Thanks you guys, it's good to be free again-who the hell are you two?
*points at Matt and Danny*
Don't look at me, I don't know either. All I know is that Claire needs our help.
Okay, Luke, Jessica, this might sound strange but we have a situation on our hands.
Claire...please. I'm a walking bulletproof man.
And I took down a man with mind control powers.
Exactly. You'd have to really TRY in order to weird us out anymore.
Okay, in that case, I'm gonna let Matt and Danny explain what's happening.
*Matt and Danny step up*
The city is under attack from an ancient, Japanese cult of ninja called "The Hand".
Right now, they're trying to harness the power of the "Black Sky" from a woman named Elektra Natchios, who was killed but later resurrected through a blood ritual involving some weird, ancient pod.
Also, Elektra's my ex-girlfriend. And she's part of an ancient organization called "The Chaste", who are the Hand's nemesis.
Oh, and did I mention that I was raised in a mythical city by monks and I can charge my fist with mystical chi energy?
And I'm blind but my senses have been heightened to the point that I don't need sight. Oh yeah, and I'm Daredevil aka the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Are you with us so far?
I sincerely hope that for the Defenders, Luke Cage is made the designated leader, with Claire Temple as the Nick Fury-type member.
Danny is too naive and immature to be leading anyone while Matt and Jessica have WAY too many personality issues to inspire loyalty. Let’s not forget what happened in Daredevil season two with what went down between Matt, Karen, and Foggy and how Jessica treated people not named Trish and Luke.
(Malcolm is a slight exception since he did redeem himself but she still screwed him over a bit)
Luke, on the other hand, is a pretty stable dude who does inspire people. That was one of the main points in his show, that people look up to him and are inspired to do good. He may be reluctant but he definitely plays well with others and can take the lead when he needs to. Plus, he’s a former sheriff so I’m pretty sure he has actual experience leading a team into dangerous situations.
This isn’t hate on Daredevil, Jessica Jones, or Iron Fist by the way. Like, I LOVE Matt Murdock but even I’d be disappointed if he was made team leader. The man can barely manage himself, do you really think he can manage three other people, each of whom have their own issues?
First off, kick Scott Buck out of the showrunner role. Also, if we can fire him from the Inhumans show, that’d be great.
Second, hire Gareth Evans (director of the Raid series) as the new showrunner.
Third, get the fight choreographers from the Raid series to take over the fight choreography on the show. Add Tony Jaa just in case. Also, take notes from Daredevil and keep the camera steady during the fight scenes. If the actors aren’t good enough at fighting to the point that you need shaky cam…
Fourth, drill Finn, Jessica, and anyone else who is going to be involved in the fighting scenes. Like, boot camp the fuck out of the cast. If Julie Estelle, who had NO martial arts experience before “The Raid 2”, can learn Pencak Silat just in time to film her fight scenes for the movie, then the cast can improve their fight choreography for season two.
Fifth, introduce Shang-Chi for the sole purpose of building him up for his own show (like the Punisher). If you want to court the controversy with the Asian-American community, you don’t have to punish Finn or anyone else involved with the show for it. Just greenlight a show featuring one of Marvel’s Asian heroes, that’s more than enough of an apology.
Sixth, less boardroom politics, more strange, mystical martial arts stuff. Delve into the Hand mythos, that was more interesting than what was going on at Rand enterprises.
Seventh, add Misty Knight
Eighth, add Luke Cage…albeit in a recurring or guest role since he has to do season two of his own show.
Ninth, write Danny and the whole show in the style as the movies. Yeah, I know the Netflix side of the MCU is more grounded and Danny is definitely the most lighthearted of the Defenders but his show should not be as grounded as it was. Iron Fist has a fucking glowing fist of power, was trained in some ancient mythical city, and he’s a billionaire kid. His show should feel more like Agents of SHIELD or Arrow, not a poor man’s Daredevil. Not saying the grounded style is bad, it’s just Iron Fist isn’t a hero that should be grounded.
Tenth, give Danny a sense of reflection about his own privilege and the fact that he’s a white guy with powers from Asia. If you want to combat the white savior trope, have Danny at least recognize these things about himself and never have him talk over the Asian characters (like Colleen) about being Asian. I like that Colleen did call him out on some things but Danny himself should recognize that he’s a white savior. Have him LEARN from this.
