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Why DaveKat is Narratively Important

Let’s talk about DaveKat because I have nothing better to do!!
So, whether or not you personally ship or agree with davekat, this is just going to be about how, from a narrative standpoint, it is 100% vital to both Dave’s and Karkat’s storylines and personal character arcs, let’s start with:

Knight Class- So, bit of class/aspect analysis because the fact they both Dave and Karkat are both Knights is absolutely VITAL to their character development and their connection to each other. Something Kanaya said, that classpects are not necessarily chosen to suit the strengths of each player but rather to challenge them in a way that is most beneficial to their personal growth? That is completely correct, Dave and Karkat being some of the best examples in the comic. The aspects are the elements which the game, and therefore the universe(s) are made of - literally. Like, these are the constructs out of which the world exists, the building blocks so to speak. However, they also represent more metaphorical concepts, Life=Optimism, Hope=Belief, Heart=Soul, so on and so forth etc. So paired with the Knight class, the active pairing of Maid class, we have to examine how exactly the aspect *applies*. Obviously, being active, the Knight class is self serving (more on active vs passive or knight vs maid specifically if y'all hmu with some asks I’d be happy to explain more in depth), there’s also a metric shitload of symbolism involved in the name. I’ve been reading this comic for almost five years and the sheer amount of symbolism never ceases to amaze me, but the absolutely loaded amount of metaphorical value behind this class has to be in my top 5. The classic “knight” iteration, sword and shield type of deal, is instrumental in the interpretation of how Dave and Karkat wield their abilities and grow as characters. The weapon is obviously the way in which they wield their aspects, but the shield is so much more interesting: it’s their PERSONA. Part of the blatant parallels between Dave and Karkat’s story arcs is how they allow others to perceive them in regard to their own internal struggles, they both put up a persona to protect themselves. For Dave it’s his “coolkid” facade, he doesn’t let others see his emotions, feelings, or motivations because he’s so wrapped up in this delusion of irony and toxic masculinity that he feels it would be a weakness to show himself for what he is, one that could very possibly (at the hands of Bro) get him severely injured at best, dead at worst if he fears for his life which is a distinct possibility. Karkat suffers in a similar way, his persona is this image of the overly aggressive, “shouty/angry” guy, he’s loud and obnoxious because he’s trying to keep people at arms length, similar to how Dave doesn’t let anyone in. Karkat also has similar motivations behind this persona, because of his blood color he knows he will be in immediate danger if people get too close, look to closely, care too much, so if he can shout and seem just as bloodthirsty and aggressive as other trolls, he can both keep them away and keep himself free of suspicion. So, they have their shields, their personas, this is how they protect themselves from the world. Let’s talk about their weapons.

Aspects- As I mentioned above, aspects are the literal elements that make up the world, but also have a more metaphorical meaning. In the same way that Heart=Soul, Dave’s aspect Time is not only literally representative of time, but metaphorically representative of PROGRESSION. Karkat’s aspect of blood is therefore, while literally blood (possibly a reference to his mutation), also more symbolically representative of UNITY. Now, let’s see how those apply to each players personal struggle, because remember that’s the key here, how their classpects tie in to their character arcs. Dave is troubled by his aspect at multiple points throughout the storyline, severely disturbed by dead Dave’s and essentially haunted by the multiple loops he has running, in what is a single day to his fellow beta players likely feels like *weeks* for him, he’s not progressing in the game, he’s running all these loops and doing so much and yet he’s not really going anywhere. He’s like a broken record, if you will. Dave doesn’t see himself as a hero, broken sword symbolism aside because I cannot get into that rn lmao that’s way too loaded and this is long enough, Dave *can’t* see himself as a hero because in his mind, Bro was a hero, and he will never live up to it, so why bother. Easier to just run his loops and do whatever Terezi says because she’s probably right and anyways it’s just easier to do something menial and meaningless that doesn’t move anything forward because he would probably fuck it up anyways, right? Dave is so stuck in the past, haunted by his loops, haunted by the legacy of his Bro, haunted by dead Daves, he is terrified (whether consciously or subconsciously) of moving forward, of Progression. Alternatively, Karkat’s aspect of Blood, or UNITY trips him up in similar ways. Karkat’s relationships are…complicated. It’s been *headcanoned* that he comes across as pale towards most of his friends, because despite how hard he tries to act loud and aggressive, he’s a big softie who cares way too goddamn much about everything. Terezi also represents his biggest struggle with Unity and relationships, he “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool”, and she played along for a while to see if he would settle in any one quadrant, but when he never did she moved on. This is a huge blow to Karkat’s self-esteem, he thought he was being so suave and smooth just like his romance novels and movies, but really he was pushing her away either knowingly or unknowingly. On the topic of his romance novels, his obsession with relationships also shows him trying to compensate (more on this in a sec) for his lack of capability in the area, as if he’s studying them to get a better understanding of how relationships should work because he really has no idea. In his very first conversation with Sollux that we see, he ends by affirming that he hasn’t gone too far right? They’re still friends? Because underneath his loud, obnoxious persona, he’s just acting the way he thinks he’s supposed to in this hyper-aggressive society. Sound familiar? It’s because Dave is doing the same thing. They’re both using their personas to survive, to appear the way they think they should to other people, because when it comes to their aspects, they’re fucking terrified and don’t have a clue as to what they’re really doing.

Storyline Parallels- So, I’ve seen a lot of good analysis of this and I doubt any of what I’m saying will be news to any of you, but I’m gonna put it in my own words as best I can bc this shit is imperative to understanding why DaveKat works so perfectly in the narrative. Dave is obviously working an uphill battle the entire story to overcome the hyper-masculinity (see also: toxic) that his Bro has ingrained in his psyche for 13 years. Not the least of which is some deeply rooted homophobia. Dave fronts constantly, accusing others of being gay, accusing *Karkat* of being gay pretty amusingly. Obviously he pokes at this in other people because he’s so insecure about it in himself, he struggles heavily with his sexuality the way so many pre-teens do, only he’s fighting against a decades worth of anti-gay propaganda basically so there’s no room for him to search within himself too deeply without feeling deeply uncomfortable because obviously that’s Wrong and Bad and that’s not how society works in his world. Similarly, Karkat struggles with the quadrants which is practically unheard of on Alternia. It’s such a clear parallel to human homophobia that like. I’m left speechless when I think about it honestly. Their struggles are so overwhelmingly similar and parallel to each other sometimes I just have to stop and appreciate it. But back on topic, his whole life, Karkat has grown up with this over idealized concept of romance, the quadrants, and he obviously knows something is wrong with himself from an early age. Karkat’s obsession with romance novels is no coincidence, he’s clearly always felt off when it comes to that and so he most likely reached out to these novels and movies to get a better grasp of the quadrants, consuming what was essentially romantic propaganda to overcompensate. The problem is, in studying these works, he latched onto the wrong thing which is so funny to me. He’s reading these trying to understand, to make himself fit into this system because that’s what society is like *cough* heteronormativity *cough* and yet he latched onto quadrant vacillation like it’s the holy fucking grail of romance. Like oh, okay, this is normal? Obviously people do this, as long as they switch within the bounds of the system it’s Okay™ and even romantic in some occasions. Only, this is fiction he’s reading and if you try to apply the logic of romance novels to real life…well, we all know what happened with Terezi. He was constantly pushing the boundaries of vacillation, he was red for her, he wanted to act black on occasion, he cares so much about everyone it’s impossible for him not to be pale, and we see him (though I doubt he realizes he’s doing it) trying to auspistice for her and Gamzee in the pre-retcon timeline by staging a sort of intervention. He “wanted her in every quadrant like a desperate fool” and I don’t understand how people put Karkat into the quadrant system!!! That line is so IMPORTANT, not even taking into account that we know his dancestor, who shared his blood mutation which may have had something to do with his irregularities, loved the Disciple “beyond the quadrants”. It’s. So. Obvious. Karkat is overcoming the stigma of wanting to love beyond the quadrants in the same way that Dave is struggling to overcome the loaded idea behind being Not Straight. They’re both overcoming these extremely similar prospects and it’s an absolutely stunning feat of narrative that as an English major it makes me fucking weak in the goddamn knees like Hussie is a lot of things but this? This is fucking genius. I’ve never seen two characters written together in such an in depth and parallel way before.

