It’s the thickest hair type, and is unique to people with
black/African blood in them. it’s a very common hair type for black women.
Type four hair is broken down into three sections
4a, 4b, 4c, with 4a being the loosest of the thickest and 4c
being the thickest of the thickest.
Type 4a hair:
Type 4b hair:
Type 4c hair (my hair type)
Someone with type 4 hair may have all type 4 hair textures
in their hair (4 a-c), but it’s more common for someone to have both 4b and 4c
hair since those are similar.
Type 4a is loose yet thick at the same time but has a
definite curl pattern. It’s very curly.
Type 4b hair is kinky and not nearly as loose. Like type 4c
hair it can stand like an afro but more than often it has a kinky curly
Type 4c hair is the thickest and unlike the others does not
have a curl pattern. It is very kinky coily and literally defies gravity. It almost
always stands up in an afro state, and even if it is long, it still stands up unless it
is stretched. 4c hair has the most shrinkage, meaning that you can have back
length hair, but if it is wet is shrinks up like a sponge to a smaller, afro
It is what people refer to as nappy hair and what not.
Type 4 hair (especially 4c) is the most discriminated and made fun of in
both the natural hair community and outside of the community which is why so
many black women fear going natural because they don’t wanna have type 4 hair.
But honestly, type 4 hair is amazing and it’s sad society
has made us think it’s awful. I have 4 hair and I love it.
Hi friends. I know we’re all super pissed about Oak being asked to leave Great Comet to make room for Mandy Patinkin (I am too. Like I was looking forward to seeing him for months, and now I can’t) but I’m seeing a lot of posts on here that include some info that is just wrong, and wanted to clarify them. So here.
1.) Oak being dismissed had nothing to do with race. Let me explain, because I know that it 100% looks like it does, but it really doesn’t. Oak, while having a lot of fans in the Broadway community, is a total unknown outside of it. Mandy Patinkin is famous in film, television, and theatre (I mean, he was Inigo Montoya). While they are replacing a black actor with a white actor, that’s immaterial. What they’re really doing is replacing someone who won’t sell tickets (at least, extra tickets) with a celebrity who will (at premium prices). Is that better? Not really. But it’s an important distinction that a lot of people haven’t been making.
2.) He did not have “a week and a half” to sell tickets. I keep seeing this point, and it’s confused me greatly. Oak has been announced to take over Pierre since February. That was about five months ago. Any pre-sale that was going to happen would’ve already happened by now, and obviously same day sales weren’t good. They were expecting Oak to be a draw, but he wasn’t. Not Oak’s fault, but it’s just a fact.
3.) They’re not blaming Oak for not selling tickets. A continuation of the second point, no one is putting the success of the show on Oak’s shoulders (if anything, they’re putting it on Ingrid’s). However, they found someone who could make the show more successful, and he happens to be taking over Oak’s role. This does not mean that Oak was unsatisfactory in any way, shape, or form, and no one is trying to imply that.
4.) This is not the first time Great Comet has done this. Brittain Ashford was asked to go on vacation to make room for Ingrid Michaelson, for the exact same reason that Oak is ending his run early, and no one batted an eyelash. The only difference is that Brittain is coming back when Ingrid leaves, while most people in the business are pretty sure they have another celebrity lined up for Pierre, hence Mandy only performing for three weeks.
5.) He’s still getting paid. Just like Brittain, Oak is going to be fully compensated for the time he’s off. That doesn’t make things better, but please don’t think they’re just throwing him out on the street or something.
6.) What About Denée, Amber, Nick, Blaine, Azudi, Shoba, Paul, Summaya, Lulu, Andrew, Brandt, and Heath? If you’re wondering who those people are, they’re the other PoC in the cast of Great Comet, which has won multiple awards for its commitment to diversity this season. To further break those numbers down: four of them (Denée, Amber, Nick, and Paul) are in lead/supporting roles (out of a total of ten), one of which, Natasha, is the absolute archetype of “white Russian princess.” Not to mention that one of Natasha’s understudies, Shoba Narayan, is literally the only actress of Indian descent (that I know of) on Broadway right now. The Comet team has gone to great lengths to make their show as diverse as possible (they literally have their swings learn both “male” and “female” roles, and you can see same-sex couples at multiple points during the show, and it has a largely female creative team), and frankly it’s a little bit insulting to see people acting like Great Comet only casts PoC “when it’s convenient for them.”
7.) It was not Dave Malloy, Mandy Patinkin, or Rachel Chavkin’s fault this happened. I’ve seen people attacking Dave and Rachel for allowing Oak to be replaced, and Mandy himself for replacing him. Not okay. If you want to blame anyone, blame the producers. Dave and Rachel have literally no say beyond: “Yeah. We’d love Mandy to be in it. Not sure when, though.” and Mandy just gave them the times he was free between shooting the next season of Homeland, and it happened to be the last three weeks of Oak’s run.
