#and Sara kinda saw her as the ‘golden child’ the ‘one they loved more’

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My moodboards, arrowverse au

Laurel lance, the black canary and sara lance, ravenger later the white canary daughters of dinah lance the original black canary

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So I was planning to make this post to just gush over how much I’ve fallen in love with Milo Murphy’s Law, but then I remembered that I’m not that good at writing coherent thoughts, so I apologize for this rambling mess if anyone reads this.

The Show Itself

So, yeah Milo Murphy’s Law. I remember hearing about this show last year and of course saw that amazing peach clip, but other than that I didn’t look much into it and just let it be. 

However on the one time youtube actually gave me a good recommendation and I ended up in a loop of MML clips. (namely clips of Dakota >.>)

In the end I’m so happy to have finally given the show a proper try because it is amazing. The animation is really nice and at various moments there’s these really amazing bits of really fluid animation for certain movements.

Also I tend to be kinda meh to iffy about shows where there’s songs involved especially continuous shows but the songs in MML are so enjoyable. They’re either catchy, funny or both and actually an enjoyable treats to listen to.

However all of this is even more enjoyable due how fantastic and the setting and characters are. 

I mean I’ve seen characters or similar things where a character/the protagonist has some sort of “affliction” that causes trouble for them routinely and the show typically focuses on the characters ups and downs, struggles to make friends, their hardship of being accepted and other things. So it was so nice to come into a show where Milo is just a walking chaos magnet but he’s already has friends, is well liked and no one is ostracizing him from the community or from activities. It’s like so nice to see a story where all of that is avoided to focus on what adventures and mishaps the characters can get in and out off. 

At the same time it’s nice to see that Murphy’s Law is understood with a healthy dose of realism (as far as cartoon can get) in this show. Milo understands Murphy’s Law can be a problem and doesn’t get offended when people want to be cautious around him and others aren’t all that jumpy around him. I mean they glance around their environment every now and then but they aren’t constantly panicking 24/7.

I also love that that there is a generation of Murphy’s. Like despite the curse like nature of Murphy’s Law the Murphy men have been able to find wives that dearly love them and carry on a family. I constantly think about it whenever I see Brigette and Martin or Milo and Amanda interact.

Speaking of interacting I love these characters. All of them are really enjoyable. Even characters that aren’t really set to be all that pleasant; Mr. Block, Elliot, Savannah, Brick, Bradley; I find to be really enjoyable. I like that Melissa is allowed to be this tough girl without the show trying to go frequently out of its way to mention how she isn’t girly, but then she’s also got fears that aren’t mocked and is a nerd who works on making sure her grades are always good and is just so sure of herself. I like how Zack is this ex-boy band member whose allowed to be on the cowardly side and more sensitive without being criticized and is willing to try to turn situations around and grow through his experiences with Milo.

The rest of the cast is golden as well. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a show where the school faculty was actually really fun to see and not overly stupid, neglectful or constantly angry. It’s nice to see that the school staff has actual personalities and are capable of getting along with their students. The other students are pretty fun to and really help round out the characters. Also the Murphy family is just so sweet. I love that Sara can be so geeky without being mocked, that both parents are successful but also very caring and supportive off their children and that they don’t let Murphy’s Law hinder them in being around one another. I’m not going to go into too much about them (running out of energy) but I have to give alot of props to Amanda’s character. While she’s set up to the be this tightly wound perfectionist its nice to see that she’s able to be silly and have fun and I was so thrilled that they didn’t try to make a long standing story thread about her being a perfectionist and Milo being being basically an embodiment of chaos get in the way of their relationship developing.

Even the more minor characters really fun. I genuinely enjoy Trucker Ted’s whole gag and get a little excited whenever I see a truck on the show. Seriously I regret getting into the show so late, but I’m glad I finally did.

My Favorite Characters

Since I’m running out of energy I’m just going to list my favs and bullet point why I like them.

Vinnie Dakota

His build/design

He’s so short, like what only a foot or so taller than Milo and co

He’s adorably chubby and yet light enough Cavendish (or Cav is just really strong) can easily lift him up or hold him

The fact that he’s just had the hair for his entire life just in varying sizes

And thanks to Cavendish we also know he’s got a decently squishy face apparently.

His Personality

Like he’s played mostly like a typical laid back guy but he’s surprisingly grounded. I seriously did not expect for him to point out Cavendish’s flaws and make some solid arguments given their season 2 predicament. Like how Cavendish needs to stop gunning for trying to save the world and how they can’t risk their jobs because they can’t time travel and fix things like they used to and they have to pay for rent

He’s also genuinely nice. I seriously love how him being nice made his disguise work for him during the second Pistachion take over and how that never came back to blow his cover.

Also despite how things are going he does try to make the best of things. 

Give this man his action moment.

I’m serious about that previous statement btw. He made a one liner, slid over the roof of a car, did a dramatic dive and tried to ram an airboat through a steel grate. Just give him his successful moment

He’s clearly being set up to be one of the more action oriented characters and overall he’s pretty good at it

Extra things

The fact that he’s a near bottomless pit when it comes to food

He was utterly adorable as a child

He loves animals and the zoo

And speaking of which I think it’s a shame that we haven’t seen Dakota eating animal crackers in this show

He’s an absolute angel of a best friend

Milo Murphy

His personality

I love that Milo is a sweetheart who understands peoples caution around him at time, but I love that it doesn’t stop with him being nice until he hits the usual dramatic breaking point

It’s nice to see that he can have a healthy level of sarcasm or frustration with both other’s and Murphy’s Law itself

It’s to see a character like this with a nice but also rounded personality instead of the whole nice until a breaking point or nice with no concept on how to be mean and when someone is being mean to them.

Murphy’s Law

Yeah Milo’s past and current events are hilarious. You can never tell how things out of control and as such it brings some fun when we get to see how they resolve themselves or what Milo will use to fix the problem.

Diogee

I don’t have much to say about Diogee.

He’s one of the (or the given my memory) cutest designed dogs that I have ever seen

I thought I would get sick of the “go home” gimmick but I ended up liking it

And his episodes are surprisingly fun

And yeah. Like I said I’m love this show but lack of coherent thoughts and running out of steam has made it difficult for me to continue writing more for this post.

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Red Strings- Chapter 4

(Tagging @inuyashaeienni and @cstormsinukagblog . Anyone else who wants to be tagged, let me know!

Warning: This contains coarse language.)