Opposites Attract- So we’ve talked about their similarities, let’s talk about their differences and how those differences are also actually poorly disguised similarities. Karkat is obviously a Loud Boy, thats his coping mechanism. He keeps people out and away by being loud and aggressive. Dave needs to cope for similar reasons, to protect himself he needs to keep people out and away but he does it in just the opposite way, he gets quiet. He doesn’t talk about his shit. Sure, he’ll go on the rambling metaphor when the occasion calls, but although he’s always talking he’s never really saying anything. Karkat is an almost compulsive over sharer, like, the boy (bless his heart) has zero filter. Dave will talk your ear off just as well, but I’ll be fuckin damned if he says anything worthwhile outright (his many, many Freudian slips aside). It’s also interesting to note that while I’ve seen people talk about how part of the reason Karkat doesn’t fit into Alternian society is that he’s so human, as its stated in the narrative that after seeing this soft species, that shares his blood color and stupid, stupid compassion, even *Vriska* admits that Karkat seems to fit in better with them than he ever did with trolls, we don’t see the same for Dave? I’ve rarely, if ever, seen the situation flipped, in that Dave was more suited for Alternian society the same way Karkat was more human than troll or at least had severely human aspects. Obviously Dave’s romance is still very human in that he’s a big ol’ fan of monogamy (he and Karkat both faced problems in their relationships with Terezi romantically when she became involved in other quadrants, these boys love monogamy I’ll fight), but his upbringing? Yikes. Lusii are supposed to, while still protecting their trolls, prepare them for the harsh and violent world. Whether they had to kill other trolls and Lusii to feed them, or learn how to fight to fend off other trolls on their own, there was a shit ton of fighting in their pre-pubescent years. Trolls are a hyper aggressive, violent species that learn to fight basically as soon as they can walk, which is exactly what Bro did to Dave. Dave could fight practically from the second he crawled off the meteor, I doubt a day went by without a sword in his hand for some reason and god knows he suffered through enough strifes. Both boys were brought up just thoroughly *wrong* for their societies in a way that ensured they would never feel like they truly fit in.

Finally, Romance- In the final culmination of all this, let’s actually talk about how they work together as a couple. So, they have this overwhelmingly similar upbringing and life experience, what happens when they finally meet up? Dave thinks it’s hilarious that Karkat is always yelling, “get a load of this guy I was telling you about, Rose”, and while I have no doubt he thought Karkat’s shitfits were the funniest thing since Colonel Sassacre, there had to be a part of him that was just in awe of how someone could be so free with their emotions. Like, he’s angry? And you know it the second he walks into a room?? This is an entirely new concept to Dave, my son, who grew up with an insanely passive-aggressive psychopath who would sneak up on him and fight him with a crazy fucking puppet like what the fuck?? Dave has always had to be on edge at home, Bro was quiet so you never knew when he was upset and you never knew when he was coming for you. With Karkat, that’s such a non-issue it’s like the issue dined and dashed, no bill and no tip, vanished into the wind. You can hear Karkat stomping down the hall five minutes before he even gets into the room, and once he gets there oh boy he will Let You Know What The Problem Is. Why is Dave always provoking Karkat? Literally just to hear him yell because it’s so goddamn refreshing to know exactly with 100% certainty what someone is thinking, no irony, no bullshit, just genuine fucking refreshing annoyance. And for Karkat, well here’s the guy he’s always wanted to be, right? Cool and suave, the romcom hero who could smooth talk the paint off a wall. Only, Dave isn’t actually cool in the way he pretends to be, he’s not this smooth suave hero, he’s not even just a hero. He can’t be. He’s just…a kid. A kid like Karkat who has issues like Karkat and talks just as much when he’s nervous as Karkat and he’s relatable even though he’s trying not to be. He’s trying so hard to be what society wants from him he wants to be the tough guy with the sword but he’s just so not and that’s so refreshing! Karkat realizes he’s not the only one who’s trying to live up to some buttfuck impossiblestandards and he realizes…that’s okay. He doesn’t have to be anything he’s not. And they figure that out together.

So pardon me if I don’t understand how you can put Dave with John, or Jade, because they don’t fit. The narrative literally doesn’t benefit in any way for them to fit, and if it’s your personal preference then by all means go for it who am I to stop you, but there is no benefit to them being together. They will not grow from it, John is explicitly someone who doesn’t seem to focus or care much about romance even? And Jade has no concept of anything Dave has gone through, she couldn’t even begin to understand. Same with Terezi and Karkat, or Gamzee and Karkat or John and Karkat or whatever, Terezi likes quadrants. They make sense to her and she enjoys them, Karkat cannot bring himself to deal with with that and they’re so much happier as just friends. I’m not even getting into Gamzee, I’m not even gonna dip my toe into that discourse because everyone likes different characters for different reasons and I won’t begrudge you of that so I’m just gonna stay away. So again, if you ship those then that’s fine! Go for it! This is just an analysis of why the narrative, in my personal perspective, supports DaveKat and why I personally think they are good and healthy for each other and help each other grow as people.

Let me tell you what it’s been like being asexual.

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When you’re twelve or so, and in a classroom full of tittering preteens, you finally get an explanation of what this ‘sex’ stuff actually is.  At last, the elusive knowledge of where babies come from!  But that’s also when you start to think about your sexual future.  Will you do this sex stuff one day?  It sounded like you wouldn’t have a choice—it was presented as something that everyone does.

Since your classroom happens to be in a building attached to a Church, you only learn about heterosexual sex that day, and the only real teaching apart from what it is is that you aren’t supposed to do it until you’re married.

Okay, you think, because you are twelve, and you ardently do not care.

-

When you’re thirteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl tells a joke.  “What do you call a girl who doesn’t masturbate?”

“I don’t know.”

“A liar.”

And the people around you laugh, but you don’t, because now you wonder what it is that you missed.  You didn’t get the joke.

-

When you’re fourteen or so, and among friends, a boy talks about what he did in the restroom with a girl.  You listen because you’re a little curious.  But others are awed.

You disapprove, because you’re in eighth grade for crying out loud, why would you do something so stupidly risky?  Was it really so fun to be worth it?

You tell yourself that they’re just stupid, but then you wonder why your friends seem so fascinated by this boy’s vaguely uncomfortable descriptions.

-

When you’re fifteen or so, you start high school, and the social signs are telling you the time has arrived to join the dating scene.  You’ve got better things to do, but when a boy surprises you with a clumsy but well-intended text asking you out, you give it consideration.  You don’t really know this kid, but you’re curious about dating and don’t want to be that forever alone person.  You accept.

You don’t hate dating, but it doesn’t really do much for you.  After a little while, you’ve more or less forgotten that there’s someone you call your boyfriend.  When someone makes a passing remark about your presumed sexual relations, you are shocked by the wave of revulsion that smacks into you at the very suggestion.  Never in a million years, you think vehemently, and then you marvel at how you managed to ‘date’ the same person for four months without the thought of sex with them ever crossing your mind.

He tries to kiss you.  You don’t want to.  You know this isn’t going to work out.  You break it off.

You feel relieved and liberated.

-

When you’re sixteen or so, you’re happily single.  You love your friends dearly, your best friend most of all.  You love her far more than you ever…well, you never really loved your ex.  You wonder if you might be gay for her, but you don’t want to kiss her or anything, just squish her in a big hug on a daily basis to let her know you love her and put a smile on her face.

You have a fleeting crush on a boy.  You get over it, thankful it never amounted to anything, because what were you thinking ew!  Then you have another one, similar but different, and thank goodness that never happened either because it would have been so awkward.  You start to wonder if you’re just not cut out for dating, or maybe you’re gay.  You don’t know how to feel about that.  It’d be so much simpler and easier if you were just normal.

-

When you’re seventeen or so, you make a new friend, a really pleasant guy.  You are just friends, and that is perfect.  It lasts about five months, and then one of your friends pulls him aside and hints heavily that he ought to ask you out.

He does.  You have no compunctions about saying yes, because you like him a lot, and he’s taking you to see the new Hobbit movie even though he’s not a fan and he had to watch twelve hours of movies in preparation for this date so that he’d be able to understand your interest.

You have a great time, and so does he.

About a month later, he kisses you.  It was your first kiss, exciting for the seventeen years of buildup and pleasant for having happened on acceptable terms with a more-than-acceptable person.

In the following months, neither of you brings up the topic of sex.  After all, you’re both to be found in the pews on Sunday mornings.  That’s fine by you.  More than fine, actually.  The idea of sex frightens you, which you attribute to your inexperience.  You would only ever consider attempting it with someone you really trusted, on level with a spouse.

-

When you’re eighteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl cuddles casually with you as you talk in the hushed tones reserved for the hours after midnight.  She laments the lack of available girls at your school.

You mention that you would date a girl.  You instantly have everyone’s attention.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” your cuddle-buddy asks.

You say again that you’d date a girl.  Not now, of course, because you have a boyfriend, but yeah, you’d have no problem with it.  You probably wouldn’t sleep with a girl, but then you really don’t like the idea of sleeping with a boy either.  So you don’t really care about the configuration of genitals you don’t intend to see.  You just want the company of some lovely dork who will marathon Lord of the Rings with you and frequent the city’s best ice cream parlors.

