash your back, but he had been trying his hardest to be respectful, he didn't want to get himself off with you right across the hall, especially since he knew he would be thinking of you while doing it. He had soon become so good at not giving into the urges he had whenever your hand would brush up his thigh, dangerously close to his cock, or when you would unexpectedly hug him and your breath would ghost the skin right behind his ear. Now though, he had no choice, he reached down, locking the door before slipping out of his clothes and into his bed.

He gently wrapped his hand around his already hard cock and let out a hiss of pleasure as he began tugging at himself. Images of you flooded into his mind, beautiful and alluring. He couldn't help the way he wished to just be able to trail his finger down the valley of your breasts, tweak your perfectly budded nipples between his fingers and suck purple marks into the soft skin of your chest to remind you of the whole experience for days. He couldn't help but picture you between his legs, your tounge slipping out of between you lips as you licked from the base of his cock to the head before taking him into your mouth, and looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes as you bobbed your head up and down, closing him in on his high.

His tugging began to quicken as he thought about the night that had caused all of this in the first place. Most of the memory was still blurry and distorted but he could remember one part vividly, and the memory of your face as he pounded into you pushing you over the edge, was enough for him to explode sending white strands of cum all over his stomach as he layed in bed panting, wishing it was your hand doing all the work.

He heard your door shut and stopped breathing. Had you heard him just now? Had he been loud? Did you think he was a freak for doing that with you in the house? The panic set in as he got up cleaning himself off, hopefully you hadn't heard him and he was just panicking for nothing.

You stood with your back against the door, an ache between your legs as you thought about Harry. It was probably wrong of you to wish he would walk through the door and take you right there, but it's all you wanted.

You climbed into bed, opting to skip clothes as you crawled beneath the sheets. You tried to fight the urge that you had, but the more you thought about him the harder it became. Your hand slipped down your body until your fingers ran through your already wet folds. You rubbed up from your entrance to your clit, letting a quiet moan out as you pictured Harry doing it instead.

You took your lip between your teeth as you pushed two fingers into your hole curling them up to hit the spot you knew you liked. You let out a gasp as you began to pump your fingers in and out of yourself. You pictured Harry laying at the end of your bed, kissing up your leg,

Untill finally getting to your core and nudging at your clit with his nose as his tounge dipped between your folds, fucking in and out of you. You could just imagine how amazing it would be to have your fingers Tangled in his beautiful curls as he ravished himself on your pussy.

You arched your back and let out a little louder of a moan as you felt yourself getting closer to your peak. You bit your lip even harder as you continued your feat, fingers pumping in and out of yourself.

You pictured Harry kissing up your chest, taking your nipples into his mouth as his tongue swirled around them, letting his tongue travel up to your collarbone and then sucking little hickies up to your neck before connecting your lips.

You could imagine him lining himself up at your entrance as you begged for relief. Him pushing into you, painfully slow as you grasped onto his shoulders bucking your hips up, begging for him to move wordlessly. Him thrusting into you as his fingers circled around your clit strategically getting you closer to the point you needed so desperately.

You would be clenching around him as he slammed his hips against yours, closing in on your climax, feeling the pulsating of his cock as he was just as close until you clenched so hard he exploded painting your walls white. "Oh Harry," you moaned out loudly, immediately covering your mouth with the hand that was not buried in your core. What had you just done?

A/n: I was really excited for this chapter so I hope you all liked it! Feedback is always appreciated 😘

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[amjustagirl]

hello lovely nikki jie!! surprise!! i come humbly bearing your secret santa gift — thank you for always being such a lovely presence, and i hope you enjoy this lil piece of silliness ♡ - jin

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some light, fluffy chaos

you smooth out the silky fabric of your dress as you walk out of the restroom, and back towards the set, to say goodbye to your coworkers.

it’s not every day that you change from your plain, comfortable work clothes into a stunning, date-night outfit at your workplace, but it’s certainly not every day that your boyfriend would willingly offer to pick you up here either.

and honestly, you don’t blame him. he’s made it clear more than enough times that he thinks reality television is a waste of time, money, and brain cells, but he supports you only because you enjoy the environment so much. (he can’t believe you find it... “fun.”) he also hates that the entrance to the studio is constantly clogged with fanatics — all eager to take as many pictures as they can — of... the bachelorette.

it makes even less sense to him that anyone would participate in the new season, after the directors and producers announced that they would keep the identity of the bachelorette a secret this time around just to spice things up; why would anyone try and win over the heart of a woman they don’t even know anything about? let alone what she looks like?

as you wave goodbye to your friends and coworkers, all busy with tasks of readying the set with props and film cameras (but still stopping to gawk at how gorgeous you look), you feel lucky that your boss was perfectly fine with you clocking out early. they have plenty of people for the opening night, so he just told you to “have fun on your date.”

bless his heart.

and yet, perhaps it’s the workaholic ingrained in some deep, deep part of your soul, but you can’t help noticing that there are too many pillows on one of the staged couches.

don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it—

“hey guys, there’s too many pillows here,” you call out, mentally slapping yourself for voluntarily going back into work-mode. you’re going to be late.

one of the lighting dudes turns to shine the large, blinding ring light to you so that others can direct their attention towards you.

“you have to spread the them out so the contestants are inclined to take the bachelorette to different parts of the set, or else they’re not gonna know where to go,” you sigh. “we don’t want them just standing around, do we? or else we won’t get any good, varying shots.”

one of the co-directors nods at your words, beckoning for the props team to immediately follow your instructions. she gives you a look of gratitude.

after all, even as you stand in the middle of the large, fake-mansion, dolled up in heels, jewelry, and a satin dress ready to go on a romantic date, you’re still looking out for the team. what would they do without you?

“excuse me, sir — sir!”

one of the intern’s strained voices catches your ear. you turn around to see what the issue is.

“sir, you’re not supposed to—”

“hey!” a tall, muscular man stands before you, beaming with a set of perfectly straight and whitened teeth.

you wave off the stressed intern to let her know that you’ll take care of this, and look up at the man who’s now running his large hand through his gelled, blond hair.

“sir, you’re not supposed to be out here before filming starts—”

“you must be the bachelorette,” he says excitedly, straightening his posture. “i’m miya atsumu, nice to meet ya.”

yes, you know who he is. you know exactly who he is... because you helped hand-pick all the male contestants for this season.

did he have the audacity to cut you off?

and wait, did he just call you the bachelorette?

you glance down at your dress, and realize the misunderstanding taking place. your irritation simmers down a bit once the humor of the situation sinks in.

“oh no,” a light laugh escapes your lips. “i’m not, i’m just—”

“THEY SAID YOU CAN’T GO OUT THERE, MIYA!”

a deep, authoritative voice travels out from the second set entrance, and you jump a little in surprise.

