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thegoodomensdumpster · 5 years

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I WATCHED GOOD OMENS IN FRENCH SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO

and it wasn’t that bad. Here are my thoughts, barely edited as I wrote most of them while watching the show.

EP 1

OK i like god’s voice so far

possibilité d’embarras gastrique is a good formulation, I wonder if it’s the same in the book ( I think I kinda need to read it in french now...)

aghghdhgs « primo-délinquants »

of course subtitles don’t match the audio for a variety of technical reasons but when you get things that have very different underlying meanings i find it… not good This one about Crowley being evil / a demon : subtitles : « c’est ton travail » - « it’s your job » audio : « c’est dans ta nature » - « it’s in your nature » i mean dang

crowley sounds like a little shit asking az about his sword

« T’AS FAIT QUOUA » - he just loses his shit (kinda giving me some le coeur a ses raisons vibe)

ok crowley sounds very nerdy when he tries to explain that he took down the phone network, i think i actually like this voice acting

ligur sounds… very suave (im a little ill at ease)

crowley getting called mon chou by satan freddie mercury is a thumb up from me

i see the part where aziraphale speaks japanese wasn’t dubbed over and we can still hear michael sheen. it’s a bit disturbing considering french aziraphale has a higher pitched voice (and he sounds soooo much more anxious than sheen, give this angel a xanax )

“sandwich bœuf cresson” ( beef and cress sandwich ) deirdre really who makes this kind of sandwiches

im being reminded that the chattering nuns prepared little cut outs for their explanation about the antichrist switch… such dedication to useless crafts (it made me laugh on my first viewing and it’s still funny to imagine that some of them either ordered or built these things themselves just so they could make this two minutes long presentation for the most important act of their satanic nun careers)

retire-toi vil démon infernal, créature des abysses XD i swear az doesn’t sound even remotely convinced when he is saying the « get thee behind me foul fiend » line in french, it’s just too over the top for credibility, it sounds like it’s straight out of some super intense dnd session

they still can’t say bouillabaisse (which, like, weird because french, but still valid). nice touch is crowley couldn’t say soupe de poisson (fish stew) either and said poupe de soisson (sish ftew)

warlock mah boy how can you be a teenager and not like dinosaurs

c’est un dinosaure un nullosaure plutôt - apply burn heal

La façon dont warlock s’est exclamé « C’EST NUL » m’a fait penser au nain de naheulbeuk

the english version has nothing on french speaking aziraphale for the second hand embarrassement during the magic tour. it’s over 9000 i literally hid my head in my jumper when he was presenting harry the bunny. Horrible experience, 0/20, would not recommend

EP 2

oooh agnes has a lovely voice !

why is young newton having such a quality dub for the three sentences he has to say

dick turpin’s name is jesse james (tbf dick turpin is not known AT ALL in france, i discovered him reading good omens)

shadwell is pure chaos (as expected). No particular accent for him though, the chaotic energy was probably enough. Would have made me laugh if he had like, a chti or a marseilles accent.

aziraphale is so fucking stressed out by crowley’s driving i thought he was gonna explode

« tu es un gentil garçon » => « you’re a nice boy » said az to crowley DANG THAT’S SO INFANTILIZING AZIRAPHALE YOU’RE TALKING TO A DEMON FROM HELL NOT TO PINOCCHIO

ARGH FIRST MON ANGE OF THE SERIES i’m hit straight in the heart

anathema’s mom doesn’t have a spanish / latino accent at all when talking in spanish…. why...

dog being called toutou is definitely adorable (it’s basically « doggy » but way cuter imo)

tickety-boo has become ça gaze. that’s valid. it’s corny but i still use it unironically from time to time so ... i stan

EP 3

« je répands la fomentation » « i’m here spreading foment » « quoi tu fais des crêpes au froment ?????? » « what you’re making crêpes with wheat ??? » love the fact that we shoehorned in one more ref to crêpes

az called crowley mon cher camarade, unintentionnal communist propaganda ftw

« pas de repos pour les… bah, pour les bons » « no rest for the… good » – az was so deflated about the ineptitude he realized he was saying, he felt zero percent commited to his sentence

i was wondering how they would play aziraphale not being able to speak french in the bastille and they opted to have him stutter a bit and say to his executionner « excuse me i’m anxious » XD

« vous êtes le 999e aristo à mourir par mes soins. Mais vous êtes le premier en costume beige » « you’re the 999th aristocrat I’m going to kill, but the first one in beige attire » yeah i guess now that az isn’t english anymore his most noticeable feature is his cream aesthetic

« c’est au cas où ça tournerait en eau de boudin » « j’ADORE le boudin » => « in case it all goes pear shape » - the literal translation featuring food in french is « turning into black sausage water ». I don’t know what pear shaped inspires to english native speakers but the mere mention of boudin always make me giggle, it’s such a funny word and such a funny food

OH !!! no terrence rampa for the tv series, we’ve got anthony J. rampa. Rip terrence petit démon parti trop tôt :’(

« tu roules trop vite pour moi rampa » SERIOUSLY i know we can still infer « rouler » (here as in driving, but literally rolling) as a metaphor for their relationship but you could have said TU VAS TROP VITE that would have been so much better argh

has anathema got an emergency stock of potteries to break in case of emotionnal crisis ?

« Rampa, un démon très futé, il m’oblige à redoubler d’effort » « crowley, a very clever demon, he forces me to make double the amount of effort » oh so admitting you’re making an effort there aziraphale ? :))))))

dang i really want to know how shadwell said that major milk bottle died because not only did he die in combat but aziraphale’s reaction is a bit intense, it must have been quite a tale (this could be a crack fic prompt : «The Epic Tale of the Death Of Major Witchfinder Milk Bottle, by Sargent Witchfinder Shadwell» )

des sorcières et des phénomènes sorciéreux x)

CROWLEY CALLED AZIRAPHALE DUCON ?????? EXCUSE ME ????? #NotMyCrowley #CrowleyWouldNeverDoThat #CancelAnthonyJRampa2K20 => ducon would be an insult, the gathering of du and con, con being a very nasty but common swear word, and associating it with du- makes it extremely patronizing. it’s like « absolute pathetic digraceful moron +++ ». thanks i hate it *frowny face *

EP 4

l’apocalypse c’est pour aujourd’hui juste après le goûter : it could be translated as « apocalypse is scheduled for today right after tea time » except that « goûter » is not quite tea time but rather the little sugary snack kids take when they come back from school and that most adults drop out of (i haven’t and i’m sure az hasn’t either). thanks aziraphale for having exclusively food related notion of the time because tbh same

ligur has no right to be this sexy between ariyon bakare and his french voice actor that’s just not allowed

radio crowley’s voice vs french ligur’s voice, who has the sexiest voice : FIGHT

(jk french agnes nutter’s voice is by far the sexiest)

gender neutral doesn’t ‘quite’ exist in french but pollution has been assigned a female voice actress and masculine pronouns (i’m saying it doesn’t quite exist because officially we have no gender neutral, but it’s a serious wip among lgbt+ circles to the point where it’s started being used in a few medias)

hastur « en attendant qu’un plombier vienne » / « while waiting for a plumber to come » does hell have a special plumber unit or do demons have to call on human plumbers for their pipes damages ? Dang hastur having to call a human plumber for hell’s plumbery is another damn good writing prompt for a crack fic

Michael is called Michel in the subtitles but Michael in the audio *shrug emoji*

EP 5

to get a wiggle on has become « il faut qu’on se remue les fesses », literally « we need to shake our butts » like, yes, se remuer les fesses is a common expression to say « we need to act in order to get things done » but it really casts the image of people shaking their booty to some music and obviously crowley thinks the same Weirdly enough I have almost nothing to say for that episode. Sorry. But we’ve discovered most voice actors and actresses so far and no bit of dialogue really struck me as worth discussing or pointing fingers to mock it.

EP 6

« on va BROUTER quelques derrières » - « we’re gonna lick some butts » OK THIS IS UNQUESTIONNABLY FAR SUPERIOR IN FRENCH THAN IN ENGLISH you thought LICKING butts was good ??? you really thought that ???? AZIRAPHALE HERE SUGGESTS TO GRAZE BUTTS. TO NIBBLE THEM. TO EAT THEM. TO. MUNCH. ON. THOSE. BUTTS!!!! not just licking, guys. This is as serious step beyond licking. (oh yeah he should have said « botter » instead of brouter btw, which is really just kicking, fyi)

« moi je crois en la paix, pétasse ! » wow, language, pepper (fyi i think « pétasse » is far far worse than « bitch » even if it means roughly the same, pétasse is almost never used while bitch is rather common, so it’s a swear word +++)

Dagon sounds like she’s got a nasty cold. #GetDagonIbuprofen2K20

I can confirm that Crowley offers Aziraphale to not just stay at his place, but to move in with him. « tu peux t’installer chez moi si tu veux ». omg they were roommates.

Bad translation strikes again : i don’t know why, but the french dub doesn’t have the « tickety-boo » / « ça gaze » being referenced as Rampa / Aziraphale is being knocked down, which is… a real mistep. It was narratively significant and I’m quite mad the translators missed it.

The Jesse James explanation from Newt has become very nonsensical, instead of the neat and to the point pun « wherever I go I hold up trafic » we’re getting a circonvoluted « because it’s a crime to mechanic’s diligence ». I’m not judging that one too hard, I have no idea how to make it better, and that’s probably how it was translated in the book as well thirty years ago, but it definitely doesn’t have the same impact. On the other hand, it definitely IS a very bad joke that doesn’t even deserve a chuckle, so Anathema’s embarassement really matches the audience’s (aka mine).

OVERALL :

I wasn’t convinced by Crowley… I mean, Rampa’s voice at first, but as the nerdiness showed up it really grew on me. I still think that french dubs have often problems with some voice inflexions every here and there, and for instance in Rampa’s case it was when he was annoyed or frustrated ( at the Globe when complaining about horses and Shakespeare’s plays that aren’t comedies, and also when discussing Azirphale’s magic tricks, it’s like… there is a step between having the right amount of grumpy complaining and overdoing it that is overlooked. It’s overacted, it should have been a bit quieter imo. I don’t mean to criticize voice actors too hard either but as an audience watching french dubs this is a very recurring problem and it always feels off to me. It’s actually one of the main reasons I avoid french dubs whenever possible.)

I have a hard time judging Aziraphale’s voice dub because it clashes so much with both the idea I had formed with it when I read the book and Sheen’s delivery that I just… kinda filtered it. It was too high pitched for me, and too anxious (though for this last point I must admit it could be funny at times, but I’m not fond of this character portrayal). The rest of the cast was rather good, nothing to complain about. There wasn’t anything stellar either, but everything that needed to be conveyed was and it was professionnal. It was also very homogeneous, no voice really struck me as being way too bad or way too good compared to the others, so it was really consistant.

So I don’t have much to complain about overall despite a few wonky translations here and there, BUT there is one thing I felt very robbed of : Crowley calling Aziraphale « mon ange » happens only once, when giving a lift to Anathema, and I’m almost certain they translated it that way because otherwise the joke about Anathama mistaking them for a couple wouldn’t work. So, they were forced to make it that way. The rest of the time Crowley calls Aziraphale « l’angelot », and despite being literally translated by « little angel », it feels sarcastic more than anything else ( the « L’ » in front of « angelot » is part of the reason why, it creates some distance, the other reason being that this word in itself has a very corny vibe and people being affectionnate to each other wouldn’t use it as a term of endearment). So, that’s a shame.

I like the English dub much much MUCH better than the French, but the french wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. The voice actors and actresses were quite good, the dialogues mostly faithful and endearing despite a few really missed steps. It really had its moments. Props to brouter des derrières, that one was fantastic.

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kulabutterfly · 4 years

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Joy Package: Cabin By The Lake (M) PJM

Joy package are stories that consist of 3 main characters which are Seokjin, Jungkook and Jimin. They were in a band called Black Swan, Jimin as a vocalist, Seokjin as their guitarist and song-writer, Jungkook as their basist.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: It’s been a month since you dated Jimin and he invited you to join him and his band mates for a retreat.

A/N: Idek if people would actually read this or nah but this is kinda the first time I tried to write something and I’m soo sorry for all the mistakes. Also you can read: Joy Package: Toxic What?

It’s been a month and a week since me and Jimin started dating. He was my first ever boyfriend and he was so sweet and every time I’m with him, it’s like, I’m in the cloud. I’m so happy I could die.

“Minjoo-ya, is it weird?” Minjoo was eating her cereal very slowly, daydreaming about I don’t know what.

“Bitch!” I called out for her again and she jolted.

