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#i think i figured out how to make the quality a bit better next time but i cant fix it for this one so#posted this last night but then i rewatched and wanted to fix something so#its britney bitch#nico rosberg#nr6#formula one#formula 1#f1#f1 edit#f1 edits#f1edit#video#4post#4edit
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... the one where spence takes an interest
Pairings; Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Words; 0.6k
Warnings; one use of Y/N but this was written back before I stopped using it lol but other than that, none, just fluff!
Summary; {requested} "Not to pester you, I had this thought and wanted to share is all, but could you imagine talking to Spencer about something you're really excited about (like a movie/tv show/game or something) and the next day he starts talking to you in length about it, and it turns out he went home that night and read/watched everything he could on the subject."
A/N; goodness, I wrote this years ago on another blog and since I've been rewatching Criminal Minds, I figured I'd go ahead and post it again (cause why not?)... the one and only thing I ever wrote for Dr. Spencer Reid ajdhsakdshak
{ masterlist }
You didn't plan this. Really, you didn't. But you know how it goes when you start binging a new tv series: just one more episode... and then before you know it, it's 2:00am.
Now you're sitting in the bullpen. It's 8:00am and you're constantly rubbing at your tired eyes and chugging coffee like your life depends on it.
And Spencer is wearing a curious expression, already extrapolating possibilities as to what could have kept you awake last night.
But he doesn't mention it. Not when the team is discussing the new case, not even on the jet en route to your destination. He waits until it's just you and him, paired off to go talk to the medical examiner about the latest victim.
"Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, just a little tired."
He smiles warmly, offering you an amused glance before fixing his eyes back on the road. "I gathered. What kept you up?"
"You know, I just..."
But then you realize you don't want to tell him, not really. To you, staying up super late to watch a tv show seems embarrassing when compared to how he most likely spent his night.
You imagine that he read around six books, most of which were probably in a language you didn't understand. Or maybe he called his mom to check in with her. Or maybe he had nightmares himself and so he thinks that's exactly what happened with you...
Any scenario you think of infinitely sounds better than oh, you know, I just stayed up super late watching some trashy guilty pleasure tv show because I have no self control.
"Nothing really," you settle on, "it's dumb."
"Try me."
So you cave, mostly because you're too tired to fight. He listens intently as you tell him about the new show you found, how it's completely ridiculous but it allows you to step out of your life for a bit and relax.
He doesn't say much, just nods along as you talk and before you know it, you've arrived at your destination and it's back to work.
Spencer actually doesn't mention your conversation again for the remainder of the case and finally, the unsub is in custody and the team is back home to enjoy a nice, long weekend.
You don't see or hear from Spencer during this time but first thing Monday morning, he's greeting you as you step off the elevator with a cup of coffee and a bright smile.
... and then he tells you he spent the weekend watching the first season of the show you mentioned and to his surprise, he really enjoyed it.
To say you're confused is an understatement but you listen as he discusses every character and what he thinks of the current story arc.
"Spencer," you laugh, resting your hand on his arm and halting his speech. "Not that I'm not thrilled to talk about this but I really wasn't expecting you to go home and watch an entire season of a show just because I mentioned it."
He smiles sheepishly, eyes lingering on where your hand still rests on his arm.
"You were really excited about it though."
"And?"
"And it seemed important to you... so it's important to me."
A smile pulls itself across your face and you open your mouth to respond when you're both interrupted by Garcia letting you know there's another case.
"Hold that thought," you inquire.
"It's impossible for me to forget it."
And just like that, you're discussing trashy tv with Dr. Spencer Reid during any downtime that you're granted. You gush about your favorite character and he theorizes future story arcs while simultaneously pointing out behavioral inaccuracies.
"People do not speak like that in that kind of situation, Y/N."
"It's tv, Spence, it's supposed to be unrealistic. That's what makes it fun."
+ Bonus: if it's a series that is currently airing, you both come into the office the next morning and excitedly discuss every single thing that happened and then theorize on what could possibly happen next.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds#writing by 's'
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x22 There's No Place Like Home (Part 3)
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 826
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (28)
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Notes: I knew there was no way I could stick to just one drabble an episode for the CS movie, so I didn't even try. There will be 2 drabbles for 3x21 and 4 for 3x22. They are all written, so the plan is to post one per day until they're all posted.
Now what?
Emma turned in a circle, looking around Rumplestiltskin’s vault–so tall and vast, she couldn’t see the ceiling. So compact there was no door or window. Had they fixed the past only to die of hunger, thirst or suffocation?
Could they ever get a break?
She turned to see Killian picking up an urn and perusing it, and her heart rate spiked. “Wait! Don’t touch anything!” she said insistently. “If Rumple’s afraid of this stuff, there’s gotta be a reason.”
He placed the item back on a shelf, and turned to her, arms wide in a placating gesture. “I’m just trying to figure a way out.”
He was always the optimist. Unfortunately, her optimism had all but run out. They were at the end of the line. “I don’t think there is one, and what’s the point? You heard what he said; he can’t reopen the portal.”
Killian stepped forward, and gave her an intense look–one filled with hope and belief. “But you can! All he said we need is magic. You’re the savior, Swan. You can do it.”
Her heart plummeted. He always had such complete and indefatigable faith in her, but in this instance, she knew that faith was misplaced. Her hands were tied, and she was of no more use in this situation than was the unconscious woman Killian had gently placed on the table.
“Not anymore. I lost it,” she said simply.
A hint of something else–desperation? Frustration? Irritation?-- crept into his eyes as he stepped forward and spoke again. “When Zelena died, all of her spells were undone. Your powers should have been restored.”
What was he implying?
“Believe me, if I could make it work, I would,” she said shortly. “You think I’m faking it?”
For the barest of moments, he hesitated, and she knew he was debating with himself whether or not to say what was on his mind. A look of determination came over his face, and she knew he’d made his choice.
“I think not having magic makes it a hell of a lot easier for you to run back to New York and pretend to be somebody else,” he said, stepping closer to her, “but listen to me Swan. You’re not. It’s time to stop running.”
It wasn’t fair of her after running so insistently from him and her real life for the past couple weeks; she knew that, but she couldn’t stop the frustration from mounting. “You think I don’t know that?” she bit out. “Yes, I run away; that’s how I’ve always survived, but believe me. I want this to work. I wanna go back; I wanna stop running.”
His eyebrows rose at that. “What’s changed your mind?”
Emma thought back to last night when they’d found her mother again and Blue had been able to restore her. She couldn’t hold herself back. The joy and relief had been so strong she couldn’t possibly do anything but take her mother into her arms, laughing and crying, as she held on, cupping the back of Mary Margaret’s head.
“You’re alive!” she’d nearly sobbed.
When the hug came to an end, she looked at her mother to see nothing but a look of confusion. “Thank you. It would appear so.”
Something inside of Emma had broken. Suddenly, in a moment of total clarity, she’d seen the truth.
She needed her family and she loved them more than anything. Everything else had fallen away, all the fear, all the delusion. She decided right then and there that whatever it took, she wanted to get back to her family–her current family, the ones who knew her and loved her and would be devastated if she left. She wanted to get back and she didn’t ever want to leave again.
She did her best to convey all of this to Killian, pouring out her thoughts and emotion. “Neal was right,” she finished.
“About what?” he asked, voice gentle.
“You don’t have a home until you just miss it,” she answered. “And being with my parents the last few days but not really being with them, I’ve never missed them more. Storybrooke is my home.”
It was the first time she’d spoken the words aloud, but she knew with absolute certainty that they were true. Home, the word, the concept, the fact that she was ready to embrace hers left her feeling such warmth and belonging that it was as if it were spreading through her veins, to her very fingertips.
Killian smiled down at her, and she couldn’t stop her answering smile. “What?” she asked.
“Look down,” he answered simply.
The wand she still held in her hand was glowing a bright, vibrant white, and Emma knew Killian was right. Her magic was back. All she’d needed to do was embrace it, embrace her home and family and destiny.
“I’d say you got your magic back,” he continued. “Now, should we go?”
Nothing in the world sounded better.
NEXT CHAPTER->
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Personally I don’t expect team rwby to solve all bigotry, but I’d like to see them make any sort of attempt to at least begin to change something? Even relatively small scale?
The SDC seemed like the perfect opportunity but nope,
And maybe don’t kill,of characters like sienna and have characters like Robyn hill who are actively trying to combat class inequality get competed into fighting Salem instead
Movies like nimona manage it I don’t see why rwby can’t
This is the last time I'll be answering an ask to do with these issues in RWBY. I don't feel that there's a satisfactory answer, and certainly not one that I can provide. I've mentioned something along those lines before, but I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you're not the same anon and didn't see my posted answer.
I recently reblogged a post about these issues, but that doesn't mean my answer has changed. That post basically said there is no simple fix, and that means it isn't possible to do in RWBY, unless it was a fictional fix that wouldn't work in reality, which would be disrespectful.
I'm not sure what you expect four teenagers to be able to do, even small scale. They're good at fighting Grimm, but that doesn't mean anyone's going to pay attention to them about anything else.
Ruby's lucky at least some people listened to her broadcast about Salem, but that's connected with Grimm.
Weiss was the SDC heiress but ended up having that taken away before she could do anything good with it, and actually doing anything would have had to wait until her father was no longer in control.
Blake persuaded Menagerie's faunus to form a militia and help save Haven from Adam's corrupted White Fang, but that took a serendipitous attack on her parents and their house partly burning down. She can't command that militia to do anything else.
Yang would struggle to persuade anyone to do anything. The last time Remnant at large saw her was during the Vytal tournament broadcast, apparently breaking Mercury's leg unprovoked. The CCT is still down, so chances are most people have no idea she was set up. I dunno, maybe she could intimidate some sense into people?
I'm not sure when team RWBY would have had time to do anything while in Atlas. Ironwood kept them busy. Were they supposed to take down or reform the SDC with the one night off they had? If they'd tried they might well have found themselves arrested, the SDC and its Dust is rather important to the Atlas military. And then where would they be with their goal of getting the second Relic from the Atlas vault?
