#and a lot of them are theater and performance stuff

[stellar-collective]

• What's one or more songs you have to stop to listen to?

War! by Zach Callison and Them Dirty Bones by Mike Waters are ones i have to stop and daydream to

• favorite number?

probably 17 bc it’s my dad’s favorite number

• how do you feel about coke/Pepsi adjacent sodas?

literally never tried either but caffeinated stuff would probably give me panic attacks so i stay away from it lol

• do you collect anything?

i collect a lot of things! pressed pennies, funny hats, sunglasses, stickers, and silly socks are what come to mind! my silly sock collection is my favorite i love em sm

• What's a piece of art that you've seen or heard in person that you still think about and are glad to have seen?

this is so specific and probably not what the question is referring to BUT i went to a high school age production of the musical Big Fish last year and i still think about that performance. there was this one part where the whole cast was on stage doing the alabama stomp and the stage was so small you could feel the dancing from your seat and it was like YES. THIS IS WHAT THEATER IS

• hardcover, paperback, audiobook, of e-reader?

i don’t like reading digitally but between hardcover and paperback i literally don’t care

• you can go one place in the world completely free, where?

geez i don’t know.

• favorite pasta shape?

all of them. Give Me The Pasta

• what are you working on right now?

my weekly fan comic but i’m almost done so after that i’ll be working on some artfight revenges

open tags!

m making their own tag game??? it's more likely than you think....

answer some super specific questions and get to know your moots better!! (i just thought this would be fun, summer is starting for me and it feels appropriate to do something to commemorate my newfound free time)

what's one (or more, if you want) song(s) you stop everything you're doing to listen to?

after the bombs by the decemberists, and also first day of my life by the bright eyes

what's your FAVORITE number?

three!!!!! 3 <<< look at it it's such a good number

how do you feel about coke/pepsi and adjacent sodas?

used to be vehemently opposed to drinking soda, i fear i'm starting to like it? pepsi over coke, but i will never drink either over a glass of sweet tea

do you collect anything? if so, what?

my biggest collection is quarters! my newest is dvds which is very very fun to go to secondhand stores to shop for

what's a piece of art that you've seen/heard in person (or for a movie, seen in theaters) that you still think about/are glad to have seen?

lucian freud's painting "girl in bed" (look here!) which i'm just. obsessed with. getting to see it was totally by chance but maybe also a little bit fate or something like that? i don't know, but it was a beautiful experience

hardcover, paperback, e-reader, or audio books?

harcoverrrrrr

you can go one place in the world, totally free. where are you going?

right now, i'd really like to go back to the shenandoah valley in virginia. it's such a beautiful area and i've only been once but i. miss it tbh

what's your favorite pasta shape?

linguine! and not just because of the rattatouille character

what are you working on right now? (skill, art piece, goal, task, etc.)

getting back into reading more! been really busy and tired lately but trying to remind myself that if i have an hour for tumblr, i have an hour for a book

literally zero pressure tags: @glitteredbubbles @good--merits-accumulated @damnitneilthenamesnuwanda @scriptscraps @littleprincefan @autumnbookworm81 @chameleon3 @abs-blabs @charlie-why-do-they-swoon @sadiesinkobsessedsstuff @theduckwithafroghat @prophecyhaunted and open!!!!!!!

side note that i stopped doing tag games for like a month because i don't even know but. i'm so back i just needed to stop guilting myself/making myself stressed over being busy. lol.

[headcanon-everything]

telly is so underrated 😭💔 I can't find any fics about him and it sucks. So can I request Married head cannons with him? With nsfw stuff too IF YOU'RE COMFORTABLE!! Thank you!!

yessss Telly is SUPER underrated!! also combining with this ask: so NSFW under the cut

also I've recently found out that Telly uses They/He and it was patched in a recent update because it only uses He, so my previous headcanons will be edited later to adjust for that

Telly Marriage Headcanons

okay let's start with the wedding itself:

he'll default to what you want, as long as there's some colour involved and some kind of fun performance

but if you let him choose

I'm thinking place is decorated in silver and glossy black, and the wedding party is each person in a solid bright colour

the silver and shiny black reflect the colours

the crowd wears white or black, so it looks like tv static

and the two of you are in something refined and silver or black with pops of colour all over

whether it be on the lapels/seams on a silver/black suit

or bright designs in the lace on a dress

Double preferable for both of your outfits to light up - he's seen it done for costume competitions, they know it exists

then it's a big grand affair

a stage, multiple people lined up to perform for the reception, a big crowd

maybe in a historic movie theater for the ceremony? he's not picky

he doesn't fully cry but he definitely sniffles when he sees you standing across the altar with them

the first look he doesn't even get because Connie and Keyes decided to prank him and get Bodhi to dress up

he was NOT impressed haha

but after the reception, a big party that goes well into the next day?

oh he's SOFT soft

looks at you with stars in their eyes

can't believe his luck and just lays on the bed. staring at you.

as a spouse he doesn't change much from dating tbh

is loud and proud and announces to everyone that you're together

flashes the ring like they're trying to send a smoke signal

constant references to make you laugh

is always with an arm around you

likes to tease and joke around

but sometimes... you'll catch him staring at you the same way they did on your wedding day

and if you ask why they'll just hold you close with a smile, he doesn't really elaborate besides saying some cheesy pickup line or compliment to make you laugh

when he gets older and starts getting grays, the salt and pepper looks like tv static the longer it goes on

always has a lot of hair though, never has a balding problem

NSFW Headcanons

voice glitches out the more wrecked they get

if he isn't realized yet, his hair goes to TV static too

voice will still glitch after realization though I DEMAND it

pubic hair is in a square shape who said that

anyways

has more length over girth

is LOUD and doesn't give a fuck who hears

like, you'll have to put a hand over their mouth unless you want the whole block knowing levels of loud

is big on dirty talk and praise

pretty much as long as they can keep talking

listen. listen. I know it's not for everyone BUT his dirty little secret is that he'd love to have a crowd watch what he does to you

may take that to their grave though - will try and test the waters by gauging your opinions on certain things

^kinda going off of that one, having a mirror there so you can see the faces you make

hates gags, please do not ever make it so he can't talk

I said it before BUT THE VOICE GLITCHING OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS NECCESARY-

[ninjago-clippies]

oh yeah. It's drabble time.

Hello again peoples I know I have been missing from here. I've been making a lot a lot a lot of other stuff so I've been distracted. I am back though with a drabble I made for @asooffa's Chinese Opera Tiger Demon Cole AU which is currently giving me LIFE in every way possible. I hope this goes over well.

[No ship present] Cole Focused

Characters present include: Cole Brookstone, Jay Walker, Lloyd Garmadon

Phantom Tags: I do my best to be good at knowing Chinese cultural references, Cole has kitty feet, this idea isn't mine I just love it

NOTES:

So this AU is still somewhat unestablished, and Soof did say we could ask questions but I got nervous about flooding their inbox so. here's a list of things I wasn't 100% sure about that I improvised which Soof may not necessarily agree with WHICH IS FINE

-The exact state of the theater (i know for sure it’s in disrepair but i don’t know how bad, so I based it on the theater I currently work in haha. it may not be messed up that bad in this AU)

-what style of theater cole is based off of/where this AU takes place (Says Chinese Opera and his makeup is based on Peking Opera painted faces so i went with Peking opera and made vague references to chinese culture every now and then)

-What type of demon Cole is (Chinese Yaoguai tigers i hope??? So I’m basing some of his behaviors on them guys. I think based on what I have read that this is correct. Crossing my fingers.)

-The state of Cole’s clothes (Since I know that Cole's life force is tied to the theater i thought it would be cute if his outfit/costumes starts to degrade slightly along with the building. Nothing aggressive like sleeves falling off or anything but just a little bit of distressing, a couple loose threads, maybe some lingering dirt yknow. But i didn't ask permission for that AAAA)

-FOOT PAWS??? (Are his feet paws. Are. are his feet paws i. They are to me im so sorry if im wrong but sometimes its okay to be wrong i hope.)

-the water thing (for the record i know in ninjago water is bad for ghosts but jay throwing water around has nothing to do with that. I just wanted to throw water at someone so)

-Cole having the ability to make music and things (okay in my yaoguai research i’ve discovered that yaoguai in general tend to be masters of like. illusions/shapeshifting/clairvoyance things like that. And i thought it would be funny and cool if Cole could do a little theater magic. So he can make spooky music play or create illusions of shows he’s performed in or something. I HAVE NO IDEA IF THATS ALLOWED but I have used the concept briefly. Also love the idea of cole sitting in the seats and replaying shows hes seen before as his power slowly drains. That could be so sad too if he’s recreating scenes his parents performed together… im here for memes and pain and i love this AU please forgive me soof if i have overstepped. 

