#I have the video of the event and everything

[drinkwithme-exchange]

Drink With Me: A Les Misérables Platonic Gift Exchange 2025

Hello everyone!!

We may be a little late but we are back for another round of celebrating platonic affection! :)

What is the Drink with Me Platonic Exchange?

It's a fandom event to celebrate the platonic relationships in Les Misérables! In it, each person gives up to three platonic ships, and receives another person's ships to make some kind of content for. Let's get the wine of friendship flowing!

The mods this year are @pumpkinspice-prouvaire, @aromantic-enjolras, @shamedumpster and @p-trichor

How do I participate?

Just fill in this form

And we'll assign you a person accordingly (and keep that information confidential).

After the inscription process is done, you'll be assigned one person, along with their top three ships, and choose which one to make content for. You're not obligated to make content for all of them, we just want you to have wiggle room!

I can't write/draw, can I still participate?

Of course! Fics, fanart, videos, moodboards, gifsets, edits, etc.... All content is welcome!

What is the timeline?

Beginning today, the registrations are open till 18th July 2025. Your user and ships will be assigned within the next couple of days.

We will do a check in on the 20th of August to make sure everything is in order.

All the content must be uploaded on the 5th of September.

And remember, it's a surprise, so please keep it secret until then!

If you change your username between sign up and submissions, please let one of the mods know so we can avoid confusion.

If you're posting a fic on ao3, be sure to add it to the collection: Drink With Me 2025

Remember to tag the person who you're gifting, as well as @drinkwithme-exchange, and tag #drinkwithme2025. We want to see it!!

Feel free to drop a question in our askbox, if you have any doubts.

Happy creating!

[weisshapt]

finding the "folk" and the "lore" in the folklore of the wwe

do you want to participate in/contribute to the most electrifying master’s dissertation in all of folklore studies sports entertainment? read below to find out how you can!

thank you to @moxleyrollins for helping me find and source footage, and @alistairs for both excellent suggestions and putting up with me throughout the whole process!

i am currently looking for wwe fans to answer questionnaires and potentially sign up for one-on-one interviews regarding their relationship to, experiences with, thoughts on, and memories connected to their viewership of the wwe and professional wrestling. these will be used as data to help bolster my upcoming master’s dissertation project, where i will be arguing that the “lore” within and surrounding the wwe fits the criteria to be considered folklore, and that the wwe universe, comprised of both performers and fans alike, can be viewed as a folkloric group.

i know what you might be thinking: how the hell do you get folklore out of what is essentially a soap opera of violence? well, that was my question too and apparently i’m the first person to ask it because as far as all of my research has found, i am the first to climb this mountain, and by participating, I’m inviting you to climb it with me!

at this point, feel free to skip to the bottom unless you want to go down this absolute rabbit hole with me as well.

now, what exactly am i calling folklore? for starters, everything you see above. but let's take it step by step. think about how extensive of a culture wwe has amassed over the years, and not just for those of us tuning in weekly and for events. how many people do you know who’ve never watched a single match in their lives, but can recognize john cena’s entrance music and can understand what the five knuckle shuffle is, and the “you can’t see me” catchphrase? how many memes have you seen using pictures or gifs of various wrestlers or that one clip of vince mcmahon (i don’t even have to specify which one do i?) or videos using the undertaker bell?

as fans, have you ever thought about how, given all the various jargon, when you talk about wrestling, you’re practically speaking a different language, one unique to those within this specific community? and a whole language it definitely is. i’ve got 220+ words in the glossary portion of my appendices to prove it. material culture? how about all the replica belts, action figures, and various merchandise sold by wwe? what about fan-made stuff like signs, clothes, fanart? and yes, ring gear can and does count (or at least i’m arguing it does) as a kind of folk costume, whether that’s ric flair’s robes, cody rhodes’s red, white, and blue get-up, the wyatts’ masks, and pretty much every look shawn michaels or seth rollins have sported across their entire careers.

the very nature of wwe storytelling adheres to some of the characteristics folklorists study. not only are the plotlines and developments governed by adherence to calendar customs, with raws and smackdowns always leading up to and following in the wake of one of the many premium live events, but the storylines themselves are chock full of motifs straight out of the stith thompson index, constantly utilising tropes of good vs evil/hero vs villain (babyface vs heel), underdogs and heroes journeys. additionally, folklore and the folkloresque are often used as symbols and aesthetics to build up the image of a character and their gimmick.

and the community, from the wrestlers in the ring to the fans behind the barricades? easily checks off the list for attributes of a folkloric group. shared experiences and interpersonal relations, a sense of community, unique customs, rituals, beliefs, and traditions that are preserved and sustained, culture transmitted through group-wide communication and oral traditions (online with the iwc or in-person at events). the only box not checked has to do with size, and that's a point of wider contestation living now in such a technologically interconnected world.

i'll stop here, or else you'll end up reading through what is essentially a prolonged abstract of the entire project.

so what am i actually looking for and asking of the community?

i need members of the wwe community to take a few moments out of their day in order to answer questions about their introduction to and memories involving the wwe, their interest, engagement, and experiences with the material and the performances, their knowledge of wwe 'lore' whether it deals with the wrestlers (in or out of kayfabe) or fans and how they view those anecdotes, and their thoughts on the wwe community as a whole.

the questionnaire is made up, in total, of 10 main questions (one for every era), with an additional checkbox for those interested to note down their willingness to participate in one-on-one interviews, either chat-based or audio-recorded depending on the interviewee's preference.

below you will find a link leading first to an official consent form provided to me by my university. this will involve some level of sharing personal information, however it should be noted that no identifying information will be shared outside of the written project itself, all data will be kept secured on a university-issued cloud drive and will be deleted following the submission date of august 4, 2025, and any participants not wishing to be named in the dissertation itself can and will be anonymised.

upon finishing the consent form, you will then be referred to the questionnaire itself, described previously.

as for the interviews themselves (for those interested and able), those may range anywhere from 30 minutes to 1-2 hours, depending on time constraints and interviewee preference), and will largely focus on expanding on the answers previously provided in the questionnaire.

i hope that's all clear but i am happy to clarify any information for those who may have questions! if not...

click here to access the consent form and the questionnaire

now, for those who may wish to contribute but either don't have time to fill out the questionnaire or for whatever reason don't want to, my ask box and dms are both open for any comments or suggestions for what others might consider "wwe lore." have a moment that's stuck with you ever since it aired? a favorite match or promo? a fan-story you can point me to somewhere online? send it in, anonymous or otherwise! and feel free to share this post wherever you like and/or send it to anyone you believe might be interested in participating!

