#chappie poster

[endless-ineffabilities]

headcanon that ewan bought a poster of chemical override reader actress for the set decor for the music video because martin has a celebrity crush on her!

Ngl I was confused for a sec on who Martin is, until I checked Ewan's imdb... heh.

In my mind, his character for In the Modern World was just 'stinky feral hot carjitsu boy' 😂

You best believe I'll be working on this over the next day - bonus chappie incoming!

[eirinstiva]

Le soleil brillera toujours!

Second and final part of "Comrade Bingo" and I'm trying to put into English words my opinion on Bingo Little but I'm laughing so hard that I can't translate it. At least I'll try~

Bingo, esto te pasa por weón no más. [Bingo, this happens to you just for being dumb]

A threatening letter? Just to get money from your uncle and to impress the girl of the moment?

“Bertie, my lad,” said Bingo, taking me earnestly by the coat-sleeve, “I had an excellent reason. Posterity may say of me what it will, but one thing it can never say⁠—that I have not a good solid business head. Look here!” He waved a bit of paper in front of my eyes. “Great Scott!” It was a cheque⁠—an absolute, dashed cheque for fifty of the best, signed Bittlesham, and made out to the order of R. Little. “What’s that for?” “Expenses,” said Bingo, pouching it. “You don’t suppose an investigation like this can be carried on for nothing, do you?

Oh, shut up!

Ocean Breeze losing the race is just karma for using Bertie's flat for a meeting. Also, Bingo tries to make a plan but changes it at last minute, get distracted by another woman, or forgot to pay attention to all the details, or he's to upset for losing money... Bingo needs to be a more cold headed like Jeeves.

Comrade Butt has his revenge! And he made it in public, in front of Lord Bittlesham and a crowd. Thanks to the police this didn't get worse.

They look like wet cats~

“What beats me is how the dickens the thing happened. I mean, how did the chappie Butt ever get to know who he was?” Jeeves coughed. “There, sir, I fear I may have been somewhat to blame.”

I KNEW IT! My dear Jeeves!!! He just needed a few words to Comrade Butt and everything snowballed from there. Did it on purpose or it was an accident? Are we sure Jeeves told that accidentally? As chilean and communist comedian Bombo Fica would say: Sospechosa la weá [suspicious thing/derogative, joking]. However, Jeeves deserves that money.

Will Bingo learn his lesson? No, because being a bit (a lot) dumb and lovesick is essential in Bingo's personality. He always will have his mom friend Bertie to support him and Jeeves to at least think about the consecuences of everybody's actions.

Maybe this is the end of Bingo's political career and the end of another romance, but don't worry comrade Bingo, as L'Internationale says "the sun will always shine!"

[anishake]

Bleach character’s and their planet placements

Yes, it’s what you're thinking - this is a post about what planet placements different characters might have, here we go (The sun signs are from offical databook):

Ichigo - Cancer Sun with 

Moon in Scorpio:  Mom related angst? Ichigo is a poster child of Moon in Scorpio placement, these people often come with a big emotional baggage when it comes to their moms and let’s not start with the complicated inner world he had

Mercury in Leo - Honestly, the reason I gave this placement to him is that Ichigo loves Shakespear, these people are fan of poetry and are more inclined to do well in humanitarian subjects. As it is revealed Ichigo became a translator, so I think the Leo Mercury makes perfect sense for him.

Venus in Cancer - he is a family man, need to say more?

Mars in Aries - Ichigo is very hotheaded, goes straight into action without thinking much and it’s always insticts  driving him, rather then logic, also he has big and endless energy, just like Mars in Aries.

Rukia - Capricorn with 

Moon in Aries: Rukia is a true definition of independent woman who knows how to give others motivation. She steadily rises to any challenges and is an honorable warrior. Besides she is very explosive and never shies away from anger - a true Moon in Aries Queen

Mercury in Aquarius - she is a very progressive and individualistic thinker and her weird chappy drawings are definitely the product of this placement.

Venus in Sagittarius - Rukia is in no way a romantic, but when she loves, she loves deeply and always places huge ideals on people she deems close. 

