#bevvy's opinions

[reversewerewolf]

I'll bite, name your preferred bath snack selection menu

EXCELLENT question!! Nearly any type of fruit is a good choice. I like green grapes or any kind of juicy berry, better if it’s cold from the fridge. Oranges/citrus fruits are good shower snacks, but if you eat them in the bath, the citrus’ oils will get in the bath water and instantly reveal every cut on your body, no matter how small, so I don’t recommend it. Fruit sorbet/sherbet is also really nice but it does feel weird to bring a spoon to the bath in my experience.

I don’t usually do savories for bath snacks because I don’t like the idea of getting, like, cracker or chip crumbs in the water. I did cauliflower and hummus once but found the act of dipping in the tub awkward. I bet premade charcuterie-style crackers (cracker, cheese, fruit or meat) would feel decadent. I have eaten hot dinners in the bath before, mostly during early 2020 when we were all going through some stuff. I don’t recommend that either. A meal is too much.

As far as bevvies, I sadly can’t drink alcohol, but for those who can, I have it on good authority that wine and beer are good choices. I like cold juice (pick your favorite, I’m an OJ or apple cider guy*) or sometimes sparkling water or soda. Ice water might sound silly but it’s honestly very refreshing. You can put some fruit in there to make it special.

I’m sure different Bath Snackers may have different philosophies but in my opinion you are trying to go for the most hedonistic experience possible. For me, that’s sweet things, because I’m not able to indulge in them as much as I’d like to day-to-day. To add to the experience, I like to turn off the light, light a candle (bonus if it’s scented), and make the bath as hot as possible while eating and drinking cold, sweet things to offset that. It’s also nice to play some music or a podcast, and roll up a towel to use as a neck pillow.

Thank you for coming to my bath snack TED Talk. 🙏

[mamawasatesttube]

i do hc that tim generally knows his way around c*ffee beans bc his parents were C*ffee People™. he can sit there and talk pretentious c*ffee opinions all day. he's not even that into c*ffee himself but he knows how to bitch about it. that said, he doesn't hate it either. it's a bevvy like any other.

i like to imagine when he does drink c*ffee, he's like my one friend who enjoys it best unsweetened, but with a decent amount of milk to cut the bitterness. and i like to imagine this Specifically bc i also like to imagine kon next to him going EWWW ITS TOO BITTER HOW DID I EVER DRINK IT LIKE THIS I KNOW I WAS DEPRESSED BUT CHRIST ON A CRACKER and adding cinnamon, vanilla, cream, hazelnut syrup, chocolate shavings, whipped cream,

[princess-glassred]

I already have a Reddie Cinderella au but a fuckin Benverly Cinderella au where instead of searching for the girl who fits the slipper, beverly is searching for the boy who wrote the January Embers poem would be sooooo cute.

Poor Bev's just this princess who's being auctioned off by her creepy dad to the highest bidder like she's a hunk of meat. Pretty much every man in her life has given their unfiltered opinion on her and it's made her against marrying anyone (she does want to get married, but the men in the royal court have soured it for her). Her betrothed Tom Rogan is a piece of shit who ""sees her poential"" to be a good queen IF she's got a good man by her side to keep her in check.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the kingdom, is a poor orphaned servant named Ben hanscom. His daddy died serving for the royal gaurd and his mom passed away from an illness a couple years after, leaving him in the care of his step father Mr. Keene, his (slightly) younger step sister Greta and his older step brother Henry. Mr. Keene has Ben slaving away in his apothecary since he's fat and probably wouldn't be useful in snatching up a spouse anytime soon. He's treated like a black sheep, Greta likes getting him into trouble and being a jerk for no reason, while Henry likes to attack him with physical abuse and make jokes about his weight. Ben happens to like cleaning and working for Mr. Keene though, because he's logically minded and good at figuring out how things tecnically work (although its kinda degrading with Henry around to make fun of him all the time). It's worth noting that if Ben wasn't around Henry would probably be in the same situation, considering he's not actually Mr. Keene's son and was just sold to him by his dad for booze money.

Bev and Ben meet when she's pretending to be a maid to sneak away from her father, the only hint that she's even a princess is the palace key she keeps around her neck. She tells Ben her name is "Bevvie" to hide her identity and he buys it. The two become really fast friends after that, routinely visiting each other whenever they can. Ben even introduces her to his one and only friend, Mike the farm boy, and now all of them are kind of buddies. When the ball comes Ben has no interest in meeting princess Beverly (even though he assumes she's a wonderfully nice gal) he just wants to see bevvie again. Mostly because he wrote her a poem and neglected to give it to her before, so he HAS to give it to her at the ball. His step family ruin it though, because Ben's considered an embarassment and they can't have ANYONE interfering with Henry's attemps at marriage and Greta's wannabe socialite career. They rip up the poem right in front of him and it's quite heart breaking.

Just when all is lost though, Ben finds not one, but TWO fairy god parents here to help him. They introduce themselves as Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak, married couple, business men, and expert fairy god parents. They dress in modern clothes, which Ben finds very confusing, especially since 40 year old man in hawaiin shirt is hardly what comes to mind when you think "fairy god parent" but whatever. They seem well meaning enough, although they can't stop bickering for like 2 seconds to actually help. They bring back the poem to prove they're legit and give him all the cinderella fixings. Eddie is a little paranoid about Ben getting home on time though, so he gives him a midnight curfew so he leaves on time. Also Richie calls Ben haystack cause he sleeps in a barn lol.

The ball comes around and the usual stuff happens, Henry and Greta embarrass themselves, Bev hates everything about it, and Ben makes a grand entrance that shocks everyone. Ben is pretty shocked himself, as he realizes he's been friends with the princess all along and freaks tf out. Beverly instantly runs to him to ask where on earth he got that wonderfully designed suit and he mumbles out some bullshit excuse that doesn't really make sense. They fall in love but just as midnight comes around Ben remembers he forgot to give her the poem again! He leaves it behind by accident on the ground when he's running away, and bev's dad picks it up.

He seems interested in knowing who sent it, and for a moment Beverly honestly tells him she doesn't know because she met a lot of suitors last night. He insists they go searching for the guy, comparing hand writing to the post card from house to house. All while Bev just wants to get it over with so she can see Ben again and tell her how she really feels..

Sorry that was so long, i got really into the idea. I know i never make benverly stuff, so i wanted to try it.

[samheughanupdates]

Whisky can often be taken very seriously, with 'experts' becoming set in their ways and forming rigid opinions about certain distilleries, categories and regions. However, these preconceptions go out the window when it's a blind tasting!

Bevvy's Laurie Black plays host as whisky legend Charlie Maclean takes on Outlander star Sam Heughan in a blind tasting head-to-head. Nobody is as passionate about Scotland as Sam, and nobody has a better palate than Charlie........or so we thought! Let's find out. Will they both be able to identify the Scotch whisky from the English whisky??

