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volixia669 · 2 years
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So uh, hmm. I guess WB and HBOMax being all “YOU CAN’T USE JOHN CONSTANTINE BECAUSE WE’RE GONNA USE JOHN CONSTANTINE” to Legends of Tomorrow & Matt Ryan (who literally made the character popular again) as well as presumably to the showrunners of Sandman was rather presumptuous.
Unless they plan on using him in Doom Patrol or something, but tbh I’d be pretty pissed if Batgirl got cancelled for a Constantine movie.
Also I got rather fond of Welsh John Constantine dammit.
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Hey there!
I’d love to see your take on John Constantine and a fem presenting (nonbinary) reader who’s also a magic user, if you’re up for it!
(I love any and all things Constantine, so like, whatever you think you can do, I’ll take!)
Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took so long. I re-wrote this piece like 4 times. 🥴
I wasn't sure how to write a nonbinary yet fem presenting reader, so I tried to keep it gender neutral for the most part. I hope that's okay and that you enjoy this anyways! 💕
You watch his movements with a critical eye. It takes a lot of energy to keep your expression neutral and to bite your tongue as to not nag. However, Constantine is perceptive enough to take notice.
"If you have somethin' to say, just say it."
His tone of exasperation and annoyance matches his expression. The scratching of the chalk against the stone floor has halted. He waits for you to speak.
If he insists. "You're writing is like chicken scratch." Brutal honesty it is. You carefully move closer towards the magic circle he's drawn. "The lines of your runes seem just a tad wobbly. Some of them are off by a couple of degrees. If you don't-"
"I bloody well have been copying yours stroke by stroke." He replies, pointing towards your own magic circle.
A hand is held out to him. You nod towards the chalk. "May I?"
It's placed in your hand as he grumbles. He moves back to observe the corrections you're about to make. That's fine. It'll settle your nerves knowing that you've done so. Magic is one fo the few things you're a perfectionist with. Really one must be. Make a wrong move, say an incorrect word or use an inaccurate ingredient and the consequences could be deadly.
With care you take the time to make your corrections. Lines are straightened out. Strokes are made crisper. You do this in silence as he stares on. Once finished you beckon him to step back into the circle, giving him the warning not to smear or erase any of the chalk.
"You're a real bossy bird, you know that?"
When he steps in you step out. Hastily you make your way over to several densely packed plastic bags. From them you start pulling out enough candles to light a small village. However there's two that not like the others. These two you made. They're imperfect compared to the store bought ones. The wax is blacker than any ink; a contrast to the sea of garish colors.
Around each magic circle the candles are set ---all except the special two. You set one inside your circle and the other in his.
"Is all this really necessary? It's a bit theatrical for me tastes." He lights up a ciggie, taking several drags.
"Inconvenient is the word you should have used. You don't mind theatrics. It's the act of having to have patience you despise." You dig a pocket knife out from your back jeans pocket. "You ready?"
He gives you a nod, expression softening. "Aye. Ta for the help." He offers the cigarette to you, to which you accept a few puffs from. You grab his hand and flip it over to press a kiss to the palm. His skin is warm yet his hand feels rough; not calloused but like a person who frequently works with their hands. You've had the pleasure of knowing just how skilled he is with said hands.
You murmur an apology before slicing his palm. Blood bubbles to the surface. He let's a few drops drop onto the black candle. A flame bursts forth, burning a bright purple. You make your way into your own circle and complete the same process. Once both candles are lit with the violet flame, you and Constantine began reciting the spell. When the runes start glowing you know the ritual has started.
Even if it might be the wrong time for such a thing, you can't help but shoot him a smug grin.
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tvsotherworlds · 2 years
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magpieinthemorning · 2 years
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Ok I bit the bullet, first Sandman episode down ...
- Especially the cinematography and the music are so generic and boring :/ 
- Everything is washed in a dull grey and honestly a bit hard to see (while the comics look weird and very colourful)
- The CGI looks kind of bad, and there is a lot of it :/ It’s CGI, they could have made it even a little bit quirky?
- The pacing was quite boring :-s Even though I remembered surprisingly little from the beginning of the comic and the plot could easily have surprised me ... (Edit: I flipped through the 1st book and they left out so many fun things! :( With faster and better pacing they could have fit in quite a lot more :( ...)
- Where is all the bizarre gore of the comic xD
- I’m enjoying the gender and race swapping though :D It’s a fun surprise every time a character is introduced to see what they are like in this version. 
- So many characters being gay/bi is true to the comic ♥ fyi
- Really scary to see Dream in like, realistic physical form :O xD D:
- Why tf are his eyes blue :/ (I read that supposedly it was to allow the actor a wider range of expressions while he's just sitting there in silence, but did he really need irises for that? He could've had black contacts ...)
- That shot of him squatting to pick up the sand, where instead of filming it from an angle that hid his private parts, they had him cover them with his hand ...? *crying* why xD why would he do that T^T ... I really really did not want to see that ... T^T 
- So Neil Gaiman once said, “By hook or by crook, by fair means or foul, I blocked and stopped so many bad ‘Sandman’ movies.” Maybe this one was just not terrible, so he said okay?
- Maybe it will get better, or I will get into it more ... :-s
- Can’t wait to see gender swapped John Constantine :3 I'd love it if she has the exact same personality and style ♥
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thenightling · 3 years
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Not to gatekeep but...
I don't want to sound like I'm gatekeeping but 
1.  First there were "fans" angry that canonically bisexual John Constantine was bisexual on the CW.  They even claimed the CW was ruining him for an agenda.  
2.  Then there were "fans" "confused" that canonically nonbinary Desire from The Sandman is nonbinary in Netflix’s The Sandman.  They even claimed Netflix was doing it for “Woke points.” Now 3.  There are "fans" upset that canonically (of the comics and myths) Loki is bisexual in his show.  Yet again there are claims that Disney+ is doing it for an agenda...   And each time they act as if this was something new added to the character that was not originally there.   As someone who is actually familiar with the canonical comic versions of all of these characters...  and seeing how upset these fans are for not knowing such a basic trait of these characters,  they'll let anyone call themselves fans these days, won't they?
I almost want to see The Sandman make Morpheus bisexual, i.e. change the gender of Nada to male, just to watch these fans flip out that there is a comic character who genuinely was not portrayed as bisexual, now being portrayed as bisexual.   
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Agree it’s not much use comparing to previous og seasons but since you brought it up… 😄 The very clear difference to me here is that we knew Isak was closeted going into his season. So even with all the set up with Emma in those earlier eps we were never rooting for them as a couple. So when Even came along to disrupt things we were happy about it.
I feel like Drucks doing almost the exact opposite here with Isi and Sascha. We’ve had so many clips with the two of them showing their connection and some clear flirty/pining scenes that it can only really make the audience want to ship them. I mean looking at the comments on the insta and YouTube it’s clear most of the audience love them already. So I get that druck may flip this on it’s head later down the line but I think they’ve built up so much with them intentionally already that I would worry about audience response to that now.
Sorry this is long but my point is they could have very easily left it more vague between them and given Lou and Sascha equal screen time tension with Isi if they wanted the audience to be split and confused about which LI to root for.
Good evening anon,
thank you for sending me this. Hmm you see but I do think they do kind of give a lot of screentime to both and they're in my opinion planting the seed that both of these new characters like Ismail. The question is why. I see a lot of people theorizing about it having something to do with the toxic friendship and constantin or past repeating itself as in what happened with Ava.
But what not a lot of people talk about or at least not in this way is that we have these two characters here - a boy and a girl (at least as far as we know they both identify as such) that both seem interested in Ismail. And we frankly have no idea who Ismail likes or even what gender they like. So I think that maybe at least partially the reason for both of these characters being build simultaneously as potential LI could be so that we are supposed to wonder who even Ismail is into. Furthermore Ismail in today's clip mentioned that the reason they bullied Ava is 'cause they felt pressure to fit in with the boys. And in the clip with Sasha when asked if Ismail is interested in Lou, there was this pause before Ismail replied that yes that Lou is cool and direct. It felt to me like maybe Ismail feels like they should like her because she's a girl and that fits with the "fitting in with the boys" thing. Idk it's just a thought. I don't know if that's what they're planning but it's one of the possibilities as to why we currently have 2 characters of two different genders both interested in Ismail.
It also now that I think about it is kind of a very similar storyline to Isak. And yes we knew Isak is closeted and while we have no idea how Ismail currently identifies, if they even know they're nonbinary, what sexuality they have. But other than that I do think it could actually be a very similar journey. Idk we'll see.
Also idk if this really answers what you were talking about it's just where my mind went. Sorry.
Hope you have a splendid day
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goose-books · 3 years
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& while i am posting things today. some more maxwriting, specifically two mini-fanfictions for yves. @yvesdot​ ’s WIP the one and only universe of kay rainier (would recommend! arguments to lovers! he/him wlw! interdimensional (?) shenanigans!) one of which also features an OC i've mentioned a few times on this blog but done historically very little with.
it’s occurred to me in my moment of posting that neither of these pieces have titles. oh well.
THE FIRST ONE
you ought to send yves. some bingo prompts. anyway, i sent them kay + daemons, and then immediately realized i had ideas and thoughts about that, too. so i wrote my own version. unlike theirs, this is vaguely set in the HDM universe, which is funny because i haven’t read HDM and learned everything i know from waya vivji, a single war and peace fanfiction, and also wikipedia just before i wrote it. the notable context here is that daemons are usually the “opposite sex” of their humans, and if i got that wrong do not tell me because i am embarrassed.