8.) This is all about making money. Broadway shows aren’t cheap to run in general, but a show like Comet is an absolute beast. 30+ cast members, a huge band, a giant crew, etc. Their weekly running costs are probably somewhere in the range of 700k-800k a week. Since Josh left, they’ve been making ~900k a week, which is fine, if they want to be in debt for the next ten years. Comet had a huge amount of money put into it, and the people running it are definitely feeling pressure from investors to pay it back. This means they have to stick a celeb in every once in a while.
9.) I still don’t think it’s okay. This all being said, I think it was an absolutely shitty move on the producers’ part (they could’ve handled it a lot better) and am livid. (Though, I do have to admit I love Mandy Patinkin. I just wish he came at a different time.) But while I’m angry, I think it’s important not to make this into something it’s not.
A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!
A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear
each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking
inside of them. Instant realisation.
was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give
to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a
in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…
also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant
to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the
floor… four down three to go…
Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope
not that room!
he got to the final room (because of
course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his
eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around
the syllables before he knew what he was doing…
heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly
and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung
stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t
fall flat on his face.
What was happening to him?
had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched
the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and
granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen
minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not
because he was sick and dying.
stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he
shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He
really needed to start cooking more.
clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get
through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.
the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have
the entire room turn to face him.
He must have been later than he thought he was.
to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.
turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to
see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally!
He managed to catch a break!
a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his
jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides,
chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through
wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure
emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous
all at the same time… he didn’t know.
Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-
began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one
close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and
the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…
pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his
unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up
just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his
existence or anything. It would be fine.
into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his
books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between
girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye
and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they
shot up to look him in the eye.
was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.
“Tsk, another one of those computer
geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love
with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had
grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to
shyly excuse himself when-
“Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments
and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and
strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire
being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the
holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology
lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to
act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated
here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”
turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie
sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare
he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.
group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up
and moving rows.
girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind;
she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats
to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and
her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned
LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up
today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked
one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.
thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at
“No sweat LOLOL boy-”
“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed
the back of his neck.
girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.
“Pretty much, yes.”
Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his
pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness
and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.
“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind
of a mouthful.”
“And yet so apt-”
“Yes I understand this but-”
My name is MC.”
The waning was nothing but the calm
before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up
1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt
up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat
that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her
name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!
“What should I call you if not LOL-”
“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”
had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the
way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily,
MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to
him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came
rushing back one hundred-fold.
Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.
had never heard his name sound so beautiful.
Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as
she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did
so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand
different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.
clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important
decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward,
completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she
could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.
Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand
resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.
“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”
threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.
you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger
booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.
“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out
slightly- why had he said that? When did
he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?
“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate
then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”
“….. Soul… soul what?”
parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for
what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.
truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.
stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider
than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the
love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach
It was going to be so much fun.
see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”
“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for
the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.
“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already
trying to get into my pants-”
“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she
Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s
me and you.”
took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell
in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love
and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much
to take in…
entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle
painted on his face. This, he was going
to have this, forever.
didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her-
his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.
smiled and squeezed her hand back.
I think I’m okay with that.”
first motion picture…
was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that
his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known
leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he
had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the
hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the
end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show
business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director
had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was
just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.
had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and
couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical
run through of the scenes that they actually met…
hi! You must be-”
“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”
didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.
was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.
moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in
his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t
understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the
script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her
and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of
course. That must be what it was.
she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his
own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.
Damn it he needed to focus and not
get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him!
He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he
… she had the most beautiful smile
he had ever seen in his life.
had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never
felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt
authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious
that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre
could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every
word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air…
and god he really wanted to try.
must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making
himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of
didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three
times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing
more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were
performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.
didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…
MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before
realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood
flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from
embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far
gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how
idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to
call you MC-”
“And why not? It’s my name too,” she
smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching
instinctively under her touch.
was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself-
damn it- he was already half in love.
only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his
name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!
silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my
name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to
smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of
Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”
watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully,
how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if
she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.
it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple
tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”
Swallowing deeply and finally
blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she
did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.
“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s
name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes
as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of
their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”
stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-
one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes
fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.
“Not out loud…”
“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her
hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers
tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.
talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their
favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re
beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”
were made to be a perfect fit after all…
they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was
practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.
a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and
part with a kiss…
was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-
and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely
unscripted. Completely inappropriate.
Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”
“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she
wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about
action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”
smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random
people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to
waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot
actors who fell in love with his co-star.
guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”
wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t
have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her
inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a
part time job.
way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some
working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing,
even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she
figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who
overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to
end up like that!
was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run
in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against
the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was
barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders
across the counter.
the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do
and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.
the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy
writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it
perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to
make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…
nearly spilt the drink all over herself.
name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times
this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart
feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to
laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with
her and this MC.
from a name.
finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down.
She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t
shake too much, “MC?!”
looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with
cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.
“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”
two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and
hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.
pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s
hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.
this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her
own honeyed irises large with disbelief.
couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…
is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning
I don’t believe in-”
“I’m standing right here.”
“Nothing good ever happens to me-”
“Right in front of you.”
“I have a break now-”
“Let’s have a coffee.”
the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of
house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned
to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled
like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?
did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s
name for every order for the next day.
Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his
soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him
and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This
obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their
company to ruin.
didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending
time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your
soul. That would be the day.
throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to
say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for
butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the
first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on
labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”
the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated
the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to
even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying
to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.
that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right
he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his
ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had
no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making
them sound like fools.
why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.
his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival
school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance
to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in
with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would
meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.
had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but
everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically
hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He
didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be
prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said
that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.
day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite
team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing
with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them.
Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what
was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?
was going to be too easy.
barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he
heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto
felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes
raked over her smaller form.
looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues
trapped between her fingers.
thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and
the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth?
A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears.
His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat
and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going
on, he didn’t understand.
watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her
cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower
lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.
Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself-
he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her
blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in
pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments
it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay
attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her.
Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get
it together Jumin!
he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively
look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost.
Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name
instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.
for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still-
a coherent blushing mess.
university went home empty handed that year after all.
not Jumin, not this time.
wouldn’t lose twice in one day.
there, good performance today.”
“I’m Jumin Han-”
“I know. I’m MC-”
“I heard, yes.”
teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about
to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing
Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she
in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash
assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.
“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”
silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name
and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name…
fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to
speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man
would continue his initiative.
I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was
certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right
shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like
the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”
smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would
have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.
“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day,
to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I
thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my
name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The
pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just
lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could
have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it,
but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.
Just too easy.
did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”
“Scream my name out into the
audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your
tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin
on her face.
stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people
thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to
swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-
to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating
on his chest.
“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d
actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed,
burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and
offering a warmth that he had never felt before.
perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked
looking down at the crown of her head.
“O-Of course not!”
tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.
was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.
barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.
they brought her in.
and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she
could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept
less than him. Ate less than him. Was
less than him.
wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and
she would have to be disposed of.
and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right
with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that
broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.
imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the
streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer
spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.
wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.
all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her
funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that
no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.
soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was
literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and
smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.
707. Stay back tonight. Help me with
Of course, 606, whatever you need.
night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the
older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.
kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat
there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was
doing was literally more work. That was
what tomorrow was for!
was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.
I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.
looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even
sent him the message- or even blinked.
“So… you in?”
Of course, 606, whatever you need.
nodded. She kept typing.
“Come and see me in my room then?”
so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were
going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency-
they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents-
probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as
insurance or worse, incentive.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”
he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if
needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into
each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what
they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were
just making out.
room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she
had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come
midnight she, they, would jump down
and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other
agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.
clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of
an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.
case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my
name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name
was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in
him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not
there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how
to spot a miracle when God sent one.
not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing
embrace, “I promise.”
“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to
“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped
out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”
look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his
grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned
on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.
sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.
pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when
she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that
had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.
made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her
away from me.
landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down
to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor
beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…
he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of
gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything
under his touch, etch it into his mind.
lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”
“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up,
screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her,
looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so
close to being free.
“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes
crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.
“No it won’t be-”
“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”
jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he
did, he would never be able to leave her side.
ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her
Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.
she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.
707: Think someone entered the chat room;;
smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.
Promised I would find you.
He had been searching for months under her
orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he
would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then
Like a gust of wind on a scorching
day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life
and turned it upside down.
He would follow her and watch her
from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was
interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.
Her friend was laughing on the other
line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”
Saeran fell to the floor, his knees
smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!
He crawled underneath his desk and
curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked
back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on
edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that
it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the
call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted
But he was already corrupted, no
matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he
was… but MC-
She was perfect, absolutely perfect.
Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.
It was hard to have something of
your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.
He had to get her back.
They had sent her to infiltrate an
organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent
person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.
He was frantic, he sent her
conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her
to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of
what he saw in her… they would steal her away.
Finally the Saviour said it was
time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for
himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the
apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her…
she was not as happy to see him.