[bijouxcarys]

We warned you to keep your opinions to yourself but you didn't listen

Not sure why I should have to keep opinions to myself if everyone else is able to air their own. Also… you’re not doing as much as you think you are bby, go have a smoke or a bevvy n chill out❤️

Love u all, don’t let negative people steal the energy inside you!🥰

[markatoto]

I don't know whether you're a big drinker or not, but I wonder: what are your top five/five go do alcoholic bevvies? (I don't drink/I don't know are perfectly acceptable answers, I'm just curious)

im actually not a big drinker but when the mood strikes, i am very much a cider guy! i dont know if i have a top five... so ill just list off the top 5 most common things i throw back when i get in the drinky mood and we'll call that the top five, if thats okay with you guys! 1. like i said, i am a cider guy. most times im feelin drinky, i grab myself a crisp cider for that good good time. in particular, my go to is a green apple sommersby, its cool, refreshing and just very nice to drink. great on most occasions, especially a hot summers' day!

2. sometimes if i wanna get sillay, then having a vodka is a REAL nice way of getting to that point. i dont know what brands are good or whats a good vodka overall, but i remember there was a time in my life where i was getting, no joke, these small crystal skull vodkas pretty often. what can i say, they looked cool...

3. i am NOT a beer person what-so-ever, but if we end up going to a local bar and they have local drinks, i do fancy this local brand called "Jelly King", which is, to me, the best beer that tastes the least like a beer, in my opinion. it's good, but its entirely a local brew only option. otherwise, i dont really fuck with most beers

4. okay, i know this is going to be the answer of answers for most drinks, but sometimes a CLAW (whiteclaw) can just set the mood right. it's light, refreshing, cheap, and (mostly) tastes good. and you can have a good amount of em and feel that sillay at a certain point. if i had a favourite flavour, it's probably the lime.

5. okay, this is going to be EXTRA silly, and its been a while since ive had one, but honestly, there was this root beer vodka that i remember thoroughly enjoying from a couple years ago. i REALLY liked it but thats more for like... a special treat time. it's also extremely silly. very very goofy aah drink. small shoutouts to smirnoff for also being another funny little drink thats relatively cheap AND if you drink enough of it you can definitely get into sillay mode with it. in particular, i like the berry blast flavor that tastes like a melted popsicle. but yeah, its fine, if not juvenile LOL

and thats about all i think of off the top of my head! i hope that was good enough!

[misspickman]

good morning! give me your opinions on ... okay this is hard i'm trying to come up with something that a) is a decent question that's not just "do you like honeydew milk tea" or something and also b) i genuinely don't know your take on for real. and the problem is that we yell about our takes at each other like daily. um.

okay how's this. open ended. in your opinion, what's the best vibe for tim's hero identity in the future? (not like rebirth future but like. the general postcrisis sandbox where we prefer to live.) any thoughts on names, costumes, etc?

...but also now that i'm thinking about it. in your opinion whats the best cold bevvy?

Hii<3 its good u specified not rebirth actually bc for rebirth i have no idea theyve made him so boring i cant think of anything that could be fun, but in a pre flashpoint future.. Im trying to think of something that would be thematically appropriate/something i can see tim coming up with but im so stumped bc both robin and red robin have been someone elses first and tim feels so tied to being a legacy guy, which isnt bad but. U know. I will take anything but robin at this point. Ive seen cardinal and rook around and i think you mentioned red heron once? Which are all great i enjoy them and i would love to see them. Britta and i also talked a lot about rosefinch but thats for a specific au... The thing is all these feel very random? I like them but i dont think tim would google a list of birds and just pick one he wants to be now (which is what i do. When trying to come up with a new tim identity) like i would like it to be something thats meaningful, like nightwing got offered to dick with a fitting story and robin is already a symbol, but i cant think of anything for tim rn.. It doesnt even have to be a bird tbf as much as i love a good bird. So im open to ideas i would love to hear what takes people have on this

Design wise i think ive been pretty loud about how much i love red robin in my ideal (and laziest) world i would simply keep that suit but thats not how it works.. I would definitely keep the cowl thats my one strong stance of the costume. Like aside from the fact that its sick in a freak way it is actually a good mask that conceals the face which. I know comics dont tend to care about but i do and i like it so<3 I also like this second design i think something like that could be fun it would never happen in rebirth but a girl can dream basically predictably enough my ideal costume would just be a modified red robin costume

Best cold drink imo.. Pineapple juice. Mango juice. Those multivitamin juices. I love a good cocktail a lot also a friend has unfortunately got me into hell (energy drink) and the cherry flavored one especially rules

[liamgallaghermpreg]

your opinion on: best flirty bevvie?

Pomegranate & blood orange San Pellegrino OR mango chainsaw liquid death

[rad-maleficent]

Hey gyns I’m looking for some advice, I’d love to get anyones take on my situation☺️

So basically I’m considering giving up alcohol when socialising. I do really like how it reduces my anxiety and helps me with sensory overwhelm for the time that I’m out and about but I really hate everything else about social drinking (I live in Australia so there’s a pretty unhealthy drinking culture here). Personally the thing I hate most is how it makes it harder for me to actually enjoy the company of my friends and then I come home and feel depressed for hours afterwards, partly because it feels like I wasted my evening and my money and partly because of the depressant nature of most alcohol lol. Plus I find I’m actually less responsible about my alcohol intake when I’m around other people or if I’m out of the house, like I’m more likely to drink alcohol I don’t actually like the taste of as well as the actual amount that I drink is way more when I’m out of the house amongst people, which is obviously not healthy for my body or bank account.

I think I’ll still drink if I’m at home like if I want to have a small bevvie with my dinner or dessert or whatever. I do really enjoy the taste of some alcohol, like soju or chambord, also one drink with dinner is just the right amount of relaxing for an evening in and I rarely drink more than once a week if I’m home so I don’t think its excessive or unhealthy in that context.

I think its also important to note that I’m autistic and have mental illnesses so while alcohol has always felt like a pretty risky game its also felt like a necessity for socialising. I hate that I have that mentality and I’m actively trying to reshape my attitude in that regard but I think it would help me if I just stopped drinking outside of the controlled and safe environment of my home.