Because your cuddle-buddy is a member of the queer community, she’s much more informed about sexualities and designations and spectrums than you are.  She suggests “panromantic asexual” and you understand both of those terms.  You’d seen them before, but never really thought you qualified.  Hearing her say it makes it somehow more concrete.

You accept that you are panromantic asexual.  You feel so light now that a couple of your closest friends know and accept you as you are.

You tell your mom a little while later on a whim.  You regret it because she doesn’t even bother listening to you and doesn’t respect your trust.  You hear her the next day telling your sister about how you said you might be a lesbian, and you’re so frustrated with her you want to hit something.

You decide not to tell anyone else.  Your dad is pretty homophobic—actually, that’d be most of the adults in your family—and you have no idea how your boyfriend would take it.  Your peers might not be welcoming or understanding—you just don’t know.  You realize that you are sort of in a closet.

You start a blog on Tumblr and blog about your problems #ace #asexual #lgbtqa

You spend way too much time on the internet, looking for the magical solution for coming out to the rest of your loved ones.  But since you don’t actually have any intention of coming out in the near future, you know you’re wasting your time.

Somehow your disinterest in sex has moved to occupy the forefront of your mind, not because it requires lots of attention in order to comprehend, but because it makes you different, and that is distracting.

One day, while you’re reading fanfiction, you come across an explicitly asexual character, and you realize that this is a first.  You cannot think of a single time in your entire life up to this point when you had seen an explicitly asexual character, and that surprises you.  Then it bothers you.  Maybe you could have avoided a couple years of uncertainty and anxiety if you had been able to identify in yourself the familiar characteristics of another asexual.

You realize you don’t know anyone else in your life who’s asexual.

That’s a sobering, isolating realization.

-

When you’re nineteen or so, you presumably go to college.  You start trying to navigate life with some semblance of independence.  You probably feel a little more secure in how you identify yourself.  You might even be all the way out of the closet.

Or at least that’s what eighteen-year-old you hopes.

jealous | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 28- “shut up, just shut up!”

a/n: this is work of my newest lil bean co-owner davina!! please leave a warm message in our ask box or down below so she knows you guys are loving her work!! leave request my babies!!

it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.

we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.

because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.

it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.

“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.

“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.

“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.

“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter. I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.

“So? What is so important, Mantle?”

“Look" he sighed

“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”

“The football match?“ he nodded. 

“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”

“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted

“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”

he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered

I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.

“Fine.” I sighed

‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.

I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.

“Y/N?”

unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me

I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.

“You are not going to that match, right?”

“I am, actually.”

Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.

“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.

I shook my head “No, I do not.”

That was a terrible mistake.

It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.

i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.

“Veronica?” I gasped.

“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.

the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me

“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.” Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.

“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.

“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.

I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.

Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.

“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.

“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand

“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”

“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky. On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.

“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.

“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.

“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.

“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"  He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.

Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.

“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.  I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.

I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy. I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.

Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :) 

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It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.

“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”

“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll see.”

“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”

“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”  

Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards Andrew in a silent question.

“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.

“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let the chaos begin and may the best person win.”

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anonymous asked:

hey there, i was wondering what your thoughts on Sofia Coppola's The Beguiled getting rid of the one black character from the original? i kinda have mixed feelings about it. sofia never has POC in her films anyway and having the only WOC in The Beguiled be a slave is messed up, but i still feel like maybe there should be POC there. i'm still excited for the film but i wish she was subverting a little more of what the book/1971 film had already done, maybe by having the black character do more.

Hey!

My feelings are very similar to yours.

Coppola briefly addressed the issue in one of her Cannes interviews for the movie saying that slavery was so important that she would rather cut the character out than handle it in a half-assed way. That isn’t something I find to be a really satisfactory answer. I feel like if she knew more black women or had collaborated with a black woman writer or if in an alternate universe a black woman was directing that this person would have been able to expand on the character in a subtle way that neither made her a racist stereotype nor reduced her to a walking lesson on how slavery is bad. 

Coppola gets a lot of (imo justly deserved) criticism for her movies being all about white blonde girls. I used to find that aspect of her casting annoying but after seeing The Bling Ring I changed my mind. The Bling Ring was based on a real life group of teens most of whom were Asian or hispanic. In Coppola’s movie she focused on the white characters and the only poc was the ring leader, who was of Asian descent, who was reduced to a co-lead. So after that I realized this is just who she is. She’s going to keep making beautiful movies but they’ll always be about white people.

And let’s get real here: even if she had expanded the point of view of the black character in The Beguiled it still would just be a subplot in a story that is ultimately about white people. Even if she decided that all the projects she’d make for the rest of her life were going to be centered around poc they would still ultimately be about poc as interpreted by a white woman. Which points to the bigger issue at hand here: the reason things like this hurt so much is because there is an industry wide racism problem and women of colour have so much trouble getting projects made and then getting the critical/financial support they need to continue. 

So I have no problem with anyone seeing The Beguiled but I really hope people who are disappointed by the whiteness of her movies go and seek out the work of women of colour. If anyone wants suggestions they can always hit up my inbox! Giving a special shout out here to the TV show Queen Sugar. Ava DuVernay produced and a big selling point was that she hired an all-women directorial team for both seasons of the show. But something that was not talked about but which is also so important was that almost every director she hired was a woman of colour. Off the top of my head she hired Victoria Mahoney, So Yong Kim, Aurora Guerrero, Julie Dash, Cheryl Dunye: feature film directors who have at least one or more movies! So familiarize yourself with their names and their work! And go see The Beguiled if you’re interested in it and drop me a line letting me know what you think. 

dramaticanexit  asked:

Hi, I'm working on a historical fiction set during WW2, and at one point I'll be reaching an assassination (it's a hypothetical book, though, in real life, he died 8 days later). Do you have any ideas on how to keep people feel tense?

Thanks for your question :)  I love historical fiction, so I’m really excited for you and your story!


Creating and Maintaining Tension

Tension in fiction is a vital part of keeping your page-turner… page-turning.  The only reason your reader still has the book open is in the anticipation of something happening – and when you heighten your level of tension, this anticipation is increased.  It’s like the electricity that keeps a movie projector running.  If it runs out, your story is cut off before the audience even finishes.

While there should always be some level of tension and conflict running in your story, there are instances (e.g. your assassination plot) that require extra intensity.  There are many popular methods of creating tension, some of which you’ll recognize as commonly used in episodic TV to make sure viewers keep up with each episode of a show.  Here are some of my favorites…


1. Foreshadowing

The beauty of tension lies in the moments before the Major Event takes place – so when you’ve got an assassination coming, place your first focus on the chapters leading up to it.  Foreshadowing is a powerful tool as long as it is used sparingly, and gently.  It should not be too obvious – e.g. “I fear something terrible will happen tomorrow,” “It felt as if it were the last time I would ever see him again,” and alike.  This sort of foreshadowing can feel forced; rather than creating tension, it diminishes it.

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There is a kind of foreshadowing that I prefer, though.  I think of it as reverse-foreshadowing, because rather than a character/narrator hinting at bad things coming, there is an expectation of good things.  For example:

Imagine a scene between a man and his daughter, who have been estranged for many years.  The man is terminally ill, but he and his daughter have the first happy evening together in a long time.  Unbeknownst to them, the father will die in the next chapter.  You could foreshadow this by eluding to the fact that while they’re both having a good time, they know that this may be their last night together.  OR you could have the father begin to believe that he could fix his relationship with the daughter – to think that he might have enough time to change his ways.  In saying this, you create stakes; you create a reason to hope that the man won’t die, yet also the fear that he won’t have the time he needs.  This can prove more effective than the first idea.


2. Repetition

Another method of increasing tension involves the repetition of key words, mirrored situations, or other motifs related to the Major Event coming.  An example of key-word repetition would be to take a specific term (e.g. “Hail Hydra”) and use it in many instances throughout the story, so that when the reader lays eyes on the word/s, there is a familiar sense of fear.  Mirrored situations could work on your characters’ or reader’s superstitions or fears (e.g. the narrator taking note of a certain look in the eyes of their violent mother, and then, years later, recognizing the look in her boyfriend’s eyes one night).  Using strong imagery in repetition can provide intensity in a powerful way.

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3. Withheld Information

This one is my favorite, because it works in so many different areas of the story.  One surefire way to create tension = reveal as little as possible, as slowly as possible.  Give your characters one strong hook, one reason to hang on, and keep everything else close to your chest.  Specifically:

Don’t reveal your villain’s plans – just reveal that they have plans, and that they may be related to the person you wind up killing off.  As long as they know something is going to happen, they’ll stick it out to see just what it is.

Don’t let the events transpire all at once.  When you know you’ve got readers hooked, switch over to another plot/situation.  Milk it as long as you can; make them wait for the Big Thing while entertaining them with other Little Things.  It’ll frustrate the hell out of them, and they’ll love it anyway.