“What?” She groaned annoyingly.

“It’s like a month since I dated Jimin, and we still haven’t kiss yet.” I pouted as I sat on the chair in front of her.

“No shit, I thought you guys have fuck?” She laughed, “You’ve been so annoying and act so lovey dovey. How are you guys still not kissing yet?”

“We’re shy. Also, I don’t know if he’s up to that.”

Minjoo pursed her lips awkwardly, and whispered even though no one’s there to listen, “run bitch.. run..”

“I love him for who he is!! It’s okay even if we won’t kiss.” But I wonder how Jimin tasted like…

“Whatever floats your boat, girl.” She stood up and took away her empty bowl of cereal to the sink.

I felt a vibrate on my hands, it was Jimin texting me. I automatically smile as I read his messages.

Jiminnie💓: Baby

Jiminnie💓: Me and jin hyung decided that we should go for a retreat for our band

Jiminnie💓: you know, like an MT

Jimminie💓: do you want to join us?

Jiminnie💓: pls say yes 🥺🥺🥺

Jiminnie💓: everyone’s bringing their girlfriends

Jiminnie💓: u should invite minjoo too

Jiminnie💓: cause jin hyung would be alone and i dont want him to disturb us

Jiminnie💓: baby where you attt?

Me: im hereeee

Me: sounds fun! I never went to an MT before

Me: okayy i’ll ask minjoo too when is it??

Jiminnie💓: this saturday

Jiminnie💓: pls say youre free 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Me: hahaha yes im free

Me: but idk abt minjoo

Me: i’ll ask her!

Jiminnie💓: okay baby!

Jiminnie💓: imma go practice!

“Minjoo-ya” I turned to look at the kitchen sink and she wasn’t there so I stood up and looked around.

After wandering for a few minutes I saw Minjoo on the balcony talking on the phone so I guess I’ll just ask her later.

“Ssup.” Minjoo says as she flopped on the couch beside me.

“Who’s calling you?” I asked, shove a grabful of popcorns inside my mouth.

“Taehyung.” She shrugged. “Ask me to follow him to somewhere.”

“Somewhere where?”

“I don’t even know.” She answered short.

“Oh bish, Jimin invited us to join him for a retreat.” I turned to look at her, my eyes glowing.

She looked at me weirdly, frowning. “Me too? Because?”

“Because you’re my best friend and he doesn't want you to be alone on the weekend.”

She faked a smile, “aw what a thoughtful boyfriend you had.” And rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t want to be a third wheeler.”

“Noooo you won’t be! Seokjin will be there too.” I pouted, “Minjoo pleaseee.”

“More reasons for me to not go.”

“What? Bitch, it’s Seokjin. He’s single.”

“So what? No! He’s going to think I’m a freak.” She sighed, “also, I’ve promised Taehyung I’ll follow him.”

“What?? Nooo. Going where??”

“His bandmates rent this cabin by the lake or something.” She shrugged.

“Taehyung was in a band? Since when?”

“He just got accepted last month. As a drummer.” Minjoo says as she scrolls her phone. “Have fun with Jimin, bish.” She then smirked. “This is probably the time.”

“Bish…” I whined, “I can’t do this without you. I’m nervous. Cancel on Taehyung please? Come with me instead.”

“Bitch what the fuck? Don’t be disgusting and go find some cute undies!”

Jiminnie💓: Baby, you ready?

Jiminnie💓: we’re outside now

Me: oh yeah I’m coming!

I grabbed my luggage and ran to the entrance door, “Minjoo!!!! I’m leaving! See you on Sunday!!”

As soon as I reached the lobby, my eyes wandering looking for Jimin’s car.

“Baby! Here!”

Oh my God. He’s so shining, I’m going to be blind. I jumped happily as I walked toward where he was.

“Good morning!” I said as soon as I saw him. He opened the door for me and we both sat on the back passenger’s seats.

“Morning, baby.” He said and kissed my cheek slightly, making me blush. It’s been like 5 weeks since our first date, we’re still on early stage so a simple action like a kiss on the cheek could still make my heart beat like crazy.

I noticed Jin sitting alone in the front and I whisper to Jimin, “Is it okay if we both sit at the back? How about Jin?”

“I wanna be with you now,” he pouted. “He won’t leave me alone when we reach the cabin later.”

“We’re going to the cabin?” I asked Jimin and he nodded.

“Yeah, Jin hyung’s cabin. It’s so pretty, baby. And it’s by the lake.”

“It’s Jin’s cabin?”

“I mean, it is his parents’ but they rented it out for whoever wants to chill there. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we get to stay on their master.”

The journey to Jin’s cabin took about 2 hours. We don’t really say anything. Jimin fell asleep about an hour later, his head leaned on my shoulder. He was so cute and I can’t stop looking at his little pout as he slept.

Jin was quiet as usual. Sometimes he would yawn and sometimes he would sing very very quietly. To be honest, I don’t know why he’s single. Well, he’s not as hyper as Jimin but he’s very good looking and I could tell that he’s nice. Ugh, if only the blind date could work out between Minjoo and Seokjin. She’d be here with us now!

We arrived at the cabin about 2 hours later, and just like what Jimin said, it was so beautiful. The lake is so clear, the porch was so cozy, and the inside was absolutely amazing. It was very very spacious and Jimin managed to get us to stay in Jin's master bedroom. He was so fast, like, as soon as we arrived, he grabbed our luggages and just shoved everything inside the bedroom. Seokjin just rolled his eyes and put his luggage in the second bedroom, near the living room.

While waiting for Jimin’s other friends to arrive, me and Jimin chilled in the living room, watching some cartoons. Seokjin was sitting on the couch near the entrance door, probably writing some lyrics.

Spending time with Jimin makes me happy but at the same time, I was nervous cause this is the first time that I’ll be meeting Jimin’s friends. Well, other than Seokjin cause he was there during me and Jimin first meeting. Other than him, I don’t know anyone. What if they don’t like me? What if their girlfriends gang up and decided to just outcast me or something? Ugh, if only Minjoo and Seokjin liked each other!

I heard someone coming from the porch and Seokjin went to get the door. After not less than 15 seconds later, I heard gasps and Jimin got up to see who it was.

“Minjoo?”

“Seokjin?”

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

I squinted to see clearly and what the fuck? “Minjoo?!” I gasped. “Bitch! What are you doing here? I thought you’re with Tae-” I turned to look at her side and saw Taehyung looking at me too.

“Eh? Minjoo’s housemate?! You’re here too?” Taehyung said as he saw me. “Oh my God, you’re Jimin's new girlfriend?!”

“Shut up, Tae!” Jimin and Minjoo said simultaneously and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“Bish, I’m glad you’re here.” I whined as I pulled Minjoo inside and hug her. “I didn’t know that Taehyung’s your boyfriend.” I say as we both flopped on the couch at the living room.

“He wasn’t! I told you, he wanted me to go with him cause all of his bandmates are going to bring their girlfriends along.” She rolled her eyes, “Where’s Seokjin’s girlfriend?” She whispered.

“Well,” I shrugged, “you were supposed to be his girlfriend, but oh well.”

“Bitch what the fuck he don’t even like me!”

“Minjoo, you don’t even know that.”

“Oh yeah? Then what makes you think you know that?” she raises both of her brows.

“Just a feeling.”

“Feeling my ass.”

As we were talking, Taehyung, Jimin and Seokjin were in the kitchen, preparing for lunch. Jimin told us to just sit and do nothing and that they would prepare for everything. We both heard a noise outside, and we figured that must be Jungkook. Minjoo walked to the entrance door upon hearing someone stepping on our porch and I followed her from the back.

“Jungkook’s here?” Taehyung asked out of nowhere and I nodded. He then proceeded to follow me from behind.

“Jungkook-ah, what takes you so long-”, Taehyung says as Minjoo open the door, “Miss B?” He frowned as soon as he laid eyes on Jungkook’s girlfriend. Minjoo and me were speechless as we just stared at the girl.

“What are you guys doing here?” Hyewon questioned us, she removed her sunglasses.

“You guys know each other?” Jungkook looked at us and Hyewon back and forth.

“Holy pineapple! Minjoo, I’m scared.” Taehyung tapped on Minjoo’s shoulder and she rolled her eyes.

“We’re roommates,” Minjoo says and Hyewon shrugs.

I finally came into my senses and pulled Hyewon into her embrace and hugged her, tightly! “Yay! We’re all here! Oh my God!!” She screamed. “This is the best MT ever!”

“Wait,” Hyewon pushed me away and looked at Taehyung, “What’s Miss B?”

Taehyung shrugged while pursing his lips, and quickly ran off to the kitchen making Hyewon roll her eyes.

Most of us just sit around and chat. Me and the girls talked a lot while they guys were outside doing I don’t know what. It’s mostly Jimin forcing Taehyung and Jungkook out, playing badminton or volleyball. I don’t really care.

Seokjin was inside though, he’s at the kitchen, writing on his notes. Probably lyrics.

“Minjoo, bish, why don’t you go and talk to him?” I move both of my eyebrows up and down, grinning.

“Why the fuck would I?” Minjoo says, rolling her eyes.

“Come on, Minjoo. He’s so hot and single.”

Hyewon scoffed, “Jin is hot and single. But he’s not available.” she shrugged.

“You know him that well?” I asked Hyewon and she nodded.

“I mean, I’ve known them for like 2 years? But damn, Jin was hard.” Hyewon says, “He has a lot of admirers but accepted none of them. I bet he’s a virgin.” She laughed.

“Jimin? Do you know how Jimin was before?” I asked and she nodded.

“Well, partly.” She shrugged. “I know that his ex-girlfriend cheated on him for some other guy.”

“What?”

“Jimin’s a nice guy. Don’t worry. He may be a little bit too hyper so sometimes he’s kinda annoying, but oh well.” She shrugged again.

Seokjin cooked us bolognese for dinner and it was so good. Reminds me of my hometown. We were all now chilling in the living room,

“We brought beers.” Jimin says as he placed dozens of beers followed by Jungkook at the back with more beers.

“That’s a lot of beers…” Minjoo says under her breath, quietly.

“Everyone can have this except Minjoo.” Taehyung remarks and everyone was looking at him weirdly.

Oh yeah, remember when Minjoo got drunk and made Hyewon give me giant ass hickey? Gosh.

“Ya, why are you deciding for her? Minjoo, don’t listen to her, let’s just drink.” Jimin says and Minjoo smiled faintly.

“No, she can’t have any of this. She does weird things when she’s drunk!” Taehyung pouted and Minjoo kicked Taehyung’s waist to shut him up.

“I wonder what they are.” Hyewon smirks.

“I want to see what Minjoo will do when she’s drunk. Let her drink, hyung.” Jungkook says as well, also smirking.

“No” Taehyung insist.

“Hey Minjoo, don’t be lame.” Hyewon nudged Minjoo’s waist and Minjoo rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.” She says.

“No, Minjoo. I won’t let you-”

“Shut up, Tae.” Minjoo sighed. “Let’s just get over this.”

“Ooh! Let’s play truth or dare!” Jimin suggested and Taehyung screamed, “No!! We’re not playing that!”

“Mr Boyfriend, you can leave if you don’t want to play, just don’t ruin our fun.” Hyewon rolled her eyes.

“I told you, I’m not Minjoo’s boy-”

“Whatever.” Hyewon cut her off, showed her palm to Taehyung signalling her to stop talking.

“You’re Miss Bitchy.” Taehyung said back.

“Truth or dare it is!” Jimin squealed as he sipped on the beer.

“Okay, who’s going to start?” I asked and Jimin raised his hand.

“I’ll start. Hmm, I choose,” He paused, looked at me, and smiled. “Y/N. Truth or dare?”

“Uhh. truth.”

“Okay, hmm. Why are you so beautiful?”

“Ugh! Get a fucking room!” Taehyung groaned in annoyance.

“Answer the question or you’ll have to be punished.” Jimin smirk.

“Uhm.. I was born with it.” I blushed.

“Move on please, next!” Jungkook says.

“ I choose.. Hmm.. “ I paused for a few moments. “Seokjin!” He was shook upon hearing his name being called as he was just minding his own business. “Truth or dare?”

“I don’t want to play.”

“Hyung..” Jimin whined. “Truth or dare!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Truth.”

“Okay! Are you a virgin?” He widened his eyes and the boys laughed at the question I asked. I mean, I was curious cause he was so good looking. And Hyewon says he is a virgin so I wanted to confirm. There is no way this hotie’s a virgin.

“Do I look like I am?” Seokjin asked me back and I stuttered, “N-no?”