“i’m just marking my territory, sawamura,” atsumu shrugs, and you turn to see the new arriver storm towards you two.

“well it’s not fair to the other contestants,” daichi huffs, crossing his arms once he reaches you. “and most of all, it’s against the rules.”

his eyes land on you, and the stern man’s face reddens immediately.

“h-hello, i’m sawamura d—”

“i know,” you sigh, interrupting him. “and both of you actually aren’t supposed to be out h—”

as if just processing what daichi had said to him with his lagging brain, atsumu glares at his opponent. the blond’s lip curls upward into a taunting smile.

“it’S aGaiNsT tHe rULeS,” atsumu mocks, puffing his chest out as if to establish dominance like some feral, wild jungle animal. it looks like it’ll pop right through his expensive, tight dress shirt. “you’re just that eager to keep everything in check, huh? is that your policeman instinct kicking in? i’ll bet you’re real fun at parties.”

you raise your eyebrows at the menace as a vein throbs in daichi’s temple.

“first of all, i don’t care what you say to me because you’re a child,” daichi shoots back. “second of all, you can’t just go off on your own and incovenience other people every time you see a beautiful woman—”

beautiful woman?

huh, that’s kinda nice, you think.

you shake your head slightly to bring yourself back to your senses. you should probably get the two of them out of here. meanwhile, all your other coworkers are just sitting back and watching the events unfold. even the directors look amused in the background — wait a minute, is that cameraman seriously filming this??

“alright guys,” you say with a roll of your eyes, shimmying your handbag down your arm to put a hand on either of their backs. “why don’t you two just—”

“SAWAMURA!”

what now? you groan internally.

“I KNEW IT!” the tall, black-haired man speed-walks over to you, daichi, and atsumu through the same entrance daichi had used. he’s wearing a fitted, pinstripe vest over his white button-up shirt, paired with a plain, deep red tie. interesting choice, but it doesn’t look bad.

you wonder if this newcomer intentionally matched his tie color to the shade of the roses on set. for his sake, you pray he’s not actually that tacky.

“kuroo,” daichi acknowledges stiffly, the two men shooting lasers out of their eyes at each other.

“i knew you were up to no good,” kuroo comments suspiciously, eyeing atsumu up and down while he’s at it. “i’ll bet you just wanted to come and see what the bachelorette looks like — maybe even get a head-start in charming her.”

“that was not my intention,” daichi refutes, crossing his arms.

“and how are we supposed to know what your intentions were?” atsumu jabs.

“yep yep,” kuroo nods, putting his hands on his waist. “i guess it wouldn’t even matter if sawamura tried to get a head start, not like he knows how to talk to wo—”

he turns to gesture at you, and kuroo’s eyes widen, as if just realizing that he’s been in your presence this whole time. he swallows thickly, and you raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“not like he knows how to, uh,” kuroo clears his throat, trying not to stutter. “uh, speak — talk, interact, if you will. with, uh, you know,”

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to stare at you. well, despite the absurdity of the situation, at least he’s living proof of how good you look.

“is there money on the ceiling or somethin’?” atsumu sneers at kuroo’s sudden inability to function.

“yeah kuroo,” daichi laughs triumphantly. “cat got your tongue?”

“so, sweetheart,” atsumu begins, turning his attention to you once again. “as i was saying—”

god, you really are just standing in a room full of pick-mes.

“hey, where did everyone go?”

a new voice catches the attention of all of you, and from the corner of your eye, you can see daichi and atsumu stiffen, as if to say, ‘the real threat is here.’

and once you crane your neck to see who it is, everything makes sense immediately. it’s iwaizumi hajime.

even with his makeup not fully done, his shirt not fully buttoned, and his sleeves not fully cuffed, he just looks so effortlessly... cool. and that’s ignoring the fact that his biceps are being molded perfectly by those cotton sleeves, the veins on his tan, upper arms peaking through from underneath, the sight of his sharp, sharp jawline when he pulls the necktie from over his head.

“what are you all doing here?” he asks, walking up to your group.

iwaizumi runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, and catches your eye. with a small, casual smile, he adds, “uh, hi.”

“hi,” you grin back, frankly just thankful that his entrance was enough to shut the other man-children up for a few seconds.

but unfortunately, this forbidden interaction between you two is all it took for the others to snap back to their senses.

“did you know i’m 6′2?” atsumu blurts out of nowhere.

“I’M 6′3,” kuroo says with a strange sense of urgency.

“i can cook,” daichi offers quickly, though he seems to suddenly regret taking part in these shenanigans once the words leave his mouth.

“damn,” the other two mutter under their breaths.

“yeah, well, height isn’t everything,” iwaizumi scoffs, possibly feeling just a tad threatened by the two bastards holding their heights over him — literally.

“that’s what short dudes say,” atsumu snickers while kuroo howls.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” iwaizumi roars, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows now.

“YOU HEARD ME,” atsumu fires back, the two practically pressing their foreheads together, neck and neck.

there is way too much testosterone in one room.

for a second, you genuinely think a fight is going to break out — aren’t they all supposed to be actors?

“what the hell is going on here?” a voice asks coldly from behind you. you can physically feel the shadow looming over all five of your bodies, making you feel so... small.

you whip around immediately, eyes lighting up once you see who it is.

“omi-kun?” atsumu gasps in surprise. “w-what’re you doing here? are you going to be on the bachelorette too?”

“what?” sakusa growls impatiently. his eyes flicker from atsumu’s to yours, then back to atsumu. “the bachelorette? this is my fucking girlfriend.”

the jaws of all four men drop simultaneously as you fail to hold in your laugh (you can hear the directors and staff burst out laughing too, in the background). iwaizumi looks slightly relieved when you slink your fingers through the gaps between sakusa’s, but kuroo and atsumu look like their hopes and dreams have been shattered. daichi looks like he’s praying.

“maybe if you guys had learned how to not cut a woman off when she’s speaking, you would’ve heard me say that i’m not the bachelorette,” you chuckle as atsumu picks his tears off the floor. “omi and i have a date tonight — i just work here.”

“yeah, i was wondering why she was late,” sakusa states, biting the last word in particular as he shoots a look at his teammate. “don’t tell me she was babysitting.”

“n-no, never!” atsumu laughs nervously, trying hard to ignore his humiliation. “aren’t you guys going to be late? hurry up and go! go enjoy your date!”

the blond is practically shoving you and sakusa towards the exit of the studio now, and your boyfriend merely rolls his eyes before gently putting a hand around your waist to escort you out (you think you hear atsumu’s heart shattering). as sakusa opens the door for you, you can still catch the sounds of four — maybe three, since iwaizumi would appear to be better than that — grown men bickering in the distance.

“look what you did,” kuroo’s voice rings disapprovingly, most likely towards daichi. “you should’ve just stayed inside and followed the rules, and none of this would’ve happened.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

[jamespotterthefirst]

Apologize (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 900 Warning: some language

Summary: Years later, Ethan apologizes for making her cry on her first day as an intern.

