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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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my baby, my baby

brought to u by me watching IW for the millionth time

Summary: You ask Steve for one thing before the fight against Thanos (IW), but for the first time in however long he denies you of fulfilling this wish.

Warnings: language?

Pairing: Nomad, Bf!Steve x thanos daughter!reader

He was manning the quinjet, not all the way true. Sam was flying the jet to Wakanda, Steve slumped in his seat beside Sam, in deep thought. His chin is set into his palm, his arm sitting up on the armrest, and his palm covering half of his mouth. Looking further down his leg was jittering steadily.

What would happen next was a pretty big deal, none of you on the jet knew what could go wrong. So obviously tensions were at an all time high in this cooped up jet.

You rise up from your seat between Wanda and Nat. Walking yourself behind Steve’s chair. Your pointer finger taps his embellished shoulder, separating him from his apprehensive thoughts. He looks up at you and the creases that were once prominent in his forehead evaporated.

You don’t utter anything, only nudging your head behind you.

Follow me to the back.

Is what’s reciprocated when he too gets up from his seat, letting Sam know he’ll be up front in a second. Once you turn, he follows you down the small aisle to the side “room” away from all the prying ears.

Finally.

You step into the room first. You weren't going to lie, your heart was beating with so much force and it only grew as he walked past you into the room. You close the door behind you, turning, so you're facing Steve's attentive figure.

You only smile at him to some extent, prompted to show there were no ill intentions to asking him back here. When you see how nervous he looks, as you take his hand seating the both of you to a bench against the wall.

Your knees tenderly touch. He clears his throat coercing you to go on, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You alright doll?” he asks you, in a gentle manner. Taking the already linked palms shifting it from your lap to his. His other hand blanketing your combined hands.

“I’m okay. Are you?” you ask the question hesitantly, raising your spare hand to move aside the hair that fell over and veiled his eyes. You desperately wanted to make sure you got a good look at his face. You loved his face.

His cheeks go plump in a charming smile, and his hand squeezes yours back.

His hair was long. Longer than you would’ve ever imagined Steve would let it be. Either way you loved every inch of the gold locks. Yet, everytime you told him how much you loved it, despite his insecurity and slight annoyance with it. He'd always fall into a rampage down memory lane. Telling you how his late mother would've hounded him about the upkeep of his hair.

You adored that about him too. Loved, that he loved so hard and so full. He’d never forget the ones he loved no matter what.

“I’m swell, you don’t need to worry about me” he tells you.

You didn’t believe him one bit and you weren’t going to push him about it. You knew how he was...stubborn as ever. But, it was also ,by and large, your job to worry about him–– after loving him of course. Contrary to what he would say (Which was vice-versa.)

“We’re gonna be okay...okay? But I have something to ask you. And you can’t get mad.”

“I’m not promising that, but we won’t shout. We’ll talk it out–– whatever it is”

It was the best you were going to get from him and time was closing in on you guys being able to be like this, anway.

“I know how you are, but this is a really critical thing we're fighting for here. So, unless I'm in some type of grave danger. I don’t want you worrying about me on the field. No matter what...Make sure he doesn’t get that stone.” Your voice lets you down towards the end, starting to get scratchy and low.

He stands up in no time. His hands going to his belt, then to his hips, he finally raises one hand to run against his beard.

His facial hair, another thing in the endless things you loved about Steve Rogers.

When the stubble he usually shaves away kept growing into a full beard, it surprised you both. You in a hot kind of way, he became more adoring by day when decided to stop shaving.

You walked in on him one day. He was facing the scratched up mirror in a bathroom in a dingy hotel room. Running his fingers against his face, the other clutching onto the edge of the counter. Tilting his head back and to, eyes shifting as he looked over his face. It was another part of the effect of the serum he didn’t expect would happen.

Telling you a story as he wandered down memory lane again. How he had problems growing stubble as a sickly kid–– so behind on puberty. He even watched Bucky grow his first “stache” at sixteen, but that came to an abrupt stop when Bucky’s mother made him shave it off.

Steve thought It was weird to think that he could now also.

You were still sitting on the bench. Swiveling your body so you were facing your boyfriend, looking up at his fidgeting build with care.

Feeling like a child waiting for their parents to dispute whatever impending punishment they would grant.

“Why would you ask me that?” he finally, finally disrupts his silence. Scoffing at the offensive question.

He doesn’t look at you with anything negative, only confusion.

“Because. I don’t want you jumping in front of whatever it is in front of me...I know him, he’s my dad. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, even if it means I die.”

When Steve told you that it was actually Bruce calling and told you what he said. He looked at you baffled when the shirt you were about to put on dropped from your grasp.

Once you told him you had knowledge of Thanos and how you knew him, there was a pregnant silence in the air.

If anything it filled the rage towards Thanos in Steve even more, by the time you finished.

“Are you listening to yourself?” he questions you in disbelief, lips stuck in a sneer.

“Please. Just please, angel.” you maintain.

You don’t answer either of his questions and he truly hates that. He stays silent for a bit watching your seated figure, looking up at him with the saddest eyes you’ve ever given him. His puzzled eyes shift down to your bobbing leg and your hands wringing together with so much speed and anguish.

He could probably throw up right now.

And when he shifts his eyes up again, you keep that same look on your face waiting for him to say anything.

He sighs dejectedly, dropping his hands to his side, and walking himself back over to you. He sits closer to you than before. Extending a gloved hand to caress your cheek before fixing the flyaways from your sleek ponytail.

“I can’t. You’ll always be my priority, and I won’t promise something like that sweetheart” he tells you this languidly. His thumb starts to rub circles against your cheekbone, to calm you down, when he catches the way your eyes widen at his admission.

“Steve!” your voice breaks. So shocked, you can’t hold back the tears that build up and fall slowly over your face.

You couldn’t believe this. He’s supposed to love you. Time and time again he’d always remind you how much he loves you and how he’d do anything for you–– too hard to say no to you, his words. Thinking this over you pull your face away from his hold, looking down at your taut hands. This wasn’t a silly death wish. You had to make sure your father didn’t get what he desired, no matter what.

He hates having to watch you cry, but he doesn’t have much of a choice now. He needs to stand his ground, there was no way he would be arguing about this. And he does this, grabbing your face with a light hand, so you were face to face again.

"I love you so much. And if I have to choose between letting you die and Thanos losing. Or you living and watching the universe crumble, you know exactly what I'm gonna choose. I'm not losing you, not if I have anything to do with it"

Albeit how dumb it sounded, there is no notable instance in his life where’d let you perish over him.

“You’re not thinking this through” you hiccup.

“It’s you, isn’t it? There’s not much to think about” he smiles at you and as you look at him you can see his eyes glazing over.

His statement only causes you to cry more. You feel nothing but the pain in your heart and the repositioning of your body. It takes you a moment to realize you’re settled on his thighs sideways. His well built arm warmly wraps around your shoulder, your temple rests against his shoulder, and his lips are placing light kisses to the crown of your head.

You incline your head, “I love you too much” you say in an awed whisper, raising a hand to twirl in the strands at the back of his collar. Following that, you let your hand spread across the back of his neck pulling him down for a kiss.

“After this we’re done okay? We have our pardon and are going to buy whatever house you want to get. I’m gonna buy you the prettiest engagement ring money can buy, Gonna get whatever animals you want,” you chuckle at that part.

If there was one thing Steve learned while living incognito with you is that you’d save any animal if you were able to. Always stopping whenever you passed by any animal in need in the drary streets. Looking up at Steve, who’d always have to remind you that neither of you could give it the life it deserves right now. Opting to only go to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever safe animal food in sight.

His hand immediately clutches your face to wipe away the tears that fell without pattern. His smile grows fonder when you do the same. “‘Can paint the house whatever we decide...maybe even get a house big enough to fit the kids we’ll have?” he tells you the last part in such a timid manner, bearing one of his hands to clutch yours. His thumb running over your knuckles at full tilt.

The only thing you were able to give him was a stunned look. So shocked you were unable to react like a normal person.

You squeeze his hand tight only being able to stutter a “really?”

“Of course. I want to have a bunch of small Rogers with you, wreaking havoc around our house” he admits this to you, carrying out such strong eye contact. If his hand didn’t slither down your back, supporting you up and grounding you, you’d jump in glee.

Fuck. Neither of you had talked about this, but you were glad that you both were on the same page about his. You felt terrified but in a good way, wanting to wholly get this over with and start this dream life with Steve.

“And this is all gonna happen, because everything is going to go well. We’re gonna win, I don’t want you thinking like that or asking me something like that ever again. Thanos will never be on our list of priorities ever again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t wait to start that life with you” you respond, winding your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his with force.

He pulls away without notice to place hasty kisses to your cheek, loving the giggles you emitted. Even so, the energy in the room shifts too soon when Sam knocks on the door. Steve allows him entrance.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’re about to land Cap”

Steve responds by nodding his head once, stiffly. Letting him know he’d be out in a second.

You get off of his thighs, so the both of you were standing chest to chest. He claps your worried face. Pulling you into him with little force, so his lips could fall to your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Remember what I said and be safe, I love you”

“I love you” you recite, bringing his hand down to kiss his covered palm.

With that he envelops you in his arm, his cheek resting against the top of your head. Both of you breathing each other in. Your shoulders relaxing at his loving touch.

He’d do whatever needed to keep you safe and if it ended in his death, then so be it. You’d do the same for him in a heartbeat, there was no point in either of you arguing this one out.

––––

Everyone was tired, it seemed like this fight only dragged on with the never-ending monsters. But, with the help of Thor (of course) it seemed like things were only getting positive from there. With the way he rendered lightning, destroying things into dust, you were ready to end this once and for all.

And when a cloud of grey smoke appeared out of thin air, and a large titanian appeared. You knew this would either be the ending or the beginning of all these troubles.

“That’s him” you falter, turning to Steve. You give him a quick once over, nothing the way he eyed your father. A menacing, scary look on his face and the furrow of his eyebrows only grow.

“We have eyes on Thanos” he says into the intercom.

It’s like time stands still for a few seconds, no one moves a muscle. You haven't seen this man in years. You feel as if he doesn't recognize who you are as he glances over everyone, like they're roaches in his kitchen.

Yet, in a blur, everyone takes their chance on Thanos. Trying their hardest to somehow, someway take this Titanian down. Bruce gets thrown with a shout, Branches entwine Nat, and Sam drops from the air smoothly.

At some point you hear the grunt of Steve, who somehow gets some punches in, his hands clutching the gauntlet. He shouts from the hefty weight and in a swift motion is stock-still on the ground from the punch he endures.

“Steve!”

Without a choice you run towards Thanos, your adrenaline kicking in. Kicking in punching only to use your hands to grasp around the metal. You knew towards the end; you were no match for him.

“Please! Please don’t do this. Dad please I’m begging you” you plead profusely, but he only looks down at you emotionless. “Please, please, please” you cry, your head hangs low for a bit before you raise it up again. “This won’t fix anything! You–– you…JUST TAKE IT OFF” you scream, knuckles colliding with the gold.

You try so hard to think of anything to turn his mind, but he only looks at you like a stranger. Not the little girl he recruited and used to look at with some kind of affection. His type of affection, if you could even title it that, affection.

Sure, he raised you to be a ruthless killer and thief, but you’d do anything in this key moment to change his crooked mind.

“You don’t get to call me that again. You chose your path...I always knew you’d be the one to let me down the most” he says all this with so much venom.

You cry as you're lifted in the air, by his gauntlet hand, and thrown against the bark of a tree.

You're in a daze. The only things securing you back is the hand against your cheek and a booming, choked up "no". Hearing it a distance away.

You open your eyes to see Steve in front of you, your name on his lips almost incessantly. But when you open them, your eyes quickly move to Thor. Who’s a few feet away from the two of you, shocked and angry. The remnant of smoke in the air. You knew he did it.

“We lost?” you ask Steve, tears already forming in your eyes, as he carefully lifts you to his feet.

He doesn’t get the chance to answer you, though.

“Steve…?” It’s Bucky, You both look towards him to see him fall slowly, disappearing into a brown dust.

You both look on, shocked all while Steve tries to drag himself and your weak body to Bucky. But it’s already too late.

“Buck?!” Steve calls out, but there’s no answer.

You watch on in disorder, stomach plummeting with every second that pasts. Your eyes catch Wanda looking onto Vision's body in sorrow and as you do, she turns into brown dust. It was frightening and you were speechless. So much happening around you, you weren’t sure where to look. You weren’t who was going away.

The hand against your spine, holding you up, starts to feel faint and a headache you had suffered from earlier comes back, but ten times stronger.

“My head hurts” you tell him, your words come out slowly as your mouth starts to feel numb. You drop your head to his shoulder. “Stevie...I can’t feel your hands” you blubber, chest heaving as your breathing picks up. Everything was happening so, so fast.

He lifts your head, “Hey, you’re alright sweetheart, you took a hard hit. Just a bit banged up, gotta stay awake in case it’s a concussion” he reassures you.

You don’t believe him and when you look down at your right hand to see it crumbling away little by little. You lift your wrist up, hand gone. You look down to see the brown dust below your view.

You didn’t want to go. You had merely planned your dream future with him. It wasn’t fair your father would be the one to rip that away from you.

“No. No, you’re alright, stop that” he condemns, bringing your other hand to his bruised lips imperatively. Watching as it climbs up and up, half of your shoulder already gone.

“I’m scared. I love you so much Steve”

“I love you so much doll, feel like we’ve been saying it all day” he tries to joke, eyes roaming all over your face. He had to make sure he had your face recognized to a t, even if it was in a manner of pain.

And you do the same. You weren’t sure where you were going. Were you even dying?! You couldn’t tell, all you knew was Steve and some of your friends wouldn’t be where you were going.

You laugh despondently, low, and mirthlessly knowing how much he needed that laugh at the moment.

“No. I’m gonna––” you start, but never get to finish, because at that moment. In a flash, he’s left with the sight of the soot falling in a sway, like leaves tumbling to the ground. Staring at him gloved palms to see nothing of you there any longer.

He does nothing but stand there for a few minutes, recollecting the exchange. Not only was his best friend gone, but so was his best girl.

He had one fucking job. Keep you safe at all times. Not only did he let the whole universe down, he let you down. You were gone. He can only think about the moment you both had on the jet, telling you, you had nothing to worry about. Because you guys were going to win and now she is gone. He let you down in the worst possible way imaginable. You were gone…

He repeats this to himself, losing hope each time that you would be back in just a second.

He turns around to see his friends observing him and once he notices that Sam is no longer among the group it only increases his agony.

“Cap?” Nat mumbles.

“FUCK!” he breaks. Ripping the gloves off his hand before he sets himself against the ground–– his body feeling heavy. His head is in his hand, body heaving roughly as he cries quietly.

Everyone is stunned and takes a step back to give his face, not remembering the last time they’ve seen him this broken or the last he’s had an outburst resulting in a curse word.

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with this guilt or without you by his side. In spite of that, there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to try and find a way to bring you back.

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realized while writing thing i am not creative...this (beginning) was literally a scene

if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

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phoenix-downer · 4 years

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Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 3 - Come With Me

Sora/Kairi. Romance, fluff, reincarnation, rebirth, pining. ~1880 words.

Chapter 1 / 2

The years passed, and Kairi graduated first from high school and then from university. She had a good job lined up at a prestigious company starting in April, but the month of March was hers to do with as she pleased.