“There you go.” He shrugged.

“Okay, Jin hyung! Choose!”

“Hm, Jungkook.”

“Dare!” Jungkook screamed. “A man should always choose dare!”

“I dare you to stop touching Hyewon in front of us. It’s very disturbing.”

Everyone laughed except for Jungkook and Hyewon. “That’s not fair, hyung!”

“A man always chooses a dare.” Seokjin mocked him and Jungkook stomped his feet, angry.

“Anyway, I choose-” he paused, listening to Hyewon that was smirking and whispering at him.

Okay, Minjoo.” He continued. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay, take a one shot of beer! The whole can.”

Ohh fuck.

“Whatever.” She say as sip on a whole can of beer,

“Jungkook-ah!” Taehyung yelled out annoyingly and Jungkook shrugged. Still smirking.

“My turn.” Minjoo says, rather calmly. “Hm.. Hyewon..”

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why are you such a bitch?” She asked, her eyes slowly drifting out of focus.

“Minjoo and her damn repetitive questions!” Hyewon rolled her eyes. “Because this is who I am. Now it's my turn, Mr Boyfriend!”

“I’m not her boyfriend!” Taehyung groaned.

“I don’t care. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss Minjoo.”

“What the fuck Hyewon! Why are you always like this all the time!” Taehyung groaned.

Hyewon shrugged, “do it!”

Taehyung sighed as he went toward Minjoo, Minjoo was looking at him, emotionless. He kissed Minjoo on the forehead, earning an angry yell from Hyewon.

“You didn’t say where!” Taehyung pulled out a tongue at her and she rolled her eyes.

“I choose.. hmm Jimin.” Taehyung says, “Truth or dare?”

“Hm dare.”

“I dare you to spell Y/N’s name with your butt.”

“Taehyung-ah that’s so embarrassing.” He kicked Taehyung’s knees.

“A dare is a dare”

Jimin complained but still getting up, he was pouting as he looked at me and said sorry. Then, he did it. He spelled my name with his butt. I laughed. It was so cute.

The games go on quite innocently, to my surprised until I turned to look at Minjoo who’s already on her third can of beer and she looked tipsy as fuck.

It’s Hyewon turns again and fuck. I don’t know why, I’m scared whenever it’s her turn. She always… ask us to do weird things.

“Minjoo.” She said as she smirked. Damn this would be it. Minjoo looked at her, still emotionless. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You’re lame. Choose dare.”

“No.”

“Fucking choose dare!”

“Ugh whatever.” Minjoo massaged her temple.

“Choose any guys of your choice, and give them hickey.” She smiled. “Any guys.”

“Am I included too?” Jungkook asked and Hyewon rolled her eyes, “yeah fucker.” And Jungkook smiled.

“Any guy?” She looked at Hyewon and Hyewon nodded.

“Well, except Mr. Boyfriend.” Hyewon laughed. “That would be lame.”

Oh Lord, I haven’t even given Jimin my love bites yet please don’t choose Jimin.

“Just walked to him without saying anything and just attack his neck and suck.” Hyewon added, still laughing.

Minjoo started to roam her eyes, looking at each guy carefully, but still, emotionlessly.

“Fast Minjoo. Do it.”

She looked at Jungkook who’s already looking at her while smirking and then she frowned and turned away to look at Jimin who’s sitting beside me. He was not even looking at her. And then she turned to her front and saw Taehyung on the floor. He was just sitting there, pursing his lips and she tilted her head. Probably thinking of something.

“I said except not Mr. Boyfriend!” Hyewon hissed.

“Who’s Mr. Boyfriend?” Minjoo ask her back, still confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Kim Taehyung!” Jungkook answered for her, “Anyone except Kim Taehyung.”

“Oh.” she turned her head towards the end of the couch and saw Seokjin. He was looking at her, and she shifted her gaze towards his neck.

Minjoo's body then moved towards Seokjin and we all gasped. Seokjin blinks his eyes a few times and then she just- go to his neck, and peck a little before pulling away.

“A hickey Minjoo! Not touch it with your lips!” Hyewon groaned.

She pulled away, looking away from Seokjin who’s already red. “I- I don’t know how to do that..”

Taehyung went towards her as he tried to pull Minjoo away from Jin as well but Hyewon stopped him, “Leave her alone!” She yelled. “Minjoo, just fucking suck his neck until you taste blood.”

“What?!” she looked at Hyewon in disgust. “Wouldn’t it be hurt for him?”

“No, it won’t”

“I don’t want to taste blood.” She whined.

“Well, suck to be you.”

“Ugh” she groaned, as she turned back to Seokjin. He was just there, not moving. Minjoo moved closer again to his neck, slowly, and pulled out her tongue and kitten-licked one part of his neck, and that’s when he- uhh- he started to breath sharply. After a few licks, she went in and sucked his neck slowly, and then after a few moments, she suddenly got on Seokjin’s lap and grabbed his neck and shoulder. Seokjin’s breath was getting heavier that one might mistake it for a moan.

Minjoo was still, weirdly, on Seokjin’s neck when suddenly she was being pulled away by Taehyung. I guess she felt so mad at the loss of touch cause then she started to cry and struggled to escape from Taehyung’s arms.

“No! Let me go!” She cried and Taehyung hugged her, tightly, “enough Minjoo. You’re drunk. Let’s sleep.”

“No I want that! Let me go!”

“Minjoo! Let’s go!” He yelled as he dragged her to their shared bedroom, “You guys continue.” He said.

“Minjoo is so drunk.” Jungkook says as Taehyung dragged Minjoo away to their room.

“Well, not as drunk as she was before.” Hyewon shrugged and started to kiss Jungkook's neck. “You’re disappointed that she didn’t choose you, baby?”

Jungkook shrugged, “well, kinda. I mean, we all know I’m the hottest here.”

Jimin scoffed upon hearing what the maknae said, “obviously she didn’t think that.”

“Says the one who’s avoiding her cause you’re scared of your girlfriend.”

“Shut up, there's a difference between scared and love, okay?”

I pursed my lips, and almost blushing when I heard Jimin said the “love” word.

“Whatever. Hyewon, let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed Hyewon’s wrist, “I know what else can we do other than this stupid game.” He smirked.

And they walked away.

Seokjin stood up and grabbed his notes and guitar, “I’ll be at the porch.”

“Y/N, do you want to shower first?” Jimin asked me and I shook my head.

“You can take shower first, Jimin. I need to call my mum.” I said and he nodded.

“Y/N, you can shower now,” Jimin said as he entered our shared bathroom in a robe.

“O-okay.” I say, quickly ran out to the bathroom, leaving Jimin in a robe without looking back. Gosh he’s making me blushing, he’s so hot!

I was halfway showering when I realized I forgot my towel and underwear. I finishing shower and figured how the fuck would I reach to the bedroom without them.

I peek outside the bathroom, Jin is still outside, Jungkook and Hyewon in their room, same goes with Minjoo and Taehyung. Welp. Whatever I guess? I’ll just cover my body with my dirty clothes.

“So C-cold,” I managed to get out as I raced to the bedroom, stopping suddenly at the sight of Jimin, standing only in his briefs.

Jimin smiled as he spread open a giant towel. “Come here.”

I went to him gladly as he wrapped the towel around me, then grabbed another towel to put on my head. He moved me to the cushions he had spread out on the floor near the heater and couch.

“Oh my God, Jimin. I’m freezing.” I told him through huge shivers as he sat behind me and began rubbing my hair dry.

“Well.” He put his arms around me and leaned against me. “I’ll warm you up.”

I was amazed at the difference Jimin’s body heat made. He definitely warmed me up, but it took me another ten minutes before I could stop shaking long enough to properly dry myself. I then grabbed my fresh undercloth and went to the bathroom to put them on, quickly returning to the heater with a brush in my hand and began running it through my hair to try to make it dry. I gave up after half an hour. It was as dry as the humid air would allow.

I turned to see Jimin leaning against the sofa. He sat on the cushions he had taken from the sofa, spreading them out on the floor to mimic the size of a twin bed mattress. His eyes were on me as he sat inside a blanket, his only movement coming when he spread the blanket open in an invitation to join him. I went up to him after a moment of hesitation. I still felt cold. I reached over to him when he spread his legs, enabling me to sit between them, putting his arms on my stomach-clad T-shirt.

After a while, I don’t know how long we had been here, we both were relaxing and off into our own world when I suddenly felt the difference in the small of my back.

“What.. are you thinking about?” I asked him quietly.

“Guess.”

He pulled my back against him, and I felt his hardness plainly against my back. He moved his hands beneath the blanket, warming my skin as they sent tingles through the areas he touched. My legs were warming as his fingers moved flatly over their tops, making me bend my knees and bring them up to satisfy his reach. His fingers that moved toward the inside of my thighs sent tingles through me before moving on. Jimin’s left hand moved up, beneath my T-shirt as his right hand moved to the elastic band of my underwear.

My breathing was cut short as my senses peaked, waiting silently to see what he would do next. I didn’t wait long because then, his left hand moved over my breast, my left nipple tightening upon contact. His right hand went lower, fingers taking pleasure in the softness of my mound as his legs moved over mine, going around them and spreading them apart. I was exposed to him now and he was taking full advantage of it, knowing just where to touch me and coax me into sparkling sensations.

With my head back against his shoulder, my hands moved over Jimin’s legs and arms, the only part of him I could reach without changing my position. God! How could this one man change me so quickly and so completely from a thinking, functioning human to a creature that’s totally lost to sensation with a deep need to be satisfied.

“Y/N.. You’re so beautiful..” Jimin breathed softly against my cheek.

I turned my face toward him, allowing him to meet me in a first kiss that was deep and encompassing. Oh, he tastes so good, just how I always imagined it would be. His tongue was teasing me, excites me as it touched my lips and tongue as he pulled back slightly before resuming the deepness of our kiss again.

I noticed the change in his breathing, becoming as strained as mine. His left hand moved from my breast to my thigh. It was pulling me back against him as his other hand worked with me, pressing my writhing hips against him. I could feel him behind me, his burning flesh now against my flesh.

When he had lifted my shirt earlier, my wriggling had maneuvered his underwear lower. He was leaning forward with me now, his legs spreading further as he pressed against me. God, he was exciting me beyond belief. The only thing that my mind could grasp was that the extreme need to keep kissing Jimin in the highly erotic way he had begun.

I don’t even realize that I was arching back against him, again and again that spasms washed over me until I heard a sound. Was it possible that those noises were coming from me???

I was slow coming out of this one. My hands moved slowly over his arms until his hands met mine, entwining his fingers with mine until I became aware again. Jimin warmed me, prompting me to get to my knees to turn to him and then raise his knees as well behind me.

“Jimin?”

“Shh. It’s okay.” His arm came around my waist as he took off my shirt and his other arm caged around my torso. He leaned forward against me, lowering my face onto the cushions.

He pressed me against the cushions as his mouth met my shoulders. Curiousness made me remain still under his touch, not knowing just what to expect next. He moved my hair off my back to give him greater access to my shoulder and back before sliding his palm sensuously over my shoulder and down my side, then resting on my waist. His mouth gave my neck kisses, moving lower until his hand caressed my firm bottom. His lips brushed along my spine and across my sides, making me clutch onto the cushions in response to the softness of his lips and tongue. But when his hand moved lower between my legs tried to get inside of my pants, I stiffened and tried to get up.

“Jimin! What are you doing?!”

He stopped his downward movement, hesitating a moment as if indecisive, then changed position until he was lying next to me. His hand stayed where he was, making my stomach knot again, making me feel more alive with each bursting sensation. His fingers played me like his well-tuned instrument.

“I hope this means you’re ready.. because I am..,” Jimin whispered against my neck.

There was a low fierceness in his voice as he pulled off my pants and panties simultaneously, but when he moved to lie above me and spread my legs, I stiffened again under his touch and tried to get up.

“Jimin! No! Don’t!”

“Shh..” His hand stroked my hair as he kissed the side of my mouth.

“No- please, Jimin, don’t!”

“Y/N..” he moved slightly so he could look at me more closely. “Baby, I wouldn’t hurt you.” His voice tried to soothe me, but I didn’t want any part of what I thought he was about to do. I had heard stories in school, and the thought filled me with fright.

“Baby.. you’re twenty years old now.. How could you remain so naive? You’ve got to know more than you let on..”

“I’m only twenty years old, Jimin! I’m not like your other girlfriends! Forgive me for not being as accomplished as they were! But I have no desire to fuck around with people! I wanted to do it with someone I truly love!”