[starset21]

Part 2: Track to Text

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

Summery: What starts with a single, cryptic meme from Max evolves into a rhythm of race-weekend messages, teasing videos, and unspoken check-ins that thread through the season. There’s no formal declaration—just a growing intimacy born from late-night texts, technical banter, and mutual respect sharpened by competition.

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may found is on tumblr or A03 under the same name. This is all fake. It does not reflect real people, real events or their actual actions or relationships. May contain google translated languages.

Looking for more? Speed Limits and Heartbeats Masterlist 

You hadn’t heard from him since the unity day.

Not directly.

The first message came a week after Darlington.

A DM.

No greeting. No name attached. Just a meme: a screenshot of a NASCAR oval with a toy Hot Wheels loop edited in. Captioned: “Full send or just more left turns?”

You stared at your phone for a second too long. The handle was private, but obvious: max.v33.

Cute. Copying your number—though, technically, Red Bull had him signed by 2015. You didn’t even hit Cup until 2017. 

You rolled your eyes and typed back: “Still waiting to see you make a pass without needing DRS and a prayer.”

Read. No reply.

Two days passed. Nothing. You told yourself you didn’t care. Told yourself it wasn’t even worth checking for a reply.

So obviously, you checked.

And then, just as you were strapping in for a team sim session, your phone lit up.

From: max.v33

*A grainy, zoomed-in clip from Monza quali. No commentary, just engine and tire noise as he dove inside at Ascari with surgical, almost arrogant precision. Slingshot exit. Clean. Too clean.*

Then the message, just below it: “No DRS. No prayer. Just grip.”

You didn’t mean to smile, but it happened anyway. Stupid.

Your fingers hovered over the reply button longer than you’d admit.

Then:  “You sure it wasn’t just luck?”

Read instantly.

Three blinking dots. Then nothing.

That night, after dinner, another message came in:

“I don’t believe in luck.”

Four words. Not flirtation. Not bravado. Just… intent. It lingered in your head longer than it should’ve.

You didn’t reply until the next morning.

“No wonder your mechanics look so tired.”

From there, it became something unspoken.

Sporadic messages. Race weekends only.

A rhythm, quiet and sharp-edged. 

He sent a video from Spa — onboard POV of Eau Rouge.

You replied with your Bristol dash-cam, inches from a wall at 140.

One night, somewhere between flights and briefings, he texted you: “You ever lift mid-corner just to listen to the tires sing?”

You stared at the message in the dark of your hotel room, thumb hovering.

Eventually: “Only when I’m in the lead. Otherwise, no time for poetry.”

His reply came fast. “That’s why I thought of you.”

You didn’t respond to that one.  But you didn’t delete it either.

Talladega was a war zone. You clawed from P26 to P2 with half your aero gone and your right mirror barely hanging on. When you finally made it to the motorhome, your crew was already halfway through their postmortem.

You slumped onto the couch and reached for your phone without thinking.

1 new message From: max.v33

Just three words: “Hell of a drive.”

No punctuation. No emoji. Just… that. You read it twice, thumbs hovering over your screen.

“Didn’t win.”

A pause.

“Didn’t have to.”

You meant to leave it there.

You really did.

But the next weekend, after Texas, you found yourself reaching for your phone before your suit was even off. No win. No crash. Just a decent day, made quieter by how loud everything else had felt lately. You didn’t draft anything clever. No teasing. No memes.

You: “Car felt light on the straights today. Wind was heavy. Crew thinks we missed something aero-wise.”

A few hours later:

Max: “Watched. Looked tight on entry too. You kept correcting with your thumb?”

You blinked at the screen.

You: “Yeah.”

Max: “Could see it in the hands. You’re subtle, but not that subtle.”

That made you laugh. A real one. The kind that sat in your chest for a few minutes before you even realized it had landed.

You started noticing it more after that.

The way he answered faster. The way your messages stopped being scheduled around race results and started slipping into the middle of odd, quiet hours. Sometimes he’d send a single line about track temperature in Suzuka. Sometimes you’d reply from a Waffle House outside Charlotte at 2:00 a.m. Neither of you said it, but something was changing. It wasn’t flirtation. Not really. But it was no longer just banter, either.

You were wide awake after traveling. He was in Monaco, jet-lagged from the media. The message thread was getting too long, too delayed. So you called. No greeting, no hesitation. Just his voice, quiet and rough around the edges: “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Not really,” you said. “You ever feel like your brain’s still in gear even when your body’s wrecked?”

A short laugh. “Only every Sunday night.”

You talked for twenty-three minutes. Nothing big. Nothing dramatic. Race setups. Tires. Something about the Red Bull pit wall cameras always catching the worst angles. When you hung up, it was silent. Still. Like the pause after a checkered flag before the radio crackles back on.

It wasn’t constant. But it was consistent. You never talked about the messages. You didn’t have to. It was the way he sent a photo of his breakfast at some Monaco café—captioned “this isn’t Waffle House”—or the way you sent him a video from your dashcam where your spotter forgot to mute his mic while cursing at a lap car. It was the voice notes. The checking in. The fact that when you had a shit day in Las Vegas and didn’t text back for almost 24 hours, he noticed.

“Haven’t heard from you. You good?”

Just that. Not pushy. Not needy. Just there. You replied that night, from the quiet of your motorhome. Helmet beside you, pizza in your lap. 

“Got boxed in and lost the top line. Felt like shit.”

“It happens.”

“Still pissed.”

“Good. Means you’re not numb to it.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t need to.

It was late October by the time the next message came in. A photo. No caption.

His apartment, maybe. Monaco skyline behind tall glass windows. Night outside. One of his sim wheels set up on a table, but the chair was empty. In the foreground: his phone, angled so the reflection in the screen caught just enough of him to prove it was real. 

You looked at it too long. Then sent: “That your way of saying you’re bored or lonely?”

Three dots.

“Both.”

Another pause. Then:

“You ever think about what it would’ve been like if we’d raced in the same series full-time?”

You didn’t reply immediately.

You stared at the message like it had teeth.