Mars in Virgo - She is very practical, hard working and a bit self-sacrificial. Think this placement makes sense for her.

Orihime -  Virgo with

Moon in Cancer - a perfect bundle of empathetic, caring and emotional. She even has that round face that many Cancer Moon gives.

Mercury in Libra - Orihime was the hopeless daydreamer and romantic. Never brisk or rude when it came to communication.

Venus in Libra - Again, we come to romance and love. She professed her undying love and wished that she had 5 lives  but one love interest in all of them. Yeah this Venus natives are that romantic and pretty much in love with the idea of being in love. 

Mars in Virgo - Orihime was always good with house chores and she is a healer, she might not be the best of warriors but never backs down from doing work. 

Aizen - Gemini with

Moon in Leo - this man had a HUGE ego. Not to mention, Aizen did all the work just because he didn’t want to be under anyone else’s rule, this moon has the narcissist jumping out and the hair game is on point always, when it comes to Leo.

Mercury in Gemini - This placements are clever as hell, big multitaskers and sharp minds. 

Venus in Taurus - Aizen was a man of Luxury, what can I say. 

Mars in Scorpio - Scheming for years and making sure everything is under your control? Leave it to this placement to execute everything perfectly and without anyone knowing. 

Byakuya - Aquarius with 

Moon in Leo - one thing Byakuya is is a prideful man with a hint of ego lurking on the surface. Besides he was quite a hothead and is a secret one still to this day. No one better to do that with than good ol’ fire moon. Not to forget, he has a fabulous hair.

Mercury in Capricorn - A true conservative. He knows how to carry on the legacy and is a very reserved talker, unless provoked. 

Venus in Aquarius - this placement is a rule-breaker and nonconventional when it comes to love affairs. We all know who he married and how he defied rules to have Hisana as his wife.

Mars in Capricorn - cold, disciplined and unapproachable, that’s our Byakuya so I went with this Mars placement.

Yoruichi - Capricorn with

Moon in Gemini - this placement is chill, playful and doesn’t tend to dwell on things much like Yoruichi. It’s all fun, flirting and games for this Moon

Mercury in Sagittarius - she is a free spirit, doesn’t care much about formalities and often says things as it is

Venus in Capricorn - I’m really not sure about this Venus placement for Yoruichi, but taking all the signs, this might be the perfect choice for her, considering her noble lineage. (Another option: Scorpio Venus, goes with her character as well)

Mars in Sagittarius - Legs and tighs! yup, no one has it better than this Mars sign just like Yoruichi. 

Ulqiorra -  Sagittarius with 

Moon in Capricorn - to say it lightly, this Moon doesn’t do emotions well and one thing Ulquiorra struggled were his and other’s feelings, having problems with nihilism. 

Mercury in Scorpio - he isn’t man of many words, but when he speaks he doesn’t play around goes straight to the point. Also he is very observing. 

Venus in Scorpio - Ulquirra had the theme of Lust going on, what other Venus to give him than Scorpio, with his depth and obsessive nature. 

Mars in Virgo - he was a dutiful and responsible man, always doing what he was given orders. This Mars knows how to do exactly that

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Time for chappy 7.

Chad's parents were getting suspicious of his recent behavior. He was snatching more food from the fridge than usual and taking batteries. It was like there were extra people living in the house.

Chad kept denying that anything was wrong, but they knew something was up. They were watching their son change, of course kids grew up, but so quickly…? I mean, he grows quickly…get it?

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Chad was looking through the classifieds. He needed to get a job. His parents were getting suspicious (sorry, couldn't think of another word) of his behavior. To think of it, he had a larger handle on his emotions. He hadn't gotten big in a while.

He knew if he got big, he would have nowhere to go. Especially at night. He also didn't want to freak the kids out more than they already were.

As he walked home, he was taking the long route more often, he saw people hanging missing posters. Posters of the kids he kidnapped.

He stared at the smiling face of the first kid, as he did not know his name, and found his name was Christian. And right near his was a missing poster for James Goodman.