I probably shouldn’t have brought it up. I mean, I wouldn’t have if he didn’t mention my age and the fact that I’m a virgin like it was so bad to be one. The anger in his face sent a chill through me as he moved over me once more. I felt his hand moving beneath my waist, jerking me up until I hanged like a rag doll out of his hand. He took a cushion and shoved it under my belly, then pulled me on my knees.

“Don’t bother about my ex-girlfriends. I’ll just fuck you better, so you could satisfy my needs later on.”

I felt his cock throbbing under me as I tried to dive away, but he was quick to lean over me and wrap his arm around my waist. His other arm also came around me, but his hands moved in different directions. One was cupping my breast and the other moved down to below my stomach.

“Jimin! Don’t!” I growled through clenched teeth.

“Don’t fight me, Y/N! Jesus Christ, did I ever hurt you before?!”

He held me against him, front to back as we both were on our knees. My breathing ragged from trying to escape. His mouth came down on my neck, gently kissing the sensitive area of my shoulder as his left hand caressed my breast, making me relax slightly.

Jimin’s fingers slowly reached the softness below, moving lower to make me need him again as much as he needed me, continuing until I was pressed back against his chest and moved my hand over my shoulder to feel his face. At this point, I was beginning not to care how he took me as long as it would be complete. The intensity of his cock riding up between my thighs, sliding between them, was driving me nearly mad. My hips were moving under the guidance of his hand, making my own hands move to his hips and thighs as Jimin continued to send me to a point near fainting.

“Do something!” I was trying to say it in an irritated command, but it came out in a velvety moan.

“Is that an order?” His voice was very low and husky as he breathed into my ear.

“Please..”

Jimin didn’t hesitate. He slowly stood up, picked me up and gently laid me down on bed. I was mildly aware of his hands on my calves as he spread me open and I was so scared. I could feel my heart beating like crazy, I’m pretty sure I’d die.

Jimin spread my legs wider and guided himself toward my already moist entrance. I was expecting it to be a painful and shameful experience, but surprisingly there wasn’t any pain as he filled his cock inside me, slowly, sending a deep moan from me. It wasn’t what I had expected at all.

“Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?” His question brought another deep moan from me.

His hand cupped my chin and he kissed me with combined tenderness and passion as he let out a low groan and began to move back and forth in gentle thrust that soon became more and more urgent.

“Jimin..” I whispered, straining against him.

“Y/N..” his voice broke as he quickened his pace, gathering me even more tightly against him. I started to feel something on my stomach when suddenly Jimin decided to pull his cock all the way out. My body constantly changed its mind and I feel empty and aching, which was very confusing to me.

“Jimin..” I whined. Unable to say anything but weirdly, Jimin understood, and pushed his cock inside me again, this time, fully, all in one stroke.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Nothing.

The moan that came out of my mouth matched with his as he began moving inside me. I tried to remain still but then I lost myself and rolled my hips. Jimin said in a tortured voice, “Yes baby.. grind on me- fuck, Y/N! You feel so good.”

I fell back and adjusted my legs, trying to find a place to put them. Everything about him was big, even his hips and I was unsure of myself. Jimin seemed to understand my thoughts and lowered himself over my body, resting his weight on the forearm that pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. Then he hooked one of my legs around his waist and pushed deeper into me.

“Oooh oh oh!”

“Too much?”

I wrapped my other leg around him in answer.

“Dig your heels into my bottom” he commanded roughly. I did and it opened my legs wider and it changed the angle again.

“Yes!” I cried out with more enthusiasm than intended. “Jimin!”

He chuckled in response, and I felt so happy, I laughed too, breathless. Jimin’s mouth found mine and I accepted it, greedily kissing him back as he rocked into me steadily. A lock of dark, damp hair brushed across my face as he dipped his head to my neck, sucking and kissing. His shoulders bunched. I ran my hands through his chest, then skimmed around his sides, feeling every taut muscle in his torso, tight and hard and shifting beneath my exploring fingers as he moved.

I accidentally made strange noises but Jimin felt so good, I couldn’t make myself care anymore.

“Y/N, my God.” He whispered against my ear. “You feel like heaven. So perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

My pleasure was honed by his words, abruptly quickening. The slick muscles at my center wanted to clench and bear down on him, but he was too big for me. I cried out in frustration, feeling the urgency of what was coming, almost frightened by it. It was gathering within me with alarming speed.

The last time when Hyewon brought me to orgasm with a fucking vibrator, that was one thing. This was wholly different. Park Jimin was inside me. Sharing the same pleasure. Filling me. Surrounding me. I was humbled by the intensity of emotions that bloomed at the horizon and raced my thundering heart.

“God damn.” Jimin cursed appreciatively as my center tried to clench around him again.

“Jimin, oh my God. Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he said, pumping his hips with urgency. “Come for me, baby.”

I grasped his solid shoulders, slick with sweat. My breath caught as I tightened around him for a final time. Euphoric spasms pulsed through my center, bringing wave after wave of astonishing pleasure. I was shook. I whimpered and just when I began to fall back down to the Earth, Jimin pounded into me a handful of times with such intense strength, I opened my eyes to watch him.

Mouth slack and wide, he bucked, squinted his eyes closed, and bellowed out an extended cry that reverberated through me as he shuddered in my arms like a great, divine beast taken down by a single bullet.

Jimin then rolled to his side, taking me with him, and I heard his heartbeat pound in time with mine, slowing and heavy, I felt an unyielding sense of brutal possession and fuck. I am so fucking in love with Park Jimin. How could I have doubted him? I should have known that I was safe with him, that he wouldn’t hurt me. Jimin’s eyes were closed and his breath still irregular, but his hand moved until it found mine, gently grasping it.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Yes. You did.”

“And you didn’t believe me.”

“I didn’t-“

“You didn’t know.” He chuckled and it warmed me.

“Jimin..”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you..”

“No, baby.. thank you..” he kissed my forehead as he pulled me closer to his embrace. “Now let’s sleep.”

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lauriejuspeczyk · 4 years

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embarrassing q&a about izzy and john,,, @honeybite and @kiryukazumas ayyyy

1. How did they first meet? Izzy gets transferred to Hope County and on her literal first day on the job she gets sucked up into the whole fiasco with the peggies and she ends up stranded in Hope County (with Reina and Aria wooooo). She and John first find out about each other when she helps Nick Rye steal back his plane!!! Nick tells her about what’s goin down and she feels sorry for him, and then he describes John to her and she’s like “wow he sounds like a douchebag. let’s break into his shit.” because Izzy loves being a shit disturber. It turns into a whole big rivalry after that. 2. What did they think of each other at first? What was their first impression of the other? They do a lot of just like, hearing about each other from other people, or arguing over the radio before they actually physically meet. (They physically meet for the first time when Izzy gets kidnapped to be baptized). John’s first impression is she’s just another out of control sinner who needs to be shown the error of her ways blah blah blah pbbtbtbtbpbt. Izzy thinks John is pretentious and very high strung, which supremely clashes with her own personality, but she really likes fucking with him and gets a lot of satisfaction from making him mad lol 3. Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later? Oh they hate each other at first!! They finally actually like MEET meet at the baptism. John knew who Izzy was right away but she didn’t really piece together who he was until she heard his voice. John was physically attracted to Izzy when he saw her and he like,,, wasn’t expecting that, because all she’d done up till then was piss him off lol. It causes a lot of inner turmoil for him because it’s the whole,,, “I shouldn’t feel like that because you’re a filthy sinner so I’m gonna repress the fuck out of this. im sure nothing bad will come of that. bottling ur feelings is good and works”. He tries drowning her right away at the baptism and Joseph has to come and be like “chill.” Izzy doesn’t really think anything of John after she first meets him, it takes a lot longer for her to be interested in him like that than vice versa, but getting almost drowned is really a big wake up call for her in that the guy she’s fucking with probably has a lot more personal issues than she realized lol 4. Why did they fall for each other? lMFAO UHHHFHFHH its so complicated, fuck. John’s feelings are at the start just a big crush at first. He just thinks she’s very pretty and she pisses him off constantly but he subconsciously likes the attention she gives him. John wouldn’t realize he’s in love with Izzy until a while after their rivalry starts weirdly turning into a strange friendship. I’m writing a stupid fic that may or may not actually ever be finished so I’ll just recap events here: There’s a moment when John is really angry (For reasons...u’ll see... or will u... who knows...) and Izzy calms him down by like,,, grabbing him and making him lie down with his head in her lap and she just kinda like shushes him, and he just lies there looking up at her and he’s like,,, never really been touched like that his whole life. Like never when he was growing up and then certainly never now, especially in response to his anger, so he just kind of I think,,, realizes it in that moment. but also he has a LOT of conflicting feelings about it because he also realizes he can NEVER change Izzy in a way that lets them be together (ie make her join edens gate, nevuuuurrr gonna happen). For John it’s a combination of she’s brave and kind and patient and all her fucking around aside, she’s genuinely a good person, and she relates to his pain and they have funny conversations and she makes him feel good and loved, just like NORMAL ASS REASONS TO FALL IN LOVE? but again, he can’t acknowledge that he genuinely loves her, because she’s a sinner and working against Eden’s Gate, so instead he processes it as this weird crazy religious thing where he thinks she’s a bigger deal than she actually is, like she’s somehow really important and God sent her just for him or something lmao... basically realizing he was in love with her really fucked him up a lot more. For Izzy it’s EVEN MORE COMPLICATTTEDDDD... She probably has feelings for John by the same time he does for her, but she represses it a lot harder and better than he does. For her it’s this thing of she also has genuine reasons to love him but she struggles a lot with how broken as a person he is. She thinks she sees a genuinely good side to him that she’s in love with but she can’t figure out how to make the like,,, crazy part of him,,, stop lmao, and she also struggles with the idea that it’s not her responsibility to BASICALLY FIX HIM so she just represses instead. She also struggles a lot with how he’d probably want her to join Eden’s Gate and how she knows she can probably never convince him to leave so she doesn’t even try to have that conversation. She handles all the repressing like A TON BETTER than John does lmfao she’s much more emotionally stable and just like way more level headed than him, but it’s still a big thing that she’s really just not sure what to do about, so she does......Nothing! 5. Who flirted more before they started their relationship and how? Izzy! flirts! all! the time! She mainly does it as a joke because she loves how fuckin mad John gets when she does lmao!!! 6. Who made the first move/confessed first? no confessioooonnnn I don’t think... probably not ever, or at least not until it’s way too late lmao. See #4, they both are basically pre-convinced that it would never work so they never do anything about it. If anyone was to confess it would be John but he’d have to be under a lot of pressure to do so ie: one of them is about to die or something 7. When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? GOD I DON’T EVEN KNOW HONESTLY I HAVEN’T THOUGHT THIS FAR AHEAD JKJKFKJAFJK. I can honestly imagine Izzy doing something stupid as fuck like asking John to kiss her because she thinks it’ll just make him freak out or get mad, and John actually doing it and then Izzy being like UHHHHHHHHHHH I HAVE TO GO. 8. Which one is more easily made jealous? John 100% but he pretends he doesn’t get jealous :-) but he is toxic as fuck and getting jealous puts him in a MOOD 9. What do they fight about? Who’s the first to apologize? THEY FIGHT LITERALLY ALL THE TIME IT’S ALL THEY KNOW BAYBEE!!!!! JOHN JUST GETS MAD AT HER AND THEN IZZY LAUGHS ABOUT IT THATS THEM THAT’S THE WHOLE DYNAMIC!!!! 10. Did they have a first date? Where did they go? lmfAO I mean they have a lot of little hang outs together at John’s cabin that despite their intentions can sometimes get TENSE... but again...you’d have to beat them with a stick to get either of them to acknowledge the romantic undertones to anything that happens between them 11. What do their friends and family think? Do they approve of the relationship? NOBODY KNOWWWWS LMAO. Izzy goes out of her waaay to lie about it; she tells Jerome for example that she’s just spying. Some people think its like glaringly obvious though (ie Adelaide being like “hey so John Seed is like...crazy in love with you huh” and Izzy being like “WHAT?????? NO???????”) The only people who know she’s friends with John are Reina and Aria, but even them she lies to about how deep it got. She’s esp cautious with Reina because Reina hates John and honestly she thinks that’s hilarious. In general depending on the person she actually feels kind of ashamed because it feels like she’s betraying hope county on some level? so she just kind of is constantly juggling various lies depending on the person lol 12. Do they like to cuddle/hold hands? Do they prefer to do it privately rather than in public? honestly I can imagine them ending up holding hands or something and just like NOT looking at each other at all when they do, and then stopping and never acknowledging that it happened ever again lmao 13. How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time (If they do)? Under what circumstances does it happen? ajsfkjsajkfjkakjfjskkjakasfasjf I DON’T KNOW!! I haven’t thought this far but it would probably happen at his cabin when they are alone and they’d probably just like somehow end up just making out somehow lol and Izzy would constantly break it off for a second to be like “we should stop” and then keep going lmfaofjsafkksaj it would be just like way 2 messy and way too much touching and kissing cuz they’re both way too much bottled up, and it would most definitely only happen ONCE and then John would be even more obsessed with her afterwards and Izzy would be like “wow I fucked up lol” 14. Who tops? physically John; emotionally Izzy, does this make sense, who knos......... 15. Do they get married? Who proposes & how? that’s a no from me dog 16. Do they have children? How many? What are their names? again no, but I feel like if you brought up the stupid ass cliche idea of getting married and having some kids and having a little suburban house John would start frothing at the mouth and then izzy would wake up in a cold sweat somewhere

#oc izzy #izzy and john

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touchstarvedsam · 4 years

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I stopped watching supernatural in early season 10 for a variety of reasons: i hated how dean treated sam, i detest that its not a road show anymore but theyre always in that fucking bunker, i hate how repetitive the storylines and character "arcs" are, etc. Now when i rewatch I don't go past season 5. You seem to feel similarly to me in a lot of ways,yet you havent given up. I guess im just kind of curious, why?

