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[meowmasti]

Pizza Thief Cat

[sauce-salad-bowl]

ch. 2 of thif: it’s up, come read it if you’d like :3

hi prettiest ppl!! it’s finally done!!!!! thif’s unofficial hiatus is (mostly) over, and i’ve uploaded a new chapter for your enjoyment :)) i’ve put a teaser underneath the cut, but you can read the whole thing [here on ao3]!! have fun, and please mind the tags/tw at the top note!!

Nolan was late again today.

He was always late these days. It was hard to bring himself to care, since usually, the only person he was disappointing was his shift manager. Even though he just started working at the district's only factory, it didn't pay well enough—nothing could be worth breathing in those fumes all day. So he still spent most mornings beyond 12's fence, hunting for whatever he could to fill his siblings' bellies.

Hunting was the only thing he had now. So he didn't mind mumbling out a couple of apologies to his boss for rolling in ten minutes late every day. He knew they needed workers desperately, so it wasn't like they could fire him.

But truth be told, hunting wasn't why he was late today. As Nolan trudged home to quickly change into his uniform, he struggled to find an excuse as to why he was coming back empty-handed. He couldn't even remember the last time he didn't bring a kill home. And it wasn't because he was a lousy shot, or because the snow had made his footsteps far too loud.

It was because he hadn't been to the woods at all today.

Nolan tried to drop the tension in his face before walking into the home he's always known. For years, it's only been him and his siblings here. He's not sure if he can really remember it being any other way. The door creaked as he entered, and to his usual disappointment, it was as cold in here as it was outside. From his small living room, he could see a small bundle of blankets sitting in front of their old TV set, right where he always found her.

"Hey, June-bug." Nolan knocked the snow from his shoes, hoping his little sister wouldn't turn to see him game-less. His uniform was already laid out for him on the table, and he gathered the clothes into a bundle. Thankfully, her head jutted out from the covers, but stayed glued to the screen.

"Shh, it's starting!" she whisper-yelled, leaning forward to turn up the volume. A laugh started to bubble in his chest—there wasn't anything that caught June's attention more than the television—but then he paused. Was that…?

Static made the TV blurry, but certainly it was you, huddled closely with… with him, of course. Your smile was tentative and small, and Nolan could only imagine the way your thoughts were racing. A Mettaton came on screen next, welcoming everyone to the first part of the Victory Tour.

"I didn't realize that was today…" he lied, earning himself another shush from his sister. Of course he remembered. He'd probably seen a couple hundred posters advertising it around 12. If there was one thing the Capitol wanted to ensure, it was that their propaganda was seen.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" His sister's annoyance made him smile again. It was a school day today, but June caught a cold last night, so he insisted that she stay home. She was sickly as a newborn, and spent a lot of winter days covered in a thicket of blankets. This was the only time she ever got the TV to herself. "Preferably not here!"

Nolan rolled his eyes, but mentally, he wasn't complaining. It wasn't like he wanted to stick around to watch anyway. "Fine, fine. But scoot away from the screen, it'll rot your brain."

Her only answer was to turn up the volume again. He sighed and dipped into the bedroom—the one they all shared. A small, slightly broken clock on the wall told him he was already fifteen minutes late, which actually meant he was seventeen minutes late, and a new sense of urgency ran through him. Nolan tugged off his shirt, trying and failing to tune out your words:

'Well, life is great here in 12. I don't think I've ever been happier, thanks to the Capitol…'

He suppressed a scoff. Obviously, you were happy; you didn't live like this anymore. Your new life was on the other side of town, tucked away in a big house with your little boyfriend. You'll never be hungry again. You'll never have to worry again. Nolan couldn't ever relate to that.

Now, whenever he saw you, all he could think of was Capitol. How could he not, when you sat there on his screen, puppeting the words he's almost certain they told you to say? So he decided to keep his distance. Honestly, he's not even sure when the last time he spoke to you was. There were other things on his mind now.

After undoing his belt, his pants fell with a thud. Nolan swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, pulling out the heavy satchel from his pocket and turning it in his hand. This was the real reason he was late today. He didn't know how exactly those monsters stole this gunpowder, but he wasn't really interested in asking questions. Probably from some human Royal Guardsmen.