A/N: No proofreading. We die like men.

“I'm proud of you,” Lilac declares, face alight with the most charming smile he has ever seen. Her hands rest at either side of his face, thumbs tracing the edge of his jaw, their noses only centimeters apart. 

Ethan is almost too distracted by the constellation of pretty freckles on her nose, even if he's marveled at them for years. As the words catch up, he pulls back to give her a puzzled look. 

“Proud?” 

“Yes,” she laughs. “You bit your tongue when the interns started asking questions today.”

Ethan winces reflexively. “Quite literally, as a matter of fact.”

Lilac laughs fully now, the melody of it filling her office. God, he loves that sound. Even more he loves being the one inspiring it so easily. 

“Well, for what it's worth, I'd deem today's first day a success,” she declares brightly. 

A dry laugh escapes him. As far as Ethan is concerned, every first day with a new batch of interns is not unlike descending into the ninth circle of hell. 

“And how are we quantifying said success?”

“No one died—” 

“An exceptionally low bar,” Ethan interrupts. 

“—No one quit. No one threw up. And you didn't make anyone cry.”

Ethan goes very still at the last one, his heart taking a nasty dive. 

Lilac notices, head tilting to a side as a pensive little dent forms between her brows. If his guilt-stricken expression is not enough to tell her something is amiss, then the way his shoulders pinch with tension, firm as boulders, definitely do the trick. 

“You still have all year to accomplish that endeavor,” she informs him with uncertainty, watching his expression with those clever, assessing eyes. “You know someone is bound to fuck up so spectacularly that—” 

“I did that to you,” he blurts, the molten, sickening guilt swirling in his stomach pushing the words out before he can stop them. “On your first day.”

She stills in his arms, all humor dissipating from her delicate features. When she seems to remember words, she says, “How did you—?” 

She stops, the words catching at her throat. “I thought no one knew about that.”

Her voice sounds small, embarrassed, haunted by the memory of that day. This time, it is Lilac who tenses under his touch. 

Ethan swallows, the guilt knife sharp by now, threatening to buckle his knees. 

“Lilac, I'm so—” 

“You don't have to—” 

Ethan shakes his head, impassioned. “I do.”

He had to offer her this, like he should have done so years ago, ever since he caught wind of the rumors. The specter of the man he used to be, callous and unrelenting, haunts him as an echo of his own words reaches him through the years. 

You need to have a long, hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. 

“I'm sorry, Lilac. I was an arrant jackass for shouting at you that day. For making you question your ability, your talent, and your rightfully earned place at Edenbrook. And I am an even worse asshole for not apologizing to you before today.”

Lilac watches him in silence. Long lashes frame bright green eyes—eyes that roam every inch of his face as tenderly as a caress. They give him the courage to continue. Just like they always had. 

“My biggest regret in life is that I made you cry. Multiple times.”

The tendons of her graceful neck strain as she swallows, her face breaking into a sad but appreciative smile. Then, she brings his hand, rough and calloused, to her lips. Very tenderly, she kisses each of his knuckles, making his very heartbeat stutter. 

“It wasn't just you that day,” she tells him quietly. “I was already feeling overwhelmed by what happened with my patient. Plus, the stress of the first day and the fact that I kept getting lost didn't help matters.”

She stops, exhaling sharply. Ethan instinctively wraps his arms around her in quiet comfort, much like he should have done that day.

“I still could've been a much better teacher,” her murmurs into her hair right before kissing her forehead. 

Lilac gives him a loving smile, one shining bright and powerful with unguarded pride. “You are now.”

He thinks back to that very morning and the way his own pride made him feel weightless as he watched her. Lilac, slipping into her new role as attending, leading Edenbrook's new cohort with patience, kindness, and fairness. Ethan had silently noted how she made them feel at ease, and how, as a result, it catalyzed their admiration and determination to be better for her. 

“I learned from the best.”

His wife smiles briefly before fixing him with a serious look. 

“No more feeling guilty about the past, okay?” She punctuates that declaration with a small kiss on his cheek. “Plus, I met Sienna because you yelled at me, so I can't begrudge you too much.”

Ethan laughs and  leans down to press his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Her hands descend down his chest, leaving a blazing trail in their wake, making his pulse roar at his ears. Unabashedly, he pulls her close, his body lamenting every centimeter of space between them. The moment ends with her little hum against his lips, sweet as honey and doing nothing for his ever-growing predicament. 

“I also got comforted by Bryce, so it wasn't a bad day overall.”

Ethan shoots her a dry, unamused stare. “If we're going to discuss your poor taste in men before me, love, we'll be here all evening.”

Another lilting laugh before she kisses him again. 

Author’s Note: I picture this years into the future (since MC is now an attending/fellow). As a result, Bryce is married at this point. There’s your serving of unnecessary info you didn’t ask for lol

 Thank you @aestheticartsx​ for this line:

“My biggest regret in life is that I made you cry. Multiple times.”

Thank you anon for the idea.

And thank you if you made it this far! 

P.S. OH3 next month! How are we doing?

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[nicolechu]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ NICOLE CHU ], a [ FORTY THREE ] year-old [ CIS FEMALE ] has lived in [ QUEENS ] for [ TWENTY FIVE YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ THEATRE DIRECTOR ].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ SANDRA OH ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

SPEED ROUND.

full name: nicole (니콜) vero-chu

nicknames: nic, nikki, cole, collie

birthday: january 26th

astrological sign: aquarius

STORY SO FAR.

Nicole Chu was born and raised in Lincoln, Nebraska and was the daughter of two high school educators -- algebra and history, respectively. While Nicole was always a successful child academically (as if there was much of a choice), she found her passion to be more in the direction of the arts. 

She loved to be the center of attention, drawing the eyes of a room to herself and commanding the space. First she thought that passion would lead her to the stage -- she took the lead in every school play that the town had to offer and even had her mother driving her back and forth to community theatres in a three county radius as well.

While her parents pushed her to study tech, Nicole ended up with a scholarship to the Yale School of Drama. While she had every intention of being an actress, her freshman year at the school was discouraging and she quickly got the impression that she was the little fish in a big pond. However, it was in a directing class her sophomore year that Nicole discovered where she really shined. She liked to be the leader, in charge of the vision of the production and the creative control. She’d always liked to have things ‘just so’, and her eye for detail worked greatly in her favor.

Degree and a portfolio of connections in hand, Nicole made her way to New York after graduation and hit the ground running taking any backstage work she could find. 

In her late twenties, Nicole found herself directing an Off Off Broadway prodution of Jennifers Body: The Musical. It quickly became an undeground cult classic, the buzz enough to get it promoted to an actual Broadway theatre. The mix of gore, humor, and catchy songs look the New York theatre scene by storm, and Nicole became the youngest Tony winner for ‘Best Direction of a Musical’ by total upset at the age of twenty-eight. 