Kay is a precocious child; she is twelve years old when her daemon settles. Chesire is a sleek dark mahogany, a ferruginous hawk with a wickedly curved beak and eyes that glitter like beads. He is also male. This, for the Rainiers, is not done; even the absent Ariel, despite his eccentricities, had a properly gendered daemon. It unsettles Kay in a way she will not place for many years; still, as soon as she registers her disappointment (for it must be disappointment, surely; nothing more), she’s awash in guilt.
“How lovely,” she tells him, stroking his glossy new feathers, keeping her voice low less to keep out her father and more because it is only polite. Cheshire bobs his head and flutters his wings and seems, very slightly, to preen. He must be able to sense her uncertainty, the subdued flatness to her voice, but he is a Rainier as well; the polite thing is to ignore it, and he does.
“How curious,” Father says, stroking Fauntleroy’s velvet ears.
“Not unheard of,” the dormouse says from her seat in his breast pocket. Constantine inclines his head slightly; he does not deign to offer more.
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When the Neighborly enters the house the jackal stalks at his heel, ears pricked at attention, wet black nose gleaming, mouth crooked open in a canine grin. With it comes a distinct smell �� not unpleasant so much as it is unbalancing, an earthy scent, filling the foyer as its claws click on the floor. Like his clothes, it is black, head to toe. They aren’t usually. Kay wonders if it’s coincidence, if perhaps he dyes its fur so it will match.
She thinks of it as such — it — because to be frank she is not sure what to make of Atlas, and what to assume about his daemon. During the customary introductions, Cheshire perches atop Kay’s shoulder, and Fauntleroy emerges from her pocket to whisk up to Father’s collar and cling to the fabric to study the Neighborly. He can’t stay quite still. His hands twitch at his sides. He shifts his weight. The jackal paces maddening circles around the room, eyeing the dark walls and the fine wooden furniture, too dignified to lower its head and sniff but not too good to cast judgment without speaking. Every time it passes Kay in its slow inexorable orbit, Cheshire’s claws tighten on her coat.
“It’s a pleasure, Atlas,” Constantine says stiffly, extending a hand to shake with an expression that suggests he’d rather have it removed.
Atlas shakes, grinning easily, a looseness to his motions, and then he tilts his head and says, “Anubis.” In a moment the jackal’s at his side, curling around the backs of his legs to turn its wet smile on Kay’s father. It’s too large; that’s what she decides. How does he take it anywhere? Why hasn’t it learned to behave? Unless this is his goal: to part rooms, to announce his presence as soon as he steps through the threshold.
“Anubis,” she says, the first time she and Atlas are alone. “Like the god?” Atlas and Anubis; it is the sort of half-joke she can appreciate.
Anubis looks up at its name. Atlas looks at it. “I don’t know,” he says. “It was my sister’s idea.” He looks to Cheshire, who has settled near Kay’s inkwell to reorganize her pens. “And this is…”
“Cheshire.”
“Cheshire,” Atlas repeats, piercing glinting as his eyebrow quirks.
“When I was younger, I thought he would be a cat.”
“I thought she’d be a crow. Probably better this way. Crows are poser birds.” Anubis snorts at that, a sound both doggish and human.
“She is… she, then,” Kay says carefully.
“Oh, yeah. Apparently that’s weird.” Atlas leans back in Kay’s chair until the front legs leave the ground.
“Is it,” Kay says.
Atlas’s eyes flit around her face, like he knows what she’s asking; his smirk doesn’t lessen. “Well, women have male daemons, right? Ask Cheshire.”
Kay and Cheshire look at each other. Cheshire fluffs his feathers and says, “This is dull.”
Kay is less certain. She does not smile at Atlas, but some of the edge has smoothed from her voice. “I should like to watch you explain it to my father.”
“If he could take it,” Atlas says. “What’s the mouse’s fucking name again?”
Cheshire steps back and forth, feathers ruffling, until Kay sets a hand out to still him, gentle, comforting. “Fauntleroy.”
“Christ,” Atlas says. “Bless you.” When he catches Kay stiffening, he relents a little, letting the chair clatter back to the floor. “Fits the vibe, I guess.”
“As yours fits you,” says Kay, making it as uncomplimentary as she can.
“Guess my soul’s black,” Atlas says cheerily. He balls up a piece of paper and tosses it to Anubis, who, flopped across the floor, doesn’t move. “Not the weirdest thing about us.”
“Well,” Kay says, “I think it would be rather unfair for me to talk about oddities,” and she takes a small victory in the look they share: not friendship, not fondness, but something like an understanding, reached in the quiet moment before Cheshire hands her another pen and she resumes her work.
THE SECOND ONE
this one’s a bit older but i never posted it until now, at yves.’s urging! i think i was doing... camp nano last year? or something. and couldn’t think of what to write. or maybe i couldn’t focus on my project because i was thinking about my other project, the butch4butch hamlet retelling i still haven’t written. to which yves. said, “write kay x your lesbian hamlet character,” to which i said, “you don’t think i will, but i will,” and i did. so really this is yvesmax crossover fic.
It is annoying, Holden’s habit of dropping by whenever she likes. This can probably be attributed to the fact that Holden, herself, is annoying. Kay can only adjust the items on her desk (pens, mainly) so many times; she is caught up in an aggravating state of waiting but also not waiting, and she does not care for that.
Just as she thinks so, there’s a knock at the front door.
Holden doesn’t ring the doorbell anymore. She did that the first time and Kay came down the stairs a few seconds too late to find Father staring at the creature in his front hall, looking like he didn’t know whether he should be put out or concerned. “I think the earrings got him,” Holden said later, on Kay’s bed, tapping the crosses hanging inverted from her ears. Kay’s opinion was that it was all of her, from the messy post-buzz hair to the propensity for suits to the Doc Martens to the way Holden leans on any available surface.
She opens the door and Holden is leaning against the doorframe. Which looks a little more awkward coupled with whatever she’s carrying under her arm.
“Hi,” she says.
Kay blinks slowly.
“It is late,” she says, spinning on her heel and heading for the stairs. Behind her, she hears the quiet click of Holden closing the door. The grandfather clock in the front hall is ticking toward eleven.
“I never get over how weird this place is.” When she glances back, Holden is peering into the nearest glass cabinet. “Like a little dollhouse.”
“Thank you,” Kay says stiffly. She cannot decide whether she is irritable.
“And this is coming from someone whose parents were devoted to taxidermy.” Holden follows her up the stairs, hands shoved into the pockets of her suit jacket, looking entirely too comfortable here, and Kay decides that she is irritable after all.
“I do not know what you suppose your business is here,” she says. “Especially as it is almost an hour past ten.”
Holden shrugs.
“Do not shrug at me.”
Holden opens her mouth as if to speak, then casts a glance behind her. There’s no one in the darkened hallway; Father is in his office. Still, Holden waits for Kay to shut her bedroom door.
“I know I’m late,” she says, slouching back against it. “Sorry. I lost track of time in the bookstore.”
Kay blinks. “You are late to see me because you went to the bookstore,” she intones.
She says nothing as Holden withdraws the books from under her arm and extends them. “I really wanted to find Carmilla for you,” she says. “Like, the oldest print version I could find.”
It certainly looks old. Kay purses her lips. “I own Carmilla.”
“I know. But, like… it’s vintage.” Holden attempts one-handed jazz hands. “I have a sentence in my notes app from six months ago that just says carmilla but like the old edition.” She shuffles the stack of books. “And then I sat down for — look, I swear I was trying to be timely about it. Trying to be punctual.” She pops the P. “But time isn’t real and I read two chapters of Pride and Prejudice and I don’t know if you own that but it feels like the kind of thing you’d find sexy.” Her smile glitters. “And then — I know The Catcher in the Rye isn’t your thing. But I wrote in this one, so.”
Kay reaches out, very carefully, to take the books. She does own Pride and Prejudice, actually, but she still feels a pang. She flips through The Catcher in the Rye and is met with scrawls of black-ink handwriting, filling up the margins and underlining passages.
“Thank you,” she says, very softly, and moves to set the books on her desk. “You didn’t have to… get me anything.”
“I like knowing that my parents’ money is fueling homosexual agendas,” Holden says pleasantly. When Kay turns around, Holden catches her hand and steps in closer, showing her teeth in a smile. “But I’ll try to be on time from now on.”
“As you should,” Kay says, pulling Holden a few inches closer.
Holden raises a hand to caress Kay’s cheek. “That said,” she says in a low voice, “now that I’ve — what did you say. Now that I’ve fulfilled my business here, I can think of a few things we could do. Unless it’s too late.”
Against her will, Kay smiles.
“I suppose we can extend your stay a little longer,” she says, and their lips meet.