If you have any advice or opinions about this I’d love to hear, also thank you if you read this far! (Tagging this as radfem safe because I trust the opinion of rad women over anyone lol)

[ophaeliacs]

for  giselle  finch,  it  was  a  rather  simple  execution  of  a  ritual.  head  into  the  coffee  shop  that  had  the  shortest  line,  procure  her  morning  beverage,  and  head  towards  crystal  clear  to  open  the  shop  for  the  day.  upon  this  day,  it  would  be  open  from  nine  in  the  morning  until  three  in  the  afternoon;  she  had  a  date  after  all.  (  that  date?  was  complaining  to  her  sister.  )  but  she  wouldn't  be  missing  it,  she  simply  could  not  cancel  nor  reschedule  it  again!  (  she  never  did.  )  small  -  heeled  pumps  clicking  against  the  sidewalk,  the  black  canvas  of  her  work  back  swinging,  transition  -  lensed  glasses  perched  on  her  nose,  she  hummed  as  she  headed  towards  latte  love.  because  it  didn't  have  a  line,  from  what  she  could  see.

the  question,  coming  from  nowhere,  stopped  her  dead  in  her  tracks.  she  blinked,  rather  owlish,  at  them.  “what  the  blazes  are  you  on  about?  what  beef?  they  sell  coffee.”  what  a  strange  american  acronysm.  she  had  never,  in  her  life,  heard  that  be  used.  she  must  have  been  living  underneath  a  very  large  boulder.  which,  considering  the  finch  family,  would  not  be  all  that  surprising.  “and  both  of  them  sell  very  nice  kinds  of  coffee,  even  if  it's  different  specials  here  and  there.  what's  the  news  got  to  do  with  any  of  it?”  rather  ironic,  how  giselle  fired  questions  back  —  at  the  reporter?  is  that  what  they  said  they  were?  just  shot  them  off  like  fireworks.  “where'd  you  hear  about  this  beef?  what  kind  of  beef  is  it?  why've  i  not  heard  a  thing  about  it?” 

continuing  around  in  avid  circles.  she  glanced  down  at  her  watch,  and  then  stepped  towards  the  front  door.  “well?  i've  got  a  bevvy  to  get,  so  if  you  want  to  hear  my  opinion,  you  have  to  come  with.”

who: avery & anyone! (2/5)

where: near caffélicious & latte love

when: july 2024

tw: brief weed mention

Since returning to Blue Harbor, Avery had picked up on a lot of changes throughout his hometown—sure, change was a part of everything, though he hadn’t necessarily grown fond of many of Blue Harbor’s changes. One good thing to come out of these changes was the weed dispensary (which they desperately needed to find time to look into), but apart from that, a tea shop had opened (and, with all due respect that they greatly lacked for most things, who in their right mind willingly drank tea?) and, more recently, another coffee shop. Caffélicious had been his go-to from its opening until the summer before university, and now another shop had came about right across the street—this was, in his eyes, ridiculous. In the fifteen years he was gone, did someone really open up a new place? Shameful.

Truthfully, though, coffee was coffee. Who the hell cared which was better? (Avery, as a native, admittedly was a die-hard Caffélicious stan at heart, but they probably wouldn’t be allowed to be biased—journalism and all that junk.) They’d gone to Latte Love a total of one time (but only because Delilah had begged them to go, and how could they resist?) What mostly intrigued Avery was the mention of feuding, tension, drama. Maybe pointless drama to some, but never to him. One important thing about Avery Barrett-Fox was that they lived for any sort of drama that was none of their business. He could potentially get a really good story out of other people’s lives—though he was really hoping for gossip.

After dropping Delilah off at school, Avery headed towards Caffélicious and grabbed his usual (a chocolate cream cold brew) which he began to consume outside while eyeing those who were near Latte Love like a hawk. When they spotted someone heading towards the establishment, their journalist (and nosy) instincts kicked in, and they took out their notepad and adjacent erasable pen, walking towards the other with the politest, most professional (which was difficult) smile they could muster.

“Excuse me, so sorry to bother,” he stammered, before clearing his throat. “Good morning, firstly. My name is Avery Barrett-Fox, and I’m with The Blue News. We would like to know your opinion on the ‘beef’ between Caffélicious and the newer coffee shop in town. If you don’t mind, of course, no pressure. But, you know, while I’m here, I might just write down everything you say for, you know, the news.”

[bevvydraws]

This is going to be my feelings/opinions towards all of the main characters in Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc. This is directly related to my interpretation of events in the series! If you disagree with my thoughts/feelings that’s totally cool but this isn’t meant to be a debate! 

A lot has been going on right now and I don’t have the energy to do much digital art right now, so I figured I’d just open up a little more about one of my favorite series! Maybe I’ll do my opinions on characters for the other games next. 

** This post will contain information that will spoil the series for you, so continue at your own risk**

Makoto Naegi:

Honestly I really like Makoto. He is really average but honestly I think that’s what makes him so appealing. Not only that, but he comes off with a type of charisma that only “average” people can pull off. He has a base knowledge on a variety of subjects that allows him to talk to the other students. That and I find the concept of his “luck” very interesting. Also, side note, but that sprite of him focusing with his finger under his chin is probably one of my most favorite DR sprites ever. It’s just so cute! (I might redraw it someday hehe) 

10/10 

Aoi Asahina: 

While I adore Hina, I really wish that they would have made her more than just a ditzy character who was obsessed with donuts in this game. I loved her energy though! Her interactions with everyone always made me smile. My appreciation for her character just increased exponentially after watching the Despair Arc of Danganronpa 3. All in all I’m super glad that her character survived in THH.

8/10

Byakuya Togami: 

Honestly, I have mixed feelings about Byakuya. I think he’s a great antagonistic character, truly, but beyond that I’m not sure. I definitely think that his character is humbled throughout the course of the game, and in later games/animes he seems a lot less asshole-ish, but I’m not sure if I like him or hate him. I guess that just goes to show just how great he is as an antagonist. One thing I thought was hilarious though was how he casually admitted to being a true-crime nerd. I’m really glad he survived because I think his “talent” was really important for the Future Foundation. 

6/10

Celestia Ludenberg: 

Okay so real talk, I used to be a huge Celestia fan when I first stumbled across the series. But now, I don’t really like her character all that much. I think that out of all of the killers in THH her motive was the most shallow and that really is terrible considering how much potential she had. Her disconnect with her true identity could have made for an interesting character arc. And I really hate how they gave her literally the most complicated murder scheme when it would make sense for her to take a little risk as possible. Her character design is really cute though. 

5/10

Chihiro Fujisaki:

I think Chihro’s death was one of the hardest for me in the game. I played through all of his freetime events and was super attached to him (I know, a horrible idea in a game like DR), and as soon as he died I was just in shock. One thing I love about how they portrayed his character was truly allowing the brilliance of Chihiro shine through even after his death. He created the AI that not only helped aid in their escape, but ultimately saved Makoto's life. I also really liked the juxtaposition of Chihiro and Mondo (the seemingly weaker one ultimately being stronger after all). All in all, Chihiro is a great character. 

10/10

Hifumi Yamada:

I’m not really a fan of Hifumi, but I definitely think he gets wayy too much hate or just gets overlooked completely. I think that the creators leaned a bit too far into the stereotypes for him, and that made him come off as stiff and just… there. I knew from the very beginning that he wouldn’t survive, and honestly he’s the only character I had that feeling with (minus Leon). There are some quirks about him that I like, though, like how he never fails to refer to the others politely.

