#bonsar on the other hand ...

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Thoughts on Patfren?

none. not a single thought. and u cant make me have any thoughts on it either

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Caesar has two hands. One is held by Bonnie. The other is also held by Bonnie. His hands got cold and Bonnie is warming them up.

river we got another good bonsar post

[anthroparis]

little bonsar fic river commissioned. it turned out well so I thought I'd post here too! word count is around 1k.

(comm info is here)

It had been a long night. 

The sound of the morning crew in the studio next door was Caesar’s cue to finally close the laptop and stow it away until he’d gotten enough sleep to bear gazing into that uncaring white light again. It took a lot of effort to hit the save icon in the corner of the program and let the file go dormant for the evening. 

This- Aftermath, that is- was so much different from his little bedroom studio back home. He had a crew of thirty people at his disposal, international airing time, and a dedicated fan audience that rivaled his original following by tenfold. Caesar could, quite frankly, do nothing. Just sit back and enjoy his limelight- let the paid professionals take care of the gritty details while he lounged with little imported cucumber slicers over his eyes to give him that fresh “good night’s rest” look. 

Of course, if he did have other people working for him, he could actually get a good night’s rest. Truthfully, Caesar couldn’t stand having people he barely knew impose their own conflicting visions over his. He was beginning to lose track of how many times he yelled at a production assistant for moving a potted plant, or argued with a producer over SFX. It was beginning to exhaust him- in a depressing way, he was starting to understand why Chris McLean turned the way he did. 

Half of the next Aftermath episode was edited on his own personal computer, by his own two hands. It felt good, having that authority. That control over his work. Besides the conflicts with the studio heads, he was admired for his talent- “Caesar Flickerman, the man who can do it all!” 

He pushed his desk chair back and let it roll a few feet before finally getting up. Truthfully, there was a lot he couldn’t do. He couldn’t flip a pancake in a pan. He couldn’t cut his own hair. He couldn’t resist adding a little dash through his written sevens. 

The catering table was empty, of course, only a stark white cloth covering its surface. In a few hours, it’d be covered in finger sandwiches and donut holes for the next crew. But for now, it was empty, perfectly empty, and Caesar enjoyed the feeling of putting his computer bag on it. Across from the white table cloth was a dark form lying awkwardly on a black couch, each side of the room contrasting each other like Yin and Yang. 

He didn’t want to wake them. Not yet. 

In the periwinkle light of dawn, everything seemed so normal. If Caesar closed his eyes, he could pretend that they weren’t in a film studio in Toronto in the naught hours of the morning. No, there was nothing quite beautiful about that- they were in his grandmother’s basement, years before she passed and her beautiful home was repossessed and bulldozed. Lying on the soft green floral couch, watching old romances from the ‘50s on the box TV set atop a stack of New Yorkers. The smell of rosemary and thyme coming from upstairs. 

Oh, how he wished he’d met Bonnie some other way. 

There was a kind of mourning between them that neither wanted to speak about. It was a silent funeral of “what if’s” and fantasies of a world in which their lives were much different. Where they could have sleepovers in the attic and bake cookies for trips to the park on warm days. 

But here they were, anyway. Backstage, where only hours ago they had been cornered into sharing their feelings to millions of apathetic viewers over a screen. This was life for them. Nothing could change that now. 

Sometimes, he felt as if Bonnie could’ve saved him if the two met sooner. 

If he’d had them all those years ago, when he felt alone in the way that makes you dizzy and disoriented, even when you’re surrounded by people. The way he felt when he passed the supermarket that was built over his grandmother’s house. 

Maybe he wouldn’t have to be so charming. Maybe he wouldn’t have to have become Caesar Flickerman, the man who can do it all, as a means of survival. Maybe he wouldn’t have discovered the truth about the world so quickly, that it doesn’t matter how smart or talented you truly are, success is achieved through charisma. And in most cases, charisma and lying are one in the same. 

Because, and the truth was, that no matter how “talented” people thought he was, Bonnie made him feel stupid. 

They just had a way of stripping away the layers and layers of lacquer he’d coated himself with over the years, as if they didn’t matter to them at all. As if Bonnie could see right through him and grasp the lonely little child he’d spent so much time and effort trying to bury, and hold his hand while they crossed the street. They made him feel stupid. Weak. 

And he liked that about them. No, loved that about them. Loved how they made him see things so differently. Loved how they made him question himself. Loved how they made him think about silly things like the couch in his grandmother’s basement. 

He sometimes wondered how just one person could be all that. How they could be everything. 

Caesar tried not to dwell on it too much. He didn’t want to ruin a good thing by overthinking it, after all. No, he wanted to stay in this little bubble forever, where life was just about him staying up ‘til five in the morning and Bonnie waiting for him outside. 

“You stress yourself too much,” They said that a lot. Caesar was always tempted to chide them- he knew that Bonnie was just as, if not more stressed than he, they just stowed it away until they could handle it on their own time. Caesar took out his worries on DaVinci Resolve, Bonnie tapped their feet and chewed their nails and checked the time on the big white clock in the production meeting room. 

But, all the same, he wanted to say “You’re right. Let’s go,” and disappear with them into the early morning Toronto fog, and never come back. He wanted to build a house with them, brick by brick, with a basement and a green sofa and a box TV, and fill it with the smell of rosemary and thyme. 

But neither of them could do that. 

So, instead, Caesar laid his coat over Bonnie’s shoulders and fell asleep next to them.