She was screaming. She was backing
away from him. She was afraid.
He couldn’t think straight- this
wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly.
Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-
That was it… he knew her name but
she didn’t know his… to her he was…
from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took
some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t
be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll
save you… You invited someone? Maybe…
“MC- Are you hurt?”
“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”
Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty
She’s mine. She’s meant for me.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to use
force to protect my girl.” I don’t want to do this.“You move a
single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.
“What do you want?!”
escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate
the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”
pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled
away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.
to be his.
name… My name was Saeran.”
was the school for the rich and gifted.
more rich and others more gifted.
loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.
person hated it.
in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the
community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their
this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who
thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She
didn’t like them at all.
those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun-
blindingly beautiful but dangerous.
shone more so than V.
the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?
it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went
around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like
“everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he
had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek
God? WASN’T IT?!
breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months
she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed
hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing
from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.
a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best
friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.
chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was
available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.
do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from
her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man
to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed
I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god
even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not
meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,”
she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk,
resting her chin atop her crossed arms.
told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his
arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that
you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see?
Without even getting to know them?”
fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.
now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she
whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her
feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already
in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to
love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A
man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were
married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never
stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A
man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs
and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be
loved that name.
heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs
were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place
themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being
linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his
she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a
loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out
completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be
enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.
gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were
trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his
mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking
in jest, she was completely serious.
“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real
name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into
a wry smile.
violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started
running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room
just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was
developing something… she should be patient…
but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She
didn’t know but she had to try!
light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay
and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind
than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.
was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.
she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it
without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it
took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.
turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit
bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and
so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted
to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.
in a name? Everything. What did
I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.
V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at
“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an
apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.
“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I
couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under
the harsh lights.
reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save
her from embarrassment.
know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,”
he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since
the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew
that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply
was not yours.”
this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his
name was faulty, that he was faulty.
heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost
ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she
was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether
or not she could do it not was the other question.
I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing
wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let
you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you,
just as you are.”
in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.
do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap
“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.
“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms
around her body.
Can your write one like the only you just did
were the reader is younger but this time she is dating Cole and it’s a secret
for a while because he is older and everyone already wants him to be with Lili
Warnings: A freaking intense and scary Uno game,
Dick related joke(s)?
A/N: I have used the name ‘Kairi’ (if you can
guess where this is from, I will give you so much love) as the character you’re
playing. It just makes a little more sense to me instead of having to write ‘y/n’
as your character. Because you are you, and your character is Kairi. xoxo
“Uno!” You shouted,
grinning as you placed down the draw four card you had been waiting to unleash on Cole, a grin across your
lips. “Come on, boy. Pick the cards up!” You laughed, looking down at the last
card you had left. “Oh, and I change the colour to… blue!”
Cole picked up his four
cards, but you were too busy celebrating in your head to notice the smirk on
his lips. “Draw four,” Cole muttered slyly, placing down the card, looking at
you with a sinister look.
Your mouth dropped open
and your eyes widened. “Are you serious!?” You exclaimed, slamming down the
card and huffing, crossing your arms. You were a sore loser, to say the least. “So
you’re allowed to put a draw four down, but I’m not?” Cole laughed, running his
hands through his hair and taking a deep breath. “I think we need a break from
this game. We’ve been playing for over two hours.”
You stood up, brushing
off your pants and stretched, hearing the popping sounds coming from your back.
You took a deep breath and looked outside of your trailer, seeing the sun was
starting to set. “We’re still doing the Jughead and Kairi scene tonight, aren’t
we?” You asked the raven haired boy, grabbing your coat before you followed him
outside, walking besides him.
“Yeah. We have to meet
the producers at around 11pm. Just so it’s dark enough.” Cole nodded, smiling
down at you before making his way to where all the others were sitting.
Truth is, you and Cole had
been dating for about 5 months now, but you both kept your feelings hidden away
in public and left it all for behind doors. Both of your family knew, and were
a bit hesitant at first, since you were 19 (turning 20) and Cole was 24. Your
families eventually got used to it, and you got on along so well with Dylan. It
was everything he wanted in a relationship.
But there was a flaw.
And that was Lili.
Now, she wasn’t a flaw
herself. You found her absolutely breathtaking. She was gorgeous. But everyone
wanted her to be with Cole, and that’s why you both decided to keep the
relationship under wraps.
You shoved your hands in
your pockets, smiling as you sat down next to Madelaine and Casey, smiling as
she slid her plate across to you, the sweet potato fries already making you
drool. “Are (Y/N) and I the only ones that have a late night scene to shoot?”
Cole asked, looking around the table. He looked at you, gave you a small smile
and turned his attention to Ross.