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monster-bcrn · 3 years
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name: Cyrus Gold  alias: Solomon Grundy, Marshland Monster, The Grey Knight, Carrion King, Lord of Decay gender: Cis-male sexual orientation: Bisexual/possible pansexual (depends on his level of coherency) romantic orientation: Bi-romantic
preferred pet names: Solly, Grundy, Sol relationship status: Widower (in one verse, he’s currently dating Bizarro)
opinion on true love: He knows it exists, but that’s it’s probably the deadliest weapon. He loved his wife Pearl as much as Victor Fries loved his wife Nora, and slowly realizing that his family died never knowing what happened to him shattered his heart. He felt love for Jade, possibly the first time he had ever felt love for anyone since his reanimation, and that love was destroyed by the Harlequin. He now sees true love as a sick joke.  opinion on love at first sight: He thinks people are cute at first sight, but is naturally wary and stays away from people. You have to get close to him and talk to him for any chance of a relationship forming, otherwise he’ll ignore you.  how ‘romantic’ are they?: Not very romantic. He’s pretty much the kind of guy that would ‘do the wild thing’ just to burn off steam. Very rarely does he do anything remotely romantic, and it usually involves him licking his partner’s face with his tongue like a puppy. 
Unfortunately his spit is absolutely toxic, so you’d probably be paralyzed afterwards. 
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ideal physical traits: Someone close to his size and stature. While he finds humans cute at times, he’s largely lost any attraction to them that would be interpreted as romantic (the SOLE exception to this is his deceased wife.)
Basically his version of ‘ideal’ is anyone structured similarly to him, and he’s actively flirted with alternate universe variations of himself including Regime Grundy. 
ideal personality traits:  Just don’t be a dick. That’s basically it. 
unattractive physical traits: Anyone smaller than him. He finds it laughable that there are ‘tiny people’ who really think they are any match for him.  unattractive personality traits:  People being traitorous asses and bastards to him. If someone treats him bad, he reacts extremely negatively. Just be nice to him and he’s less likely to flip out.
do they have a type?: Pretty much pretty girls and guys that are buff AF. So....yeah, he’s attracted to himself. The only guy he isn’t attracted to is Doomsday, because Doomsday is a punk bitch.  opinion of public affection: 
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This image pretty much sums it up. He really doesn’t like being touched without permission and gets weirded out by PDA. Mainly because he associates others touching him with pain and misery and death. So he has pretty violent reactions to anyone who touches him that he doesn’t trust. 
Like he trusts John Constantine, but tenses up around Batman. He’s let Superman touch him before once he realized Supes and Bats just wanted to bring him home. 
favourite canon ship: 
Just one? (Only one is overtly romantic. The others are ones he has very strong emotional attachments to at some point, even if the friendship was destroyed by outside forces against his control.)
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Cyrus Gold and his wife Pearl and one of their children. 
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Grundy and Bizarro (I totally ship them lol)
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Grundy and Hawkgirl 
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Grundy and Jade (LOL you big goof)
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Mikkal Tomas (Starman) and Grundy (”Solly” at the time)
favourite non-canon ship: I actually prefer Grundy’s friendships over overt romance. He desperately needs a friend who can understand him. I love him being friends with @thecursedhellblazer​  John Constantine, because while John is crass and ornery, he’s blunt and tells it as it is and can be brutally honest. Grundy is sick of liars so seeing someone honest is refreshing. Plus Constantine totally got Grundy into being his drinking buddy. XD
Plus Grundy’s friendship with @adventurepunks​‘s Zatanna, and @amazonexile​/ @theamazondiana​/ @ofamazonia​‘s Diana. Because these two can very easily kick his ass and yet cuddle him and he just loves cuddles. 
And chin scratchies. 
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Plus I love his friendship with both @brokentoys​ Riddler and @laughter-in-white​ Joker. He’s trying so hard to keep his two friends from tearing each other apart lol. 
tagged by: @laughter-in-white (Thanks! >:D) tagging: @gothamprens, @gotham-crusader, @dc-deathmetal, @thanagrian, @fiery-ambitions, @queenxfchaos, @dravcn, @susperfectus, @akasupergirl, @untouchable-lightning, @partcfyouruniverse, @twiceborn, @chaoticblondes, @gemkinetic, @aquatictechie, @yellowskinnedwackyman, @destructo-rp, @maple-syrup-heavy, @malabituin, @ciinderellasyndrome, @jenniferwallters, @bothsidesofaquestion, @gliderslain, @blowhardbase (any muse!), @ecoterrcrist, @musicaltragedies, @the-bctman, @powderedpaws, @thedemonicpunks, @corvidamned, @justiceebound, @folcire, @dearaliceliddel, @sassgardkeep, @cryomight, @jp-todd-rp, @lazarus-born, @gunborn, @jester-of-genocide, @lovesgctham, @themissingprincess, @thecatgoddessbast, @starcityvigilante, @themartlans, @blackwingsbluedings, @ofarkhxm, @adrenalinesaint, @sweet-tea-solly, @mystical-moonstone, @slauhter, @marvelousdamsels, @theirfirstexperiment, @raininginkyxto, @notatomo, @liminalstctic, @jadehearted, @jademight, @dolceclavier, @gobsnacc, @occultsleuth, @raichoose, @gctjinxd, @babydxhl, @bigbadkillercroc, @killcrcroc, @wiisectrpillar, @sleightlyoffhand, @the-arkham-librarian. @bcckwcrm, @brokentoys, @fartemis-crock, @powerhours, @wonderlandcarpenter, @redsleuthed, @themusespace​, @12thlevel​, @lastofmars​, @pluckyingenue​, @seekthedarknesswithin​, @youstolemycoat​, @ufotm​, @blizzardmuses​, @adventurepunks​, @starfirechan​, @squidmanalamort​, @shadcwforged​, @batvvmn​, @bclaur​, @stcrshnes​, @titanicscionofthestars​, @jcinthedance​, @thehouseofivo​, @smartvulpix​ (and anybody else who wants to do this! Multimuses can do whatever character they want. :3)
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alecmagnuslwb · 4 years
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Soulmates
Writer’s Month 2020 Day Five
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Everyone has a soulmate, even impossibly a bastard like John Constantine. Not that he thinks he’s got some great, beautiful souled person out there that’s destine to be his. No John assumes that a bastard is destine for a bastard, no matter their gender.
He hasn’t really thought about soulmates in years, not since he was a child and his mother told him stories about the moment everything bursts into color and you suddenly know the names of every color before you. He’s grown accustom to the way his eyes see the world, but lately the black and white vision he lives with every day has grown tiresome. He plays with his magic, still learning and growing stronger every day and wonders if it casts in different colors, wonders what those colors are if they do. He lights the flames in the palms of his hands and can only feel the burn without being amazed by the orange and red glow he’s been told they have whatever that might mean.
He's barely over twenty but he’s old enough to know that the world isn’t black and white by any means. It’s mottled with greys and shades of everything that he can’t see, but he can sense.
Tonight is another black and white night for him. He pushes open the door to the bar he’d seen a few nights ago when heading back to the motel he’s been crashing in. A rush of noise washes over him as he steps inside some hokey rock band that fancies themselves the next Billy Idol playing a horrendous cover of ‘White Wedding’ onstage.
John grits his teeth praying they don’t butcher something by The Clash next, he’ll have to leave America immediately if they do.
He shuffles over to the bar, taking a seat on an empty stool near the far end and flags down the bartender ordering himself a whiskey. He gives the man behind the bar a wink when he places the drink down in front of him and the bartender walks away completely ignoring the flirtation.
John just shrugs unbothered by the rejection and spins around watching as the band plays the last chorus. When they’re done the other patrons clap and John hopes they’re all drunk with the enthusiasm they’re putting behind it. The room transforms into a clutter of voices and clinking glasses after that so John swivels back around downing his first drink and ordering a second.
Behind the bar a poster catches his eye, a top hat adorning the center. He’s just reading the words Mistress of Magic across it when a deeply bad and deeply fake British accent sounds into the microphone on stage. John turns back around to find the lead Billy Idol wannabe yelling for everyone to quiet down.
“Alright, now we know your claps for us were bullshit and this is the real show you’re here for,” he says gesturing to the space around. “So, without further ado, the Mistress of Magic, the silver-tongued siren, everyone’s favorite majestic magician Zatanna!”
If John had known there was a magic show tonight, he might have found a better drinking hole. He’s got no need to watch someone pull cheap tricks and poorly concealed rabbits out of a hat.
John’s about to swivel back around, order one more drink and be on his way, but he finds himself frozen halfway when Zatanna appears on stage, not through a cloud of smoke hiding a trap door in the floor, but through a real bonafide portal.
That alone would capture his attention, but the woman herself has him sliding back to face the stage completely. She’s stunning, the goth princess of his dreams in knee high boots, fishnets, leather shorts and a corset with a bowtie.
Her arms are bare something whispered under her breath sending a trail of sparkling magic down them as she flips her long dark hair over her shoulder and gives the patrons a dazzling smile.
John doesn’t need to see color to know she’s a vision, but he’d pay good money to know what colors that magic is flowing down her arms and how it looks against her skin.
“Ready to see some real magic tonight boys, girls and non-binaries?” she says, her voice a melody. The audience roars and if John wasn’t so frozen in place he might too.
That’s when the show really begins, she conquers the stage, keeping everyone’s eyes on her the entire time. She twists magic around the room, her power strong and thick in the air. She speaks in languages he doesn’t recognize until eventually he realizes it’s backwards magic, a rarely used magic that she’s clearly no novice in.
There’s something about her that’s familiar, but he doesn’t have the right of mind to think too hard about it. To think beyond the absolute captive hold she has on him with every move she makes and every spell she utters.
Zatanna knows how to work a stage, how to hold an audience in the palm of her hand.
He’s certain he could meet his soulmate right this second and have the world burst into color and he still wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from the front of this bars.
He doesn’t so much as blink for the forty-five minutes she’s on stage.