Maybe waiting wasn’t good enough anymore. If her shadow couldn’t come to her, she should go find him.

“Mom, Dad, I want to travel,” she announced one morning over breakfast.

Her parents exchanged glances.

“Any reason why you can’t wait till Golden Week?” her father asked before snatching a piece of tofu out of his miso soup with his chopsticks.

“Because I’ll be working then, and I don’t know if the company will let me have much of a break. You know how it is for new employees.”

“Well, you do have some money saved up, don’t you?” her mother said.

“Yup, from my part-time job. And I can get a Seishun 18 Ticket to keep costs down.”

“Where are you thinking about going?” her father asked.

“Well, Selphie’s family is from Osaka originally, and she offered to let me stay with her. So I figured I could start out with Kansai first, and maybe hit up Kyoto, Osaka, and Nara while I’m with her?”

“Why not?” her mother said with a sparkle in her eye. “One last hurrah before starting working life.”

Her father nodded. “Heaven knows you’ll need it, sweetheart. The first year at a new job is always rough. They really put you through the ringer with training.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, then handed her several crisp ten thousand yen bills. “Our treat.”

Kairi’s eyes went wide. “Father, I can’t—”

He just smiled at her. “Yes, you can. Go on your adventure. Have fun. Just keep Selphie with you. Not because I’m worried about you, but because I think her parents might worry about her,” he joked.

“Maybe you’ll find that young man in the painting you made back in high school,” her mother said with a teasing smile.

“Maybe so.”

With all the logistics settled, she boarded the train for Osaka. Because she was using the discount ticket, it was going to take longer than normal, but she didn’t really mind. She loved seeing all the beautiful sights outside her window, all the sleepy towns and misty mountains and pretty flowers as the coming of spring brought the world back to life.

When she finally arrived in Osaka, Selphie was there to greet her at the station.

“Welcome to my neck of the woods!” Selphie said with a grin as she took one of her bags. “Now that we’re here, I’ll have to take you to get Osaka-style okonomiyaki, and we’ll have to eat takoyaki at some point too, and we should also go to Universal Studios Japan and the Kaiyukan Aquarium and—”

“Actually, I was wondering… could we go to Kyoto tomorrow?” Kairi asked. “I was thinking… Kyoto tomorrow, Osaka the next few days, and then Nara?”

“Sure, that works. But I really wanna take you to my favorite okonomiyaki place tonight!”

“Deal.”

The okonomiyaki place was just as good as Selphie had promised. The savory meal with its pork and cabbage filling and delicious toppings was more than enough to fill her up, and she was about ready to crash by the time they got back to Selphie’s house. She made sure to greet Selphie’s family and give them a thank you gift before excusing herself to take her evening bath, but once she was lying down on an extra futon in Selphie’s room with Selphie sleeping soundly beside her, she couldn’t sleep.

Something major was going to happen, she just knew it. She’d had this gut feeling ever since she’d decided to come here, and it only grew stronger the closer and closer she got to Kyoto. That was why she wanted to go tomorrow instead of waiting several more days. She didn’t know why, but she had to get to Kyoto no matter what.

The next morning, she and Selphie got up early so they could catch the train. Despite the restless night she’d spent, she was feeling energized and awake.

“You haven’t been to Kyoto since our high school trip, have you?” Selphie asked as they watched the scenery go by. “Any particular places you want to visit?”

“Are the cherry trees blooming yet? I’d love to go somewhere that has a lot of them. Maybe one of the temples?”

“How about Kiyomizu Temple? We’ve had an early warm spell this year, so at least some of the cherry trees should be blooming by now. I’d love to get some matcha ice cream on the way back down in Higashiyama, too.”

“Sounds good.”

Kiyomizu Temple was as splendid as Kairi remembered, and the view from the mountain was gorgeous. All of Kyoto spread out below them, and she made sure she and Selphie got some good shots together with the cherry trees peppering the mountainside. After praying at the main hall, Selphie insisted they stop by Jishu Shrine.

“Don’t you remember how the legend goes?!” Selphie asked with a pout. “If you can find your way from one stone,” she said, pointing at the one currently in front of them, “to the other,” she said as she jabbed a finger at a second stone a little ways away, “AND you can do it with your eyes closed, you’ll have good luck with love!”

“Oh, I remember now.”

“So,” Selphie said with a grin, “you gonna try it?”

“Sure, why not,” Kairi said. She had nothing to lose, right?

“Maybe this will summon your dream man.” Selphie giggled and grabbed Kairi’s hand and put it over her eyes. “No peeking, or the magic won’t work!”

“Right.”

It was a pretty straight shot from one stone to the other, so if Kairi was careful not to stray too far to the left or right, she’d be okay. Of course, this was easier said than done at a place as popular as this, because she had to make constant little detours to avoid running into people, and people still bumped into her all the same. But she carefully counted her steps and used the sounds around her to guide her. Maybe this was just a silly superstition, but a part of her really wanted to do this right.

Please, please let me find him, she prayed. Let me reach the other stone so I’ll be lucky at last.

She had to be getting close, right? How long had she been wandering around without her sight?

“Selphie? Am I hot or cold?” she called. “I think… I’m kinda lost…”

She felt an arm loop through hers. “Nah. You aren’t lost. You’re right where you need to be, Kairi.”

She gasped. That voice. She knew that voice—

She felt a hand go over her eyes. “Don’t look just yet. Can’t have you unlucky in love, now can I? Just follow my lead, and I’ll tell you when we’ve arrived.”

She nodded, unable to speak. Her shadow. Her shadow was really here. He was here and he was real. He gently led her to the stone, and when her feet bumped up against it, he removed his hand from her eyes.

“See? You did it!”

But she didn’t care about the stone anymore, not one single bit. There was something far more important than all the stones in the universe. She turned around so she could see her shadow’s face. He was as beautiful as she remembered, and the smile lighting up his face was radiant. Around his neck he wore a necklace, her necklace, and his blue eyes reflected the longing that she had carried with her her entire life.

No, this life. It was all coming back to her. Their old life, their old memories, everything.

“Sora,” she cried as she burst into tears. In another moment his arms were around her, holding her tightly. But he was crying now too, and she wasn’t sure who was comforting who.

“I’m back,” he choked out. “I kept my promise.”

“You’re home,” she said with a sob. “You’re really here.”

He pulled away a little so he could look her in the eye. “I looked everywhere for you. My whole life I’ve longed to see you again. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

He brought a trembling hand to her face. “I still can’t believe you’re really here. Feels too good to be true.”

“It’s not, trust me. This is real.”

He smiled through his tears. “Yeah, it is. My journey is over at long last. And to think, we’d meet each other here by chance, What are the odds?”

She shook her head. “It wasn’t chance. It was meant to be.”

The breeze picked up, lifting cherry tree petals into the air and making them float past. She caught one and smiled.

“It’s gone.”

Sora tilted his head. “What’s gone?”

“Mono no aware. Sehnsucht. That feeling that something was missing my whole life. That I was longing for something more. You.”

“Kairi,” he said, ever so softly and tenderly. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and she sighed happily. Their last kiss had been when the world was ending, but this, this was about to be a kiss of beginning—

“Um, hello?” came a voice, interrupting them. “I’m still here. Got everything on camera, too,” Selphie said with a giggle as she lowered her phone. “So you’re Kairi’s dream guy, Sora. Can’t believe I didn’t remember you till now.”

Sora scratched the back of his neck and laughed. “Not the first time that’s happened.”

“Hey now!”

Kairi giggled and Sora grinned. “Glad to see you haven’t changed, Selphie.”

“Well, I know when to make myself scarce. Meet me back at Kyoto Station this evening, you lovebirds. Matcha ice cream awaits me.”

They said goodbye to Selphie, then looked at each other again. Kairi would never tire of seeing his spiky hair, his beautiful eyes, his charming smile.

“Well, now that we’re alone in a sea of people…”

He led her a little ways away from the crowds, then dropped to one knee. A lump built in her throat as she watched him fish a little box out of his pocket.

“Kairi,” he began, the biggest smile on his face as he opened the box up, “will you marry me?”

Inside the box was an engagement ring just like her old one. She burst into tears as she nodded and said yes, over and over again. He was a little teary himself as he slipped the ring on her finger and then kissed her hand. She pulled him up into her arms and kissed him over and over again, each kiss to make up for all the lonely years they’d spent apart.

“I love you,” she choked out between kisses.

He smiled. “Love you too.”

She kissed him one last time, a long, lingering kiss that promised him everything. Now that they were together again, she never wanted to be apart from him.

He found her hand once more. “Come with me,” was all he said, and that was all she needed to hear.

They were together again, and she wanted to savor every moment.

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A big thank you once again to @seaberry-siren for the original prompt, @angel-with-a-pipette for reading it over and providing input, and @rapis-razuri for her support as well! And thank you to everyone who reblogged, left comments, etc., I really appreciate it!

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alistircrat · 4 years

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Hetalila Fanfiction Recs

Here’s a list of some of my favorite Hetalia fanfictions. Most have pairings, which I’ll specify. I put this up because I know I’m always on the lookout for good fanfiction and I wanted to help out anyone else who’s in the same boat :D Feel free to add onto this or rec me some too ;) Also a good master list of the ones I like LMAO. I’ve noticed I either like tragic, angsty fanfiction or really fluffy ones. A lot are rated M. And a LOT of USUK and Spamano #srynotsry Disclaimer: I did not write any of these; they all belong to their respective authors.

Update: Ive had this sitting in my drafts for like over 4 years and i began it when i was super into hetalia n fanfiction LMAO, what better time to post this when i should be studying lmao its nearly 4 am halp

UsUK

The Secret : Rated T, 32k words, 5 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete Arthur's sister, engaged to prince Alfred, is killed before she even meets him. Arthur's parents do not want to shame themselves by ending the engagement and force Arthur to dress like his sister and marry Alfred instead. But can this secret be kept? (note: very interesting!! I loved every second of it)

The Courting of Alfred Jones : Rated M, 26k words, 13 chapters, Romance/Hurt/Comfort, Incomplete Alfred Jones is the most popular guy in school and also extremely homophobic. This is why Arthur is his new favourite 'victim', but Arthur has no intentions of grovelling in the dust for him. Punk!ArthurxJock!Alfred (note: Rated M, so there IS some explicit material and I advise viewer discretion. Another highschool AU. Sad that it’s probably not going to finish but it’s worth the read)

When I Only Wanted to Save the World : Rated M, 29k words, 11 chapter, Romance, Complete Alfred is a firefighter in New York City. When he gets badly injured, he takes a trip to London to recover. There he meets a man named Arthur, who ends up helping him recover from wounds he didn't even know he had. (note: warmed my weeb heart)

United Again : Rated T, 31k words, 7 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Arthur gets a letter in the mail informing him of his school's ten year reunion.

Unexpected : Rated T, 5.7k words, One-shot, Humor/Drama, Complete World Academy. When Arthur was asked to tutor the star of the American Football team, he expected several things. Sitting in an apartment full of Asian children was not one of them. (cute!)

The Invitational Year : Rated M, 208k words, 41 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Alfred is an awkward dork, despite the fact his dad is President. Arthur is a member of British royalty, and he's a perfectionist loner. Both boys are given an invitation to attend the prestigious World Academy and, naturally, they're roomies. (note: A favorite of mine! Quite long but very much worth it. Highschool AU. Can be silly yet dramatic. Anyways, you should read it! Viewer discretion due to sexual themes)

The Sophomore Year : Rated M, 173k words, 34 chapter, Romance/Drama, Complete After meeting at boarding school, Alfred and Arthur became unlikely friends and then lovers. Now, they'll face their sophomore year in America and all the challenges that come with being young, famous, and madly in love. (note: sequal to The Invitational Year)

And All That Jazz : Rated M, 98k words, 22 chapters, Romance, Complete Alfred is approached by the Student Body President, Arthur, for help on his math exam. They hate each other, but maybe opposites can attract with the help of something unexpected. (note: I love this fic. Highschool AU. Also involves music...cuz liek yknow the title)

1912 : Rated T, 52k words, 9 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Cynical, overweight and bored in the dull twilight of his empire, Arthur finds distraction in the form of rekindling his relationship with Alfred on board the RMS Titanic during her doomed maiden voyage.

The Arrow was Shot : Rated K+, 5.8k words, One-shot, Romance, Complete In order to win his family's respect, Arthur enters a tournament to win the Princess of America's hand in marriage. At the tournament, he befriends the mysterious Alfred- a fellow competitor who is equally determined to win. As he and Alfred grow closer, he begins to question what is more important to him: his family's respect... or Alfred.

Flirting with Failure : Rated T, 2k words, One-shot, Romance/Humor, Complete Alfred just wanted to get one date with Arthur Kirkland before the semester ended. To do that he had to speak with him. Thus, he was set up for failure.

Hero Frequency : Rated T, 12k words, 3 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete America's got the coolest and most awesome band in school, and he's totally going to win the Battle of the Bands contest. Or at least he might, if he can get England to put aside their past issues long enough to play guitar...

The Gentleman and the Hero : Rated T, 57k words, 21 chapters, Romance, Complete World Academy students have been paired up for an anonymous email exchange program, so they can talk to someone about school and personal problems in private. These are the emails of two students nicknamed 'The Gentleman' and 'The Hero'. (note: I also love this. I find it very cute and also very in character. I want an email buddy lol. Highschool AU)

Breathless : Rated T, 35k words, 4 chapters, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Arthur Kirkland never thought that golden boy Alfred Jones would ever have a reason to attempt suicide. Then again, how much did he really know about the oh so popular blonde? The rumor mill would surely chew him up and spit him out. (note: p sure this is another favorite of mine. Though angsty, I really enjoyed the development between the two. Highschool AU. Really great read!!)

Static : Rated T, 45k words, 9 chapters, Drama/Romance, Incomplete Sequel to Breathless. Arthur always thought that the incident with Alfred's arms would forever be the biggest hurdle their friendship would face. But as the looks change and the touches linger, it becomes frightfully clear that he was dead wrong about that. (note: continues after Breathless, but not finished ): worth the read anyway)

Ask Me Anything : Rated T, 7k words, One-shot, Romance/Humor, Complete Alfred starts to follow Arthur on tumblr. It's not long until they become friends... and possibly more.

The Cost of Affection : Rated M, 61k words, 32 chapters, Angst/Romance, Incomplete Being a whore is easy: all Arthur has to do is spread his legs and take the money. He doesn't have to face his past; nor does he have to deal with love. And for good reason - because when he does fall head-over-heels for someone, he's forced to realize that his sins go beyond prostitution, and that even as he rediscovers himself, his past is coming back to haunt him after all.

You Can’t Take the Sky Away From Me : Rated T, 113k words, 32 chapters, Adventure/Romance, Incomplete Ace pilot America is on a mission for the World Military when a chance encounter with a group of sky-pirates leads him to team up with their captain, England, against a malevolent group that wants to fill the sky with zeppelins. (note: Steampunk AU. This is a really cool fic!)

We’ll Meet Again : Rated M, 43k words, 13 chapters, Romance/Angst, Complete WW2 AU. London pub owner Arthur Kirkland is driven to distraction by loud, brash American fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms... just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. (note: a hetalia fandom clASSIC. MUST READ. unfortunately the OG fics were deleted so someone reposted it, giving credit to the OG author George deValier. this will rip ur heart out n tape it poorly back together)

Franada

La Patisserie de La Rose : Rated M, 35k words, 6 chapters, Romance, Complete Accountant Matthew Williams is used to being unnoticed, ignored, and forgotten. That is until pastry chef Francis Bonnefoy appears like a burst of colour in his dull, grey life.