Finally: “Yeah.”

And that was it.

No follow-up. No escalation. Just silence.

But not the empty kind.

That silence lingered. Not cold—just waiting. The kind of quiet that only ends when something gives. 

It did, eventually. 

In Austria, of all places. 

The off-season stretched wide. Red Bull invited you both to their annual athlete summit. Champagne, neon, ego. You told yourself you’d go for the press. For the networking. Not for him. Still—when you spotted him across the rooftop lounge, you stopped. He was near the edge of the crowd, drink in hand, shirt collar open, laughing at something a mountain biker had said. The skyline framed him like a postcard: sleek, untouchable, gold-lit.

He looked over. Saw you. And didn’t look away. You didn’t talk there. Not with all the noise and cameras. But later, when the elevator ride felt too quiet and the hallway even quieter, you turned the corner and he was already there.

Waiting. 

Leaning against the wall near your door. Hands in his pockets. Not rehearsed. Just… there. He looked up when your steps slowed. Neither of you spoke at first. And then, Max said it. Low. Unforced. Meant. “I think about that day more than I should.”

Your breath caught. Just slightly. You didn’t pretend to not know which day he meant. You stepped closer. Not much. Just enough. “You’ve had a hell of a season,” you said, because it was the first thing your brain could grab onto.

“So did you.” He hesitated. Then added, “That doesn’t mean I stopped thinking about it.”

Your back hit the wall across from him. You folded your arms to keep your hands still. “Why now?”

He shrugged one shoulder. Not casual—just honest. “Because the season’s over. And I’m not looking at you across the world anymore. I’m just… looking at you.”

It landed with a quiet weight. The kind that settles in your chest instead of your stomach. You didn’t smile. Not yet. But your voice was steadier than you expected.

“So now what?”

His answer wasn’t rushed. “We figure it out.” A beat. “Unless you’d rather leave it on the airstrip.”

You let out a slow breath. Looked at him—really looked. “I’m tired of leaving things behind.”

Max didn’t move. Didn’t reach for you. But his eyes softened in a way you hadn’t seen—not on the podium, not in the media pen, not even in your late-night calls.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not here for almost.”

And somehow, that said everything.

[fullset-o-lovers]

who wants to hear about derek aubergine and amanda wilson being twins. who wants to hear about “why does your boyfriend look like my girlfriend” “why does your girlfriend look like my boss”. who wants to hear about clarissa suzanne and the wilsons moving to the uk after her mom’s death.