ALRIGHT LET'S GET TO THE DRABBLE PART 1

Dust flew in the air as jay blew at the years worth of mess on the desk of the control booth. He wiped his hand across it, lifting his pale palm to examine it and immediately gagging. There was a distinct grey palm print plastered on it just from the mess on the surface. 

“Gross…”

This whole theater was practically a dump. It wasn’t necessarily the worst criticism, dumps were usually filled with treasures people just never learned how to appreciate. Jay could understand that better than most people, and he’d been one of the most vocal in their group about buying the theater. Thinking back, he could even remember seeing a show or two here with his parents when he was very young. It might have been trash to the general public, but not to them. The group of friends could totally handle it, no matter what! 

And then they’d slipped the keys in the door and gotten a good look… and smell of everything.

A failing ceiling, gutted appliances, shattered lights, backstage rooms with walls covered in scribbled drawings… the list was nearly endless. Every door they opened had more challenges hidden behind it. And then, of course, there were the rumors…

Jay shivered, dusting off his hand and shaking his head. Best not to dwell on those. 

At first he didn’t really understand why there was so much dust, debris and wood rot in the place, since before they’d scooped up the property it had been owned as recently as six months ago. Once they’d gotten inside they’d realized that the roof had been in a condemnable condition for a lot longer than the owner had let on. Weak spots were letting in air and causing issues with the late-installed cooling and heating systems, and the recent string of monsoons in their area had brought a lot of the outside to the inside. You couldn’t see light through the weak spots just yet, but you could definitely smell when it was about to rain when standing on the stage. 

The list of things they needed to fix was already 26 pages long, and even after a week it was still growing longer. 

One of the good things about having such a project-level place to work with was that a lot of the tech and wiring was missing or not overly complex, which meant there wasn’t much tech stuff for Jay to remove before he started putting in his own stuff. He pulled open some cabinets and found empty wiring pathways through the wood, giving him ample space and easy access to the wall plugs. 

First, though, he really needed to clean stuff up. 

He bent down and dug around in the box he’d brought for a rag and a bottle of water. He started wetting it to wipe down the main table, whistling to himself. There was a layer of baked-in dust under the light dust, so he had to really put some elbow grease in it, his humming turning to an irritated little mutter. He wrung out the cloth once and wet it again as he looked around again. 

The glass allowing him a view of the audience and stage was dirty, (probably a combination of rain runoff and dust) but he could still vaguely see the stage since the center wasn’t as bad at the edges. He shook out the rag and stepped closer when he noticed someone standing on it, squinting. 

Was that… Kai? 

The figure on the stage was standing upright and still right in the center, their hands at their sides. Whoever it was was watching him so closely Jay felt like they were looking right into his eyes, even from that distance. He felt goosebumps pop up along his arms as he leaned in to get a better look. They were partially obscured by the shadows, but they seemed to be wearing one of the old costumes and masks they’d found backstage the other day. Shaggy hair, the vague shape of a painted grin, some kind of orange and black changshan that he didn’t remember seeing…

He scoffed, rubbing his nose and leaning back. There were so many costumes in that room. Someone probably dug one out of the way way back just to intimidate him.

Jay took a trembling sip from his water bottle. His eyes didn’t leave that figure for a second. “Haha, nice try, Kai. Very funny...” 

The figure on stage tipped it’s head to the side like it could hear him. Behind it, a shape very much like a tail swished out from one side and then back and forth. Jay got a strange, sinking feeling in his gut the more he looked at it. Wasn’t it a little too tall to be Kai? Or Lloyd, or Nya? And why would Zane play a prank on him, he wasn’t even supposed to be here today. He and Pixal were downtown filing final paperwork on the sale…

“Trying to freak me out.” He muttered, wiping his mouth with his arm and finally tearing his eyes away from the stage. He tried to laugh it off with a couple forced chuckles as he started scrubbing the table of the really baked-on dust, ignoring the way his skin was starting to crawl. The squeaking of the table legs got faster and faster as he scrubbed. He only lasted about thirty seconds before he looked up again to squint through the glass at the stage. 

The figure was gone. 

Jay’s heart crawled right out of his mouth. He scrambled to the glass, desperately trying to wipe the surface clean to scan the audience area. He pressed his face up against it, his breaths getting shorter and more panicked. “NOT FUNNY, GUYS!” He pushed away from the glass and spun around, holding his water bottle out like a weapon. “Whoever’s messing with me better cut it out! I-I mean it! I’ll return the pranking tenfold when I catch you!”

He kept spinning in circles, shaking and looking around himself. His fear tripled when the silence was broken by a very faint, very distant strum from a guqin. Jay felt like he’d just jumped into an ice cold lake, and the feeling doubled when he heard the soft somber whine of a flute join it. The song was deep, slow and sorrowful. Jay didn’t recognize it, but he didn’t need to know the song title to recognize what part of an old Chinese horror movie he was in. It seemed like the ghostly song was coming from backstage, or maybe somewhere in the house. Hard to say, and Jay didn’t even want the answer. Every second it seemed to come from the left, then the right, then above, close, then far.

“Oh no. oh no oh no oh no oh no-”

“Jay?”

“AAAAHA!” Jay whipped around, swinging his water bottle and sending most of what was left of it’s contents and his dirty wet dust rag hurtling at the newcomer. The fabric blanketed to the intruder’s face with a wet slap, and the music came to an immediate stop. Jay swore in that second he heard a quiet little snicker coming from somewhere, but it only lasted a second or two before the theater was silent again.

Dripping and obviously aggrieved, Lloyd pulled the rag off his face and spit out some dust. He held it out to him with two fingers and a frown. “Jay, it’s just me.”

“There’s a ghost!” He took the rag back, swinging it as he pointed and spraying water across the window. “I saw it! On the stage, I swear!”

Lloyd pushed past Jay’s pointing hand and walked up to the window. .He rubbed off some of the dirt and peered out, looking all around. “I don't see anything, Jay.”

“It was there! It was!” Jay squeaked, backing into a corner of the room and crunching the plastic of his nearly empty water bottle. “And I heard creepy music! And laughter!” He gasped. “He’s going to slowly SCARE us to death!” 

Lloyd turned around with a deadpan look, shaking his hair to get rid of some of the dripping water. “Jay, cmon. I know you’re a little superstitious but we really can’t afford for rumors of hauntings to be getting any worse than they already have. Nobody will come here if they do.” He crossed the room towards him, dusting off his hands. “I need you to take a few deep breaths and… rationalize.” He put a hand on his shoulder, trying for a sympathetic smile. “Remember what we said about rationalizing your superstitions?”

Jay looked from Lloyd to the stage, gesturing as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. He started to second guess himself. Maybe he really hadn’t seen anything after all. It probably could have been a shadow. Or Kai. or his own nervous brain making things up…

“Right. You’re right, haha… just uh… just my brain.” He knocked on his own head, brushing his arm off and moving back over to continue to wipe the table. He was still shaking a little, looking around the room at the ceiling and the floor. He glanced up at the stage again, but there was still nothing there, and no creepy music or anything either.

“I’m gonna go see if Kai and Nya are back with lunch.” lloyd said, brushing some more of the water out of his hair and heading for the door. “Just yell if you need us, okay? Or… come backstage. We might not be able to hear you.”

Jay continued to scrub and wipe things down alone as he thought over what he’d seen. The longer he processed, the less he felt like he’d actually heard something. His anxiety was getting worse and worse lately. If he was hallucinating now, he’d really have to go talk to someone.

 He chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled things off an old shelf to dust under them. He looked over the covers to distract himself, reading them as his hand slowly wiped the shelf clean. There were instruction manuals, old playbills stuffed in a shoe box, and a couple of scripts for plays he’d never heard of. He dusted off the cover of one particularly thick script and opened it to flip through. Since it had been slouched on the shelf and the pages had been slightly separated, jay thumbing the script immediately shot a cloud of dust around his whole head.

He dropped the book and coughed, waving his hand around to clear it. “Oh geez, what the heck…”

“Here.” An unfamiliar voice sounded next to Jay, a hand extended towards him with the script in it. 

“Thanks.” Jay was still coughing and wiping his eyes as he took the book back. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision, squinting in the direction of his help. “I thought you were going backstage to-”

Standing right next to Jay was… something. The air around him seemed a little too cold,and his shape seemed to shift in and out of the shadows a little around the edges. His clothes were ornate silks, delicately embroidered and looking in desperate need of a wash and some mending. Jay was looking down at his feet at first, and immediately noticed a lot of fur. 

He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again, but the tiger feet seemed to stay there. He slowly turned his gaze up his legs, all the way to the creature’s face, which was inches away from his own. It was painted in the style of some kind of yao beast, a perfect match for those feet, and the makeup seemed so real that Jay thought that toothy Maw was about to open up and swallow him whole. He stopped breathing, his whole body stiffening up. The tiger-boy didn’t move either, just stared at him and slowly released his grip on the script. 