4/10

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

So I originally found Taka annoying but after playing THH again he became one of my favorite characters. I find his enthusiasm adorable and his free time events boosted my admiration of him. He’s the only Ultimate that makes a conscious effort to prove himself and not rely on his prodigy-type status. And his relationship with Mondo, albeit short-lived, was so pure. It was so obvious to me that he was happy to have a friend (because Mondo is the first friend he’s ever had), and having that suddenly ripped away and listening to his desperation at the end of chapter 2 made me sob. 

10/10

Kyoko Kirigiri: 

Kiri’s background made me feel really sad for her. I first thought she was just the aloof, cold, smart type that was a bit snobbish. But then you realize that she’s been raised to not be in the spotlight, to work alone and without credit behind the scenes. Detective work is basically her birthright and she’s clung to that like a vice. Her character development throughout the game was really nice, and I think her and Makoto are super cute for each other. The side plot with her and her dad in DR3 made me really sad, too. I really liked overall that she was unapologetically holding true to her beliefs, even if it made her come off as cold. She was a solid, strong female character. 

8/10

Leon Kuwata:

It was super obvious from the beginning that Leon was gonna die. There was 0 attachment to his character for me and he just came off as just...kinda there. I don’t really have much to say about him, other than that I’m not a fan.

1/10

Mondo Owada: 

Mondo was such a big sweetheart in his freetime events. I thought his character was really well rounded and I was so sad that he ended up killing Chihiro. Despite that, I thought it worked really well for the story and played off of both of their weaknesses. Again I really loved his friendship with Taka, and having it formed and ended so quickly surprisingly hurt. 

8/10

Sakura Oogami: 

Honestly I didn’t like how they made her character the spy, because it seemed ridiculously out of character for her. Honestly I think this would be something better suited to Celeste, as she would view it as a way to increase her chances of living if she’s in “kahoots” with him. I dunno, I think the spy thing was unnecessary anyways. I loved her character though and her friendship with Hina was super cute. I also loved how they mentioned that she wanted to embrace her femininity while also not wanting to give up being the strongest person in the world. 

7/10 

Sayaka Maizono: 

Honestly even though I’m not the biggest fan of Sayaka I really like the role she played at the beginning and I think they played it off perfectly. Her desperation fueled by the fear and harsh reality that comes along show business and easily being forgotten really works in the narrative. She seemed like a well-rounded character but I think that if she had lasted past chapter 1 I would have liked her less. All in all her character did a great job of kicking off everything. 

6/10

 Toko Fukawa: 

I hate how they portrayed her character in THH, but her obsessive and odd behavior (outside of her split personality) is easily explained by her traumatic past. She obviously has a warped sense of what “love” is, and that plus her intense delusions turned into obsession for Byakuya. I started loving her character a lot more in UDG, when she started becoming more well rounded and open around Komaru. 

Also, I loved Genocider Syo’s personality. While I obviously don’t condone serial murders, I think that her character is extremely interesting. She doesn’t try and condone her own actions, admitting there is no rhyme or reason. Plus I think it’s really interesting that she considers herself a “professional” and is incredibly particular about the details. 

Overall 6/10 in THH

Yasuhiro Hagakure: 

I feel like Hiro gets a lot of shit as a character because they think he doesn’t contribute anything. I think he adds a lot of much-needed comic relief. Also I think that everyone glosses over the fact that once Taka goes silent he actually tries to encourage him to speak up again. And then tries to do his part and keep everyone together and upbeat. I really think that Hiro is a fun character who deserves more love, even though I can’t say he’s one of my favorites. 

7/10

Mukuro Ikusaba:

I wish Mukuro’s personality would have been able to actually show through in the game. The only glimpse we really see of it is in the bonus school mode while she is still posing as Junko. I wish in the anime they’d have harped less on her odd obsession with Junko and focused more on her internal struggle. I think her character has potential but I can’t say I was particularly attached to her (I suppose that was kind of the point, though). 

4/10

Junko Enoshima: 

Junko is probably one of the most well-written villains I have ever seen in a series. At first I thought it didn’t make sense, and was confused how one person could have so much influence on a mass amount of people. Then it was revealed in later installments that Ultimate Fashionista was not her real talent, just a cover she forged for herself to help her blend in to the school. Her real ultimate talent as the Ultimate Analyst allowed her to predict people’s actions and more importantly, their reactions. Her innate ability and incurable boredom made her seek out something unpredictable: despair and chaos. I think what made me love her as a villain was the line “You can’t argue with me, because there's no reason for anything that I do.” 

As a villain I give her 15/10. If I were to rank her as a person? -11037/10

Overall Opinion: 

I really find most of the characters charming but it’s super obvious when comparing this game to the others that these characters were not as fleshed out as characters in other games. I found it hard to be super attached to most of them and felt that some of their actions were really uncharacteristic. However I really do like the characters and what they add to the story, even if some of it doesn’t add up completely. I’m the least attached to these characters out of all of the characters in the DR series, although there are obviously some exceptions. I think there couldn’t have been a better opening cast of characters.

[damienthepious]

☕️ breakfast beverages!! tea? coffee? juice? what are your thoughttssssss :D

WHOOPS almost forgot this bc it came in just after I left for work! ^-^;;

basically i am love all of the above??? I drink coffee p much every morning! I’m not a coffee snob exactly (i fucking adore diner coffee, weirdly), but fresh grinding the coffee and cleaning out the french press for the next morning is part of my bedtime routine at this point and i think i might be too spoiled to do….. pre-ground coffee-maker coffee anymore lol. i just enjoy my mildly fancy shmancy whole beans. oh and i’m a brat who never sweetens my coffee the normal way- if i have access to them i much prefer to sweeten with either brown sugar or raw sugar or demerara sugar or something like that, and i usually don’t use creamers. (black as the night and sweet as a lovers kiss? is that a thing? am I misremembering? XD i prolly shouldn’t paraphrase stuff I don’t actually remember)

and tea is my forever-fave beverage! once it starts getting cool outside (pretty much all the way from september to april), after i’m done with coffee in the morning I will perpetually either be in the process of boiling water for tea or in the process of forgetting I had tea until it’s cold drinking it. always with honey, if i have it. I love green teas especially, and oolongs 💕

… and i was gonna say that juice is great too but i realized in the process of writing this that i literally never actually drink juice unless I’m sick (pineapple) or if I go out to eat breakfast at a restaurant/diner (grapefruit), so i guess I don’t actually feel as strongly about it as i thought? 