Okay, I'm going to start by saying I have tried to quit, but I have a ridiculously intense loyalty to Sam Winchester.

So here's my timeline for watching Supernatural that no one cares about:

I've been watching Supernatural on and off since 2005. The first episode I watched was Bloody Mary, the first night it aired. My dad, brother, and I watched it together pretty much weekly since that episode for at least the first 4 seasons. But I was 15 when the show first aired and my interests were all over the place. I go through phases. I read my first Wincest fic in 2008 and promptly didn't again because it was on fanfiction.net -- where you have no idea who tops/bottoms because there is no tag system, and I learned early that bottom!Dean was really fucking disturbing -- so the first Wincest fic I found was bottom!Dean and I assumed I'd never find a good fic and quit reading it.

Weirdly enough that turned me off for awhile. I didn't know how to look at them with the image of (completely out of character, might I add) bottom!Dean and (disturbingly dominant and horrendously out of character) top!Sam in my head AFTER ONE FIC. I have issues don't judge me.

I didn't come back until the end of season 8, rewatched 1-4, then 5-7 and caught up on 8. Watched 9 and 10 and half of 11 (almost) live. I worked overnights so I had to watch next day, or in season 10's case, on the CW app while on break at work because they made it available a few hours after it aired. But I didn't join the tumblr fandom until mid season 9 ish. So, what, 2014? And here is where I found bottom!Sam purists like me lmao.

During the midseason break for season 11 I was having doubts about the show, and the fandom at the time was pissing me off so I stopped watching again, then came back between 13-14. Almost stopped watching during season 12 because what the hell???? So I've tried multiple times to stop watching. But in the end, I always come back for Sam Winchester. I have to know how his story ends, and if he gets the justice he deserves.

I miss when they were on the road. But I also have a fondness for the bunker because I love that Sam gets to be in his element, surrounded by books and research. He gets to nerd out and that brings me so much joy I can't even explain it. But I do miss the campy horror it used to be, how dark it was. The later seasons are so much brighter and it's not the same, but I just love Sam so much that I keep coming back.

But every time Dean is a complete douchebag to Sam for no actual good reason I get discouraged. I came back to see how Sam's story ends. He is my reason.

Sorry this got long. It was the only way I could explain how I am with shows and stuff.

#anon #kiri answers asks #spn /////#no one cares kiri

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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WTF is Cats About?

ralbert and cats the musical :)

warnings: none, cept cats the musical (if ur a cats stan, i swear im not making fun of it,,,,just,,,,,cats)

ship: ralbert

word count: 1577

editing: no lmao...CATS

Albert likes to think he’s gotten used to all of Race’s funny quirks and little habits. He’d long since given up on getting him to stop biting his nails and the whole twirling his hair while he relaxes thing is pretty endearing. But there are some things that still surprise him.

Like his utterly amazing habit of withholding big life changes until they’re glaringly important and then announcing them as if he’s commenting on the weather.

Which is why Albert basically spits his tea all over his laptop one morning when Race announces he’s been cast in the fucking Broadway revival of Cats.

Fucking Cats.

Albert doesn’t even know what Cats is about. Not that he’s ever really had the desire to know. The whole show is a little too...furry for him.

It had been a mild Sunday morning up until then. The sky was clear and blue and the sun rays hit just right on their bed, waking them up, but not disturbing them. They’d lounged around for a few hours, switching between lazy morning cuddles and tiredly making out. Life since moving to the City together had been exhilarating. The freedom they’d once yearned for so heavily was finally at their fingertips, lending them the time to focus on their dreams and basking in the post college glow of their early adulthood.

Race worked at the local pizza joint when he wasn’t auditioning for whatever he could find casting calls for (which apparently included fucking Cats the fucking musical). It was a good gig for him; it kept him busy and entertained. Something Albert struggled to do single-handedly.

Albert on the other hand worked at a dingy mechanics shop a few blocks away, fixing up old cars on the side while working his way through the prestigious culinary grad program he’d somehow managed to get into. All in all, they were doing well for themselves as 24 year olds living alone in New York City.

Somehow, they’d managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the kitchen, where Albert fixed them a modest breakfast of omelettes before docking at the counter to sort through some emails.

Race was sitting next to him, absentmindedly petting Chips, their orange tabby, when he states, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert pauses mid-type, glancing up at his boyfriend, who’s still intently looking at Chips, running his hand down the length of his back, “You what!?”

Race takes a deep breath, then repeats, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert’s been rendered speechless by Race plenty of times in his 6+ years of knowing him. But he’s never felt quite as...dumbfounded before.

“You got cast...in Cats?” He asks slowly, before shaking his head and backing up, “Wait, no, hang on, hang on...you auditioned for fucking Cats?”

Race ducks his head, a blush forming under his collar and around his ears, “Uh, yeah, I meant to mention it...but it never came up?”

Albert blinks again, “Who- what- what even is Cats?”

Race goes to answer, then closes his mouth hastily, “I don’t...actually really know…”

“How don’t you know? You’re in the damn show!”

“I was only just cast! I don’t know it that well yet!”

Albert makes a choked noise, “Okay, but you should at least know what the fuck the show is about if you went through a damn audition process- wait, when was this even happening? What- I’m so confused right now...my fucking boyfriend got cast in a Broadway musical- FUCKING CATS- and I didn’t even know he was auditioning.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” Race says, looking alarmed at Albert’s impending Cats- induced mental breakdown. Chips gives an annoyed meow at the lack of attention being bestowed onto her and leaps off the counter, trotting away to find Queso, their golden doodle.

“I mean, you’re not entitled to tell me everything about your life, just...wow, I mean, this is big,” Albert scrubs a hand down his face, “I didn’t do anything to make you feel like you couldn’t share this with me, did I?”

Race’s face softens, “No, of course not, Albie,” he sighs, reaching across the table and linking their hands together, “I just got caught up in everything...sometimes things just feel so busy and overwhelming and I like to process it alone before letting other people in on it.”

Albert squeezes his hand, “That’s understandable,” he smiles, bending down to kiss his knuckles, “And congrats! I’m so proud of you! I mean, fucking Broadway...my boyfriend’s gonna be on Broadway.”

Race beams, “Thanks.”

“We have to celebrate,” Albert concludes, “I’m calling Spot and the others. You better not have work tonight, ‘cause we’re going out for drinks.”

Race shakes his head, bemused, as Albert pulls out his phone to text their group chat.

“Fucking Cats…” Albert murmurs as he sends the text, “Fuckin’....Cats.”

XXX

“Can you say that your bite is worse than your bark? Are you cock of the walk when you’re walking alone? Because jellicles are and jellicles do, jellicles do and jellicles would, jellicles would and…”

Albert freezes in the doorway to their apartment, slowly closing the door behind him as he strains his ears. He follows the sound of the weirdly tempoed music to the kitchen, where Race is bopping around by the microwave, reheating last night’s dinner of chicken curry.

“Hey,” Albert calls, setting the groceries on the counter.

Race glances over, flashing Albert a smile and turning down the music a few notches.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, pulling his bowl out of the microwave and stirring it a bit with a fork to cool it down.

Albert crosses to him, pecking him on the lips quickly and grabbing a glass for water.

“Jellicles can and jellicles do, jellicles can and jellicles do…”

Albert wrinkles his nose, “the fuck even is a jellicle?”

Race shrugs, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth, “Dunno, some type of cat? Google it.”

Albert hums, “So this is Cats then? Interesting music.”

“I know, it’s kinda weird,” Race says, perching at the counter, “But it grows on you. Rehearsal started today, so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Albert places his glass in the sink and leans against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty well, I made a few friends,” Race says, “Jojo’s in it.”

Albert smiles, “No kidding! That’s crazy.”

“Right? I didn’t even know he was auditioning!”

“Seems to be the trend with this show.”

“I get it, I get it,” Race rolls his eyes, looking a little guilty.

“Jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle…”

“If they say ‘jellicle’ one more time I’m going to shoot myself,” Albert growls.

Race whips his head up, eyes slightly wide, “Oh, honey, you are not going to make it through this one…”

“Fantastic.”

XXX

“Hey, Race, have you seen my- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Race turns away from the bathroom mirror, fixing Albert with an innocent look.

“Have I seen your what?” He asks.

“No,” Albert says, pointing a finger, “First answer what the FUCK happened to your face.”

Race turns back to the mirror, dabbing some more orange cream foundation around his eyes. Disturbingly, Albert notes that his makeup design looks very similar to Chips.

“Gotta do our own makeup for the show,” Race answers, padding a generous amount of setting powder around his face, “I’m practising.”

“Right…” Albert rakes his eyes over Race’s features. So far, the makeup only spans on his face and down his neck a little, “What else does your costume entail exactly?”

Race grins wickedly and Albert swallows.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

XXX

“Do you like my tail?”

Albert slowly closes his book, praying for strength as he looks up. Race is standing by the doorway, rehearsal bag dropped at his feet. His face is smudged- like he tried and failed to clean off all the layers of his meticulous cat makeup. He’s dressed normally in adidas workout pants and a random t-shirt from a color run they did years back. Protruding (Albert doesn’t wanna know how, but alas) from his backside is an orange tabby cat tail.

“Did you choose to be the same kind of cat as Chips? Or was it some sort of creepy coincidence,” Albert deadpans, refusing to look at the tail longer than he has to and keeping his eyes fixed on Race’s face.

Race’s smile drops a fraction of an inch, “Wait, it’s weird that I chose to be her breed?”

Albert groans and picks back up his book.

XXX

��Congratulations!”

Albert is met with a faceful of Race’s blond curls as the cast comes swarming out of the stagedoor. He smells like makeup remover and sweat, but Albert doesn’t care as he kisses him, pride swelling in his chest.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the exhilarating feeling of seeing Race shine onstage.

“Thanks!” Race looks high on adrenaline and Albert never wants that light to leave his eyes, “What did you think?”

“You were so good! Everyone was! And the music was all better than I first thought it would be,” Albert said, playfully swaying them back and forth where they stood, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Race, “Just one question.”

Race cocks his head, “what’s up?”

“What the fuck is Cats about?”

Race tips his head back and laughs, “I still have no fucking clue.”

the word ‘cats’ doesn’t even sound real anymore and i think that’s fitting

thanks for reading, chiefs

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grimconversations · 5 years

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I was trying to explain chibi funko pop voldemort to a yard sale customer yesterday and I’m not sure exactly why I un(?)ironically enjoy this oddly disturbing item so much

I’m selling it for reasons unrelated to my personal enjoyment but it hits that weird spot of things getting taken out of context or combined with other things that you don’t expect/ should never have been mixed. Does this match your idea of the character? This little figurine with its beady, Funko Pop eyes?

I kind of love that uncomfortable spot. I think it's cognative dissonance.

I was inspired to do a rp with Voldemort on my phone while waiting in the rain for more people to arrive so I could try sell them chibi Funko Pop Voldemort. My usual go-to character here tbh is au Voldemort doing an impression of the Dude from the big lebowski.

An excerpt:

Peter Parker: You’re not so bad actually, sorry I said all that stuff earlier. You could join the Avengers.

Voldemort: *looks inside the bag for more chips but there are no more chips* Thanks kid. I did kill a lot of babies though. But you know. Babies. Ugh.