As for after things fell apart with Ironwood... As important as these issues are, avoiding arrest and doing their part to help get word out about Salem, or helping Mantle and then rescuing Oscar had priority.
It's not the reason they've done it, they just happened to fall in love, but I guess it could be argued that Blake and Yang's romance is some sort of proof that faunus and humans are equal.
After Salem is eventually somehow defeated, I can imagine at least Blake working with or even leading the reformed White Fang and campaigning for faunus rights. I'm sure the rest of her team would help her if there's anything they can do.
But survival against Salem has to come first. So a huntress like Robyn Hill doesn't really have any choice. There won't be any world to improve if Salem isn't stopped.
As for Sienna, take that up with Adam. I'd much rather she hadn't been killed off too, but there was no other way that was going to end between them.
That's the best I can do, anon. I'm well aware it's not a great answer. I can't provide one. I don't think there is one.
I haven't seen Nimona, I don't have a Netflix subscription. Maybe I'll watch it the next time I want to rewatch She-Ra. I've read the Nimona graphic novel years ago, but I don't remember bigotry being solved in there. Unless you meant an attempt being made? I need to reread it.
Edit: this got long and I forgot about a read more cut until now. Apologies!
#Ask#Anonymous#RWBY#team RWBY#RWBY speculation#Bumbleby#mentioned Bumbleby anyway#faunus rights#ensemble RWBY
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i got tagged by @zaegreus 💕 thank you!!
people I'd like to get to know better
last song/album: i was listening to abba while doing some dishes or something, and according to spotify the last song was knowing me, knowing you (a great song!! also unfortunately kinda relatable for me lately!)
favorite color: green and blue!
sweet, spicy or savory: i can only pick one? i guess it has to be sweet. i love chocolate too much
last tv show: i guess i haven't been watching anything else since my terror rewatches :D
last film: i went to see the zone of interest a week or two ago!
last thing i looked up online: this is a boring one - i often check meanings of words and sayings to make sure i'm using them right 😅 and last night i was reading and had to look up some words again.
relationship status: recently single, which is definitely for the best. however, i'm also finding out that breaking up didn't magically fix the fact that i feel lonely and undesirable and touch starved. i'd have to actually put in some effort and meet new people to change any of that. oof.
current obsession: to the surprise of absolutely none of my followers, it's still the terror and/or the franklin expedition. things are getting so bad that i'm this close to terrorposting on my normie social media (mostly instagram). like, at some point i want to post some of my sketches for my irls to see, and i keep drafting some ig stories, and then i write something like "he's my favorite soup ingredient boy" and go like ookaayy maybe i shouldn't post that
i'm tagging @jurassic-cunt @seresuns @joondemiel @sparrow30 and anyone else who wants to do this! 😇
#tag games#i'm always blanking on who i should tag#like i try to change it up a little so i'm not always tagging the same people#also if anyone doesn't want to be tagged anymore pls let me know 😅
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2023 WIP cleanout
a couple years ago i did a major WIP cleanout and it was very satisfying, and i've been bummed out lately so i'm doing it again to cheer myself up.
i have about 200k worth of unposted/unfinished fic, and i'd like to make a decent dent in that. when i listed out my WIPs i was surprised to find that most of them i'd written past the 50% mark and for whatever reason, the fic went an unanticipated direction. instead of fixing it, i moved on. the problem is that usually the unanticipated direction is something cool and that i want to pursue, but would make the fic longer and more complicated than i want it to be, and more work than i want to put into it. once i get enough distance from a fic, it's a lot easier to see how to get it back on track.
there are many things i set down and never think about again, but if it sticks in my head for longer than a couple months, then i know i need to come back to it eventually.
so this is my accountability thread! and i'm going to lay out the steps i took to triage these fics and get them posted, in case it helps anyone struggling with the same problem.
here are the things on my WIP cleanout list:
(Organic Chemistry isn't on this list because i'm actively working on it, albeit slowly)
Wind of the New World
Annie/Finnick, The Hunger Games (ASE epilogue)
started August 2020
this one is what inspired the cleanout, and as of yesterday it is DONE and POSTED. for the longest time it sat at about 7k when i knew it would be 10k, and i couldn't make myself write the last 3k because somehow it turned into a threesome fic with Gale and it took me a loooong time to let go of that idea. also, it required a lot of canon knowledge, which faded the longer i kept it on the backburner.
to finish it, i:
killed a few darlings (Finnick's crush on Gale)
down drafted the scenes i hadn't yet written
reread ASE while taking notes
rewatched Mockingjay 2 while taking notes
transcribed several scenes of Mockingjay 2
made a punch list of things i wanted to fix/rearrange/expand on
up drafted, dental drafted, and posted
completing it took about 15 hours across 3 days.
Stray
Lumine/Razor, Genshin Impact
started April 2021
this is an alternate beginning to genshin where the traveler finds Razor instead of Paimon. it stalled out at 5k because i wanted it to be rated M and i also wanted the characters to get all the way to Liyue, but both of those things were far more work than i wanted to put into it. so now it'll be rated G and end when they reach Mondstadt. i don't anticipate it will be more than 7k.
Before the Suns Rise
Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan, Star Wars
started June 2022
this one is nearly 45k and about 95% done. i set it down because 1) i got to the threesome part and writing threesomes is hard, 2) i hadn't watched the Clone Wars or Rebels yet and so i was self-conscious about my knowledge of canon, and 3) i got distracted by Lemon.
another thing that a lot of these WIPs have in common is that they're very closely tied to canon and therefore have Plot and even though i can do Plot, i find it exhausting and a little tedious.
this is a post-Vader, alt-OWK timeline fic. in the 20+ star wars fics i've written, only 5 of them are in any way related to canon, and they're all one-shots. so this one is going to be hard.
i anticipate it'll only take 5k to finish, for a total of 50k and 14 chapters.
Patronage
Seungho/Nakyum, Painter of the Night
started October 2021
this is my Patreon AU that's over 10k already. in it, Seungho is married to Jihwa (and cheating on him with Nakyum) and i wanted to write the whole thing through to their divorce (and Seungho Getting A Real Job), but that is just. a lot. so i'm going to write only to Seungho finally giving in to his feelings for Nakyum, with the knowledge that after season 4 is finished, i may want to continue it as a series and write the latter half as i'd intended.
i'll probably only add 1-2k, for a total of 12k.
In Water Falling
Ahsoka/Rex, Star Wars
started November 2022
this was the first rexsoka fic i started working on when i finished Clone Wars. i got about 10k in, scrapped it, wrote another 15k, scrapped it, and then started focusing on Organic Chemistry. also, i just got very frustrated with it. to fix this one, i think i need to lower my expectations of it, rearrange some plot points, and write the final 2-3 scenes.
maybe 3-4k more? hopefully it'll cap out under 20k.
There & Here
Chishiya/OFC, Alice in Borderland
started February 2023
in my defense, i set this one down, like. a week ago. there's nothing i'm stalled out on; i just have to finish it.
currently 25k, hopefully only 5k more, capping out under 30k. it's 4 chapters.
things i intend to finish later:
Good Bones - this is my Emergency Fic that i'm saving for when i'm too blocked to write anything else
Bomb Time - this is a BOSAS fix-it. i definitely want to finish it, but i'm going to wait until the film comes out in November, so i don't have to reread the book to remember what's going on
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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:
Tagged by @merinnan. Thanks! ^_^
3 Ships You Like: FeiHua, PingXie, Yan Dan X Ying Yuan x Yu Mo (started an Immortal Samsara rewatch last night, so sue me. At least I know @slangerogkatter will appreciate that one ;D)
First Ship Ever: ...I have distinct memories of constantly telling @tirrasae when we were in high school that "Captain Kirk and Uhura should get marriiiiiied." But I'm honestly not sure if that was 1) even genuinely a ship and 2) if it was, if it was my first one. I'm pretty sure it wasn't. XD
Last Song You Heard: (Side note: very much approve of your listening choices, merrinan ^_^) Also uh... it was probably whatever my last morning alarm was, which means it was something from the MLCB OST. Probably... 一壶莲花醉 by Hu Xia. ^_^
Oh, also whatever the Hangzhou City background music is on the DMBJ game that's been playing nonstop because I have the game open on my phone next to me. XD
Favourite Childhood Book: I'm not sure what really counts as "childhood" for the purposes of this question, but probably the answer either way is Snow Dog by Jim Kjelgaard. I was OBSESSED with that book for a decent chunk of elementary school. Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry was was up there, too.
Currently Reading: NOTHING REALLY. Everything I started reading I Have since stalled out on. I was able to read again for like... TWO WEEKS and then the ability to focus on reading left me again. *sobs aggressively* But if it ever returns, the books I was in the middle of when I stalled where Into the West by Mercedes Lackey and The King's Avatar/QZGS (全职高手) by Butterfly Blue (蝴碟蓝).
Currently watching: AHAHAHA. I'm watching too many things and almost all of them are rewatches. Nothing new. Things I'm rewatching with watchalong friends: The King's Avatar with @buriedbybooks and @thearchivisttheprime), Mysterious Lotus Casebook with @elenothar, South Wind Knows with @kalypartemis. Things I'm rewatching on my own: Immortal Samsara and I just finished up Leverage and and moving on to Leverage Redemption. Also just recently finished rewatching all of The West Wing. ^_^
Currently consuming: Nothing at the moment but my tummy is a-grumbling, so maybe I should fix that. XD To anyone following my MCAS saga, though, I am happy to report that most of my sense of taste has finally returned from the war! So that's exciting. ;D
Currently craving: A break <-- ...omg, merinnan that is such a mood. TT^TT But also these curry puffs with cucumber salad that the Thai place in town used to serve. Unfortunately, they're closed and will never serve them again. TT^TT
Tagging: if you've been tagged in this post, consider yourself tagged to do it ^_^, also if you just see this post and want to do it, please feel free ^_^, and specifically: @bbcphile, @difeisheng, @fixaidea, @takethewatch, @adorablecrab, @sephstones, @doh-rae-me, @ anyone who I'm forgetting because my brain just went splat. XD
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My Favorite New Manga Reads of 2023
For the past few years on twitter, I've made threads of some of my favorite manga and light novel reads from the past year. This year, I decided I would move it over to two tumblr posts.