Don’t end chapters at their natural ending.  Instead, cut things off in the middle!  Tease readers with uncertainty.  In reality, people don’t know what’s going to happen next – that’s why reality can be much more frightening and intense than fiction.  Life isn’t easy to predict because it doesn’t always reach resolution when we want it to.  Channel that into your writing and the idea of an assassination becomes much more effective.

Originally posted by reginaa-phalange


Those are just to name a few, and I actually have a lot more to say on this topic, so I might make another post later on.  I hope this helped!  If you have any further questions, be sure to hit me up :)  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

lostinafictionaluniverse  asked:

I have this mighty need to see my headcanon realized of Juggie in a Serpent jacket riding a bike with Betty in hot pants behind him and I need Betty to be doing naughty things to him while he's trying hard not to crash into something or stop and take her right there - please, please, please with cherries on top, just thinking about it is making me combust, I'm sure your writing will destroy me (in a good way)

First of all this is not a safe way to ride a motorcycle, kids. They were wearing helmets in the first draft of this but this is fiction and there’s nothing sexy about a helmet, especially one that obstructs mouths. So yeah, willing suspension of disbelief and all that. Oh, also the move that Betty pulls here is inspired by a scene in Grease 2 which, while a terrible movie, is pretty great.
And shout out to the gals on the Bughead group chat for pointing out that there was a lack of, um, reciprocation from Betty in the fics that they’d read - Juggie deserves a little attention too so that’s what you’re getting.
Warning: Bughead smut is literally all that awaits you below. Slight au I guess because everything is good with Serpent!Juggie.


“Don’t you think that’s a little impractical to be wearing on the back of a motorcycle?” Jughead smirked, leaning against the bike as he watched Betty emerge from behind her front door. She smiled sweetly, mischief flitting across her green eyes before he could catch it, grey low-tops bounding down the Cooper’s porch steps.

Her hair fell about her face in free, golden waves, shoulders covered in a dark denim jacket, and loose fitting white shirt underneath. But what he couldn’t tear his eyes away from was the flowing, crimson skirt billowing around her thighs as she moved - more specifically the length of it, or lack thereof.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, widening her eyes in false innocence as she reached him, fingers coming up to play with the zipper on his Serpent’s jacket. His hands crept down her sides, pulling her closer by the backs of her smooth, tanned thighs as the pads of his fingers came to rest there, drifting over the skin with light, teasing brushes. She shivered in his embrace, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Jughead followed the dusty blush that made it’s way over her cheeks, down her neck, across her chest, with eager eyes, fingers digging tighter into her skin. “It seems just right to me.”

It seemed that he’d gotten playful Betty today; a welcome gift, he thought as he leant forwards to capture her lips in a languid kiss. The laziness of the movement matched the pace of their summer days, spent wrapped around one another without rush or obligation as they explored the town that had become something entirely new over the past few months. Their skin was permanently warm and flushed with the high sun, eyes glazed and distant as they got high on the taste of each other’s lips, on a new found freedom.

Betty’s fingers roamed over Jughead’s back, nails clutching at the snake embroidered across his broad shoulder blades. It would never be entirely welcome, but it had become familiar. Betty couldn’t deny the shift she’d seen in her boyfriend’s demeanour - the purposeful way he walked, the lightness in his shoulders, the bags beneath his eyes lessening in their depth over time. He felt protected for the first time in years, and try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to resent it.

“Your mom is gonna see us,” Jughead murmured against her lips as he pulled back an inch, running his tongue teasingly across her swollen mouth. A sigh escaped her, eyelids fluttering open to stare at his amused features.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she shrugged, completely unconcerned with anything other than the feeling of his hands inching higher. She locked her arms around his neck, to steady herself if nothing more. “Where are we going today?” she asked, forehead coming to rest against his, dark curls tickling her cheek.

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled at her eye roll.

“You always say that,” she chastised, pushing out her lower lip in an adorable pout. He couldn’t resist pulling it between his teeth, breathing in her gasp.

“Maybe I enjoy surprising you,” he replied as Betty blushed, body rolling into his. “Come on.” He stood, catching her as she stumbled back a few unsteady steps, pressing his lips together to suppress a laugh. She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he relished the reactions her body had because of his touch. But she’d learnt that two could most definitely play at that game.

Jughead held out his hand to her from where he already sat, perched on the edge of the seat. She took it, eyes locking purposefully with his as she strode closer before swinging her leg over the vehicle. Her arms wound round his waist, fisting in the light material of his t-shirt, bare knees clenching on either side of his hips. Betty shuffled forwards, making sure there was not an inch of space between his back and her front. Jughead raised an eyebrow even though she wouldn’t see, tilting his head over his shoulder minutely.

“Comfortable, Betts?” he asked, amused by her antics. She squirmed once more, chest pushing purposefully between his shoulders.

“Good to go,” she replied casually. He grinned, shaking his head briefly before revving the engine and speeding down the street.

The uncertainty of the bike had terrified Betty at first, knuckles turning as white as her face as she clung to Jughead for dear life during their journeys. But it had been weeks, months even, since they’d begun these private excursions, and Betty now felt nothing but freedom as the wind whipped across her exposed skin.

She peered round them excitedly as they headed towards the town’s border, signs of suburban life becoming more and more distant as they flew past. The land flattened out, filling with flowers instead of picket fences as they raced closer to their destination. She knew how much Jughead loved to ride, that it gave him control like nothing else he’d experienced. The vehicle responded to his every touch, to every small tilt and dip of his body - he played it like a master. As much as Betty liked to see Jughead in control, she also liked to see him relinquish it.

The open road made her feel as if they were the only two left in the world as she flattened her palms against his stomach, hair whipping behind her. She bit her lip coyly as she felt the muscles there flex beneath her wandering fingertips, drawing small circles over the fabric. She could feel his voice vibrate through his body as he no doubt called her name in question, but she couldn’t hear him over the whirring of the engine and the wind in her ears. The sensation went straight to fuel the growing warmth between her thighs, making her tilt her hips in an effort to find some friction against the rough denim of his jeans.

Her hands crept lower, flushed cheeks hidden against his shoulder, pushing the material out of the way to drag her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, so much more pronounced than anyone but her knew. Her fingers danced across the lean expanse before moving to brush down the sparse trail of dark hair disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. A shudder coursed through his body, Betty grinning as she stretched to look over his shoulder, relishing in the way he was white-knuckling the handlebars. He was clinging to composure, every slip feeding her desire to push him further to towards the edge. The tips of her fingers dipped below his belt, their path swerving slightly with the movement, before she withdrew her hand, resting in on the inside of his thigh instead.

Her leg came up, wrapping it over his lap and letting her heel push against the inside seam of his pants. Jughead could feel her heart pounding in a frenzied rhythm against his back, out of time with his own but just as forceful. He was certain he could feel every drop of blood flowing through his veins, flooding southwards, as she delicately massaged his inner thigh, nails catching on the seam now and then, sneaking higher and higher with every motion, still too far from where he needed her. He was hard before he’d even had time to blink, the lack of cover around them sending appreciative tingles throughout his entire body as she dared to take them further. He shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his legs. His movements caused her legs to tighten round him, hips rolling forwards as a rush of wetness soaked her panties. Jughead felt her hum around a moan, the feeling only causing his member to strain uncomfortably against the suffocating zipper of his pants.

She brushed the bulge, finally, with the briefest of touches. Jughead couldn’t stop his hips from bucking into her hand, aching for something to release the tension. The bike wobbled precariously as the heel of her palm was suddenly giving him everything he needed. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to refocus on the tarmac stretching before them. He was completely at her mercy, coil tightening in the pit of his stomach as she worked her hands across his lap. Jughead could feel the desperation rising, wanting to push closer, pull away, remove the the thick layers of fabric between his skin and hers, all at once. His legs were quivering in anticipation, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried to focus on everything but her persistent fingers, dragging him towards release.

Jughead started as he felt her head ducking beneath his outstretched arm, lifting it in confusion. Betty gripped his shoulder, anchoring herself to him as she pushed her weight around until she was firmly planted on his lap. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, her dark, lust blown pupils meeting his and finding nothing but want etched there. His reactions had made her bold, forgetting the speed at which the ground was racing past them. She was driven only by the ache pulsating between her dampened thighs, her wanton desire to feel the hardness between Jughead’s legs pressing into her core taking full control of her body.

Betty ducked her head to his neck, brushing along the tight tendons there with her nose before peppering kisses across the smooth skin. She felt the bike swerve once more as she grazed her teeth against his pulse point, licking over the spot with her soft tongue before latching her mouth onto the skin and sucking. She smiled against him as she felt his hard-on twitch beneath her, hips grinding down in automatic response. The groan rolling up his throat vibrated against her lips as she continued her sweet torture, circling relentlessly, picking up speed with every passing second.