“I’m sure Lili will wait
up for you, Cole.” He laughed, making Lili blush. You ran your fingers through
your hair, taking a deep breath and continued to share the plate of fries with
Madelaine. You looked at Cole, who was giving a fake laugh.
“I’ll be back, guys.”
You stood up, announcing that you wanted to take a walk and revise some lines
by yourself before your scene. “Need some company?” Cole asked, raising an
eyebrow. “We are shooting this scene together, if you need some help or
anything.” You shook your head, smiling softly before grabbing your phone from
the table and walking off towards the entrance of the lot.
“Need anyone to go with
you, Hon?” The night shift guard asked you, but you shook your head, smiling. “I’ll
be fine, thanks Linda.” You continued your walk out of the set and took a deep
breath, hands in pockets once again.
Your thoughts were
startled by your phone ringing. You looked at the caller I.D and saw ‘Sprouse #1’ with the many emoji’s next
to his name. You answered the phone, holding it to your ear. “What’s up?” You
asked, the main street lit up by the night life of the town.
“Where are you? We have
three hours to be on set. You need to get ready.” Cole didn’t even bother
saying hello. You took a deep breath, looking over your shoulder. The lot wasn’t
even that far away. You had been out for about 15 minutes.
“I’ll be back in another
15 or 20 minutes, Cole. I’m fine. I just need some space.” You sighed, biting
your lip and turning around. You walked into a corner store, still on the phone
to your co-star and boyfriend. “No, you’ll be back now, please. Just so I know
you’re safe.” Cole had whispered the last part, and you could almost picture
him looking around, making sure no one was listening.
“I’m just getting a
smoothie, Cole. Give me a few minutes.” You sighed, ordering the smoothie and
paying for it. You took a seat, phone still to your ear. “Now. There is
something on your mind. What’s the matter?” You questioned, biting your lip.
“I want to tell them,
(Y/N). I don’t want them to keep trying to make me date Lili. I love her to
bits. But I’m going to pull an Archie Andrews here and say I don’t love her
like that. She’s a friend and that’s what I want it to stay as.” He sighed, and
you could hear his trailer door shut behind him. “I just love you so much and I
don’t see why a five age gap is a big deal. I just want to tell them.”
You took a deep breath,
getting up and thanking the person at the counter as they called you over for
your smoothie. You walked out of the store, taking a sip. “Well, I’m on my way
back now. So if you want to meet me at the front and we can do it together, I’ll
be happy to.” You complied with him, a smile on your lips. Now you can finally
post about him without having to use the ‘best friend’ hashtag.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
You grinned, seeing Cole in all his beauty. He smiled, turning around to walk
besides you. The both of you walked slowly, a silence overcoming the both of
you. “How do we do this?” You asked, looking at him. He looked at you, a small
smile on his lips. “You’ll find out.”
You had been sitting
back at the table for about 25 minutes now. You were due in hair and make-up in
another 10, and Cole still hadn’t said anything about the two of you.
“Hey, hey guys. What do
you call a 3.14 metre snake?” KJ spoke up, making you furrow your eyebrows at
the stupid sounding joke. “It’s a pithon.
Get it. Pi. No? Yes?” You had bursted out laughing at the simple, but so stupid
maths related joke. “See! At least someone enjoyed my joke!”
“I’m sure Lili enjoys
Cole’s snake,” Trevor had spoken up, making you look at him.
“I’m dating (Y/N).” Cole
had said it so bluntly that it had almost slipped past. You looked at him, eyes
widened at how quickly he had said it. He looked at you, shrugging before going
back to his fries. Madelaine and Camila had looked at you, jaws dropped and
“What can I say, I’m
into blunt guys.” You shrugged, a laugh coming from your lips as you stood up,
leaving to get ready for your next scene.
Cole had gotten up,
following you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making the rest of
the cast chatter about the both of you.
“That was very blunt,”
you commented, looking up at the brunette.
“I honestly had not
planned that.” Cole opened the trailer door for you, a smile on his lips.
You know the old saying, “There’s no man lying on his deathbed saying, ‘I should have spent more time in the office’”? I try and live by that. I’ve found that the older I get, the more spontaneous I become. I don’t want to look three, four, five years down the line and go, “Why the hell did I say no to that?”
Mycroft’s anger is in response to Sherlock creating a theatrical performance, a lie to scare him. The mention of “pantomime” makes me think of false stories, and many metas have been written on the unreliability of series 4 in general, to not take it as face value: it’s a false story, all smoke and mirrors.