After the cut are some of my favorite titles that I picked up for the first time in 2023.
Talk to My Back, Yamada Murasaki
I like to pick up something a little more unusual at least once a year and so at the beginning of this year, I picked up this 1980s alt-manga title about the life of a Tokyo housewife played out in short vignettes. It's a frustrating read because of how real it feels and how much it feels like things haven't changed as much in the last 40 years as I'd like, but it's all the more fascinating for it. The essay at the end discussing Yamada Murasaki's work and placing it in context was a nice bonus too.
When a Cat Faces West, Yuki Urushibara
I love Yuki Urushibara's Mushishi (slow though I have been to actually finish it), so when Kodansha announced a license for Urushibara's much shorter series, I was there for it. It has a cool concept - there are areas of "flow" that will pop up out of nowhere and shift people and places out of time and space and one guy has tasked himself with helping people fix issues caused by it - but mostly it feels like Mushishi but set in the present day. I love a series that's just vibes all the way down.
Skip and Loafer, Misaki Takamatsu
I was absolutely smitten with the Skip and Loafer anime, so when it ended with what felt like a pretty definitive "we are not making a second season of this" final episode, I started the manga. A high school slice of life series lives by its characters and Mitsumi is the more adorable dork ever. The other characters are equally delightful, even when I don't necessarily like them, and I'm so eager to dive deeper into their lives.
Associate Professor Akira Takatsuki's Conjecture (light novel), Mikage Sawamura
This series feels a bit like what you'd get if you crossed The Case Files of Jeweler Richard and The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window: a college student with a supernatural ability to hear lies that alienates him from everyone meets a folklore professor with a mysterious past fascinated by mysteries, and together they investigate possibly-supernatural events. It's a bit silly, but the relationship between the leads is interesting and there's a lot of fun urban legends in the mix. There's also a manga adaptation that I haven't yet picked up, but maybe one day...
March Comes in Like a Lion, Chica Umino
I was curious about this one from the second Denpa announced the license just because of how much I'd heard about the series for years now, and it did not disappoint. I love a good story about a depressed and lonely teenage boy sublimating his feelings into an obsession with a uniquely Japanese pastime, especially when there's so many people around him wanting to help him stop being alone. Now I just wish that the release wasn't quite as slow as it has been, even if I know the many reasons why...though at least I still have the anime to rewatch while I wait.
Don't Call It Mystery, Yumi Tamura
After reading Basara and Wild Com, I was eager to get my hands on a newer series by Yumi Tamura, and the fact that it's a modern-day non-fantasy series made it all the more interesting. Totonou's incessant observations about the things going on around him are delightful, especially when they lead him straight into all kinds of dangers or even just leave everyone around him wishing he'd stop talking for about five seconds. I just want to pat him on the head and ask him to make me some curry.
After the Rain, Jun Mayuzuki
I got a card for the Japan Foundation's ebook library not too long ago, which has been great for picking up a lot of books that aren't available in my local library's collection, including this series. I had heard about it but was a bit hesitant because it's about a teenage girl who gets a crush on her much older boss...but hey, why not give it a try from the library? I'm glad I did because there was such a sweet relationship between them that ultimately helped them both out of the ruts they were in with their personal lives and dreams.
River's Edge, Kyoko Okazaki
I still can't decide if I actually enjoy Kyoko Okazaki's work or not, but I got a little closer to it with River's Edge. It's a harsh story about disaffected teenagers who find a dead body, but somehow it feels less depressing than the other works of hers I've read because they're teenagers and there's still the possibility that they can escape the lives that are dragging them down. I will say this - Okazaki's stories are never boring, whether I enjoy them or not.
Her, Tomoko Yamashita
I got a little overambitious this year and ordered the Italian release of a Tomoko Yamashita title I've been wanting to read for years. Can I read Italian? No. Did I think maybe I could figure it out kinda okay because I've studied French and Spanish? Yes. Did I end up reading everything through a translation app? Also yes. But this collection of interconnected stories about women and relationships was excellent despite the language barrier. I was thrilled to finally see the context for the kiss between a younger woman and an elderly woman that I so admired in Yamashita's 15th anniversary artbook, and its story was a touching exploration of what "normal" means. I would love to see this in English, but unfortunately I can't see it getting picked up.
Glitch, Shima Shinya
I was thrilled that Yen Press decided to pick up another title from Shima Shinya after Lost Lad London, and Glitch has been well worth my time. While it is a fantasy story about a town full of glitches in reality that I'm excited to see play out fully, what really caught my eye is the sheer amount of diversity in the characters - one of the leads is nonbinary, there are mixed race characters, there's a lesbian couple, etc. It's all part of the story but not in a didactic way, which I appreciate immensely. Shinya's art also makes me so happy, and I hope Yen continues to get more of their work.
Lilies and Voices Born Upon the Wind, Renmei
Speaking of diversity in characters, I enjoyed this series not only because it was a nice yuri with a motorcycle lesbian (always a bonus in my book, the motorcycle) but because it had some really thoughtful discussion of asexuality in multiple forms. I wish I could've gotten one of the printed copies that were available for purchase at one con, but alas.
Witch Hat Atelier Kitchen, Hiromi Sato & Kamome Shirahama
Did we really need a cooking series spinoff of Witch Hat Atelier? Probably not. Am I glad we got it in English anyway? Absolutely. This is basically an Olruggio/Qifrey slowburn domestic au fanfic and I adore it. And I love that they keep up the conceit about magical ingredients in each chapter's recipe, even though they are legit recipes you can actually make with the real ingredients recommended as substitutions. What Did You Eat Yesterday? but with witches, clearly an ideal combination.
Scribbles, Kaoru Mori
I am not actually a diehard fan of Kaoru Mori's work - I drifted away from A Bride's Story when I ran out of volumes at the library - but I do unabashedly adore her art. Scribbles is just perfect for me with its pages from her sketchbooks and her commentary about things like the ideal skirt tightness. I bought this in hardcover and all and will continue to get the other volumes in hardcover even though I almost always get Yen Press titles digitally because it's so much cheaper that way, that's how much I like it.
Innocent, Shin'ichi Sakamoto
I've had my eye on Shin'ichi Sakamoto's work for a while because I saw a bunch of panels from Innocent on here and fell in love with the art. What I did not expect was that the violently erotic story about a French executioner would actually get an English license. It's gorgeous and violent and weird and I am so here for it. Now, if I could just be sure that Dark Horse actually plans on releasing the whole thing...
Barbarities, Tsuta Suzuki
Much like with Innocent, I saw panels from Barbarities on here ages ago and wished I could read it without much hope, given the lack of other licenses for Tsuta Suzuki's bl since SuBLime's relicense of A Strange & Mystifying Story ages ago. But thankfully I am getting to read this nebulously historical drama with all of its social machinations and pretty men getting flustered by other flirtatious pretty men. And such nice clothes!
A Home Far Away, Teki Yatsuda
Kuma really gets some stellar licenses and A Home Far Away was especially good. Set in 1990s America, it reminded me of nothing so much as My Own Private Idaho crossed with Banana Fish and made me weep absolute buckets in the end. I don't think it's for everyone, but if you were ever an aficionado of depressing 90s queer cinema like I once was, this might be one for you.
À vos cotés [Tonari ni], Basso
I was shocked when the announcement for the French release of this title crossed my twitter timeline earlier this year - France has even less by Natsume Ono than the US does, but one of their publishers managed to get one of her actual bl titles published under her bl penname? So naturally, I had to get it. It's super sweet, about a young man who likes to take photos of horses at a racetrack who meets a much older man, and I swear reading it was just like reading her non-bl work only this time the two characters actually got to say their feelings out loud. This would be a perfect addition to several mainstream US publishers' bl lineup, and I would be the first in line to buy it if they did license it in English.
Dear, My God, Nemui Asada
More by Nemui Asada in English! I love Asada's work for its unique storylines and this one didn't disappoint, with a story about a priest having sex with a cult member to help save him and another story about a guy who ends up with a talking plant. It's a bit disappointing that it's only available on futekiya - when will we get some of these titles in print already?
Ikigami & Donor, Hiko Yamanaka
Hiko Yamanaka is another one whose work is always a bit outside the mold, and Ikigami & Donor is an interesting sci-fi bl about powerful "living gods" who have tremendous abilities but can't heal from injuries without blood, bodily fluids, or tissues from one specific donor. It's a fascinating concept and the way the relationship between one ikigami and his donor played out made for an interesting story. I hope to see more from Yamanaka one day.
#2023 manga reads#tomoko yamashita#natsume ono#nemui asada#hiko yamanaka#teki yatsuda#tsuta suzuki#shin'ichi sakamoto#kaoru mori#hiromi sato#kamome shirahama#renmei#shima shinya#kyoko okazaki#jun mayuzuki#yumi tamura#chica umino#misaki takamatsu#mikage sawamura#yuki urushibara#yamada murasaki
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Revival Rewatch - Fic Recs
Need something to read to pass the time waiting for date night to start while your (past - present? - future) partner tears his (your?) Unremarkable House apart in search of a lost Twilight Zone episode that he’s sure is somewhere in this pile of old vhs tapes? I don’t read a lot of revival fics but here are a few I can recommend:
Revival Smut:
Subterranean Pool by @somekindofseizure - Office sex, season 7 vs season 10, NSFW, so good.
Gravity by @ms-starlight71 - Sex in the Unremarkable House, NSFW.
Birthday Girl by @storybycorey - It’s her birthday, you know. Fifty-four years old and tucked into the back of a shiny yellow St. Louis cab, wearing a dress probably better suited to a thirty year old, with its slit up the side and its deep V of a neckline, but she looks so damn good in it, she doesn’t care. NSFW, so hot.
Just One by @observeroftheuniverse - Plus One sex scene, what we all needed, NSFW.
Familiar by @phillippadgettwrites - Plus One sex scene, NSFW.
Revival Fix-its:
Untitled by @myassbrokethefall - rewrite of the Plus One conversation in bed so that it actually makes sense.