Inuyasha stared at Kagome, who blinked at him in surprise at his sudden entrance while Taro panted and wagged his tail as if all was right with the world. The half-demon felt his breath hitch in his throat as he continued to gape at the girl, who stood up straight while holding an empty tray to her chest. After what felt like hours, Inuyasha cleared his throat as he approached her, or rather, his dog. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "This is my dog, Taro. He...he got away from me." "Oh, it's okay," Kagome said as she pet the Akita in question on the head. "He's not bothering me." "Yeah, well," Inuyasha started, "I don't want you to get in any trouble so I'm just gonna take him and go." He then clipped Taro's collar back around his neck. "C'mon, boy." As he turned to leave, however, Taro yelped as he tried to dig his claws into the floor. "T-Taro, come on!" "W-wait!" Kagome exclaimed, causing Inuyasha to look at her. "I...I'm actually about to get off for lunch and I don't have to come back for at least an hour." "Oh," Inuyasha realized. "Well...I'm about to go to a ramen place. It's not far from here...you wanna come with me?" "...Well, that sounds lovely," Kagome smiled while Taro panted excitedly, his tail still wagging a mile a minute. XXX

"Here you go!" announced a waiter as he handed the pair two bowls of tonkotsu ramen. "Enjoy your meal!" "Thank you," Kagome said as she sat at the booth with Inuyasha while Taro lied underneath them. "Yeah, thanks," Inuyasha said before he and Kagome both put their hands together. "Itadakimasu!" they both exclaimed before they began to dig in. "Mmm...this is good!" Kagome said. "Yeah, you see why I come down here, now and then," Inuyasha replied as he slurped the noodles. Taro whined as he sat up on his haunches and licked his lips, hungrily, causing his master to sigh as he picked up a slice of pork belly from his soup and fed it to the Akita, who happily accepted the treat. Kagome giggled as she watched Taro before she gently scratched behind his ears, causing him to thump his leg on the floor. "He's really cute," Kagome smiled. "Thanks," Inuyasha said. "I got him 5 years ago from a shelter. He was from some kind of puppy mill situation and he was due to be put down, so I adopted him right then and there." "So, do you walk him or does he walk you?" Kagome asked, causing Inuyasha to snort. "Okay, that made me laugh a little," he said. "But the fresh air does us both some good." He then sighed. "Especially when I just need to get out of the house..." "What do you mean?" Kagome asked. "Did something happen you got back home?" "...I...I kinda got into it with my Dad," Inuyasha answered. "Again. He keeps telling me to find a job. I told him I'm working on it!" "I take it this happens often?" Kagome inquired. "Keh!" Inuyasha scoffed. "More than I'd like...and my Mom doesn't help, sometimes." "Why?" Kagome queried. "What does she do?" "...She treats me like I'm still in preschool," Inuyasha said. "I mean...it's not that I don't appreciate the things she does. I get it, she's my Mom. She likes to dote on me, but...she can be a little...a little...oh, jeez, what's the word?" "...Overbearing?" Kagome asked. "Yes," Inuyasha answered. "I mean...not in a bullying, domineering kind of way, though...she just tends to be a little much. I mean...I guess it's because I got bullied in school when I was little, and I can't really blame her for that, but I'm 21 now and I don't need her smothering me! Even Shippo thinks she goes a little overboard, sometimes!" "And...who is Shippo?" asked Kagome, fiddling a bit with the seaweed. "My younger brother," Inuyasha answered. "He's okay...sometimes." "You have two brothers?" Kagome inquired. "Well...Shippo's adopted," Inuyasha clarified. "He's a fox demon...about 50 years old...in human years, though, that's five." "Ah, so he's still a child," Kagome nodded. "He looks like a kid," Inuyasha said, "but he sure seems more mature than my family. Honestly, I think he's more bearable than Sesshomaru is, half the time. My Dad was never this uptight with him!" "...What does your brother do for a living?" asked Kagome. "Oh...he's an actor," Inuyasha said. "He's in movies." "Really?" Kagome inquired as her eyes widened. "What kind?" "Uh...ever heard of Vampire Knight Yūyake?" asked Inuyasha. "Yeah, it's a movie franchise about a vampire named Yūyake who protects a kingdom and a human princess named Sara from monsters and invaders," Kagome said before she gasped in realization. "Wait! So that's why your brother looked so familiar when I saw him! He's Yūyake from the movies!" "Yeah, he also starred in The Reaper Diaries and Yokai Noir," Inuyasha said as he slurped up more noodles. "He's still an asshole, though...what Rin sees in him, I'll never know." Kagome was about to ask who Rin was, but decided that it probably wasn't important. "So what do you do?" asked Inuyasha. "Oh, nothing special," Kagome said as she stirred the noodles, ginger, and green onions around in the broth. "I go to Tokyo University with my best friend and I work part-time at a cafe. I used to live with my Mom, my Grandpa, and my little brother, but I moved out after I graduated from high school." She then slurped up her noodles. "Where did you live before?" Inuyasha inquired. "I lived in an old shrine that belonged to my Dad's side of the family," Kagome said. "My Mom runs the place, now...ever since my Grandpa died a couple months, ago, actually." "Oh," Inuyasha muttered, his ears drooping. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize." Taro whimpered, as if in agreement. "No, it's fine," Kagome reassured. "He's with my Dad and Grandma, now. That's all I could ever want." "Do you still see your family?" asked Inuyasha. "Now and then, yeah," Kagome answered. "If I can't go see them, though, they'll come and see me, instead. My brother's in high school, by now, and after that, he plans on going to medical school to learn how to be a doctor." "Huh," Inuyasha muttered. "That's interesting." "Yeah," Kagome smiled. "He also has a girlfriend named Hitomi. I met her a few years ago, actually. I swear, they're so cute together!" She then pulled out her phone, tapped her finger on the gallery icon, and showed Inuyasha a picture of a teenage boy with dark brown hair with his arm wrapped around a girl with wavy brown hair that was tied up in the back. The boy was kissing her cheek, causing her to laugh as he held up his phone and winked at the camera, and Inuyasha could see that they were at the ice skating rink. "Is that him?" asked Inuyasha. "Yeah, this is Sota," Kagome said as she pointed to the boy. "He kinda looks a bit like my Dad...except without the glasses. He sent me this last week, actually." Inuyasha chuckled. "You, uh...you've got a pretty interesting family, there, Kagome," he said. "If you like," Kagome said, "I could introduce you to him and my Mom, one day...and maybe I could meet your family?" "Uh...I dunno about that," Inuyasha said. "I'll have to ask." "Well, you let me know and I'll let you know, okay?" Kagome asked. "...Yeah, that sounds good," Inuyasha nodded. "Great," Kagome grinned before she continued eating, while Inuyasha side-eyed her while he ate his meal, as well. '...She really does look like Kikyo...no wonder I mistook her for her when I was drunk outta my ass...and yet...she seems so much different, too.' As Kagome was about to take another bite, she noticed Inuyasha staring at her, causing her to blink at him, curiously. "What?" she asked. "Uh...nothing," Inuyasha replied as he went back to eating while Kagome stared at him. '...He looks pretty handsome, now that I look at him, again...and I can't quite place it...but he seems sad inside, too...I wonder if it has something to do with that 'Kikyo' person he kept calling me, the other night.' After a while, the two had finished their meal. "Gochisousama-deshita," they said while clapping their hands together. Even Taro bowed his head and had his front paws together in prayer, which made Kagome laugh. "I guess even a pet dog has manners," she said, causing Inuyasha to chuckle as he pet the Akita on the head. As Kagome reached into her purse, though, Inuyasha quickly grabbed her by the arm. Not roughly, of course, just a gentle grip to get her attention. "Oh, no, please," he said as he reached into his pocket, "I'll pay for it." "Really?" asked Kagome. "Sure," Inuyasha replied as he put the money on the counter. "What do you take me for? Some cheap-ass jerk?" "...No," Kagome smiled as they got up from the counter and headed outside. "Thanks for lunch." "No problem," Inuyasha said. "You think you wanna do this again, sometime?" asked Kagome. "Uh...maybe," Inuyasha replied, his cheeks turning a light pink, as well as the tips of his ears. "Well, you let me know," Kagome said as she handed him a slip of paper. "Here, have my number. You can call me...or text me. It doesn't matter." "Oh!" Inuyasha exclaimed as he took it. "Uh...thanks. Do...do you want mine?" "It would make things a little easier," Kagome said as Inuyasha entered his number onto the notes in her phone. "Thanks. Well, I gotta get back to work. See you later?" "...Yeah," Inuyasha said, while Kagome chuckled and walked off, but not before she turned and waved goodbye to him one last time, causing him to wave back with this somewhat awkward yet goofy kind of grin. Taro seemed to smile up at his master before he pawed at his leg, causing Inuyasha to look down at him. "...Well...that was fun, huh, boy?" the half-demon asked, causing the Akita to bark in response. "Well...I think it's time we started heading back, huh?" Taro barked again, causing Inuyasha to chuckle before he began to walk...but then he stopped in his tracks as his nose twitched. Then he growled as he turned around, his hair rising and his fangs bared as his golden eyes met deep blue ones, which caused Taro to growl as well. "I thought I smelled your stench, you fucking wolf..." A pause...before Koga stepped out from the shadows, his hands shoved down his jacket pockets and his lip pulled up slightly to reveal his glinting fangs. "We meet again, mutt. So...what were you doin', gettin' all chummy with my girl?"