AmeViet (yes, Vietnam!)

Hard to Get : Rated T, 57k words, 20 chapters, Adventure/Romance, Complete During World War Two, serious, limited Vietnam meets the boisterous America. Amid fighting, friendship, and stress, America tries to get Vietnam to like him, but she won't let that happen. Or will she? (note: One of my all-time favorites, unforgettable. I can never find fics of this pairing, it’s so hard! But this is a really great fic, highly recommend. also after learning more about Vietnam history, i might give this yet ANOTHER re-read with my new perspectives)

Of Broken Promises and the Taste of Freedom : Rated T, 1.4k words, One-shot, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete Vaguely, Vietnam wondered if this was what freedom tasted like. If perhaps, the hot waves that crashed through her body and set her skin on fire was what it was like to know that you are truly free.

GerIta (apologies, I don’t read too much GerIta LOL)

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart : Rated M, 104k words, 18 chapters, Romance/Angst, Complete WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. (note: another VeraVerse, so well written! you will not ragret. also a repost since Og was deleted, all credit to George deValier)

RusAme

Dear Diary : Rated T, 55k words, 17 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Alfred F. Jones isn't gay. Just read his diary; you'll see. (note: I absolutely love high school or college AUs, omg. Also this is hilarious. I can really relate to how Alfred's rambling)

PruHun

The Most Awesome Date Plan Ever : Rated T, 7.5k words, 6 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete It was foolproof. He had worked out every plan, every detail and each possible outcome almost guaranteed him Elizaveta's love. Until it was ruined by Gilbert's two cockblocking best friends. (note: funny and cute)

Táncol? : Rated K+, 24k words, 6 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Elizaveta is determined to find out who Gilbert wants to ask out for the school dance. If that means bullying his friends, being hired by Gilbert to slave over a cake, and invading his diaries, so be it. (note: Another favorite! Very cute)

Hello Hurricane : Rated T, 61k words, 18 chapters, Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy, Complete Sequel to "Táncol?" Elizaveta, Ludwig, Francis, and Antonio are forced to watch Gilbert slowly fade away every day. (note: It might seem like I have lots of favorites, cuz I do and this is one of them. Warning, I cried a lot towards the end. Highly recommend)

PruCan

That Song Called Love : Rated T, 62k words, 25 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Matthew had always resigned himself to a fate of musical obscurity on a supporting instrument, but after meeting an ex-delinquent named Gilbert, he just might learn to take the lead. (note: contains other minor pairings. Although she doesn’t play a huge role I’m so happy Vietnam is in it Dx)

Operation Not to Hot : Rated T, 10k words, 2 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete Gilbert Beilschmidt is dorky, nerdy, and has serious confidence issues. He doesn't really care about himself until he sees Matthew Williams, AKA super-hot-hockey-jock. With Matthew's heart in mind, Gilbert undergoes a complete transformation. (note: funny story. Prussia being Prussia)

Overdue : Rated T, 12k words, 8 chapters, Romance/Supernatural, Complete "Well, Gott, Mattie, at least look someone in the eye when you tell them you're a ghost. Make a good impression!" (note: cute lil one-shot series)

I Have all Summer to Fall For You : Rated T, 162k words, 38 chapters, Incomplete At school, Gilbert makes fun of Matthew, and Matthew just wants to be left alone. But then when the hot days of summer roll around, and they have nothing but free time, things happen that NO ONE could have planned for! (note: MY ALL-TIME FAV PRUCAN FiC Ever. Probably will never finish but the length and quality make up for it)

PruAus

Please Don’t Read the Verdict : Rated M, 57k words, 11 chapters, Romance/Crime, Incomplete District Attorney Roderich Edelstein is faced with a gruesome, controversial murder. He has three months to build a case against the accused, but more than his will to prosecute may be destroyed in the process. (note: sadly not done, but highly interesting!)

Lily of the Lamplight : Rated M, 27k words, 4 chapters, Romance/Angst, Incomplete WW2 AU. Austrian musician Roderich and German soldier Gilbert are forced into an army prison unit and a fight for survival on the Russian Front. But in the midst of blood and death and hell on earth, how long can they fight their desire for each other? (note: MY 👏 FAV 👏 VERAVERSE 👏 I loveeee this fic, I’m so SAD it’s nEvEr going to be completed. Savor those 4 chapters. Luckily theyre long *cries* Also love the set of main characters, including Prussia, Austria, Berwald, and Poland. Also listen to the song the title is based off of, i luv it too)

SuFin

Cheers to a New Life : Rated M, 94k words, 47 chapters, Romance/Family, Complete Sweden could only find a job as a Kindergarten teacher and the famous Kirkland's little Peter happens to be enrolled into his class. But it is not Mr. Arthur Kirkland who is picking Peter up, it's this angel with the greatest ass Berwald's ever seen. (note: viewer discretion, mostly on later chapters. also has cute lil Peter/Sealand)

My Heart, In Segments : Rated T, 14k words, 10 chapters, Family/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Berwald is a man left alone, and Peter was a kid left behind. Berwald's not really the perfect dad, Peter's not really innocent anymore, and Tino's not really sure he's ready for something so real. But, maybe... Maybe it's time.

In Want of a Wife : Rated T, 41k words, 18 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete Berwald's life is turned upside down when he is accepted into Hetalia International University, and everything changes for the better when he catches a glimpse of his future wife who lives down the hall. Who cares if Tino doesn't accept it yet? (note: Human AU; Lietpol is a bonus in all this hehe)

Treatment : Rated T, 55k words, 12 chapters, Romance/Humor, Incomplete Tino is a young psychology major, well known for being kind and eager to help others with their issues, but less so for his habit of profiling "patients" on campus. His therapist's eye has fixed on Berwald, but will he be the one who ends up on the couch? (note: Though not fully done, it’s one of my favorite sufin fics. Also hilarious bahah)

Catch Perfect : Rated T, 35k words, 8 chapters, Romance/Friendship, Incomplete When Berwald loses everything he is forced to move into a share house with an insane Dane, a sociopathic Norwegian, an unfathomable Icelander and a perfect Finn who makes it all worth putting up with. (note: can be crazy and random, which is probs why I liked it so much. also by George deValier I believe, reposted onto wattpad after it got deleted)

DenNor

Hummingbird : Rated T, 61k words, 12 chapters, Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort, Complete Lukas' only goal in life was to take care of his younger brother, until he was diagnosed with an irregular heart rhythm. His originally peaceful stay in hospital was interrupted when the loud, cheerful Mathias was moved into the bed beside him and refused to leave him alone; yet as his health began to deteriorate, the Dane decided to fall in love with him. (note: I love this fic so much, it’s also another favorite of mine. Very cute but with lots of angst, ahhh just what I ordered)

Secret Crowds : Rated M, 3.4k words, One-shot, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete An explosion leaves Denmark with a permanent brain injury and Norway struggles to find his role in their relationship as the line between lover and caregiver begins to blur. (sad and touching)

I also read a lot of DenNor so im like ?? where the fics at LOL. but i think i read more DenNor doujinshis, so that’s def something yall should look into

Spamano

A Beautiful Story : Rated T, 16k words, 10 chapters, Tragedy/Romance, Complete Lovino Romano Vargas is a suicidal designer who is unhappy with his fate. One day, he chances to meet Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who turns his life upside down.

Flashlight : Rated T, 38k words, 11 chapters, Parody/Romance, Complete "If I throw a tomato at you, vampire bastard, will you still sparkle under the sauce?" (note: OKAY SO This is actually a Twilight parody w Romano as Bella and Spain as Edward. I don’t really like Twilight but I really like this version of it lmao. Funny and a good read. Mostly Romano’s POV, cRACK )

New Batteries : Rated T, 41k words, 10 chapters, Humor/Romance, Complete Sequel to Flashlight. "WELL, I NEVER LIKED YOU, EITHER. WHAT NOW, YOU STUPID SPARKLY EXCUSE OF A VAMPIRE?" (note: also a parody, just the sequel to the previous one listed. I understand the Twilight plot through these better than the original)

Kismet : Rated M, 174k words, 52 chapters, Romance/Fantasy, Complete Lovino learns the hard way that things change and that they can change quickly. The necklace fell and now he's in a strange land far from home. Will he ever see his brother again? Will he find his way home? Or will he discover home is where the heart is? Fate is a strange woman and can work in mysterious ways. (note: RATED M, viewer discretion. the author has a list of warnings on the first chapter you can look at so you know what you’re reading. Fantasy AU)

Catch You, Catch Me : Rated M, (basically)37k words, 7 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete Clumsy, clueless detective Romano is on the trail of the infamous handsome and charming thief El Apasionado Caballero. But there's more to this, what seems like a simple game of cat and mouse, than meets the eye.

The Bet : Rated T, 20k words, 9 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete When someone kisses you, and then moves away you'd think that would be it. But when Antonio comes back from Spain he wants Lovino to be his again. Except Lovino now hates Antonio...which sucks for Lovino because Antonio isn't going to let go that easily.

Zero Tolerance : Rated M, 55k words, 24 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Lovino lives a perfect life. Or atleast thats how he is suppose to appear. Antonio lives a life as a dangerous gangbanger. North Side meets South Side as these two are partnered in their Chemistry class. But there is one chemical reaction these 2 arent prepared for- Love. (highschool AU)

Breathless in the Atmosphere : Rated T, 31k words, 3 chapters, Hurt/Comfort/Romance, Complete Antonio only needed money for marble. He needed to make his art. And a chance encounter on the subway offers him a job as a male escort. It was just for the money. He could stop anytime he wanted to. Really. (note: viewer discretion advised. contains prostitution and suicidal ideation)

Before the Snow Falls : Rated T, 19k words, 2 chapters, Romance/Drama, Complete Lovino, jersey number nine, right winger. He was ready to pass the ball, ready to set up the win, but Antonio, opposite team, center fielder, was ready too. Someone thought, and someone didn't, and they crashed. Hard. A few months later, Lovino's on crutches, Antonio has scholarships, and they have to deal with the aftermath of what happened.

Door to Door : Rated T, 3.5k words, One-shot, Humor/Romance, Complete Do not open the door. It could be a zombie, an unwanted boyfriend of your brother's, or a persistant salesman by the name Antonio Carriedo.

Numbered Lithograph : Rated M, 133k words, 29 chapters, Drama/Romance, Complete When Lovino starts attending art school with his brother he finds his most important lesson doesn't come from his professors, but from a culinary student at a sister school: sometimes the flaws hold the beauty. (note: Probably my favorite spamano fic. Very touching. Has fluff and angst)

Bésame Mucho : Rated M, 48k words, 6 chapter, Angst/Romance, Incomplete WW2 AU. Lovino Vargas only ever wanted something exciting to happen in his boring, everyday Italian village existence. He never expected war, Resistance, love, passion, treason, or a cheerful, confusing, irritatingly attractive Spanish freedom fighter. (note: ANOTHER 👏 ONE 👏OF👏MY👏FAVS👏 BUT SAD BC ITLL NEVER FINISH HDUEOFREGH. Also by George DeValier and reuploaded onto wattpad (originally on ff.net)! I’m in love with the writing. Incomplete but sooo worth the read.)

Bad Touch Trio (may or may not contain pairings/slight pairings)

Oh No, We’re Hot : Rated T, 1.4k words, One-shot, Friendship/Humor, Complete In which, after a summer apart, the Bad Touch Trio realizes that they have become really attractive. Really slight hinted Spamano. (note: I absolutely love the BTT, this is a cute short fic about them)

The Trap : Rated T, 4.7k words, One-shot, Friendship/Humor, Complete The prompt was Prussia and Spain meeting France for the first time, thinking he's a girl, kiddy-courting him, then finding out he's a boy, but still kiddy-courting him. Exactly as wacky as it sounds. (note: another cute story about the BTT and their rad friendship! I need this in my life)

Multiple Pairings

Playing Cupid : Rated T, 24k words, 15 chapters, Romance/Humor, Complete In Everett High School there is a secret club called the yaoi club. It is their job, during Sadies, to set up couples. This year Elizabeta has an ambitious plan. She is going to find a date for the infamous Lovino Vargas. Her choice is Antonio, unfortunately half the girls want to ask him too. Will she and her friends succeed? Spamano, UsUk, Prucan, GerIta, others (note: very cute highschool AU! highly recommend! also contains many of the hetalia girls, which is amazing~)

No Pairings

Bad Pasta : Rated T, 13k words, 6 chapter, Mystery/Tragedy, Complete Kiku and Arthur trade rooms. (note: Author also made a game based on this posted on deviantart: Bad Pasta game. I really liked it, especially since I’m into hetalia fangames and whatnot. warning, contains death of characters)

Fun with Former Vikings : Rated K+, 63k words, 17 chapters, Friendship/Family, Complete Brothers that are too awkward to even stand next to each other, husband and 'wife,' and that one guy that drinks a lot. The Nordics couldn't be any more different. And neither could the situations they get themselves into. (note: I love love love the Nordics. This is also probably one of my all-time favs. I love them as bros Dx)

God Only Threw the Humans out of Paradise : Rated K+, 4.5k words, One-shot, Friendship, Complete 12 years is nothing in the life of a Nation. But to a puppy, it's a lifetime. This is a look at 12 years of England's life through the eyes of man's best friend.

Gutters : Rated M, 98k words, 20 chapters, Adventure/Drama, Complete 'The Calamity' has left the world stripped and dying. Alone in a civilian bunker in Munich, Sealand will be reunited with the last known living member of his surrogate family and together, they will set out across Europe to find those they have lost. (note: It’s an adventure story starring Sealand and Denmark. Can be really intense and eMOTIONAL i cried like a bitch, highly recommend. Probably one of my 👏 favorite👏 fics of all time)

Ditches : Rated M, 2.4k words, 2 chapters, Drama/Family, Incomplete Prequel to Gutters. In the days leading up to The Calamity, the world braces and families struggle not to be torn apart.

Breathe Me : Rated T, 66k words, 21 chapters, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Complete "God I'm so fat." "No, Alfred. You're not. You're –" "Stop it! I am and you know it! The whole world knows! Just stop okay?" Trigger Warning, Human AU, and F.A.C.E. Family. (note: very important TRIGGER WARNING due to mention of eating disorders, verbal abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts.)

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* ╰ KATHRYN NEWTON ; TWENTY ; SHE / HER —— wow, DORCAS MEADOWES sure has grown ! it’s almost hard to believe they actually passed recruitment… i still remember them being so INTUITIVE & OPTIMISTIC now they just seem MATERIALISTIC & CAPRICIOUS. guess they’re special if they made it this far. word in the halls is they’re training to be a HIT WITCH but i don’t think they’ll make it out alive. after all, they’ve shown signs of being NEUTRAL in the war.

character inspo: amy march ( little women ), shelby wyatt ( quantico ), glinda upland ( wicked ), rachel green ( friends )

dorcas louisa ruth meadowes hails from old money, sweltering summer heat, peaches, spanish moss, and crickets at dusk. she grew up in the american deep south, the baby of a well-established pureblood family.

with four older siblings, two doting parents, and a fleet of nannies, dorcas was never in want of attention. basil & myra meadowes married and had children young and fast; her mother had dorcas’s eldest brother when she was only twenty one, and had dorcas ( the youngest ) five years later.