End of Story by @cecilysass - Plus One conversation in bed fix-it.
Transitive Property of Equality by flicked_switch - fills in the gaps of their relationship over the course of season 11, canon-compliant, NSFW.
Of Monsters and Men, and a Woman by @snickerl - the confrontation with CSM they deserved.
After She Left by @agoodwoman - Over the course of the season 10 timeline, Mulder and Scully have to heal, forgive and learn to trust again as they decide what the future holds for their relationship before it's too late. NSFW. I’ve been trying to find a fic I remember with similar themes to this, where they work through their issues after the breakup in the season 10 era - it was a casefile (like this fic has between season 10 episodes) but I remember couples therapy being a big part of the other fic - if you know what that other fic might be please let me know!
Post Revival:
Times Colliding by @gaycrouton - 2018 and 1998 Mulders switch places, WIP but I just love this concept so much. NSFW.
Reprise by akaJake - Thirty years after Eugene Victor Tooms was mangled to death inside a moving escalator, several murder victims are discovered with their livers missing, ripped from their bodies without the aid of cutting tools. There are no identifiable points of entry at any of the crime scenes. Could Tooms be back?
Straight Out of the 3-Pack by DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvey - Following the events of My Struggle 4, Scully finds a token from their shared past, inspiring a revelation and a sensual reimagining. NSFW.
It’s Après Ski, Scully by @agirlcallednarelle - Mulder takes Scully skiing for New Year's in 2018 to help them both move on from the events of the year. Some angst, some fluff, some closure. This is what I want for them post-revival.
The Rains of Bimini by @slippinmickeys - How could he have known, when she walked into his office with her bad suit and her earnest smile, that she would be the last person he would ever love? You don’t always realize the momentous things as they’re happening, and so he’d needled her a little; without any thought to his lost sister, he’d used his snottiest big brother voice and accused her of spying. Her. His last, best love. Set far in the future, it’s just lovely.
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Well, looks like everybody's getting caught up on everything now...and I may have to go back and add all the videos with Stitchwraith to my playlist...haaaaaaaauuuugh.
Anyway, Monty's fixed, Spaniard is back online, it turns out Ruin apparently made the computer into a touch screen (which makes no sense because his hands were literally just metal claws, but whatever), Sun and Moon now know that KC is dead, and now they've got to get the daycare fixed.
It was just a brief comment, but something was said about Eclipse looking better soon. So, I guess they're just going straight to fixing his body. If you've been keeping up with all my screaming and ranting from the past two days, it's probably not too surprising that I was hoping we would actually see him again today. If nothing else, I thought it might either add to the loose evidence of faking being cured or put my mind at ease a bit. Like, my post from almost 2am last night wasn't a joke; I genuinely did not know if I was going to be able to sleep because my entire brain is just overloaded with the desire to analyze and theorize and rewatch videos to find any evidence for those theories, so that's all that I want to do. That's all that I'll want to do until we get some further clarity about exactly how genuine that cure was. (Cue me physically restraining myself from going on an entire rant about how it seems more likely that any version of the creator would put a fake cure out in the open rather than just having the actual cure just sitting around with nothing but a panel of buttons guarding it from just anyone taking it.)
Anyway, I've gone way off topic from just today's video. So, basically, everything kind of suck right now for everyone, and regardless of whether Eclipse is actually fixed or not, there's still Bloodmoon to worry about.
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“You’re late,” Perry intoned, his level-headed baritone like music to their ears. “Are you two coming up?”
Paul and Della nuzzled cheek to cheek, their eyes level with one another as they looked up at Perry.
“Let’s see, Chief,” Della began, her brow arching in defiance. “Over the years, you’ve delayed our digestion, delayed our sleep, and cut our vacations short. Suppose we just stay down here for a while and delay coming up?”
Perry smiled with his eyes—the kind that revealed creases--- and Della drew in a sharp breath. That handsome, incorrigible man.
In all the years that death had separated them, Della yearned to feel Paul and Perry lying down with her, their bodies sheltering her from either side. She spent years chasing that feeling--- even going as far as wearing Paul’s shirts and Perry’s robe at night just to feel something. It never quite worked no matter how hard she tried. But now, with Della’s gaze lingering on Perry and her back pressed into Paul’s body, she felt it. And with every rise and fall of Paul’s chest, it seemed to whisper in her heart: home, home, home.
I'm a bit late in posting this, but the final installment for TCOT Inseparable Trio series is up.
When I set out to write the first fic of the series, A Testament of Old Friends, I had no intention of making it part of a series. In truth, I wrote A Testament of Old Friends because I rediscovered Perry Mason again after watching the series when I was growing up and had such an emotional reaction to rewatching the shows and movies. I wanted to write a fic that 1) fixed the Perry Mason Returns movie by speaking more on Paul and the lasting bond of the trio and 2) developed my own origin story of how the trio met/how that bond began. That entire fic was playing in my head like a scene, and I was feverishly writing the entire thing until it was done.
I never posted on Ao3 before, but I took a plunge and posted it. I (hilariously) thought that would be the end of it. Famous last words, I know. Here I am having posted 10 fics and currently circulating through 3 WIPs and a half dozen thoughts just living in my head.
The trio's bond wouldn't leave me, and I started thinking about Della's side to the story and how the next trio generation would form (I also was a bit bummed that the final few movies after Ray's death were so totally removed from the point and the characters. I thought it was a missed opportunity to bring about the Next Generation with Ken Malansky, bring back Paul Jr., and maybe have a reconciliation with Amy). Enter Della's Final Testament.
But even with a promise of a future, I still needed to get back to the trio. They still felt lost, somehow, with Della left behind. And the trio never left each other behind. They were always for each other. That's when the final three fics began to form, which was a deep dive into their relationship, grief, loss, healing, and now, finally, with this fic, their reunion.
And so, Paul's been waiting to bring Della back home to him and Perry. He always was their glue and that connecting puzzle piece in their cozy continuation of three. In the final installment of this series, see how they finally got that date down among the sheltering palms.
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ASG - Part Five: Ribbons and Rings
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Requested: n/a
Prompt: Now that Bird and Elvis are back together, they're in for quite the rollercoaster. With the drama of the Trouble performance and Elvis going to Germany for two years, what is to come? [ Fem!OC ]
TW: A little violence during the Trouble scene + some mentions of anxiety, panic attack symptoms
Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 5978
A/N: finally she's here!!! i missed birdie so much actually 😭 also i rewatched the scene post-trouble with crawfish and FRICK. it's just so ✨ ✨ i want to **** *** *****
This is part 5 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!
🦋 mila
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She wakes to the smell of frying bacon and burning fat, her mouth salivating at the thought of some fresh breakfast. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she sits up and tries to figure out where she is. she glances around confusingly for a moment before she remembers that she'd spent the night with Elvis in his bed at Graceland.
She can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face as memories from the night before flash through her eyes. Dancing at Club Handy, driving through the night in the shiny purple Cadillac, making love amongst the trees, and letting the wind gently caress their naked bodies. She glances beside her to see the bed empty, the sheets rumpled and pulled back.
She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stretches before approaching the dresser in the corner of the room where Elvis had folded her dress and other clothes. She smiles fondly as her fingers dance over the sparkly black fabric but she reaches for the familiar and comfortable yellow checked skirt and matching sweater instead.
After shrugging them on, she sniffs the sweater and grimaces at the horrible smell - smoke and something she can’t quite identify. She has nothing else to wear, so she just hopes Mr. and Mrs. Presley won't notice. she gently rakes her fingers through her hair and fixes it the best she can without a brush or comb. She's sure Elvis has a comb hiding somewhere in here but, with the mess that she's standing in, she doesn't have the time nor desire to go rummaging through his bedroom for a lousy comb.
Once she's satisfied enough with her appearance, she takes a deep breath and hesitantly opens the door to step out into the hallway. She pauses in the space, listening for signs of movement anywhere. She doesn’t know where Elvis is or if he’s told his parents that she stayed at Graceland last night. She doesn’t hear any voices or footsteps but she does hear the soft sounds of gentle piano music floating through the house.
She tiptoes down the stairs in search of the sound, hoping the wooden boards won't creak under her steps. She makes it to the bottom of the stairs without alerting anyone and veers to the left, peering around the corner to see Elvis sitting at the piano in the living room. His head is bent and his fingers are lazily plucking at the keys in a melancholy tune. She steps into the carpeted room.
“Y’aright?” she asks softly, trying not to spook him.
He glances over his shoulder at her and a big grin immediately spreads across his face, his white teeth shining between his perfectly pink lips. He shifts on the bench to face her and beckons her closer with his fingers. She accepts the invitation, stepping toward him and taking a seat on his lap. She drapes her legs over his thighs and wraps her arms around his neck to stabilize herself. One of his arms curls around her lower back to support her and the other rests on her knees.
“Yeah, baby,” he mutters, reaching up to cup her face. His thumb strokes her cheek gently. “How’re you doin? You…took a lot last night.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
“Oh, I’m just fine. And ya know what? I could take it all again right now if you wanna bet, mister. What’re ya workin on?”
“Oh, nothin, just playin round,” he responds.
But his head drops and eyebrows furrow as he glances out the front window. She peers around him to see his eyes flicking back and forth as if he’s searching for something on the front lawn. She can tell that something’s wrong. Unless…
“Was I…aright? Last night, I mean?” she asks, the thought just now occurring to her. Elvis’ eyes flick up to hers immediately and he nods ardently.
“Oh yeah, baby girl. You was…” he blows out a puff of air with raised eyebrows and she giggles.
“Well, what’s wrong then? I can tell somethin ain't right,” she pushes.
He just shakes his head and averts her eyes. She slides a finger underneath his chin and tilts his eyes up to face her.
“Please tell me, Elvis. Let me help ya.”
He sighs deeply but starts explaining anyway.
“I just don’t know what to do bout tonight,” he starts, shaking his head. “I mean Colonel’s breathin down my neck to be family-friendly. Mama’s tellin me to listen to myself. B.B.’s sayin the Colonel’s not what he seems. I-I just don’t know who to listen to. I don’t know who’s right 'en who’s wrong no more.”