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I’ve Got Friends In Low Places

It started when I was a kid.

My mom thought it was adorable that I had an imaginary friend. She wasn’t concerned at all when 4-year-old me sat in my bedroom, with toys all around me, happily chatting with no one.

She laughed it off when I told her that “his name is Simon and he looks kind of funny.” She admitted years later that she figured I meant that he was big and furry or something. The imaginary friends of small children almost never resemble humans.

When I was 8 years old, she sat me down and explained that “you’re getting a little old for imaginary friends.” When I cried and insisted that Simon was real, just like I had for years, she grew concerned.

My first appointment with a therapist came soon after.

I was asked, for the first time since forming the ability to describe him in more detail, what Simon looked like.

“He’s tall, has dark hair, white eyes, and purple-ish skin.”

I remember the therapist barely looking up from her notepad as she asked “does he look like you or me?”

“He’s not as old as you, and he’s a boy… but kinda, I guess.”

She smirked and scribbled on the paper. “So he looks like a person?”

“I don’t know. I guess. I’ve never seen a person like him, though.”

I was asked if Simon ever told me to do things (no), if he was ever mean to me (no), and who I thought Simon was.

“He’s my friend.” That’s what I truly believed. After all, he had never done anything to show me otherwise.

The therapist told my mom that it was a little odd for a child who no longer believed in Santa Clause to still have an imaginary friend, but that I was probably just lonely and had an overactive imagination. She recommended that my mom keep an eye on me, and offered to see me again if any other problems arose.

It wasn’t until about a year later that my mom began to believe that Simon was more than fantasy. She had come to get me from my room for dinner and opened the door without knocking. I remember laughing at the funny noise that escaped her mouth when Simon dropped the book he was holding.

For a while, my mom asked a lot of questions and hung around me a lot more than normal. I answered the questions the best that I could and enjoyed the extra time with her. It had never occured to me that she was scared.

One Friday I came home from school and she told me I was spending the night with my Aunt Beth. When I came home the next day, my room smelled funny and Simon was gone.

I was sad to see him gone. Simon was my friend, and I didn’t have many of those. That changed over the next few years. I blossomed, physically and socially, and by the time I was 14, Simon was an afterthought.

That was, until I found the cross in my closet.

I was helping mom with Spring cleaning and decided to clean off the top shelf that was overflowing with board games and VHS tapes that we no longer had a way to play. On the wall way in the back, was a wooden crucifix with a golden-colored Jesus in the middle.

I was surprised to find it. After all, we weren’t the slightest bit religious. I shrugged and figured that it was probably left by a previous tenant and we had just never noticed it. We weren’t very tall, my mother and I, and it was exceedingly rare for either of use to break out the step-ladder to see into the back of the top of my messy closet. We didn’t even start using the shelf until I grew out of needing a toy box and needed a place to store things.

I threw it in the garbage bag and continued with my task.

A few nights later, I woke up in the middle of the night. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn’t for no reason.

thump… thump… scraaaaape

I looked around the room, wondering where the quiet sound was coming from.

thump… thump… scraaaaaape

It was a little louder now. I got out of bed and looked out the window, thinking one of my neighbors was being stupid and loud.

thump… thump… scraaaaape

Even louder now, it was followed by what sounded like the air conditioning kicking on. Except it wasn’t warm enough for my mom to turn on the AC, and there wasn’t a vent in my closet.

I turned to the closet door just in time to hear three sharp knocks. I called out to my mother, but I was so scared that my voice didn’t want to come out any louder than a whimper. It didn’t matter, though. She heard what came next.

BANG BANG BANG

The pounding was so hard that the closet door shook on it’s hinges.

BANG BANG BANG

I started to sob as I backed toward the door to the hallway.

BANG BANG BANG

The wood of my closet door started to crack under the force of the beating.

I felt a hand wrap around my arm as the air filled with shrieks. I didn’t realize until my mom had dragged me outside that my scream was one of them. She pushed me into the car, got in herself, and peeled out of the driveway.

I looked back at the house as we raced down the street. A bright flash of orange lit up a window on the second floor. My window.

We stayed at my Aunt’s house for a few days. There were a few times when I walked into the room and their hushed conversation came to a sudden halt. Any questions I asked were met with non-committal answers.

I was still a child, and still scared. They didn’t want to worry me.

I was worried, though… and angry. I wanted to go home, regardless of what happened there. I wanted my things, and my school materials, and my bed. Aunt Beth’s couch pulled out into a bed, but it was lumpy and made a lot of noise with every movement. Worst of all, in my teenage mind, was the fact that Aunt Beth lived at least a 30 minute drive from any of my friends. Not that my social life was going very well.

It turns out that coming to school with an outlandish story about a monster in your closet doesn’t bode well for popularity. I went from a bit of a social butterfly to more than a bit of an outcast. I had one friend left: Melanie.

Melanie was the more eccentric of my friends, so I wasn’t overly surprised when she eagerly accepted my story as truth and stood by my side when everyone else slipped away quietly. Where other people were whispering judgements and giving me sideways glances, she was asking questions and hanging on to every answer.

One day she rushed to my side, hooked her arm through mine, and excitedly told me “I think I know what happened, but I need more evidence.”

Less than an hour later, my mom gave me permission to “study for a test at Melanie’s house” and we had a plan.

We were going to my house, we were going to find answers, and we were going to fight the beast.

I wasn’t so stoked about that last part, but I wanted to know what the hell was happening and I wanted to get some of my things. Melanie was confident that I encountered one of two things, though, and that she could vanquish either one.

So when school let out, we embarked on our mission.

The house looked innocent enough in the daylight, but as soon as we walked through the front door that innocence faded. Everything looked fine, but there was a feeling in the air… a suffocating dread. Every step I took, my instincts begged me to turn around.

By the time we reached the top of the stairs, my head was spinning. It felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. It was like it was determined to flee on its own if I wouldn’t. We arrived at my bedroom just as I was questioning whether or not I could actually do this. The door was closed, despite the fact that I was sure we had left it open in our desperation to get away quickly.

I was practically gasping for air as Melanie pushed open the door, much harder than she should have had to. As soon as she did, a strong, disgusting smell filled the air. It was like rotten eggs that had been left on top of the garbage can beneath a hot sun.

Melanie didn’t judge me when I puked on the floor. She looked like she was close to doing it herself.

My bedroom was trashed. What was once my closet door was now a bunch of wooden shards spread all over the place. The clothes that hung neatly before were now strewn throughout the room, along with most of my belongings. It was all covered in a strange, dark green liquid.