He slipped on his uniform, then tucked the satchel away again. It was hard to believe today had come so quickly. But if they were going to make a statement, then it had to be at the start of the tour. He wanted the Capitol to get their message, loud and clear.

The sound of his sister giggling cut through his thoughts as he left the room. He opened his mouth to say goodbye, but the TV drew him in again.

Mettaton was flashing both of you a chrome-bright smile. 'It's really been so nice catching up,' he purred, his metallic voice cracking with the Capitol accent, 'The cameras still love you.'

'i don't know, they say the camera adds ten pounds.' The skeleton glanced down at himself, releasing your hand to pull at his coat. 'does my funny bone look big to you?'

Nolan tried not to grimace at the sound of your laugh, drowned out by his sister's own snort. Not because he was jealous, but because he hadn't heard the sound in so long. 'You look good,' you finally told him, fighting back a very obvious grin. He could feel your sincerity all the way through the screen.

'don't tell me any fibias, kid. i can tell when you're lying, y'know. can feel it in my bones.' The skeleton waggled his brow bone, and you rolled your eyes fondly, and he was struck with the knowledge that you had never looked at him like that before.

'Alright, one last question, then we're all out of here.' Despite his hand on the doorknob, Nolan stayed in place. Perhaps subconsciously, he just wanted to keep hearing your voice. 'Everyone watching at home is wondering the same thing: what does the future look like for you two?'

His sister glanced back at him, her light grey eyes wide. She was too perceptive for her own good, immediately catching the way his own breath hitched. 'The future?' You parroted on the screen.

'Well, yes!' Mettaton crossed and uncrossed his legs, oddly seeming stiff. 'Haven't you two talked about it?' We're all curious how you're going to make it official! A wedding? Or a soul bond, or—'

'We're not answering that. Or anything else today.' Your voice was suddenly stony, cold. You stood, the sound of your chair scraping caused your mic to screech. 'This interview's over,' you mumbled, then walked off screen, leaving your partner wide-socketed and confused.

After a moment of unending silence, Sans cleared his throat. 'well, you heard the kid. cut the cameras.' He motioned for the cameras to stop by swiping his hand across his throat, and the screen turned black. The broadcast was over.

Nolan swallowed thickly. Perhaps… perhaps he had judged you too harshly. Maybe you weren't the Capitol darling he was convinced you were. He was taken aback by his sudden urge to reach through the screen to try and comfort you.

It was quiet until his sister spoke again in a tentative voice, "…I don't get it. Why not just answer the question? Couldn't she get in trouble?"

The worry on her face was palpable—which made him wonder how worried June would look if she knew the trouble he was getting into. He sighed deeply, choosing his next words carefully as he approached his sister and crouched down next to her.

"There's some things…" he started, "that people want to keep to themselves. That they deserve to keep to themselves. We don't have the right to know everything about everyone." June nodded, proving that she was still following along. "But to the Capitol, that doesn't really matter. Anything and everything is content to those—" He paused, stopping himself from saying something too unsavory, then said, "people. It's not very fair, is it?"

She shook her head solemnly as she mulled over his words. But then, her eyes lit up. "Maybe we could give them something nice, for when they get ba—!" A hacking cough suddenly interrupted her, and Nolan ruffled her hair.

"You're too sweet, June-bug. Just like mom." It wasn't often that he brought her up, and his sister's eyes widened. "But you should get some rest first. I'm sure they'll be okay," he assured. "It's not like the Capitol is gonna hurt them."

Despite his usual pessimism, he really did believe that. After all, they already won the games.

Nolan left then, a newfound determination running through him. If you could push back against the Capitol, even just a little, then so could he.

[merulanoir]

Save me challah.

Save me

[godsofhumanity]

Thor, thinking: don’t let her know how awkward you are

Sif: nice weather

Thor: thanks

[farsight-the-char]

Man imagine if the first 2 Thor movies were as good as Ragnarok.

We could have had memes about Thor getting pegged by Sif years ago.

[theskyexists]

Rewriting captain marvel

Having talked and thought it over, the problem with this film is that they:

1. Did not build in any surprises for the audience related to Carol's emotional journey - there was only the skrull-kree twist, and they did not even clarify her previous team's or even her mentor's ACTUAL moral position afterwards (did they know that they're agents of genocide?)