Voldemort taken literally is a sort of an extremely unredeemable character and so it feels weirdly fun to subvert the expectation of the character and make him super affable, but with no serious attempt towards justification of his canon behavior, like, at all. I have had a lot of unexpected thoughts about big lebowski voldemort, but I don’t understand them very well.

Something something fanon interacts and contrasts with canon in a way that’s unique to the medium of fanfic and that produces meaning purely by the act of interpretation and transformation and juxtaposition-

Somehow that flavor of lebowksi voldemort feels a bit similar to the feeling I get from this figure brought to us by mass producing brand Funko Pop. Funko Pop Voldemort is getting some out-of-canon context here that creates a weird new meaning buuuut he’s like.. a licensed thing. Is Funko Pop Voldemort art? Is Funko Pop Voldemort technically canon or an AU? Are they going to make Funko Pop Harry Potter movies? What about Lego Voldemort, he’s already a thing and I keep forgetting about him. Lego Joker already did this, everyone loved it, he made $$$, batjokes shippers im very happy for you all

I’ve priced it too high for anyone to buy so far, it’s got a 50/50 chance today of getting sold I kind of want it on my wall.

#hp #harry potter #voldemort #im very very tired i think the process of this yard sale is making me go slightly mental #should i post this the answer is no #oh well its #1 am #is this what it’s like to enjoy something ironically but also just like really genuinely like it at the same exact time #huh #delete later

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im so glad you decided to give utena a go! it's my favourite anime and there truly isn't any wrong interpretation of the events, themes, and characters. what are your thoughts on the individual student council members? as well as the black rose duelists, and the black rose arc itself? that part of the series always struck me as very important in the elaboration of themes that are important for the rest, even if its 'filler', lmao. and im glad you liked utena as well!

Utena is great! I’m very glad to have watched it. And I know what you mean about interpretations, haha; I’ve been looking up a lot of people’s meta and analysis about it since I finished watching it, and people really do approach it from so many different cool and interesting ways. I think it’s a really cleverly presented show in the sense that it doesn’t really directly push any particular lesson or moral to the story; it just sort of very accurately observes and portrays a lot of really relatable and recognisable social dynamics, and lets the viewer decide for themselves what they want to take from that. I really like it a lot!

Haha, gosh, that’s a lot of characters to cover! Well, let’s see how quickly I can sum them up… For the student council members, I really liked Saionji; I think they did a good job at balancing the portrayal of his sweet and childish side with his capacity for genuine ugliness when his insecurities cause him to lash out at people. He came across to me as someone who really did want a genuinely mutual emotional connection rather than just “possessing” someone (that exchange diary was very endearing in its ridiculousness) but didn’t really know how to go about that except by clumsily forcing it on people, which feels like a pretty relatable teenager thing.

Then there’s Miki…I felt like his fixation on his memories of Kozue and later Anthy as his “shining thing” was a pretty good portrayal of how idolising and putting people on a pedestal can also be its own way of dehumanising them, and I thought his episodes did a good job of showing how those sorts of feelings can easily get diverted into something ugly despite him being a basically gentle kid at heart. I wasn’t quite sure what to make about the stuff with his parents, exactly, and I felt like the whole plotline with Kozue was a bit all over the place, but I still basically appreciate the core of the character and what he adds to the series.

Juri was interesting! Her bitterness over Shiori felt like a pretty authentic and recognisable emotion to me; it’s certainly a very uncomfortable situation as a teenager to be in that position of having feelings for someone you know you’re not “supposed” to, and then having to put up with people giving you those empty platitudes of “oh, if you like someone then you should just tell them!!” without any real understanding of the situation. I thought her relationship with Shiori was pretty compelling in how messed up and dysfunctional it ended up being on both ends, but then her last couple of episodes with Ruka really didn’t do anything for me; it felt to me like he ended up sort of hijacking her plotline in a weirdly offputting way, so I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it in the end. I still like the character, but I felt like her overall arc had potential to be more interesting to me than it was.

Touga…I didn’t really like Touga very much! He honestly just came across as a very consciously manipulative asshole for most of the series, and the show’s eventual attempts to humanise him felt like too little too late for me. I think I can somewhat see and appreciate the idea of what they were going for in terms of a lot of his gross attitudes being a misguided attempt to emulate people like Akio as role models for what a “prince” should be, and that he was also a victim and a pawn of the system in the end, but on the whole I was pretty much inclined to agree with Saionji when he said “you’ve never actually cared about anyone”. Even after Utena supposedly made him doubt himself, he still seemed to keep acting in the same gross ways for the most part, which I guess was probably meant as an intentional deconstruction of the usual tropes in some respects (falling in love doesn’t actually magically make you a better person), but that still doesn’t really make me like him any more!

Nanami was just hilarious, haha. I expected her to be a really grating character from her introduction, but her comic relief episodes were so completely over-the-top ridiculous that they sort of wrapped around to being weirdly endearing in their way, so I couldn’t really actively dislike her. I also couldn’t ever bring myself to actually take her seriously as a character at all, though; bizarre comedy episodes aside, she seemed like a pretty standard clingy brocon character without a whole lot of nuance. But at least she was a very entertaining one!

Oh yeah, the Black Rose arc was really important, I agree! I wouldn’t really say it felt like filler particularly - I suppose it’s true that Utena and Anthy don’t do much in it, but thematically I think it does add a huge amount, and I enjoyed the way it established Akio as a sort of “wise mentor” figure in the background before really putting him into the spotlight in the final arc. It sort of made me sort of instinctively want to trust him even despite him being really obviously shady, which in retrospect was a pretty impressively complicated feeling for the show to be able to pull off. But yeah, the arc itself was really interesting! I think it was definitely a really effective and thematically important choice to put the focus on the “losers” of the system, giving a voice to people you’d expect to be background characters and giving them the chance to fight for themselves. I know Ikuhara said the Black Rose arc was inspired by him hearing someone on TV say something like “society is divided into the chosen and the unchosen; to be unchosen is to die”, and wanting to explore the feelings of the “unchosen”, and I think it achieved that pretty well; a lot of the Black Rose Duelists’ stories were pretty insightful in criticising the narratives behind that sort of artificial social hierarchy and what it does to people.

I think what left the most impact about it to me, though, was that it just had such a strong atmosphere! Those elevator therapy sequences really managed to be legitimately creepy and disturbing; the juxtaposition of the duelists’ big emotional breakdowns with Mikage’s weirdly impersonal, deadpan, scripted response struck a very effectively unsettling note for me. And the Black Rose Duelists themselves had such a cool and memorable aesthetic, too…it always felt really striking to me whenever we got to see them dueling, probably because most of them really aren’t the kinds of characters you’d expect to be fighting (as opposed to most of the student council members who have established fencing and Kendo skills), so it sort of added to the impression of these people who wouldn’t normally have any power within the system being given a chance to fight. So yes, on the whole I think it’s a really cool arc, with a really fantastic presentation in particular.

As for impressions on each of the Black Rose Duelists individually, hmm, let’s see…Kanae was a good enough introduction to the concept, but didn’t really leave that much impression. I felt bad for her being used by Akio, but she didn’t really get enough screentime for me to get invested. Kozue…I think Kozue never really clicked for me, honestly? Her being so creepily possessive of Miki was sort of offputting to me (this show already has enough incest, you know…?), and I felt like I couldn’t really get a good feel for her character or what drove her on anything more than an abstract level.

Shiori was really interesting! There was a compelling sort of raw desperation behind her panicked, uncomprehending response to finding Juri’s locket that really stuck with me; it’s sort of an ugly reaction but it honestly felt pretty sympathetic to me, I think? Like, if on the one hand your former best friend is totally off-handedly dismissing your attempts to reach out and make amends with her in person and acting like she never wants to see you again, but at the same time you find out she’s also secretly treasuring an old picture of you as her most prized possession and keeping it on her at all times…well, that IS actually pretty weird, you know?! I think most people would be at least a little creeped out by that. So Shiori’s kind of totally confused panic response and weird mix of vindicated elation and anger culminating in that accusing shout of “WHY DO YOU LOOK AT ME THAT WAY?!” honestly felt pretty real to me. I felt like they did a good job of conveying a real constant sense of deep-rooted self-loathing behind her more selfish and manipulative actions that made it hard for me not to feel sorry for her a lot of the time; it seemed to me like she was stuck in a sort of toxic cycle of trying to escape her low self-esteem by “deceiving people into liking her”, which inevitably just made her feel even worse about herself and just fed deeper into the initial assumption that no one would like her unless she deceived them, and so on, which was really painful to watch. I’m not surprised that she seems to evoke such visceral emotional responses from people within the fandom, because I think a lot of what she says and does really feels uncomfortably raw and real in a way that’s difficult to process. She’s a very good character in that way!

Tsuwabuki…well, he didn’t particularly grab me as a character, but I did actually enjoy his Black Rose episode quite a bit. I feel like it makes for a pretty strong illustration of just how little coherent and accessible information there really is out there for young kids trying to understand what sexuality and relationships are like, so it’s easy for people to end up turning to dubious sources and developing weird and messed up ideas about how things work and what “adulthood” actually means. It’s really no wonder that our whole cultural standards around that stuff have become so screwed up and dysfunctional when no one’s even really willing to talk about it.

Wakaba was great! I liked her a lot. She was a genuinely good friend to Utena and a good illustration of the unappreciated strength and value of “normal people”. The end of her arc with Saionji honestly made me really sad! I sort of wish there was a little bit more follow-up after her duel with Utena, though; I would have liked it if the whole thing had a bit more of a lasting impact on Wakaba and how Utena viewed her and their friendship, but it didn’t feel like that ever really happened, so her subplot felt a bit…unresolved, I guess? Well, I think it’s probably intentional that most of the characters besides Utena and Anthy don’t really get a firm “resolution” to their arcs - the potential for growth is there, but they still haven’t broken out of their shells yet, which is fine - but I think I would have at least liked to see her take a few more steps toward being able to see her own worth without needing someone “special” to validate her. (Akio can get lost with his whole “oh normal people only ever get to shine for a short time lol” nonsense, urrgghh.)

I liked Keiko too! Devoting a whole episode to a previously nameless bit character like that was a really cool way of hammering home the whole theme of breaking down the conventional assumptions behind social “hierarchies” even on a meta/narrative level. Keiko herself was interesting to me in the sense that her grievances and anger at having her chance at happiness “denied to her” when she’s no less deserving than anyone else actually felt legit sympathetic at first in isolation, but then you look at the unspoken assumptions framing that narrative and it suddenly becomes really disturbing (this person would make me happy, everyone deserves happiness, therefore I deserve this person).

Mikage…man, I really wanted to like Mikage - the basic ideas behind his character are really cool and fascinating - but I think his arc just felt too rushed for me in the end? It felt like we basically got dumped with his entire plot and backstory immediately before it got resolved, so I didn’t really have time to get emotionally invested in his story before it was already over. Revealing midway that half of his backstory was probably a lie didn’t exactly help things either, as I was left struggling to keep up with what was actually real and what wasn’t; I still don’t feel like I really have a handle on some of the basic points like why he actually set the building on fire or when exactly Mamiya died, which makes it hard for me to really connect with the character and understand what exactly he got out of the illusionary narrative that Akio constructed for him. Theoretically I feel like he should really be exactly the kind of character I absolutely love - someone detached from their own emotions who doubts their basic humanity, who keeps clinging single-mindedly on to his memories of the only people who ever made him actually feel something even after they’re long gone? Wow, sign me up - but the execution just didn’t quite do it for me. I feel like his story might have benefited from being more spread out across the whole Black Rose arc instead of shoved entirely into two episodes, so that we got more of a chance to get more gradually invested in him? As it is, I still think he’s a conceptually fascinating character, and I’ve read a lot of great meta about his place in the story and his parallels with Utena that makes him sound incredibly interesting, but I just couldn’t really feel it from the show itself.

Wow okay I sure did write a lot! Well, that’s my initial impressions on the Utena characters. I expect a lot of those impressions would change if I watched it again, though - like I said, I don’t think I really fully grasped the real aims and themes of the show until the very end, so I’d probably pick up on a lot more nuances a second time around. But those are my thoughts for now!

#revolutionary girl utena

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sockablock · 6 years

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Chapter 7: Whispers of Cold Weather

Nott just had enough time to process a few key details of their new surroundings—elegant paneled walls, low ceilings, another long hallway—before she felt Fjord scoop her up under the armpits like a cat and whisk her away to somewhere around the corner.