And then Jay swung the script as hard as he could. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” 

“AAAAAAAAH!” The figure stumbled back, bumping into the wall and hitting his head. The tail behind him fluffed up to nearly double it’s size, standing straight up. He rubbed the back of his head and shot a glare towards Jay. The aura of haze around him darkened in a second, and some kind of ferocious growl seemed to come from his throat as his eyes started to glow. 

Jay pointed at him again with a now visibly trembling arm. “AAAAAAAAAAH!” 

At Jay’s panicked reaction the demon’s demeanor changed, softening from rage to irritation. The dark void around him seemed to suck back into him a little bit and his eyes dimmed. He held his arms out and gave jay a “what the fuck” kind of expression. He seemed to think about something, then held up his hands. “AAAAAH!” 

Jay stumbled back, gasping and tripping over a folding chair. He went clattering to the ground with one leg tangled in it, getting the same treatment he’d given Lloyd a half hour before as the rag smacked into his face. He yanked it off through his hyperventilation as the figure lifted off the ground and floated above him, arms crossed. 

“What are we screaming for?”

Jay clutched his chest, staring wide eyed up at him as he struggled to make words come out in a sentence. He took a couple deep breaths, watching as the tiger-ghost slow blinked above him and waited for his answer.

Jay swallowed, finally squeaking out. “... I have no idea!”

The tiger-man nodded, scratching the underside of his own chin and shrugging. “Okay.” He turned his head and floated a little closer to him. His eyes flashed again and his makeup seemed to move just slightly as he made some kind of a roaring scream at him just for the fun of it. 

“AAAAAAAaaaaAAAAA HAHA what is WRONG with you??” Jay untangled his leg and kicked the half-collapsed chair at him, watching as it scooted uselessly under his floating legs and missed him completely. Tiger man tipped his head down, looking under himself at it curiously. 

Jay struggled back to his feet and scooted back, nearly climbing on top of the table as the Tiger-man lowered his legs and set his big paw feet back on the floor. His movements seemed practiced, smooth and easy. It kind of reminded Jay of the way Kai moved, like he was always dancing, always performing. 

Tiger man’s ears twitched, his head tipping to one side as he looked jay over. “Who are you?” 

“Who are YOU?” Jay waved his hand at all of him wildly. “WHAT are you?? What is happening right now?!” When the man tried to take another step closer Jay swung his rag around in the space between them to fend him off. “I knew this place was cursed! I am NOT crazy!”

The demon nodded, leaning back and lifting his pawed feet off the floor again. His tail swished back and forth behind him. “Oh yeah. I mean, kind of. It's complicated.” He held his hand out towards him, that painted grin adding a sinister air to the whole interaction. “I’m Cole. What’s your name?”

Jay stared at the offered hand, looking it over like it was covered in acid or crawling with poisonous bugs. “I am not shaking your hand. You’ll probably drag me straight to Meng Po or enslave me forever… or steal my firstborn or something!”

“... okaaaay.” Cole put his hand back behind his head, his tail and ears flicking at the same time. “Do I at least get your name?”

“No, you do not get my name!” Jay scooted around him, trying to get to the door. “I’m not falling for that either!”

“Falling for what?”

“Your tricks!” 

Cole tipped his head to the side, his tail whipping back and forth twice behind him as he snorted. “I’m not trying to-”

“Don’t come any closer!” Jay warned, brandishing his crushed empty water bottle as he backed towards the hallway door. “You better let me leave or I’m gonna do… something!”

Cole followed after him. He swayed back and forth like he was doing some kind of taunting dance as it cornered its prey. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?’

Jay threw the bottle at him, then turned and ran. It hit Cole in the face and then clattered to the floor, making him flinch. Cole rubbed his nose, staring blankly at the now empty doorway.

“... well, that went well.”

I hope you enjoyed stay tuned for part two which will just be little snippets of things I like

[semi-entropy]

image base of a poster for the government inspector

[yepthatsacowalright]

I don't think I'd ever actually seen Shakespeare live before, so while the story is fresh on my mind I went to see a production of Macbeth tonight at a local theater and it sounds obvious to say, but I get it now. I get why this guy's plays have been performed thousands of times, for hundreds of years.

Watching a bunch of grown ass adults rush past the audience to the stage with fake-swords to fake-fight like they just got let out for recess is a goddamned delight to behold. I was low key jealous I didn't have a fake-sword to join in.

Also the little girl who played Macduff's kid was SO excited to get stabbed and die in her murderer's arms. He carried her off stage, and her dead body was dangling like 🤗 the whole time. It was great. No way am I gonna see that version of what is typically the most traumatic, heartbreaking scene in the play ever again.

I have been theatrically radicalized, I think. We cannot let theater die, and we must make this accessible to all. The soul craves the tangible, impermanent magic and whimsy of live Shakespeare.

[419jhat]

Steve becomes an actor. Eddie reacts to his movies while nursing his crush.

***

That Time He Got Naked

Steve had always been a good performer. Eddie watched him in school, putting on the face of a disaffected cool guy who was above everything around him. And he watched him put on a face of bravery for the kids when the end of the world was at their fingertips. When Steve got his first role, Eddie figured it made sense. He hadn't exactly been trained in acting, but he had a pretty face and the ability to do what he was told on a set.

When he got his second role, Eddie didn't pay much attention. Local art movies by Robin's college friends weren't that interesting to watch, in his opinion. But the third role was when it became a thing. That's when it started turning into a big deal. And before they knew it, a year later, Steve was in a real movie. A movie they could see in theaters and rent at family video. A movie people had actually heard of. The kind of movie everyone sat down to watch in support of their famous friend. Even if it was a just small role.

So, at the first available showing where the entire party could get together, Eddie found himself squished between Dustin and Nancy, watching Steve gasp and moan like it was his first time.

And Eddie's face was on fire.

Dustin had pulled his hoodie over his eyes.

Nancy was sitting straight as a telephone pole.

Jonathan leaned over and asked her, “Was he really like that?” Which made her smack him on the arm and tell him to shut up.

Eddie could barely pay attention. He was too busy wondering, as he stared at Steve's bare ass taking up half the screen, if Steve had been hitting the gym to tone up just for this scene because-

He needed to stop thinking about it before he made it even more awkward for everyone.

When Steve called him a week later, he could barely talk without stuttering like a fool.

“So, what did you think? Maria said I was really convincing but she was in the scene with me. She kind of has to say that,” Steve said.

Eddie thought that the sight of Steve's ass had been imprinted on the back of his eyelids, because it was all he saw when he closed his eyes to sleep at night.

“It was good,” Eddie said awkwardly.

“That sex scene was so embarrassing. People keep asking me if it was hot. There is nothing hot about standing around your coworkers in a flesh colored jockstrap.”

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie said, trying not to imagine a scenario where Steve was his coworker, and that was his uniform.

That Time He Died

The next time they met up to watch a Steve movie, nobody had warned Eddie about its contents. Or, maybe they did and he'd ignored it because he didn't want to think about the little mole on the small of Steve's back that he'd discovered last time they watched a Steve movie.

Either way, Eddie was completely unprepared to watch Steve gasping for air while being beaten to death in an alley.

“Ugh, I can't watch this,” Robin muttered when it became clear what was happening. She ran out of the theater a few moments later when the scene didn't end quickly enough.

Lucas was on Eddie's other side, cringing with each brutal punch. Steve was letting out pathetic, wet whimpers, his face literally crunching under the main actor's fists.

Eddie knew it was fake. The blood was kind of excessive and there was just no way you could rearrange someone's face like that with your bare hands. But watching Steve's eyes go glassy made Eddie feel sick.

He got up too.

He found Robin standing next to a water fountain, just staring at it.

“Thirsty, Buckley?”

She jumped.

“Oh. No,” she said, stuffing her hands in the pickets of her jacket. “I just dream about that kind of stuff a lot.”

Eddie nodded. “I get it. It's different when we've seen him hurt before.”

Behind them, the theater door swung open. Dustin paused when he saw them, and then propped it open with his foot. The rest of the party followed.

“I guess we're leaving early, huh?” Nancy asked.

Everyone nodded.

“Nobody tells Steve,” Robin warned.

When Steve called him the next day, he kept his mouth shut.

“You were terrifying,” Eddie said.

“You sure? I think I was supposed to be more pathetic than anything else.”

“I mean, that too. But it was super gory, so I think the whole theater was freaked out.”

“Neat,” Steve said. “You know, I'm going to be in Chicago this weekend. We should hang out!”

“I'd love that!” Eddie said too quickly.

Steve laughed and asked, “maybe you can show me around?”