[ Send me a ☕️ and a topic and I’ll talk about how I feel about it!!!  ]

[illumwriting]

going off-script

yogtober day 2!! stone.

ridgedog/bebopvox, mention of VerbalProcessing. bebopdog aka ridgevox. ideas for off screen events leading into canon, canon-compliant. use of canon dialogue. ridgedog tells bebop he's been on the moon and that his crown is a space helmet when he shows up for modded madness: how much of that was true?

((an exploration of a demigod and his robot who plays along so well, and ridgedog's own bad habits.))

SFW! 2,078 words. now on A03! Preview: "Well you need these to breathe on the moon! Look at- Look at my uh, oxi-packs." Ridge turns around to show off the nothing on his back and Bebop wants to absolutely punch this guy. In the mouth. With his mouth.

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The moon had loved him.

Ridgedog had built himself three bases on the moon by now, having taken off from his home several years ago, entrusting his coat and watch to Bebop until his return. To his delight, the moon had been inhabited, and Ridgedog, with his bevvy of supplies and other-worldly knowledge was quickly well known to them all.

They were no more than moon villagers, really. Denizens that could be traded with, used for various magics, and even produced their own line of interesting goodies.

It wasn't until months later that Ridgedog realized the creatures had actually been observing him in any form of intelligent manner, and months more until he had found notes on himself in the local language.

They considered him lots of things that all fell on the side of /good/. A staple of trade that could only be found in specific locations was the prevailing opinion, which was the truth. However, Ridgedog also found that there was a small sect that considered him a word that he could not read, but that spoke of him in tones of respect and used alongside other terms that referred to guidance.

That interested him. He paid visits to these authors, who all received him with lavish gifts of polished moonstones made into jewelry and gave him a note- We will back you.

He knew their concepts of royalty and religion were weak, at best. But Ridgedog was an intelligent being, and understood that he could bring those concepts to them with simple nudges in the right direction. Their clear want to make him some sort of leader was amusing.

After all, he was almost done up here anyways. The resources beneath the ground being funneled into his bases, the novelty of the place wearing off as he had nothing left to work on.

And Ridgedog //did// love to play.

It was so easy to take over the various towns and villages. Easier still to amass that power to the single source of himself, to teach the creatures the ideas of true fealty and worship. It was like playing with a set of dolls that were semi-intelligent.

He had them all charmed, to the point where they made him a crown of his choice. Golden, and inlaid with a large moonstone in the front.

What Ridgedog did not plan for, nor care to worry about, was the effect of him stripping the moon of materials. The residents did not notice until it was far too late to stop him, and he had taught them well that bargaining with him was a one-sided affair.

So they lashed out. Ridgedog found his bases vandalized at first, then broken into. He took measures each time, aggressive and deadly. Then they came from below the surface of the moon itself, through the veins drained by- and unintentionally turned into perfect pathways back to- him.

He spent months fighting a war on his own, but the things here were useless to make anything like a bomb, and he had used up his overworld supplies long ago. It was not worth using his powers for this place, and the creatures had all but stripped him of his wealth and control over them.

So, with his pockets (not quite) empty, his stashed rocket, some bread he had absolutely stolen on his way out through a village, and the civilization behind him descending into chaos- he goes home. ------------------------------------------------------------------

Ridgedog crash lands several miles out, not too far from where he wanted to be. A small way to fly, and he could see his next stage waiting. Bebopvox and his ideas. A robot with more life, spunk, and heart than any human (or moon creature). He lowers himself straight down onto the ground just before the lip of the hill, so he can at least pretend to walk up to it. He makes it to the edge of the dropdown into Bebop's home- //their home// and stands there for a moment, to survey it.

Bebop's voice floats up.

"Wha's that?? Who is that? Hellooo~!"

Ridge perks up, turning into a big goofball immediately. Waves his arm at Bebop and dances back and forth for a moment, and he can see Bebop's visor light up with laughter as he speaks to his ever-rapt audience. He knows to wait until Bebop has turned his back to hop off the edge and fly down- lands just close enough to Bebop's fancy pool for plausible deniability.

"-this convenient staircase here-" comes Bebop's voice as he waits for Ridge patiently. The guy knew how to set a good Verbal (hah!) bait himself.

"I landed in your pool." Ridge says, lacing his voice with the hint of an innuendo.

Bebop spins around, and he is //delighted//. "Oh HEYYYYYY, RIDGEDOG!" He hollers, and peeks over at the pool for extra effect as he giggles. Any other time he would have tackled the demi-god, but right now, they were on camera. Acting.

"It was one hell of a jump," Ridge adds on, glancing back at the pool, judging the distance. He spots a zombie, and lures it in.

"Where the /hell/ did you come from?" Bebop says, looking up at the moon, blackened and ringed with a strange glow- "HELP ME. HELP! I don't know what's happening-" Ridge is yelping and running for cover behind him all of a sudden, and Bebop grins, leaping from the staircase to defend his partner.

"Oh- I /guess/ I should." The audience is left to question whether Bebop's dry and amused tone is because of Bebop's sword through the zombie, or if it’s an answer to Ridge. His chuckles squeak up as he catches sight of Ridge and the thing on his head again.

"I've been in cryostasis on the moon for a few months, and I just got back! And everything is Different."

Bebop looks up at the moon again. /You think, Ridgedog? Jeez!/ He wants to say- but Ridge legitimately has nothing on him except the glowy… crown. Oh boy.

"Ohhh. Well-" Bebop tries not to start into another laughing fit. He knew -exactly- what Ridgedog had gotten himself into, a silly demi-god who couldn't resist starting shenanigans with the local population. A nearly fatal flaw, were it not for the convenient immortality. "It- it is." He’s gotta mention it. Ridge HAS to know he still has the damn thing on- has to be teasing Bebop with it at this point. "That's a f-" shit. He almost says fancy crown, almost hits on Ridge. Catches himself. "I like that hat. They have those on the moon."

"What?"

//Oh my /god/,// Bebop thinks fondly, //he really did forget he had it on.//

It vanishes quickly from sight while Ridgedog stammers out a way to explain it. "Oh, this is a golden helmet under, uh, a moon hat. Yeah."

"Now I wanna go to the moon! Just for that hat." Bebop's not going to let this go anytime soon, and Ridge knows that.

"Well you need these to breathe on the moon! Look at- Look at my uh, oxi-packs." Ridge turns around to show off the nothing on his back and Bebop wants to absolutely punch this guy. In the mouth. With his mouth.

"I had to get back cause m-" Ridge is yapping now, forced to have to watch his own words as Bebop circles him- "-cause everything was destroyed! The only thing I had left was a rocket in my inventory. and some bread. A coupla tools, but that's it~."

Sure, Ridgedog. Bebop knows for sure now Ridgedog had brought him back something /fun/. For later.

Bebop clears his vocal box, tapping the side of his head. "Actually, /I/ don't see any of your stuff."