After that came some hit revivals, a Broadway production of Disney’s Lilo and Stitch that garnered her her second Tony nomination and, most recently, a disasterous production of Avatar: The Musical -- brought down shortly after previews by a wildly massive budget, extensive runtime, and chaotic stunt disasters.

Along with the hit to her professional reputation, it also had an effect on her marriage to her long time love Rue Vero. The two divorced while the show was in workshops, and it’s widely rumored that the show tanked because Nicole’s focus was pulled.

Now, Nicole is in search of her next inspiration or project, looking to gain back credibility to her theatrical name.

PERSONALITY.

- inspirational, ingenius, resourceful

- blunt, sarcastic, bossy

BITS n BATS.

- owns two cats named carol channing and ethel merman

- rides a yellow bike

- has a sharp memory -- is always off book before the show is even finalized casting

- keeps firing personal assistants because she can do it

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

- rue vero @ruevero​ -- ex wife, trying to figure shit out

- angel rojas @angelsrojas​ -- found family, like the brother she never asked for

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

-- friends! she’s been in the city for so long and i imagine her having a huge found family. (or maybe friends who picked sides in the divorce?)

-- hook ups! babes probably been hoeing just a little since the divorce/career crisis so being in charge in the bedroom has probably helped her work out some stress idk

-- theatre community! the theatre world is small and all about who you know! give me people who have acted in her productions in the past or want to in the future! people who want to collaborate with her or dish with her about stage drama!

nicole is a brand new little ball of clay so if you wanna help me mold her just hit me up!

bendela#8730

[dustward]

Continuing where I left off...the both Earthbound and Yume Nikki-inspired indie rpg with a mix of enjoyable combat and a protagonist coasting through a world, plagued by the memory of his dear sister.

But enough about Lisa. Just kidding, this is where I point out my issues here did in fact have an answer, previously tackled by the Lisa series! All the heaviest psychological dreamscaping for that series was self contained in a prologue game of sorts, Lisa the first. Though I do think if Omori had done this, such a game would’ve been best served as an interquel between a supposed Omori-specific game and a Sunny-specific sequel. Omori’s adventure itself slowly devolves into the Yume Nikki structure in a way that I feel would have segued into Black Space and then the “Sunny’s Fears” moments perfectly. Alas, this is just musing of what could’ve been at this point.

The most me-issue of these posts comes up here - I did not find the game funny. Charming? Yes. Sadly most of the humor bounced off me, partially because of how heavy or otherwise distracting all the story beats became, and partially because it simply was not for me, which is weird because I figured a game like this would have met those needs easily. The most it got from me were chuckles like the Metal Gear Solid ladder reference. The one Actually Laughing moment came from intentionally fucking up the baking section of Sweetheart’s castle and killing the chef as a result. Maybe I just needed to not follow the game’s formula more? It’s too late to know now.

I bring up this issue in relation to Lisa because both games were psychological traumas filled with sudden scares and bloodied messes. Serious moments took place constantly in both games that needed full attention, and yet with Lisa I was able to enjoy the flow without ever thinking about it. What it did instead was a lot of dark (if sometimes crude) humor. Most of the time it got me laughing or at least thinking “oh my god why” in a way that broke the tension or otherwise got my mind off the fact the protagonist jus--wait I’m not here to spoil that game.

I guess another gripe I should get into is that while I said I enjoyed exploring Headspace, Sweetheart’s castle was definitely the low point. I think by then I was pretty mentally done with the sprout moles, but the game found them far more charming than I had. The Maximus fights went on for one too many. Two was enough. The garden felt unnecessary and I groaned when I realized we were not done with this part of the game.

On the other hand, I loved the Deepwell section. I’m a sucker for water-themed environments I guess, but both Last Resort and the venture to Humphrey, heck even including the Humphrey portion - that was all great and the part where Omori shined its brightest. Felt like the perfect blend of everything the game wanted to be, and I wish we could’ve reached that point sooner.

I can’t think of a better place to insert these misc. gripes so I’ll just mention how the quality of the flavor texts felt lacking at times and how there were moments where I’d want to explore but accidentally progressed and missed out on bits, like in the Lost Library. A stupid me-issue here but I wish the Slime girls didn’t get overshadowed by Humphrey. Any moments in Faraway that were required but didn’t further the main story with the central characters felt like filler. The final photo album constantly prompting you to place photos into it one by one instead of all at once at the end felt unnecessarily interruptive. Did I mention the juxtaposition issues? Anyways,

One last factor of the game that didn’t sit well with me, and might play into my mixed feelings is that I did not like Sunny/Omori. They felt like an emotionless blank slate, and that was acceptable and clearly the intention. However, when they were shown to have motivations and options I did not understand why they were what they were. Omori *hated* Basil, but I did not understand why. (I’m left to assume Sunny partly did too with how he beat the hell out of him towards the ending)

In the real world, at every turn, the only options Sunny allowed seemed so contradictory. Why would he leave the house for Kel of all people? Because of his overbearing personality? “Oh, Aubrey’s in the church, I’d like to wait outside. Kel seems to think so, too.” “Oh I cannot progress this plot unless I barge in, this is Sunny deciding such...? Why?” “Oh, we’re just gonna see Basil in a completely distressed and beyond cry for help state and walk away, despite him literally asking us not to? Really, Sunny?” “We’re gonna leave Aubrey in a guilt ridden state for accidentally pushing Basil into the water? Because Kel said to or because you felt that way, Sunny?” The flavor text or otherwise smaller details did not cover even an ounce of these questions. This is the one time I bring up Undertale/Deltarune, because its silent protagonists felt like clearly defined characters despite having these similar restrictions. Or at least, there were enough details to interpret and guesstimate their actions.

The one thing I knew and understood about their character was how much they missed their sister, Mari. She’s around every corner in both Headspace and the real world. A constant presence, sometimes of warmth and sometimes of dread. If it were up to me, I’d never forgive Sunny for what he did to her. Her theme, “By Your Side” is easily the most memorable track of the game and everything about Mari, I feel was handled explicitly well. If the gameplay’s the main draw for ever bringing me back to the game, the promise of seeing Mari again is the next biggest draw following it.

I feel I’ve said all I need to say about what bothered me most, so I’d like to end off on listing my favorite moments the game offered. The moments that, despite these issues, I’m glad to have witnessed. I realize I tend to have an all in personality with loving or hating something, but Omori managed to prevent me from leaning too far into the “I hate this” side, and it’s thanks to the following:

The journey through Deep Well, scenery music and all, the realization your “friends” were forgetting Basil, and that when I checked the sidequests with Mari saw his quest replaced. Feeling like I was going to places I had no business being in, and then moving on to Black Space and having that truly authentic Yume Nikki experience - Moreso a collection of moments here, but a highlight nonetheless. And yes, I did revisit Basil’s house periodically and watered the flowers. Glad to know at least that action was not pointless.