“Yeah, you can stay at my place!” Eddie said.

And then he looked around his apartment and cringed. “On second thought, you can get a hotel if you don't want to deal with the mess.”

“I love the mess. It's you,” Steve said.

Eddie wasn't sure if he was supposed to be offended or not.

That Time He Cried

The next movie wasn't much better. This time, Eddie came prepared. This time, Steve didn't get naked or die. What he hadn't anticipated was that there were other terrible things that could happen, like watching the man he'd held a crush on for years now scream and sob because he lost the will to live after his wife died.

Eddie honestly didn't know that Steve could sound like that. The anguish in his voice at the funeral scene, the pain in his eyes. It was raw, and difficult to face.

There wasn't a dry tear in their row.

“I do not like this one,” El whispered to Eddie.

“Why is he always miserable in these movies?” Max muttered. She had her shoulders up to her ears and her arms crossed, like she could hold the tears back if she wound herself up tight enough.

“Well. He seemed pretty happy in the first one,” Eddie said.

Max punched him in the shoulder.

Steve's phone call came that evening.

“Dude, I think you broke everyone's hearts. I didn't even know you could cry like that,” Eddie said.

Steve huffed a laugh into the receiver. “My agent told me to think of something sad.”

“What did you think of?” Eddie asked. He instantly wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Why would Steve share that with him? To his shock, Steve hummed, like he was thinking.

“I thought about how I felt when we thought Max was dead,” he said quietly. “Obviously, it's not like that between us. She's basically my sister at this point. But…it was the first time I'd ever lost someone but cared about. Someone I was supposed to protect.”

Eddie's heart melted into a million pieces.

“Steve. I think you should invite her to visit you. She loves you too,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Steve said slowly, “the only thing is that Dustin would lose his shit if she visited first.”

“Oh, don't worry, I'll keep him distracted for you,” Eddie said.

“With Dragons and Dickwads?” Steve asked.

“You know it.”

That Time He Proposed

Eventually, Steve broke his curse of misery and managed to get a lead role in a rom com. Eddie hated it more than anything else. Watching him fall in love with the human equivalent of a shallow puddle pissed Eddie off more than anything else had in a long time. Steve's pretty eyes, staring at her. Steve, so visibly in love with someone who didn't deserve him. Steve, doing stupid shit to make her take him back when he hadn't done anything wrong in Eddie’s completely unbiased opinion.

It made Eddie want to tear his hair out.

The real cherry on top was Steve proposing to her at the end, because of-fucking-course the movie ended that way. That kind of heteronormative love at first sight, get married and have kids bullshit the media always pandered to, drove him up the wall. Steve did all the work. He set up a cheesy outdoor surprise at the beach and dropped to one knee while everyone in the background of the scene clapped like a bunch of lemmings.

“This is so fucking stupid,” Eddie said.

“Tell me about it,” Mike said.

“God, I hate romance movies," Eddie said.

“They always suck,” Mike agreed.

“Steve would never do that! He doesn't like big grand gestures!” Eddie said.

“What?” Mike asked.

“He's a very private person!”

“Eddie…that's not Steve. That's Chris. Steve’s character,” Erica said.

“I- I know that. I'm just saying,” Eddie sputtered.

“Can you all shut the fuck up?” Max hissed.

Steve called him a week later, and by then, Eddie had forgotten all about it up until Steve started waxing poetic about how romantic it all was. Ugh.

“Wait, I thought you didn't like that kind of stuff,” Eddie interrupted.

“Oh. No, I don't. But in the context of the movie, it was supposed to be.”

“So…what kind of romance do you like?” Eddie asked casually.

“Gonna surprise me with something, Munson?” Steve asked.

“Wha- no, I just-” Eddie stuttered.

Steve interrupted him with a laugh. Then, he suddenly asked, in a sinfully soft voice, “when are you going to visit me?”

Eddie's heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, I don't know. Tattooing doesn't pay for a California vacation yet,” he said nervously.

“You could move out here,” Steve said. “There's a ton of people wanting tattoos in LA.”

“I don't know if all that sun would agree with me,” Eddie joked.

“Youcouldmoveinwithme,” Steve blurted out.

“Hmm?” Eddie asked, twisting the phone cord around his thumb.

“You could move in with me,” Steve said.

Eddie nearly dropped the phone. He sat up straight and looked at his hands like they couldn't tell him what he'd really heard, because there was no way Steve was being serious.

“Eddie?” Steve asked.

“I'm here. Good one, Steve,” he said with a forced laugh, “like you'd want me messing up your place. Anyway, got anything else going on?”

Steve didn't reply for a moment. When he did, he told him about some party he'd gone to. And Eddie forgot about the offer completely.

That Time He Was a Villain

Thankfully, Steve's next film was wildly different from the others. This time he was the bad guy. Eddie found it kind of thrilling to watch him parade around with the confidence of an unapologetic piece of shit. The way he led the main characters around like he had them on a leash, the way he looked when he was in charge. It made Eddie's pathetic little heart shiver.

Steve made a sexy villain.

Unfortunately for Eddie, nobody else seemed to agree. As they left the theater, all the kids were grumbling under their breath.

“I thought he was cool in that role,” Eddie said.

“He was such an asshole!” Dustin said.

“I can't believe he was so mean to Miranda! He didn't have to be such a bad husband!” Max said.

“It was the look in his eyes. Like he thought it was all fun,” Erica said with disgust.

“Once a douche, always a douche,” Mike muttered.

Nancy lifted an eyebrow. “You guys know that it was just a character, right? Steve didn't actually endorse any of that stuff.”

“He chose the role,” Dustin muttered. “I hope Hollywood isn't ruining him.”

Eddie was pretty sure they just missed him.

Steve called him three days later.

“Do you think I'm turning into an asshole?” he asked without saying hello.

“Dustin’s just being stupid,” Eddie said.

“He says I'm regressing back into my high school days!”

“That's dramatic,” Eddie said with a laugh, “he didn't even know you in high school.”

“Exactly!”

“I thought you were cool in your latest movie,” Eddie said.

“What?”

“I mean, you are a bit of an ass, but it shows your skill.”

“Wait, is that what this is about? I thought I missed his birthday or something!”

“Oh, no. They just don't like seeing you play the bad guy.”

“Oh my God, that is so fucking-”

That Time He Fell In Love With A Man

Eddie didn't know what was coming next. Steve had been in a wide variety of roles at this point, so when he sat down in the theater with a bucket of popcorn, he did not expect to witness the crush of his life, holder of his soul, dream of all dreams, to be making out with another man.

Eddie nearly threw his popcorn at the screen out of sheer shock.

“Buckley, did you know about this!?” he hissed to Robin.

“Yeah, I thought it was really brave,” she said softly.

“What do you mean? Because he's straight?”

Robin slowly turned to look at Eddie with an eyebrow lifted.

“...what?” she asked.

Eddie wasn't paying attention. He turned back to watch. It was beautiful. It was nothing like what he'd expected. Explicit love between two men, on screen for the world to see. He didn't even have it in himself to get jealous. For the first time, Eddie couldn't see Steve. He saw the story. He could see himself in the way Steve's character looked at his lover. The way they hid their feelings for each other in public. The film ended with Steve's character passing away in a car accident. It made Eddie cry. Eddie hadn't cried in a theater in years.

He left the building feeling raw.

The others were raving about the film, talking about how it would push Steve's career to the next level. No comments about it being weird or gross.

“Robin, why would he choose that role?” Eddie asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean, did he do it for Will or something?”

Robin turned to Eddie with her hands on her hips, looking very much like Steve with the level of judgement in her eyes.

“Eddie…when you said Steve was straight. Were you being serious?”

Eddie just blinked at her. “Of course I was. He is straight.”

“Are you stupid?” she asked. Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but she didn't let him. “Where have you been the last few years? Has that apartment of yours been lined with lead?”

“What-”

“Eddie, he calls you almost every week!”

“He calls everyone-”

“He stays at your place when he's in town!”

“It's cheaper-”

“He is a successful actor! He has no reason to stay in your apartment, which is always covered in dirty clothes!”

“Hey, I try to keep it-”

“Last time I was there, your underwear was hanging on the bathroom doorknob!”

“Listen, I told you I can explain that-”

“Eddie, he asked if you wanted to move in with him!”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Now that he thought about it, he did recall Steve joking about that. But it had just been a joke. Right?

“I thought he was being nice?” Eddie offered.

“Oh my god, you are so stupid,” Robin said.

“Wait, so let me get this right. Steve isn't straight. And he's interested in me!?”

Robin punched him in the shoulder. “Go call him, you dumbass.”

Eddie turned and ran all the way home without even saying goodbye. By the time he made it to his phone, he was gasping for air after running up three flights of stairs. And for the first time in years, he called Steve after watching his movie.