She stays quiet for a second as she considers the best way to say something inspirational to him.
“Well, I think ya certainly oughta listen to those people,” she starts and he sighs again. “But then ya gotta ignore 'em.”
Elvis' head snaps up, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. She continues to explain herself.
“Cause at the end of the day, you,” she pokes him in the chest where his heart is, “you are the only one who knows what right and wrong are. You gotta listen to yourself first. Let ya voice be the strongest. your voice, not ya momma's, not B.B.'s. Yours.”
His head drops again and she can tell that he’s lost in thought, contemplating the right decision. His eyes are searching the space between them. She reaches down to cup his cheek and turns him toward her again, leaning closer.
“I believe in you, Elvis. Whatever you decide, I know you’ll make the right choice and I’ll be here to support ya. Always and forever. I’ll be with ya every step of the way.”
His eyes flick around her face as he offers a small half-smile. His hand reaches up to cup her cheek and she leans into his touch. His chin starts to drift up and she responds by closing the gap between them, pressing her lips against his for a sweet kiss. When she pulls back, she rests her head against his. After a few short moments, he leans his head up and presses a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiles happily.
“You right, Birdie. As always,” he says with a smile. “Now, let’s go get some breakfast. The smell of that bacon’s got me salivatin.”
"And here I thought it was me," she jokes and Elvis laughs heartily.
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She can’t help but smile as she stares across at herself in the mirror. She's tried to dress more adult, to look older and more professional, since she'll be seated with the family as opposed to the crowd. Gladys had already invited her to attend the Russwood Park performance weeks ago but, until last night, she had no intention of taking Mrs. Presley up on her offer.
After the wonderful escapade she'd shared with Elvis, how could she not go? Bird is more than happy to have the past behind her and to move on from the awkwardness of them both trying to constantly avoid each other.
She's opted for a darker makeup look, a bold red lip and carefully curled hair. She chose a black and white houndstooth skirt with a black blouse, unbuttoned to show a bit of cleavage. She has to admit that she feels beautiful as she stares across the bathroom counter into her own eyes. She just hopes Elvis will agree and grabs her purse before walking out of the guest house and up the stoney path toward the big house.
Graceland is in complete chaos as she steps inside, with the Colonel’s people running every which way. She expertly dodges them as they dash around the house. She tries her best to find one of the family members and sighs with relief as she spots Gladys in the kitchen. The older woman looks overwhelmed but smiles when she sees Bird. She approaches the young girl and pulls her into a tight hug.
“Oh thank god you're here, Bird,” she whispers into her ear. “I can’t take another minute of this…this…”
“Chaos?” Bird asks, eyeing a man who sprints past her with a half-zipped bag full of clothes. Gladys sighs with relief.
“See, I knew you’d understand.”
“It’s time to go, Mrs. Presley,” a man Bird doesn’t recognize interrupts their conversation and she glances back at Gladys who just shakes her head, exasperated.
“Bird, you're ridin in the car with me and Vernon,” she says, taking ahold of her hand.
“Oh, where’s Elvis? I was hoping to wish him luck before the show?” she asks as Gladys drags her out the door and toward a shiny black car.
“He left a few minutes ago, dear. Ya jus missed him, I’m afraid. But you can see him after the show. We hafta go now or we gonna be late ourselves.”
Bird follows her lead and climbs into the car. Vernon is already seated in the front seat, smoking something which wafts back toward her. She waves her hand by her face to dispel the smoke as the car's doors are slammed shut and the driver takes off, a little too fast for her liking. She anxiously stares out the window as they fly down the streets.
As they approach the ballpark, her head flicks back to attention and she stares out the front window in awe. There are literally hundreds, probably thousands, of people at the park. All to see Elvis. There are girls and boys of all ages and races gathered around the outside gate, which opens kindly for you. Some of them try to sneak in and Bird cringes as police officers tackle a woman in a poodle skirt before she can slip through the gate.
The car rolls up toward a section of cheap plastic chairs set out on the lawn. Everything is eerily quiet for a moment, so quiet that you’re startled when someone clicks open the door next to you. Bird glances at Gladys but she’s already climbing out of the car on the other side. Bird does the same and her jaw physically drops when she steps out to see all of the people surrounding her. There are fans everywhere she looks.
As she walks toward the chairs, following Gladys and Vernon, she glances around the surroundings. The stage is in front of everyone and the Blue Moon Boys are already set up to play. There’s a section of fans standing right in front of the stage but she notices that they're separated by race. As she glances back behind her, she can see Senator Eastland and his white supremacist buddies all watching down their noses. She averts her eyes, not wanting to look at them any longer than she has to. She takes her position, standing next to Gladys by the band on the edge of the stage, and nervously looks around for Elvis. She checks her wristwatch. He has to be arriving soon. The concert is supposed to start in just a few minutes.
She hears screams erupt from the corner as a black car - which exactly matches the one she rode in - pulls up. She cranes her neck, but it’s no use; she can’t see anything. Although, all the signs tell her it’s probably Elvis arriving. A smile unknowingly pastes itself onto her face as she barely sees the top of his head pop out of the car. He comes more and more into view as he walks closer to the stage.
He looks especially handsome in an all-black suit with a red tie. The cameras are flashing like crazy and the audience is screeching uncontrollably. As Elvis approaches her, Bird can’t help but bite her lip as her eyes mentally undress him. His blue eyes are dark as they glance over at her and the ghost of a smile graces his face. He leans over to give Gladys a hug. She kisses his cheek and mentions Jesse, Elvis’ twin brother who died as a baby. Then, Elvis shakes Vernon’s hand as his father tries to encourage him to play it safe.
Finally, it’s her turn. Elvis smirks down at her as she raises herself up to press a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you. Remember what I said before,” she mutters into his ear.
When she pulls back, he’s nodding. He reaches out and pinches the skin on her jaw, shooting her a smirk before he turns to walk onto the stage.
She follows Gladys and Vernon to their seats. She's positioned between Gladys and Elvis' cousin, Billy, in the middle of the aisle. She sits down, crossing her legs and watching as Elvis takes the stage in front of the rowdy crowd. As she glances up at him, she can see mischief in his eyes and she knows that he’s up to something. Probably her fault, but she stands by her advice.
“There’s been a lotta talk about the new Elvis,” he says into the mic and the crowd immediately erupts into a passionate chorus of boos.
Bird bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“And of course, that other guy,” he continues, reaching his finger into the air and wiggling his pinky.
She smirks to herself. Although she doesn't understand the gesture, she can tell that he's staring directly at Senator Eastland and that's enough context for her to get the meaning of it. She watches with bated breath as she can tell Elvis is debating about whether to be safe or reckless.
“There’s a lotta people sayin a lotta things,” he says. “Course you gotta listen to the people that ya love. But in the end, you gotta listen to yaself.”
Her mouth drops open at the shock of him repeating her words. She smiles, a sense of intense pride washing over her. He listened to her. But most importantly, he listened to himself.
“So I want ya to know those New York people ain't gonna change me none!” he shouts, lifting the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and passing it off to a bandmate. “Imma show ya what the real Elvis is like tonight!"
She bites the side of her cheek again but nothing can stop the smile that spreads across her face as he swings his arm down for the music to begin. She glances over toward Vernon and Gladys as they frantically try to figure out what’s going on. Elvis starts to sing the lyrics to Trouble and Bird laughs out loud at the relevance of the song. He raises his fingers to his head as he belts out a line and breaks into his usual wiggle routine onstage. Her breath hitches in her throat as he readjusts the microphone and her mind flashes through images of his hands on her body. His hair has already flopped onto his forehead and she grips her skirt as more images of his sweaty body hovering over her blink behind her eyelids.
The way he handles the microphone makes her heart slam against her chest. And she perks to attention as he glances over in her direction. She can’t quite tell, but she desperately hopes he’s looking at her. Her mouth pops open in surprise as he drops to his knees on the stage, thrusting his hips up toward the girls in the audience. Jealousy suddenly swarms in her stomach as he interacts with his fans. She knows it’s only for the show, but her smile drops and she crosses her arms over her chest, mentally willing him to stop. To her pleasure, he does and retreats back to center stage. He drops the mic stand and catches it in his other hand and her smile returns.
Her attention is drawn off the stage as the crowd below it starts to grow rowdy and restless.
“Oh lawd have mercy on us,” she hears Gladys mutter next to her as Elvis falls onto the stage, screaming into the microphone.
You’re quickly starting to agree with her. All the fun Bird was having is drying up very quickly and being replaced with worries about the ensuing brawl before her.
“Uh, now would be a good time to get back into the car,” she glances over her shoulder to see the Colonel addressing the family, her included.
Gladys links her arm in Bird's as they both stumble to a stand. She starts to pull Bird away, leading her through the crowd but Bird peers behind her searching for Elvis. She can't see him at all. He’s buried by the screaming crowd around him. She stops, ripping herself away from Gladys and frantically looking from left to right for him. He’s not onstage anymore and the crowd has turned into a full-on fight. There are people running everywhere, screaming, policemen, punches being thrown, women fainting. People are streaming past but her feet start moving toward the stage before she can think of a better plan. She pushes against the crowd, bumping shoulders and stepping on toes. A particularly large man bumps into her, and she stumbles to the side, clutching her shoulder before her back slams into another person. She gets jostled back and forth for a few minutes before she finally sees him. With wide eyes, she sticks her hand up in the air and screams.
“Elvis! Elvis!”
Miraculously, he manages to glance right at her and his eyes widen. she can see that police officers are clutching onto him, trying to drag him away from fans that have swarmed him. Someone runs into her from behind and she keels over, falling onto her knees on the ground. she glances up, her hair knocked loose from the force. It falls into her eyes as she searches again for Elvis. She can't see anything, her vision blurred as people continue to sprint past her. She raises her arms by her head to protect herself from the onslaught of people which seemingly never ceases. She jerks back as someone’s hands wrap tightly around her wrists.
“Birdie! Birdie! Are ya alright?”