( her siblings, in order: montgomery, or monty. the only boy, aged 25. clementine, 23. the twins, willow & winona, 22. and last comes dorcas, 20. )

their parents loved them, to be sure, but basil & myra were never much for hard work; the nannies dealt with diaper changes and crying toddlers and scraped knees.

but when the sun was shining, the meadowes would gather their offspring and spoil them rotten with picnics, and weekends at their beach home, and banquets with all basil & myra’s friends. and so all dorcas’s childhood memories of her parents are of laughter and golden days and bliss.

basil & myra held frequent catered banquets, the adults getting flushed and tipsy off rot-your-teeth sugary drinks, cooing over the dolled-up children. dorcas adored the attention. she loved dressing up in her best clothes and showing off the meagre magic she could do ( though she still had impressive control over wandless magic for a child ) and being patted on the head and called darling.

i’m pretty sure jkr has said that ilvermorny is the only north american wizarding school but i’m gonna go ahead and say fuck that cause i can’t see dorcas and her siblings going to ilvermorny, since 1) it’s in massachusetts and 2) it “ has the reputation of being one of the most democratic, least elitist of all the great wizarding schools ” and i think dorcas would’ve gone to a preppier school

also, one school for all of north america ? yeah ok, sure

so we’ll say she went to a smaller, more prestigious wizarding school in virginia, the wizarding equivalent of a private school. aglionby academy vibes from the raven cycle.

it wouldn’t be quite fair to say dorcas excelled in school. she did quite well, but she wasn’t top of her class. more like … fourth in her class.

she wasn’t even top in her siblings. they all had their unofficial roles to play. monty was the athletic one, clementine was the brainy one, the twins were charming and mischievous, and dorcas … dorcas was the pretty one.

but that doesn’t bother dorcas. she loves her siblings, and she loves her parents. everyone knows how close the meadowes family is.

the thing about dorcas is that she never seems bothered. she floats through life with a carefree, laissez-faire attitude, apple-cheeked and dimpled, laughing off any failure that comes her way, because hey, no big deal, it wasn’t that important anyway.

( if you asked dorcas what is important to her, what matters to her, she would have trouble giving you an answer. )

dorcas flits from short-lived interest to short-lived interest. when she was thirteen, it was horseback riding. when she was fourteen, it was wandlore. when she was fifteen, it was poetry. but none of them lasted very long, conquered by that old familiar restless boredom.

dorcas is the quintessential baby sister ( think amy march ) which is why, when monty enrolled in a martial arts course, dorcas insisted on enrolling as well. ( i feel like wizards probably have their own unique styles of martial arts, but i’m gonna say it was something like jiu jitsu where you use the opponent’s strength against them, since dorcas is fairly small )

soon after, monty was recruited by the american quodpot team and had to leave. but dorcas stayed on. something about the thrill of it, the foreignness and the physicality, kept her hooked. when she was on the mat, there was no past or future, just in the moment.

not that she vocalized any of that. if you asked her, it was just a fun way to stay in shape.

dorcas’s parents found their daughter’s new ‘ hobby ’ strange, but delightful and cute, trotting it out as a fun tidbit at parties when they showed dorcas off. did you know, dorcas reckons she’s a wrestler now – bless her ! watch out, she’s dangerous ! followed by a round of laughter.

as a child, dorcas would’ve loved the attention, but now, it was starting to grate. not that she would’ve ever dreamed of protesting — she loved her parents, and they meant well. there was no sense in making a big deal over a silly hobby. it wasn’t that important anyway.

the only person who took her seriously was her coach, a fearsome, grizzled wizard with an amusing name. in fact, robert robertson took her more seriously than she took herself. he wouldn’t let her quit when things got tough, and under his tutelage she branched out, explored other fighting styles, met other experts.

her parents’ interest in her martial training waned quickly, especially when a new hobby came along, one with well-defined cheekbones and striking grey eyes. seymour darville was the nephew of a family friend. also pureblood, of course. he and dorcas hit it off right away, and it wasn’t long before they were an item and their gossipy relatives finally had something to gossip about.

years went by. dorcas grew from a teenager to a young adult. she continued her training. meanwhile, her relationship with seymour solidified. her older siblings all found partners and wed young, just like their parents. dorcas became an aunt four times over. their gossipy relatives began dropping not-so-subtle hints, wondering when it would be dorcas’s turn to take the veil. the cement of dorcas’s future life was hardening.

seymour proposed over a candlelight dinner with roses and a ring, violins enchanted to serenade them. it was picture-perfect, something straight out of a romance novel.

dorcas didn’t answer. she told him she needed time to think about it. for a girl unable to commit to most things, a husband was an awfully big commitment. especially one she feared she’d fallen out of love with. but her family was expecting it, and his family was expecting it, and besides, there was nothing that made a girl half so interesting as a diamond on her finger. right ?

and that was when dorcas was recruited for edin, by robert robertson personally. dorcas had never been overseas before. she’d always stayed home, comfortable with the spanish moss, the peach trees, and american pureblood tradition. going to edin would be … insane. training to be a hit witch ? dorcas wasn’t a hit witch. she’d get one month in before she got bored and wanted to leave. not to mention how far it was. and she had family in georgia, a loving boyfriend, a future.

these were all things dorcas’s family said when she told them she would be going to the united kingdom for a year.

i’m just worried about my little girl, darlin’, her mother said. you’ve never been so far from home before. what if something happens ? what if you don’t come back ?

to which dorcas replied, well, of course i’m coming back. i can’t miss my own wedding.

and of course, that derailed their protests completely, as dorcas knew it would. dorcas would go to edin and play hit witch, have her fun for a year, and then she would come back to her family and her fiancé. shackled to home for life. and edin, and dorcas’s martial training, and the one thing she’d committed to in her life, would stay an ocean away.

some other things:

even though rappaport’s law forbidding muggle and magic interaction was lifted in 1965, when dorcas was five years old, the segregation between muggle and magic was too deeply ingrained to fade that easily. as such, dorcas is HELLA clueless about the muggle world ! her private school had very few muggleborns, and the muggleborns that did attend kept quiet about their heritage. there was no muggle studies or anything of the sort.

she’s also used to being rich af lol

other than on the mat, dorcas tends to avoid conflict. she’s genuine, kindhearted and optimistic, and remarkably in tune with others’ emotions, though her pureblood naïveté might rub some the wrong way.

she’s like … fucking good at fighting. she’s nimble and surprisingly strong, and people tend to underestimate her. she works hard to keep herself in top physical health. she eats healthy and exercises regularly.

this was a fucking NOVEL i am so sorry

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Together Again

Summary: When Hannah visits Manda, serious discussions on the merits of Disney movies are interrupted when a hidden talent comes to light. Pairings: none. Hannah, Manda, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, & Jack Warnings: none; fluffy garbage one shot Word count: 1300 ish A/N: I’ve been so tickled at the excitement of my friend @pinknerdpanda over the anticipated visit of her twinny @hannahindie. So, under the influence of pneumonia, I wrote this silly one shot just for them. I hope you’re both having a great time, HanPan!

“I just don’t understand the appeal. I mean, there’s literally dozens that are better.”

“It’s just a movie, Dean.”

Dean frowned at Sam as he stirred.

“Sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you. It’s never just a movie, Sam.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he placed forks and napkins down on the tray.

“I’m just saying that ‘Beauty and the Beast’ was a big deal. It helped to usher in the Disney Renaissance. Did you know it was only the second movie to use computer animation? They had transitioned from hand painting to xerox, and the best scene to showcase the CGI was the ballroom dance sequence. And, they actually reused some animation from ‘Sleeping Beauty’. Plus-”

“La la la la la, you’re ruining the magic with all your facts and trivia, Sam!” Dean burst out, fingers in his ears. “I’m just saying that ‘The Little Mermaid’ is clearly superior.”

“Right, like I didn’t catch you humming ‘Gaston’ when I came in here,” Sam scoffed, taking the bowl of guacamole Dean handed him.

Dean scowled as he pulled the baking sheet from the oven. “Shut up.” With a final dusting of salt, the food was done. “What do you think?”

Nodding appreciatively from the morsel he’d snitched, Sam gave him a thumbs up. “Another good batch, Dean.”

The elder Winchester grinned as he sidled the steaming nachos onto the tray. “What can I say? No one shreds cheese like Dean, or spreads beans like Dean.”

Sam rolled his eyes again, groaning as he followed his brother to the man cave. Cas and Jack stood just beyond the door, whispering to each other amid the chorus of dancing notes and girlish giggles.

“So, it’s a cartoon movie about a man turned into a large animal who falls in love with a girl?” Jack wanted to know.

“Yes. But an animal of that physiologic structure would be unable to walk upright on its hind legs for such extended periods of time,” Cas explained seriously. The nephilim nodded, peaking into the man cave carefully.

“And what is a ‘hanpan’? I’ve never heard that word before. Why do they call themselves that? Is it a club or league of some kind?”

“Not entirely. They’ve chosen to create a portmanteau using their names. Han for Hannah, and Pan for Panda.”

Jack frowned in confusion. “But Manda’s name is Manda, not Panda.”

“That is correct, but her Tumblr name is Panda. She likes it. So, when she and Hannah are together, they call themselves Hanpan.”

The younger man nodded pensively. “So, it’s like ‘Destiel’ or ‘Sabriel’? Are those also portmanteaus?” he queried as Dean and Sam paused behind them.

Both men and the angel of the Lord groaned, their heads dropping in pained exasperation. Dean glared at Sam as he moved to step forward.

“I blame you for showing him that hell site.” Waltzing into the dim interior of the man cave, Dean slapped a smile on his face. “Alright, ladies! I interrupt this monstrosity to bring you my own personal creation - Dean-errific Nachos Supreme. With homemade guacamole, I might add,” he declared, setting the tray down before them with a flourish.

“Dean! That’s awesome!” Manda scrambled to pause the movie, smiling up at him amid pixie-blue curls.

Hannah’s reaction was different. “Dean! Knock first, you dork!” she squealed, shoving the item in her hands down into the couch cushions.

“Knock? I live here,” Dean countered, flinching a bit from the glare the other girl shot him. “I’m even sharing my beer!” He gestured at the tray with a conciliatory motion.

Manda cackled as she forked some cheesy goodness onto a plate and handed it to her friend. “You just took her by surprise. She’s working on a present for you.”

“Manda!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing adorably. Dean perked up at the words.

“A present? I love presents! What is it?”

Hannah frowned, twirling a lock of honey-colored hair around her fingers. “It’s not porn or pie.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look offended. It was hard when Manda’s visiting friend was so cute.

“I do have other interests than just pie and porn.”

“Oh, yeah? Name one.”

Dean’s brain froze for a moment, but Manda beat him to the punch.

“Disney movie anthems. Baby. History on the Vikings, especially now that the show is on Hulu.”

Hannah grinned up at Dean as she picked up her plate.

“Disney movie anthems, huh? I bet you can belt out ‘You’re Welcome’ like it’s nobody’s business.”

Manda chortled around a mouthful of nacho.

“You should hear him own ‘Let it Go’. Gives Idina a run for her money.”

Tail feathers a bit stepped on, Dean poked an annoyed finger at Manda.

“That song revolutionized Disney. Elsa came into her own in that song.”

“Whatsa matter, Dean? You need a warm hug?”

The girls fell into stitches as the hunter scowled at both of them. Manda nudged her friend with her foot.

“Seriously, show him.”

“But it’s not finished!”

“He’ll love it. C’mon.” Manda smiled up at Dean. “She’s really, really good.”

Interest well and truly caught, Dean turned his most charming smile on the other girl.

“Just a peak? I’ll make my famous Snicker-snap cookies,” he wheedled. Hannah huffed and sighed before digging back into the cushions.

“Just remember, it’s not done, and my pattern isn’t the greatest, so I’m having to improvise my work in places.”

Dean carefully took the small wooden hoop in his hands, his eyes and mouth falling open as he perused the fabric.

“Guys! Get in here and look at this!”

On the fabric was cross stitched ‘Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cake hole.’. Below the letters was painstakingly worked an image of the Impala. A second one had been started on the opposite side, the needle and black thread poked through to mark her place.

Jack looked at Hannah in wonder.

“You made this?”

Hannah squirmed a little under everyone’s gaze.

“Yeah.”

“Hannah, this is amazing! Can I...would you make one for me?” Sam asked hesitantly, one finger brushing the edge of the fabric.

“Uh - sure.”

“I enjoy the simple font and blocking of the letters. The use of tiny x’s to create images and patterns is very pleasing,” Cas intoned, studying the work intently.

“Hannah, can you teach me how to do that? Is it super hard?”

“Sure, Jack. I can get you started on something simple. There are some that have the pattern printed right on the fabric. I’m here for four more days, Manda and I will take you shopping. Sound good?”

The younger man’s smile was huge as he rushed out of the room, headed to his laptop to start Googling, they knew. Cas and Sam soon followed, both talking about the intricacies and hand-eye coordination needed for such talent. The girls stared up at Dean as he stared at the work.

Dean swallowed, then swallowed again. He had to clear his throat before he shot Hannah a huge smile.

“Awesome. This is - wow. You’re awesome,” he grinned, shooting Hannah a wink that melted her as he handed the hoop back to her. Then, he stood to his full height and pointed at both of them. “I’m making those Snicker-snaps, and when you’re done watching this trash, we’re watching ‘Frozen’.”

And with that, he hustled out of the room. Hannah turned to Manda, a bewildered smile on her face winking the dimples into place.

“Wow.”

Manda smiled at her friend, crunching her nachos happily.

“Yep. And we’re getting cookies. Let’s fire up the movie because he won’t let us finish it if he’s done first.”

Hannah revisited her pattern as she took up her stitching while Manda pressed play. Their giggles filled the room watching Cogsworth’s and Lumiere’s antics. They didn’t really care if they got cookies or not, or if Dean interrupted the ending to watch ‘Frozen’. They were just happy to finally be together.

#dean winchester #Sam Winchester #fluffy garbage #supernatural #pinknerdpanda #hannahindie #hanpan

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A trashy tale: My silly Sims 4 legacy so far.