“Alright, for my last trick, I need another volunteer,” she says and hands shoot up all across the bar, even the bartender who seemingly has a job to do sticks his high in the sky.
She scans the audience carefully tapping her finger to her lips until her eyes fall on him.
“You,” she says pointing his way. “At the bar.”
John pulls his eyes from the stage for the first time certain she’s pointing at someone else, like the eager bartender behind him.
“Yeah you in the tie, that’s right, come on,” she says making a come-hither motion with her finger that John couldn’t resist if he was chained down on his deathbed.
John slips from his seat picking his way through the bar and onto the stage. And if she was gorgeous from far away up-close John’s not sure how anyone could resist those piercing eyes. He wonders what color they are.
“I’m Zatanna, as you know,” she says smiling at the audience quickly before holding out a hand in his direction. Her nails are painted with little clusters of shimmering stars on them, a tiny detail he couldn’t see all the way from the bar. “And what’s your name handsome?”
He tries to force down a smile and fails, there’s no doubt she calls every poor schmuck she pulls up on the stage that and makes them blush, he’s not special even if he wishes he was.
“John,” he says putting his hand in hers and that’s when it happens. His vision blurs for a moment and then like paint being splattered on a canvas color blooms all around him. The curtains are red, the stage a deep brown and Zatanna’s eyes a deep, dark blue. She’s looking into his eyes too, a small soft smile on her lips.
Her eyes drop down to his tie briefly and she chuckles then quickly as if their whole worlds hadn’t just changed she’s turning back to the audience. A performers quick mind keeping up appearances for the show.
John barely recalls the trick he assists her with just knows that he trusts her implicitly and at one point ends up floating. When it’s over and he’s stepping down from the stage she touches his hand softly, a silent request to stay so she can find him after the show.
John nods stepping away as she gives the audience one last light show. A burst of rainbow sparks from her fingers before she disappears into another portal casting him one last glance.
John’s finally pulled from his daze once she’s out of sight and immediately books it for the door. He should stick around, really meet this person who’s his person, but he can tell from one look at that soft smile she’d given him she’s far too good to be stuck with the likes of him.
The universe fucked up, there’s no way a man like him deserves a woman like her.
He doesn’t get far, just barely out the door when a shimmering portal like the one on stage appears in front of him and Zatanna steps out now in a leather jacket with a shining silver top hat pin on the lapel.
“Oh, you’re here,” she says looking at him with that same soft smile.
He looks up and around her wondering if he can make his escape.
“Oh, you’re leaving,” she says disappointed. Her hands fall to her side uselessly.
“Look, it’s not you,” he starts and she lets out a sharp wounded breath.
“Ouch, I’ve heard that one before,” she says attempting to laugh off what she’s seeing as a rejection. He’s not rejecting her though, far from it, he’d love to curl up next to her and never leave he’s fairly certain. He’s rejecting the universe cursing this soft smiling magical being to getting saddled with jaded, piss poor soulmate like him.
He shakes his head. “It’s not that, I swear it, I’d stay in a heartbeat if it was only my heart on the line. It’s just there is no way a woman like you deserves to get stuck with a mess like me, trust me.”
He sidesteps and starts to walk past her, but a hand on his forearm pulls him to a stop. She spins around so she’s standing face to face with him.
“Look I won’t act like I understand the magic or science or whatever it is behind this system and I won’t act like it’s perfect, but something out there thinks you and I fit, thinks we could fit. So, shouldn’t I get to decide what I deserve?” she says with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t take that choice away from me.”
John takes a deep breath. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but if he leaves right now that will hurt her more than if he stays and maybe one day down the line messes up. She’s right. He’s a coward who tried to run.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” John says pulling his pack of cigarettes out. He pats around for a lighter and Zatanna leans in saying a quiet ‘erif’ her fingertip bursting in a yellow orange flame and lighting the cigarette he sticks between his lips.
“You’re forgiven, as long you don’t run off on me again,” she says smiling as she blows out the flame on her finger.
He takes a long drag blowing it off to the side and away from her.
“I won’t,” he says hoping he can keep that as a promise.
“Great. So, let’s try this again, I’m Zatanna Zatara,” she says holding out her hand. Zatara. Suddenly the familiarity of her makes sense, the backwards magic coming so easily for her much clearer now. If he was worried he wasn’t worthy of her before the last name doesn’t help that worry lessen. She’s a magical dynasty doing stage work in a dive bar.
He doesn’t run just because of that shocking development however.
“John Constantine,” he says putting his hand in hers. This time there’s no blurring vision, no burst of color, just a warm, soft hand holding onto his.
She smiles, “I like your tie John Constantine.” He looks down noticing the bright red of it for the first time. The irony that the rest of both of their outfits are black and white on the night where color came into their lives is not lost on him. “It’s a nice pop of color.”
He laughs, letting go of her hand to tug at the tie.
“I didn’t actually know it was red when I nicked it.”
“Nicked it?” she says eyes going a little wide. It sounds a little funny coming from her lips with no British accent.
“Uh,” he says twisting up his face. “Bought it?”
The question mark on his words is clear and she just laughs threading her arm through his as he tosses his cigarette at his feet stamping it out.
“Come on we’re having dinner and you’re telling me all about how you stole that tie, soulmate,” she says tugging him along into the neon lit night.
He likes the sound of that, even if he’s convinced the universe made a colossal mistake.
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Gonna just do a bunch of these all at once. 
Quarantine Questionnaire tagged by @a-boy-named-mike
Are you staying home from work/school? From my one job, yes. I do go in to help sort the load for the route we purchased though since that’s an essential service and occasionally I actually go on the route so I’m in and out of stores all night. 
What movies have you watched recently? The Shape of Water, Constantine, Chicken Run, Incredibles 2, Hot Fuzz, Get Out, Shaun of the Dead.
What shows are you watching? Just finished re-watching The Good Place and desperately need the next season like right now. Also need more B99 to hit Canadian Netflix.
Are you a homebody? Yiss.
What music are you listening to? Nothing at the moment.
What are you reading? I have yet to finish An Absolutely Remarkable Thing by Hank Green becuse i keep getting distracted by fanfiction.
What are you doing for self-care? Trying to eat more veggies. Trying.
20 Questions tagged by @jadeisluck
Name: Rae
Nickname: Newest one is “The Boss” because fiance keeps telling everyone I’m the real boss of our company. 
Zodiac: Sagittarius 
Language: English
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Flowers: White calla lilies 
Favorite Scent: I don’t really have one
Favorite Color: Emerald green
Animal: Wolves
Favorite Fictional Character: Senju Tobirama, Hermione Granger, Tony Stark
Coffee/Tea/Hot Chocolate: Tea, although Hotty Choccy is a close second
Average Sleep: Anywhere between 5-10 hours depending on if i have the next day off and where the moon aligns with the stars and if my cat feels like being a massive dick.
Dogs/Cats: Cats 4 lyfe
Blankets: Right now I have three blankets on my bed but I throw more on or take some off as the seasons change.
Dream Trip: Ireland or Scotland to explore the coasts, a world tour visiting all the most amazing libraries, The Sword and The Stone which is a blacksmith in CA who forges weapons from anime and TV shows and video games.
Blog Established: October 2016
Random Fact: My gotdamn foot is itchy again for the love of Yevon if it doesn’t stop itching I’m cutting the bloody thing off. >:( 
Get To Know Me Tagged by @yee-boii Some of these questions will have the same answers as above
Name: Rae
Gender: Binary Female
Star Sign: Sagittarius 
Height: 5'7″
Sexuality: Bisexual
Hogwarts House: Officially sorted in to Gryffindor, identify somewhere between there and Ravenclaw
Favorite Animal: Wolves
Average Hours of Sleep: Anywhere between 5-10
Current Time: 2:53am. Life is hard for a sleepy bitch when you have to flip your sleep schedule to go to work. -.-
Dogs or Cats: Cats cats cats cats!
Blankets you Sleep With: Three plus the sheets.
Dream Job: At this point I don’t even know. I do not dream of being employed. 
When I Made This Blog: 2016 so about a hundred years ago.
Followers: 2650. I swear I meant to do a raffle celebration at 2500 but I had so much going on. I wanna get to this collaboration I’ve promised to do and then hopefully I have some energy. if y’all got ideas for a raffle I’ve got open ears. I had a plan but I am more than willing to change it if the idea is good enough. 
Why I Made a Tumblr: Legit just to dive head first in to the Naruto fandom. No one I know irl watches the show. 
Reason For URL: It’s a pun on my name and the phrasal verb “rain down”.
Fanfic Authors Tag Game tagged by @malakia215
AO3 name: raendown
Fandoms: Naruto
Number of fics: 395. Although if you break the Soulmate Story Collection in to separate stories then it would actually be 602 and that’s still not including all the little ficlets on tumblr that never got cross-posted. This also does not include all the stories I wrote under a different name for other fandoms back in the day.
1. Fic I spent the most time on: War in Times of Peace
2. Fic I spent the least time on: If we’re talking raw time then probably Breathe which is less than 200 words so it took me no time at all. 
3. Longest fic: WITOP is the longest continuous one. 
4. Shortest fic: Breathe at 173 although there are shorter ones that never got cross-posted. 
5. Most hits: The SSC.
6. Most kudos: The SSC again.
7. Most comment threads: Once again...the SSC. I should have just disqualified it. xD
8. Favourite fic I wrote: God that’s hard to choose. Right now WITOP is like my CHILD but there are so many others that I love too.