and who wants to hear how that fits into the O’Hands Everything Store :>

~~~

btw Derek is seventeen minutes older than Amanda. that’s very important (to him)

derek is older. derek is very importantly older than amanda. he’s older and it matters

amanda is taller though, and derek hates it

derek moved to the uk for uni

he calls his family weekly. they have pizza over video call

derek loves him family very much. after his mom left, the three of them (derek, amanda, and mr. wilson) got really close

amanda calls derek “little brother”

he hates it

ITS ONLY AND INCH, AMANDA, SHUT UP

obv mr. wilson misses his son, but he’s glad to see him thriving in devon

mr. wilson tries to meddle in derek’s love life

mr. wilson calls titch derek’s boyfriend

amanda finally meets titch on vc. cue “why does your boyfriend look like my girlfriend?” “why does your girlfriend look like my boss”

titch ignores it

james and amanda are besties fr once she moves

james (knocks to come into the outside) scares amanda

“why tf is mark here”

“uhhh hi? i’m james?”

once amanda gets over the initial shock, they’re besties tho

james sucks at names, amanda sucks at faces. gossip between them is harder to follow than a gaggle of geese

first, derek moves to devon (the town this all takes place), then the events of diwedding take place (but mark and clarissa break up before the marriage) explaining derek’s absence during the play. after the death of mrs. jenkins, clarissa decides she needs a fresh start, so amanda and clarissa move to devon together. amanda and derek persuade their dad, mr wilson to move with them.

Clarissa being like "hey guys I'm back! I went to that little shop in town, and it's just the best! [Insert Clarissa gushing about how the store is super cool and how they have everything you could ever want there and how the owners are super nice and friendly]" and Derek looks at her with EXTREME CONCERN and tentatively asks what store she's referring to. Because as much as he knows that it has the be the OES, her description is WOEFULLY CONCERNING relative to his (and everyone else's) experiences. Hes just kinda there thinking to himself "we can't possible be talking about the same place..."

clarissa was just enjoying the moment and not worrying about the *extremely worrying* goings on. And Derek is there like "girl, 'friendly and welcoming' are not the first words that come to my mind to describe those people..."

derek: did you meet their sons?

clarissa: i did! they were sweethearts

[narrator voice] clarissa did not realize the o’hands brothers were also lovers

(Clarissa loves the store itself as well because it's the perfect place to shop for her favorite hobby. You can find supplies for any DIY project there, no matter how weird or niche). and the prices are *much* better than hobby stores so her adhd ass can pick up any hobby she likes without breaking the bank. mama and papa o’hands just adore her

Derek is deeply worried by how she does not seem the least bit weirded out by the whole situation. Amanda, having heard equally weird but wildly conflicting accounts of the place from Clarissa and Derek, decides she doesn't even want to know lol

clarissa comes back from her weekly trip and talks to derek about it and amanda just leaves the room.

Amanda, walking out of the room as Derek and Clarissa discuss the O'Hands: "nope, I dont even wanna know".

amanda: [kissing clarissa on the cheek and grabbing her keys] i’m gonna go help dad at the restaurant

derek: ITS CLOSED ON TUESDAYS, YOU LIAR

amanda doesn’t wanna make Clarissa feel bad about talking about her experience. But she cannot mentally handle hearing about the o’hands 

[blairdii]

Ok buckle up bc this is gonna be LONG.

On Landoscars.

Anytime Lando has anything that is his thing, Landoscars try to make it about the two of them. Last week, one of the "big" Landoscar accounts on Twitter decided to post a big theory on how Oscar had gone with Lando to film that video where he bought his Monster in store, since Lando had come from MTC. And that he filmed the video. EVEN THOUGH IT WAS ASH IN THE VIDEO AND LANDO NAMED HIM AND WE HEARD HIM SPEAK.

Now this, the Landostand and blobs and everything, they're trying to make it about Landoscar, because despite claiming to be "Lando fans" they cannot let him have ANYTHING without forcing Oscar or their ship into the conversation. This is Lando's home race. The Monster is Lando's product. The blobs are Lando's. The Landostand is Lando's. None of things could possibly be less about Oscar.

When the Quadrant rebrand happened, and the Liberty Walk events in Japan, they were trying to force Oscar into that too. Lando should have Oscar in Quadrant content. Lando should take Oscar for a ride in his new car. Oscar Oscar Oscar. If he's not taking his actual real close friends from the grid to these things (i.e. Carlos), he's not taking his coworker who he seems to have a perfectly nice relationship with, but it's not this deep partnership they're forcing on them.

And why do they do this? Because Oscar doesn't have a thing. Oscar doesn't have a grid bestie, his closest person is Lando. But he's not Lando's closest person. That's Carlos, then Max, then George and Alex, then maybe Oscar but it's certainly possible others come before him too. So they have to talk about Landoscar constantly because they need Oscar to have a Carlando equivalent, even though he doesn't.

He also doesn't have the brand or marketing acumen. So instead of just letting that be, they have to shoe horn him into all of the hard work Lando has done to build HIS partnerships and his brands. Not everyone has to be good at marketing, at branding, etc. Many drivers on the grid aren't. Oscar is one of them. Lando is stellar at it. Top two best, if not best overall. It's ok that Oscar doesn't have that. But just stop making Lando's shit about Oscar.

tldr; Oscar doesn't have the presence or dynamics with others for his fans to latch onto so instead, they just force him into everything of Lando's rather than letting him just be himself, a normal dude who doesn't have these side hustles and deep friendships. There's nothign wrong with that. But just be fucking realistic.

Ok bye

and alllll of this is proof why i believe the 'papaya duo' gimmick has proven to be more detrimental and damaging than initially thought. mclaren forcing these boys to put this persona on means that, with new, impressionable younger fans, people genuinely think they are only marketable as a pair. the team did not sit and think that unfortunately, not all fans have sufficient brain capacity, and some will sit here, trying to convince us lando fans that oscar is entitled to landostand just as much as lando is.

it goes way deeper than that too now. because fans are practically forced to support both of them, or people wonder why you don't support the other, as if being an f1 fan comes with mandatory rules on who to stan. at the end of the day, not every lando fan will like oscar, and nor would every oscar fan like lando. however due to what their team has perpetuated about their relationship, you are seen as odd for not supporting both. you don't see this with any other team apart from mclaren, and it's no one's fault but theirs. what strikes me though, is the fact that the weaponisation of the papaya duo rhetoric mostly works for when 4s are rightfully outraged against oscar/his fans. it's 'why don't you support both of them!!! they're literally friends!!!" then, but when 81s are mad at lando fans, it's like the concept never existed, and suddenly they can just support oscar if they want to, with no obligation to be a fan of lando too.

so, it leads to the predicament we're in now. this emphasis on them being a pair has lead 81s into thinking that all of lando's sponsors are oscar's too and 'why hasn't monster made a drink for oscar?'. long story short, it may hurt to read or accept reality, but with all due respect, you wouldn't have to be pandhandling and begging for lando's sponsors to donate their attention to oscar too... if oscar was marketable. simple as. 81s will now realise the extent to which the 'cold-hearted, iceman 2.0' image has damaged a big proportion of oscar's brand. there's only so much entertainment in that, before it actually becomes unappealing to the target audience. brands are not going to invest in something with no lucrative longevity.

[valeisaslut]

beyonce and jay z made the 'everything is love' album together after he cheated and then they separated and then got back together, and it's got me wondering, do ellie and popstar!reader ever make a joint album? i know their music separate already explores their trauma and all that, but i like to believe that they make this beautiful joint album after going offline for a few years.