Jughead hit a dip in the road, sending Betty bouncing against his lap. He felt her moan against him, hot breath fanning over the saliva she’d left along with another mark, a purple bruise for him to run his fingers over in absent memory in the rare moments she wasn’t with him. The action had her thrusting wildly, unable to control the rocking of her hips through the adrenaline. Jughead caught sight of a turn up ahead, making the quick decision to swerve off course before the inevitable spring snapped and he released a sticky mess in his boxers that would make the rest of the day far less pleasant than this.

“Jug, what-” Betty pulled away from him to glance round at the sudden change in direction. They were on a secluded side road, nothing but dirt tracks and the shade of nearby trees.

“That wasn’t fair, Betts,” he growled, as he parked, kicking up the stand and planting his feet firmly on the floor. She shivered at the gravel in his voice, eyes dark as he gripped her thighs, pulling her against him. She let out a soft mewl, loud in the relative silence surrounding them. “It was stupid, dangerous even,” he murmured into the elegant slope of her neck as she tilted her head to expose more of her skin to him.

“I appear to be getting a taste for danger,” she whined, back hitting the handlebars as Jughead anchored her firmly, one arm winding round her waist. She watched, enthralled as his hand slipped up her thigh, disappearing beneath the wrinkled fabric. Her breath hitched as his thumb came into contact with the lace of her panties. He dropped his forehead to her collarbone, strangled grunt escaping his lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, fingers pushing the obstructing fabric to the side so he could slip inside of her silken heat. His neglected erection gave a pitiful throb as her walls clenched around the digits, a string of hushed profanities spilling from her lips as he thrust them slowly. He smiled into her neck - he’d been utterly taken aback by the filth that had come from her mouth as they starting exploring the physical side of their relationship more, but that hadn’t stopped it from adding to his ever growing arousal.

“Faster, Juggie,” she breathed, using his shoulders as leverage to propel herself closer, crying out unhindered as his thumb came up to circle her swollen bundle of nerves. She was dripping down his fingers, head thrown back and full lips parted, as she completely let go. He clenched his stomach muscles, enamoured by the sight before him, one that he knew would come back to haunt his dirtiest of dreams for many nights to come. His teeth found the hardened peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and closed round it gently. She tensed, thighs quivering, walls clenching, as she came, his name falling from her mouth around a gasp, hand clutching at his wrist.

Betty pulled his persistent hand out of her underwear when the aftershocks became too much, raising his fingers to her plump lips and encasing them in her hot mouth, sucking gently around a moan. Jughead swore he could see stars. His free hand clutched at her hip as she swirled her tongue around his fingers, pulling every last taste of herself from his skin.

“Betty… if you don’t touch me right now I swear-” he threatened, breaking off as she released his fingers with a wet pop.

“What, Jug? What will you swear?” she asked menacingly, still breathless. Just like that she was gone, cold air rushing to the places her warm body had once occupied.

“Hey!” he began to complain before he felt her demanding hands pull at his shirt, lifting him from his seat only to shove him back against the side. She pressed herself flat against him, leaving a bruising kiss against his lips before moving to whisper in his ear.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she rasped, voice still hoarse from her moans. Jughead’s hips bucked of their own accord, chasing her body as her palms smoothed up the length of his thighs. His eyes flicked across her face, every nerve ending on high alert for her next move. His heart nearly gave out as she dropped to her knees, hands clutching at the soft leather behind him as she unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in quick succession.

Jughead hissed his member sprung free, cold air hitting the heated flesh. Betty ran her hands against the grain of his leg hair, coming up to rest her palms on his protruding hip bones. She leant in, kissing close to his base, her breath causing him to jump at the delicate contact. His whole body was screaming at him to move as he fought all his instincts, desperate to stay still and let Betty keep control.

Gentle fingers circled the base of his dick, pink tongue coming out to wet her lips in anticipation as a sticky liquid beaded at the head. She darted forwards, swiping it away with the tip of her tongue. Jughead choked on air, eyes rolling back into his head, fingers digging into the sponge of the seat so hard he thought he might pierce through. Before he could catch his next breath her full mouth had wrapped around him, sliding down his shaft with ease. His hand shot out, reflexively weaving into her hair, sunlight turning it into a golden waterfall.

Betty hummed as she sucked in her cheeks, pulling back with a delicious slowness. Jughead’s knees felt weak, resting his full weight against the bike as it tipped beneath the strain. He couldn’t feel anything other than the scorching heat around his dick, the tight wetness as she took him back in again and again. Her tongue flattened out, running along the thick vein on the underside. There were too many sensations to focus on at once - the vibrations of her sinful moans, the way she swirled her tongue around the groove under his swollen head, her small hands twisting down the length, the sudden constricting of her throat as his hips thrust upwards against his will.

Betty clutched at his sides, nails leaving tiny indents in his overheated skin. She picked up her speed, Jughead’s hand aiding her in finding a rhythm.

“Fuck, Betts. You have to… I’m gonna…” he forced out between clenched teeth, tugging on her hair in warning. One of her hands slipped to cup his ass, digging into the soft flesh there, holding him against her face. The other dipped lower, palm cradling his balls as they tightened into his body, Jughead fighting his impending release. She sucked in once more, and he felt the barest graze of her teeth against his shaft and that was it.

His mouth dropped open in a silent shout, fingers digging tighter into her hair as he pulsed into her mouth, Betty pulling back slightly to catch it all. He looked down, past his heaving chest, as she let him go with an audible pop, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, lips lifted in a menacing smirk. She leant into him, the brush of her skirt making his overly sensitive dick twitch weakly, placing her throat by his ear as she swallowed with an audible gulp. Jughead groaned, flush on his cheeks deepening to match the scarlet of her skirt. Betty looked at him, letting free an innocent giggle that was completely out of place on her dark, swollen lips, hair mussed from his desperate hands, completing her look of sinful dishevelment.

“Surprise,” she whispered, tucking her lower lip beneath her teeth. Jughead let out an exhausted laugh, casting his eyes skywards as him mind tried to catch up with the events of the afternoon.

“Definitely letting you plan all the surprises from now on,” he mumbled, forehead resting against hers. She grinned, pressing her mouth to his, laughing at the way he scrunched up his nose as he tasted himself on her lips.

“Sounds good to me.”

Baahubali: Fact Vs. Fiction
  • “Prabhas and Rana were not the original choices”

The entire team of Baahubali worked so hard for 5 years on the 2 films, so it’d be great if people didn’t disrespect the actors by recasting their roles. Also for the love of God, kill the rumors that the movie was first offered to Hrithik Roshan or John Abraham or whatever bollywood actor’s diminishing career you’re trying to validate. Here’s proof from Rana himself:

and this is the article that he was referring to:

And here’s a direct quote from Rajamouli from this interview:

“Surprisingly it is quite difficult for people to believe that he was on board even before the script was done. I wanted to make this huge, epic war film for a long time and we didn’t have the script on hand, but somehow I knew that he was my protagonist. I used to tell him…I didn’t have the story so I didn’t have anything to tell him, but I used to tell him the kind of historical kings we had, the characterizations of Rana Prathap, the characterizations of Sivaji, of Sri Krishna Devaraya, of all of the kings of India. And I used to tell him that these are the lines that I’m thinking on and wanted him to play. He loved it, he loved the idea, and when I finally told him the story of Baahubali, and said that I would be needing him for one or one and a half year, he laughed and he said ‘You’re not going to make this in one and a half year, I know it will take more time, let it be two or three years, I’m there for you’ and he gave his dates without committing to any other film”

  • “The VFX was done with hollywood talent”

There were also so rumors that Baahubali utilized the same VFX team that worked on Jurrassic World which was denied by producer, Shobu Yarlagadda. One of the co-founders of Makuta VFX, which previously worked with Rajamouli on Magadheera, Maryada Ramanna, and Eega, stated: “ Most of Baahubali was developed in Hyderabad, home to Tollywood, and used local talent. It was principally a homegrown feature produced by homegrown talent.“

  • “Karan Johar came on board because Baahubali needed Bollywood money to be made.”

That’s not true. Arka Media Works produced both films. What started as a single film, shot simultaneously in Telugu and Tamil was then split into two after realizing the scope of the story. The Hindi version was not on the cards until Rana, who has bollywood connections due to his prior movies, pitched the film to Karan Johar and convinced him of its capacity to be a national phenomenon. Then only did Karan Johar come on board as a presenter. He certainly deserves credit for heavily promoting the film and grabbing bollywood’s attention by having his name attached but he was not involved in the film making process. Rajamouli has stated many times that if Prabhas committed to Baahubali by not taking on any other projects, Rana did so by being the team’s “mascot” and taking it to new terrain.