“Hello?”

Eddie could only gasp for air.

“...listen if this is some kind of prank-”

“No! Wait! It's me!” Eddie gasped.

“Eddie?” Steve asked.

“I saw your new movie,” Eddie said, brushing his hands out of his face with a shaking hand, “why didn't you ever tell me?”

Steve was silent for a moment.

“Tell you what?” he finally asked.

“That you like men!”

“I'm sorry?” Steve asked, sounding shocked.

Eddie's face was on fire. Had he somehow completely misunderstood Robin's point? Should he have stayed beyond to make sure?

“Eddie, did you not know that?” Steve asked.

“What! Of course, I didn't! If I had known that I would have-” Eddie cut himself off, too embarrassed to even say it.

“You would have what?” Steve goaded.

“It doesn't matter,” Eddie mumbled.

“No, I think it does,” Steve said.

“It's not a big deal,” Eddie said.

“I think it is,” Steve said.

Eddie bit his bottom lip, letting his feelings fester inside him until they finally exploded in the form of him shouting, “I would have asked you out!”

“And I would have said yes,” Steve said instantly.

“Really?” Eddie asked softly.

“I mean…I've been crazy about you for years,” Steve said.

“Why didn't you say anything!? Do you know how crazy you drove me last time you stayed here? You can't hold a man in bed like that and not expect him to fall in love!”

“I- uh, thought you didn't feel the same,” Steve said, sounding embarrassed. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. Robin was right. He was so stupid.

“Steve, I feel the same and I want to ask you to be with me for the foreseeable future,” Eddie said boldly.

“The foreseeable future? Not just a date?” Steve asked.

“I am well past wanting a single date, to be honest.”

“Oh wow. Well, I've been looking for a boyfriend,” Steve said.

“I might even surprise you with something romantic,” Eddie said with a smile.

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[grimmtells]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐎𝐳𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝.

Character Sheet under cut.

✦ Wizarding Lore Compendium

✦ Son of 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, the galaxy's most renowned wizardess, 𝐎𝐳𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝 has risen to serve wizardkind as their second Grand Magister following the "passing" of his mother. Wielding her staff as both a symbol and a legacy to carry on. When 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 threatened to drown the galaxy in darkness, the wizards joined the GSA and fought against him for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, when the assassins betrayed their comrades and allied themselves to NME, the war reached a tragic turning point. 𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞, the orchestrator behind the ninjas’ treachery, abducted Ozwald from the battlefield. In a final, desperate cry before disappearing into the enemy’s grasp, the Grand Magister called out to his kin, commanding them to flee and never return. At that moment, none of them looked back, they obeyed their magister's last command and deserted the battlefield, leaving the GSA behind. A mere few weeks later, Ozwald reappeared, but the man who returned was no longer the same. Nightmare’s influence had taken hold, and wizard had been lost to darkness. Many years after the Great War, on a faraway planet called Popstar, King Dedede noticed that 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲 was quite confused by magic tricks Bun was performing. Without skipping a beat, Dedede activated his downloading system, a contraption bought from Holy Nightmare Enterprise, and ordered their most skilled magician. Thus, Ozwald was sent through their channels and set after Kirby’s trail. A battle ensued, with the young Star Warrior pushed to his limits. But in the end, Kirby succeeded in breaking the spell that clouded Ozwald’s mind, freeing him from Nightmare’s grip and allowing the Grand Magister to finally regain his senses. Ever since, the Magister has been residing in Castle Dedede, occupying the vacant top of a tower.

✦ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ────────

✦ Voice Claim | Patrick Page, Oz speaks with a West Country english accent. ✦ Likes | Reading, Opera & Theater, Moonlit strolls & Stargazing, Lemons, Tea ✦ Dislikes | Hypocrisy, Disrespect/ Disdain against magic, Egotism

✦ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ───────────

• Despite looking as imposing as he does upfront, few are sweeter than him. Kind and endlessly patient, he'll engage in conversation with pretty much anyone, even Dedede. • While Ozwald believes that a certain degree of sterness is required to properly teach the youth, he also believes that being too harsh and demanding will not give positive results. He prefers to teach with rewards, and attempts to make any topic interesting to get the attention of easily distracted children like Tuff, who usually dislike learning "boring stuff". • Ozwald is extremely forgiving, perhaps to a fault, even. He, himself, says that as a man who has committed sins against his comrades, he does not get the luxury to be critical of what is done to him. • He is, however, never forgiving when it comes to humane decency and decorum. Rudeness is one thing he quite dislikes, and will grow annoyed by it very fast, still remaining as polite as can be on his end. He does not want to stoop down to this level. • Ozwald is very doting with children, and has a natural fatherly disposition that usually warms him up pretty quickly with kids of all ages, even the most cold and distant. • Old man rambles a lot. He's got a fondness for discussions around magic and any topics he enjoys, but quickly finds himself talking at length until he gets nervous that he might be bothering his interlocutor. • Ozwald has an easygoing sense of humour, while he does not hold grudges, he is not above using previous events as ammo to tease someone. • Ozwald gets quite competitive with games of any kind and events putting him against other people/teams. He's a bit of a sore loser, but he tries to hide it !

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 & 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫 ────

In depth description of the Mark here ! • About the Scar ~ Pierced through the eye by a kunai imbued with Nightmarish power, the wound defied all attempts of healing, leaving behind a hollow scar from which magic occasionally seeps through. • It resembles an unstable counterpart to the Mark of Merlin. While the MoM serves as a gateway to the core and source of all Magic and remains flawlessly stable, the scar can become volatile, leaking magic uncontrollably when Ozwald grows overly agitated.

✦ 𝐎𝐳𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ──────────

In Order | Ozwald, Winnie, Merline, Duke Howlbert Hootsalot, Maggie, Bumbledorr, Grindell

✦ 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ────────────

✦ 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ───────

✦ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ─────────────────

• Ozwald's closest loved ones are his mother, Merline, his little sister Winnie, the Three Elders of the Observatory Bumbledorr, Grindell and Maggie, and his magical owl, Duke Owlbert Hootsalot. • His birthdate is December 25th (12/25) • He has backpains, because Old. He gets very cranky when they start acting up. • He's a tea-drinker over coffee all the way. • He loves playing boardgames ! Always a good time between friends. • He's got quite the encyclopedia knowledge in astrology & astronomy. • Particularly likes the occasional baking of treats. • Ozwald is very adept at Offensive magic and Defensive magic, but also Supportive magic. During the Great War against Nightmare, him and most wizards were very important assets of the GSA, able to ward of most demon beasts, aside from those with magic resistance. • Ozwald and wizards as a whole do not really have mana. However, using magic, especially strong spells, for long periods of time can tire and wear them out. Ozwald can perform staffless magic. • He only has one eye ; he lost the other one during the war after a certain treacherous ninja threw a kunai at him. He tends to hide it with a glamour spell. He almost never lets it show.

[azuremist]

For a long while, I had considered my autistic Shadow Milk headcanon rather self-indulgent, mostly founded on his intense interest in theater and his tendency to mask his true feelings. (Autistic masking comes in many flavors, after all. It’s not just, “Hey, I’m just like you! Just a regular ol’ allistic person doing allistic things!” Autistic masking can also be, “I’m the clown! The dramatic life of the party!”)

However, the more we learn about his relationship to the other Beasts, the less baseless it seems.

A lot of people joked that the update where we got to see the battle interactions between the Beasts was the “everybody hates Shadow Milk” update. Which isn’t much of an exaggeration. He’s told by Burning Spice that he talks too much one interaction. He tries to make Mystic Flour smile and fails in both their interactions. Eternal Sugar gets mad at Shadow Milk in one interaction, and is told that she has no faith in him in another.

It is true that none of the Beasts are friends. They’re intended to be an inverse of the Heroes, who are. None of their interactions are strictly pleasant (with an arguable exception for one of Eternal Sugar and Mystic Flour’s). However, Shadow Milk is the only character who seems to be trying to be consistently friendly towards the others.

As stated, both of his interactions with Mystic Flour are him trying to get her to smile. He tells Eternal Flour to have more faith in him, and says he loves it when she gets angry in a way that seems encouraging. And, of course, there’s the infamous “okay, hot stuff, do your thing!” towards Burning Spice.

When I realized this, it immediately reminded me of this line.

You’ll notice the pause. He’s not even sure.

It’s very much… the autistic experience of thinking that you’re friends with people who actually dislike you. Never being sure when to call someone a friend outwardly, because you can’t be certain in your assessment. Being constantly brushed off when you’re trying to talk to those you consider friends. Etc.

Of course Shadow Milk is in denial that he’s lonely. He thinks he has friends.

Of course Shadow Milk is put off by his minions’ devotion and when he’s treated kindly (his voice line in response to a gift being “not bad…! what do you want?”). That’s not how his friends act.