I.e. they should have kept the flashbacks to a minimum at the start. Just indications of them but not actual insight into them. Lawson appearing as the Supreme Intelligence should have been enough to do exposition on Carol's background - and give a sense of bereftness (I don't even know who the person I admire most is!!?) Only during battle should the traumatic incident of crashing, Lawson standing over her, the skrull shooting at her flash by. This will be an implicit 'emotions are bad and stop digging' confirmation because it gets her captured. It is also a symbolic bridge to Talos and Talos' parallel family circumstances - who she meets at that exact moment.

2. Following from that, they should have played her Kree status extremely straight, her belief in the noble hero warrior myth and the only thing that's a 'problem' is her eagerness, her emotions and her gut feelings (the underlying humanity). But it's subtle. Her eagerness can also be genuinely taken for enthusiasm for her life as a warrior that simply needs to be channeled.

The deep dive into her head should focus around Maria. The skrull keeps wanting to go to Lawson and the coordinates but she keeps getting caught up in memories of Maria which he dismisses. Or attempts to. Then her whole escape and crash is overlayed with flashbacks - she's disoriented etc. She should show real confusion and distress at this enormous crack in her sense of identity. What are these memories?? They're not Kree??

Then when she lands, she should be proud, disdainful, smug and acting like a superior alien who thinks earth is a "shithole". It could be overcompensation or just a nice contrasting twist on her actual origins and a flaw of her virtue of confidence and a little foreshadowing of the way Kree look at everything beneath them.

Fury should be a first wake-up call that these humans are pretty alright and competent. Choosing to go save him should have been tenser, should have had a moment of close up and conflict. In fact, it would have been possible to build in a parallel to the Kree operation where her teammates return to their ship without her on strict orders, choosing not to save her because of overwhelming numbers of enemies. When they get closer and closer and find Maria, the flashback overlays should return with more power (instead of disappearing!). And this should cause distress! She should try to play it off with her sense of humour.

Maria and the kid should show a sense of loss, in their home, in their first interactions 'Carol...' Maria cant believe her eyes. (I think it was a poor choice to have the kid make first contact). Aborted gestures of affection that Carol almost returns but then steps back from. A chasm between them. "why do I remember you?" They also need to give a sense of the family's lives as the ones left behind, a hole where Carol used to be, a texture to the lives they lived without her love - a loss of support for the family (financially) a loss of dreams for Maria (she's no longer flying professionally).

In the actual film, Carol is so calm through all of it, that her one moment of distress in the film falls flat. It's badass...but it makes her character so...undistinctive. the only thing that plays across her surface is her determination and her humour and powerful smugness. but not a single moment did she seem to be truly touched by what happened to her - they could have made aforementioned elements to her personality more striking.

There should have been more of that 'my hands are filthy too' moment - when she runs out into the field after the coordinates flashback, she should be feeling self-loathing, she should recount everything that she thought the Kree were, that she was told she was, the things she's DONE - but they STOLE HER. "Stole my life from me, my family, you" to Maria. To fight their war (disgust). "And who am i now? I can't even remember!" THEN Maria steps in and affirms her identity as Carol Danvers, making reference to what she means to HER. And she still sees her when she looks at her.

There should have been a moment of parallel between Carol and Maria's kid and Talos' kid with the pinball machine. Carol looking at them, then telling Talos, I will do anything to protect your family.

There should have been real heartbreak in Carol having to leave HER family behind to make it so. Give me some damn tears. "Do you really have to leave? You just came back." "I won't be long." Bittersweet because we know or realise that it WILL be. "I've got to do this." - to Maria.

3. They should have shown just a bit more of Kree civilisation, of being Kree, of everyday life. Why? Because it's fun worldbuilding, because it grounds our perception of what Carol thinks she is, and it gives us a sense of sci-fi mythology. Letting the coolness of that mythology speak for itself. A greater narrative about Carol's position in what was once her society. Maybe she's recognised as a hero-warrior. It gives her and us a chance to mourn the life she had as the lie that it was.

[johnnyprimecc]

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