  • “Rajamouli enhanced the character of Devasena after the criticism of Avanthika in the first part”

I have my personal opinions about the character of Avanthika but in general some of the criticism the character received is valid. However, the character of Devasena was not changed in order to avoid the backlash. Devasena is the character she was since the film went on floors. When the movie was first started, it was supposed to be a single film which is why they began shooting with the flashback portions that are seen in the second part. This still, which is from a scene in The Conclusion, surfaced even before the release of the first part which shows that the story did not change much. Also, the team has stated in many interviews that they did not make any changes to the story after the response to the first one. They did make some changes in terms of editing and VFX but the characterizations did not change.

Tamanna has said before that she came on board pretty late into the making. Its highly likely that the character of Avanthika was added to bring some “masala” and appeal to a larger audience. If you consider the role of Avanthika, the film could have technically happened without her in the story but that is not the case for the strong characterization of Devasena which is the driving force of second part’s plot. This isn’t to excuse some of the issues with Avanthika’s character but just to say that it was a result of last minute tweaking and Devasena was not was an “afterthought”.

  • “The Hindi audience supported Baahubali more than the Telugu audience”

Obviously if we look at the numbers, the Hindi version did bring in more money than the Telugu Version. However, its really unfair to say that Telugu people did not support the film as much when it was us who saw its rise from being a rumored project to the sensation it is today. If you want to look at the numbers, just look at the stats of the Hindi audience vs. Telugu. The Hindi speaking population in India is almost at 50% whereas Telugu is around 8%. Then take into account people living in the diaspora and there’s no way we can compete. Also there is a huge audience that does not speak any of the languages the film released in and by default probably saw the Hindi version because its closest to their native language or the one they’re most familiar with. Either way, we shouldn't quantify support with BO numbers because the odds are always going to against non-Hindi speakers. Don’t take this victory away from the Telugu industry that has long been ridiculed in the national media for producing only “masala” films. Don’t make this about you, because its really, really not. oh and btw, STOP TAGGING BAAHUBALI CONTENT AS BOLLYWOOD

  • Final Thoughts

Its really easy for us to sit here and just say, ‘of course they all gave their time and dedication to this project, anyone, given the chance, would have. its a once in a lifetime kind of franchise’. But keep in mind that when the film first began production, it was seen as HUGE gamble that had the capacity to end careers if it had gone wrong. It’s because they committed to this project and worked day and night on it that it is what it is today, not in spite of it. So please don’t undermine their success and hard work by basically deeming them as replaceable and let’s give credit where its due. 

Of course no cinema is without its faults but sometimes we just need to set aside our critical lens and lets ourselves succumb to the masterpiece in all its glory.

Also the team is full of genuinely kind and humble people who have racked up a lot of goodwill over the years in the industry and I couldn’t be happier that they’re the ones receiving all this success and glory because if it was anyone else, it probably would’ve gone to their heads. 

and finally for good measure here’s an Instagram post from Rana, just in case you didn’t love these two enough already

some things to consider about the mill;

robert sugden and aaron dingle moving into the mill. they’ll be all Soft and happy, laughing and joking, robert trying to tickle aaron, aaron catching robert by the hip, spinning him around and kissing him against the wall. there’ll be boxes everywhere, the place is a mess, but they’ll tumble into bed at the end of the day and christen their bedroom, in their house, that they’ll be in forever. robert will say i love you, i need you, please stay. aaron will say i promise, i never thought i’d get this with you, i love you.

robert teaching liv to cook. he shows her recipes he found online, digs out some of sarah’s recipes, some of pat’s, and even some annie gave him. he’ll be patient to a degree, and liv tests him because she can’t resist, but they’ll work it out and liv secretly enjoys cooking with him. aaron will watch them sometimes, so in love he thinks his chest might burst with it.

aaron wants a dog; he needles and cajoles and wears roberts down with the help of liv. they go to the rspca centre to adopt at roberts suggestion (because he thinks rescues deserve to be loved and not abandoned :)) and aaron goes soft and kisses him. the three of them pick out a german shepherd cross who’s a little nervous but promises love once she’s acquainted and the three of them fall in love with her instantly. misty settles in, and despite his protestations to the contrary, robert never once regrets adopting her. aaron definitely doesn’t and will tell anyone that will listen he loves her more than robert sometimes

liv loves the stability that comes from having a home that’s lived in, cared for, and promises everything she’s ever craved. robert and aaron aren’t always in synch, their fights are vicious but blessedly short, but liv never regrets living with them. she calls her mum as much as she can, holds the phone tightly to keep herself from crying, and will spend the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa with aaron and robert watching movies she doesn’t really pay attention to, taking comfort from something familiar and wanted

sometimes none of them can figure out how they got so happy, but their little mishmash household with its eclectic decor, huge garden filled with dog barks and cat howls, and love is more than any of them thought they’d get - and they’re not about to let it go

papofglencoe  asked:

Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do. <3c

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Happy birthday to the @thegreatorangedragon!! Thank you @papofglencoe for sending in the ask! Here is a fun little fic submitted by @peetabreadgirl just for you. Hope you have a fantastic day!


Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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rated E

It started out as a joke. A way to pass the awkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thin walls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are making were real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I have spent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheap udon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies from all different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A very loud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standing appointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather not know. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But in any case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I was stuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta beside me, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make me lose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’t have looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watch the movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, oh yes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

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Moonie Ch. 2

This is part two of a story about a very normal college student at a very abnormal college. @elsewhereuniversity was created by @charminglyantiquated, and I am so grateful that we can play in their world!

Read chapter one here!

Read chapter three here!


I’ve been noticing more and more strange things around campus.

Since Jenny went missing two weeks ago, this place hasn’t felt the same. Maybe I never noticed it before, or maybe things have somehow changed.

I had never paid any attention to the bottles and the sugar packets and the all-crust end slices of bread left on paper plates outside of every door. All that perfectly good food I had assumed was garbage. Now that I’m looking, I catch older students glancing at me from across the hallways. They shake their heads and avoid eye contact, dark iron jewelry dangling from their ears or necks. These were easy enough to write off as a cultural thing. I wasn’t part of the In Crowd. Whatever.

I couldn’t explain away the places where physics didn’t work right. The park benches outside of the art buildings were always in shadow, even at high noon with the sun beating down overhead. That one scale in the gym locker room has been replaced sixteen times and will never read the same weight twice. The tree by the soccer field pulls kites and footballs and frisbees to it like a nuclear-powered fun magnet. Then there was Jenny’s car. In a matter of days it had shriveled from almost new to rusted out junk. I couldn’t explain any of it. None of it should be possible.

Why had I never noticed the horns wailing and the howls of dogs at night?

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What was Judy’s degree?

Okay, so

Most police departments prefer (if not require) applicants to have a college degree. And this syncs up perfectly with Judy’s age. As we all know, she was nine in the prologue, and the movie proper begins 15 years later, when she’s 24. Highschool, a four year degree, police training. Even enough time for an obnoxious gap year. 

There’s some things I think we can assume about her degree. Given her famous determination, I’d say she was studying hard from highschool to get a good qualification from a good university to maximize her chances of being accepted. (People have drawn comparisons between her and Hot Fuzz’s Nicholas Angel, who is stated to have a joint First in Politics and Sociology.) But what was Judy’s subject?

A humanities subject like Sociology makes a lot of sense. There’s a practical benefit to a subject like that; you’re learning about the world before you go out and police it. It’d be a very smart choice.

But as a Sociology major, I see one major problem with that. Sociology is concerned with racism. Like, really concerned. It’s hyper-aware of the racism in society, in academia, in itself. For real. From day one I was told “yeah, most of academia is performed by white people - and white men at that - so, uh, grain of salt”. And in a world like Zootopia, where the population is so ludicrously, fantastically diverse, you can bet it’d be even more relevant. It must be, like, 90% of Sociology.

Put simply, there’s no way Judy could get through a four year Sociology course without somehow learning about the concept of naturalist racism, whereby negative attributes are placed on certain ethnic groups due to simply “how they are”. Their biology. Sound familiar?

Yeah. I like to think this would’ve gone at least a little differently.

So now I’m not sure what she studied. I guess it could still be Sociology, but I really doubt it. Sorry to leave you without an answer, but mostly I just want to defend my discipline I’m happy to open the floor to suggestions! Politics, maybe? Economics seems a little dry for her…

definitely wasn’t philosophy or else she’d be even worse

bugheadandjughead  asked:

can you write a fic set during the drive in episode where betty and jughead are watching the movie from behind the projecter and then they end up making out and it's the cutest ever? I've had this idea ever since i saw the episode but who cares i'm lame so i'd never write it but you should because it's literally the best <333

ahhhh thank you for the prompt! 

warnings: some brief jughead sadness, a makeout scene? that’s it I think.
this is also kind of canon divergent and doesn’t exactly fit into the 1x04 plot line perfectly but eh


The night was cold. The kind of cold that bit through the thickest jackets and made anyone shake and quiver with goosebumps.