9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Not so much a story as a couple of series. I really want to write the next installment of the Amends to the Dead series as well as the next part of my Super Idiots series. 
10. Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: I have a MadaTobi that I may or may not finish set in a modern au. Tobirama adopted Kagami as a baby and he later meets Madara, his son’s biological uncle who never even knew the child have been put up for adoption. They slowly integrate their lives - all for the sake of the child of course - and fall in love along the way. 
Here’s a little excerpt: 
“I am not obsessed, Izuna. Don’t you want to know too?” 
“Duh,” his brother’s voice crackled in his ear. Damn the poor reception here. “But we’ve basically exhausted all our options. We don’t have the right to demand information from the adoption agency.”
“Well I’m not giving up,” he exclaimed, pressing his pen in to the papers so hard he nearly left a hole instead of his signature. 
“You never do; you’re as stubborn as a goat,” Izuna said. Madara scowled as though his brother might feel his ire through the phone connection and cower in repentance. Unlikely, but a man could hope. 
“I’m hanging up on you.”
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Personal thoughts on The Royal Heir, Book 2, Ch. 1
Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.
Yay! I missed this! It’s been a while since the last time I wrote a full post about a specific chapter! I was honestly waiting for a book to be released to resume my posts, especially because this is one of the things I really enjoy doing on my free time, and last year I had to stop writing them all of a sudden (burnout is not fun guys, especially if you experience mental and physical symptoms). So here we go again…
We became a royal mom! Do you remember that not so long ago we used to be a waitress in New York, right? Time flies!
Even though we knew that the first chapter of this book would be all about us giving birth to our royal baby, I seriously loved every single part of the labor process. Nope, it wasn’t something spectacular; I actually think it was pretty smooth, given the circumstances. However, the choices that we were given throughout it were so different and attractive that I’ll probably be replaying this chapter the rest of the week just to try the different options. We had a chance to play as a MC that was in an absolute “zen mode” or as a MC who screamed to every single person in the room. We had a chance to have all our friends with us while giving birth or to have only our partner with us… we even had the chance to choose who received the baby! So yes, even though this part of the book was not mind blowing, I loved how diverse the choices were and how the writers seemed to have thought about many types of women and their reactions while giving birth in real life, it was a super nice detail.
As per the gender of the baby, I was secretly rooting for her to be a girl (because girls run the world… at least that’s what Beyoncé says, and I believe her!), so I was already excited when I saw the sneak peek of the book. I know some people are disappointed because we couldn’t choose between a boy and a girl, but I guess that choosing the gender meant different clothes, different dialogs, and an insane amount of work. Or maybe they just wanted to make a difference, as I don’t remember any baby girls in Choices (I’m still playing The Crown & The Flame, so I don’t know the gender of Kenna’s baby).
Of course, my biggest and most irrelevant problem came when I actually had to choose one of those insanely cute babies I fell in love with. You know… I wanted my baby to look like her parents (just as I chose white Liam because he was blonde as Leo, so you could tell that they were brothers). BUT… my MC is blonde, blue eyes… and she married Drake. So I guess by the end of the week I’ll end up flipping a coin to decide if the baby looks like her mom or her dad.
Despite all the happiness because our newborn is finally here, I’m pretty sure that the last scene was the one that settled things for the rest of the book. I don’t know about you, but I’m guessing that the main plot of this book won’t be about how to raise a baby that’s supposed to become a queen in the future. Instead, we will be facing new enemies and discovering some truths about the past, in a very “Royal Romance way”. And I’m certainly intrigued now.
There are several things we know by now, so let’s recap: On one hand, we have Queen Eleanor. Eleanor was pregnant and Jackson (Drake’s dad) was the one helping her to hide her pregnancy from Constantine (we still don’t know why… maybe the baby’s father was not Constantine?). Then, Godfrey poisoned (and killed) Eleanor. For some reason, Isabella doesn’t seem to be a big fan of Eleanor either, despite the fact that she was Auvernese. Was Auvernal behind Eleanor’s death as well?
On the other hand, we have Jackson. We know he was killed while defending Constantine. But what if the original plan was, indeed, attacking Jackson for knowing Eleanor’s secret? What if everyone thinks that he was killed while on duty, but he actually died because he was the target of the attack (and not Constantine)?
I also wonder about Regina. I’ve never liked Regina, and I’ve never trusted her (the only thing I believe about her is that she genuinely loved Constantine). So, of course, I wonder why it seems she’s the only queen who hasn’t being attacked. Let’s remember that Adelaide (Madeleine’s mom) and Regina are cousins, maybe that’s why Godfrey never tried to do anything. Finally, what about Leo’s mother? Do we know her cause of death? God, I’m having doubts about every “old person” in this book now!
But let’s go back to the event that led me to have all these questions, and the relationship between Godfrey and Isabella/Bradshaw. It seems pretty evident to me (and to most of us, I guess) that they have an alliance, that they planned this a long time ago, and that locking everyone at the ball was the perfect chance for them to force Liam to have an understanding on the baby’s arranged marriage. Otherwise, I can’t explain how is it that the Auvernal guards were the only ones who knew how to open the doors after Godfrey escaped. However, I can’t stop wondering if this is really the first time that Godfrey and Auvernal work together, if they knew that Olivia was spying them so they bluffed her, and why Godfrey is so loyal to the Auvernese crown… I mean… is he actually receiving something from them in exchange?
I also wonder what will be Madeleine’s role on this. We know the girl is tough, we know she’s super loyal to Liam, the MC and the crown, and we know she doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents. I guess Godfrey must have been not only disappointed, but also pissed after his daughter got engaged to both brothers but she couldn’t marry any of them. Maybe she was part of the plan without even knowing. Of course, if Madeleine married Leo or Liam, it would have been much easier to convince her to close a deal with Auvernal. Will Madeleine become a new victim of her family, just as Olivia was during TRR series?
Anyway… the last scene left me so many questions… I actually came up with some of them while writing this post. So yes, if the levels of conspiracy, drama, friendship, cuteness and diapers keep going this way, I’m pretty sure that we’ll have some great material to talk about in the next few months.
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Katarina Rostova wasn’t just a mother. She was a wife, a mistress, a daughter, a friend, a KGB agent, and if still alive - is a grandmother. She's been in the show since the pilot, threaded in more character stories than people realize. 
An episode-by-episode list of Katarina & Masha Rostova.
Rostova: Season One
Pilot -
Gender neutrality was shown from the very beginning. Not just in dialogue, but in the t-shirt Tom was wearing as well as their adoption storyline "It's a girl."
Tom: For the field trip Air and Space or the D.C. Zoo? Liz: The zoo’s gender neutral.
We were introduced to Katarina Rostova through Red's dialogue.
Red: Abandoned by a father who was a career criminal, a mother who died of weakness and shame.
And Masha Rostova through Beth Ryker.
Liz: Your name’s Beth, right? Yeah? My name’s Beth too. I’m Elizabeth. My friends call me Liz, though. You can call me Liz if you want.
Both ballerinas.
Liz: When I was little, I loved ballet. Whenever I performed, I felt a presence.
Both children having their lives disrupted because they're in danger.
Red: Within the hour, Ranko Zamani will abduct the daughter of U.S. General Daniel Ryker.
Red: As I feared would happen, elements from Katarina’s past are circling Elizabeth like a pack of wolves in the night. I put Tom Keen in her life to keep an eye on her, and he married her. Kate: This isn’t about Tom Keen. It’s about your need for control. Red: Indeed. I need to control the danger to Elizabeth. I’ve built a vast criminal network predicated on that very principal. It’s time to live up to my mission statement.
With the presumed dead actually being alive.
Red: Then a dead man just stepped off United 283 from Munich to Dulles. Ressler: Listen up, people. The lab just pulled a latent print from the airline arm rest. Nine points of comparison. Zamani’s alive.
Liz and Beth Ryker, Zamani's daughter and son.
Zamani: This is about the children. Raymond, today on this day - I am giving their plague back to them.
The Freelancer -
This episode brought us Floriana Campo, mothers and their children.
Floriana: Do you have children, agent Keen? Liz: Uh, Elizabeth. And If all goes well - Floriana: There is no work more meaningful than being a mother. I didn’t have kids of my own. This is my one regret. But these girls that I’m trying to protect, they are my family.
Red: I think the assassin may have slipped her a lethal cocktail of the same barbiturates she uses to drug her children. She’s not the woman you think she is.
Wujing -
The Wujing - Katarina parallel, both spymasters regarded as a myth.
Liz: Do you expect me to believe that - a secret meeting with the mysterious Wujing? He's a myth.
Masik: I don’t think there are any photographs of Katarina Rostova. She’s a myth.
The Stewmaker -
Again, with the children.
Kornish: What about you? Are you a mother? Liz: No. Kornish: That’s good.
Soundtrack:
♪ See I left my mothers heart See I left my fathers home And I fell into a well of hope ♪
The Courier -
Liz: What is this place? Red: Something of a hideaway. It used to be home to one of the finest American writers who ever lived - Fredrick Hemstead. Liz: Never heard of him. Red: No, you haven’t. Nobody has. Dear Fredrick was waiting tables when we first met. Strange little man, built like a fireplug. He was living here with his mother until she died.
Gina Zanetakos -
This episode brought in the parallel between Tom and Katarina, which includes the murder case of an FSB agent named Victor Fokin.