I did not think much of Hero for the longest time until I realized that’s because he wasn’t really “there” until well past the halfway point. The interactions with him in Sunny’s house are about the only time we’re allowed to see him for who he was, and that somehow managed to be enough, despite the briefness of it.

I hated being drawn into a fight with Aubrey, feeling tricked into using the knife on her, barging into the church when I would’ve waited patiently outside. But after seeing her so filled with anger in the park, only to see that peaceful expression on her face in the church - that cemented my love for her. That was the moment I understood who she was, what she went through, and that no matter what happened going forward she was going to be okay. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to console her, though. From the perspective of Sunny it’s definitely bittersweet seeing friends grow away from you and yet thriving all the same, but from my perspective it showed that despite her own understandable frustration in being forced to find her own happiness and closure, she sure as hell found it.

The Omori fight itself was a fitting final battle, despite the fact it plays into my issues of how this fight is isolated from the rest of the game mechanically. If things changed at all depending on how much you did in Headspace, that would definitely change my opinion, but I have a limited scope here with my one playthrough.

Fully appreciated the flashbacks to the moments with a living Mari and the few, genuine periods of happiness you know Sunny experienced.

The one thread, the one connection between Omori and Sunny’s worlds, the only moment that felt like it brought the entire game together, that was the picnic with Mari in the cemetery. That moment, like most others, felt undermined by the final reveal, which is another reason why it’s hard to accept that ending as the truth. You’ll forgive me if I choose to deny that final reveal in the same way Sunny denied parts of his own reality for the longest time. Oh, the irony.

[girlobsessed21]

Thoughts on The 100 7x01

Before I get into the episode, I felt the absence of Bellamy and Octavia, they are my favorites and a very core part of this show. I was worried about the lack of Bellamy in all the promotional material, but Jason explained in an article that he needed some time off and they gave that to him, but he still plays a vital role and we will see him again.  At the end of the day, we don’t know what happened, but the mystery around his disappearance into anomaly is quite intriguing.

For now, I’m holding out hope that he will return to my screen in full force, until proven wrong I’m going to be positive. Despite that, I enjoyed it. It wasn’t my favorite first episode, still a strong start spreading optimism for the rest of the season. Lots of surprises that made it worthwhile.

The anomaly colony

Hope wakes up with memory loss while Gabriel examines her tattoos. She runs away and finds a note to herself that says, ‘Trust Bellamy’. Bellamy, not Octavia, who she clearly knows, which seems like Hope wasn’t aware she would find Octavia in Sanctum.

Now, why would Hope want to trust Bellamy and stab Octavia? Perhaps she needed his help finding her in return for Diyoza? This seems like a logical conclusion given that ‘He’ has her mother. The Blakes certainly hold some key to the anomaly, everything points me in that direction.

I can’t say all that much about Hope, due to the amnesia she has no personality yet, but it’s clear she’s smart and capable.

Gabriel being an anomaly-dork. Gosh, I love him too bits. The acting in the scene where they try to figure out what happened to Octavia and Bellamy is a little cringy, but I turned a blind eye and focused on the dialogue.

I’m getting to the good stuff…

Roan coming back to haunt Echo is probably my favorite part of the episode, I’ve missed the king so damn much. He asks her who she is without Bellamy or her queen. I’m so glad they’re delving into the subject. If you read my previous blogs, you’ll know I asked this question many times. She’s such a bad ass spy, she needs a purpose and story apart from him. Nonetheless, I like Echo and I would love to see her gain some of her own identity and build her own life. Being distanced by time and space could really do that for her. Scroll down for the shipping part of this story…

The more important thing is that there are people who control the anomaly and know exactly who they are. Like Echo predicted because of the bad shots they were sent to capture and not kill them except for Hope. I assume it’s because she knows how the anomaly works. Who are they and what do they want? My guess, Bellamy and Octavia. Perhaps Clarke as well?

Loved the three of them entering together because a few second difference could mean months. That means Diyoza and Octavia could have been months, maybe even years, apart.

Rising from and burning to ashes in one afternoon

This new beautiful house with the dysfunctional family and Madi with Picasso is certainly heart-warming in a show that continues to push the bounds of darkness. How great is that little picnic in the yard? Now I’m curious, they drink to Abby, but have they forgotten Kane?

Also, good to see Raven and Clarke on better terms. They really spoiled her character in season 6 but it seems like she’s back on par. It’s clear that good things happen when they’re working towards the same goal, as family. That dynamic has been broken since season 2 and if there’s one lesson that can be learned from season 1 it’s that they’re outstanding on the same team. 

At first, I wondered why they weren’t questioning Octavia, Bellamy and Echo’s absence but then I realized they probably saved them a room like they did for Jordan and assumed they were exploring the anomaly. It’s still the same day as 6x13 since they were having lunch. Episode 6x13 ended at dawn and 7x01 starts at lunchtime.

I know Murphy did a lot of obscure things in season 6 but he’s not to blame for Abby’s death. Emori’s right, Russel killed her.

Why did Clarke choose the master suite, though? It seems a little out of character for her to do something so selfish.

On to other things, I must point out Indra’s line: “Someone needs to speak for the commander and I’m hungry.” She’s magnificent, hard and sharp, as always. Pair that with Miller being a dutiful, abiding shoulder and you have greatness.

Raven makes a comment about mothers and daughters and Clarke says she’s fine. Later, Madi also asks her to open up about it, and she still claims to be fine. When I heard this the first time, I was instantly worried because they heap one set of PTSD on top of the other and never deal with it. The woman just lost her mother, how the hell can she be fine. The answer: She can’t.

And I’m really glad they expanded on that to show how utterly necessary it is to deal with your grief and trauma. Sure, Clarke is a powerhouse of a woman, but she’s human and clearly hurt, she can’t compartmentalize and continue on like nothing has happened – I hope she finds a way to actually deal with it instead of following in Jasper’s footsteps. She was already suicidal, give the damn woman a break.

Is civility an ability?

Faith is a powerful and dangerous thing. Interesting topic. While I don’t completely believe that faith is dangerous, when it comes to the point of blindly following charlatan’s into harms way, yes it becomes dangerous. My biggest thoughts on this narrative is whether peace can indeed exist in a world where different factions exist with various beliefs and opinions. I’d like to quote John Lennon:

Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

Keyword being ‘Imagine’, this song is written about an unattainable Utopia which is still a reality several hundred years into the future.

“Too many people”

“Good thing ALIE’s not around.”

The humor is all around outstanding this episode even Clarke cracks a joke.