Ridge blinks at him with all the thought ability of a large lapdog. "What?" He looks away, and Bebop knows he is rifling through the last few sentences in his perfect memory to see what he said that might have ruined it-

"I don't see any of it." Bebop repeats, to help him, hearing Ridge start to stammer again out of embarrassment. Bebop quickly cuts him off. "I think-" he says, still sees Ridge's lips moving and speaks louder. "I think-" He's STILL going. "I THINK I need to relog." He laughs at the flush on Ridge's face, looks at the ground quickly to avoid letting anyone see, and cuts his screen out briefly.

It's only a few minutes of privacy, but Bebop finally crushes Ridge into a fond hug as Ridge is stood there, still flustered from earlier. "I can't believe you forgot you had it on!" Bebop teases, and Ridgedog makes a whining sound as he returns the hug and buries his face against Bebop's shoulder. "Shut up, Bebop." He mutters.

When the camera flicks back on, Ridge is center frame. There's clearly still no "oxi-packs" on Ridge's back as he faces away from Bebop and spins ‘round in a funny circle, checking every side of him, straining his neck to try to look behind him. "Uh, I had it because I used to be able to see better with it, but it doesn't appear to do anything different-" he's saying, and Bebop pokes him in the shoulder to get him to focus.

"So you -literally- just came out of cryostasis, ended up here now, annnd uhhhh- you have-" Bebop breathes a short laugh. "-absolutely nothing."

"Well, I've got a couple of items," Ridge starts in on his mentally practiced line, starts to stammer again and Bebop looks away, back up at the moon. "I've got a tag-" He gets out.

Bebop lets that sit for a moment, then looks back at Ridge, who is avoiding eye contact. "A tag?" He invades Ridge's space with a single step, treating the audience to a glimpse down Ridge's shirt as he leans over his shoulder to look at the mob tag that Ridge is holding. "That's not gonna help you."

Ridge shrugs him off and Bebop smirks as Ridge tries to sidestep Bebop getting back in his personal space. "Was that your dog tag?" Bebop mocks, watches Ridge try to hide another rise of color to his cheeks and giggles. "When they kicked you out of cryostasis?"

"NO!" Ridge protests, bapping Bebop over the head lightly and chuckling as Bebop desperately tries to keep Ridge from derailing his own origin story again. "I just helio-dropped, right." Ridge says clearly over Bebop's mumbled "That they put you in."

"I have a singular torch," Ridge continues, as Bebop dances backwards out of reach of another bap and Ridge follows. "I have a hoe,"

Bebop predictably snickers, and Ridge tosses it out for Bebop to grab. "Hahah, what?" Bebop questions, confirming that it literally was just a stone hoe, of all things. "You don't need those on the /moon/!" He teases, jumping up on his front stairs again out of Ridge's reach as he laughs.

"Yeah you do!" Ridge takes a threatening step towards Bebop, his eyes glinting playfully. "You can do crops on the moon. Crawps!"

"This is so, so f-" Bebop almost says ‘fucked’, remembers he can't swear just yet, and readjusts, "So- it's a fancy moon base you were at apparently." He will keep this narrative on track. "Well, it was Moonquest, which was like, a hundred bajilion episodes-" Bebop continues, referencing a completely different moon, a different world Ridgedog had administrated.

"I was doin' alright for myself up there-" Ridgedog pulls out the stolen bread. Eating while he talked always helped him focus, kept his tall tales with the hints of truth straight. "But then everything changed. I went to sleep one night, woke up, and it was all gone."

He swallows, seeing Bebop giving him a look of disgust and frustration before throwing the double-dropped zombie's brains from earlier at him.

"Ohhh, wow-" Ridgedog snarks, having to quickly swap the bread away to catch both of them in his hands, looking at them with half real interest.

"I'll give you brains." Bebop successfully riles Ridge up, as Ridge looks at him out of the corner of his eye and goes "You-" --------------------------------------------------------------

The moon had loved him, but Bebop was the only one who was an unmovable stone in Ridge's life. His pillar of support to fall back on when everything else might not go as planned. It was a relief to be back on solid ground with someone who didn't just love him, but kept him in check.

END.

[youaresogoingtohell]

I was in a cult when I was a kid; genuinely I don't understand what you were fucking talking about in that post. What's your point, with it? It got so muddled by the second sentence that none of it made any sense.

A cult? or a church? a coven? a bevvy?

how was it a cult? are any of those ways different from another bevvy?

are you of the opinion that every group that matches the definition for cult (the real one) also matches the definition in use by pop white supremacist USA-style fake christians?

since your people were bad to you, do I need to go be bad to my people? does that help?

Can you understand that I know you can't find sense in my words, and why? That I fully expect you to repeat the lies you were trained with? the hate?

Do you imagine I'm unfamiliar with bad groups? dangerous relationships? do you imagine I've typed this all out without years of consideration?

do you imagine that I wanted to be set onside by strangers with Jim Jones? Did you think I wouldn't realize what you'd all assume?

how shitty you would be? how long it would take you to just see and understand what you're promoting? what the endzone for your bias is? the consequence? did you imagine I'm on board with Joel Osteen? Did you expect me to naturally perceive the Swami as automatically a worse or categorically different person than some humble Shaker in the hills? or Natalie Wynn? Did you think I'd see the Swami's followers as lesser beings than you? your friends?

I don't imagine you'll ever see the sense in my words, Howl. I expect you to be Normal.

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Bearable | A Reddie Fanfiction

Read it from the beginning

Chapter 1

"Bill, why? Why would you say yes to that party? We don't know him! What if he's some serial killer? What if he tries to get us to do drugs? What if he kills us or lives in a dumpster or something?" Eddie is erratic, his drink still in his hand. They were hardly off the block of the little cafe known as Portland Authentic. Eddie hadn't been too fond of the guy behind the counter, mostly because he had written 'Eds' on his coffee cup. "I mean- we only just got to Portland and you're already going to get us killed or something!"

"Eddie, it'll be fine," Stan is the one to cut in with reassurance, taking a sip from his own cup and somehow not flinching at the taste of the straight caffeine, "Yeah, he was a little energetic but he didn't seem malicious. I think it'll be a good opportunity to get to know some new people." Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but Bill beat him to it, and no one had the disrespect to talk over Bill. That was just... off limits, so Eddie shut his mouth again and tried not to grimace.

"Buh-buh-besides," He started, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other soaking up the warmth of his cinnamon cappuccino, "It'll be guh-good to get out and see what kind of people Portland has to offer." With that, the discussion was closed, and Eddie let it drop with just a sigh, trying to shake away the lingering annoyance clinging to his mind. There were too many good things about Portland to worry about the bad things- in just a few days he would be working towards his dream as a doctor- he had always wanted to be a doctor. When he was younger, he had wanted his career to be within the health arena for the sake of reassuring his mother that he could take care of himself without being stuck behind a desk- now, though, he wanted to become a doctor to prove his mother wrong, to learn all sorts of things that would help him confirm that he wasn't sick, and had never been sick like Sonia Kaspbrak had said he was.