“What the fuck?” she hissed, but was immediately shushed by the rest of the group. They were all clustered closely together, pressed flush against the wall as if trying to hide in plain sight. Most of them now wore simple linen shirts, though Beau and Yasha had acquired some sort of basic chain mail.

“Where are we?” Nott whispered. “What are these clothes? What’s going on?”

“Shhhh,” Yasha said softly, and then pointed to the corridor where Nott had been standing. “Be quiet. Do you hear that?”

She brushed her shoulders off indignantly, then turned around and, indeed, her ears twitched and picked up a sound just on the edge of hearing.

It was a bit higher than it should’ve been, and the accent was heavier than she was used to, but that voice:

“—no, no, more like…something I feel. Not, not that I have actually noticed.”

“Something you feel?”

That had been a young woman. Her tone was light, and mildly puzzled.

“So, you do not have actual proof that things are wrong?”

A different man now, words deeper but clumsy, as if he wasn’t quite used to his own register.

“No, Wulf, I do not,” the first voice sighed. “But you believe me, ja? It is…I just cannot begin to describe it properly. But I know that something peculiar is going on. And I know that I have felt this way before.”

“I understand,” said the man’s voice, “but I do not think Master Ikithon will believe you.”

“He would not listen to something so vague,” the woman added. “You would do better if you had real evidence.”

“Ja, ja, I know,” Caleb mumbled, and then there was a rustling, sound, like somebody was standing up. “I think I will still try, and even if the Master Ikithon does not listen, just…keep your eyes open, please? I do not want you getting hurt.”

Eodwulf laughed. “Hurt? Please, Caleb, why would we be hurt?”

Footsteps, approaching the door. The Mighty Nein immediately pulled back around their corner and flattened themselves against the wall as best as they could. On her left, Nott saw Caduceus suddenly vanish from view, and rolled her eyes.

Back in the main hallway, a door opened and a young Caleb half-emerged. “I do not know,” he was saying. “It is just…like I said, a strange feeling. I am not so sure why or how I feel it.”

“Perhaps you are just tired from today’s training!” Astrid’s voice called. “You always were a weak one, Caleb!”

Her words, though harsh, held no trace of malice. Caleb even laughed, and stuck his tongue out. “It takes quite a lot of concentration to channel elemental magic! You would know that, if you were any good.”

There were giggles from the other room, and then Eodwulf’s voice rang out as well. “Come now, come now, let us make peace! What would the Empire do if their most talented mages began warring with one another?”

“I don’t know,” Astrid snorted. “What would it do?”

“It would call our teacher to knock us all over the head,” Caleb grinned. “Now good night, you two. It is almost ten, we should return to our rooms now.”

“Isn’t it freaky how he always knows the time?” Eodwulf asked. There was more rustling, as he stood as well.

“Quite,” Astrid agreed, “but yes, the freaky one is right. Good night, boys.”

Eodwulf appeared in the doorway, and threw an arm around Caleb’s shoulders. “Schlaf gut, Astrid!” Then he grimaced. “And enjoy the night while it lasts, too. Tomorrow is more concentration training.”

Caleb groaned. “Gods, you would think we’d have moved on by now, ja? I had a gottsverdamnt knife in my arm today, and I was completely fine!”

Astrid giggled. “You weren’t completely fine, you nearly set me on fire! I was almost as upset as Master Trent.”

“Hey, at least you two didn’t break concentration!” Eodwulf countered. “He is going to have my ass tomorrow, I just know it.”

Caleb gave him a pat on the back. “But think of how good you’ll get,” he said kindly. “A year from now, we’ll laugh at how we could barely shrug off an old man and his tiny blades.”

“Do not let him hear you say that,” Eodwulf chuckled. “I happen to be appropriately terrified of him.”

“Agreed!” Astrid called. “Now go away! I need to get some rest.”

“Ja, ja, we are going!”

“Good night!”

Caleb and Eodwulf began heading down the hall, towards where the Nein were hiding. As their footsteps approached, the group looked around in panic, Nott began searching for another door to hide behind and Fjord rummaged through his pockets; Beau had already given up and Yasha was just standing as still as possible with her eyes closed. Any second now, the boys would round the corner and see this motley crew right in front of them, and that could trigger anything from annoying questions, to another fight, to another session of let’s-see-how-much-Caleb-hates-us-today, and then—

—and then suddenly, it was morning. The sounds of footsteps vanished. Light streamed in from open windows, washed over the corridor and settled against the carpeted floors. They could hear, from somewhere faintly off in the distance, the sound of birds chirping.

“What the shit?!”

Beau had thrown her hands up into the air, and spun in an angry, confused circle.

“Yeah,” Fjord murmured, “I feel that way too, but could you please keep it down? Just in case.”

Beau shot him a glare, and lowered her voice begrudgingly. “Sure, yeah, fine.”

“What just happened?” Nott asked. “Was that…it was just night-time a second ago, right?”

“It sure was,” Caduceus nodded.

“Jester?” Fjord tried, turning towards her. “Wanna take a guess at what just—”

And then they were all standing outside.

Sunlight filtered in through the thick canopy of autumn forest above them. The ground below was hidden, covered completely by brilliant orange and scarlet leaves, hints of gold and brown scattered about. To their left was a slow-running stream, and the air around them, though still comfortable, held the waiting whispers of cold weather on its way.

Their clothing had changed again as well—now they were all dressed in the simple leathers and furs of hunters, or battle-ready travelers.

And after their initial moment of shock, Beau sat down on the forest floor and put her head in her hands.

“I’m done,” she said. “This is stupid.”

Fjord pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jester? Please tell me this is normal.”

“Ehmm…”

“Dangit, Jes.”

She pouted. “I’m sorry, alright?! I’m not an expert at this stuff! I just brought us here. I don’t know about every single thing that’s going on.”

Fjord held his palms up apologetically. “Sorry, sorry,” he said. “I know, I didn’t expect you to know, I…sorry.”

She waved a hand, gave him a weary smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

He nodded, then spoke again. “Is this place…wherever we are, do we think it’s safe?”

Caduceus took point. He looked around, tilted his head slowly, and examined the area around them.

“Seems alright,” he said. “The wildlife sounds at peace, there aren’t any disturbances nearby.”

Nott leaned back. “I will never understand how you can just do that,” she said. “Is this how you live your life always?”

He shrugged. “It’s a knack.”

“Okay, okay,” Fjord said, re-focusing the conversation, “if we’ve got a minute, then I think we really should all just…just sit down and regroup. See if we can figure out what the hell is going on now.”

“That would help,” Yasha said quietly. “I was missing for some of the last dream, I think.”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Beau said, eyes widening. “I totally forgot, are you…good?”

Yasha shrugged. “It was quiet. I was asleep.”

Jester and Fjord looked like they wanted to say more, but at her continued silence, they gave up. All of them sat down.

“We’re still in Caleb’s brain,” Jester volunteered. “Just now, we heard him talking to his friends, and then the world changed and then the world changed again.”

“Who were those people?” Caduceus asked. “Do we know them?”

Beau and Nott exchanged glances. Nott went.

“They’re his old school friends,” she supplied. “Um…the girl is the one that we met earlier, Astrid. And the other one, well, Caleb didn’t really talk about him much to us, but his name is Eodwulf. They’re all from the same town.”

“We think Caleb had a crush on Astrid,” Jester added. “He said her name when we were dancing, once.”

“Do you think they’ll try and get in the way if we run after Caleb?” Fjord asked. “Like…like that other guy did, and anyways, who was that?”

“He looked familiar,” Yasha nodded. “I feel as though I have met him before.”

Beau’s eyes narrowed. “That was Trent. Ikithon, or whatever. We met ‘im at the Victory Pit, remember? He was Caleb’s old teacher.”

“He’s a teacher?” Jester exclaimed. “But…but did you hear the, the part where Caleb said the thing about knives and stabbing? Was anybody else bothered by that? And by how…weirdly okay with it he sounded?”

“No, I heard it,” Nott answered. “It was super-duper bothering.”

“I did not think it was so odd,” Yasha shrugged, and they all took a second to just stare at her incredulously.

“One day we’re going to talk about what you just said,” Beau sighed eventually. “But today is probably not that day.”

“Scary insights into Yasha’s past aside,” Fjord nodded, “I’m more worried about why the world changed so suddenly, right after. We had way more time to run around in the last two dreams. This time, we didn’t even get a chance to see Caleb.”

“That was probably good though, right?” Caduceus asked. “Otherwise he might’ve seen us, and been upset at us again.”

“But if things change too fast for us to adjust, it could make our jobs harder,” Nott countered. “What if we can’t find him?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure if that’ll be a problem,” Jester said. “Remember, these dreams all center around Caleb. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”

“Do you think he realizes how strangely the world is acting?” Yasha asked. “How there were…you know, holes in the sky and people suddenly appearing and disappearing and how time and, time and space make no sense?”

“Maybe?” Jester tried. “But sometimes in my dreams, weird things happen all the time, and I don’t even notice until I wake up.”

“So you’re saying that he could think that this is all ordinary,” Fjord supplied.

“Exactly.”

He rubbed the sides of his head. “That’ll make things harder, especially if we keep trying the ‘make him realize there’s something wrong’ tactic.”

“He also sort of hates us,” Beau added. “Which might make him less inclined to listen.”

“Yeah,” Nott chimed in, “but that’s only because you keep punching all the important people in his life.”

“Hey, fuck you! They were being dicks.”

“They were kind of spooky,” Jester said. “And one of them was going to torture Yasha.”

“Thank you for punching that one, by the way,” Yasha nodded to Beau. “It was a…a very good punching.”

“Anytime.”

“So...” Fjord said, ignoring that exchange, “this means we’re back at square one.”

“I don’t think we ever left,” Nott mumbled.

“Gods,” Beau sighed, and flopped down onto her back. “Does this mean we’re gonna force him into the bad memories to wake him up, now?”

“I know it sucks,” Fjord said softly, “but it’s all we’ve got.”

“It is good to confront your past,” Caduceus added, “The first step to overcoming your demons, is to face them.”

“Yeah, fine,” Beau grumbled, “but these aren’t my demons. They’re his.”

“So maybe we should overcome his demons for him,” Caduceus suggested.

The wind blew though the leaves and gently ruffled their hair as they all considered this for a moment.

Beau raised a finger. “Are…are you suggesting that we should resolve his internal brain fuckery?” she asked.

“Maybe,” Caduceus shrugged. “It was just an idea. I mean, my dreams are usually guiding me towards something. And so far, we’ve just been moving through Caleb’s memories in chronological order. Maybe he’s being guided towards something…something important in his past? Are there any, I don’t know, any big milestones in the Caleb Story?”

Beau snorted so hard she almost choked. As she took a few seconds to recover, Nott jumped in. “There are,” she said. “Some pretty important ones. But, uh…like we said before, those are the ones that we should really try to avoid.”

“But…” Fjord said slowly, “but what if we didn’t avoid them? But instead of usin’ them to scare or shock Caleb awake, we help him get through ‘em, and earn his trust? Then maybe he’d just listen to us, and we could tell him to come back home.”

“That seems…a little manipulative,” Nott said hesitantly.

“And it would mean he’d still have to get hurt,” Jester protested. “He would still have to face that moment.”

“Right,” Fjord agreed, “but we’d have his back. We’d help him get through it, whatever it is, to let him get better, and at the same time give us a window to convince him outta here.”

“It might also just end the dream at that,” Caduceus said. “If Caleb feels like his work in the mental world is done, then maybe he’d be willing to come back to ours.”

Beau rubbed her chin. “I…uh…I do kind of like the idea of being able to punch Caleb’s brain problems away,” she said slowly.

Yasha nodded. “I do not…entirely follow what is happening,” she admitted, “but I agree with doing something to help him.”

“As long as we’re really helping,” Jester said sternly. “Really and actually helping.”

“And as long as it doesn’t get too bad,” Nott added.

“I don’t think I can guarantee that,” Fjord said weakly, “but I mean…it might be the best option?”

There was a pause, and then a chorus of semi-reluctant agreement.

Beau scratched her elbow, and sighed. “Then the question is how to force him to dream about the shitty stuff. And how we’re supposed to get close enough to help him since, right, since Caleb hates us for some reason that is completely unrelated to my fists.”

“And speaking of that,” Caduceus said, “for, uh, for those of us who don’t really know Caleb’s history, could we maybe go over what we might be expecting? And, uh…how bad it might be?”

Beau and Nott exchanged glances.

“You wanna do it?” Beau asked. “You know him best.”

Nott grimaced, and turned towards the others. “It’s…uh…it’s a long story,” she said. “And sort of complicated, and it kind of ties into the whole ‘crazy stabbing teacher’ thing from before.”