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What's your take about bonsars relationship

if you're looking for me to slander bonsar or go "it's romantic or platonic no in between!" you are in the wrong place, compadre. I'm aromantic. I don't believe that a relationship has to be romantic at all to be considered a relationship. I'm romance-repulsed and still date people, and it's rarely ever a problem. I'm someone's (more than just one someone, technically) girlfriend and I'm still avoidant of explicitly romantic scenes.

so the question for me is more like, would bonnie and caesar, as characters, want to label each other as partners?

like, when I look at bonnie, I see someone who may not be wholly comfortable just jumping into labels like that. as they said in the romcom ep, they just got used to having friends, and rushing into relationships seems like something that would ultimately be bad for them.

caesar seems a little conflicted on what he wants, but he understands his personal feelings a little more- he's said it himself, he and bonnie are soulmates. they're a team. but he's hung up on what that means of them, and how they should proceed.

we had a similar argument back in the day about the rr ice dancers. there were people arguing for them romantically, people arguing for them platonically, people stating that they wouldn't be attracted to each other because x is gay and x is pan and x is so-and-so, and my stance has always been Who Give a Fuck.

sometimes people are just in love with each other in a way that's not platonic, nor romantic, nor sexual, but a secret fourth thing that either combines some or all of these elements or exists completely outside of them. I would consider my relationship with gideon to be something on its own entirely, and I think a lot of aro4aro couples (whether they include aroace or alloaro people) would share a similar sentiment.

if I had to explain bonsar in terms of my own relationship, it's this:

they're not quite in love in the traditional sense, but they are absolutely not friends. they love each other more than anything. they understand each other like no one else can. if everything goes to shit and they end up furious and alone, they'll still love each other, even if they could never admit that. they have a playful, friendly dynamic that's observed between friends, and a deep love of each other that most would associate with lovers. they hold hands in public like it's the most natural thing in the world. caesar is the only person bonnie feels comfortable expressing physical affection to. bonnie is the only person caesar feels comfortable talking to about his thoughts. bonnie started carrying bandaids on them after they met because caesar trips a lot and never remembers them. caesar was the only person to remember bonnie's birthday one year. they don't necessarily understand each other's taste in music, but that's okay, they know they don't have to be the exact same to enjoy each other's company. sometimes bonnie will start talking and then realize they've been going on for ten minutes straight because caesar doesn't stop them. when caesar rambles, he always gets surprised that bonnie will add on and listen actively because he's so used to people ignoring the mundane details about his life. sometimes bonnie gets quiet and doesn't want to talk about what's going on in their head and caesar holds them until they feel good again. sometimes it's the other way around. they cut each other's hair. they have sleepovers. they kiss, and it isn't a big deal. they talk about bad movies and good albums. they send each other pictures of the sky when they're apart. they share clothes. they argue about whether spring or autumn is better. they go over to each other's houses and bake cakes at midnight because they couldn't sleep. they go to the library together. they sit on swing sets and share earbuds. they can talk for a week straight or not talk for a month and their relationship remains unchanged. what they have is undoubtedly, irrefutably, love. not romantic love. not platonic love. just love.

is that so hard for people to understand?

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tti returnee predictions

the simulator will have picked random people and so in theory it could be anyone. BUT. since joner’s writing the episodes and has planned the plot points and everything, imo the returnees are most likely going to have some plot relevance (or at least one of them is) so here are what i think the chances of each contestant coming back is

fren: 4/10. definitely a possibility, esp since he’s confirmed to be in action. but i dont think so

joner: 6/10. narratively it’d make sense since michael and mclovin are about to address the issue(s) they have with each other and i can definitely see his return kinda lighting the fuse as they try to get him involved/take their side. think he’d be a mediator

peter: 2/10. doubt it, but it would be funny if he leaves due to injury twice

patrick: 6/10. my opinion fluctuates because on one hand i can see him being all “im back and now im not taking any chances im gonna win” etc etc etc but on the other hand, the current cast is pretty antag/morally grey heavy already so i dont know what he’d bring to the table and also he doesn’t rlly have a storyline to follow on with

kitty: 6/10. they weren’t removed from the island afaik so could very easily come back izzy-style. but also they didn’t rlly make friends or have a narrative to continue with so their presence on the island would be a bit too similar to scary i think. that being said the simulator will not take that into consideration sooo idk

mal: 7/10. she said “this isnt over” when she left and courtney’s still in the game sooo.... their whole thing could continue where it left off, i think there’s definitely more to work with since courtney didnt really get any closure on the matter? 

o: 1/10. highly doubt he’s coming back. he didnt rlly have a storyline and he was there long enough that i think he would have if he was coming back

sha-mod: 3/10. would be very surprised if he came back. don’t think there’s anywhere else to go with his relationship with mclovin and he didnt rlly talk to anyone else

frollo: 2/10. highly doubt it but MAN itd be funny. he has no narrative at all he has no friends like what would he even do? continue reading his bible? slay i hope he wins

caesar: 2/10. as nice as a bonsar reunion would be, itd ruin the development that bonnie’s getting from being on their own, and he doesn’t rlly have any plotline to continue

austin: 1/10. same as above. if he came back it’d be funny but also a waste since there are so many others who,,, i don’t wanna say deserve it more but yea deserve it more. what did austin even do kelly carried him the whole way lbr

soo to conclude, i think mal will almost definitely come back eva-style (courtney being bridgette). and either joner patrick or kitty im not as sure my mind keeps changing with them

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I am. SO excited and also SO scared for tta bonsar

on one hand, campfire couple, on the other hand... total drama nonsense