He felt his heart clench, but reminded himself that it was for the greater good. Just above that poster was a sign up for a little league job position as a coach.

He took a little tag and went home. Perhaps he could get a job there.

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He stared at the photo as he sat in his room, looking over the two he had yet to figure out how to get them.

He stared at the faces of the tan, peppy looking guy and the skinny pale guy. The men in the photo were still fading, if not faster than before. He had to do this quickly, or the world as they knew it could end.

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A little boy no more than eight years of age held the hand of his father as he signed the little league sign up sheet. It was the little boy's summer activity. Baseball, “Ricky,” his father said, glancing down at his bouncing son, “are you sure you want to do this?” the boy, Ricky, nodded, “Yeah! This is going to be epic.” His father chuckled and ruffled his son's unruly locks.

Ricky was always the winner of tag. Always the champ of foot races. He loved to run. That was just it. He loved to run. Everywhere.

There was always something special about him. He was always jazzed up for the day, but sometimes that jazz would overload and he would become a blur. See, he was a super, as a small portion of Orange County residents are.

His name? Richard Timothy Falomir.

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Ricky was dropped off just as he was every weekend. He had been doing little league for about two months and had a pretty good group of friends. 

He was the guy who chased the ball, I don't know what it's called and I'm not googling it, the man on the outfield. I think it's called an outfielder, whatever I don't know, anyway…

Ricky sprinted up to his friends and they exchanged greetings before talking about some stupid nonsense that eight year olds talk about until the coach came.

The coach was a hulking teenager who, if he didn't have such a kind demeanor, would be terrifying. His name was Chad. He blew his coaching whistle, “Alright, alright, budge up, we've got a big game tonight, so let's practice.” He said. 

Practice went as it usually went. Ricky almost lost control of his speed, but checked it just in time.

As practice came to a close, Chad blew the whistle again. The kids filed out to the bleachers and waited for their parents. The only one left waiting after everyone left was Ricky, “Your father told me to give you a ride, Ricky.” Said Chad, patting Ricky on his shoulder.

Ricky felt a little prickle of anxiety rush through him. Something told him that Chad was lying. A nagging little gnat told him. Something that he would never believe.

He trusted Chad, “Yeah, okay.” And so they went off.

Chad was oddly silent during the ride, glancing behind them every now and then. Ricky thought it was weird, but didn't really acknowledge it until they turned off to the highway, “Uh, Chad, this is not the way to-” but he was cut off by Chad lifting up a tire iron, “Tie that rag around your eyes.” Ricky began to freak, hyperventilating like mad. He looked to the floor of the truck and saw a filthy red rag.

Chad was still holding the iron in his fist, as though he was going to strike. Ricky's hands quivered as he tied the bandana around his tear filled eyes, “Why?” He asked, his voice small. He heard the tire iron clatter back to the floor and what sounded like repressed crying.

He wondered if the sound was coming from him, or if it wasn't actually crying, but instead laughing at the prospect of doing something horrible.

Ricky began to full on sob. He was so scared. So so scared. He tried to quiet down and stop, as to try to not annoy Chad.

Ricky had watched documentaries with his father on killers, and one thing they hated was being annoyed. But he couldn't help it. They drove for a long time, Ricky had eventually fallen asleep, despite being keyed up with fear. He sobbed himself out and fell asleep, his last conscious thoughts were memories of him and his father. Of happy times that would never come again.

[nethhiri]

That last bit?! Setting the place on fire?? God it’s so cool to imagine

Mini the battle pig lol

Will her updated wanted poster have mini or will she get her own?

And the seriousness/revenge onto the banter of kid?

I’m literally squealing and shaking my hands

Thank you for the chapter and remember to take care of yourself first <3

I was trying to think of the most chaotic/ overkill situation lol.

Mini is DEF going to be a battle pig. And after that, I can totally see a wanted poster just for her lmaooo. I have ideas for her new wanted poster tho. I'd like to draw one.

Yo the banter was my favorite part to write. I was giggling and kicking my feet. And the next part.... gonna have more for sure. We're entering the Enemies to Rivals/Friends arc.