We’re introduced to a few new characters and not much too say about them since we didn’t see much of them. I like Nelson, he is firm in his stance, logical and pragmatic. Trey is just annoying with his faith in the divinity of the primes. The only thing I got from Nikki is that she’s compulsive and lethal while Hatch has this Southern charm and charisma. He reminds me of Sawyer from Lost.

Next, Jordan goes to check on Russel. I appreciate the way they build around the morality we saw withing Russel at the beginning of season 6. JR Bourne is a fantastic actor with the depth he plays into the grief and guilt of losing his family.

Also, the softness of Monty and Harper still shining through Jordan. I’m glad he’s not adjusted and simply trying to keep the peace. Not sure if that’ll change. Curious to know why they saw the anomaly in their visions…

I just need to add that Murphy sitting at a bar is perfect!! Another amazing episode for him and Emori. He questions himself with his own varied degrees of morality while Emori continues to grow by reading Kay Lee Prime’s journal. I guess the believers must be blind to continue following their orders, but hey, props to Raven for exploiting the opportunity and Murphy and Emori did an entertaining job with it. Emori has come such a long way and the ‘We are one’ line felt personal in the sense that she had also established herself as part of the family.

Losing my religion

Can you truly lose your religion? What is a fleimkeepa without a flame, what is Sanctum without the primes and what is Echo without Bellamy? Sometimes faith is stronger than truth. Bad thing, no! Because what is the truth really? Interesting subject to explore but I don’t have an answer on this. I’d rather focus on the fact that I’m glad we’ll get to explore these characters on new paths.

Clarke’s composure vanishes. Boy oh boy, Eliza’s acting. When you compare s6 and 7 to s1, it just shows you the value of experience. The way that switch flipped when Russel handed her Abby’s clothes and wedding band. I looked at the fighting and her explosive rage in detail and I cannot help but compliment her on that perfect portrayal of the result of passive aggression.

Now, I don’t understand how Sheidheda uploaded himself into Russel’s mind drive when it was made clear that two consciousness cannot exist in the same mind.  When Clarke killed Josephine in the mind-space, she came back to life within seconds. Will this be another Clarke/Josephine battle and are the other commanders still subdued?

If he is going to be one of the main villains of the season, I would like to get under his skin. I’m not interested in a one-dimensional pure evil villain. I’m hoping JR Bourne will make something remarkable of him.

Shipwreck

There’s a friendship blooming between Clarke and Gaia and I’m all for it. Could they be setting them up romantically? It’s a possibility and I’d take it as a consolation prize for Bellarke if it’s well-built. Focus on the well-built. If Clarke finds out that Bellamy is missing and goes through hell and beyond to save him, I will interpret that as Clarke still loves Bellamy. If they want me to fall in love with Claia, they should make me fall in love with Claia.

Although I’d always prefer Bellarke. From a storytelling or writing viewpoint, all loose ends should be tied with the conclusion. Bellarke is a complete loose shard. If romance is not their destiny, I hope they at least address the topic in full, because it has been building for seven years. If you haven’t read my post on Bellarke, please do so. I explain in the romantic elements of their story in detail.

As for Echo’s vision of Roan. He questions her devotion to Bellamy and says she will even betray the man she now claims to love. I interpreted that as him referring to Mount Weather as well as secrets she’s obviously hidden from Bellamy. For example, her real name.  This could go two ways in my opinion. One, they’re trying to set Echo apart from Bellamy, separating them by time and space to break them up or they are trying to teach her how to be her own person as well as the other half of their relationship.

I’m not quite invested in their relationship, and they would have to rip one bigass hare out of the hat to get my attention. Love their characters individually, but season 6 showed me Bellamy still loves Clarke. If Becho’s relationship was built to last, the writers would have written it that way. When you compare it to Murphy and Emori or Monty and Harper, it’s clearly questionable.

That’s it, let me know if I got something wrong, if you agree or disagree, love to hear your opinions.

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Ashtray

Part 1/?

(There will be either  2 or 3 parts to this)

**Trigger warning like woah!!!** This story deals heavily with self-harm, and later chapters will mention past abuse. Also the expected drug and alcohol usage.

Disclaimer: This is fiction- I am in no way saying any of this actually happened lol.