“It’s probably a violation of privacy,” Fjord sighed, “but I think we might need to hear it all.”

She nodded. “You probably do. Okay, so, it started at the Academy, where he and two other kids got picked by Ikithon to be private students…”

•

“It is amazing that we were even allowed to come out today,” Caleb murmured as they hiked around a fallen log. “I thought for sure that Master Ikithon would tell me I was being ridiculous.”

“He probably figured that you would be useless in lessons if you were so distracted,” Eodwulf quipped, and kicked a pebble across the fallen leaves.

“Thank the gods we’re here instead then,” Astrid laughed. “Otherwise I think I’d get singed again, today.”

“How many times must I apologize to you?” Caleb groaned. “I said that I was sorry, and I promised I’d never do it again, ja?”

“Ja, but it is so fun to tease you.”

Caleb made a face at her, and then tripped over an exposed tree root. Both of his friends considered leaving him there to spit the dirt out by himself, but after a few seconds, Eodwulf grinned and reached out a hand, helping Caleb to his feet. “What happened to the boy that used to run around through the woods?” he asked jokingly. “Have you always been so clumsy?”

“I’ve spent too long in my ivory tower,” Caleb snorted, and brushed his trousers off. “I think it suits me better, anyways. There are no books in these forests.”

“No books,” Astrid agreed, “but I think there might be something else. Do you hear that?”

Both boys quieted down and listened carefully.

“I don’t hear anything,” Caleb whispered. “What—”

“Shhhh!” Eodwulf shot back. “Ja, I do!”

Astrid’s nodded slowly. “There are voices, Caleb. Coming from…the west, I think. There are people in the woods!”

His eyes went wide. But not from fear, or surprise, or shock.

“Do you think they have anything to do with the strange feeling I’ve been having?” he asked, voice rising with excitement. “Do you think they know anything?”

Astrid nodded. “I bet so. And even if they do not, I am sure Master Ikithon would love to meet these trespassers.”

“Thank the gods for that too,” Eodwulf sighed. “We might get a break from concentration training, if we bring them back.”

“In that case, what are we waiting for?” Astrid whispered. “Let’s get them! Same bet as always? Whoever takes out the least has to pay for drinks?”

“Oh, you’re on,” Caleb grinned. “I hope you’ve been saving up, because there is no way I will lose this time. Wulf, are you—”

He turned to his left, just in time to see Eodwulf waggle his fingers cheekily and vanish from view.

“Keep up, losers!” came the disembodied retort. “I plan on getting wasted.”

“Oh, I’ll waste you alright,” Astrid laughed, “Just you wait!”

Caleb shoved a fist into his pocket and yanked out a handful of licorice shavings. “You’ll have to keep up with me!” he declared. “See you all when I’ve won!”

And then he threw the shavings up into the air, muttered a few words, and bolted in a flash of red and brown.

•

“…but it wasn’t his fault,” Beau finished. There was a hard edge to her tone, of a profound and icy anger. “It wasn’t.”

“Caleb just doesn’t believe that,” Nott murmured. “He thinks it was all on him.”

The rest of the group sat there in silence, trying to process what they had just heard. Fjord stared at the backs of his hands, and Caduceus looked somewhere off into the distance. Jester turned her gaze distractedly to a crumpled maple leaf on the ground. Yasha picked a feather off her shawl, and sighed.

“I would not have guessed,” she said eventually, shattering the pensive quiet. “Not ever.”

“It explains a lot,” Fjord agreed slowly. “His whole thing with…fire, and all that.”

“And why he’s…like how he is,” Caduceus added.

Jester bit her lip. She looked up, and there were tears in her eyes. “But I can’t…I can’t even imagine something so…terrible,” she whispered.

“He didn’t do it,” Nott reminded them immediately. “I mean, he did do it, but he was brainwashed!”

“Yeah,” Fjord said gently, “yeah, I gotcha.”

Jester sniffled. “I know, I know, it’s just…if I knew that all those things had happened, I never would have made fun of him for being so stinky that first time. And I never would have talked about fireballs so much, and I never would have bragged about how rich my momma was, or how much she loved me, or—”

Beau reached out, and wordlessly put her arm around Jester.

“Damn,” said Fjord. “Just…fuck.”

“That’s why we were so worried about what might happen in the dreams,” Nott said. “That’s the thing we didn’t want him to have to go through.”

“We can’t make him live through that again!” Jester said. “No way.”

“But…we would not be,” Yasha reminded her. “If this goes right, then we would be saving his parents, just in time.”

“It’s just…it’s a little more tricky now,” Fjord sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I thought it was…I dunno, I thought we’d have to prevent a buildin’ from burning down, or something. But if y’all are right, then it’s not just about stopping a disaster, it’s also about stoppin’ Caleb. He wanted to…to do what he did. If we interfere, then things could get nasty.”

“I could try healing him,” Jester volunteered. “I could try getting rid of that memory, or something.”

“But the cleric who fixed him in the real world got hit with some kinda nasty spell backlash,” Beau said. “I don’t want that happenin’ to you.”

“So what, then?” Jester asked. “How are we supposed to convince him that his parents are innocent?”

“I’m also a cleric,” Caduceus rumbled. “If you get hurt, I could heal you.”

Jester blinked, and so did the rest of the group. They took a moment to consider this proposal and weigh their other options.

And in that moment, as they did, the entire world went blinding white. An explosion of flame detonated right in the center of their little circle, sending charred earth and burning leaves and clouds of ash careening through the air.

“If you are all going to stand so close together, you will make my job all too easy!”

A sixteen-year-old-boy stood at the edge of the clearing, atop a large boulder. His bright red hair had been swept back by impact of the blast, and long brown coat fluttered in the breeze. His eyes were blue, and sparkled with delight.

“Hallo!” He called cheerfully. Then he smeared something dark across his palm, raised his hands, and called forth another blast of raging fire.

#oh MAN shits going down huh #critical role #fic #fanfic #critfic #where all the dreamers go #jay writes #cr2 #the mighty nein #caleb widogast #long post #so long #text #beauregard #fjord #jester #nott #yasha #caduceus clay

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So, i wasn’t planing on going back to making recaps but i had a couple thoughts that im going to leave here somewhere! :)

1) This is such a nice way to start the season. Also, it kinda feels like one of those national holidays in wich you still go to school but you mostly do other activities that are nothing like your usual classes and the whole school is full of kids going aroudn doing activities or going on a little school trip you know what i mean.

2) “the patchwork cushions look cheerful, and the handmade scepter and mace are a delight!” What a nice reporter i like her.

3) Royal Roller Derby, now a tradition :’/

4) “Me and Five are just in the outer hall. It’s so quiet, anyone could hear! “ Are there any other people here? Are we like, officialy escorting janine as representant of Abel Township? I can’t imagine we’re the only source of security here, i mean, this is a peace conference there should be other people from the other major townships and royal security to make sure nothing happens to their representants, right?

6) “ Five, do you hear that? Bikes.”

Me: it begins

7) “She’ll hear you, and beat you with an Abel pennant later! Janine’s intel is never wrong.“ Sam i love you but lmao in what delusional limbo do you live to even think janine’s intel can ever be wrong

8) “[motorcycle engines roar, laughter, glass shatters]”

9)”And there’s a little disturbance, as we all knew there might be" I love it that we all knew that. Peace conference? Obviously someting’s going to go down

10) Ok, Sorry For Party Rocking? Best song choice ever, great party, 10/10 would recommend

11) I am so weirdly charmed by these toe eating chaos viallians. After having to deal with Sigrid, who if we go by evidence, is a generally much higher profile kind of villian, this is a lot of fun. Like, the stakes are still high, because of the whole “we are going ot be bombed to death or killied insome other way thing but. You know, Sigrid was a cold villian. A conqueror, if you will, with her fingers in many important pots, orginized and a high goverment official. The contrast from that kind of angst to suddenly being surrounded by hot blooded chaos and..a bunch of picturesque baddies who cheer and provoque and make very overt threats is pretty fun. Kinda like little guideon and the prison inmates hahaha

12) Operator Rofflenet. Nice, this is cool, this is smart.

13) “ Abel! Abel scum! Look at their uniforms!” BRING IT ON BITCH

14) Me, listening to the biker chaos: am i on the fury road

15) “ No uniform will save you from the chaos, Abel! [laughs] Come here, little Abel. [kissy noises]” im crying bless your terrible soul you dickhead i can’t believe he’s making kissy noises and giving me classic villian dialogue this is amazing. But also, if i was actually there and someone did this at me id want to smash their face with a rock.

16) "I am getting a very Weinstein vibe from that biker” rock in the face it is

17)” We’re going to kill you slowly. We’re going to eat you piece by piece, starting with the toes “ IM SORRY BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD COS THERE’S BEEN SO MANY SUCKING TOES MEMES THESE PAST FEW WEEKS, ESPECIALLY WITH THIS PIC AND IM CRYING

18) I’m sorry but, what kind of bad evil cannibals put a burning manequinn on top of a van rather than an actual corpse? Like? I imagine wood takes longer to charr? So what ytou’re saying is that this absolutley was an aesthetic decision

1) On the one hand i’m sad that jody always puts herself down comparing herself to janine. Like, ok, janine might be better at tactics but jody is really good and the truth is, Janine is not there so why compare yourself at all? This applies especially to season 6, because janine very literally LEFT to do a different mission and left the township in our hands. It’s of no use to think “she would do it better”, she’s not here AND she left this work to us, so that means she trusts us enough to get things done without her (and let’s be honest, that’s a great compliment? especially if janine is such a perfectionist?). So, on the one hand i don’t enjoy jody making these comments (especially because?? she’s actually a super good tactician anyway? jody istg) , but on the other i like how they twisted this by showing something jody is good better at than janine, which is diplomacy. I like how they make a note that maybe on this mission it might have been more beneficial for them to have been switched on this mission, and to have played their strengths in a more profitable way. I feel it could be interesting to expand on this, especially with this thing jody is doing with the uhhh thingamabob to reach other countries

2) Alright, so V types. If V types bit a corpse and it reanimates, does that corpse become a V type too and is it able to reanimate other corpses? From what sam says about the biker who is turned, it seems that it most possibly yes, and if he can infect other corpses this becomes a really really bad situation. It really changes the way we have to deal with zombs AND living people who die in any way or form from now on. Corpses from people who die should probably be incinerated to make sure they cannot reanimated. I believe there’s religions that are not too hot about that (badumtss) so i guess there would have to be a difficult conversation to be had there.

I’ve been curious about how did old timey people made sure to make those V types to go to sleep though. I should look it up but I think to remember that the blue flowers and Loki the sorceress were mentioned in this. The blue flowers calm normal zombies down, and it would be interesting to try that out with the V types, see how that works. I don’t quite remember what the deal with the viking blood was but maybe there’s something to reaserch there too, seeing as it was old as balls and probably more likeley to work with the original virus rather than the new types of zombies created by sigrid.

If we got a way to get them super duper high with blue flower extract or whatever, then it might help getting rid of them. All in all, we really need to get them in big numbers and maybe move them to a location where we can get rid of them. Like, if they can infect corpses it will not take much time until we are overwhelmed by the numbers of immortal zombies yakno?

3) On this very note, peeps being idiots and not believing janine about the new V type is so infuriation lmao what the fuck mate we have already gone through so much you REALLY don’t believe us, because we didn’t do everything you wanted when you needed us to (eventhough we were, ya know, busy trying to debunk a fascist regime and all that)? that is some hard headed petty denial right there. My inmediate idea is: somehow capture a V-type, put it in a cage, and get janine and jody play good cop/ bad cop with the other memers in the house of commons, all super theatrical. Jody talks in an appeasing way, janine delivers hard facts, and then dramatically shoots the zombie in the head. Everyone gasps horrifically at the zombie still being alive and janine makes an iconic metaphorical Mic Drop ™

4) Another thing this whole flodding that district no one lives in reminded me is that i’m really worried about is exacly how much can a zombie infect water itself? I think this Might be one of those plot hole moments because?? I think we have stated that contact with infected blood turns people, but who hasn’t been splattered by killing a zombie with an axe? Or while killing an infected person that has not yet turned? If there’s enough zombies underwater close to the beach, is a certain part of the current infected to? What about lakes or rivers? Too many corpses in general poison the water in normal circumstances so what if those corpses are infected? wont the water carry the infection? (how much water is enough to dillute it?)

#zombies run #zrs7 #zrs7 spoilers #fennel's zr recaps #lmao i was going to put m3 too but then i notince that it got REALLY long

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