“Don’t you get cold sleeping here?” Betty said, her head against Jughead’s shoulder. A fanatic film buff, he’d originally taken the job as the projector for the Drive-In not just to save up some money, but later found solace and refuge in its surprisingly uninsulated walls.

Seriously, it was freezing.

She tried to ignore the cold and focus her attention back on the movie, trying to keep in mind that this place was designed for one person operating a projector, not for a teenaged boy to live out of. His arm was slung lazily over her shoulder, as his feet rested upon the ledge of the small opening that cast out the movie. She laced her fingers into his and smiled at the feeling of his soft lips kissing her forehead.

Betty was surprised by how much the small booth felt like a home. If she wasn’t so damn freezing, she could probably live out of this place with no complaints. She eyed the film posters on the walls and decided not to comment on the picture of a young Jughead, 10 years old at most, with his arms around a little girl with the same raven locks and silly smirk. As another wind whistled, she shivered once more, and this time, Jughead looked down at her, noticing the girl underneath his arm was cold from the wind that still made its way through the cracks and seams that lined the edges of the small room.

He got up, wordlessly, and grabbed the blanket that had been sparing him from the cold all these weeks off his bed (taking a second to kick the picture of him and Jellybean under the bed,) and wrapped it around Betty’s shoulders, as he sat back down and she nestled herself under his arm again. The night was nice, maybe he could enjoy it without the associated numbness if his conscience hadn’t been lecturing him that this was the last night he’d be spending in this drive-in, and after this, he’d pack up and be out on the streets somewhere. Don’t think about it, he urged himself. Think about something else.

He heard a joke come from the movie and heard a giggle. Betty, of course. He found himself slipping a little further under, every single time he spent a moment with her. The constant in his ever-changing, lopsided, crazy world. Don’t get too attached, he tried to think. Even the one thing he thought would remain ever-present, the Twilight Drive-In, was now closing down reminding him once again that there were no constants. Things kept changing.

As much as Jughead wanted to root for the whole white-picket-fence package, with small children playing in the front lawn as they held hands sitting on the porch swing, living their own lives of pleasant suburbia somewhere far away from the dark underside of Riverdale that was so close to swallowing the town whole, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this would last. The kisses, the attention, the affection. An eternal cynic, he couldn’t help but assume not long. One day, he’d fuck up, say something he’d regret, or worse, end up like his dad and drive her away. Maybe she was better off with someone like Archie. The boy next door with the girl next door, sounded like a page ripped right from a sickly-sweet romance novel. Buried in his thoughts, he hadn’t even noticed that the blonde haired girl was saying his name, prodding gently for his attention.

“Juggie?”
“Hm,” he said, not really paying attention. You idiot, he cursed at himself. Pay attention.

“Is everything okay?” He looked dazed, his eyes glazed over and a little bit empty. She couldn’t help but wonder what (likely self-destructive) thought process was going down in that brain of his.

“Well Betts, I guess I’m just internalizing that after tonight, I don’t have a home, you know?” He said, blowing a puff of white air, that dissipated into the atmosphere around him. Betty sat up.

“Let’s not worry about that for a while,” She said, kissing him on the cheek. Her lips felt soft and gentle and comforting.

“But Betty, it’s just another thing that isn’t going to stick around.” He said, turning to face her, blinking back what could only be tears. 

“Another thing?” She couldn’t help but inquire, hoping desperately he wasn’t referring to herself. She wasn’t going anywhere. “I hope you know I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you’re talking about.”

“What, no! Of-of-course not, Betty-you know I would never think something like that,” He said, losing his trail of thought. He wasn’t lying to her per se. He never thought she’d leave him, he thought maybe he’d push her away. Drive her away somehow. But it would never be her fault, of course not. What’s the worst she would do? Jughead couldn’t fathom a thing Betty might do, enough so to make him leave her. She could set the world on fire and he’d be right by her side cheering her on. She stood up, looking aimlessly around the room, the blanket still held around her shoulders by one hand, the rest in a puddle of fabric on the floor.

“Jughead, I really care about you, you know that right?” She said, smiling.
“Yeah,” he said, dejectedly. She put her other hand on his cheek, a familiar and comforting action, and smiled at him. He sighed. “Yes. I know.”
“Good.” And then her lips were on his again.

Instinctively, his lips pressed back against hers with much more force, as his tongue swiped against her bottom lip as they parted, allowing him entrance. She sighed, and he tried to ignore the crazy things the sound did to him. She stumbled backward and felt his hands fly to her hips, steadying her as she felt her back press to the cold wall. But for once she wasn’t upset about it. The blanket dropped to her feet, and he pulled away for a second, looking into her green eyes with kindness and caring and a hint of something Betty couldn’t quite make out. It was dark and clearly driving his actions.

She wove her fingers into his hair, knocking off his characteristic gray beanie. His hands snaked back up from her hips to her stomach, to back around her neck, trying to angle her in a way that he could have more and more and drink her in like the only drug he could ever need. Drunk off a person who made him feel unfamiliar feelings pool in the bottom of his stomach. As he kissed a little harder, she broke herself off from him (to her own disdain as well,) and smiled against his lips. His eyes fluttered open in confusion, the moment broken.

“What, is something wrong? Did I hurt you? Betty, I don’t want this unless you do, you know that right?” He sounded small, and weak, and afraid. Like a child desperate for approval, such a stark contrast to his sensual kissing moments earlier. He was the stark image of a contradiction.

“Of course, I only stopped so I could-“ And the power dynamic was suddenly reversed, Betty gaining a newfound confidence. Her hand raised under his sweater, as he slipped off his black hoodie, their two minds working as one. The feeling of him writhing under her fingertips was so undeniably sexy, and she felt so powerful for being the one to break his cold exterior. She ran her fingers along his hipbone, and clearly, it was making Jughead feel something too, as he moaned against her lips and each kiss was filled with a little more passion and intensity. She could practically feel him tense under her touch. His hands wove their way into her soft blonde hair, down in waves instead of tied up.

He diverted his attention to her neck, moving the neckline of her sweater for better access and considered it a sign to continue when she sighed at his lips reaching a certain spot. 

“Oh my god,” She mewled, as he dropped to one knee. He lifted the hemline of her top, planting kisses all over her stomach and against her hipbone, making her think I’m so glad it was never like this with Archie, as she took a moment to peel off her shirt, making him stop and stare.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” He cursed under his breath as the couple stumbled backward and off the cold wall of the booth, stopping for only a moment when he felt their knees hit the soft foam of the old mattress he perched precariously onto a bench to use as a bed.

Just as their lips reattached, his hands just daring to move over her breasts, they heard the characteristic sound of the end credits mixed with gusts of the wind, soppy soundtrack music that didn’t make it into the movie overlaying forgotten names and words of acknowledgment. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jughead sighed, getting up and shutting off the movie, capping the lid over the front of the projector. Betty too was disappointed by the lack of his presence. She hoped the moment wasn’t over, because she had so many more ideas for the rest of the night, things that would probably make even Veronica’s jaw drop with surprise.

He returned to the bed, sitting at the edge of it, still shirtless and somehow not freezing. She smiled at him, willing herself to ignore the pangs of insecurity she had over not wearing a shirt. But it wasn’t a good girl, Betty Cooper smile reserved for her mom and friends and teachers. A sensual, intense smile that begged him to kiss her, daring him to go beyond the familiar kissing and explore something a little more heated.

“Who said end credits always have to mean the end, right?” She said, her voice dripping with lust and dark intention. And with that, Jughead found himself pressed up against Betty yet another time that night, relishing in the fact that maybe there was a constant in his ever-changing world that might not just up and leave like everything and everyone had.


I hope this didn’t like turn out totally terribly. I appreciate the prompt, and you guys can always send those in! thanks for reading!

MORE THAN JUST A SPARK

Request: N/A

A/N:  I said I would write this for one of @bucky-plums-barnes fuffly Friday anons asking for a Lance x Plussize!reader.  So… here ya go!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 2056

Summary:  You’re pretty much over not being thin, you’re beautiful just the way you are!  But words can still hurt…

Warnings:  Lance being a dick, accidental bullying (body shaming), insults, mentions bullying, mentions of sex, drunkenness, FLUFFY APOLOGY AND ENDING

(GIF not mine)

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anonymous asked:

I wanted to ask- I'm not sure what the main name of it is called, but do you have any mythology about oceanic/polynesian/hawaiin history? Kind of like about the background/traditions/culture of the Disney movie Moana?

Okay, first off, very sorry about the delay in getting to this ask, Nonnie. None of us here at ScriptMyth are versed in any of the Polynesian mythologies (and there are quite a few). I borrowed some books from the library, watched Moana, and trolled through the interwebs for awhile to be able to come up with something for you. Please be aware that this is all very basic stuff, and I encourage you to do further research.