YESSSSS I 100% see them making music together!! like maybe not a whole album but absolutely multiple songs that feel like events. the kind of shit where the internet crashes and the gays cry and the critics go feral. i actually daydream every night about their post-collide life like it's my personal soap opera — they're LITERALLY my fake bedtime scenarios. they would make the most insane music known to mankind and that’s just an objective fact because these girls drip and sweat talent.

also can we TALK about the fact that i wrote them producing, writing, composing, and building their entire albums with their bare lesbian hands???? like PLEASE. they’re industry-shaking, record-breaking, chart-dominating artistry incarnate.

AND YES. i have had this unhinged vision of them releasing a song like “Amen” by Halestorm as a full-on unapologetic fuck you to homophobes — like screaming queer rage in a leather miniskirt while setting a church on fire in the most cunty music video ever made. and obviously they drop it in pride month because these girls have never known subtlety since they started. long live the power couple that lives in my brain rent-free.

(also FUCK jay z but i LOVE their album together 😭😭 i'm legit in my beyonce era)

[katiekatdragon27]

Heheheh Shebly's Site doodles.

Captain Fiddle Fitcher (shortened to just "Fitcher") is the brave fisherman turned solo pirate fishbowl who is in charge of educating guests on marine life hosted in Vallysprings. Sometimes, he also does demonstrations with the fish, taking them out and putting them in his head to show off. He is often asked where he got his injuries from, to which he tells the kids a different story each time.

"Mr. Robin" is a detective who helps with non-seasonal events. He hosts scavenger hunts for all ages to participate, encouraging exploration through a compelling detective story. He's also quite the snoop, but his giddiness and need to crack jokes blow his cover every time. He loves being a detective, but in reality, his heart resides in writing novels.

Blyth is the smug and carefree lamp. Designed for the show and brought into real life by popular demand, she wanders around Vallysprings recording events and helping with general navigation of the museum.

Draftin is the identical twin of Ribbons who helps host the after-school theater club performances. She is more technical and calculated, working more with the backstage stuff and with costume design.

Both of them, along with Aclipse, are members of the Super SAFE Science Club.

They present on the surface as just a bunch of lab buddies, and Ribbon actually used to be the third member before Drafin. However, things would get... explosive, so the club almost disbanded for the safety of everyone. However, the first time Draftin showed up instead of Ribbons, nothing went wrong. They tried doing increasingly more dangerous stunts, and nothing went wrong as long as Draftin was around. They decided to record and post their experiments online and gained quite the hefty following with Blyth being the camerawoman, Aclipse being the lead, and Draftin (and sometimes Ribbons) being the assistant(s).

Eventually, they did get in trouble with management, but the channel is still up in the universe, and they still post on it after the place closes down. However, they don't respond to comments, and videos are getting increasingly dire and desperate...

ANYWAYS, here's a lil doodle of the twins yapping about the ppl they like (yeah yeah the ships are the same through all my aus sue me or whatever).

Also, here's some ship art angst below the cut. I'm not handing it out for free this time😚:

MARRIAGE!!!!!!

Aclipse: BRAAAAMBLE!! I'M WORKING!! Bramble: Whaaaaat? Scared of people knowing you have a wife?

I think the only ""official"" couple in Vallysprings before its closure was Aclipse and Bramble. The two developed feelings around the late 2000s and actually were allowed to become an official public couple in the early 2010s. Their popularity on the show encouraged the shipping of the two, and one day, there was a huge wedding for them in Valleysprings.

Sadly, they are still forced to be long-distance because Bramble is seasonal but seeing them walk together around the museum during the Christmas season was always sweet to see.

Bramble: I don't know what's wrong with it! I tried everything! Aclipse: Hmm... Hun... Did you plug it in? Bramble: ... OOOOHH. (Oopsies.) Aclipse: Bramble. Baby. You're almost 40, please.

I love the idea of Bramble not being super smart when it comes to tech. She has canon Sprout's lack of machine ability (Sprout constantly whining about how hard machines are).

As for canon couples after Vallyspring's closure? Well~

Heheheeee Fashion Flaming Frenzy but weird. Idk what to call them lol.

But uh yeah, despite the fact Gash has been in multiple relationships before these two, his ass STILL can't comprehend affection whatsoever. He still clams up out of nervousness when one of his partners leans in for a kiss.

This is funny imo cuz he was the one who confessed first. This is also funny because both his partners are extremely affectionate🫶

AND ON THE TOPIC OF GASH:

Gash: Thank you for not giving up on me.

Zee is Gash's best friend. They are probably the most unlikely duo in all of Vallysprings, with their contrasting personalities and energy levels. However, Zee sees Gash past his angry exterior for who he really is and tries to nurture that, and Gash appreciates Zee's presence, especially because their aura helps him get proper sleep.

On the topic, Zee is probably the most comforting character in all of Vallysprings. She's everyone's unofficial and unlicensed therapist. However, even the stress can get to them too.

Shelby: Zee... What do we do?

Me when a pandemic, multiple safety violations, and fraud charges lead to your facility being closed without a word from your creators or anyone who's worked with you at all-

Here's your angst but no happy ending. When Vallysprings shut down, Shelby was the first to find out after searching for some paperwork from Anders (Arthur equivalent). This information was hidden from everyone for a good 2 years after the museum closed its doors cuz the two didn't know how to tell everyone. When the info did come out, it was MESSY.

But that's for another post🫶. Enjoy this lore and have a lovely day!

[moonlitcelestial]

Soooo, i just saw you opened your requests heheh

I just wanted to ask a little more of Y/N and Wooyoung, if it's possible hihi

Dearest Dino,

It's so possible! I'm going to be real with you this is one of the only things I could get done this week. I've had one hit after the other and haven't really had time to flesh out the next chapter of BtL. That being said I am so excited to present you this! It falls between Chapter 25 and 26 (which I have linked for reference) Let me know what you think!! <3 Moonie

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything.

General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

BLURB WARNINGS - Teasing

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Blurb 1 - Wooyoung and Y/n W/C ~4,163

You hadn’t been talking to anyone very much since the time you had returned from Paris. You were still reeling from everything and to distract yourself —without having to call the boys— you buried yourself in work. Sure it needed to get done but the deadlines were a while away, you just didn't want to deal with anything right now. 

Alas, to be able to pull off the surprise you wanted to, you needed to talk to someone, and you knew the best person for the job. Wooyoung, who you messaged to call you when he had some alone time. You were working on finalizing one of the video montages you were doing when your phone started vibrating and flashing. With a glance at the thing you smiled as his contact popped up for a FaceTime call. When you slid to answer it you were met by his loud chattering to someone in the close vicinity. Wooyoung was holding the phone just under his chin out and away from himself enough that you could see his smile as he spoke. 

“Hey yapper, I said alone not surrounded by people.” The smile didn't wane from your face as you spoke. You could tell you startled him by the way his speech immediately stopped in the middle of the word he was saying; and by how quickly he looked down at you. 

“Noona! Hi, I was just leaving.” You hummed in response as he offered several goodbyes to the people he was with. You weren’t completely paying attention to the screen as you continued editing the montage and its transitions. 