Eleventh, add more Asian characters to the main cast. Upgrade Madame Gao, Lei Kung and add Shang-Chi and Blindspot. Throw Amadeus Cho in there too. Point is, Colleen should NOT be the only Asian character in a show that features mystical, Asian stuff. I’ll even accept creating an original Asian character.
To bring the “Defenders-landing-in-some-trash” joke full circle, not only should they land in the trash as a group but someone should say something like, “Let’s go take out the trash” before fighting some Hand ninja.
Three years of build-up for a corny one-liner, I’d die of happiness.
Also, if someone’s going to say the shitty pun, it’d most likely be Danny. Like, I can see Danny saying, “Let’s go take out the trash”, followed up by Luke saying, “Sweet Christmas, Danny,” followed up by Jessica rolling her eyes and Matt snickering. Then Danny, Luke and Jess look at Matt because he hasn’t cracked a smile since the miniseries started and Matt just says, “What? It was funny, don’t judge me.”
AAAAAND we’re back, lovelies! As usual, if you’d like to be added to my master taglist, shoot me a message and I’ll stick you onto the next one!
It feels wrong for some reason not telling Castiel that Claire shows up on their case in Wisconsin, but he’s been swallowing that bullshit about “giving people space” for months now and he’s trying to do right by her at least. Let her make her own choices. Besides, it’s kind of nice having her tag along. She’s a pretty cool kid.
He should have called the minute he figured out what Mick was up to. He knows he should have. But it all happens so fast with the bite and the cure and he’s too busy blaming everyone in that room for what’s happening to his - to Claire. His hand, his hand shoved that poisonous needle into Claire’s skin, he as good as killed her himself. “I need some air.” He yanks on the doorknob like he wants to rip Mick’s head off his body and and steps out into the cold night air.
For a minute all he can do is stand on the threshold, chest heaving. He’s frozen to the front step, a terrible ringing in his ears.
And then he hears another high-pitched, agonized scream. It scares him into moving.
Finally finished watching Iron Fist. I will now say stuff about it.
- Firstly, I really disliked Danny from the start. But now I just dislike him mildly. Like, once you accept that this is somebody that was totally abandoned at 10 by family & grew up in isolation in a monastery getting beat up & taught to be a weapon, you can see why he does a lot of the annoying stuff he does.
- Finn Jones isn’t a horrible actor so the character kind of grows on you.
- About the whitewashing issue, dare I say that given how dumb Danny is throughout most of the series, Asian people dodged a bullet there? Like seriously, Asians deserve better characterisation.
- CLAIRE TEMPLE IS AN ACTUAL BADASS & ANGEL & I STRIVE TO BE AS RESOURCEFUL AS HER.
- Also I am so pumped that she has decided to adopt “Sweet Christmas” as a part of her general vernacular.
- Colleen is complex & simple and she’s not my absolute favourite but I still really like her. Like, I needed her to be a part of The Hand, that plotline was awesome.
- Speaking of, I really hate Bakuto but I also NEED more of him.
- And Gao…I don’t even know what to say. Old female POC who is badass & has & is gonna outlive everybody? Best thing Marvel has ever done tbh.
- I want to strangle Davos but also like only person closest to my ethnicity in the series & has better fight scenes than the main protagonist?!! Ha!
- Harold Meachum is the scum of the earth (but THAT WAS FARAMIR AND I CAN’T EVEN).
- Joy Meachum. So. Fucking. Brilliant. I just knew the moment I saw her in the first episode that this was gonna be her villain origin story. It breaks my heart but it also makes me want another season of this show.
- Ward. Meachum.
- I love Ward Meachum.
- Like, LOVE HIM.
- I am so sorry I judged you in episode 1, Ward.
- WARD MEACHUM IS THE BEST THING ABOUT THIS SHOW.
- Like, Ward’s characterisation is not perfect but it is the closest thing to it. Most engaging character on the show.
- Tom Pelphrey is beautiful & he is terrifying and heart breaking as Ward Meachum.
- I love all the Netflix Marvel series & they have so many wonderful supporting characters. But Ward Meachum is second only to Claire.
- Ward Meachum deserves his own show. Preferably one where he is on vacation, his bank account has money & his dad stays dead.
She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.
“Let’s go bed.”
Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.
She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.
How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.
And the flames went higher…
Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.
After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.
“I’m here, Sorcha.”
He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.
He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.
Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.
That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.
Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.
She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”
“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.
He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.
Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.
“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”
“Oh Jamie, my love.”
Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.
Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.
After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.