The mess wasn’t the most shocking thing, though. That honor belonged to the creature sitting on my bed with a book in his purple-skinned hands.

“S-Simon?” I croaked.

He looked amused, but his tone had a hint of annoyance when he spoke. “It’s about time you came back here. I was getting bored. Miss me?”

“What. The. Fuck? Sara, what the fuck?” I had never heard Melanie swear before, but I guess the situation called for it. Simon seemed to notice her for the first time after her little outburst. His expression darkened.

“Who’s this?” There was venom in the inquiry. Before I could answer, Melanie raised a cross that I hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and started yelling in some other language.

Simon’s colorless eyes flashed, both with an expression of anger and with literal light, as he let out a howl. He leapt from the bed and knocked Melanie to the floor, landing on top of her. I saw a puff of smoke come from his hand when he plucked the cross from her fingers and threw it across the room. The window broke and any hope I had tumbled to the ground below with the cross.

Melanie kept yelling until Simon ripped her throat out with his teeth. They looked sharper than I remembered.

Simon roared. I stepped back. He rose to his feet and rushed toward me. I tried to run, but he was much faster. His hand wrapped around my throat and he lifted me off of the ground.

“You were going to get rid of me? I came back for you! I could almost excuse your idiot mother for sending me back to that shit-hole, but you?” He pulled me closer, putting his face so close to mine that I could feel how hot his breath was. “I was wrong about you,” he seethed.

I scratched and pulled at his fingers, trying to release myself from his grasp while simultaneously trying to pull air into my burning lungs. I kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Simon laughed at my efforts.

“I was going to take you away. Make you like me. I loved you, Sara. Now, though… well, you don’t deserve how quick this will end.” He flexed his fingers. I didn’t even think he could grip my throat any tighter, but he could, and he did.

My vision started to fade at the edges. I thought the far-away singing that I heard was my oxygen-deprived brain trying to make my death a little more pleasant until Simon snarled and threw me against the wall.

When I came to, I was laying on the grass of my neighbor’s house across the street. My mom was stroking my hair and crying, a middle-aged man that I didn’t recognize was praying quietly, and my house was burning to the ground.

My mom never did tell me exactly what happened in between me being knocked out and waking up. She didn’t even introduce me to the praying man. All she said was “it’s over now, honey. He’s gone. We’re okay.”

That was 4 years ago. I’m in college now… therapy too. It wrapped up so nicely didn’t it? My mom and a stranger saved the day, and we all lived happily ever after.

Except… I can’t get a hold of my mom, and there’s someone knocking on my closet door.

[soul-music-is-life]

Thoughts While watching PLL “Game Over Charles”

1) I actually kinda dig the episodes where they start with action and not where they left off the last week. Creates fun suspense.

2) Wine Moms are still in the basement. I’m honestly more interested in what they were doing down there while their daughters were fucking shit up at prom.

3) Emily worried about her bae Ali gives me life.

4) “Aria, maybe you thought he was always happy to see you, but I could never get past the bulge in his pants.” CLASSIC Mona Vanderwaal, y’all.

5) Sara: “I’m calling Tanner.” Me: “Liar!”

6) Me the first time I saw the ep: “THAT MOTHER FUCKER KILLED JASON!” Me now: “Calm down, past me.”

7) Sara knows the password. She’s. A. Fucking. Traitor. Why can’t these girls see that?

8) Hanna touching all the equipment. She’s an actual child.

9) “Don’t be so dramatic, Ali.” I fucking love her. I don’t care that she’s a psycho.

10) The dramatic close-ups of the liars shocked faces were a little much. I’m giggling at the cheese.

11) How could the girls be dumb enough to think Tanner would be working for CeCe?

12) Baby Charles makes me so sad.

13) The real villain of the show is Kenneth DiLaurentis for not accepting Charles/CeCe.

14) The kid they got to play teen Charles was really good in the role.

15) So Bethany was Charles/CeCe’s friend, but bitch was cray.

16) Keeping up with the plot: Bethany killed Toby’s mom. Radley thought Charles did it. Jessica paid off Wilden to keep it quiet. They then faked Charles’ death, got Charles a sex-change operation, CeCe was born…then sent her back to Radley.

17) “One day classes were cancelled.” *pause* “Okay, I called in a bomb threat…” CeCe is so witty. I know I should hate her, but damn.

18) Jason is attracted to his own sister. This is some Game of Thrones type shit here.

19) More plot upkeep: Bethany found out Jessica was having an affair with her dad and lost her shit. She stole CeCe’s (twinsie) clothes and snuck out. CeCe thought Bethany was going to her hurt mother, so when she saw Ali from behind she thought she was Bethany and she tried to kill her.

20) Sasha Pieterse, Vanessa Ray, and Janel Parrish really nailed the scene where CeCe broke down about how she thought she killed Ali. Ali realizing that her sister was devastated, CeCe talking about how she’d lost her family because of it, and Mona realizing she killed an “innocent” person.

21) More plot upkeep: Mona killed Bethany. Melissa came upon the body and thought Spencer did it and buried Bethany alive. So Mona didn’t really kill Bethany. Melissa burying her alive is what killed her.

22) Cece got all her money investing. Regular Bitch on Wallstreet.

23) CeCe befriended Mona in Radley, but Mona was on drugs and didn’t know it. She thought she was talking to Ali. CeCe tricked Mona into telling them all the dirty secrets.

24) Awww, look, flashback to the liars meetcute with CeCe. How I wanted so badly for CeCe to be a good guy.

25) CeCe said she didn’t trust Mona, yet she believed her when Mona told her that the girls were happy that Ali was gone? What kinda fucked up bullshit is that?

26) “I knew if you were alive you’d show up if the girls were in trouble.” Yep, that trap at the cabin totally worked.

27) Me trying to keep up with the plot: “Okay, so CeCe hired a decoy in a red coat to distract Toby/Spencer that night at the cabin and then…holy shit, Sara Harvey is the other red coat!!! Wait, why am I surprised? I already knew this! But ohyGod, so deliciously dramatic.”

28) Shana set the fire at the cabin and that pissed CeCe off because it ruined her plan. What the actual hell are the writers smoking?

29) CeCe is the one who choked Ali out in her living room…and body checked her guard Golden Retriever puppy, Emily.

30) Ali: “You almost froze Aria and Spencer to death!” CeCe: “*sarcastically* Almost.” Ali: “You drove a car through Emily’s house!” CeCe: *a little too proud* “Yeah, and I almost cut her in half, too, but is she hurt?” Me: “Only emotionally.”

31) But for real, I think CeCe picked on Emily as much as she did because she was jealous that Ali loved Emily more than her.

32) CeCe was in the hoodie, Sara was the woman in black at Wilden’s funeral, and CeCe killed Wilden to protect Ali. I am so lost.

33) CeCe be like, “Sorry, Emily. But not really.” She’s such a beast.

34) Hanna comforting Emily is really authentic for me, because I’ve seen Ashley and Shay as the BFFs they are in real life.

35) Wait, what’s going on with the Wine Moms? I want to believe they pulled a crazy stunt to get out, but the reality is that Kenneth probably came home after he came out of his drug daze and let them out.

36) Mona’s got a goddamn shiv in her high heel. I’m rolling.

37) CeCe finding Jessica dead is so sad.

38) After CeCe’s bomb didn’t explode and she just goes, “Damn it.” I pictured Heath Ledger’s Joker being confused about the hospital not blowing up in Batman.

39) I love it when Emily punches people, especially when those “people” are Sara Harvey.