What if we take Mycroft’s words as both literal and symbolic, though? Sherlock Series 4 is both literal theatre and a constructed false story.
toxicsemicolon’s posts are mainly about Sherlock and the Theatre of the Absurd (to me, it’s like ‘what would happen if Sherlock suddenly made no sense, the point is there is no point! etc etc). And I was taking a screenwriting course, and something called Brecht and Epic Theatre was mentioned. I didn’t know what it was, but it sounded interesting, so I looked it up!
^This video really helped me start understanding it- I’m by no means an expert! This quote from it was particularly helpful:
“And we’re not meant to sit comfortably and predict what’s going to happen, because that’s not what this play is about. And I think the more they throw in things that are unexpected, the more that they shake you up when you feel like you know where this is going.”
Basically, I think Series 4 is showing what happens when the normal ‘rules’ of the story we’ve been watching no longer apply. Now, we’re in the land of (UNCONVENTIONAL) theatre, and reacting in similar ways to how the first audiences of the theatre of the absurd and epic theatre reacted: disorientation, confusion, resistance.
While not invented by Brecht, the Verfremdungseffekt, known in English as the “estrangement effect” or the “alienation effect,” was made popular by Brecht and is one of the most significant characteristics of Epic theatre. Brecht sought to “re-create the relationship between the actor and audience as dialectic” so that the audience would not longer “willingly suspend disbelief.” The Verfremdungseffekt makes the audience feel detached from the action of the play, so they do not become immersed in the fictional reality of the stage or become overly empathetic of the characters with the hope that Epic theatre will turn “the spectator into an observer” and arouse “his capacity for action, force[ing] him to take decisions.”
This is what The Final Problem is all about to me. We’re encouraged to no longer view this as a ‘normal’ episode, to pay attention to the discrepancies- for example, the glaring ‘missing 10 minutes’ of John’s therapy appointment, and him apparently being shot by a tranquilizer gun. (x) And, there’s the general dissonance in tone of the entire episode- things that would normally give us a poignant, emotional reaction such as the burning of 221B are handled poorly (see If you want to make me laugh OR cry then do one, not both!) This makes us resist our usual willingness to “suspend disbelief”, distances ourselves from emotionally investing like we usually would.
And, that turns out to be a good thing, because now, we shouldn’t be emotionally investing in these particular portrayals of our usually beloved characters. They are deliberate caricatures of themselves. Turns out, that’s also part of Epic Theatre, specifically the way the “alienation effect” is achieved:
Some of the ways the Verfremdungseffekt can be achieved is by having actors play multiple characters
This doesn’t happen quite literally in Sherlock- as in, say, Una playing both the role of Mrs Hudson and Norbury, or something like that. Rather, because our emotional investment has been removed, we are able to see the characters as stand ins for Something Else. For example, Mycroft is no longer ‘Mycroft’ but a stand-in for Mark, the writer watching his own creation crash and burn, and get high-jacked by The Final Problem story.
rearrange the set in full view of the audience
And yes, this one does quite literally happen. Our “set” of 221B is destroyed, and the audience gets to see it, “the stage”, re-made in front of their eyes:
And our own set designer of Sherlock, Arwel Wyn Jones, gets to have a cameo there- again drawing attention to the very fictionality of the show itself, its own set designer is doing work in front of our eyes that is usually reserved for off screen/on stage.
“break the fourth wall” by speaking to the audience.
Lighting can also be used to emulate the effect. For example, flooding the theatre with bright lights (not just the stage) and placing lighting equipment on stage can encourage the audience to understand that the production is merely a production instead of reality.
Such a moment happens in The Six Thatchers, where we see a camera in the right-hand corner of the screen as John confronts Mary:
One of the funniest fucking things about Kingsman: The Secret Service is that at one point Harry has to go on a mission in Kentucky and he tells Eggsy to just wait at his house and he’ll be right back.
They’re in England.
He’s going to Kentucky.
Do you know how long the average flight time from England to Kentucky is?
That’s not even factoring in delay and wait times, or the times of the actual mission, or the prep time for the mission, or sleeping and eating time.
So Harry is telling this kid to just sit around his house for a good day and half, acting like it’s only gonna be a few hours, and either Eggsy doesn’t understand travel times, or he has literally nothing better to do with his life, because he does it unquestioningly, like the absolute madman he is.
Not only this, but he sits in Harry’s office and watches the whole mission via the video feed sent to Harry’s laptop from his glasses. Like, how long was he watching? Did he just sit there with a bag of popcorn as Harry walked around airport terminals and stared out the window of a jet? I need answers!
Harry doesn’t make it back after the mission, so it only would end up being like ¾ of a day, but still, what the fuck?
The best part is that absolutely none of this is addressed in the movie at all, and the way the cuts are set up it looks like it took Harry like an hour to get there and Eggsy just sat at his desk the whole time. Now, you can talk to me about James Bond style tech and private jets and shit all you want but as far as we can tell, Kingsman only has the same kind of flight tech as the rest of the modern world, so it would only cut it down like four or five hours at best.