Of course he is taken with Truthless Recluse, who acts openly annoyed towards him. That’s how friends treat each other.

He was even the one that gave the Beasts their name. With the implication that he was the first of the Beasts to be corrupted, it paints a picture that he wanted for all of them to fall together. Be tied together. Be a group, be friends.

I think this picture is probably best at showing what I mean.

He had to make full-body plush toys of the other Beasts, just to have a representation of them for a performance. To get them to hold each other’s hands, he sewed their hands together. But I don’t see any hints of hysteria in his expression — his fangs aren’t even showing in his smile.

Shadow Milk thinks that this is all normal.

[wildeoscars]

Excerpts from 20 Questions: Eric Bogosian

Playboy, July 1991

The raging monologist who gave us “talk radio” raps about street life, horny guys and the redemptive joys of gardening.

Playboy: Your characters plead, cajole, threaten, offer skewed insights, and exhibit paranoia. Is your stage act a cry for help?

Bogosian: I need to solve my own personal problems. I know nowhere to look other than to myself, so I look at my own questionable traits. And then I personify them in a character. Early in my career, I spent a lot of time on things that had to do with sex, because I wanted to have better relationships with women. FunHouse was about pure, unadulterated fear, because at that point, I was just freaked out. My wife, Joann, and I were impoverished; we lived in this tiny apartment. Drinking in America, written when I became more successful, was about a hunger for power and success. Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll asks, How do you live when all you know how to do is party?

Playboy: You honed your performance style in New York’s downtown art scene. Was it easier and cheaper than enrolling in drama school?

Bogosian: The downtown scene allowed me to walk out on stage every night and say and do whatever I wanted. I would go out and insult the shit out of the audience. There were nights when I took all my clothes off. I had fights with the audience. The best thing about the scene was that we were making our work and having a good time entertaining one another. I would perform in front of audiences that were guaranteed smart and hip. They didn’t care whether or not I was doing something right, like some acting teacher had taught me. They would tell me whether or not they got it. I was performing loud, nasty, insulting stuff.

Playboy: Does The Stud, your monolog about one man’s extraordinary endowment, reflect your own desire for a larger penis?

Bogosian: I was taking a pee one day and I looked down and wished I had an eight-inch dick. You’re going to quote me on that. Don’t quote me on that. It’s part of men’s fascination with themselves. I wanted to take something out of the back room of male mentality and stick it right out in front of everybody. The Stud is one of my oldest pieces. Doing things about giant dicks is not that far out at the moment. There are probably twenty comics out there doing dick things. But when I started ten years ago, it was extremely embarrassing for men in the audience; they’d sit there with their hands folded over their crotches, not laughing, and the women would be laughing their guts out and the men would be getting angry. I thought it was great stuff going on between people in the theater.

Playboy: Horny guys populate your monologs. Do you claim special knowledge of America’s testosterone level?

Bogosian: I’m very average in what I want. And my desires point me towards centerfold models as the ultimate, the ultimate, the ultimate. The ultimate accomplishment in my sexual life would be to ball a centerfold model. For a pretty girl with large breasts to be the object of delight to millions of red-blooded American men is perfectly normal. Nothing wrong with that. Guys get horny and need to focus on something. Large breasts are great. A large breast is a lovely thing at a particular moment. But as I become old and wise, I think the really important thing is being oriented towards something and understanding that you don’t necessarily have to have the thing to enjoy the thing. I happen to be in love with a woman who has medium-sized breasts.

Playboy: You are synonymous with the downtown New York scene. Do you dream crossover dreams?

Bogosian: At this time, I don’t think I’m going to show up as some kind of box office attraction. But you never know. I’d like to be a star. There’s always the challenge, especially when you’re surrounded by agents and producers, to see if you can really catch the gold ring. Can I fill Madison Square Garden? Can I go on Johnny and do a killer five minutes? I can’t imagine getting on Letterman, people would watch and say they knew what I was doing: This guy plays thugs from New Jersey and subway panhandlers. They wouldn’t see the irony; it would be like I’m just making cruel fun on these guys. I need an audience to be with me for a little while.

Playboy: You’ve bought a house in New Jersey. Will crab grass begin to crop up in your monologs?

Bogosian: It has already. I did a monolog called Normal Guy. I like gardening a lot. Gardening gets me real mellow. I grow twenty-five kinds of vegetables, and when I’m lucky, like last summer, a lot of things come up very nicely. I grow lettuce and beets and carrots and different varieties of cucumbers. I grow different varieties of corn and tomatoes and squash and pumpkins and peppers and okra and all kinds of neat stuff. And early in August, you get to a point where everything you’re eating that night at dinner was grown in your own garden. That’s nice. However, when you garden, you find out that in order to get your vegetables to look good, you have to kill everything within a hundred yards: animals, plants, and little insects. And you realize that after you do all that, you still end up with this gnarled little carrot. Then you go to the supermarket and you get this perfect carrot and you wonder, What are they killing to make these?

Playboy: One of your characters defines being civilized as sitting on a couch with a babe, watching TV, eating clam dip on a ripple potato chip, smoking joints, snorting coke–and swilling bourbon, beer and champagne. What’s your vision of the civilized life?

Bogosian: In New Jersey, we have a fireplace and we’re very, very civilized. I’m sitting on the couch and the fire is going and snow is falling outside and I’m reading a pulp novel by Stephen King. Being over thirty-five, there’s no question that there is a vibe in me that’s moving toward a Stratolounger with a bowl of potato chips and a cable TV with a channel selector. I will fight that tooth and nail. It scares me. I like middle-class life. I don’t think it’s a sin to be middle class. I don’t have to be mainstream to be comfortable. I’ve spent time with Frank Zappa, and he has a very normal, middle-class existence. He’s a daddy and has a whole family and they have pizza for lunch and they have pets and it’s a very normal life. But he’s not mainstream and never will be.

[biancasaidstfu]

Hello can everyone who has Twitter go report the account called (Bridgerton Musings @/bm_blog001 ). Not only they have been leaving hate comments under the cast insta accounts but they also been stalking them and send hate to other locations they work at, they recently called the theater that Nic play will be on to interrogate them about her having almost two weeks gap between her performances, she been sending them emails too and some of the emails they sent were like a warning to Nic if she is in s4 promo period and if her character has a storyline for s4. They are a deranged individual and they are one of the two admins that run the fake insider account ( tulip anon) who been spreading a lot of fake hateful rumors about the cast. So please report them because this is scary

here’s a ss of them admitting they were emailing and calling places Nic has been to so they know her schedules and stuff

https://x.com/nicspolin/status/1924863962903900394?s=46&t=qa2WhI9oFAzNXOE82NDBYQ

Why are people so fucking psycho? OVER A FUCKING TV SHOW????

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!Oc x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well. (Completely rewritten)

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Heeseung finds himself completely captivated by the campus golden girl. Perfect grades, absolute sweetheart, breathtakingly beautiful and the lead girl in every show the theater has put on thus far. Though just what he finds that he’s getting closer to her through her love of theater and performance arts, old flames and childhood friends make it harder for Heeseung to get closer to her.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED

PONYO PONYO PONYO

It wasn’t enough that Koia had already been sick, I’m addition to that she was now being forced to come to terms with the fact that her father had lied to her for years about her mom. She understood that he had only been trying to perfect her but that didn’t make the pain hurt any less. She’d spent her time couped up in her room, notifications and messages going unanswered, assignments piling up and now 78 missed calls.

Having missed one of the most important ones of all, a call from Ej warning her that he had been on his way to her place to check on her. Ej had seen all of the tweets only hours after they’d all been posted and taken down. Having known Sakoia for the longest of her group of truths he had known just how much her mother meant to her, he’d even gone to some of her shows with him and her father, so to have news like this suddenly not only exposed to her, but the entire media he worried for her.

16 years ago

“Daddy can I please go play with the other kids please! I promise I won’t stay out too long like last time.”

“That’s exactly what you said the first time koifish.” Her father laughs at her attempts to persuade him into letting her play.

“You know the rules, dinner first then you play.”

“But they’ll be gone by then.” A pout forms on the girls lips at her failed attempt.

“Then I guess you better hurry then.” Sakoia was a sweet child, very vibrant and energetic in the likes of her parents though when it came to others she was quite shy. It had always been hard for her to make friends because of her hesitant and timide demeanor, in addition to the fact that her family moved around a lot for her mothers work. By the time the girl had time to actually go out and have fun or make friends herself everyone had usually gone.

After having sat with a pout on her face for five minutes and realizing that her father wasn’t changing his mind she quickly stuffs the remaining food into her mouth with a huff — broccoli, she’d absolutely hated broccoli. After stuffing her face with the remnants on her plate she hops out of her seat and charges for the door.