Tom: And there’s - there’s passports with my face on it. And, uh - these names. Who the hell is Anton Pierre Louis?
Red: I knew her as Katarina Rostova. One of her many names.
Frederick Barnes -
This brings in the story of Mrs. Forrester's affair, like Katarina's affair with the real Red. Katarina allowing Constantin to believe Masha was his, like Mrs. Forrester leading her husband to believe Ethan was his. The real Red knowing he was Masha’s father, just as Frederick Barnes knew he was Ethan's.
Mrs. Forrester: Frederick is Ethan’s father. Liz: Does your husband know this? Mrs. Forrester: It just happened. I thought it was best for the family to keep the secret. Liz: Does Frederick know he’s Ethan’s real father? Mrs. Forrester: Yeah.
Liz redecorating, bringing in the grandmother. 
Tom: I like this one. Liz: Grandma’s Pumpkins? Tom: Grandma’s what?
The Takoma house scene brought in Symphony No. 3 by Henryk Górecki. The dominant themes of the symphony are motherhood and separation through war.
General Ludd -
The end of this episode gave us their swingset scene, which is current day Katarina and Masha - the "now" of their photograph in Red's flat.
The Good Samaritan Killer -
The Good Samaritan was a victim of his mother’s abuse.
Samaritan: I was a victim. My mother. She called it tough love. It was abuse.
In the opening of the episode, he killed Michael's mother for abusing him.
Meera: Michael’s mother was abusing him for years, and now she ends up dead.
Add in the DV victim, considering Red was shot and killed the night of the fire while assaulting Katarina.
The Alchemist -
Eric Trettel helped people disappear by faking their deaths. Bring in the wife and daughter. Trettel, a “bad man” like Raymond Reddington, willing to kidnap his wife and child.  
Mrs. Trettel: You shouldn’t be here. Eric is a very dangerous man. In his head, he thinks we’re still together, a family.
Anslo Garrick: Conclusion -
This episode gave us Mr. Kaplan's assumed gender.
Mr. Kaplan: What color is the sky? Liz: Red. You? You’re Mr. Kaplan?
The Cyprus Agency -
This episode brought us the adoption business to play in part with Liz being adopted by Sam, and the kidnapping of children tying in Masha's kidnapping.
Red: Lizzy, I’m giving you the chance to take down a criminal organization that is abducting babies from their mothers’ arms.
The victim they introduced in the opening scene was seeking out her child. Doesn't matter how she was conceived, that child was still hers.
Woman: My baby. Please. They have him. They - Please. My baby. They have - have him Please. Please. They - they have my baby. They took my baby. They took my baby. They - They took my baby. They have my baby.
Coincidentally, both children were kidnapped by the father.
Liz: Your legacy. You’re the father. The children brokered by the Cyprus Agency are yours.
Kate: So what he - he - he stole Masha to hurt you? Katarina: No, that’s not it. He thinks she’s his.
Five kidnapped women, all biological mothers having their children (27 total) given up for adoption without their consent.
Madeline Pratt -
This episode introduced us to Cooper's wife and children.
Red: I was just looking at the pictures of Charlene and the kids. How old are they now? The kids, not Charlene.
And Red's Bloody Christmas Eve story. No mention of a wife, just a female child.
Red: I can - I can still smell the nape of her neck, feel her little fingers on my cheek, her whisper in my ear.
The Judge -
This episode gave us Red's dialogue to Ruth, assumed to be a man.
Red: Think of him as a prisoner’s court of last resort.
Red: Of course. A woman.
As well as the dialogue from her victims.
Liz: Aram, the paper said Rifkin’s last words at his execution were “Good night, mother.” He said it to his spiritual adviser, Ruth Kipling. I just heard Hastings say it.
Mako Tanida -
Parallel of Ressler losing Audrey just as Katarina lost Raymond.
Audrey was pregnant, so she would've been a mother.
Scene cuts at the end flip between the ballet, Ressler, and Liz in the shower with Tom. Back to that dialogue from Liz in S5.
Liz: When I was little, I loved ballet. Whenever I performed, I felt a presence.
Red's scene with Christine.
Red: I’ll see you on the 22nd. And please send my thanks to your mother.
Ivan  -
This episode brought us Harrison Lee's grandmother, Ms. Lee.
Ms. Lee: A computer hacker? I can’t even set my thermostat without the help of my grandson. Ressler: Your grandson?
As well as the music box scene, which parallels Liz's scene in Gaia's episode.
Liz: You knew I’d find out the truth. And you wanted me - Red: To know that everything is going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.
Liz: I mean, that’s my one job - to protect my child. Make her feel safe at any cost. To hold her. To tell her everything’s gonna be okay. But now - because of me, because of what I’ve done, I can’t even do that.
Milton Bobbit -
This episode had Red "threatening" Craig Keen's mother at the art museum.
Craig: I don’t know what you think you’re gonna gain from all this, but I’m not gonna talk. I will die before I give you anything. If you so much as touch my mother -
The Pavlovich Brothers -
This episode brought us back to the Tom - Katarina parallel. Katarina marrying Constantin as a cover, Tom marrying Liz as a cover. Keen2′s scenes in this episode mirror Red and Kirk's torture scenes in 4x8.
Liz: Stop talking about your job! You, this. Everything was a lie! My life was a lie!
Red: You saw what Katarina wanted you to see. She lied to you about everything.
The Kingmaker -
This episode brought us the death of a wife and mother.
Liz: It must be difficult to see her so traumatized. Chandler: She’s heartbroken. Her mother was everything to her. She was everything to us both.
Berlin's episodes -
The death of Meera Malik, mother of two kids, a daughter and a son.
Red confirming for Liz that her father is dead.
Red: I’m telling you, with no uncertainty, your father is dead. He died in that fire.
Backstory characters in this season:
Sam Milhoan knew Katarina Rostova, but was not confirmed to know the real Reddington. Mr. Kaplan knew Katarina Rostova, but did not know the real Reddington. Alan Fitch, Harold Cooper, and Admiral Richard Abraham all knew the real Reddington - Katarina Rostova's lover and target. The big bad of this season was Berlin. He believed his daughter was killed by the real Reddington - our Red's assumed identity. Again ... Katarina's lover and target. 
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May 2018 Book Roundup
I don’t know when I got so into thrillers--but here we are.  Of course, I’m not as into the types of thrillers that are about a cop pursuing a killer.  It’s more the insidious types of domestic thrillers that catch my attention, about idle suburbanites who secretly harbor paranoid minds and little hatreds.  That’s probably why I enjoyed “A Simple Favor” by Darcey Bell and Liv Constantine’s “The Last Mrs. Parrish”, however much they polarized readers.  They both feature horrible women, stupid men, unreliable narrators, and endings that don’t neatly tie up loose ends.  In other words, they’re perfect summer reads.
The Defiant by Lesley Livingston.  3/5.  The second in a series, The Defiant returns to the world of female gladiators and in particular Fallon.  Now triumphant and happy in a ludus run by her sister, Sorcha, Fallon expects to have it easier.  However, her life is upturned when the women of the ludus are accused of rebelling, and Sorcha goes missing.  I rated The Valiant, the first book in this series, four stars so I must have enjoyed it, but I also don’t really remember it, aside from the basic plot and being interested in Sorcha and Fallon’s relationship.  I would still say that the sister relationship is the core focus of the plot, which is different (and distracts from a fairly shallow romance between Fallon and Cai, a Roman soldier; there’s an opportunity for something cooler, but the author bypasses that completely).  But I think I’m over this series; this book drove home that it skews too young for me to enjoy it.  The gladiatrix thing is cool, but there’s so much in this book about how the ludus is home, and like... hasn’t everyone been enslaved by Romans to some degree?  Taken from their homelands?  Forced into a blood sport to be entertainment?  It’s fun, and I won’t say that it isn’t without merits, but this is too shallow for what it takes on.
Fatal Throne by Candace Fleming et. al.  4/5.  A collaborative novel from the perspectives of all six of Henry VIII’s queens--and Henry himself.  What impressed me about this book was how it wasn’t really straightforward.  It seems like it might be at first; Catherine of Aragon’s section kicks it off by detailing the beginning of Catherine’s life in England, up until her marriage is collapsing.  Now, don’t think that this makes it a bad story; I quite liked it.  Catherine of Aragon is, in this version, for once more than a stereotypical zealot queen, though the author does that thing where a character whose native tongue is Spanish constantly throws random Spanish words into English sentences, which doesn’t feel real.  But anyway; many of the other stories are less traditional.  All revolve around the queens’ downfalls or deaths; for example, Anne (or Anna, as she’s called here) of Cleves has a story that really centers around her dying days, and the ghosts of her past.  There’s a weird, haunting creepiness to everything.  Though there are some rather shallow moments--including one bit in the Anne Boleyn story that seemed... pretty off--and there isn’t any reinventing of the wheel, it’s a sad retelling of the wives’ story, where the central villain is undeniably Henry VIII.
Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian.  2/5.  Theodosia was a child when she was forced to witness the murder of her mother, the queen of Astrea.  Since then she’s been beaten and terrorized in the submission by the conquering Kaiser, forced to live as Lady Thora, the Ash Princess.  The combination of being forced to commit a terrible act and the reappearance of a childhood friend wakes Thora to the reality of her people’s suffering, and spurs her to action.  She’s given a task: seduce the crown prince, and kill him.  So yeah, pretty typical fantasy stuff, but that doesn’t mean it has to be bad.  What makes it bad is Theo’s flip-flopping as a character and a truly dismal love triangle.  Neither romance feels real, and Theo’s constantly between dithering and acting like... Stormborn-lite.  Oh, yes.  The GoT influence is strong in this one.  I just wish it had been more interesting.