The rest of the walk back home was near silent, consisting of craned necks and obvious gawking- Portland really was gorgeous, and so different from Derry. Rather than the tiny, modest homes Eddie and his friends grew up knowing, almost everything in the downtown area was some form of 19th century architecture or something alike- each building consisted of warm tones, arched windows, grand streetlamps with pots of colourful flowers. Eddie can't even imagine what it must look like in the daylight.

"Oh, here's my work," Stan said, seeming not to have realized what street they were wandering down. The three halted outside of a small flower shop, Roses on Deane, and approached the large, open windows in the front. The lights were out inside, obviously, but it was still possible to make out the shapes of many many bouquets. Stan had managed to score a job a few months back thanks to a cousin who had a friend who owned the place, and though Stan never considered himself a huge fan of flowers, Eddie could see how the place would fit him. At least one of them had a job- Eddie shudders to think that there is yet another huge thing he needs to get done this weekend. If he doesn't have a job by next weekend then he won't be able to pitch in to help with rent. Bill, who had been working at the library back home, had been transferred here too, so he was also getting payed bi-weekly. Eddie was alone in his unemployment, but that was okay. He was smart, and efficient, and he would get a job sooner or later somewhere.

"When do you start?" He asked, finally bringing his rapidly-cooling drink up to his lips. He braced himself for a horrid taste, taking a slow, tentative sip, and almost letting a sound of approval slip past his lips. It didn't... It didn't taste horrible. Peppermint was okay, in his opinion, and it balanced out the bitterness of the coffee just right.

"Tuesday at 5:00," Stan took one last glance through the window, smiling serenely and turning to continue on to their new apartment. Again, the three fell into silence, calm and comfortable. They walked another three blocks before spotting their building, and Bill was the one to pull out an access card to scan at the door. Their bags were already up in their house, and Eddie had even made a few comments on how he appreciated the security. Electronic locks were unheard of to Eddie until today, and he was pleased. Now, he was too exhausted to be pleased. His coffee had him buzzing, and he would force himself to stay awake until his suitcase was unpacked, but he couldn't wait to curl up in his new bed, away from his hometown for the first time in years.

"We'll have to go grocery shopping tuh-tomorrow," Bill hummed half to himself as he stepped into the elevator, clicking the button labeled with a '2'. "We won't have any fuh-fuh-food. I'll buy us breakfast in the morning."

"Thanks, Bill," Stan smiles, "We can make a meal plan, budget things out. Just to make sure we can always make rent." Eddie nodded along, and took another long sip of the minty-bitter drink in his hand.

"We should go look at the campus. I want to find out where my classes are, maybe." Eddie found himself rocking back and forth on his heels, watching the little glowing number above the elevator buttons blink from 'G' to '1' to, at last, '2'. With a ding, the doors slid open, and a dim hallway was presented to them, the lights on low now that it was just about 10:00 pm.

"I want to go see Back Cove Park at some point. The bird watching is great. They have egrets sometimes, and other birds I haven't seen yet. I always go there when I visit- it's like tradition." Stifling a yawn (not because of the bird talk- Eddie was just tired) Eddie nodded his head. In all honesty, a nature walk sounded nice. Already, he was missing the Barrens, the poor dam he remembers building with Bill ages and ages ago. "It's right on the water, so we can go fishing too, or swimming if you guys wanted to. It isn't always as warm as it is tonight, and it's only getting colder, but..." Stan shrugs. They arrive at their apartment door, number 29, and yet again Bill is the one to pull out his key and stick it into the lock, giving it a twist and pushing the door wide open. Eddie steps inside first, flicking on the light and taking in the sight of his new apartment.

The door opened up into a short hallway. To his direct right there was a door leading to a small closet. A little ways ahead, the hallway broke both left and right, the left way leading to the kitchen and living room along with the doors to the balcony and Bill's room- in turn, the right way led to the main bathroom and the two other bedrooms reserved for Eddie and Stan.

"Wuh-well, I guess this is goodnight," Bill says, shutting the door behind him and kicking off his shoes, "We all have a l-lot of unpacking to do, I'm sh-sure." Both Stan and Eddie nod in near-perfect unison.

"Goodnight, you guys. Enjoy your first sleep in our new house." Stan speaks with a grin, staring at both Eddie and Bill with that intense hazel gaze that seems to communicate the intense reality of the situation. The three men had made it out of their childhood town, and now they were living on their own. They really weren't children anymore. Along with that look in Stan's eyes came a heavy feeling of bittersweetness- Derry was gone, now, and with it, Eddie's childhood. He smiled at his two best friends, and then turned down the hallway to greet his room.

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"Alright, that's everything," Ben says as the doors to the cafe swing shut and he locks them tight.

"Another job well done, boy! Another fantastic job, I'd say!" Richie throws one arm over Ben's shoulders, and then the other pulls in Bev by the arm. Crushing his two buddies in a double side-hug, he speaks in his almost-perfected MovieTone Newsreel Announcer Voice, disturbing the silence of the dark Portland streets, "You're both quite the caffeine-mixin' maestros, eh? You'll do great things for this world, great things!"

"Beep-beep, Richie. I'm exhausted." Beverly was smiling, sure, but Richie really could tell that she was done with today. He let both she and Ben go, toning down his behavior and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to each along with his lighter. Ben declined as politely as possible, so Richie and Bev were left to smoke without him.

"You'll get those beers for me, won't you?" Richie asks, taking a drag and relishing in the way the smoke filled his lungs. He should probably quit sooner or later, huh? Maybe one day. "I've got the cash back home. I'll give it to you and you can just go buy whatever you want. Party booze of your choice." Ben let out a chuckle, waving a hand in front of his face to show his dislike of the cigarette smoke. Richie mumbled something akin to an apology.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get it. And don't worry about paying me back, I'll be drinking it too." Richie beamed. With a light punch to the shoulder, he turned his attention to Bev, ready to play a little bit of Cupid.

"You're coming too, right Bevvie?" He asked the question as if it were nothing, oh-so subtly bumping Ben with his elbow. Beverly shrugged.

"Probably. It's basically a sin to miss out on an infamous Tozier party, isn't it?" She placed the cigarette against her lips, and puffed out smoke right after. "What else is happening other than drinking too much and getting the Police called on us for being too loud?" Richie couldn't help but snicker at that. The Police had, on numerous occasions, been called on him for playing his music at ungodly levels, but, I mean, come on, he has fantastic taste and the world needs to know it.

"Who knows, maybe some pin the tail on the donkey? Musical chairs?" Ben and Beverly both let out a snort, the redhead spinning to face Richie with suddenly bright eyes.