I started off with an adorable romantic lady named Hope. She had curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her default outfit was a white crop top and black scalloped shorts. She also wore big heart earrings to let all the menfolk know she wants love. Her aspiration to start with was the good parent aspiration. It happened to be Winterfest just as the game was starting, and I’d read that Father Winter’s children got a buff, so Hope put her moves on Father Winter and got knocked up. She also met a hunky jogger, Kane, and he seemed like a much better long-term prospect than Santa. Kane was built like a brick house, with curly black hair, dark skin and dark brown eyes. Hope got his attention and he was super into her, so despite the complicating pregnancy, Kane accepted Hope’s proposal and moved right in. Hope had her first baby, Chloe, who took after Father Winter in appearance. Kane was a doting step-father when he wasn’t at his job with the SportsTeam. Hope took up gardening. Kane couldn’t keep his hands off of her, so she was quickly pregnant again. Their first child together was a daughter, Nadia. While Chloe was a creative kid, Nadia just wanted to run and play. She and her father got along well. Hope had her heart set on one more kid, and she and Kane had another daughter, Tatianna. Tati always wanted to be like her big sisters, and joined the Llama Scouts just like they’d done. Most baby siblings are a bit wild, but Tatianna was a perfect student and a great scholar. Her parents had become expert parents, and Tati benefited from their wisdom. Feeling that her family was full (and because I have WhickedWhims), Hope began taking birth control pills. For Chloe’s first day of high school, her loving stepfather bought her a bottle of Insta-Lean. Chloe had inherited her biological father’s jowly cheeks, though her outgoing personality meant she was popular with the boys, as did her frequent trips “out” to meet her biological father, who generally wandered off to flirt as soon as he’d waved hello to his child. Chloe’s funny face, unfortunately, made her an unwise choice to inherit the throne. Nadia was a beautiful teenager, with her mother’s blond hair, ruddy bronze skin, and features as angular as a supermodel. But she was a listless child, and rarely accomplished what she wanted to do. She lacked the skills to inherit the throne. Tatianna was sad to be left behind in elementary school. Despite his busy career as a professional athlete, Kane made time to play with her. Together, they built a scarecrow, and Tatianna talked to him nearly as often as her mother did. He almost seemed like a real person, and Hope’s garden flourished as if twenty hands were tending it. Fate cannot look at a happy family and feel happy himself, but he was kind and gentle to Hope. Just when she thought that her children were nearly able to care for themselves, she found herself pregnant again! Arianna was born with rich brown hair and sun kissed skin, and everyone was charmed by her. But her parents’ careers and a full house meant that she never quite got as much attention as her older sisters had. She’d eventually look for that attention in all the wrong places... As soon as Tatianna entered high school, she started turning heads. She was as fit as her father, and nearly a perfect clone of him, save for her sparkling blue eyes. She’d studied hard in elementary school, but the memory of her humble beginnings made her eager to earn money. Perhaps too eager... Chloe wanted a family as big as her mother’s, and the day she graduated from college, she eloped with her high school sweetheart, Bennet. They settled in to a small home across town, and they graced Hope with two granddaughters in quick succession. Nadia took a while to decide on a boyfriend, but goofy looking Louis made her laugh, and she finally consented to marry him after she got pregnant. Together, they had two sons and a daughter. They lived just around the corner, with Louis’ brother. Tatianna worked hard throughout high school. She studied too hard to find time for dating. She achieved her dream of becoming a top level Llama Scout, and scored straight As. Often, her scarecrow friend Patchy helped her with her chores and homework. She spent hours discussing her dreams with him, and one afternoon, she confessed her love. Patchy whispered that he loved her back, and they embraced. But their love could never continue the family line, though they certainly tried. Each afternoon, he sighed a soft farewell and headed back to his tree. Kane retired from his job as a professional athlete, having achieved his lifelong dream. He began to take an interest in repair and rocketry, and soon the house was full of unbreakable appliances. Hope’s gardening research led her to discover a tree with fruit worth its weight in gold. She began to work from home more often, writing scientific papers and bonding with her beehives. Arianna never took much of an interest in gardening, but Tati learned everything she could from her mother. Unable to be with her lifelong love, Tatianna gave in to a classmate who’d fallen for her. Cedric called her every day, and she finally went on a date with him. He looked like her father, and even had the same haircut, though his chipmunk cheeks reminded Tati of her half-sister's wretched biological father. Cedric wore her down, and, eager to move on with her responsibilities as heir, Tatianna married him.

Cedric was not an ideal spouse. He dreamed of being a writer, but, no matter how hard he worked at it, his books were always awful. He took a job as a writer during the day, and Tatianna decided to find a nighttime job so that one of them would be home for the children. The allure of the criminal world called to her, because she wanted to become truly wealthy. When Tatianna's first child arrived, though, her husband was at work. It was Patchy who panicked in fear for her labor, and who cooed at the baby whenever he had the chance. Tatianna's first child was a girl, Jeannie. With rich dark skin and adorable braided pigtails, she was a winning child. Kane and Hope taught her as much as Tati and Cedric did, and they were thrilled to have another little one in the house.

Winterfest rolled around, and Arianna started high school. Though she'd studied hard in elementary school, when she became a teenager, the hormones kicked in. Romance was all Arianna could think about! She greeted Father Winter (not her half-sister's father) with a friendly face at the fireplace. But when she bumped into him again out in the neighborhood, she turned on the charm. Whether it was her hormones or his lechery (or the autonomous behavior that I had turned on), who can say for sure. But Arianna became another teen pregnancy statistic when Father Winter knocked her up.

Kane and Hope were furious that their baby girl had become pregnant. Arianna tried to move in with her baby daddy, but though he called her often, his abode was nowhere to be found in any neighborhood. Ultimately, her kind sister Nadia took her in. Nadia had plenty of parenting experience, and her brother-in-law moved out to be with his new wife to make room for Arianna and her daughter. Chloe was having difficulties, too. She discovered that her once-loving husband had a woman on the side, and, more than that, he had a whole second family! She sent him packing, and found herself a single mother to two teenagers. Chole's behavior took a turn for the worse after her husband was gone. She could often be spotted out at clubs in the evening, and before long, she found herself about to become a mother again- without knowing quite who the father might be.

Despite her illegal occupation, Tatianna was a good mother. She wanted another child, and she and Cedric conceived a second time. Their charming baby boy, Phillip, was welcomed into a warm, loving home.

But all was not well. Kane's gray hair and stooped posture had long spoken of his advanced age. His bride, though younger than he was by a great deal, finally became elderly herself. Only a day after her seventh grandchild was born, the Grim Reaper came to visit Hope. Hope's husband and progeny panicked! Cedric, usually so useless and doofy, finally came to the rescue. He pleaded with the Grim Reaper, and Hope was spared. Her husband, relieved and thankful, fed her a concoction of his own devising that would help her remain alive. Hope also researched further into the plant world, and discovered a flower that, some whispered, could save a loved one from death. She gave the stinky blossoms to her daughter and grandchildren, just in case.

Phillip grew into a popular and gregarious child. Due to a hole in the space-time continuum (or a mod conflict), his sister Jeannie had a long and fruitful childhood. She was extraordinarily accomplished, and became unusually gifted in the creative arts as well as the mental ones. Phillip himself longed only for popularity. He befriended a classmate at school who was somehow, inexplicably (or because I just got the expansion) famous. Phillip loved the strangers who would appear out of nowhere to greet his friend. He dreamed of knowing as many people as his young buddy.

The pressure of Jeannie's young accomplishments began to weigh on her. When she started high school, she vowed that her life would change. Gone would be the days of slaving over homework and science fair projects! Instead, Jeannie had one goal: banging. She wanted to go on as many dates as she could fit in a day, and found herself tagging along with her brother and his famous buddy to look for "fans" to hit on. She dug through her grandmother's jewelry box, and, spotting a pair of huge heart-shaped hoops, decked herself out.

Tatianna continued to pursue a career in crime. Though she had no love for mischief, she found that computer programming was easy for her, and she could steal money from faceless corporations without compunction. But, in the end, it was her mother's efforts that paved the way for her to achieve her dream of wealth. Tatianna looked at the tree that bore golden fruit, and a golden idea was born. She propagated that tree until the front yard was an orchard of cash. Tatianna was rich beyond her wildest dreams, and the excuse of "gardening" gave her a reason to spend time with her true love, Patchy.

It was Jeannie's fourteenth birthday that truly set Tatianna off. When she looked at her daughter, the pouchy cheeks of her husband stood out as such a strong reminder that tears leapt to her eyes. This girl, once so full of promise, could not inherit the throne. Something must be done.

Tatianna attended her sister Chloe's birthday party out of familial obligation, but a handsome stranger caught her eye. He introduced himself as Wyatt. His build was just like her father's, though he was pale, with green eyes and dusty brown hair. Tatianna looked at her sister, whose once-happy marriage had crumbled, and whose jowls had only grown more prominent with age. Wyatt asked if she was single, and, slipping the ring off of her finger, she said, "It's complicated." A few drinks later, she found herself bent over in the bathroom, Wyatt pounding away as she imagined that he was a much, much skinnier man...

Tatianna didn't exactly expect to have a third child, but the morning sickness wasn't quite a surprise, either. She waited until Cedric went to work to invite Wyatt over to visit and to tell him the good news. Did she let him linger on purpose, to make her final decision easier? She couldn't quite say for sure. But Cedric came home to find Wyatt embracing Tati, and he was outraged. It took Tati a moment to find the words (or the option in the interactions wheel), but she asked Cedric for a divorce, and he agreed. He wanted to keep living with his children, but Tatianna didn't think that was a good option. Cedric left, but he stayed in the family. Ages ago, in high school, he'd made a pass at Chloe before he'd settled on Tatianna. When she mentioned that her home had more bedrooms than people, he took her up on the offer. He'd have started working on a revenge romance if Chloe weren't already pregnant.

Wyatt's life wasn't free of complications, either. As a very young man, he'd married an older woman, and she was now gray-haired and weak. His son was almost seventeen. He couldn't look at his wife and feel love anymore, but he felt wretched betraying his son. And yet, there was no room in his new life for this old family. Tatianna's rounded belly convinced him. He divorced his wife, and moved in with Tatianna. Wyatt's love of athletics made him an instant hit with Kane. They spent hours in the basement gym, Kane mentoring his future son-in-law in all the glories of athleticism that he could no longer enjoy himself, due to old age. Tatianna promised Wyatt that they'd marry, though she couldn't quite decide when (and the game is convinced that he's in her employ and therefore can't marry her, so idk). History repeated itself when Tatianna went into labor, and her baby's father was nowhere to be found. Instead, Patchy ran to her side, fretting over her safety as she delivered her third child. In honor of another impending Winterfest, she named her daughter Noelle. The infant looked like any other, though she'd inherited her mother's rich skintone, rather than her father's pale one.

Phillip was unhappy about his new little sister, and he missed his father. Jeannie had hardly a thought to spare for her new stepfather, beyond the fact that he was incredibly hot. Tatianna was torn. Her youngest child was a chance to pass the throne to a worthy heir, and to forget the error of her first marriage. But the baby didn't belong to her true love, and no baby ever would. Could she learn to love this child... or any child? She vowed to be a better parent to Noelle than she'd been to Jeannie. In fact, she swore to be the best parent ever, just as her mother was. Hope picked up Noelle, her eighth (or probably ninth but I didn't check to see if Chloe had her baby yet) grandchild. Was this newborn to be the queen that her mother and grandmother were before her?

#trash #omfg trash #so trash #sims4 #sims 4 legacy challenge

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budapest Apartment

budapest Apartment Lucas Bravo Knows How You Feel About 'Emily in Paris'

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From Harper's BAZAAR

While every other person was gorging Emily in Paris, Lucas Bravo was keeping away from it. "I don't generally prefer to watch myself, since I'm really hard on myself," the French entertainer, who plays fantastic cook Gabriel in the Netflix satire, tells BAZAAR.com. "Where anyone would see an amusing scene or something charming or anything, I simply observe all the [faults] and all the things I might have improved." He feels diversely about the arrangement however. "I love the show," he says. "I thought it was incredible and was so glad for it, however I can't watch myself."

Presently, while isolating in Budapest, Hungary, on the set for his next film, Bravo is advantageously separated from the all out advanced talk Emily hath fashioned. In spite of the fact that some have discovered comfort in the unconventional Darren Star–made arrangement amidst a bizarre year, others have discovered it to be silly and stereotypical. (Is Lily Collins' Emily even a decent influencer? For what reason are her French associates characteristically stodgy?) Some French pundits even found the arrangement "annoying." As a real French entertainer dealing with the show, Bravo comprehends the input, yet he remains by the arrangement—it should be ridiculous.

"No doubt, there's a touch of truth all over," he says of the investigate. "I believe everyone's qualified for his own assessment. Furthermore, Paris is, as I said prior in past meetings, it's various, and there's numerous accounts to tell. So you need to pick a point, and Darren shows his vision from when he was in Paris as an adolescent. … It's loaded up with parody. [He] needed for individuals to get away from the insane the truth we're all in the present moment. A few people like reality excessively much, which I comprehend too, however else, it would have been a narrative about Paris. Also, this isn't what this show is. So I comprehend the two perspectives, I regard them."

Maybe something the two camps can concur on is that Bravo is the heart breaker existing apart from everything else. On the off chance that you look past the hot takes and protests on Emily in Paris, will undoubtedly discover responses like the accompanying.

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"I simply feel appreciative for the consideration and the affection," Bravo says modestly of his—and Gabriel's—new being a fan. He felt a real association with his character, and not on the grounds that he was a real sous-culinary specialist a couple of years prior. "[He] was initially expected to be from Nice, where I was conceived. What's more, Gabriel had consistently been a name I truly loved. I generally disclosed to myself I would give my little girl or a child the name Gabriel." Bravo considered it to be a sign.

The entertainer is now making moves post-Emily. He's presently recording his next undertaking, Mrs Harris Goes to Paris, featuring Oscar chosen people Lesley Manville and Isabelle Huppert. "I'm actually squeezing myself each day going to set," he says. His fantasy teammate however? Denzel Washington. "I could likely end my vocation just subsequent to working together with him," he says. "I'd resemble, 'Alright, check!'"

In spite of the fact that Bravo is investing a large portion of his energy isolated in his lodging (and submitting to wellbeing rules), being in Hungary implies he's not dependent upon the ongoing lockdown and time limit rules in France. "I'm in reality pretty happy to be away," he says, eased. "Timing couldn't be more awesome."

Here, the breakout star subtleties the convergence of messages he's gotten from fans and his expectations for a potential Season 2 of Emily in Paris.

What do you believe are some regular misguided judgments that Americans may have about French individuals?

I lived in L.A. for a very long time when I was truly youthful, and I saw what individuals thought of Paris and French individuals. I didn't see numerous assumptions. I thought they were pretty right on the money. Obviously, for the ones who never left the States, they're actually riding this old banality. Yet, you know, those adages are genuine, and they're here on the grounds that they exist, and they're important for the appeal. Despite the fact that French individuals would prefer not to let it out, this is us. This is truly us.

What scene was the most diversion for you to film?

I wouldn't state fun as far as, it's an interesting scene, however amusing to shoot, was most likely my last scene, which is where I bid farewell to Emily, on the grounds that I should go to Normandy. Furthermore, I was truly associated with that second. Lily gives you so much, and practically you should simply respond to the feelings she's sending your direction. Along these lines, it was truly fun, since it felt truly natural. Also, toward the end, when the scene was finished, I needed to return to myself and I … it's one of the scenes where I felt more associated with Gabriel's quintessence.

Did you have an encounter that way, where you needed to move away, before?

Goodness, better believe it. My whole life. I've been voyaging at regular intervals. My folks were voyaging a great deal, and I needed to rehash myself in each city and nation I was visiting. Thus, better believe it, it unquestionably rang a bell.

It's practically similar to you were an Emily.

[Laughs.] I've unquestionably been an Emily. Better believe it.

There were a great deal of little insinuations in the content when it came to food. Were there any minutes where you were shooting when you all couldn't keep a straight face?

Gracious, I think one about the most clever scenes we needed to shoot was the one with Gérard, Camille's bare dad. We shot the scene at the pool with Emily, finding him bare, thereafter. Furthermore, we began with the scene where he returns from the pool, and I'm similar to, "Gracious, have you met Gérard?" We knew the part since we read the content, however we hadn't met the entertainer. Also, when he came in with his robe and his champagne jug and this energy, we were unable to keep a straight face. We truly would giggle at each take and resemble, "Stunning, he is so impeccably cast. This is stunning." And Christophe [Guybet], the entertainer, is very interesting, in actuality, too. Along these lines, it was truly difficult to experience that scene.