Summary: They all knew Nikki was a bit self destructive- Hell, they all were to an extent. But none of them know how to handle Nikki just... hurting himself. (No pairings, found family)

~~~~~~~~~~

The first time Nikki hurts himself in front of Tommy, Nikki laughs. Tommy doesn’t.

It’s one of the few nights they’re in the run down apartment alone. Nikki had been wired during practice- all splitting grins and wide eyes and high pitched laughs and barely letting the notes of one song fade out before scrambling at his pile of crumpled notebook paper and chattering “Wait, wait, let’s try this one next! I have an idea, let’s try this, just one more, just one more-”.

When the rest of the band finally put their foot down to end practice for the night, Mick had thrown on his shades and sauntered out, mumbling about getting a drink “away from all the crazy kids”. Vince had run off as well, loudly declaring that he needed some feminine attention after putting up with “hyper bassists all day”.

As the door slammed shut behind them, Nikki seemed to deflate a little. Looking over his shoulder, Tommy could see like neon lights in his eyes that he was waiting for Tommy to leave too.

But the truth was, Tommy didn’t want to leave. He loved Nikki’s energy, his passion, his harebrained schemes that were always made for two. Tommy felt like he had finally found someone who lived at the same pace as him. And he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Looks like it’s you and me against the night then, dude!” Tommy grinned, shaking his head fondly when Nikki lit right back up, beaming and cheering like a little kid, running into the kitchen to grab a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels.

They end up staying in the apartment- drinking and joking and shooting ideas back and forth for what crazy stunts they could pull both on and off stage. Tommy is bouncing in his seat, pulling out a pack of cigarettes as he rambles about some sort of moving drum set.

“It could, like, rise up in the air! And maybe, maybe, I dunno, spin or something?” He inhales deeply, exhaling the smoke through his word, “I dunno, but there’s something there!”

Nikki laughs from his spot sprawled across the armchair next to him, “That’d be gnarly, dude!”

They keep talking, trying to figure out the logistics of Tommy’s flying drum set, but only end up coming up with more and more absurd ideas to add to it. Eventually Tommy reaches the end of his cigarette. He glances around, the room spinning just slightly as he turns his head as if to remind him how much alcohol he’s had. “Where’d that ashtray go? I thought I saw it earlier…”

Nikki snorts, smirking, “No worries, dude, I carry one with me.”

Before Tommy can question what he’s talking about, Nikki plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers, leans his head forward to let his hair fall around his face, and presses the dying embers into the back of his neck.

Tommy sucks in a breath, body going cold and eyes widening in a pain that Nikki is giggling through. It takes a beat, but suddenly Tommy is leaping from his seat on instinct, pressing himself into Nikki’s space, long limbs awkwardly surrounding him and pulling his arm back as his hands flutter uncertainly around his neck.

“What the fuck, what the FUCK dude?” Tommy’s heart is a hummingbird in his chest that only beats faster when Nikki laughs, so carefree, so casual, as he tries to lean away from Tommy’s touch.

“What? Come on man, it’s nothing, what are you freaking out for?”

If he’s honest, Tommy knows that objectively this is not the worst thing Nikki has done. Both of them are constantly getting in trouble, causing damage and raising Hell as a hobby. And sometimes they get hurt in the process, and they’ve never made a big deal out of it before. Besides, they’re both drunk. Everyone does stupid things when they’re drunk, right?

But then Tommy finally manages to push Nikki’s hair aside, and he’s brought face to face with a topographical map of burn scars, small circles overlapping and layering over each other, some long faded, some more recent, with the new burn standing out bright and fresh and sinister, and Oh, Tommy realizes, oh, this isn’t the same at all.

Because harm was always an unfortunate side effect of their mischief. Something they tried to avoid but accepted and laughed about when it came. But seeing this history of hurt on his best friend’s skin is different. This wasn’t Nikki getting hurt by chance. This was Nikki hurting himself this was intentional and Tommy felt like he couldn’t breath.

“Jesus Christ, dude…” Tommy’s voice is breathy, and when Nikki twists out of his grip to turn and face him he looks confused and Tommy hates it.

“What’s the big deal?”

“What’s th- dude!” The drummer waves his hands uselessly, trying to find the words to explain something he feels like shouldn’t need explaining, “The big deal is you shouldn’t do shit like that! It’s- it’s bad for you, you could- what if it like, gets infected or something, or, or… doesn’t it hurt?” It hurts Tommy.

Nikki shrugged, “It’s fine.”

That doesn’t answer any of Tommy’s questions, but it feels like they’re talking different languages. There is a haze of alcohol and a lifetime of differences muddling their words. Tommy suddenly feels so very, very young, and he wishes there was an adult here to help. But he swallows it back, gets up and finds the apartment’s lone box of bandaids, and Nikki lets him place one on his neck and laughs when the drummer rambles about picking up burn cream the next day, but he agrees to use it so Tommy counts it as a win.

And he knows Nikki is just humoring him. Knows that no bandaid can fix this, not when it’s placed over years of scar tissue. But he feels a little better when he settles back onto the couch, like he’s got it under control, and everything will be fine, and he can handle this.

But then Nikki leans back, stretching over the arm of the chair and tips his head back, looking at Tommy upside down, eyes shining and smiling with a grin that was all teeth.

“I just had the best idea for a stage stunt,” he says breathlessly, “Someone should light me on fire.”

And Tommy realizes that he can’t handle this at all.

~

(Later, much later, he’ll wonder if maybe Nikki switched to heroin because cocaine didn’t hurt enough. If maybe half the high was breaking the skin.)

~

The first time Nikki hurts himself in front of Vince, Nikki is shaking. Vince is too.

Motley Crue is starting to take off, they can all feel it. The crowds have been getting bigger at each show, louder, wilder, and a few nights earlier there had even been a line to get in to see them. Them! It’s amazing. It's astounding. It’s exhilarating.

And for Nikki, it’s terrifying.

Vince watches him from their shitty kitchen table, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine even as his gaze stays fixed on the bassist. Nikki is coiled up on the floor in front of the couch, cigarette hanging from his lips and empty beer bottles scattered around him, scribbling wildly in one of his notebooks and muttering under his breath. Tommy had gone to visit his family, and Mick had finally saved enough dough from their gigs to make a doctor’s appointment for a checkup. Vince was still nursing a hangover, and since Nikki seemed to be in a fairly quiet mood, he figured he could handle staying home with him.

He didn’t expect to be so distracted by Nikki working, but here he was. He thinks part of it is that he hasn’t seen Nikki this stressed before. He always seemed so passionate and inspired, words and chords just spilling out of him. But now, he is radiating frustration. Every few minutes he curses and furiously scribbles out whatever he had just written, sometimes tearing the page out completely, throwing it violently to the side before starting over on a new page.

Vince is debating whether throwing his magazine at Nikki’s head would distract him in a good way or an explosively bad way when Nikki lets out a wordless shout of irritation. His hands clench around the pad of paper, as if bracing to tear the whole thing to shreds, but instead he snaps and hurls the notebook against the wall in angry desperation. His whole body is shaking with too much of something and then, before Vince can think of what to say, Nikki curls forward, pressing his forehead into his knees, and presses the end of his lit cigarette roughly into his neck.

“Shit!” Vince doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until he’s halfway across the room. He sees Nikki’s hand twisting the cigarette, pressing harder to burn deeper, and Vince doesn’t even think as he unceremoniously grabbed the bassist’s wrist to pull his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Vince gets the briefest glimpse of years worth of scars before Nikki is leaping to his feet, hair falling like a curtain over old wounds and panicked eyes as he backs away. His body is tense, hands shaking and shoulders hunched, and from the way he blinks in something like surprise, Vince thinks he must have forgotten the singer was even here.

The blonde throws his hands up, because he suddenly feels like he’s cornered a feral cat, and he absently realizes that his own hands are trembling too. The whole situation starts to catch up in his brain and he realizes he is so far out of his depth, it's not even funny. He’s always known the bassist was a bit crazy- but then again, they all were. They all had their own flavor of chaos that they brought to their music and their lives and each other. But this is… different. This doesn’t feel like crazy, Vince realizes. It feels like a wound.