Now, I initially started my research having not seen the movie Moana. I assumed, based on what I had heard and how the ask was phrased, that Moana and her people were based on Hawaiian history and mythology. After watching the movie (and digging around on the internet), it turns out she is from Samoa!

The Polynesian people were amazing explorers and, as shown in the movie, travelled from island to island for many generations before stopping.  This is known to archaeologists and historians as The Long Pause, and it lasted roughly 2,000 years. Nobody knows why this break occurred. But, we do know that the Polynesian people arrived and settled in Fiji, Samoa, and Tonga prior to this pause. So while most of us in North America know of Maui as a Hawaiian (demi-)god, he is actually a figure in many Polynesian mythic traditions.

Now, my local library system only had two books that weren’t “ethnic romances” (/shudder/ I’m sorry that this kind of harmful literature continues to be so popular) when I searched for books on Polynesia. One on Hawaiian mythology, and one on Australian/Melanesian mythology. Hawaiian Myths of Earth, Sea, and Sky was a wonderfully delightful and easy read of some very basic myths. Some of which I had been told when I got to visit Hawaii 2013, so it felt familiar. It has a glossary in the back that includes pronunciations alongside the definitions. I highly recommend it. Oceanian Myth is more dry and has a “textbook” feel to it. It is no less interesting, but primarily recounts myths in a discussion about them, rather than simply telling the stories. There are some myths set out as a story, though they have a summarized feel to me (and because I am unfamiliar with these myths, I don’t know if that is because they actually are summaries, or if it is because I am used to myths being longer). I definitely recommend it as well.

As to specific myths that might be of interest, it is hard to choose from my limited repertoire. I loved them all, but have no context to be able to say which, if any, are more significant. So, for those more familiar with these mythic traditions, please reblog with your favourite stories! The one I’m going to share is the story of how Maui slowed the sun (as this feat was mentioned several times in the movie Moana).

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anonymous asked:

I'm not an expert when it comes to cinematography, but I think I noticed a different camera work in the premiere episode. Like when Clarke talked to Roan or when she talked to Bellamy they kinda focused on them from "weird" angles. Especially when Clarke thanked Bellamy, we as the audience were so close to their faces. I'm not quite sure how to describe it haha it was unusual but I actually enjoyed it. Can you explain their new camera work?

okay, first of all, i’m very sorry for the late reply anon. we are two episodes into the new season already and i’m only getting to answer your question now, so i hope you are still interested in this. second of all, since i am extremely busy at the moment, i have to keep my answer very very short, which sucks because i love getting film related questions and discuss scenes in length, but life loooooves to get in the way so i hope that my rather short answer will satisfy you (lol), and help you understand the cinematography a bit better.

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ok fuck it heres my autistic guardians of the galaxy post

(these arent headcanons just stuff i noticed while watching that supports reading the characters as autistic if u want)

quill carries headphones around to put music on whenever he needs it, and hes still listening to the same 2 tapes after 30 years

quill and rocket’s exchange about sarcasm ‘you’re supposed to do it in a sarcasm voice!’ idk i just like the idea of them each having taught themselves how to sarcasm in different ways so they miss it sometimes

actually none of them are great at sarcasm/irony like they miss each others sarcastic lines a lot. especially drax

also quill taking too literally yondu’s joking abt eating him maybe

in general how peter views so many things through familiar pop-culture lens (that he still knows so many details of despite not having access to it for rewatches for years)

groot nervous stimming by flicking the leaves on his arms, also desperately trying to pull off the uncomfy uniform

arguably groot only saying ‘i am groot’ is like echolalia / being semi-verbal (but im hesitant abt that bc isnt that just what his whole species is like?? idk)

groot needing really specific step by step instructions (i mean ik its just bc hes a lil babby but Same so im keeping it)

there was already a ton of posts when the first movie came out abt autistic drax that im sure i cant write any better so just. all that.

mantis’ empathy stuff maybe

gamora doesnt like to be touched especially without warning/permission (ik theres obv other background reasons for this but let me have it)

also gamora’s not liking dancing possibly

gamora also takes a lot of things really literally

there was another thing i had to say abt rocket but i forgot it now

oh quill being kinda upset abt gamora using a gun instead of a sword bc her thing is swords and his thing is guns like thats not The Rules, gamora

ahhhh there was lots i noticed im tryin to remember but feel free to add on anything or correct anything???

i'm back whoops (part two of mitjo ghost au)

Submitted by @captainredd

Run. I was in the woods again. The trees leaning over twisted distorted far more then anything else. The wailing sirens from the car pounding into my skull until it sounded like screaming, maybe that was me screaming. Run. Thickets scraped my knees and branches pulled at my clothes. My feet felt like led and my lungs burned but I still couldn’t stop. I didn’t dare turn around. Run faster. God dammit run faster! I was slowing down. No that wasn’t right I was still running at the same pace. But the world around me was speeding up. The siren whirling, the sky changing over and over night and day. All the voices getting closer now so morphed together it was like a hideous wave of collapsing voices begging to be heard. Run! God run Jonas you insufferable bastard can’t you run any fas- a branch caught my foot and fell.

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly talk a little bit about tsumugi's character? I see she's in your top 10 fairly solidly. I'm really intrigued to just learn more about her and why you like her

Haha, it’s a little bit difficult to talk about Tsumugi in-depth if you’re not prepared for lots of spoilers. Like Ouma, she’s a fascinating character with tons of interesting points about her, but talking about those points requires breaching on a lot of endgame territory.

That said, she really is an excellent character. She’s high up not only on my ndrv3 Top 10, but she almost made it into my overall DR Top 10 as well (I think she scored #12 or so, the last time I took it). If you’re prepared to handle spoilers for pretty much the entire game, then keep reading! If you’re trying to avoid spoiler territory though, I’d recommend waiting on this one until the localization comes out in September so you can experience things for yourself!

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anonymous asked:

what do you think of triple h's debut?

triple h’s ‘199X’ is a solid mini album for a debut. their voices fit well together and you can tell that they tried to give us something refreshing reminiscent of the 1990′s retro style which is especially shown in the instrumentals plus the lyrics of their title track ( “i’m 365 so fresh, feel good till the end every single person do the dance till the end “) give us a youth kind of vibe.
it’s catchy and i can see it getting stuck in your head the more you listen to it. 

in all honesty i didn’t like the mv at first and i was rather taken aback by how much was going on and what well everyone saw with the bed scene and the kiss scene and the attempts of suicide and the actual suicide. k-netz are more shocked than anyone else, seeing how they aren’t too familiar (?) with such topics in mv’s. the mv is indeed controversial. but the more i watched it and involved myself with it, the more i understood the meanings or the ones i could form myself. we have to regard this music video as a mini ‘drama’ or show or movie and can see that we have 3 different characters in their youth dealing with issues on the verge of a mental breakdown to forming a friendship and to meeting their end together. 
hyuna’s character killed someone. she wasn’t strong enough to hide the body nor didn’t call for help. she literally had a break down as you could see when she ran out to the street where she met hui. i saw someone saying that people wouldn’t believe her if she stated it was self defense as how older people don’t listen to ‘kids’ and considering there were no witness to the scene, she lost her mind and could only run away from there. 
we meet hui’s character as a person who is reckless and doesn’t care much as in getting beat up and stealing a car. i’d say he is one of the sanest out of the three, but he doesn’t seem entirely happy about life either. 
e’dawns character is clearly trying to take his life in different ways several times yet he never can do it. he figured getting run over by a car would work, though he survived and stays with hui and hyuna. 
the three of them discover money in the stolen’s car and decide to spend it by gamblng, partying, drinking and so on, since no one cares about their life anymore. they are having fun until they seem rather bored of the lifestyle, seen as when the three are staring into the tv. 
and to add onto the trouble, we can see hui getting rejected by hyuna in the toilet scene and she falls for e’dawn instead. hui is the third wheel - actually witnessing their hook up and wanting to be a part by being with them in the bed together. during all this, hyuna is totally out of her mind which we notice by her constant ‘twirling around’ and i assume she enjoys being carefree with the other two as they run around a lot and have fun together. but the police is after them and towards the end they decide they had enough and take their lives – though, do they really? we can only assume.

this is my take on it – but!  i also read a theory about it being the continuation of troublemaker’s now mv which is rather interesting. i’d love if they clear up the story in either their reality show or in a bts video of the mv. the most important thing is that hyuna enjoys this unit, enjoys making music with e’dawn and hui and to be able to promote. they are her friends and she herself said that they share similiar interests and taste in music. yes, not everyone will like the mv, but i’d suggest to listen to the songs alone as they are enjoyable and refreshing.