She glances up to see Elvis and nods as he helps her stand. Relief washes over her at the sensation of being in his arms, but it fades quickly as three times as many people flock toward them. Before she knows it, they're surrounded by police officers, one of which grabs harshly onto her bicep. She fights against him, her fingers slipping from Elvis’.
“Get the fuck off me!” he yells as he tries to fight off the policemen who have grabbed onto him.
As hard as Bird tries, she can't stop her fingers from slipping from Elvis' grasp and she whimpers, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Are you okay, Bird?” he yells as they drag him away. “Birdie!”
The policeman is dragging her toward a car into which Vernon and Gladys are also being ushered. She pulls against his uniform but Elvis gestures toward her and his mother.
“Get in the car! Mama, you gets in the car! Birdie, get in the car!” he shouts, pointing toward it.
Bird screams in anger as they push Elvis into his car but she's cut off when the exact same thing happens to her. The officers shut the doors and she's stuck. She can't see him from where sh's been imprisoned. The driver slams on the gas pedal and takes off toward who knows where. She glances over at Gladys, just now realizing that tears have been streaming down her face. She can feel them drying in the air.
She notices that Gladys is crying too and drops her hand down to hers. She squeezes her fingers as they both weep silently. Bird scoots closer to Gladys and rests her head on her shoulder. The ride is quiet but tense; no one knows what to say or if there’s anything worth saying. They finally pull up to Graceland and everyone shuffles inside. Elvis isn’t there.
Bird wanders into the kitchen to get everyone some water but Gladys grabs ahold of a vodka bottle instead. Bird knows she should stop her, but she doesn’t have the energy or the heart to do so. She can’t say she blames Gladys.
The sound of the front door slamming sends Gladys running out of the kitchen. She yells for Elvis but Bird hears no answer. She remains inside the room, scared of what she might see if she leaves the safety of the ignorance the kitchen is blessing her with. She takes a sip of water, her hand shaking violently as she raises the glass to her mouth. After spilling a little on her blouse, she slams the glass down and takes a few deep breaths. She hears muffled voices from the living room and hesitantly walks toward the sound. She keeps her eyes trained downward as she passes through the doorway. Someone has lit a fire in the fireplace.
She dares to raise her eyes and sees Elvis sitting on the couch with his guitar in his hands. He’s strumming some chords and murmuring a bit of a song. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is unbuttoned. She releases a relieved breath to see that he’s alive and unharmed for the most part. The firelight glows softly on his face, coloring him with a soft orange light.
Vernon, Gladys, and the Colonel are also there, all facing the fire in front of them with grave expressions. Elvis glances up, his blue eyes are black in the light. Bird approaches him, placing her hand on his cheek. He leans into her touch, his face drawn in a mixture of anger and sadness. He looks up at her with tears in his eyes and she falls onto the couch, grasping at him.
“No,” she hears Gladys say and turns to look at her. “There’s no way my baby’s goin to Germany for two years.”
Her breath catches in her throat and she looks back at Elvis. His eyes are trained on the flickering fire, his mouth fallen in a flat straight line.
“It is either the army or jail,” the Colonel says.
Elvis puts down his guitar and gets up, walking away from Bird. She can feel the creases forming on her forehead as her face screws up in confusion and anguish.
“There is something else. Vernon, they are pokin into your background,” he continues.
“We don't have nothin to be ashamed of,” Elvis shouts, turning to place his hands on Vernon's shoulder. “Now my daddy is a good man.”
“Yes, yes, but your papa did go to jail,” the Colonel answers. “you know them and their flashy headlines. Elvis the draft dodger, a family of delinquents.”
She watches as Elvis sits down next to his mother, wrapping his fingers around her head and pressing a kiss to her hair. She can’t do anything but listen, her hands lifelessly folded in her lap.
“We may never book another date or sell another record again. In my way of thinking the army could be a brand new start for all of us. Let them cut your hair. Prove to the world that he is a clean-cut all-American boy. You do your two years and when you come back I promise you I will have done everything I can to make you the biggest actor in Hollywood.”
Her eyebrows raise as she watches Elvis’ manager trod around the room. She feels intense hatred rising in her chest, anger and contempt accompanied by fear and frustration.
How could they do this? How could that stupid fat man let them do this to her love?
The Colonel continues to drone. Gladys begins to cry. Bird feels tears rising to her own cheeks but hers are hot, angry tears. They’re tears of hatred.
“It’s gonna be okay, mama," Elvis says, leaning down to hug his mother.
She watches Gladys lift the glass of alcohol to her mouth and her heart pangs. It's slamming against her chest, swollen with anxiety. She feels her heart rate increase and reaches out to clutch at the corner of the couch. Anger and fear are circling around her head like hungry vultures, just waiting to snap and eat her up inside. She can hear her heart pounding in her aching head. She reaches up and closes her eyes, twisting her fingers into her hair as she heaves breaths in and out. She hears muffled sounds but doesn’t have enough energy to listen to them until she feels Elvis’ hands on her shoulders. He pulls her fingers away from her face and she glances up at him with wide eyes.
“Birdie talk to me. You scarin me baby,” he says, glancing down at her.
Emotions overcome her. She rips herself away from his grasp and stands up, frantically glancing around at the other people in the room before taking off in a full sprint toward the door. She swings it open and steps outside, immediately squinting as cold rain spats into her eyes. She can hear a ruckus behind her as she can imagine the family is chasing after her. She hears Elvis’ voice growing closer and she just panics, running out into the freezing rain and toward the woods. It’s pitch black out, so dark that she can barely see where she's going until she happens to emerge by the roadside. She's crying now, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the water that falls from the sky. She wails and screams into the abyss, no one actually there to hear her agony. But she wouldn’t care if they were. She'd do this anyway. She shuffles alongside the road, no cars anywhere around, as she cries pathetically in the pouring rain.
“Bird!”
She can barely hear Elvis’ voice over the splashing sounds of the rain. He grabs onto her shoulders but she rips away, continuing to walk forward.
“Birdie, stop it! I know ya upset but this ain't no way to deal with it. You gonna hurt yourself or get lost or sick or somethin,” he shouts, reaching for her shoulder again.
When his fingers touch her body, she throws him off and then whirls around in a rage. She glares at him, throwing her arms up and pounding her fists against his chest repeatedly, over and over. He doesn’t do anything to fight her, just accepts the abuse. After a few minutes, she loses all energy and the anger finally dissolves into sadness.
She falls against him, totally limp in his arms. He pulls her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against him. He backs into the grass where they'll both be safe and lowers himself to his knees, letting her melt onto his lap. She clutches onto his soaking wet clothes, sobbing into his shoulder. His fingers gently caress her head, moving rhythmically over her scalp again and again. His chin is pressed against her temple and he's enveloping as much of her as he possibly can in this position.
“I'm sorry, Birdie,” he shouts over the pattering rain. “I'm so sorry. I never meant for nunna this to happen. I never meant to hurt ya. I…I didn't want this for ya. This is why I tried to push you away cause I knew shit like this was gonna happen. I understand if you don't want me anymore and if yo-”
“Shut the fuck up,” she mumbles against him.
“What?”
"Shut the fuck up,” she lifts her head just enough to look up at him. “Why do ya think I'm cryin so fuckin much? Because I want you so badly. Because I can't live without you, Elvis. Because the thought of you not bein in my life…of dyin and never comin back-”
Her throat catches and she buries her head back into Elvis’ shoulder.
“Shhh…shhh,” he says, rocking her back and forth. “I'm comin back, baby. I'm comin back. I'd never leave ya. I'll never leave ya.”
After a few more minutes, she can’t tell whether she's cried herself out or not. The tears have mixed so much with the rain that she can’t tell much or feel much of anything anymore. She lazily glances up at the handsome man who holds her. He clenches his jaw and reaches down to caress her cheek. He presses a kiss to her forehead.
“Can I take ya back inside now, Birdie girl? I don’t want ya to get sick out here in the cold rain or none.”
She nods but when she tries to stand, she physically can’t make herself do so. If he’d let her, Bird would spend all eternity here rotting away in the rain, miserable and alone. Elvis barely hesitates, sweeping his arms underneath her and picking her up. He carries her bridal style. She locks her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder. Her eyes close as he walks her back to the house and she disassociates, shutting out all of the input she possibly can.
The next thing she knows, she's back up in Elvis’ bedroom. He’s propping her on the bed so he can strip her down out of her wet clothes. She sits lifeless as he pulls off her soaked sweater and skirt, shoes and socks. He uses a towel to dry her off. His hands are impossibly warm on her freezing body as he fixes her up. He draws out an old shirt which he pulls over her head. Then, he uses his fingers to brush her hair from her face. His palms linger on her cheeks. Without realizing it, she leans into his touch. She feels weaker by the second.
He slides his thumbs underneath her chin and guides her head over to meet his gaze. She ogles at him with sad eyes as he crouches between her legs. He offers a small, sad smile as his fingers gently stroke her skin. A random coldness wafts through the room and she shivers unintentionally.
“You’re still cold,” he says, his eyebrows furrowing. He stands up and helps her climb under the covers. He strips out of his clothes quickly and she can’t help but smile at the sight of his beautiful round ass.
“Nice ass,” she says, trying to lighten the mood.
He turns to glance over his shoulder and then strikes a pose, flexing it for her. She giggles, pulling the covers over her face as heat flames into her skin. Her eyes widen as she feels him sliding in next to her, still naked, she can tell. His arms wrap around her, pulling her back against him. He nestles his face into the crook of her neck, his breath warm on her skin. She intuitively wiggles her butt back against him.
“Keep doin that mama and we gonna have to take this top off,” his voice is raspy and low, his whispers tickling her sensitive skin.
She just giggles, snuggling even closer to him. His skin is warm and soft against hers. She sighs happily, momentarily having forgotten what she was upset about. But in a moment of silence, it all comes flooding back to her. She turns around, lying on her back to grab at his fingers. She plays with them as she stares up at him in the darkness. He raises himself up on his elbow and looks back down at her, joining the game with her fingers.
“I love you,” she says quietly. “So much.”
“I know,” he says with a smile. “I love you too, Birdie, baby.”
Silence settles, her eyes flicking down to their intertwined fingers.