“How are you doing my rose? Is everything okay?” With a glance you could see him fully looking at the phone in hand. You paused and saved your work so you could pay him full attention. 

“I’m doing okay, but I have something to ask of you.” 

“Anything, you know that.” 

“I am working on planning our Sannie a surprise birthday party and I’ll need your help to execute it.” His head tilted like the curious cat he is and you let a small snort out at the motion. 

“I need you to make sure that on his birthday everyone has the evening and the next day off. I know we are cutting it close to the time we depart for the North America tour but we all need a break before the real chaos starts.”

“I can do that! What are you planning? Can I know?” He was grinning so widely at you and you couldn't keep your smile at bay. 

“A big party with several guests and lots of fun at my house.” His head tilted to the other side.

”So what I’m hearing is a huge cuddle pile is on the table?” 

“Quite possibly, it’ll depend on how the evening goes. I also need help with some of the decorations, if you have a free afternoon maybe you can help me?” You watched with amusement as he almost dropped his phone at your question. 

“Me?” You nodded at him. “I’d love nothing more!”

“Alright, so when do you have a free afternoon?” 

“Right now actually, I was just going to head home but I can hang out here and you can come pick me up and we can go shopping!” 

“Okay, are you good with me meeting you in about an hour. I need to get dressed and get things together.” He was nodding his head vehemently as you spoke, the smile on his face hadn’t waivered in the slightest. 

“Alright Wooyo I’ll see you in an hour!” You waved and blew him a flying kiss before ending the call. You were smiling, as you got up and stretched. You needed to at least get out of the house before your meeting tonight and what more of a perfect way to be with one of the ones you loved doing things for another you loved. You shooed the giants out the door of the office and shut the door behind you. With quick steps you made it up the stairs and into your bedroom to change out of your pjs, you decided to be a little bit of a tech wear queen today. You threw on a sleeveless top, some cargo pants and one of the thigh bags you had. If you were going to pull off what you wanted to, you would definitely need a little extra space. When you were satisfied with the outfit you moved to braiding your hair, with the several years of practice you were done in no time. 

You made your way downstairs and into the mudroom to grab one of your several backpacks. This one had to have enough storage to fit things in and it would need to be sturdy enough to hold an extra helmet. You snagged your specified motorcycle backpack and threw it over your shoulder. As you walked out the door you slapped the garage door button and had it opening while you stopped to grab one of the helmets that had a dark visor. You snagged yours and did your glasses routine after getting the spare set up. Wooyoung was going to absolutely have a cow when he saw he would be riding Ink with you. 

When you were settled you threw your leg over Ink and started her up, with a roar you were heading down the driveway while the doors to your garage closed. The trip was not nearly as long as you had initially planned, but with it being the middle of the week and the afternoon you should have known better. You pulled up into your unofficially designated parking spot and pulled your phone out from the thigh bag. With quick fingers you sent off a message to Wooyoung letting him know you were here and parked. 

Not even a couple minutes later you heard the doors open and a few of your boys came out with him. He was surrounded by Mingi, Yeosang and Yunho. As soon as he spotted you his jaw dropped to the floor, when the others spotted you they were grinning. Mingi was the first to take off to come see you with one of the biggest smiles you had seen on him. You threw your leg over Ink and took off your helmet, when he got into range he picked you up and spun with you. You let out a small giggle as he set you back onto your own two feet and grabbed your face to kiss you. 

“Yah! She’s mine for the afternoon, don't hog her!” Mingi separated from you and you were laughing at the glare he sent to Wooyoung. Yunho and Yeosang approached and gave you light hugs and gentle kisses. Wooyoung screeched again and you turned toward the man who was trying and failing to start a scuffle with one of the tallest of your boys. 

“Youngie. They haven’t seen me either, be nice.” His head whipped toward you and he immediately stopped and tucked his hands together in front of him. 

“Sorry Noona.” You rolled your eyes and looked over to Yunho who was trying to hide his grin. He knew exactly where Wooyoung’s mind went– and so did you. 

“Come here, let’s get you set up.” He immediately walked over to you with a bashful smile. You turned and pointed to the motorcycle behind you. 

“Sit.” Without a word of protest he followed your orders. You could feel the stifling of laughter behind you as you took off the backpack and grabbed the helmet. As you looked back to him he was looking up at you with his beautiful asymmetric eyes, they were wide as you took his chin and dipped his head to place a kiss on his forehead before sliding the helmet on. When you had it situated where it needed to be you tilted his chin up to look at the ceiling as you adjusted the chinstrap.

You heard the door click again and you were met with shouting as the other men realized you were here. You finished getting Wooyoung’s chin strap to be snug enough that the helmet wouldn’t move. You knew his internal speakers were on so you spoke low making sure the other boys couldn’t hear you.

“Behave yourself otherwise I cancel the shopping trip. Not a word about the party or so help me I will take away your cuddling privileges with me for a week when everyone gets back into the groove of how things usually are. Understand?” 

He was nodding at you and you didn’t have to see his eyes to know that they were most likely dialated at the small dom behavior from you. You turned to greet the rest of your boys and San immediately picked you up just like Mingi had not even a few minutes ago. “Jagi (Sweetie) I didn’t know you were coming here, what are you up to?” 

“Just in town to do some shopping, I needed a couple of things and can only get them in the city. I also have a meeting with the team in a few hours.”

”Can we go with you?” You turned to look over at Seonghwa who was lightly pouting at you. 

“I only have room for one, Youngie was on the phone with me when I was making my list and he offered to go with me. Besides, don’t the rest of you have a schedule?” Seonghwa nodded at you and the rest were pouting. Hongjoong hung toward the back of the group and you could tell he was hesitant to even join the conversation. 

“When are you going to start covering our things again?” Hongjoong had spoken so quietly you almost missed it. All of the boys tensed, and Wooyoung stood from his spot resting on Ink to put a hand on your lower back. He had put his visor up so he could see everyone clearly. Currently, he was silently sending death threats to his captain for even asking that.

“When I finish the projects I have currently so they don’t fall by the wayside when we travel to North America.” 

“So not until next week? Or even then?” 

“I will be with all of you while we travel to North America before then I’m not sure. I have a lot of final projects I need to do for clients that came before all of you.” He nodded his head and kept his chin down. You looked over to Seonghwa who was closest to him and he was offering you a small nod that he would help take care of Hongjoong. For how much of an ass he was then you still deeply cared for him. 

“Noona, that store you were mentioning is closing soon, we should head out so we can make it in time!” You looked to Wooyoung and gave him a nod of your head while the other boys started pouting. 

“I’ll see all of you soon. Take care of yourselves. I love you.” You placed a kiss on all of their cheeks and Hongjoong jumped when you gave him the same treatment, it wouldn’t be fair to him if you didn’t give him the same love even if you were still frustrated with his actions. 

Without a word you did your glasses routine and sapped your visor down. You offered them a nod and a small flying kiss before turning to Wooyoung and gently putting his visor down. “Can you take the backpack?” 

He nodded to you and you picked the backpack up to help him into it. When he was situated you turned to throw your leg over Ink and motioned for him to follow. He had perfectly situated himself behind you and put his feet on the pegs you had pointed out to Hongjoong what felt like forever ago. “Ready?” 