So Harry’s still telling this kid to chill at his house for a whole day at least.
Just sayin’ my wife and I just spent almost four hours going down a rabbit hole of nostalgic music from the late nineties and early aughts, and we danced in our underwear and we sang along and had the most lovely night together and I’m not saying this to brag (although I love my wife very much and I’m very lucky) but just to remind you that if you want to find a person whose brand of weird matches your own, you absolutely will. I still knew every word of Evanescence’s “My Immortal,” and– instead of making fun of me like kids in school used to do– baby looked at me and said she never loved me more than she did while listening to that song with me. If you’re young and things are hard, just remember that those hard times are going to come around. Someday you’ll be laughing about it with someone you love.
Two weeks after you last saw Bucky, you were getting ready for
your meeting with Sam and his team when you heard a lot of giggling and
chattering in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice of the
“What do you want?” you asked defensively as you swung the
Wanda pressed her cheek against Nat’s and they both gave you
their best innocent smile. When you didn’t answer, they bat their eyelashes at
Summery: Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.
-my best friend was accused of attempted murder by my uni. It was so scary and ridiculous at the same time. We were freshmen. She asked me to witness at court, in the end the charges were dropped.
-me and my other friends trespassed into a morgue. We got caught and the guard let us off with a warning. He told us not to get spooked on our way down.
-kids deadass watching porn on their laptops while the professors do not give a single shit
-there was a bomb threat on the day of prelim exams and everyone was evacuated. The bomb threat was apparently made by a bunch of seniors who wanted to delay the exam dates.
-I forgot to watch the weather while on my way to Uni and I was asleep on the bus. Too sleepy to notice it was storming. The bus got caught in a flood and as I went down, the water reached to my knees. I had to wade through waist-deep flood to go down like four blocks to get home. It was Bad Scoob.
-literally just. Professors showing up to class /reeking/ of weed. One professor swaggered into class and started teaching analytical geometry and everyone was just. Sitting there trying to tell him it was a Marketing Strategies class
-I accidentally joined a one day recreational class on veganism.
- I get this sounds like a Classic ™ Tumblr story but I had this professor who was always an emotional Mess. He showed up to class one day hungover, with his shirt inside out, stained, eyes red, and flip flops.
-he went into class and asked us to turn off the lights. He went to his desk while the rest of us were sitting in silence and the man just. Starts crying. “I don’t even know why I’m crying, guys. I’m sorry. Give me a second to gather myself.” And he slammed his fist on the table. “I hate this class so fucking much.”
I’ve never done an ‘Imagine’ before so please bear with me. This little idea wouldn’t leave my head so I had to write it.
Imagine you being best friends with Tony and Clay. You’re the one girl who’s either oblivious to all the cute boys around you and/or you’re the one girl who brushes off all flirtatious comments thrown at you. However, there is one boy who’s truly interested in you and he finally decides to make it known when Valentine’s Day rolls around.
Jeff X Reader
Walking through the school hall, you wrinkle your nose at the red and pink paper hearts adorning the walls. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and posters advertise dollar carnations so you can buy your Valentine all he/she deserves. It’s not that you have anything against the Hallmark holiday, it’s just.. all so pink and definitely not one of your favorite colors.
You make it to gym, pasting on a frown as you trudge inside. Making a beeline for the coach, you pass over a note and wait patiently as it’s read. The coach scoffs, you bite back a smirk and then trudge over to the bleachers when the coach grunts in acknowledgement of having read the note before waving you off. When you stomp halfway up said bleachers, you let your book bag fall with a content sigh before laying down on your stomach on one of the bleacher seats while pillowing your head atop your crossed arms.
“You look cozy,” you hear Tony’s familiar voice say. “What excuse is it this time?”
“Killer cramps and a heavy flow. I enjoy grossing out the coach.” Cracking open an eye, you see Tony decked out in gym wear sitting right in front of you, grinning. “Having a vagina really has it’s perks.”
The requested fic in which Max has asthma, but keeps it a secret from the campers, until he has an attack
Max looked at David incredulously.
“Really? A hike?” He deadpanned.
“Yes! You guys will love it! We’re going to hike to the top of the Lake Lilac hill and back down at the end of the day! Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Yes!” Nikki cheered.
“No!” Neil snapped.
“No.” Max said.
“Guys! We might see a pack of wolves! Or a moose! Or bigfoot! Aren’t you excited?” Nikki asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“No? That hill is a million miles up! I’m an introvert! I’m not built for that kind of team-building BULLSHIT!” Neil yelled.
“Now, Neil! Don’t worry, it will be tons of fun! Right, Max?” David said, leaning towards Max.