“Um,” He hesitates, because he’s never had a sincere conversation with Nikki. They were friends by now, definitely- they lived together and were in a band together, they sort of had to be friends- but it was mostly a relationship of friendly bickering and property damage. But now, standing in the living room staring at each other, they’re in uncharted territory. “Is your neck okay?” He finally asks, and it feels like a dumb question but fuck, he has no idea what he’s supposed to do here. He sings, and drinks, and fucks. He is so not qualified to deal with this. He trembles a little more. He feels like he’s just going to make this worse.

Nikki grits his teeth, “It’s fine. It’s nothing. It’s fine.” He turns to look at where his notebook lays on the ground, his eyes full of a resigned kind of fear. Like a man staring at his own noose.

Vince feels autopilot kick in. He forces a grin and saunters hesitantly closer to the other man, “You know what you need that’ll make you feel better?”

“Tommy gave me some burn cream…” Nikki mumbles, mostly to himself, eyes not leaving the floor.

Tommy knows?? Vince wants to shriek, but he bites it back, chuckling, and clapping Nikki on the shoulder, internally signing in relief when he allows the contact, “Well, I guess that too. But no! What we need are some long legs and big tits and waaaaay too much skin,” he smirked deviously.

“But I-” Nikki starts to protest, eyes darting between Vince and his own lyrics, but the singer cuts him off.

“Ah ah ah!” He raises a finger to silence him, “Dude, you are mega stressed right now. You’re not gonna get anything done like this. So slap some cream on your neck, and let’s go unwind and clear that head of yours!”

“Are strippers your solution to everything?” Nikki’s mouth twitches towards a smile, and he finally looks Vince in the eye and the blonde grins wider. Hell yeah, screw what Mick says, Vince can totally take care of serious shit when he needs to.

“Hey, if there is a problem that can’t be solved by strippers I haven’t found it yet.” ...He hopes. He really wants this to be a problem that can be solved by strippers.

And maybe it is, he thinks, after Nikki emerges from the restroom after supposedly putting something on the burn on his neck and Vince ushers him out the door. Nikki seems to relax more and more the farther they get from the apartment (from the lyrics that never felt good enough). They laugh and stumble into their favorite club together, even getting a few fans stopping them to compliment the band, and when they sit down to throw money at all the pretty girls, Vince thinks that maybe this is fine. Maybe everything is fine.

But then they head to the bar, and Nikki orders a flaming shot, staring at the fire and even the bartender winces when he presses the hot glass to his lips far too soon.

And Vince realizes that this isn’t fine at all.

~

(“He was so surprised when I tried to stop him,” Tommy admits to him later, when Vince finally manages to corner him without the bassist, “I don’t think he expected me to care.”

“How long has he been doing this?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of scared to ask.”)

~

The first time Nikki hurts himself in front of Mick, Nikki doesn’t care. Mick does.

They’re in the studio early, going back and forth on what sort of riffs to include in a new song Nikki wants to start running through soon. Mick likes the direction they’re going, a small smile on his face as he strums away. The novelty of being a part of a band that was actually good still hadn't worn off. Mick didn't think he'd ever get tired of it. Nikki is pacing slowly in front of him, waving a cigarette like a conductor’s baton as they play through the chorus.

“Hell, yeah, that's fucking rad,” Nikki grins, dropping down onto an open chair and taking a long drag as he made a few notes in his notebook. “What were you thinking for the bridge?”

Mick hums in consideration, “Maybe something like…” He starts playing, and Nikki leans forward to listen attentively, head nodding to the beat even as he casually pressed the end of his cigarette into his neck.

The guitar playing stops abruptly.

Nikki frowned, “Why’d you stop?" He tilted his head curiously. The room is silent as the two musicians stare at each other, the extinguished cigarette hanging loosely from Nikki’s fingers. Mick isn’t sure what he’s waiting for- for Nikki to realize what he’d done, or cry out in delayed pain, or what, but he waits anyway.

“...Mick? You still with me?” The bassist smiles nervously, waving a hand in front of Mick’s face.

Mick lightly smacks his hand away, “I’m fine, but what the Hell was that?”

“What the Hell was what?”

"That!" Mick points forcefully at Nikki’s neck because how the fuck were they not on the same page here? “We do have ashtrays, you know. Or you could at least use the couch or something.”

Nikki reaches up to touch his neck lightly, before smirking, “Now why would I want to damage a perfectly good couch?” The long black hair covering his neck suddenly looks sinister to Mick.

“Then use a fucking ashtray like a regular person!” He doesn’t mean to snap, but the truth is, this caught Mick off guard in a way he was absolutely not prepared for, “Don’t be so dramatic!”

At that, Nikki raises an eyebrow, “You’re the one being dramatic,” he says nonchalantly, “It’s not a big deal.”

And that, Mick realizes with a start, is exactly the problem. Nikki wasn’t being dramatic. It’d make more sense if he was, if it was some moment of passion or emotion. But Nikki was being so casual. So mundane. He honestly didn’t think this was a problem.

When Mick takes a little too long to respond, Nikki rolls his eyes, “Jeez, if it bothers you guys so much I wont do it in front of you.”

“I’d rather you didn’t do it at all,” The guitarist mumbled, turning the implication that Vince and Tommy know about this over in his mind.

Laughing, Nikki shook his head fondly, “Play the bridge again. I liked what you had so far.”

And maybe that’s it, Mick thinks. Maybe now that, from what he can tell, all of them have disapproved, Nikki won’t do it again. Maybe it’ll be that simple.

But then, when their sessions ends, Nikki twirls a cigarette between his fingers and eyes his band mates before grinning and rattling off a half-hearted excuse about taking a piss. He lights up just as the door closes behind him, three sets of eyes frozen on the spot where he's been.

And Mick realizes that this wont be simple at all.

~

(“We don’t know what to do,” Tommy looks at Mick with wide, lost eyes. Vince stands next to him, arms crossed, eyes darting around in frustration and worry.

Mick shakes his head, “Fucking kids.” He mutters and grumbles and huffs, trying to hide the fact that he doesn’t know what to do either.)

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It is not easy to adapt an iconic work of literature, let alone make an interpretation of it that stands out and feels fresh from the legions of others that exist. The story covers everything from charming bonkers to quietly moving scenes and from a variety of perspectives and perspectives.

Take Charles Dickens's landmark David Copperfield, from funny, heartwarming eccentric to funny and heartwarming Eccentric is an irresistible concoction. If you have been involved in the development of one of the most successful adaptations of a classic literary work of recent times, then you know better than ever that you doubt the talent of Armando Iannucci.

The personal story of David Copperfield gives viewers an insight into the life of one of Charles Dickens's most beloved characters. The story is very well established, as the boy David, played by Dev Patel in adulthood, grows into a man and undergoes a journey full of strokes and strokes of fate, meeting some remarkable people along the way. In the first half of the film we meet him for the first time when he and his wife Mary bring their young son David back to his parents "home in London.

Born Clara Morfydd Clark in Rookery, young Copperfield lives with his mother Mary and father John Clark in a small cottage in the woods.

Based on the acclaimed novel by Charles Dickens, "The Personal History of David Copperfield" follows the life of one of the most famous and influential British artists and writers of the late 19th century.

For those who do not know the story of David Copperfield, it is a story of wit and intelligence that has helped him get through the difficult tragedies of life. The film's undeniable triumph clearly stems from Charles Dickens's ability to make his entertaining and accessible film accessible to all ages without the decades of forced study that might have made some people writers. This film about the life of a man consists of his younger years, which explore the whims and adventures of his childhood and simultaneously trace his later years.

Copperfield feels lost in the book and drowns in an abundance of characters and settings, but Iannucci lets the supporting actors play to their strengths, and here the film really excels, proving why he has chosen an adaptation. The book is about the magnitude that plays into the conflict of the setting, and I think it's a really tough book that needs to be adapted. He can work in elevated characters who perform so well and is more than capable of carrying the limelight as an individual. That's when this film excelled the most; Copperfield's life as a man and his relationship with his wife and children are where he really excels and prove why I chose this film as one of his first films.

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