“Sweetheart, slow down.” Her mother warns as she watched her daughter make a beeline for the door, both her and her husband share a glance bent shaking their head, her father letting out a chuckle.

When she’d finally got outside she spits out the broccoli she’d held in her mouth into a nearby bush, wiping her mouth clean with her sleeve before rushing off to the neighborhood park.

When she’d arrived she’d been more than happy to greet the other kids and finally get to play, except all of them had already gone, all except one. The boy that she’d had a crush on since the second grade, yet he had no idea who she was. He’d only ever talked to her one time at her first school performance. She had been so nervous to perform in front if her mom and make her proud that she ran away crying before the show. Eventually he had found her and given her his wise advice that brought her laughter instead of tears. She thought he was so cool and so cute that even when she found him sitting out in the crowd during her performance she felt her little heart flutter. It had been a few years since she’d seen him again and she wasn’t expecting that he’d be living in the same neighborhood as her

She quickly hid behind a tree as her eyes fell upon a boy that seemed only a year or two older than her. She watched curiously as he continuously whacked a puck into the little goal he’d set out on the basketball court. A reputation cycle that he’d continued over and over until it ricochets off of the goal and over to the tree she’d been spying behind— her cover completely blown now.

“Hey you! Can you throw that back to me?”

Koia froze on the spot almost immediately once she realized that he had seen her hiding there.

“M-me?”

“You’re the only one here, actually do you want to play with me? All of the other dudes had to go inside because they’re parents are lame.”

“What..what do I do?”

“Its just hockey, you know how to play right?” He dropped his stick and made his way over to the tree to get the puck. His mouth immediately fell open as she shook her head no.

“Have you never played hockey?”

“No..is it a game?”

“It’s only the best sport ever made, if you don’t play hockey then what do you do?”

“I like movies! And dress up!”

“Movies and dress up.. you’re just like my cousin, she always makes me dress up every time i go to my aunt's house.”

“What movies do you like?”

“Ponyo! You kind of look like her a little bit.”

“Are you calling me a girl!?”

“She’s not a girl, she's a fish.”

“Yah a fish girl!”

“Well if i'm a fish girl then you’re the boy with the bucket.”

“His name is sosuke.”

“Potato potato, sosuke. Come on grab the other stick I’ll teach you how to play!” Koia scrunches up her nose at the boy before everyday grabbing the stick and following his lead.

From then on the two of them had become inseparable, just as Ponyo and Sosuke had been with one another. Even the two weren’t at the park drawing chalk murals or practicing his hockey; they were at one another's house, playing in the backyard or sat on the living room floor watching ghibli films they’d seen more times than they could count.

Present day

Koi had been lost in thought as she lay on the couch flipping through channels, having finally gotten herself out of her room and off the bed she was now choosing to waste away in the comfort of her living room instead. Her channel surfing and overthinking was interrupted by a knock at the door. She sighs, pushing herself up off her feet and dragging herself over to the door. As the door swung open and her eyes landed on the person standing on the other side she was shocked to see no one other than Ej.

“Sosuke….”

“Ej? Euijoo what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you, I got your address from Myungjae, I saw everything that happened, and the news about..I just wanted to see how you were holding up?”

“I- uhm..C-Come in.” She steps aside allowing him to enter before closing the door behind him.

“I know you’re so sick so i brought some tea, and you probably haven’t been eating like back then so i figured I’d bring you some food”

“Ej you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” A silence lingered amongst the two of them as they stared at one another, an undisclosed tension hanging in the air.

“Even if you don’t want to talk about it, I wanted to be here, I know how much she meant to you.”

“Thank you, Ponyo.” Ejs shoulders finally relax upon hearing the familiar nickname rather than his name. Though he loved hearing you call him by his name and it was such a rarity between the two, there was something about you reciprocating the childhood nickname that made his chest warm.

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Relationship Headcanons ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

ft. Robin, Firefly, Kafka.

˚₊‧ I've been writing a lot for my favorite men, even though I would drop all of them for a chance with any of these women, lol. So, here's some thoughts on my favorite women of HSR in relationships ˚₊‧

warnings: none - any mentions of kissing/physical touch are really brief; reader has no specified gender.

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‧₊˚✧ [KAFKA]✧˚₊‧

⇢ Not exactly sure why, but when I think of spending time with Kafka - or being in a relationship with her - my brain automatically pictures a more elegant, sophisticated(?) kind of life with her.

⇢ She's the kind to shower you in gifts (preferably clothing, jewelry, accessories like that) - not in a suffocating manner, but whenever she's out and about, she'll find something that she thinks would be perfect for you.

⇢ Secretly adores just spending quality time with you while some classic music is playing in the back - or any other calm, peaceful background music, though she'd definitely prefer something ''instrumental''.

⇢ While she's not necessarily the ''listener'' in your dynamic, she loves just listening to you tell her about your day, or talk about your interests, etc. When it comes to her being the talkative one, she feels...well, as peaceful and secure as she can around you, something that (to people close to her) even reflects in her expression.

⇢ Definitely compliments you all the time. If it's not a direct and obvious compliment, then its ''subtly hidden'' in a sentence she dropped while walking past you, or while you're both just minding your own business while working.

⇢ And, for the people that are fans of kissing and intimacy and such: She loves having an arm around you (or a hand on your lower back). It's her favorite way of showing affection to you regardless of the setting. Privately, she also enjoys kissing your cheek or the palm of your hands, if not even your shoulders. Plus, she prefers spooning you over being spooned.

‧₊˚✧ [FIREFLY]✧˚₊‧

⇢ I'm struggling a little to put into words what I mean, but I see Firefly as someone who leads a more ''calm'' life when in a relationship, while still being...lively.

⇢ Let me try to explain: I see her as someone who will always love going on ''dates'' with you, just nothing overly ''extreme'', like...rock climbing or something (lol). She loves exploring new places with you, going sightseeing or stargazing, or simply watching a theater performance, etc. More...''casual'' stuff.

⇢ She's always full of energy with you, and she loves going to festivals or events with you - and while she does enjoy being there for the sake of the events/vibes, she more so loves spending time with you doing something that brings you both joy/excitement.

⇢ I see her as someone who, while definitely enjoying to get you gifts, does so more rarely and takes her time to find something that's more...personal. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she'd do a pottery course just to make you a personalized coffee cup or something.

⇢ Has dozens of pictures of you two, be it selfies during dates or festivals, or just random pictures of you...just existing, basically. There's definitely a whole photo album stashed away in a drawer. And, for special occasions, she definitely gifts you framed pictures of you two.

⇢ And, regarding what kind of kisser/touchy partner she'd be: Definitely more shy and giddy when it comes to it. She's always really excited when kissing you, but her kisses are more on the fleeting/quick end. Definitely more of a little spoon, and adores holding your hand - she'll want to hold it anytime she can.

‧₊˚✧ [ROBIN]✧˚₊‧

⇢ I want to be cliché and say that relationships with her seem like straight out of a romance movie or something, and while it would sound somewhat dramatic, I do believe that she has this...gentle, beautiful, soft vibe to her relationships.

⇢ While it's a little harder to have complete privacy in public given Robin's profession & popularity, I feel like Robin would adore going on picnics. She definitely loves picking flowers, being gifted flowers, or making flower crowns. Also, just walking around the city and going through e.g. craft stores.

⇢ I can also see her enjoy watching the sunset/sunrise together. She's a big fan of spending the morning together with you while you prepare breakfast, dancing and singing together with you - the same counts for dinner in the evening. Big on baking cookies and such! And she loves handing a few batches of cookies out to neighbors, etc.

⇢ Definitely a person that enjoys physical touch and quality time. While she loves being cuddled by you, I believe that she prefers being the one to hold you, playing with your hair while she hums a melody (which often leads to you falling asleep in her lap). She feels an incredible serenity while just existing beside you.

⇢ Robin would love to teach you how to play an instrument, or just take you somewhere for you both to learn new skills. Once again, just spending quality time with you is incredibly important to her. When you do learn something new together, she loves having some decoration or anything to display that achievement/memory at home.

⇢ And, last but not least, how she is when it comes to touchiness & kissing: Robin's definitely the most gentle kisser of the Three, though I think she'd be more on the receiving end of kisses - loves when you kiss her nose, makes her giggle. You'll mostly catch her kiss your lips & your forehead. And, she loves holding onto your arm when you're walking around in public. Also a big on hugs.

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Some more Rory doodles!