“You know I was thinkin, uh…” he chuckles, lifting his gaze to look around the room before dropping it back down to her. “Well, earlier I was just thinkin bout what a good mama you gonna make one day.”
She does a double take and laughs.
“What? Why would ya say that?”
“Well when you was talkin earlier, tellin me to follow my heart and listen to myself…I was just thinkin bout how wise y'are. You got such a level head and you’re so…so smart. Any person'd be lucky to raise their kids with you.”
“Elvis Aaron Presley, are you suggestin that we have children tonight? Cause if so, I need to know so I can escape as soon as possible.”
“Nah, mama, course not,” he laughs, dropping his head bashfully and sliding his fingers into hers, curling them over her knuckles. “But maybe…in two years when I get back…we could, I dunno…”
“Have babies then?” she finished his sentence, scooting her head closer to him under his raised arm. Even in the moonlight, she can see the hint of a smile on his face as he gazes down at her lovingly.
“Yeah.”
“And what other plans do ya have for us in the future, Mr. Presley?”
He places his other arm on the other side of her head, his body hovering over her. He tilts his head as he stares down at her.
“Well, I was also kinda thinkin maybe a nice party with all our friends and family. You could wear white and we could say how much we love each other in front of everybody. And then we can take a lil trip, somewhere we’ve ain't never been before, just the two of us. Together. And get started on those babies,” he leans down, brushing his lips against her nose before pressing a soft kiss to it. She giggles, her hands reaching up to rest on his chest.
"Sounds like a dream, Elvis,” she responds. “But…Germany's so far away and…two years? What if ya meet somebody who-”
“Stop that right now,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t talk like that. I ain’t gonna meet nobody who can compare to you, Birdie.”
He wraps his fingers around hers and brings her palm to his lips, pressing a wet hot kiss to her skin.
“Listen, I’m comin back for ya. And you gonna be here waitin for me, aren’t ya?”
She nods, drawing a circle against his chest with her pointer finger.
“Here,” he whispers and leans to the side.
He carefully slides one of the rings off his finger. It’s a simple silver band, one that she's noticed he wears often. He pulls it over his knuckle and grabs her hand, slipping it onto her thumb, the only finger it’ll fit on. When he's finished, he reinserts his fingers between hers.
“Now everybody’ll know ya taken. And you can remember me while I’m gone,” he says.
“You need somethin of mine now,” she says and rolls out from underneath him.
She steps over to the black dress and fiddles with the pockets to pull out the ribbon that was fastened at her throat. She grabs onto the jewel sewed on and rips it off, placing it on top of the dress. She hops back onto the bed and holds out the ribbon for him.
"Take this.”
“You ruined ya dress,” he says but takes the ribbon from her hands anyway. She shrugs as he wraps the ribbon around his fingers.
“Only paid half price for it. Now I'm even since I only have half the dress left."
He smiles, lifting the ribbon up to his lips and pressing a kiss to it.
“I’ll keep it safe, darlin, don't you worry. Come 'ere.”
He shifts so that he’s laying on his back, head propped up by the headboard. She snuggles close to him, nestled into his side. She places her hand on his warm chest, running her fingers over the tufts of hair that grow there. His arms are wrapped protectively around her and he leans down to kiss the top of her head.
“We gonna be aright, Birdie baby. I promise with everything that I have. We gonna make it.”
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Fanfiction of 2022 - Year in Review!
I like to do this every year just so it feels like I really got up to something. :D
Total number of completed stories:
13! (Er, if you count the one chapter of a Jane Eyre rewrite I posted for some reason in a fit of writer’s block madness. Which I shouldn’t, because it’s not complete. But I will anyway!)
Total Word Count: 32,000
Fandoms Written In: Jurassic Park, Killing Eve, Our Flag Means Death, Ted Lasso, Glass Onion, and Jane Eyre
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?: More, because this was a stressful personal year and I truly didn’t expect to write any at all. At the start of the year I was like, “You know what? This is just never gonna happen and that’s okay.” But I still busted some out when the fangirl inspiration overtook me, yay!
What’s your own favorite story of the year?
I am torn between my Jurassic Park fic “and he feels like home”, my Ted Lasso fic “forget your troubles (come on, get happy)”, and my OFMD fic “my love a beacon in the night.” It’s a tie!
Did you take any writing risks this year?
I participated in GrantlerFest with my Alan/Ellie fic “for me there is no other”, which I believe was the first time I’ve ever written a fic like that for a challenge in my 20+ year fanfic-writing career! I’m such a commitmentphobe when it comes to stuff like that, haha. And it wound up being a lot of fun! Year of Grantler, huzzah!
Do you have any fanfic or original fic goals for the new year?
Fanfic: Just keep writing one-shots for fun when the spirit moves me! I do feel like I should write a Gilmore Girls fic this next year at some point just because it feels so weird that I didn’t in 2022.
Original fic: I have a few novel drafts I really want to get back to strengthening so I can do something with them; I feel like they deserve something better than just being an ignored file on my computer after the years of work I put into them! (Even though I’m really lazy and just letting them sit there forever is my natural impulse.) I also would potentially like to write a new novel project since it’s been a few years since my last. I think I’m going to try a comedy since I really want to hang out in silly land these days.
My Best-Written Story:
I think my OFMD fic “my love a beacon in the night” is, because it was a long time coming and because I worked on it really hard for longer than I usually do with fic! I wanted to do an “Oh my God, what happens after season one, how could you possibly fix this” fic like right after s1 ended in March, but somehow it took like the rest of the year and five or so rewatches for me to reach the point where I could actually write about it.
Story Most Underappreciated by the Universe:
Just based on my own sort of irrational personal feelings, I’d say the same story as above, “my love a beacon in the night”! I think because I posted it so long after season one aired, the fandom excitement has maybe kind of cooled somewhat. It was just one of those fics where I felt like I was really putting a lot of ideas into the writing (rather than a more standard, like, simple bantery cute fic), and I suuuuper passionately cared about all those ideas just because I am so crazy emotionally invested in Ed and Stede, so I was curious to find out what other fans of the show would think about it. However: I did still get incredibly kind comments on it and it was wonderful to read people’s thoughts! In my dream life its reach would’ve just been a bit further because I’m just, like, itchy for interaction about that fic.
Most Popular:
Coming in and clobbering all competition right at the end of the year, my wee little Glass Onion coda “here’s another place you can be”! It’s definitely because I was in the right place at the right time with that one. Fandom kairos!
Before that for most of the year, it was my little Killing Eve post-finale fic “darkness bright” where Villanelle lives because WHY WOULDN’T VILLANELLE LIVE. The finale is a lie, and my tiny fanfiction is the TRUTH!
Most Fun:
My Ted Lasso fic “forget your troubles (come on, get happy)” where Ted mistakenly thinks Rebecca and Beard are falling in love and has Problems with it, just because I was in a state of pure hyper romcom nonsense writing it and it was REALLY enjoyable. And the reception to it really left me over the moon!
Most Disappointing:
I had a few fics that I wrote a lot of – my first attempt at a post-s1 OFMD one from back in March and a Ted Lasso one that was a sequel to my AU fic “i once was poison ivy” – that just didn’t quite come together enough to be completed. That was a bit odd for me because usually when I’ve written a few thousand words of something, that fact alone is enough to propel me to finish it and post it. But I just couldn’t quite get those ones to work! (Although I did reread the OFMD one recently and I actually thought it was pretty decent. So maybe one day I’ll try to dust it off with the disclaimer that it was written by someone whose psyche had just been entirely shattered by watching episodes 9 & 10 for the first time. I also think the Ted Lasso one probably has some good bits in it, but it was on the more melancholy side a lot of the time and I don’t think my writing works super well in the melancholy zone.)
Most Sexy:
I don’t ever really write sexy stuff in the traditional sense, but I think my sexiest fic from 2022 is my post-Jurassic World Dominion Alan/Ellie fic “and he feels like home”, for the reason of: WHAT IS SEXIER THAN THEM FINALLY GETTING BACK TOGETHER AND HAVING A BLISSFUL TIME BECOMING EACH OTHER’S LIFE PARTNERS AGAIN AFTER NEARLY 3 DECADES? Nothing!!
Story With The Single Sweetest Moment:
I am embarrassed to say that I have sort of a hard time picking because my fic all tends to hang out in the “and then there’s a sweet moment this has all been building toward!” zone. For the sake of brevity: I did really like the idea of Benoit Blanc being able to easily set aside the insane experiences in Glass Onion and say and genuinely mean “Wow, that’s amazing!” at Phillip finally successfully baking something. That is the original germ that grew the whole little story!
I also really liked how Ted professed his Feels to Rebecca in “forget your troubles (come on, get happy)”. That kinda snuck up on me.
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:
I wrote a Killing Eve fic called “you’ll never leave me” (I’m not above pulling “Tell Me” lyrics for all Killing Eve fic titles!) that was meant to sort of explain WHY Eve and Villanelle were in such a different place at the start of season four than they were when season three ended, and it did help me to feel like I could imagine a smoother bridge between the two seasons based on what both of them had going on emotionally. Even though honestly, I think the writers of actual canon were just being lazy for no reason and that sucks. Sometimes you just gotta do the work yourself, SIGH!
Biggest Surprise:
Listen, I thought there was no way I would ever write fanfic for the Knives Out franchise. What could have ever compelled me to?? The answer, it turns out: Hugh Grant. Dear God, maybe he is my blorbo.
Hardest to Write:
I don’t usually stick with fanfic if it’s hard to write these days, since the stakes are so low; I think the hardest time I had was writing the post-party conversation between Ed and Stede in “my love a beacon in the night,” just because it was really long and complicated and I really wanted to get it right and pick up where they’d left off with all their issues in s1. I did a lot of rewriting and reading it to myself and really trying to be able to vividly imagine each beat. I’d say I am at least 95% satisfied with it. Yeah!!
Most Unintentionally Telling:
I don’t remember if I was thinking about it at the time or not, but for the general experience in my lil’ Ed/Stede fic “comfort in a bedfellow’d state” and the buzzy feelings of new love, I pulled a lot from the early days of my own relationship one million years (or, well, one decade) ago. D’awww!