“Always.” You turned on the motorcycle and the boys surrounding you took a couple of steps back. You took off and Wooyoung was cackling behind you. A small smile came to your own face. 

When you pulled into the parking lot of the mall you slowed to a stop in one of the closer parking spaces and turned off Ink. Wooyoung was practically bouncing as he got off the motorcycle. When you got off you did your glasses routine and clipped your helmet to the small hook set on your thigh bag. Wooyoung was standing there watching you with what you’d assume is a grin. As soon as you stepped close enough he sat sidesaddle on Ink and tilted his head to the sky. You decided that it would be fun to be a bit of a tease so you let the words slip from your mouth like a praise. “Good boy.” 

His adams apple bobbed and you could tell immediately he was going to be red faced as soon as you had the helmet off of him. As the clip came free you let your fingers skim the bottom of his chin as you gently pulled the helmet off. A small almost imperceptible whimper came from the man seated in front of you. You let out a small huff of laughter through your nose and tucked the helmet on the side opposite to where yours was situated.

”Hold this and stay still Aein (Sweetheart).” You handed him the helmet and he gently put it on his lap while you moved to fix his helmet hair. He was leaning into you so heavily you worried that if you moved your hands away from him he would fall forward. 

“I think I have it fixed,” his eyes wandered up to yours and he was watching you closely with his wide boba eyes. You held out your hand for the helmet and he placed his hand in yours to intertwine your fingers. The laughter that came out was immediate. 

“Why are you laughing noona?” Wooyoung had stood up and tilted his head at you. He had the helmet in the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“I was going to take the helmet, Aein (Sweetheart), but I appreciate the sentiment.” His face turned an even deeper red than it had been– and not because of the summer heat. He offered you the helmet and you took it from him before chastely placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Cute.” —He grumbled something under his breath— “What was that?” 

“Nothing Noona.” You squinted at him and he folded like a card. 

“I’m not cute.” Your laughter increased.

”You hang out with Yeo too much. So what are you then? Sexy? Handsome? Pretty? Beautiful? Brat? or Mine?" His brain needed a second to process the words coming out of your mouth. When he stopped buffering he sputtered. 

“Yours, always your Brat Noona.” Your eyebrows raised as he slapped a hand over his mouth and his eyes almost popped out of his head. 

“Then be a good brat for me and turn around so I can put the helmet away.” He scrambled up off Ink before turning his back to you. You were holding back your laughter at how quickly he complied with your demand. When the helmet was clipped into place you rested your hand on his shoulder and leaned in. 

“Always my brat huh?” He almost leapt away from you and you started giggling while he landed a light smack to your arm. 

“Noona, don’t be mean.” 

“As if you are in any place to make demands Aein (Sweetheart).” You turned on your heel and started walking, the helmet attached to your thigh bag was swinging lightly and every so often it would hit your leg. You could hear him before you felt him, his hand was immediately intertwined with yours as you made your way into the mall. With a glance you saw that he had pulled out a mask and a ball cap to put on. You reached into your thigh bag and pulled yours out to put on too. (Hat) If you were going to be out in public with him you had to be careful. 

Throughout the entire time you and Wooyoung were shopping he never strayed far from your side. He had pointed all of the things out that San may like and you almost immediately put them into the small basket you were toting around. He was just talking to fill the space while you listened, and when he dragged you into a clothing store you knew you were in for some fun. 

He was leading you straight to the hoodies and more comfortable things and when you made it he was bouncing in excitement. You let go of his hand and he looked back to you questioningly and when you motioned for him to start looking he quickly came over to press a masked kiss to your cheek that was also covered. He was immediately looking for something specific and as soon as he found it he held two hoodies up to you. It was a pair, something you would see in a cute couples ad, they read: “The Yapper, The Listener” 

It couldn’t have been more perfect, both hoodies were black with white text. “Can I get them for us, Noona?” 

His entire face was pleading with you, and you could only see his eyes. They were sparkling in the weird lighting of the store. You knew he would beg you and possibly do it anyway even if you said no. “You can if you would like Aein (Sweetheart). I would be more than happy to wear a cute matching hoodie with you.” 

The joy that immediately flickered to life in his eyes was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen. He rushed past you and immediately made his way to the counter where the woman was smiling at his enthusiasm as he approached. You followed at your own pace and came up to the counter while she was laughing at something he said. Her eyes caught on you and she straightened just barely before looking back at Wooyoung. She told him the total and he handed over his card before turning to glance at you. He gently brought his hands up to fix a piece of your hair and readjust your glasses while she was doing as she needed to with his card. His voice was barely audible as he spoke. “Thank you for listening to me yap, and not being afraid of doing fun things with me and matching with me.”

You grabbed his hand, “I wouldn’t trade it for the world, and your yapping is kinda cute.” 

The woman behind the counter held out the small bag to you and Wooyoung immediately took it from her with a polite bow. He grabbed your hand and let his fingers intertwine with yours. “One more stop before I have to go to my meeting, Aein (sweetheart).” 

This time you led him toward your favorite jewelry store. As you walked in you could feel the happiness radiate from him. You brought him over to the case and started looking for a specific piece you knew he would love. As soon as you spotted it you waved over the clerk, Wooyoung had wandered off so you could surprise him with the anxiety spinner ring. When you were finished ringing up you turned to see if you could find Woo, he was close to the display of necklaces looking over all of them thoughtfully. You walked up to him and put your chin on his shoulder around the backpack. He jumped and turned to see who you were, as soon as he met your eyes behind the thick framed glasses he relaxed. 

“I got you something,” his eyes widened to comical levels. When you handed him the small bag he all but snatched it out from your grip. You held your hand out for the trash and without looking he placed the sack in your hand. His eyes were glued to the small box, when he opened it a small gasp left him. 

“I know you like to mess with my rings so I figured you could have this while I'm not with you. It spins in the middle and is made of good quality metal.” his arms immediately wrapped around you and you were in a bone crushing hug. A small wheeze left you and you tucked yourself closer to him; as if that was possible with the hold he had on you. 

“You’re the best.” 

“Sangie says the same thing,” he pulled away from you and gave you a mocking glare before pulling the ring out and putting it on his thumb like one of yours was. He worried his thumb against the side of his hand and he was smiling the entire time he watched it spin. 

“We should get you back, I need to get to a team meeting to go over some things we need to do before we start traveling.” His pout was immediate and you let out a small snort. 

“That won’t work with me, don’t be a brat.” He straightened up and you grabbed his hand with a smile. You lead him back out to Ink and when you got there, there were a couple of people hanging out close to the bike. You clicked the keys and the small horn went off effectively scaring the small group of younger men away from it. Wooyoung let out a laugh and you snickered with him as you approached. When you both were in range Wooyoung sat on the motorcycle and tilted his head at you just like a cat would when they are expecting something. You walked behind him and unclipped the helmet before taking off his mask and hat and placing the helmet onto his head. When you handed them back to him he stuffed them into one of his pockets. After getting him set up you placed the small things into the backpack and zipped it up. You put your helmet on and he was already standing there watching you. When you got onto Ink he followed shortly after. He was cuddled up as close as he could be and you were smiling as you started the motorcycle and headed back to KQ. 