(Tw in one below where there is blood/injury. Possibly very slight gore)

And some lil heacanons

• Since there are cameras in some places ( i assume the doctor watches everything through them) Rory took the habit of smashing them with a broken pipe they found. And they always say some type of joke while they do it

It pisses off Sawyer and he cant see through that camera anymore

For Rory its a double win

• Rory remembers a bit more bits and pieces of the orphanage than they do of their life before their family died (their parents were theater performers and involved them and their sister into it. They all 3 died when their house burned down and Rory was the only survivor)

They took a lot remembering their birth name too (Wren) , thats why initially they went with their experiment number instead of their name

They didn’t use the toy’s name because the toy they were made into was supposed to be a still unreleased one and didn’t yet have a name

The name ‘Rory’ was given to them at the safe heaven

• Rory has a scent like all the smiling critters, and their scent is chocolate and strawberry

• They say how things are, full stop. They’re not rude about it but unless there is really the need to (for example with the younger toys or in situations where a bit of tact is needed) they do not sugarcoat it and they’re very blunt

• They prefer not getting outworldly mad, expecially when the younger toys are around, so instead they substitute it with a few sarcastic jokes and being petty in general

But outside of these situations, in general they can be really sweet, expecially to who they care about, and they are very friendly

• Rory reeeally doesn’t like nor trust Poppy. They arrived at the safe heaven when Doey was already running it and, after they recognized each other and Doey caught them up on everything that happened, they were appalled. From how they saw it, Poppy just left without even a single word or not as much as a heads up and had put Doey in position in which he had to take charge (and heck taking care of everybody and everything) not to mention probably setting panic among the others in safe heaven that had now have no idea why the one who had led them and they trusted for so long just disappeared.

They were aware they might not know the entire story but they couldn’t help but be furious

And the moment she came back, after years of them and Doey doing all by themselves, not only the prototype is now dangerously close to the safe heaven but she also starts explain how blow everything up is the only way? Which could possibly harm the others at the safe heaven whom they consider family as much as they consider Doey a brother?

Well that just made them even angrier

• Sometimes they wish they could do more when it comes to help at the safe heaven and Doey

They feel even worse that they aren’t as strong physically, they can’t really protect in that way as well as they would like

They are vey agile however

• They lost their eye when they got attacked while scavenging for supplies

Needless to say, they scared the crap out of Doey when they came back from scavenging missing an eye, completely soaked in blood, with a broken pipe they used as a weapon and a box supplies they managed to find

Doesnt help they have a habit of downplaying stuff and joke about it in the worst way possible

(This one is a lil reference of Wren before the experiments and how i think Mattew, Jack and Kevin looked as well)

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hacks s4 thoughts!

Oooooh I loved this season. It got off to a bit of a rocky start for me but imo every bit of it paid off and there were many moments that rival s3 (perfect, perfect s3) in terms of how much I loved them.

When I'm watching a play, a part of my mind never forgets that I'm taking in live action artifice, that a series of decisions are playing out before my eyes, that performance is playing out before my eyes. I think I've tried to apply that same awareness to my TV and movie watching over the past several years. Some of that comes from having been in fan spaces that have allowed me to learn a bit more about how TV is made, and from watching shows that have forced me to process how life and art intersect.

For me, none of the magic of live theater or TV or film is lost by devoting some of my headspace to considering the act of creation. Why did they choose this take instead of one that ended up on the cutting room floor? How might tonight's show feel different than if I'd attended the show last night? What grace do these writers and performers deserve simply for having written and performed? These are all satisfying questions to ponder that don't take away from how the characters still feel "real" in that I have opinions about their lives just as I have opinions about my life and the life of people I know in 3D reality. Thinking about a show (in any medium) as a fallible, imperfect, searching-for-brilliance performance that brings fiction to life just makes me so happy. And Hacks adds so many layers to that since the characters are always bubbling with their own version of these questions.

Spoilery thoughts (hopefully not very long-winded) abound after the cut.

I LOVE that the big climactic love-motivated and morality-motivated decision to end the show took place in 4x9 instead of the finale. It felt so right that that moment of brilliant clarity (and that includes Kayla and Jimmy, not just Deborah and Ava) got lots of breathing room to feel shocking and beautiful and overwhelming. Deborah really did change over time. And I was able to truly believe it, which felt stunning.

And it also feels so right that 4x10 is about...not so much picking up the pieces, but floating miserably through the aftermath.

Some brilliant Hacks-watchers including @thesumdancekid and @bristler are really hoping that s5 ends up being about Ava's own career, and the way that some part of Deborah's legacy becomes about not only what the Deborah/Ava creative partnership did to evolve Deborah as a comedian, but what it will do to influence the career that Ava will (tragically) have for decades after Deborah is gone.

I really hope for that too. But I think it felt right that their headspace in 4x10 was still focused on what Deborah has lost. It was clear that they are both lost, and Deborah is having some three-quarter-life crisis, and Ava wants to work but on what, and everything Deborah said about it being sad that a twenty-something's only friend is her could also be flipped into the sadness of a seventy-something whose only friend is Ava. But it's not really necessarily sad forever, and I have every reason to believe that the bliss of intimate creative collaboration will be theirs again, even if it's going to have to look different.

Other random stuff:

I know people cough sometimes and it could just be naturalistic acting that Deborah has a little cough in the souvenir shop in Vegas, but the dark side of my split-brain "characters are real" / "the imperfect act of creating fiction is visible and beautiful" style of TV viewing is that I think everything means something and I'm scared lol

We didn't see much of DJ this season, but what we did was incredible and the work DJ has done to understand her mother and to understand her lack of understanding of her mother and to understand Ava and her mother is....spectacular storytelling

I had so much fun with Kayla and Jimmy. While I didn't love watching Dance Mom, I do think the way she wore out her welcome on Hacks was very, very important storytelling about how many people show biz is luring in and sucking dry all the time. We tend to only hear about the people who are doing great and the total crash outs. If we never hear about her again, that would be depressingly real. If we do hear about her again, I hope she's been able to quit drinking. <3

Confident, assured Marcus was wonderful

Stacey the HR rep was sooooo funny. Having her as a unifying force for Ava and Deb due to them getting the chance to be mean girls with a common laughing stock? Perfection

I am still giggling about all the social media bits that staffer has to make Deborah do while she's hosting Late Night. The one where she has to pretend to catch and throw a bag of Fritos is especially funny to me, I'm not sure why

Something I found super important about this season is how even if Deborah and Ava are not really great at introspection, a lot of what they observe about the other applies to themselves too, and we did get to see some scenes in which Deborah is alone and dealing with the coyotes, dealing with her dogs, muttering to herself about her role as a caregiver and her failures there. It felt like a really good complement to the articulateness she has while announcing the end of her show in 4x9. I could feel that brain working and getting her to that place where she isn't afraid (at least not all the time) to care about Ava

Yay Hacks! :)

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This might be a weird thing to point out but the fact that dipper gets little to no screen time in your fic makes me weirdly happy lol. I feel like A LOT of gravity falls fics always focus on him and completely side-line the other characters OR mischaractize them to the point where they're unrecognizable. Anyway, It's very refreshing to see someone who understands every. single. character. It genuinely feels like I'm watching the show! It's downright scary at times. So! What I was meaning to ask, before I got sidetracked, was: what major do you think the pines twins would study in?

thanks ♡ it's because he doesn't interest me ♡

ok this is a half joke. it's because he doesn't interest me as much as the other characters—partially because the show already explores him so much, i wanna see more characters given that kind of depth and attention.

Dipper's expressed goal is to go to a "good technical college with a photography and media production minor." I feel like not advancing past a photography and media production minor will remain true; he'll major in something else. Not sure what, though. He'd probably aim for something that he thinks will help him with paranormal investigation, but it's hard to say any one specific major would help with that.

He might ask Ford's advice, and Ford would probably steer him toward fields that helped with <i>his</i> research, which'll probably end up stuff like quantum physics and biology. I don't think Dipper would be able to keep his heart in that for long. I think he'd be most likely to end up with some kind of history major instead; the investigation & research ends of historiography might appeal to him.

Mabel would 100% have her heart set on majoring in fine arts—or fashion design, or musical theater, or matchmaking—is that a major?? she's sure it must be a major somewhere!!!—and she would get absolutely BOMBARDED with well-meaning adults going "oh but it's so hard to make a living with an art major, you'd be better off with a practical major—until she gets discouraged, decides to just go into her freshman year with an undecided major, and goes through her first year or two of college with the same lackluster unenthusiasm with which she handled most of high school.

Either she moves in with some kind of quirky artist collective/commune and drops out of college to dedicate her life to doing quirky performance art that involves puppets and parkour (this lasts three years until she takes off after some other zany art thing), or she ends up in theater costume design.

10% chance she ends up enthusiastically jumping into something totally unexpected like bio-electrical engineering, five steps removed from some minor hobby she picked up at age 15 to support her increasingly complex sweater-making habits.

Dipper ultimately gets some kind of mundane day job to support his dreams, Mabel never does and yet somehow skates by.