Love and Ruin by Paula McLain.  3/5.  The turbulent romance between Ernest Hemingway and his third wife, writer Martha Gellhorn, is told from Gellhorn’s perspective.  I remember really liking McLain’s version of Hemingway’s first marriage, “The Paris Wife”, but that was so long ago that I can’t remember much of it.  And for that matter, that marriage--which occurred during Hemingway’s years as part of the Lost Generation in Paris--was a very different animal from what he shared with Gellhorn.  You get the expected beats--Gellhorn and Hemingway meeting, her being initially starstruck while harboring her own ambitions, their work during the Spanish Civil War, the affair that led to a marriage, and that marriage’s destruction because Hemingway was incapable of holding a decent relationship and Gellhorn’s fierce independence kept her from being the idealized wife he wanted--but while the writing is pretty... the expectedness keeps the book from being more than exactly what it is.  And though obviously Gellhorn was a good bit younger than Hemingway and obviously her love for him and hero worship of him allowed to overlook shit long enough to up and marry the guy...  I just don’t really buy that Martha Gellhorn would speak and act the way McLain seems to think she did.  She’s so over the top as a young woman in love.  The book is fine, it’s just uninspired.
Trespassing by Brandi Reeds. 4/5.  Veronica is at her wit’s end, caring for a toddler while her husband is often gone for work as a pilot, while at the same time pumping herself full of hormones for her fertility treatments in order to have a second child.  Still traumatized by the miscarriage she suffered recently, she is shocked when her husband, Micah, doesn’t come home--on the same day that their daughter claims that “Daddy went to God Land”.  Swept up in a mess of emotions and falling under suspicion from the police, Veronica flees with her daughter to the Florida Keys, where her husband had a house in her name.  But the island life presents even more questions.  Who are the children in the photos she finds, and why is Micah with them?  This is a solid, engaging thriller that somehow is at its most disturbing when you consider the fact that Veronica’s mind is rattled in part because of what she’s put her body through via fertility treatments.  Veronica is sympathetic, and rather than stupidly accepting things like thriller protagonists often do, she’s paranoid, protective, never quite trusting anyone.  Why should she?  While I won’t say that the reveal in the end is one of the best I’ve read, the story as a whole is very interesting, and I appreciated the fact that Reeds really delved into the mind of a woman with a bit of feminine body horror--like, in a sensitive way.  It’s different.  The book is as much about Veronica’s identity as anything else.
The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine.  4/5.  Amber envies the lives of glamorous trophy wives, none of them more than Daphne Parrish.  Daphne has it all: a handsome, doting, extraordinarily wealthy husband, two daughters, and all of the possessions she could desire.  So she begins her plan: befriend Daphne under the guise of a homely, Pollyanna type and steal her life.  But as Amber becomes closer to Daphne, she constantly has to look over her shoulder for ghosts from her past that could disrupt her plan.  Little does she know that the real danger could be closer than she thinks.  This book was kind of disturbing and definitely does not have the type of ending that will leave you.... feeling morally good.  But it’s juicy. It’s Big Little Lies kind of juicy, about vaguely psychotic women with rich and famous lives.  Frankly, I would have appreciated more development of the female characters aside from Amber and Daphne, but the two of them were great as is.  You spend about half the book in Amber’s mind, and she is HEINOUS.  But in an interesting, darkly funny way.  The book isn’t going to be for everyone, but I found it extremely entertaining.
Next Year in Havana by Chanel Cleeton.  2/5.  Marisol has never been to Cuba, the homeland her grandmother, Elisa, fled as a young woman.  She returns to scatter Elisa’s ashes after the death of Fidel Castro.  However, she didn’t expect to connect with Luis, a historian and dissenter in the current regime--nor did she expect to discover that her grandmother had an affair with a revolutionary.  This book has a lot to say about Cuban politics; and I value that.  But unfortunately, the political backdrop takes over the story, which is very paint by numbers.  Nothing surprising happens.  The characters are dry.  I wish I loved it, but I just didn’t.
From Twinkle, with Love by Sandhya Menon.  3/5.  Teenage Twinkle is an aspiring filmmaker, out of sorts as her relationship with her best friend Maddie--newly popular while Twinkle remains a bit of nerd--deteriorates.  She’s surprised when Sahil--the shy twin brother of her crush, Neil--asks her to collaborate on him on a gender-flipped version of Dracula, but it isn’t long before she’s starting to look at Sahil in a very different way.  At the same time, however, she’s corresponding via email with her secret admirer, N--who she very much suspects is Neil.  What is Twinkle to do?  I loved Menon’s debut, When Dimple Met Rishi, and I’m still very excited for the spinoff of that book.  It was a perfect little romcom.  This was not.  This book read much younger--and Twinkle and Sahil are a bit younger than Dimple and Rishi were.  But their voices were also VERY immature, and in general it just... missed the mark for me.  I think someone younger would love this book.  It did touch on several really great threads, especially with Twinkle’s family.  But I didn’t feel the same thing I felt with WDMR at all.
Furyborn by Claire Legrand.  4/5.  When her best friend Prince Audric finds his life endangered, Rielle saves him--exposing herself as capable of wielding all seven types of elemental magic.  There are two people foretold to have this gift; one will be a queen who brings light and salvation, while the other holds blood and destruction.  Put to the test in a series of trials, Rielle must prove exactly which one she is.  A thousand years later, bounty hunter Eliana is shocked to find her mother kidnapped, with the only person who can help find her being a rebel leader.  In joining up with him, Eliana defies the empire she’s worked for--and puts herself in terrible danger.  This book is an interesting one; the two narratives you’re following are focused heavily on their respective leads, and neither woman is traditionally “good”.  Eliana has the charm of being a tortured rogue, at least--Rielle is more complex, obsessed with adulation and self-centered to the point of callousness.  But I enjoyed both of them, with Eliana’s story picking up a few points over Rielle’s towards the end... which was a pleasant surprise, as at first I wasn’t sure if Eliana’s side of things would measure up to Rielle’s.  There is a lot amgoing on, so things can get a bit confusing--and this makes the middle drag a bit.  But the ending left me dying for more, with the only other complaint I can make being that Legrand could work on her sex scenes a tad.  But if you’re looking for a female-centered story with a few guys who are all about that undying devotion thing, plus a sexy villain and moral ambiguity, I recommend this one highly.
One Match Fire by Lissa Linden.  2/5.  Twelve years ago, Paul and Amy were camp counselors--and he broke her heart.  Now Amy is back to run the camp after Paul quits, though they don’t realize that they’ll be meeting up again until she’s at his door, physically different but emotionally still affected by what happened between them during their teen years.  Both frustrated and with few other options, they make a deal: until Paul leaves, they’ll have a purely sexual relationship.  But Paul wants to know what really has Amy rattled--and he doesn’t want to leave anymore.  I like romance, I like erotica--I wasn’t sure how to categorize this book, as most of it is graphic sex but I don’t know, the erotica bells weren’t quite ringing for me--but I still need stakes.  They don’t need to be fantasy stakes.  They don’t need to be thriller stakes.  It could be that the family business is about to go under; it could be that the leads are dueling lawyers.  STAKES.  This book has no stakes.  I thought that Paul did something super shitty when these (28 year old) people were kids, but like... it was a bit douchey, but tons of people were dicks to me in high school, I was a dick back, and I don’t remember much of it.  Certainly, I found Amy’s reaction a bit over the top.  At the same time, Paul was--very shortly into this sexual relationship--being like “give yourself to me emotionally Amy” and I was like lmao dude why y’all haven’t spoken there is no reason for you to be so invested in this woman.  He was so pushy, it really irked me.  The sex scenes were okay.  “Will these two people run a camp together” just wasn’t a big enough question to keep me interested.
A Simple Favor by Darcey Bell.  4/5.  Widowed, neurotic mommy blogger Stephanie has found the best friend of her dreams in Emily Nelson, a wealthy publicity exec with a handsome husband and beloved son Nicky, who happens to be the best friend of Stephanie’s son Miles.  So when Emily asks Stephanie for a “simple favor”--to watch Nicky for a few hours after school--Stephanie doesn’t hesitate to do so.  But when Emily doesn’t show to pick Nicky up--when she isn’t even home by the time her husband Sean returns from a business trip--Stephanie goes on red alert.  It isn’t long before the police find Emily’s body; and it also isn’t long before Stephanie begins taking her place.  As Stephanie begins receiving odd messages, the question is impossible to avoid: what really happened to Emily Nelson?  Alternating between Stephanie’s blog posts and the characters’ perspectives, “A Simple Favor” is one of those thrillers that is kind of balls to the wall insane.  You can expect to find that Emily wasn’t all that she appeared to be.  But Stephanie’s secrets are just as great, if not greater.  I’ve seen a common complaint regarding this book regarding the fact that none of the characters are good people.  For me, that just made it more delicious.  Emily is this enigmatic, alluring figure luring over the entire story, and you just can’t shake her appeal.