When you got to KQ you parked and he got off quickly. For the first time today he took the helmet off himself; with a small struggle with the finicky chin strap. You had your helmet off and sitting on Ink long before he did his. As soon as it was off his helmet hair was everywhere. You brought your hand up to fix it and he was grinning at you as he closed his eyes while he leaned into your hand. When you were finished fixing his long hair his eyes shot open before he tugged you into a burning kiss. You melted into his hold as he let his trembling fingers lace themselves under the plait of your hair. He was trying to lead the kiss but you took over giving his hair a small tug. A small groan broke free of his throat before he could stifle it and you smiled into the kiss before breaking it. 

“Always my bratty yapper.” your whisper sent him into almost hysterics, you were laughing as some of the other boys walked out of the building and looked at you weird. 

“I think they might be waiting on you to leave,” his head whipped around and San was waving at him. He turned back to you and started taking off the backpack. Once it was in your hands you pulled out his hoodie and handed it to him. He slipped it on over his head and you shook your head at him.

“It’s hot as hell out here and you’re putting on a hoodie?” 

“It’s never too hot outside for good style.” –He pulled you into a hug as you threw the backpack over your shoulder– “Thank you for today, I’m glad I got to see you, we miss having you around so much.”

“Thank you for saving me from the conversation with Joongie earlier. I promise you’ll see me more soon. You guys will have to put up with me for seven weeks straight here within the next couple of weeks anyway. Also, I was serious about the no cuddles if you say a word about the party to the others.” You felt him nod against you before he pulled away from you and pulled you into a gentle kiss. The sad thing was, as soon as it started it ended. When he pulled away from you he gave your ass a light smack before practically running from you and to the boys. With a roll of your eyes and a smile you turned back toward the bike to put your helmet on and get everything situated to go to the meeting with your team. 

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[vynnyal]

*dumps this directly on your lawn* have this

[supremefloof]

@cedarwrought i throw the brick gently

wreck doodle :D

[chaseisglitched]

wait you don't need to completely disregard previous appearances just because c!jack is retconned. there are still elements you can pick apart wait come back please

[smal5504]

bfdia tumblr...

tomorrow.

my pin bfdia hyperanalysis tomorrow.

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[mangocurist]

Yknow I'm genuinely curious is Parrotx2 that bad of a writer or is it just with his character and other characters close to him?

- @kaed-khaos

id say hes a good writer in the way that jk rowling is a good writer: unintentionally, only looking from a very specific lense, and only if you lack critical thinking skills and aren't invested in anyone else besides him. ill say for the record i honestly probably wouldnt have noticed it if not for me being a wifies fan- and its like, i can give him a little bit of leeway for making everything skewed in his favor because he was a lifestealer. thats what theyre best at, painting themselves in a good light and everyone else in a bad one. but in a series like uu, where we Never get Any objective content because its always seen from the mcs perspective and most side characters are limited to only one mc as well as have their lines and roles scripted by their respective mc, parrots ls mentality is what really leads to his storytelling downfall. because he cant help but make himself look good always, at the cost of his and other side characters depth

[customizablefriend]

My true self still loves Tommyinnit I am still an inniter at heart I have not changed

[phoenixyfriend]

I try not to make a lot of original posts on topics I don't actually have any expertise on, but I haven't seen a whole lot of posts going around that actually... explain what happened and why? Like, the actual order of events, the history, and so on. I want to reblog reference posts and explanations by people who actually know what they're talking about, but I haven't seen anything that hits the buttons I need to actually get a political situation... but I have seen some stuff on other platforms.

So here are some videos I've personally found useful in understanding Israel-Palestine, because that's the format I've found most useful in processing information of this nature:

Why Israel was Originally Attacked from RealLifeLore (explains the decades of political dynamics, internal demographic tensions, and power shifts leading up to the current conflict; notably the best I've seen at actually explaining what 'Israeli Occupation' actually means)

Israel-Hamas War: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO) (commentary on the actual current situation in terms of who's getting attacked, why, and what the international ramifications so far are)

What's Happening in Israel and Why with Nathan Thrall from Adam Conover, series Factually (a discussion with an on-the-ground journalist about what life was like on the ground for Palestinian people in the areas under Israeli control during the last few years, just up to the attacks themselves)

I'm not going to claim these are comprehensive or completely unbiased (there are a few moments where I'm not entirely sure of the bias levels myself), but for people like myself who came into all this unsure of what the actual situation even is, I think these are a solid set to build up an basic understanding from which to put together opinions on future information.

I can't tell anyone what to think about how or why any of this is happening. I can only really tell you that what's going on right now is a crime on the level of attempted genocide, and that the years leading up to that have been an absolute mess on almost all fronts.

Again, I have no expertise on this subject. I just know what kind of video essay, political commentary, and interview style makes things understandable to me, personally, and might work for others. Please be courteous and kind in the comments and tags, as I am only sharing this because I haven't seen such a resource making the rounds yet, not actually trying to sway anyone in a particular direction beyond "the mass death needs to stop."

If you know of similar, relatively unbiased* resources, feel free to share.

* By 'relatively unbaised,' I don't mean taking or not taking a side; I just mean that it doesn't try to hide some information or other in favor of pushing a narrative, doesn't try to generalize a population, or doesn't seem to be trying to use emotional gut reactions to get readers or viewers to jump past reason or compassion.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl learning that there's someone out there with actual filmed evidence/footage of Stan Lee suffering elder abuse from the people around him and is now using it in a documentary on kickstarter...is just making me feel so angry at the person with the footage??? They have actual footage and therefore evidence for the elder abuse Stan suffered until he died, they could have used it to help Stan Lee and expose the elder abuse early on, they could have used it sooner then six-seven years later! But no, they just shove it on a kickstarter and ask for around $300,000 just to finish the documentary with the footage in it, listing stuff that it's needed for that I don't think they even need like can that someone explain why they need set construction in a documentary meant to expose the elder abuse Stan Lee suffered in his final years??? It's putting literal evidencea and footage behind a pay wall of a-lot of money and that someone acting like they give a shit, when moist cr1tikal literally caught in the trailer that someone seemingly joining in the abuse with some joke attempts and acting like they couldn't do anything but film the abuse when they could have tried at least to show the footage/evidence to people who could do something.