"Please," She said with a wide, bright smile, "I would pay to see you get annihilated by Ben."

"Excuse me, Miss Marsh, but I pride myself on being a musical chairs master! I was unbeatable in my fifth grade class!" Placing a feign-offended hand on his chest, Richie guffawed, upturning his nose in mock disgust. Beverly was laughing now, a light and cheery sound almost like the jingling of the bell in the cafe but a little less annoying. The bell also didn't make Ben's face light up, and he didn't want to hear the bell forever.

"Probably because you were built like string cheese, Richie- No offense, of course." Beverly only laughed harder at Ben's quip, and yeah, Richie admits that it was pretty good and about 99% true.

"The best damn string cheese you've ever tasted, Haystack," Richie shot his friend a wink, lifting one foot and crushing his cigarette out on the sole of his shoe, "Now, my dearests, I must depart- nice work we did today, you two!" Richie flicked the butt away, speaking over his shoulder as he set off in the direction of home. "I'll see you both at my party!" He spins on his heel, waving Ben and Bev off with one last peace sign before continuing on into the darkness. Richie hummed a little tune to himself, a pep in his step despite his light tiredness. Oh, how he wanted to get home- the idea of cracking open a soda and sitting in front of the TV sounded pretty damn great right about now. For a Friday night the world was surprisingly quiet- the same wouldn't be said about tomorrow. Toziers were born to party. Richie's dad had thrown some ragers in his teenage days, and so had his mom- now, it was his turn to take on the family name and keep that legacy going. Other than beer he probably needed some snacks, chips or cookies or as Ben had so wonderfully suggested string cheese because who doesn't like string cheese? He made a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow and hoped that he didn't forget it.

Richie's apartment came into view, a pretty little six floor building made of a nice red brick. He lived on the top floor and his neighbors probably hated him for reasons that should be obvious enough but he'd yet to be kicked out which meant he still had some boundaries to push. He'd been brewing up a new party playlist for a few days now and he made yet another mental note to throw on 'Dancing Queen'. Richie's humming transformed into whistling as he pulled open the door to his building, waving to the late-night receptionist, a kind young lady who hated his guts and probably thought he was flirting with her all the time when he really didn't even swing that way.

"Good evening, m'lady," He said with a goofy, lopsided grin, earning a scowl over the top of a home-deco magazine, "Quite the swell night it is," He didn't linger long, pressing the call button for the elevator and stepping inside. He tapped '6' and waited, his spirits high, excited for tomorrow. He liked getting ready for parties. He liked the decorations he always put up, the arrangement of the snacks that he put too much thought into, and the anticipation of being the host because that always meant most eyes were on him. Up up up the elevator went, and let out a happy little ding as the doors peeled back open and he went right to his door. Richie pulled out his keys, jamming them into the doorknob and pushing the door open to reveal the space inside. "Honey, I'm home!" He called out the words, arms out at his side in a motion of grandeur. Of course, there was no response, and he kicked the door shut with his heel. Richie tossed his keys onto the little table by the door, toeing off each shoe in turn and leaving them discarded in the middle of the entryway.

"Hey there, babes," His first stop was the fish tank on the kitchen counter, packed with swimming little neon tetra and angelfish and Richie's prized bala shark he named Bella- creative, he knows- to sprinkle in some food. The little jar was just beside the aquarium, and he popped off the lid, shaking it above the open water and watching his little pals swim forth for their dinner. With his lasting grin, Richie let out a chuckle, his heart swelling at the sight of his aquatic children as he set the food back on the counter and took a step away. His own stomach let out a growl, and he realized for the first time that he hasn't eaten since after his last class, way back at 3:00. Popping open his fridge, Richie scanned it's contents- yep, he really needed to go get food tomorrow. There was next to nothing. He settled half-reluctantly on some month-old instant ramen and cooked it up with ease. Richie hadn't had instant ramen in ages, but there was a good amount of nostalgia contained within the simple dish. It had carried him through high school one plastic cup at a time, helping him fight through long nights of studying and even a nasty breakup.

The microwave let out three beeps, calling out 'Hey! I'm done, come eat me!' with each and every one. Richie ate it as he hastily cleaned up the kitchen, throwing dishes in the dishwasher and even taking the time to watch a casserole dish by hand, putting on his playlist but keeping the speakers on a low volume for the sake of his neighbors. No more than 15 minutes passed and then he was done, finally allowing himself to do what he's been anticipating all day. With a Pepsi in hand, he made the couch his home, curling up in a knitted blanket and tuning into 'Friends'. As he watched, one eye always on the TV, he snatched the black nail polish from it's spot on the coffee table and began to paint it over the chipped remnants of what was already there. At some point, after they'd dried, he ended up falling asleep on the sofa.

[dannypuro]

It's completely up to you, but I think you should definitely make a holiday fic in the Something Telling universe. It's probably because I'm partial because I've absolutely fallen in love with Something Telling and think it's one of the greatest fanfics I've ever read, but I would love to read a holiday fic from it. I guess it's because I really wanna see what Enjolras' first 21st century Christmas is like. And his opinions on Eggnog. Was that a thing in the 1800s?

Hmmghn..... Much To Think About....

Thank u for eggnog question. eggnog isn’t super big in france today, actually--it’s not a really common holiday bevvie like it is in the usa. HOWEVER, courf did a semester abroad in the US during college and never recovered--he now insists on 1) halloween parties and 2) eggnog. somebody stop him. he makes grantaire make a giant batch of boozy eggnog for every holiday gathering and everybody gains like 5 pounds over the course of the night. 

enjy would actually be vaguely familiar with eggnog. not the modern type that we know today, probably--but eggy, boozy, milky drinks have been around in europe for centuries. eggnog is actually a bit of a relic, in that regard. at enjy’s time, it was likely a quite bougie type of drink, since eggs and milk and good, strong liquor were all pretty expensive, and i don’t really know if culturally it would have been his family’s celebratory drink of choice, but it wouldn’t seem too strange to him as a holiday beverage. i’m willing to bet he would have tasted a similar egg-milk-booze drink before he left for paris and got all ascetic.

THAT BEING SAID, when courf brings out the obligatory eggnog, enj gets a little excited. it’s FANCY to him, ok?? that type of rich alcoholic bevvie is permanently coded in his mind as “indulgent and fancy and special” and he wouldn’t have had anything like it in like ten years. he gets smashed. courf is just glad to have somebody else on his side. 

PRO EGGNOG COALITION: courf, enjy, jehan, bossuet, bahorel, cosette

ANTI EGGNOG COALITION: ferre, musichetta, joly

EGGNOG NEUTRAL: feuilly (has 2 small glasses); marius (excluded from the anti-eggnog coalition by combeferre); grantaire (secretly likes eggnog but complains for the fun of it)