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winelover1989 · 6 years
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I’ve been asked about Sara’s story three times from AgentCanary shippers who are new to her character... So here’s the abridged version for the story of the most epic DCTV hero with a character arc rarely done for female superheroes.  TLDR (For those who don’t know about The Canary or Sara) : She’s basically DCTV’s time travelling Batman! 
Here you’ll find a list of the 32 Arrow episodes she starred in if you want to watch her origin story before she moved to Legends of Tomorrow. So Arrow did a gender flipped version The Vampire Diaries love triangle, Arrow/Oliver and the two Lance sisters - Laurel & Sara. Ten years ago, Sara was the Damon like “bad sister” who’s cheating with her sister Laurel’s boyfriend Oliver/Arrow & leaves with him on a cruise. Not a very heroic start but this cruise literally launched the DCTV franchise. 
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The ship drowns while they were making out & Oliver is stranded on the island named Lian Yu (Mandarin for Purgatory) in the North China Sea with his Arrow origin story kicking off. Another shady human trafficking (sort of mad scientist like) ship rescues Sara from the ship wreck. She sort of develops Stockholm syndrome after a while on that ship. There are a lot of things we don’t know about this story but the motto she constantly used while saving women when she was introduced as the Black Canary in Season 2 of Arrow, ‘No woman should suffer at the hands of men’, gives some insightful subtext.  
A lot happens on this ship & Oliver’s island... the shady ship is wrecked in the end, Oliver thinks she died so he tells her family she drowned during the first accident as he’s keeping his own story a secret too but Sara is rescued by her ex girlfriend Nyssa (remember when she said she too had a Maggie?)  Nyssa al Ghul is Ra's al Ghul’s daughter, the head of League of Assassins, the same guy who trained Batman.  
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They later explained this encounter on Legends of Tomorrow, that while time travelling to the League of Assassins before Nyssa was even born, Sara makes this request to Ra's al Ghul. For five years, she’s trained at the League of Assassins. This is why I like her origin story more than Oliver’s because it’s more believable given her fighting skills & it’s closer to Batman’s time at the League. Five years later, in Season 2 of Arrow, she goes rogue from the League of Assassins & returns to Star City as ‘The Canary’ with a lot of scars, awesome fighting skills & a sexy costume to protect her family.
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Her character has always been very layered & morally grey but she started out from a very dark place, as a former assassin who believed that her family & her sister were better off believing she died in that cruise with Oliver. There’s some badass Arrow&Canary team ups & these two seasons also have a beautiful redemption arc as she rebuilds her relationship with her sister, her dad & gets closure with Oliver. In Season 3, Sara was killed in a pretty pointless way at the hands of a close friend going through a sleep walking murder spree. 
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Her sister, Laurel, becomes the Black Canary after Sara’s death. An year later, against everyone’s advice, she visits Sara’s grave, digs up her body & takes it to the League of Assassins. They have a Lazarus Pit, which kept Ra's al Ghul young for centuries & another character was once resurrected by the pit. But no one had been resurrected after being dead for as long as Sara, which led to the most awesome fictional resurrection ever! It’s my personal favourite. 
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But she returns as something else, so they bring in *drum roll* Constantine (I love that guy) to save her soul & tie it back to her body. It was a pretty interesting ritual involving Laurel & Oliver in a way going to the underworld(? I don’t remember exactly what it was called) to bring her back...
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She returns but she still suffers from blood lust (not literal, just murderous tendencies) & there’s a darkness which she has a hard time controlling so she moves away from home to catch a break. 
She’s chilling in Tibet, when a guy named Rip Hunter from the future shows up with a time travelling ship, assembling a team of superheroes who didn’t leave much of an impact on their timeline. He’s a member of the Time Masters, an organisation responsible for protecting history & ensuring that no one messes with the timeline. For this new chapter of her post resurrection life, she becomes the White Canary.
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These guys mess up more than they fix but Legends of Tomorrow is a fun light hearted show where they visit a new era & location every episode.  And at this point Sara has replaced Rip as the Captain of the time ship & the leader of the team. When she’s not being a badass assassin, she’s making women throughout the ages question their sexuality. So that’s Sara Lance for you...her story on Arrow was a bit dark & intense but I enjoyed it the most on that show, it’s a lot more fun on Legends though. So if you don’t want to watch Arrow, you can just watch her scenes from the Arrow episodes she’s in but Legends is definitely worth watching!  In case you guys don’t watch either, I hope this answers some questions & gives you more insight into her. 
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fission-mailure · 5 years
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So, fun new shenanigans from Constantine (Actual Dave):
The first twenty minutes of today’s workshop were set aside for discussing Nora’s Place, which is a longform poem on mental illness, and specifically how mental illness affects women when juxtaposed with a society that denigrates women’s emotions and expects them to keep everything together for the sake of their children and husbands. It was written in 1965, when this was a huge problem, but it’s certainly still a problem today.
Anyway, so we start discussing it, and Con just flips out. It starts with him blurting out “I don’t think we should talk about gender politics in relation to mental illness!” and before anyone can reply, he continues, his lip a-quivering, his voice rising in pitch and volume, “Because my first wife had several breakdowns, but when I had my breakdown, she said that I didn’t know what a real breakdown was like, and she beat me up!”
Which. I am dubious about the validity of that story just on a factual level (it’s a little ‘and then they came out of the bus dressed in Down With Cis t-shirts and beat us up’ if you catch my meaning), and also if it’s true I can’t help but wonder whether Con was remotely supportive during his first wife’s apparently multiple breakdowns, and also even if it all is true and Con was an angel in their marriage I don’t think a single woman’s actions are a solid basis for banning an entire avenue of discussion -- but assuming that it’s the literal truth, and assuming there’s no context here that he’s not sharing.
a) The poem’s still fucking about gender politics in relation to mental illness, mate.
Like, you don’t have to agree with the poet’s take on the subject, but we can’t just ... not discuss the central thesis of the poem. It’s there. It is the thing we are talking about. We can’t cut out the poem’s entire subject matter because it makes you uncomfortable.
b) You, Con, are in fact talking about gender politics in relation to mental illness while demanding that nobody talk about it.
When the conversation doesn’t stop, because of course it doesn’t, he starts to posit, like, increasingly weird things about the fictional woman the poem is about. It starts with “I think the scorn she expresses towards herself is actually a method of self-control,” which is -- not supported by the text, but fine. Then it turns into “I think that actually her husband is having the breakdown, but she’s pretending it’s her, and she’s trying to control him,” which is, um, practically Freudian in how obviously it ties into his own issue. We eventually culminate in him exclaiming “It’s a true story!” and then when our lecturer just went “Wha ... ?” he went on to explain that it’s so specific, it must be autobiographical, and since the poet is a man, it must be about an eeeeevil woman he knew.
Then we moved onto discussing Orwell, and he seemed to calm down a little and just sulked for a bit.
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Wedding Stories: Classic Connecticut Wedding
Zeena & Ramsey May 19, 2018 · Greenwich, Connecticut
“Daria!!! You are truly amazing! I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done these past few months. Sooo incredibly grateful for you and your unique skillset. Sending you love!” ~ Zeena (bride), the morning after the wedding
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See more beautiful photos from Magic Flute here! 
About The Wedding
Zeena’s mom Layla found me by pure luck, and we are both so grateful she did! Just about the time she was starting to get nervous about pulling all of the details together for Zeena and Ramsey’s wedding, I stepped in and together we planned the rest of the big day in Zeena’s hometown of Greenwich, CT, while Zeena and Ramsey continued their work as medical residents in Boston. From a custom-designed flower for Zeena to carry, to the song composed by the church’s music director for Zeena’s processional, to the flash mob singing the recessional, to the clouds of baby’s breath and exquisite orchids on the tables, to the Lebanese dancers who drummed Zeena and Ramsey into the reception and later performed a traditional Lebanese dance, to the elegant four-course dinner at the beautiful Delamar Hotel on the water, it was an unforgettable event! Even the flip flops for dancing matched the gold color scheme! The guests definitely made use of them, as DJ Paul and DJ Moe kept them on the dance floor the entire night. 
My Favorite Detail
Zeena and Ramsey had a fabulous hashtag (#Ramzeen2018). Their wedding party was mixed genders on each side (a trend I love!), and everyone got dressed at Zeena’s parents’ home. Everyone had T-shirts to wear, with either Team Bride in gold or Team Groom in silver (I couldn’t choose a side, so I went without!). The group had great fun taking competing group photos before the couple’s First Look photos!
My Favorite Moment
This was my first Lebanese wedding, and I loved the dancers! The zaffeh (drummers introducing Zeena and Ramsey into the reception and enticing everyone onto the dance floor for a wild welcome dance) and the dabke (a fascinating blend of acrobatic dance performance and a group dance that is very similar to the Jewish Horah, but done to Arabic music) were so personable and entertaining - the perfect addition to honor Zeena and Ramsey’s heritage.
Venues Ceremony Second Congregational Church Reception The Delamar Hotel
Services Officiants Rev. Max Grant and Rev. Sinote Ibrahim Ceremony Music Alexander Constantine Photographer/Videographer Magic Flute Hair Maria Livsey Salon Makeup Elizabeth Bellom Florist Greenwich Orchids Catering L’Escale at The Delamar Hotel Baker By The Way Bakery DJ James Daniel Entertainment, DJ Paul Lacano Lebanese DJ BrightLoud Entertainment, DJ Moe Lebanese Dancers Afra Events Transportation Red Oak Transportation Welcome Dinner Gabriele’s Italian Steakhouse
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