“Go fuck a bush.” Max glared.
“Language, Max.” David said.
Twenty minutes of preparing backpacks, handing out water bottles, and prying Space Kid out from where he got his helmet stuck in a knothole later and they were on their way.
Nikki was running up ahead, sniffing rocks, climbing trees, and just generally keeping David’s hands full. Neil, Max, and Gwen lagged near the back.
About two hours of walking later, halfway up the hill, Max began to cough. Not a lot, just a subtle cough into his elbow every few minutes.
“You alright, Max?” Neil asked, looking at him funny.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Max said, he could see Gwen casting him a worried look but he ignored it.
Five minutes later the coughs were more persistent. Max was having trouble matching Neil’s walking pace.
“Max, do you need to stop?” Gwen asked gently.
“Fuck,” Coughing, “off.” Max glared.
Max made it up the mountain without any further problems.
“Wasn’t that fun!” Nikki asked, excitedly.
“Not really.” Max said, before lapsing into another coughing fit.
“Max, are you sure you’re okay?” Neil asked.
“I’m fine!” Max snapped, noticeably more irritable than usual.
Nikki and Neil looked at each other but didn’t say anything.
They, unfortunately, didn’t stay at the top of the hill as long as Max would have liked. He wanted to take a longer break and catch his breath properly but they were running out of daylight and there was a four hour hike back down. Max was really struggling to see the appeal of this escapade.
Nikki was, again, leading the group with an overzealous David. How can anyone have that much energy after a four hour hike and only a one hour break?
Max was having a hard time getting a good breath. Everytime he tried to breathe too deeply he would start coughing, and the amount of air he could take in before that happened was decreasing.
Neil kept glancing at him and Gwen was walking uncomfortable close to him. He didn’t like this.
Suddenly, Max couldn’t get any air in at all, he fell to his knees and began to claw at his throat desperately trying to open his airway.
Neil was shouting. Gwen was holding Max’s arms back from his throat. David ran up to Max, but Max’s eyes were too blurry with panicked tears to see his expression.
“Max! Where is your inhaler?” David asked urgently.
Max tried to tell him that he didn’t know. He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t breathe.
“It’s okay, David, I grabbed one of his before we left!” Gwen said, handing it to David.
“Someone give me a water bottle and a knife!” David demanded. Harrison tossed David his water bottle and Nurf gave him a knife. David made fast work out of cutting a hole in the bottom of the bottle and shoving the inhaler in it as a makeshift spacer. He tried to put the end in Max’s mouth.
Max pulled his head away, he didn’t want that anywhere near his mouth.
“Max! Please!” David urged, trying again. This time Max let him put the spacer in his mouth. David puffed it once. “Okay Max, in and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Good. We’re going to do it again okay?”
Max nodded vacantly.
“Okay, ready? In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Better?” David asked, pulling the spacer away. Max nodded again. “Gwen can you hand me another bottle of water? Max needs to rinse his mouth out.”
“Sure, here.” Gwen said, handing him a bottle of water.
David handed it to Max, who rinsed his mouth and spat the water in the dirt nearby. He was becoming aware that all of the campers were staring at him. A few of them looked scared, he guessed they weren’t used to asthma attacks. Nikki was crying. Max looked away, he didn’t want them to find out like this. He hadn’t wanted them to find out at all.
Suddenly he was being hoisted off of the ground and onto David’s back.
“Put me down, dipshit.” Max said, sounding tired and strained, “I can walk.”
“I know, but it’s a three hour hike from here and it’s getting dark. Besides, you’re always tired after an attack. Just let me carry you, nobody will blame you for it.” David assured him.
Max punched David’s back, but was too tired to use any real force. He let himself fall limp against David’s back and be carried down the hill.
David was right about him being tired, as much as Max hated to admit it. It was only half an hour before he was asleep.
the signs as rules and tips for dating a hockey player
<b><p></b> <b>aries:</b> oh my god don't (JUST DON'T)<p/><b>taurus:</b> let him take his nap<p/><b>gemini:</b> lie about the fact that you ABSOLUTELY HATE his god awful green plaid suit<p/><b>cancer:</b> i've met plenty of brunettes<p/><b>leo:</b> learn the difference between classy and cheap<p/><b>virgo:</b> you know how little kids get when they don't get their naps? that's how it's going to be<p/><b>libra:</b> no matter what, under any circumstances, do not tell him what he did wrong<p/><b>scorpio:</b> never make plans for four months down the road<p/><b>sagittarius:</b> it's called being petty and a hoe<p/><b>capricorn:</b> have a life<p/><b>aquarius:</b> this isn't high school<p/><b>pisces:</b> don't complain about him playing xbox 9 hours out of the day<p/></p><p/></p>