Also, I feel like the fact that I started the year trying to rewrite Jane Eyre from memory says a lot about the writer’s block I was wrestling with at the time. But that’s more intentionally telling. I feel so lucky that some inspiration came along and I was still able to have fun writing fic this year!
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Here is my Works page on AO3 if anyone’s interested in checking out any of the stuff mentioned above!
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Sk8 Rewatch Ep9
God I hope either the OVA or Season 2 gives us more Cherry and Joe backstory cause fuck do they deserve it.
Cherry, honestly, you have extended your hand to Adam far too many times. Honestly, what has he done for you other than take? You try and give your friendship, you try and give a helping hand, you try and give love, and you try and offer a chance to be better, but he won’t take it. It’s not your job to fix him, and at this point it’s hurting you more than you realize.
I wish Sk8 was longer cause we deserved more serious beefs for Joe, Cherry, Miya, and Shadow. Really amp them up to show why their the top skaters of the place.
I’m gonna start walking around S with a shirt that says “Reki Defense Squad” and a bat.
Reki: “Hey, LANGA!” (Now everyone at S knows ya’ll are gay.) [Who am I kidding? S is just a gay club with skateboarding.]
So, fun fact, steel beams can weigh over 1,000lbs even if it’s a small beam. Since it was being held up by a crane we can assume that the beam that Joe kicked was at least 4,000lbs. Muscle-bound God of Skateboarding indeed.
Ooof, Cherry knew Joe lost even before the race finished.
Adam: I can hear them now, the ringing of wedding bells!
You’re about to hear my foot going up your ass.
Joe taking over for Oliver again. At this point, Nanako’s gonna be paying child support.
Oh, Reki, baby. 😢😢😢
Not gonna lie, when I first watched Sk8, I actually put a little hope into Adam, watching him lose his voice after he pulled Cherry’s card. His little “Oh” had me thinking he actually had a soul for a hot second.
The one outcome Joe didn’t want coming true. God can you imagine, even if he won against Langa, he’d still have had to watch Adam and Cherry’s beef?!
Cherry: I’ve been waiting for this day.
Adam: I didn’t want to compete against you.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I do actually like that Joe can flirt with people he only probably expects a passionate one-night stand, or something of a short relationship from. But, when it’s someone he truly loves, he loses his voice and becomes flustered.
Adam: Hey, how long is this little skit of yours going to go on? It’s about time to start.
Me: Aww, is someone jealous he gave up his only two friends and that they still find happiness in each other? Sounds like a you problem.
Joe: Be careful. He’s not the old Adam.
Cherry: I don’t need you to tell me that.
Oof the double meaning in that.
If you think Cherry not only dodging the Love Hug, but also skating a corner with his eyes closed isn’t cool only because Carla told him the angle, we can’t be friends and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.
Ya’ll ever noticed Cherry talks to himself a lot?
I have so many words I have to say about Adam v. Cherry. Like. Sooooo many.
I wonder if these are his classmates or just random dudes he found. Like 3/4 are actually kinda cute, even though the two on the right look like total snobs.
Now, I’m 100% gonna make a separate post about Adam & Cherry, but for now, aren’t the red tiles on the ground sorta posed likes wings?
You can physically see Joe’s last shred of hope for Adam shriveling up and dying. Joe can tolerate a lot of shit, but he 100% has a line and it’s name is Sakurayakishi Kaoru.
I need those fucking contacts.
Reki, no, come back and take this pin right this second. 🥺
No, Tadashi, Adam being like this is not your fault. You’ve just been groomed to believe that any wrongdoing he does is on your shoulders.
Adam: You’re so naive, Cherry.
Me: Damn, it’s almost as if he cares about you.
I like the way that Sk8 shows that Cherry’s current feelings for Adam aren’t romantic. When he gets hit, the image that shatters isn’t the one of the two of them looking into each other’s eyes or when Adam calls them special. It’s the one of him with Adam and Joe. The one of them laughing and being happy, something that he wishes that they all could have again.
I’m so gonna make a post on Adam’s boring comment. Like, how can I not? He’s so full of shit it’s actually insane. Like, I’m sorry you’re not letting yourself have fun.
On another note, I’m also gonna make a post on why I think Kaoru can’t go into the zone. And it’s not because of the way he skates either.
So am I supposed to believe the hospital didn’t call the cops when Kaoru escaped?
Love how it’s implied Joe drank that entire bottle of wine. Like, can you imagine how worried he was, head injuries are no joke.
Joe, sweetie, you need to tell him.
#sk8 cherry blossom#sk8 the infinity#sk8#sk8 joe#sk8 ad*m#sk8 langa#sk8 nanako#sk8 reki#sk8 rewatch#sk8 shadow#sk8 tadashi#sk8 miya
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weekly round-up in media [29 jan-4 feb 2023]
~ sp*ilers for 609 Bedtime Story, A League of Nobleman, The New Employee, and Never Let Me Go ~
[listening]
Monsta X’s “The Dreaming” album - new discovery and I’ve had it on repeat
[reading]
Imago series by NR Walker - short and sweet adult contemporary mlm romance set in Australia; come for the romance, stay for the butterfly conservation and near-death experiences - reread
Pocketful of Soul by @jenroses - Mo Xuanyu-centric MDZS time travel fix-it and one of my 2022 favorites - reread
Dawn Will Break by ca_pierson and darkmoore - Stargate Atlantis AU - Written for the 2010 Big Bang, this is one of my favorites. A bare bones summary: After dying, John Sheppard dimension hops into multiple versions of himself to fix whatever is wrong there, at the behest of the Ancients. - reread
[watching]
609 Bedtime Story - Well that was a way to end it I guess. I did like how they resolved things with Mint, but I was hoping she’d figured out the connection between Mum and Dew. But that would mean talking about the parallel world again and they apparently decided that the entire conceit of the show didn’t matter anymore after ep 9. I’m so annoyed. (Edit: I just found out there is an alternate ending airing next week; most likely an ‘unhappy’ ending. What are you doing, show? I’m not even mad about it, just more confused.)
A League of Nobleman - The show I’m enjoying the most this week. I didn’t expect such gorgeous visuals in a historical mystery that isn’t a fantasy. There’ve been two mysteries so far and the second one involved a serial killer. I enjoyed the heck out of that arc. I have affectionately nicknamed Zhang Ping ‘Eyebrows’ in my head because those are some fantastic ones he’s sporting. Kudos to the makeup team.
The Lost Tomb (2015) - Binged most of season one last night and I’m hooked. This is amazing. Also, surprise Yang Yang! (I’d forgotten why it was on my watchlist, so he must be why.) The quality level is about late 90s/early 2000s but that was early fandom in my life, so nostalgia is hitting me hard. I’m having a great time with this one.
The New Employee - Seven episodes feels like a weird episode count for a series, but okay - I watched the last two episodes back to back and loved how they ended it. I do find it interesting however, that we never saw the ex/crush again after he was the trigger for the main relationship blip. It felt like they were going to take that further. I probably should have waited to binge this in one go, because I had completely forgotten that there was a manager who could cause trouble until he caused trouble. These short form dramas are generally pretty frustrating to watch because I can clearly see a longer (usually better) show around them. This one did feel complete, but I’m hoping they release a movie version.
[anticipating]
SHINee - Key’s album repackage is this month! Onew finished recording something! Minho is too tall! Taemin D-57!
[random notes from my tv journal]
609 Bedtime Story, ep 11 - “The kissing sounds don’t match the video?!” (This show botched the ending so bad, in multiple ways. This particular way made me laugh though.)
A League of Nobleman, ep 6 - “Surprise serial killer! Neat!”
My School President, ep 9 - “Gun and Tinn’s little scene on the beach while spying on Sound gave me major ‘future old married couple’ feelings.” (And now I want to read that future fic where Gun is home on break from touring and teasing his doctor husband into relaxing after a stressful shift.)
Never Let Me Go, ep 8 - “That was an extremely ominous music cue to tag the bathroom confrontation scene with.” (Up until that last moment it felt like any other scene in this show, but the music change elevated it and made it seem like Ben was going to come back and murder the kid. It threw me out of the scene it was such a jarring escalation. I may go back and watch it again, to see how it feels on rewatch.)
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Hi! So I got a couple asks:
what show friend group would you most want to be a part of?
any clothing style influences?
Favorite "bad" movie and why?
Also any fun apartment 303 headcanons?
Sorry about the medical stuff, I hope you'll feel better
Thank you so much for the ask! <3
I just rewatched an episode of Derry Girls so I want to say I’d like to be one of them, but realistically, I’d be like Shirley’ friend Gary to any TV friend group because I’m very boring as a person. As evidenced by my answers to your other two questions, which are “I can’t think of any”.
On the other hand, I have so many apartment 303 headcanons:
Troy can’t focus very well while reading and it’s always made him feel stupid, so he tended to avoid reading and made fun of it as a nerdy pastime. But then Annie introduces him to audiobooks and explains that listening to them isn’t in any way less valuable than reading, and then Troy listens to so many audiobooks and loves it and he and Annie swap recommendations.
Troy and Abed doing nice things for Annie. Like cooking dinner for her, planning a fun day out or a relaxing evening in when she’s had a rough day. Sometimes it ends in disaster (especially the cooking) but Annie is always so touched
Annie thinks of Troy and Abed as “her boys”
Troy is the best at taking care of Abed and that is the only situation where Annie 100% defers to him
Pyjama dance parties
Troy teaching Abed and Annie his favourite dance moves
They cuddle during movie nights, whoever needs cuddles the most gets to be in the middle
Annie painted Troy’s nails once. It may have awakened something in him.
Troy fixes everything in the apartment. That’s why after he leaves and the fridge door breaks, it just stays broken.
After Troy leaves, Abed and Annie try looking for a new roommate on craigslist, except their list of roommate requirements is so specific that it could only be met by Troy Barnes. They realise this as they’re about to post it, exchange one sad look, delete the ad and never talk about it.
Abed keeps all the pictures of him and Troy they had hanging on the walls before Britta moved in
(ok the last ones got sad, I should probably stop now)
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