40) Spencer: “You better not come back from Savannah talking like a southerner, ya hear?” Aria: “You better not come back from Georgetown talking like a politician.” Me: “Team Sparia!”

41) No, all my precious baby liars are splitting up. No. But at least we got Emison hand holding.

42) I’m still salty the writers pretty much forgot they wrote this “He’s coming for you!” scene.

[amorremanet]

Sebastian: 2 + 38; Pete: 5 + 45; Margot: 25; Lucy: 26; Sara Grace: 13; Adelaide: 50? (...I apologize if this is just too many questions.)

oc questions meme that i totally didn’t forget about (except for how i kinda did, but mostly i was just lazy about typing up my longhand from saturday night)

SEBASTIAN2: What's a movie your character really, really doesn't enjoy?

Pretty much any and all horror is probably going to be on Seb’s, “can we please not” list, because he squicks really easily and does not have a good gag reflex when it comes to movies. He also gets emotionally affected and upset really easily, and arguably has an even worse gag reflex when that gets involved.

Like, seriously, even Shaun of the Dead is kinda pushing it, for him

That said? Of the Three Flavours Cornetto movies, the one that really sicks him out is The World’s End, not because the movie itself is that gross, but because he can’t help identifying in really self-loathing ways with Gary King.

So, watching Gary go on his increasingly destructive quest to drink a pint in each of the twelve pubs along Newton Haven’s Golden Mile, even while the world is going to sci-fi Hell and all his old friends are getting really upset with him, makes Seb get unhappy, then distressed, and then violently ill in the nearest wastebasket.

That being said, Requiem for a Dream gets a very special mention on his list because, unfortunately for him, his “it’s complicated” is a hipster fuck who went to film school and thinks it’s cool to brag about having seen RFAD more than once.

(I mean? It is an actual facts accomplishment, Todd, but calm down. Just because it’s an accomplishment doesn’t mean that it’s one that you should brag about, because it mostly makes people think you’re kind of an asshole.

……Which isn’t unfair, bc Todd is kind of an asshole, and unlike Pete, he isn’t self-aware about it, buuuut that’s another matter.)

Either way, Todd being one of Seb’s favorite people means that Seb first had to see RFAD once. To the surprise of no one but Todd (but in fairness, this was still early into their friendship), Seb got violently ill in the nearest wastebasket, cried, and wasn’t impressed when Todd thought him saying, “The horror, the horror” was a, “trying to cope with the movie through grim humor”-style joke based on how, earlier that night, Todd had been complaining about having to read Heart of Darkness for a lit class.

(I mean, it was a Heart of Darkness reference, but…… no, Seb was being completely serious about it. If they hadn’t brought up Heart of Darkness earlier, he would’ve expressed it in some other way, but that was what he came up with in the moment.)

Then, Seb had to see it again, even though once was really more than enough. He could’ve opted out, sure, but unfortunately, there isn’t a lot that he wouldn’t do for the people he loves, which makes him kind of a doormat sometimes, and in this instance, meant that he was easily swayed by Todd promising him that maybe he’d make it through without getting sick this time, since he already knew what was going to happen

(not quite) spoilers: ……Noooot really, nope. If anything, the rewatch made things even worse for Seb.

Then, they tried a third time, and that was the last time Seb ever attempted to sit through the whole thing, largely because Todd got it through his head that…… okay, no, this isn’t a one-time thing, or a coincidence, or anything like that. Seb will always get physically ill at RFAD and when that happens, he definitely ends up puking. So, after the third time, Todd finally quit trying to make Seb sit through it with him.

38: Your character's general opinion on kids. What if they were to have a kid? What if something happened and someone had a kid and your character was the only one who could take care of that child?

In general, Seb likes kids a lot and, when he’s doing okay, he gets along with them pretty well. There are several reasons why he is one of his seven-year-old niece’s favorite uncles, and one of them is that he’s genuinely better than either of his brothers at getting on Marie’s level without either condescending to her, or treating her like a tiny adult just because she’s intellectually gifted.

(To be fair to Max and Ambrose, they try their best — especially Max since, y’know, Marie is his daughter and he is such a dorky, “proud of everything his kid does, ever” dad — but both of them have trouble finding the balance here, which is also fair because lbr? It’s a difficult balance to find, much less maintain.)

The problem is that Seb is not always doing okay. More often than not, he’s way more likely to be Not Okay, and when he’s Not Okay, one of his first impulses is to withdraw from absolutely everyone.

For most of Marie’s life thus far, that has also tended to involve him getting intoxicated — and increasingly, it was, “intoxicated to the point where, at best, it should be termed, ‘getting really fucked up’; and at worst, he would probably be dead if not for his shiny mutant healing factor” — which made him actively avoid being around her, for a laundry list of reasons, including but not limited to:

“What if something happens and I get left alone with her, she could get hurt”

“What if something happens, I get left alone with her, and something happens to me, so she has to watch that and she now doesn’t have a guardian”

“What if I finally run out of extra lives around her, because as someone who has discovered the corpse of someone who died by overdose, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not her and especially not when she’s so young; even if she might not remember her, finding someone’s corpse will fuck you up and she doesn’t need that in her life”

(—he said, feeling bad about all the broken promises that this usually involved, but also feeling like breaking them and disappointing her was better than potentially dying in some place where his tiny niece could find him, like?

Dying itself? Didn’t sound too bad or like that much of a problem. But dying where the sight of his corpse could potentially traumatize Marie? That would be Terrible.)

“What if I can’t fake like I’m sober well enough for her to believe it — I mean, Max and Linda probably wouldn’t believe it even if I were, but if I’m so obviously not-sober that even Marie gets it, what if she sees it and blames herself for it? She’s gifted but she’s still a kid, and she’s a sensitive kid, and even adults have trouble understanding when something about a person they love being a fuck-up isn’t their fault”

and, “I don’t want her to see me like that, she’s probably one of the only people on the planet who still doesn’t think I’m totally worthless”

(—he said while: 1. not getting it that none of the people who are saved as favorites on his phone — i.e., a grand total of 14 contacts, at that point, out of 1,000+

[though that number includes things like favorite takeout places and NYU campus security, even though he hasn’t been an NYU student since May 2007 and has changed his phone multiple freaking times since then, and even given that he has had good luck with SIM cards, there is no reason for him to still have the number for NYU campus security]

—just…… yeah. None of the people he cares about most actually think that he’s completely worthless. He is literally the only person whom he deals with on a regular basis who thinks that;

and 2. ……uh, yeah, no. Cool intentions, Seb, but at this point, your niece had definitely seen you in a state that you would describe as, “like that.” She’d even seen you, “like that” more than once.

Maybe Marie didn’t entirely get it or understand what was going on — and bc she was a grand total of five when you went to rehab, the initial explanation that she would’ve gotten out of her parents would’ve been something like, “Uncle Bastian is very sick right now, and he’s going to be okay, but he had to go away to see the doctors who have special training to help him get better”

—but she still definitely saw you, “like that.”