Photograph credit: CAROLE BETHUEL/NETFLIX That sounds astonishing. The finale sort of closures with a cliffhanger. Where might you want to see Emily and Gabriel's story go from that point?

I think this is an inquiry Darren needs to reply, since he began this dramatization and I wouldn't try to contact any of his work, since he's so acceptable at it. Everything I can let you know is that I trust that every one of them will discover a state of joy and comprehension, on the grounds that there's a lot to be talked about.

Is there anything that you might want to see from Gabriel if there was another season?

I trust he will get a pristine café where he will have the option to sprout and do what he needs. Since he was still somewhat choked in the former one. I simply need to see his imaginative psyche at work in another spot, sponsored up by Antoine. Also, as far as connections, as I let you know, Darren is coordinating everything, and we're simply playing the instruments.

There was an adoration triangle all through between Gabriel, Emily, and Camille. Is there anything you examined with Lily and Camille Razat about what you needed to pass on with these entwining romantic tales?

All things considered, I realize that Camille truly tried to play Camille [the character], as though she recognized what was happening [between Emily and Gabriel].

She truly played that card and left everything open. She planted the seed so anything could occur in Season 2. What's more, I knew Camille from the past task, just before Emily in Paris. So we were practically similar to siblings and sisters. Also, Lily, we just associated right from the start. The last tryout I had, I got into a room and we did two or three scenes, and we in a flash fortified. She's so giving and liberal that it's hard not to coexist with her. She's an expert. Furthermore, I was actually a superior entertainer and a superior man in the wake of working with her.

Since Emily is an influencer, web-based media has a major presence on the show. It is safe to say that you are a major web-based media or Instagram client by and by?

Not generally. No. I like to post a little aesthetic picture now and again. Instagram was more an approach to speak with certain companions, such as being on WhatsApp or whatever else. Yet, presently, it's extraordinary. I have many messages. I don't have the foggiest idea whether I can keep up. So it's somewhat overpowering. Yet, I like the consideration. It's consistently ideal to feel approved and cherished, and I'm attempting to explore this as well as could be expected.

You mean messages from new fans and individuals who watch the show?

Truly. Generally. Since my Instagram wasn't so insane before that.

What's more, do you set aside the effort to peruse every last bit of it, or do you only sort of take it for what it is and let it stay there?

You know, individuals consistently advise me not to get assimilated into this dark opening of noting everyone, since it'll be perpetual. Yet, since the show just dispatched and it was so generally welcomed and I got so much love and regard and great criticism, I feel committed, as it were, to give back however much as could be expected to the fans, since they've been astonishing and it wouldn't be conceivable without them. So I'm simply doing what I can, yet, you know, it would take more than one individual to answer every one of those messages.

Photograph credit: STEPHANIE BRANCHU/NETFLIX Looking through a ton of the responses on Twitter and Instagram, you're, similar to, the Internet's new most loved sentimental love intrigue and sweetheart. Is it awkward to feel like more eyes are on you? How are you managing all the consideration?

I figure the circumstance couldn't be better, since I'm in Budapest. I'm in my lodging in isolate, I'm going from set to my room, and I'm pretty separated. I don't generally feel what's happening. It feels pretty dreamlike when my companions outline for me, "Everyone discusses you," and stuff that way, since this isn't my existence right now. It's virtual to me, you know?

So I simply feel appreciative for the consideration and the adoration. It's lowering, since it happened so quick. I can't feel any extraordinary. It's simply been longer than seven days, and my life is as yet the equivalent I actually feel the equivalent. However, it's a serious excursion.

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Bit of a controversial one, sorry if you like it, but I just don’t! And if you also don’t like it and have a hard time articulating why, maybe this review will help you.

Okay, I’ve talked about all the important Devdases, all the good ones that are closely related to the novel and deal with the ideas of hidden tragedies and casual disasters and all those cool things. Time to deal with the one that is just really really really pretty!

This might end up being my shortest Devdas post of them all, partly because there is less to discuss and partly because I already said so much in my previous posts about the novel and the other interpretations and how this one relates to them. But on the other hand, it may end up being the post that is most read, since the Bhansali Devdas is the one people are most familiar with. At least, English reading people who might find my blog.

Here’s the problem with Bhansali’s Devdas in a nutshell: it’s too pretty! And here’s the best part of Bhansali’s Devdas: it’s so pretty! So, there’s a conflict there.

Or not. It can be pretty and still a bad film, because a film should be more than prettiness. Really, the problem with Bhansali’s film, and this is true for most of his movies, is that if you removed the prettiness, there would be nothing else there. Get rid of the costumes, the songs, the make-up and jewelry. Get rid of the elegant dialogue and gorgeous stars. And, what’s left? Is there anything at the core of the movie, any soul to the story or the characters that can support this whole pretty pretty infrastructure? Generally, no.

I love Khamoshi, and I love Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. I think they had really interesting things to say, and the characters made me believe in real pain, not just poetic romantic pain. When (SPOILERS) Manisha’s little brother dies in Khamoshi, or when (SPOILERS) Salman loses Aishwarya at the end of Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, (SPOILERS OVER) that felt like it was more about these characters and how they felt, than about Bhansali standing back and saying “Now, if I make this happen next, I can paint this pretty picture about it.”

(Also, this song is better than anything in Devdas. Especially the opening and closing. An old woman trying to cheer up her grandchildren and hide her own feelings while the piano she loves is sold to raise money for the household, that makes me feel something)

I can understand Bhansali’s temptation to make movies that are just about the pictures, because his pictures are really really pretty. But I wish he would stop trying to hang them on top of characters and story, because the story and characters always ends up getting short shrift. If he just went full MF Hussain and did movies that were abstract loosely connected concepts just in service of the images, I wouldn’t mind as much.

(pretty! And ultimately meaningless! Besides providing us with a moment of beauty. Also, a more realistic vision of the life of a prostitute than anything in Devdas)

Devdas is where Bhansali first switched over for me to feeling like he started with the images and dialogue he wanted, and filled in the plot later. And, unfortunately, when he filled in the plot, he decided to use the same names for his characters as in the novel Devdas, and lift a few images from Bimal Roy and Barua’s earlier versions.

Or maybe he started with Devdas, with the loose outline of a boy and girl who had a push-pull relationship since they were neighbors as children, almost got engaged as adults but it fell apart, and then he went on to be an alcoholic who hung out with a Tawaif who fell in love for him, while she went on to marry a rich widower. And then the boy died lying in front of the gate of his childhood friend. He kept that outline, but then built and built and built on it, until it was basically hidden. Feel free to ask in the comments, “was this bit in the novel? Or this? Or this?” But really, you can safely assume NONE OF IT was in the novel. Or any previous version. 90% of the plot is a complete invention of Bhansali.

That wouldn’t be such a problem, I mean Kashyap also invented all kinds of things and made a bunch of crazy changes, but Bhansali’s changes show that he missed the point of the story entirely. The point of the story is too look past the surface, that the disgusting alcoholic may be hiding a kind nature that makes him too weak to fight for his own rights, whether it is his inheritance or his true love. That the boring matron, beloved by her children and her charities, might be hiding a passionate nature that once would have done anything for love. That the glamorous Tawaif may be hiding a practical sense of money and tender nursing skills. And, most of all, that the most boring everyday story can hide a certain beauty. The beauty isn’t supposed to be right there on the surface wopping us in the face all the time!

(Wop! Wop! Wop! THEY ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND DRAMATIC AND PERFECT LOVERS OF ALL TIME!!! BOW DOWN IN ENVY OF THEM!!!)

Devdas is supposed to be a drama-less tale. A poetry-less tale. No one besides Dev and Paro even knows their hearts were broken. That is their tragedy, that they are awkward and unable to convey their emotions. That they don’t want to make any issues or cause concerns for their family, so they never tell anyone how they feel and keep it all inside.

(Bhansali’s Paro. Not exactly keeping her feelings to herself.)

Now, if you only saw the Bhansali version, did you get any of that? Here’s some other things that were important in the novel and the previous versions: Paro is so beloved by her new family and children, that her son is even willing to break with his new wife over a perceived slight to her; Chandramukhi is good at her job, but is a somewhat average Tawaif, a little over the hill and small time without much in savings, forced to economize when she gives up her career because of her love for Dev; Dev by halfway through is such an unpleasant addict, begging his brother for money, dangerously thin, and full of nervous energy that his old friends find him kind of gross and only Chandra can put up with him. Did you get any of that either?

Back in my first post, I broke down the 5 important points, as I saw them, from Devdas the novel that were carried through into the most important Hindi Devdas adaptations, Barua in 1936, Bimal Roy in 1955, and Dev D in 2009. Here they are again:

Childhood as a time of innocence and happiness and promise, although already over-shadowed by personality flaws that will ultimately destroy them.

A failed romance that never even really starts in adulthood, truly over before it began, before they can fully grasp what they have lost.

Chandramukhi as a figure who starts as a one dimensional fantasy, and slowly becomes more solid and practical and “real” than anyone else, the only character to talk about rent and groceries and money.

Dev as a figure who becomes not just tragic, but kind of gross. He is described in the novel, and somewhat played in the ’36 and ’55 and Dev D films, as being ill, unpleasant to look at, with sunken eyes and cheeks and an odd demeanor. In the novel, after death, his body is half-burned, then pecked by vultures and then fought over by dogs. It’s not exactly a lovely “dying with his hand outstretched!” image.

Paro as a character who becomes kind of sapped of life. She is good and generous and charitable, but she also retires to become the sort of dowager of her home, on her wedding night she tells her husband not to worry about their age difference because “Women age quickly”, which is exactly what happens to her.

(Chandra, having given up her career now that love for Dev makes it feel empty, is living on 20 rupees a month and struggling to get by with the bare minimum, while Paro has grown old before her time, is the respected dowager of the house, beloved by her grown children and only interested in her charitable works. Two women who would never make you think of romance or tragedy are hiding their secret in their hearts, never to be spoken or even hinted at, while society overlooks them. That’s what this song makes you think of, right?)

So, basically every point there is missed by Bhansali. I think it’s that point 1 where he lost his way. The novel, and the Roy adaptation have this bright shining beautiful view of childhood, and their passionate connection, and long days spent together. It is the loss of that, the loss of their beauty and passion and faith and love, that is like 70% of the novel, and the films. The romance happens so fast, it is over before the realize what they have lost, and then the rest of their life is spent slowly discovering how their lives were forever changed.

But Bhansali just really liked the idea of the beauty and passion and love and kind of got stuck in that mode and couldn’t let it go. It would be like if someone made an adaptation of A Christmas Carol and just made it about Scrooge going around being cheap and miserly for two hours, and then ended.

But, okay, I’m going to try to set aside what this adaptation could/should have been, and deal with it on its own, as though it were an original story.

And you know, I still don’t really like it! Ram-Leela is more or less an original story, and I don’t like that. Same for Bajirao. I just don’t like Bhansali! Well, latter-day Bhansali.

Here’s my problem with Devdas, setting aside the missing the point of the source. I never get a sense of these people as characters who, like, go to the bathroom. Or get hungry. Or sometimes just don’t feel like talking. They are all perfect all the time, like it is their life’s goal to be beautiful and charming and clever. Isn’t that just kind of shallow? To have no purpose in life besides beauty and “loooooooooooooooove”?

I know this sounds like a silly complaint, since isn’t that what all romance characters are like? But, no! They aren’t! Especially not in Indian romances. Romance isn’t just about “looooooooove”, it’s about what that love means for society, how it can break up society or make it stronger, how it can shake people up and give them greater goals, how it can make you a better deeper person in ways unrelated to your love story.

Like, Sultan! That film laid it out very clearly. He cared what Anushka thought about him, which made him look at himself and care about how he was seen in the world, which made him into a better person. It started with caring about her, making a connection outside of his regular circle, but it lead him on a journey to making a better world.

Devdas, not so much! Dev himself just drinks and drinks and drinks and never really gets any better (or worse) than he was in the beginning. Paro is beautiful and faithful, and that’s kind of it, start to finish. Chandra is lovely and elegant and “fun”, and that’s all she is, start to finish.

(She’s wearing slightly plainer clothes, and doing it with a different purpose, but she is still dancing and singing for men just like before. She isn’t struggling for money and only dancing when she has to, in order to survive. And saving Dev through careful nursing, and paying for his expenses and financial support)

Okay, I have to do another novel/other versions comparison. Not because it “should” have been like the novel, but just to give you another example on how this could have worked for the characters, how their broken hearts could have made them better people. In this, Chandra saves Dev’s life by “distracting” him, the doctor tells her never to let him be bored. So she is even more constantly fun and amusing than she was in the beginning. In the other versions, she comes back to the city after living in a village just to find him, and then nurses him back to health through, you know, nursing! Messy, unpleasant, unpretty nursing. In the end, Dev goes from seeing her as just a distracting, a fake woman, to seeing her as noble and generous and enduring, and with a depth at the heart of her that no other man has been allowed to see.

Paro goes from a flighty flirty passionate woman who is always getting into fights, to one with great compassion and generosity. Once she loses Dev, she doesn’t want anything for herself, which makes her incredibly generous both to strangers (through charities and so on) and to her family, being wise and compassionate and giving to her new daughter and sons and daughter-in-law. Her broken heart turns her into a better person.

(She dresses plainly and gives all her jewelry to her daughter and daughter-in-law. She tells her daughter to think of her as “just another servant” in the house. She gives so many clothes to charity, her daughter-in-law is forced to take control of the household accounts. Yeah, that’s what I think when I see this picture)

And then there’s Dev. He slowly loses all the fight in him. In Bhansali’s version, he walks out of his house after a huge knock down drag out fight with his family over money. In all the other versions, there is no fight. That’s the point. He signs away his inheritance without a second thought, because he doesn’t want to cause a bother, to demand anything from anyone. It is the same reason he never calls for help from Chandramukhi or Paro at the end of his life.

(A man who lets his inheritance go through just not caring enough to ask for it, slowly fading from the lives of all who knew him. Or, not)

But in Bhansali’s version, “love” makes no real change in any of these people. They suffer for it, sure, in the most cinematic and dramatic fashion possible. But this suffering never teaches them anything, and they never seem to really fight against it, instead they glory in it. It’s selfish, really. Enjoying their misery with no thought as to how it affects others or why they should try to be better.

And boring! Who wants to spend time with people who are all “Dev Dev Dev” “Paro Paro Paro” “Dev Dev Dev” all the time? Get some other interests, for goodness sake!

There is one thing that Bhansali really nails, the song sequences. Because song sequences are all about evoking one solitary emotion to the nth degree. His songs convey what he is too unimaginative to evoke in the rest of the film. Well, some of them. He also falls into the trap of conveying the same thing over and over and over again until I have had surfiet of it.

(Right there for the first 2/3rds of this song. And then by the end Paro is holding the lamp out of the paliquin and Shahrukh is helping to carry it, and I am thinking “Oh just GET OVER YOURSELVES!!!”)

Oh! That’s what I am thinking of! Twelfth Night! Now, in case you don’t remember the original play, Viola is in disguise working for Orsino, who thinks he is in love with Olivia. But the point is, he isn’t! He is always swanning around, asking for the musicians to play on “if music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.”