And then, a few days before Christmas 2014, Marie got to see him while he was, courtesy of some regrettable heat of the moment decision-making, cold turkey detoxing because she had been promised a playdate, and Seb was cognizant enough to do that if Max and Marie came to his place instead (on the plus: six dogs), and Pete was free to come over as chaperone (since Max trusts him, but not Todd or Margot)

And that playdate did involve an attempt at explaining an idea that even adults sometimes have trouble with, in a way that a six-year-old would understand, but oddly enough, the concept had to do with why pit bulls have a bad reputation that they do not deserve, and why some people are assholes who abuse their dogs

The concept of, “Uncle Bastian is sick right now because he decided to recommit himself to sobriety and broke up with his latest bad idea, but instead of trying to do this a bit more responsibly — i.e., talking to a doctor and getting weaned off of everything safely — he just got rid of all of his pills, alcohol, and assorted paraphernalia, and didn’t remember why this might’ve been a bad way to handle things until he started getting sick at church on Sunday morning”?

Like, yeah, they had to change the wording a bit, but that made perfect sense to Marie

(—which her uncle is really not proud of, since the fact that she understands this as well as she does at her age is pretty much entirely his fault, but…… it’s not like he can undo any of his decisions here)

(nor can anybody else undo theirs, because none of my mutants are allowed to have time travel powers, period.

Any “minor time manipulation” is exclusively limited to shit like, “it’s actually enhanced speed that goes so fast that they essentially enter bullet-time, or have GOTTA GO FAST!! super-moments, like the Days of Future Past and X-Men: Apocalypse movies did with their whitewashed Quicksilver, or like the one bit of the “Three Hundred Big Boys” episode of classic Futurama, where Fry drinks so much coffee that he speeds up into a magical super-fast state of calm or something)”

But they are not actually examples of, “time manipulation,” much less time travel, because time travel powers are silly and they too easily either destroy all semblance of continuity or turn into hella over-powered game-breakers that violate the agency of literally everyone who isn’t using them

—or, worse, cause all kinds of moral and ethical dilemmas like, “well, if Superman can turn back time by flying really fast around the Earth because that makes sense, then why doesn’t he just go back and kill Hitler? why is it more morally defensible for him to let the Holocaust happen than not?”

—and because frankly, I don’t want to deal with that, so, no one in my universe gets to have any legitimate time travel or time manipulation-related powers, end of discussion

But anyway, I was saying)

Right. So, Marie generally understood the concept of, “so, your uncle was once more abusing his substances of choice for a sustained period of time, but now he isn’t, and rather than doing the safe thing, he did the quick thing based on heat of the moment, emotional decision-making, which involves him being sick for several days”

Animal abuse, on the other hand, did not make any sense to her at all

But that’s an entirely different matter and I’m so far off the point right now that it’s not even funny.

BACK ON THE ORIGINAL, ORIGINAL TOPIC

……so, yeah, uh.

Seb has some hangups about being around kids, but they mostly involve, “oh my god, I don’t have my life together at all and what if I am actively detrimental to the well-being of the kid(s)” — and for all some of this is an understandable fear for him to have, based on a lot of precedent from him…… uh?

Other parts of it are legitimate nonsense, based in a potent mix of hella self-loathing, hella bullheaded refusal to forgive himself for just about anything, hella letting his imagination get the better of him and rationalizing justifications for this without realizing that they’re not as accurate to reality as he thinks, and holy unrecognized generalized anxiety disorder, batman

At the moment, he’s fine with the only kids who are actually his being his six dogs, and has given essentially no thought to ever being a parent to human children, partly because he assumes that it won’t ever happen (bc he can’t see anyone wanting to have kids with him, and feels like, “it wouldn’t be fair on the kids to stick them with me, like that’s just unconscionable”), and partly because what little thought he has given the idea? Has been deeply terrifying

He’s marginally less terrified of something happening to Max and Linda, at least from a practical standpoint, because Seb knows that custody of Marie goes to his and Max’s parents, first, should anything happen to both of Marie’s parents

Like, he doesn’t WANT anything to happen to either his brother or his sister-in-law, much less both of them, and he might not admit it to himself, but if something happened to Max, Seb would be a Mess about it.

But at the same time, he could cope with it better because as much as he loves Marie, he wouldn’t be her legal guardian and she’d be in the competent, caring hands of her grandparents

If it ever happened that he wound up with custody of her and any potential future siblings she ends up with…… well.

There are three major possibilities for why that might happen: 1. Seb somehow redeemed himself to Max and Linda so much that the part where he’s Marie’s godfather became more than a ceremonial thing, and he actually did get switched to the person who gets custody of Marie if anything happens to both of her parents;

2. Abe and Marceline both died, and Seb had redeemed himself to Max and Linda enough to be the first-alternate to his and Max’s parents on the, “who gets custody of Marie” hierarchy;

or 3. Whether he redeemed himself or not, nothing was actually made official, but everybody else died or couldn’t be contacted (or is kind of stuck in mutant supermax, awaiting trial for various charges of fraud, conspiracy, bribery, election-related tampering, rape, sexual assault, torture, murder, illicit use of metahuman abilities, tax evasion, and possibly treason, as Conrad eventually will be), so Seb ends up as Marie’s guardian by default

Regardless of the situation here, uh. His first reaction is going to be to make himself hold it together as best as he can until Marie is in bed and asleep for the night, and then just try to have a meltdown as quietly as possible so as not to wake her up. Because, even in the situations where he did something to redeem himself to Max and Linda, abruptly being saddled with custody of his tiny niece after an undefined something happened to his big brother and his sister-in-law?

……Yeah, Seb’s not going to handle that well, at first

I mean, he will step up and try to keep it together and try to do his absolute best to take care of Marie and be a good, responsible, and loving guardian to her

But he’s an easily stressed out Disaster, and he would not handle the initial shock of losing Max and Linda well (+/- the rest of their family, too), and he would really, really need a lot of help with this, both in terms of, “keeping it together emotionally because he needs to grieve and deal with the stress here or it’s not going to make any of this less horrible for the tiny human who just lost her parents”

and in terms of, “Seb has never cared for a tiny human for any real extended period of time before, and there is a HUUUUGE difference between being a favored uncle who spends time with her, usually with at least one more consistently responsible chaperone, and can make lunch and take her to the zoo and whatnot……… and actually being a parent”

PETE5: Your character is partial to people who _____? (Are tall, have blue eyes, tend to be rowdy, etc)

In general, Pete tends to be partial to people who are, “interesting,” “different,” or at the very least, “not boring,” which is about all he ever says on the subject because his opinion is, “lmao, I don’t need to explain myself to you.” In fairness to him, “interesting” could mean a lot of things for Pete.

e.g., Aside from them just having been through a lot together since, Seb first went from, “freshman I’m supposed to babysit and ‘mentor’ or whatever because Sister Mary Ignatius said so” to, “actual friend” because of his reactions to seeing sides of Pete other than the witty, effervescent, charming façade that he put on in high school.

Like, the side of Pete that was a karaoke prince, which usually only came out at parties when he was sufficiently drunk, or in the sanctity of his bedroom with his cassette player and his sister Cora’s hairbrush;

the side of Pete that professes that his music taste is, “I don’t care anything but country” and yet adores Dolly Parton, and says that she doesn’t count as country because she is a Diva and divas transcend genre, obviously;

the side of Pete that was anxiously hyper-protective of the shoebox under his bed where he kept his collection of pics of cute guys that he clipped out of Cora’s discarded teen girly and, “young ladies’ interests” magazines (Luke Perry circa 90210 and the guys of Buffy made a lot of appearances in said shoebox because Pete collected said pics in 1995-2001);

the side of Pete that has a lot of insecurities, many of which are grounded in how he has trouble reconciling how much he loves being around people and wants to be popular, with how much he, A., doesn’t actually like most people, and B., is terrified that his shit-bag Dad was probably right and he is fundamentally unlovable;

and the side of Pete that baby-talks at cats for 10+ minutes without getting bored, or showing any signs of stopping at all until said cats get tired of him and leave.

And it’s not like Pete let Seb see said sides of him as some kind of test or anything like that. Some of them came out by happy accident

While others came out because Pete still thought of Seb as, “that freshman who is my peer mentorship kid now or whatever, I guess, and wouldn’t you know it, I got matched up with the one who might be the only other gay kid at St. Andrew’s who doesn’t think he needs to hate himself for it,” and Seb really wanted Pete to like him and tried so hard to be accommodating and unobtrusive that Pete did, sometimes, kinda forget he was still there.

But then Seb found most of these things genuinely endearing in one way or another, which Pete found deeply confusing, so he took more of an active interest because he wanted to find out what Seb’s deal was…… and eventually, he had to conclude that Seb’s deal was just wanting to be his friend, and not because he got anything extra out of it or because of the version of himself that Pete played at school, but because he liked Pete exactly as he was.

By that time, Pete had learned about enough of Seb’s quirks to say that he was, “different and not boring” for other reasons, but… yeah, no. The big reason why Seb was initially, “different and not boring” was that he genuinely wanted to be Pete’s friend

Romantically, though, Pete tends to insist that his preference is, “Chris Evans or at least Chris Evans-adjacent.” It’s true that he has a big Thing for Chris Evans, but it’s nowhere near as all-consuming as he likes to make it out to be (but most people probably don’t get to know that because…… mmm, nah. Pete doesn’t want to talk about it with you, probably).

Historically speaking, he has tended to date other guys in theatre, but that’s more due to proximity than actual preference. He likes people who can keep him on his toes, in general but especially intellectually.

Being, “taller than him but not by as much as Sebastian” is also a good thing, because while he likes guys who are taller (and… I mean. He’s 5’10”, so it’s not like he’s short or anything), being over 6’3” is a deal-breaker because he already has a best friend who’s 6’3” (and the guy he wants his best friend to please date already is 6’1”), and being around too many people who are noticeably taller than Pete kinda makes him feel short and potentially threatened.

But, seriously, if anyone has Chris Evans’s number? Pete wants it. Please.

………What?! He said, “Please.”

45: Your character would _______ for a klondike bar.

Pete would not go out of his way or really do anything in particular for a klondike bar because he doesn’t want one, because if he’s going to eat ice cream, then it’s going to be interesting and quality ice cream, and not something cheap and kinda gross that he could get at 7-11 at 2 AM.

He would, however, invite everyone else to do all manner of ridiculous shit for a klondike bar. Just wait for him to make popcorn before you start, okay?

MARGOT25: When put into X situation, your character is calm and collected and patient, while others may be anywhere from confused to panicking and screaming. Talk about X-Situation and why it means what it does to your character.

This could be said about Margot in most situations, really. She’s an example of someone who could definitely be called an introverted extrovert, because she has superficial ease at dealing with people

Despite how she, like Pete, doesn’t really like most people, she’d actually rather be around people than not because she hates feeling unproductive and mentally sluggish, and one of the ways that she gets the most mental stimulation is being around people and listening to them, if not always talking to them

Also, when she’s not around people, it’s easy for her to slip into, “this is why you don’t leave some people alone with their thoughts” territory (which, for Margot, generally involves forcing herself to come up with ideas, which most often means schemes that are probably really bad ideas, but she doesn’t fact-check very well, and when she goes over them for holes, she’ll put safety measures and backups in place for the wrong things — which would be fine, if these things stayed limited to the realm of her elaborate fantasy life as a masterclass art thief, but they usually don’t. Whoops.)

(Pete, on the other hand, would rather be around people than not because he thrives off of social stimulation and affection [though good luck getting him to admit that], and when he slides into, “this is why you don’t leave some people alone with their thoughts” territory, it tends to involve the, “maybe my Dad was right and I’m just unlovable” thing)

—but either way, despite having ostensible ease in dealing with people (and being Extroverted in the MBTI sense, being an ENTP), she’s nevertheless introverted in the sense of playing her actual feelings close to her chest, not opening up to most people (even her boys — Seb, Pete, and Todd — have trouble getting her to be more open about her feelings or what’s going on for her without needing to either needle her a bit, or wait for Margot to open up or get too emotionally overwhelmed to keep it down on her own)

The flip-side of this is that it’s easy for her to go into an intellectual mode while everyone else is losing their heads, even when they are, for example, stuck in the middle of a super-villain’s attack on her office (which, seeing as she’s an accountant and her firm has some pretty big deal contracts with companies like Lockheed and Boeing, plus a handful of contracts with local government in Baltimore as well as the U.S. Federal government, happens…

…eh, it’s not something that happens every month? But there’s an Incident of some kind at her office more regularly than there would be if she worked at Coca-Cola, Nestlé, or D.H. Morgan, but less regularly than there would be if she worked at somewhere that’s way more immediately accessible or target-able, like a bank or a Walmart or a Starbucks or the production company that makes the All-Stars’ big shiny reality show)

Frankly, she should lose her head more often, because it’s pretty damn unhealthy to force herself to repress everything and stay cool while, for example, keeping her head down and just trying to ignore it while Those Two Super-Tools are fumbling all over the pre-written speeches they were given to throw at the people they’re trying to get certain invoices and books from, and it would be laughable if they didn’t have, y’know, guns and possibly henchmen who are infinitely more competent than they are

(which is usually what happens when Those Two Super-Tools go on any given job, because seriously, Edward and Dezi are just BAD. at EVERYTHING. if they weren’t super-fascists with deeply off-putting personalities and over-inflated senses of white straight male entitlement, you could almost feel bad for them because they want so much to be good at something but they suck at everything, like they are just terrible)

—or, like. If your no romo soulmate person has been kidnapped by ecoterrorists because he didn’t believe his ex when said ex flat-out admitted to being an ecoterrorist (because, “seriously, what kind of ecoterrorist admits to being an ecoterrorist on the first date?”), then it would be understandable to, like…… take a break and not work on your own attempts at finding and saving him, working behind the backs of the people who are trying to do so in an official capacity, and doing it with tools of your own devising or purchasing that aren’t necessarily reliable

Buuuuuut y’know what Margot did when that happened?

Yeah, she stayed awake for several days, doing that thing that I just said with the unsanctioned attempts at finding Seb on her own, and only crashed out after Seb had been retrieved, when she and Todd got on a train up to Penn Station (where they needed to switch to a train to Ossining)

LUCY26: Conversely, when put into Z-Situation, your character faints/screams/freezes with terror/is otherwise unable to respond properly in the situation and should probably not be allowed to lead here. Talk about Z-Situation and what it means to your character.

On one hand, it’s not that Lucy shouldn’t be allowed to go clubbing, and she’ll handle it just fine once you give her a couple minutes to adjust to it

But her initial reaction to a club environment — and to most places that are loud and full of people, whether they’re clubs or Times Square or Disney World or a music festival or whatever — is to kind of freeze up and go, “ehhhhhhh” for reasons involving there being a lot of sensory information that’s suddenly swooping in to be all, “HELLO THERE LUCY YOU SO WANT TO BE OVERWHELMED RIGHT NOW, YEAH? :DDDDD”

—which also sucks for her because she really LOVES new sensory experiences. They excite her, she wants to DO ALL THE THINGS and stick her hands into everything and LEARN STUFF OMG THIS IS ALL SO COOL OKAY, and she thrives on new experiences like this…… but when they actually start happening, she needs a bit of time to adjust before she can actually enjoy any of it because all of that sensory input will be overwhelming at first, and she hasn’t really learned how to slowly slip into things or strategies for managing all of the sensory overload, yet

—and on the other hand, public speaking. She shouldn’t be wholly barred from this either, because, again? Give her a moment to just get herself acclimated, and she’ll be fine. But public speaking is still nerve-inducing and scary, especially since she’s usually doing this for reasons she thinks of as Super Important, so she doesn’t want to screw anything up, and that perfectionism makes it worse, so she gets nervous and awkward and starts trying to force things, and she can easily end up putting her foot in her mouth if she tries to improvise without thinking

But really, if you just give her a couple moments or help her to get ready, she should be fine

SARA GRACE13: Your character does ____ or avoids ____ because they associate it with having a good/bad day.