Orsino thinks love means being miserable, playing music, reciting poetry. But Viola knows it is something different, it is about actually doing something, making an effort. This is her suggestion for how to court Olivia: “Make me a willow cabin at your gate, and call upon my soul within the house; write loyal cantons of contemned love, and sing them loud even in the dead of night; halloo your name to the reverberate hills, and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out ‘Olivia’ O, you should not rest between the elements of air and earth.”

By the end of Twelfth Night, the lovers have been sorted into fools and fakes, and real loves with successful stories versus fake loves that ended in a laugh at how silly it all was. Orsino ends up with Viola, not Olivia. Olivia ends up with Sebastian, not Viola who she thought she loved, mistaking Viola’s love for Orsino for love for her. It is that second half which is missing in Bhansali’s Devdas. These are all fools! Terrible shallow fake fools who would rather play music and wait for their love to die away, than make an effort to be happy. But Bhansali’s film never seems to recognize or acknowledge their shallowness, or invite us to laugh at them.

I have some other problems with this film, like the fetishization of Indian history in an almost “Look! It’s Colonial Calcutta Disneyland!” way.

(Bhansali’s idea of prostitutes/courtesans in colonial Calcutta, versus PC Barua’s version as someone who actually, you know, hung out with high class prostitutes in colonial Calcutta)

Or the way it was packaged and sold to the west as “the” Indian film, as though this pretty people having pretty problems in olden times is all there is to the entire history of Indian film. And this is in a year when Company came out!

(The “other” break out hero of India in 2002. Less dreamy romance, more gangster struggling for survival and afraid to let any weakness show, even love. And also the “other” break out director of 2002, less about big dreamy expensive scenes than brilliantly filmed dirt cheap and dead simple)

Or the way it minimizes the female characters even more than the male, making Chandramukhi into yet another prostitute who just does it for, I don’t know, fun?-instead of economic necessity. And Paro into yet another rich socialite who only cares about her broken heart and never considers using all her wealthy to do any good in the world. And that’s not even talking about how all the older woman in the film are shown to be short-sighted, petty, and status-focused.

(Meanwhile, that same year, Jaya Bachchan in Koi Mere Dil Se Pooche is encouraging her daughter-in-law to remarry even if it means she has to kill her own son.)

But, as I said, very pretty! A very pretty film. I could watch the songs over and over again. And have. I only hope I still can, now that I know the movie that surrounds them.

(Thank goodness, Madhuri is still wonderful)

Shahrukh Day Once More! My Least Favorite Shahrukh Film Bit of a controversial one, sorry if you like it, but I just don't! And if you also don't like it and have a hard time articulating why, maybe this review will help you.

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sindrafalcone · 7 years

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Wrong Number, Right Call (part 2)

Part 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: Texting leads to phone calls and feelings...

Warnings: There’s a little talk about nightmares and depression in this chapter. Nothing too in detail, though.

Author’s Note: Continuation of the Tabi fluff! <3 Although things get a little more “real” in this chapter. There’s feels & stuff... lol

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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Seung Hyun didn’t text that night. But the night after, at three in the morning, you received a message…

So… this is a text. it said.

I can see that. you replied, and immediately felt bad. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable about the whole thing, so you quickly fired off another text in an attempt to start a conversation. Do you happen to like art?

Contemporary. he immediately replied.

Art Nouveau. you sent back.

Gasp! Seung Hyun texted. TRAITOR!

And, just like that, the two of you were off.

It became a habit, texting each other. At first it happened only a handful of times a week, mostly late at night & in the small hours of the morning. But by the time a month had passed since that initial contact, you were texting during the day as well. Not daily, but almost, and usually about inconsequential things. Sometimes you watched movies at night, or binge-watched dramas. For eight (not consecutive) nights you both watched, at Seung Hyun's insistence, nothing but Coffee Prince. Somehow it was something you hadn't watched yet, and you were sorely disappointed in everyone who had ever suggested any drama to you and somehow failed to include it.

You talked about other things too, though. Not really in the deep, soul-baring kind of conversations you'd have with your best friend, but about little tidbits in between other things. You found out that Seung Hyun really did have a lot of nightmares, even though they tapered off as the month progressed. Not that you could really talk. Your own nightmares and restless nights caused by bouts of insomnia were entirely random, they didn't wane and didn't really wax either.

Seung Hyun was a thoughtful guy, you learned. Most of your conversations might have appeared silly at first glance, about movies or TV shows and the characters in them, but Seung Hyun was insightful in a casual way that was actually rather endearing. It was... charming, really, how much thought he put into it. His commentary was sometimes hilarious. He didn't make fun of the show, but, as he said, it was also kind of hard to take it entirely seriously and sometimes you laughed so hard there were tears in your eyes.

And somehow among all that, you still ended up revealing things to each other that you would not talk about with any of your friends. Well, that was wrong. You would talk about it if they asked, but you wouldn't just randomly bring it up. But with Seung Hyun, you somehow did.

You talked about being disoriented sometimes, like you were in the wrong place and the wrong time & you felt like a stranger in your own home, in your own skin, and didn't know how to do anything but breathe. Seung Hyun said that he could relate to that so much it hurt and couldn't offer more than that.

These confessions always happened in the dead of night and it was a little strange, considering how you were really just strangers. But after a month of very regular contact, it didn't feel that way. In fact, you would call Seung Hyun your friend. Not someone you would call to pick you up if you were drunk at a bar, but still someone you would text if you needed somebody to talk to.

Which was why you were secretly pleased when Seung Hyun actually called you one night. Well, at first you were startled, then confused, then worried when when you saw who was calling your phone. It was just past midnight but that wasn't the issue... since that initial 'wrong number' call, the two of you hadn't spoken on the phone at all. But you had, once, you reminded yourself, and that made it a little easier to accept the call.

"Yes?"

"________-ah!" Seung Hyun said your name very loudly. All of a sudden you understood what people meant when they said that they could hear the caps lock. You had always thought it was a silly way of saying shouting, but, no... you heard the caps lock.

“Seung Hyun." you answered. He was somewhere noisy, but not actually loud, though it was impossible to tell exactly where from the background noise. It was just a low murmur of people.

"_______-ah." Seung Hyun repeated your name, this time drawing out every single letter. He was definitely drunk, or at the very least well past the point of being tipsy.

"Seung Hyun." you said again, as amused as you were confused now. "Everything alright?"

"Iss our annivers'ry," he informed you very seriously.

"Anniversary?" you repeated, puzzled for just a moment until you realized what Seung Hyun meant. It had been one month since that phone call. Exactly one month, apparently. "Oh! Right, it is. Is that why you're celebrating?"

"No." Seung Hyun frowned. You could also hear the frown, you weren't sure how, but you could. "The guys said I need to get out more?"

It sounded like a question, but you definitely heard noise in the background, possibly a bar... something indoors, in any case. "So you went out?"

"Yesssssssss I'm out." Seung Hyun confirmed in that exaggerated manner people sometimes used while drunk. “I'm so far out, ________-ah”

No laughing at the drunk person, you reminded yourself, unable to suppress a smile. "That's great, Seung Hyun-ah. More power to you. Is there somebody with you?"

"They was just..." his voice turned distant like he turned away from the phone to look around. His voice got quiet and far away & you had a little trouble hearing what he said next. “I think... OH! Yes there." Then he put the phone back to his ear and kept on talking. "They're there... there they... they are. There. I'm watching the table _______-ah. 'Cause I don' wanna dance."

"Are you?" for some reason, you found yourself smiling up at the ceiling. "But you're not alone, that's good. They'll make sure you get home safe?"

"I don' wanna dance _______-ah." Seung Hyun informed you seriously, entirely ignoring the question. “Do you think it'ssss 'cause the dark thoughts in my mind? My depression?”

Suddenly, this wasn't so amusing anymore. You felt shocked, and dismayed, on behalf of your friend. Because of his depression, but also because Seung Hyun had just drunkenly told you something you were pretty sure he wouldn't have told you otherwise. At least not yet.

"________ah?" Seung Hyun asked, sounding a little forlorn.

"Yeah, I'm here, Seung Hyun. That might be part of it." you said, making sure to keep your voice calm and even. "Listen, I'm not sure you wanted to tell me that, maybe we should hang up?"

"Hang up?" he repeated, dismayed. "I jus called you! Iss our anniversary!"

"That's true, and I'm very flattered you thought of me." you agreed. You definitely should end this call, Seung Hyun wouldn't thank you tomorrow if you didn't, especially if he ended up spilling more secrets. But somehow you found yourself unable to with him sounding so sad at the prospect.

"Are you happy _______-ah?" he asked, still with that forlorn undertone in his voice. "'Cause I'm not sure you are. An' sometimes I'm not happy and I'm sad that you're not either."

"Everybody gets sad sometimes." you said quietly. "I'm happy that you called me."

"You are?" it was like the sun rose in Seung Hyun's voice, he audibly perked up and it was utterly adorable. "Tha's good!"

"Yes." you agreed with a smile just as the noise in the background suddenly increased. Some people with loud voices were apparently gathering around Seung Hyun. You couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they sounded friendly & he was laughing.

Then, you heard a loud voice close by say. "Did you drunk dial somebody?"

"________-ah." Seung Hyun said seriously. "Iss our anniversssary."

"Aww...." the person said cutely. "Can I talk to her for a minute?"

Seung Hyun must have been okay with that, because next thing you heard was a completely different voice speaking into the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello." you returned the greeting, not quite sure what the protocol was here.

"Hey, this is Daesung, one of Seung Hyun's friends. And also the designated driver so I'm the only sober one. I'm sorry about the drunk dialing, I'll keep him from doing it again okay?"

"Nah, that's okay. I don't mind." you waved off his concern and apology. "So you'll get him home safely?"

"Sure thing. Bye!"

He hung up, leaving you with the dial tone and a sinking feeling in your chest that you were in deeper than you had previously thought.

For a moment you stared at your phone. Then, hesitantly, you sent Seung Hyun a text: Hope you're ok and sleep well!

You got no reply, but you didn't expect one. Phone on the nightstand, you stared up at the ceiling and went back to counting sheep in a vain attempt at falling asleep.

Well into the next morning, you received a text.

Please tell me I didn't do what I think I did.

I can only do that if you tell me what you think you did. you replied. Hangover bad?

Moderate, but I still hate everyone for letting me drink so much. Seung Hyun texted back. Sorry for drunk calling you.

It's okay, I wasn't asleep anyway. you replied. Happy anniversary, by the way. ;)

Seung Hyun texted back so fast that you honestly suspected he had super texting powers. Oh my god... everyone thinks we're dating now! Sorry about that.

So, you were probably not going to talk about the accidental spilling of secrets he indulged in last night. If that was how Seung Hyun preferred it, that was okay. You weren't going to bring it up.

No big deal. Not like it's me they're going to give a hard time to for not telling them. ;p

Oh I see how it is... Seung Hyun texted back. Then, after a moment: So, you know about the depression thing now.

Or maybe you were going to talk about it. Okay.

Yes. I'm sorry, I should have hung up when I realized that you were drunk.

Did you just apologize because drunk me told you something sober me hadn't told you yet??? he wrote back quickly. Although sober me sort of wanted to tell you but didn't know how, so I guess it's a good thing drunk me took care of that.

You don't have to tell me anything you're uncomfortable with me knowing. you replied.

Anyways... sorry. I need to go coddle my hangover. I'll text you later. he sent back.

Bye. You texted him then sighed and went to do laundry.

A couple of days later you received a picture of two baking mixes (one for brownies, one for chocolate muffins), on a shelf next to each other, clearly in a supermarket.

I'm craving chocolate. Which one??? Seung Hyun sent after the picture.

Oh, no. There was no way you could explain in texts just how wrong he was right now. You hesitated for only a second before you dialed his number.

"Yes?" he accepted the call. His voice was pleasant, a little rough, and you were starting to think that was normal as opposed to a drunk thing. "It was a simple question, you didn't need to call."

'I could always hang up', was what you meant to say, but what actually came out was. "No."

"Huh?"

"No." you repeated. You were committed now, you might as well continue. "Do you know how many chemicals and crap are in those things?! Seriously. I'm going to read you a list of things to buy and you're going to get them, and then I'm sending you a recipe and you're going to follow that. Okay?"

"Wow." Seung Hyun said sounding amused. "So this is a thing for you? No baking mixes?"

"You may as well just eat the plastic bag they come in." you replied firmly. "Now, back away from those boxes, turn right and exit that aisle."

"Yes, ma'am." he chuckled, even more amused now, but he followed your instructions and got the ingredients you told him to get. You stayed on the phone until he paid and was standing outside the supermarket with his bags.

"You can hang up now, I'm not going to go back in there and buy a mix. I promise." he told you, laughter still in his voice.

"You better not." you threatened playfully. "I'm sending you the recipe now, okay?"

"You do that."

"Bye." you said, feeling strangely unsure all of a sudden. You waited until Seung Hyun returned the word, then hung up and immediately sent him a link to the recipe.

Nice to know I'm making brownies. Seung Hyun texted. Be prepared for in progress pics. You got me into this mess, you can damn well watch me dig my own grave...

It'll be fine, you did great with the cookies and they're harder to make. you replied.

Hah! was all he sent back. But he did send you pictures of his progress and at the end, a picture of the brownies as they came out of the oven with the words: Looking good, huh?

Very good. You told him. See? Everything went great.

I'm kind of surprised. Seung Hyun replied. I've never gone out to the store by myself, bought ingredients and baked something from scratch until I met you.

You smiled. Well, you have a talent, then. That's pretty cool.

Clearly... he sent back, obviously impressed with himself.

You probably shouldn't have found it as adorable as you did.

From that point on you didn't just text, you also started calling each other. At first, it was just every now and then. After the baking mix incident, it was three days before you talked on the phone again. But it started happening more and more often. Initially you had reasons for calling each other. But as time went on, you used less and less excuses or reasons and just called each other randomly, until it got to the point where you talked almost daily.

By the time three months had passed since that first misdialed call, you were talking every evening and Seung Hyun was intimately aware that he was in trouble. He was really in trouble.

The thing was... he might have felt like he knew you, and he did in a lot of ways, but he was very conscious of the fact that he only knew what you wanted him to know. And the reason why he was so sure of that was because the same held true for what you knew about him. There were a lot of things that he hadn't told you yet.

Namely, the fact that he was also T.O.P. Which included a number of other bigger and smaller secrets that he had never really thought about until he had to hide them from you in order to keep the whole celebrity thing a secret. For example where he lived... his district wasn't exactly a common residential area. Not that you had ever talked about that, but both of you had brushed the topic of which parts of the city you lived in. Where his villa was located wasn't really something he could tell you without you drawing some unwelcome conclusions, or getting suspicious about how he could afford to live there. You knew too much about his childhood to think that he'd inherited enough to live as lavishly as he did now.

This was a problem Seung Hyun didn't know how to get out of. Part of him was honestly scared of telling you who he was because you knew some intimate things about him that he didn't want the public to know. Not that he thought for one second that you would be the type to blab to the media, but the huge, (not always welcome) amount of fame that came with his career sometimes made people do the strangest things. One time he actually saw a woman scrape dirt off the tire of his car, fold it into a napkin and walk away with a smile on her face. It was scary, creepy, and weird... how completely normal people could get totally carried away. They might feel embarrassed about it afterwards, but it still happened.