Sara Grace is one of those people who dresses better, does more elaborate makeup (which sometimes stays in “natural look” territory; sometimes goes in “there’s contouring but it’s otherwise not too far off from the ‘natural look’ makeup that she does”; and sometimes straight up goes into, “i want to look otherworldly and possibly from the moon” territory), and puts more effort into her appearance in general as she gets more and more stressed, because she has to have control over something, jeez

—which, on one hand, means that she associates these kinds of behaviors with having a bad day or a bad time of things in general, and if she shows up to something in higher heels than she’d usually wear, a cute dress with a frilly short petticoat, and makeup that she describes as, “pastel vampire princess” or, “queen of the Unseelie Court” or similar, then it’s a really good bet that she isn’t feeling well, and she might not want to talk about it, but you should probably be gentler with her than usual

for the sake of helping with visualization: I’ve been picturing Asha Bromfield as Sara Grace

ADELAIDE50: Some people take all the paperclips out of the box and chain them together. Name something useless your character does but never bothered to stop.

Alphabetizing M&M’s and Skittles by color before eating them

Which is even more useless because she’ll then portion them off into groups of five to actually eat them, and they get mixed up all over again

Saving all the orange Starbursts for last

Silently naming the animals she sees — e.g., ducks at the park — and then concocting moderately elaborate little soap operas for all of them in her head, unless someone interrupts her and keeps her attention focused elsewhere

[canaryatlaw]

alright. so today. pretty good. I forget what time exactly I got up, it was around 11:30ish. our dopey golden retriever, who’s not supposed to be upstairs, nudged the door open to get into my room, and then the door closed behind him and he couldn’t get out, so he started barking and I’m like BUDDY I’M TRYING TO SLEEP but I had to get up and let him out, so I was pretty much awake from then on. Had a bagel for breakfast because New York, then started working on editing my poverty law final before sending it in. I didn’t end up changing too much, just edited a few words and added an additional sentence here and there. It ended up being 13 1/2 pages, and I was pretty satisfied with it, especially given how troubled I was about the first question. so I sent it in and was officially done with the semester 🙌🏻 fucking finally, although last year at this time I was still in Chi taking my last final, so I’m glad I got an extra week at home, even if I had to work through some of it. Around 3 or so I headed out to Sally’s quickly because I need to dye my hair again soon (last time I did it was mid-October, and the color is still holding pretty good but my roots are grown out quite a bit) and I needed more developer. Accomplished that rather quickly, then headed to Target to accomplish a few things, namely to pick up a prescription, try to find a few more clothing items because I’ve realized the amount of clothing I brought on this trip is sorely inadequate to what I needed, and then get snacks and drinks because our house never has either. Prescription was easy enough, went to the clothing section and snagged a justice league t-shirt, but then saw these awesome gryffindor and wonder woman jacket and sweatpants set and they were SO great but of course they were all primarily made out of polyester so I couldn’t get any of them (though maybe that’s a good thing, because I would’ve been way too tempted to buy all of them, and lord knows I don’t actually need more clothing). I picked up a few pairs of yoga pants/more sturdy leggings that should be of help in the coming days. Then I headed to the food section and stocked up on snacks before heading home. Had dinner, then started making the dough for the gingerbread cookies I’m making, because it has to be refrigerated over night. I’ve used this recipe for the last two years and it’s consistently very good, the original calls for a full tablespoon of both ground ginger and cinnamon, and they are a bit bitey, so I prefer to make them with half a tablespoon of each which still has plenty of spice but isn’t quite so powerful. That didn’t take too long, and I just chilled out for a bit afterwards before deciding to do some prep for another set of cookies I can hopefully make tomorrow. This recipe called for oreo cookie butter, which, as the name suggests, is the oreo version of the biscoff based cookie butter every knows and loves by now, so I went to make that. I had seen several recipes floating around a while back that can basically be used for any type of cookie, generally blended with oil of some sort. a lot of them used coconut oil, but I really don’t like the taste of coconut oil, so I searched for a different one and wound up with one that used shortening (which worked because I already had to buy it for a different part of this recipe). so I dumped it all in the food processor, and it took a while and a bit of encouragement, but it came out quite nicely. Hopefully I’ll be able to get both batches of cookies done tomorrow, and hopefully start doing some exercising now that I’m actually done with finals. the rest of the night i just kind of hung out, and when nobody was around I turned on the mid-season finale of Designated Survivor from last week that I missed, and WOW DO I HAVE FEELINGS. first off, the medical neglect of a child from a religious perspective of course pissed me off for obvious reasons, and I’m of course bothered by the idea that it pushes forth that children are basically property of their parents whom the parents can do whatever they want to, even if it results in their death (also, I really don’t understand the biblical extrapolation that would lead one to believe the bible condemns blood transfusions??? like that’s some serious twisting of scripture right there). but at least that was solved perfectly because Kirkman is the bomb, but then of course there was the ending, where (spoiler ahead, obviously) the first lady was unceremoniously killed in a car accident and I was just....ugh!!!! I was really mad, because I LOVED Alex as a character, she was such a kickass female lawyer who got shit done and I’m really sad to lose her. I’m sure they’ll get some good plot lines out of it as a result, and I did read that it was because the actress wanted to take another opportunity, so I can’t be too mad at the showrunners about that. poor Kirkman, though. that’s awful. I hope it means we get to see more of the kids at least now, because I miss them being around. Anyway, by the end my dad was watching it with me, and when it was over he suggested we watch some superheroes (he’s a super casual viewer of Supergirl and Flash, and hadn’t watched anything since we watched a few Supergirl episodes over thanksgiving) so I started showing him the crossover, and we got through the first two episodes. I was interested to see how he’d react, and I brought up a few comments about how some people were not pleased with the plotline. my dad was born in 1946 (yeah, he’s old, I know), literally right after world war II ended, and when his father returned after fighting against the nazis. he didn’t seem to bothered by it though, he just kinda said “bad guys are bad guys” which I guess is how he sees it. I definitely was laughing to myself a LOT during the early Alex and Sara scenes, because I know that makes him feel so uncomfortable and I derive much entertainment from that, lol. but yeah, watched the first two episodes and we’ll probably pick up with the last two tomorrow night (when I’ll get to see him react to Leo and the Ray, which should be very entertaining). And yeah, then I went upstairs and started getting ready for bed, and here we are. At some point during the day my throat became really raw and I started coughing a bit, definitely not bronchitis level coughing (yet, anyway) but it’s like I have to be very conscious of my breathing so I don’t irritate it and set off another coughing fit. sigh. hopefully it’ll pass soon. Anyway, it’s past 2 am now, so I think it’s time I went to bed. Goodnight my dearies. Talk to you soon.