Seung Hyun was aware that it wasn't really about him but about what he symbolized. Or rather, what the Idol side of him symbolized. Unfortunately, a lot of people had difficulties telling the differences between Seung Hyun and T.O.P until after they had hung out with him a couple of times. A lot of younger artists within the YG label had that problem. They would usually shyly admit that to him months after they'd first met him, and they of all people should know better.

And not all reactions to his fame were good. It was actually Yang who had warned him about that, but he didn't need to... by that point Seung Hyun had already had the experience himself. The barista at that cafe he used to go to sold "her story" to the media, about how she used to serve T.O.P several times a week, what kind of things he ordered, and how "sad and lost and forlorn" he looked. It had been small and trivial in the grand scheme of things, but it had hurt nonetheless.

Seung Hyun didn't want to believe that you were that kind of person. He didn't believe it. But it had been drilled into him to be cautious, and he hadn't met you in person yet. Usually he was a good judge of character, but could he rely on that when he had never met you face to face?

He shouldn't, he was aware of that, and he felt horrible for thinking such things about you.

The obvious solution, of course, would be to meet you. But he really couldn't do that, for equally obvious reasons, and so he felt a bit trapped. He wanted to, he really wanted to meet you and see where this could go, but at the same time he was terrified that once he did, this safe little bubble of distance and anonymity he had built would burst. Maybe it would make room for something better, but there were so many ways things that could go wrong. People thought Seung Hyun was a bold person, but he really wasn't, not where it counted.

He also was not a good liar.

What's up? you texted him one day, a couple of days after Seung Hyun forced himself to face facts and had inevitably ended up trapped in a spiral of 'what if's?'. You've been broody lately.

Just thinking. he replied, well-aware that it was an evasion and still somehow unable to reply any other way. What else would he say, anyway?

What about? I mean, if you want to tell me.

"Here." Jiyong said in that moment, placing the cup of coffee he got for Seung Hyun on the table in front of him. "Now, we'll talk."

Seung Hyun got a sinking feeling in his chest. It was starting to dawn on him that the leader's, seemingly innocent, offer for coffee might not have been that innocent after all. "Uh... what about?"

Unimpressed, Jiyong raised one eyebrow at him.

His phone vibrated in that moment (a text from you, just reading Seung Hyun?) and Jiyong somehow managed to look even more unimpressed. It was uncanny how he could do that.

Jiyong had him cornered. Seung Hyun could recognize when there was no way out, and right now there wasn't one. "Uh, just a second." he told Jiyong, Then texted you, Sorry my friend just ambushed me. Apparently it's honesty hour. Talk to you later. Then he put his phone on silent and flipped it around so it laid display down on the table.

Jiyong just leveled Seung Hyun with a look as he took the seat opposite him.

"So, um." Seung Hyun bit his lip and took a sip from his coffee to stall for a few seconds, but he honestly didn't know where to start or what exactly Jiyong wanted to talk about. "What's up?"

"That, for one thing." he nodded towards the phone. "You've done a good job at being inconspicuous, but it was only a matter of time until somebody figured out that it wasn't one of us you were texting all the time." Supporting his chin on one hand, he looked at his friend for a moment. "Don't get me wrong, this is private and none of anybody's business, which was why I didn't bring it up when I figured it out two months ago. It's probably also why nobody else has brought it up, if anybody has figured it out yet. But you've been looking unhappy lately. Why?"

It came out almost like an interrogation, but Seung Hyun knew Jiyong well enough to know that, for him, this was his way of showing concern. He might not always know how to express it, but he cared. He might even be worried.

Unsure, Seung Hyun drew his lower lip between his teeth and thought about it for a moment. "Would you say I'm a good judge of character?"

Caught a little off-guard, Jiyong blinked. Then he shifted, suddenly uncomfortable, and looked down at his own cup, brows furrowed. "You tell me. A lot of people would tell you not to trust me, so..."

Face softening, Seung Hyun reached out to touch the other man's hand. When Jiyong stilled instead of pulling away, he slid his fingers into his palm and squeezed a little. "I'm not wrong about you. You may hide under a million layers and sometimes I'm not sure even you know who you are, but you're a good friend."

Jiyong squeezed back and nodded slightly. Then he sighed, exasperated, and sat back in his chair, letting go of Seung Hyun's hand. "I meant to find out why you're sad, not end up with you comforting me. How do you do that?"

Mouth quirking, Seung Hyun shrugged. "Genuine caring might play a part in it, at least where you're involved."

Still pointedly exasperated, Jiyong huffed and looked away. Seung Hyun smiled and looked down at his coffee again to give him a moment.

"So..." Jiyong said after a while. "What's up with you? Is it because of the people you've been texting?"

"Not really because of... her." Seung Hyun admitted, deliberately giving away the fact that it was just one single person, and your gender. "More because... well..."

Frowning, Seung Hyun stared into his coffee. There was no way to tell Jiyong his problem without first explaining the circumstances, so he sighed and summed it up as best he could.

"Three months ago, I accidentally called a wrong number. There was this woman at the other end of the phone, we didn't talk or anything...” he hastened to point out. “I hung up pretty quickly. Nothing extraordinary. But somehow we started texting, and then texting more, and eventually talking on the phone. I'm pretty sure we're friends now but..."

This was where he paused, because he hadn't even really admitted it to himself yet. It just sounded so ridiculous, when he put it like that. How well could you really know a person you'd never even met? Then again, how wrong could you be about a person you talked to and texted every day?

"I like her." he said lamely after too long a pause. No doubt Jiyong would draw his own conclusions from those three little words. "But she doesn't know I'm an Idol."

"And you're not sure you can trust her." Jiyong concluded.

When he said it like that, Seung Hyun felt even more guilty. He ducked his head and stared moodily into his coffee cup again. "Yeah. I want to trust her, and I feel bad for not trusting her, but..."

"But you've told her secrets that you don't want to end up in public."

Seung Hyun was long past the point of wondering how the leader managed to do that. It probably wasn't even a difficult conclusion to arrive at, but Jiyong always had the ability of being able to get right down to the root of the issue. He was always right, and he was always fast.

"Yes." he confirmed quietly.

"Hyung..." Jiyong leaned towards him. "You don't have to feel guilty about that. Your whole life is practically a matter of public record. It's entirely natural to be protective of your privacy. Although.." one of his eyebrows hitched up. "In light of that fact, it was rather unwise to spill your secrets to a complete stranger."

"It's not like I told her stuff about the group!" Seung Hyun immediately protested. "Or any deep dark secrets. It's just... intimate, some things. Not things I want to be asked about at press conferences, you know?"

"Yes, I know." Jiyong said softly. "Well..." he continued after a moment. "There's no point crying over spilled soju. You really have only two options: one, back away. Slowly withdraw from the relationship or just stop talking to her altogether. Two, talk to her. Tell her who you are. See what happens and take it from there."

Seung Hyun could only blink at him after that. He was completely right, of course, and it was so obvious, but somehow he didn't see it until Jiyong bluntly put it into words just now.

After a moment, that stunning realization wore off. "I don't want to stop talking to her, or withdraw." he told Jiyong softly. The thought of doing that was actually painful and that was a new realization all in itself. He hadn't known he was in so deep.

You were important to him. You weren't the only one Seung Hyun talked about private things with, or the only one he told everything to, but he did tell you a lot. And you trusted him with a lot too... like your nightmares & what they were about. Little things and bigger things, but it wasn't just that, it was simply your presence in Seung Hyun's life. It might have sounded silly, considering how you had never actually met, but you were an important part of his life. He looked forward to talking to you in the evening, your customary post-dinner phone call that sometimes lasted even past whatever the two of you were watching on TV that night. When he had a stray thought about something he thought you might find interesting, he found himself texting you before he had even made the conscious decision to do it. When something happened, you were usually the first person Seung Hyun wanted to talk to about it.

He wasn't fixated on you, at least he didn't think so. He had other friends that he spent time with and talked to frequently, and he didn't text you every time he so much as breathed or anything. But you were important to him, it was undeniable.

"Then there's really only one thing you can do." Jiyong said, well-aware that Seung Hyun knew it too. "There's no point in stalling, it'll only make you feel more nervous about it. I know you, hyung. You have the tendency to get too into your own head about things like this. Talk to her. Soon."

Seung Hyun swallowed thickly and nodded. The thought was still terrifying, because it was so much more likely he would lose you in some way, and that really was the scariest part. Not the fallout, that would hurt too, but he had a feeling that not being able to talk to you anymore would be the worst part of all.

Jiyong sighed heavily and narrowed his eyes. "I see. You're already in too deep. Text her, now."

"Text her?" Seung Hyun repeated, scandalized. "Jiyong, I can't just tell her something that important via text."

Jiyong rolled his eyes. "Tell her that you have something important to talk to her about. Don't say "we need to talk", those are break-up words and everyone knows it."

Thoroughly derailed, Seung Hyun flushed. "We're not... there's nothing to break up."

"Isn't there?" Jiyong raised an eyebrow at him, entirely unimpressed with the older man's self-awareness or lack thereof. "You're not the only one who talks to her every day. She talks to you every day too."

That was... very true. And it was a fact, not just something Jiyong said to try and encourage him. The tiny lift in confidence Seung Hyun felt from that was enough for him to pick up his phone and text you.

I have something important to talk to you about, let me know when you have time? Belatedly realizing how that sounded, he quickly followed it up with. Nothing bad, promise.

But he wasn't sure that was the entire truth.

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The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis

2007, 314 pages

First, we have some things to clear up. We thought it was pronounced “phallus.” We were wrong. It’s “fall-us” (like flawless without the first L).

DISAPPOINTING.

“A burnt-out political aide quits just before an election — but is forced to run a hopeless campaign on the way out. He makes a deal with a crusty old Scot, Angus McLintock — an engineering professor who will do anything, anything, to avoid teaching English to engineers — to let his name stand in the election. No need to campaign, certain to lose - or is he?”

Terry couldn’t find a publisher for BLP (that’s Best Laid Plans, my buds), so he decided to make a podcast instead. Thanks to the popularity of the podcast, he decided to self-publish, then won a Stephen Leacock Medal for Humour and got picked up by some publishers. The podcast is still available ad-free iTunes though, so we can all enjoy Terry’s work without paying a dime, and without having to open our eyes to do any actual reading. What a gem.

THOUGHTS:

Kathleen:

OH HI SORRY DID I JUST CALL TERRY PHALLUS A GEM? HE IS NOT. Put your space suits on, kids, cuz it’s time for a .gif storm.

By the time I got to the middle of the prologue, I was done with this book. I rage-read the whole thing. The prologue contains the worst sex scene ever written, and you can tell that Terry just thinks it’s so CLEVER. Get ready for some shitty political sex puns! Below is one small part of a two page sex scene between the House Leader and this guy’s girlfriend.

The House Leader occasionally shouted “hear, hear” and slapped her backbench in support. At one point, she amended her position on his bill, and the debate continued.

They were hurtling towards royal assent when I regained my faculties.

How many pages is this thing again? 314? Cool cool cool cool cool. Alright, well, let us delve into the Worst Piece of Garbage Ever To Be Written.

I don’t think I’ve read a book in a long time with such an unintentionally dislikeable main character. He’s the smuggest, most elitist little shitbag I’ve encountered in ages. The book was written in the first person, which is so detrimental to the story I can’t even tell you. I think we’re supposed to think this man is charming, but check this out:

The refrigerator was one of those side-by-side units, which initially left me flummoxed. When you’ve spend the first thirty-two years of your life with a freezer on top and the fridge on the bottom, switching all of a sudden to the left/right configuration required some acclimation.

This man is 32 years old and we’re supposed to think it’s cute that he doesn’t know how to use a FRIDGE.

The other character, Angus, is a brash Scottish man who’s accidentally got a job in government now! Because he was running for office, and then he won! Terry seems to think that “drinking whiskey” and “having stinky farts” are character traits. Get it? This man is Scottish!

Both these men are obsessed with grammar, which is just a vehicle for Terry to get preachy as HECK.

“Is that her?” she asked.

“Yes, that is she,” I replied, unable to hold back from correcting the grammar mistake daily made by the vast majority of Canadians.

I don’t know how he manages to squeeze so much ableism into each chapter, but does he ever. Every 3 pages or so, they have a line about how a character needs to up their medication. Yep. Like that’s just a fun joke we can make! You know how people have health concerns? Mental health things going on? Isn’t that just the FUNNIEST?

“Bradley, in case you didn’t know, Prozac now comes in a convenient, one-a-day formulation.” Nice light opening.

I knew that no one in the Leader’s office or at national campaign headquarters who was taking their medication as prescribed expected anything.

“I think it would be a good time for Bradley to up the dosage of whatever medication he’s on,” I sighed, laying my head on my desk blotter.

What left me wishing I had some medication of my own, or anyone else’s for that matter...

He stood up and shuffled after me like Eeyore off his medication.

Terry also wants us to think he’s good at feminism! He does that by having the main character remind us all that time that “I’m a feminist, but…” followed by him saying or doing something shitty. But that’s okay! He told us he was a feminist! He’s allowed to say shitty things about women after that!

He:

Tells us he is a feminist, then describes a woman’s appearance and her outfit for a full fucking page. This is the same woman he later describes as being like a sister, but one that you bang!

Tells us that he is a feminist, but then can’t listen to a word a woman is saying because she has a hat on! Silly women, don’t you know we literally can’t hear you because your outfits are so distracting!

Tells us he’s a feminist, but then tells us that he dislikes the head of the Alliance for Canadian Women (aka the ACW) because she’s too angry! You know those feminists! So mad!

He’s basically into the idea of being a feminist, as long as all women are smiling and docile. Also, Daniel, the main character, doesn’t get along well with the woman in charge of the ACW, for reasons mentioned above. But Angus does! He walks in on the two of them hugging and assumes for some reason it’s a literal brawl.

And then this happened. Terry compares winning a seat in Parliament, a job that people willingly apply for, is very similar to being a “sad-sack” person during the Holocaust:

I felt like the sad-sack inmate who had tunneled out of his cell only to miscalculate and surface in the gas chamber.

THAT'S RIGHT, HE MADE A JOKE ABOUT FUCKING GAS CHAMBERS. "LOOK AT ME, I APPLIED FOR A JOB, I GOT A JOB, I MAKE LOTS OF MONEY NOW, THAT'S TOTALLY THE SAME THING AS THE FUCKING HOLOCAUST!"

Me rn:

This book is literally a dumpster fire.

Róisín: This is the first book on the list I haven’t finished. And I feel like that in itself is enough of a review from me.

Kathleen: Side note: On the podcast, at the beginning of each episode, it says “And here’s author Terry Fallis, coming to you from his home in Toronto”

….it’s fucking Toronto, buddy. Are you trying to brag about how you own a home? This is a quote from when he won Canada Reads in 2011: “If I’m sounding a bit muffled, it’s because I’m curled on the floor of my third-floor library in the fetal position breathing into a paper bag,”

Don’t mind me, just in my library! My home has three floors! I am fancy!

...god I hate Terrence.

VERDICT: Should it be on the 30 before 30?

Róisín: Hard pass.

Kathleen:

Róisín: Kathleen, I’d like to thank you for doing all the heavy lifting this week.

Kathleen: I’m going to write a strongly worded letter to the CBC.

NEXT WEEK’S BOOK: Cereus Blooms at Night by Shani Mootoo

Just kidding, instead we took a hiatus!

#2soliddudes #CBC Books #30 before 30 #Best Laid Plans #Terry Fallis #Book list #book blog #book club #canlit

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