Aww haha don't worry about me. This is like my decompression after work 😊 Glad you enjoyed the chappie!!

[coralsgrimes]

"Forget how much he’s selling it for, I wanna know WHO would buy that!!!??"//

Sadly, he's not even the only one to sell chappy merchandise at ridiculous prices (=anything and everything more than free of charge, imo), and these concerts are pretty much populated by people who will happily buy it. That's why they're selling this stuff, because people are willing to spend money on it.

I'd say most of them are too young to know better, except most of the fans here are in their mid twenties or older. Much older, in some cases. So that's not the explanation either.

Isn't it the case though? That the artists are making monies out of merchandise more than from the actual concerts/tours?

And like imma guilty here too lol I have every DM tour tee since tour of the universe and I only wear them never lol or ye know every other concert I go to I'm getting one cuz imma a junkie collector

But like a shitty poster? I would rather poke me eyes out xd and lets be honest here Benny's merch attempts look extra cheap and self-made (not a compliment nor accomplishment) AND more importantly he is selling (and selling only) to a specific group of people who want it so he making them monies till they willing to pay... What I mean his gigs are not attended by randoms who want to go to a concert, they are fan experiences for desperate fangirls to see his big ego up close so they could feel even more frendsy with him and get them monies right into his pocket without a third party pocketing parts of it like at cons xd

But ye know they are supporting their babe and he made it himself specifically for them so yeaaaaash they will buy

[present-future]

[posterporn]

Chappie (2015) by [?]

Directed by Neill Blomkamp

Starring Sharlto Copley, Dev Patel, Hugh Jackman, Ninja (Watkin Tudor Jones), Yolandi Visser, Jose Pablo Cantillo, & Sigourney Weaver

[kylejamesfilm]

My poster redesign for February is District 9! Every time I watch this I am so impressed by how great the designs are for the aliens, ships, guns, etc.

[the-spachelor]

Enjoying the enormity of my friend’s bed, and loving having it to myself for now. But I sure wish she’d hurt up and get home so I can SLEEP

[addison1992]

I went a little wild at various Vintage Stock stores. I even got to see a hipster thief run off with a stack of vinyl. Sadly I didn't realize what I was seeing until it was done and didn't even get the license plate. Fml. @fallout @ghostbusters #posters #movies #tvshows #blurays #dvd #fallout #ghostbusters #chuck #madmax #chappie #2012 #idlehands #assassinscreed #bookofeli #apocalypse #nerd #geek #moviebuff #nerdherd (at Broken Arrow, Oklahoma) https://www.instagram.com/p/CV83UClL4fY/?utm_medium=tumblr

[randomveyn]

Hello Can you do an Ichigo x reader with a Yuzu who is jealous that her big brother is leaving (because the reader and Ichigo are getting married) and a funny isshin please💘🥺

help this is so cute!! you have no idea how happy i am when i was writing this 🥹 i hope you don't mind me writing this in a freeform (like not in a real fic format. just my thoughts and rambles.)

✨ long rambles under the cut ✨

okay so if ichigo and reader are getting married he'd definitely insist on moving out! it's his only chance to escape isshin's morning kick and his insane fatherly love. also, ichigo absolutely don't want his old man gawk at his s/o and stupidly stick around them the whole day. it's annoying as hell. (ichigo and karin are gonna protect reader at all cost)

isshin will 100% ugly cry on the first time he met reader, shaking their hands frantically, thanking them from the bottom of his heart that they'd even spared a glance on his rebellious, unlovable orange haired son. (he's getting a getsuga tensho from said son.)

after all banters and jokes, isshin might get a little serious (his highest record is 11 seconds flat) and talk about what it is like to walk down a lifelong journey with a shinigami. he has his worries but isshin knows they both are strong together, which reminds him of the day he come the decision of marrying his wife. (cue, isshin rush to that huge ass poster of his very beautiful wife and starts crying all over again)

oh, and isshin is giving them the protection amulet too bc he can't really trust his son on anything. (getsuga tensho on his ass this time)

now, ichigo was surprised to find that his sweetest, cutest little yuzu is not happy about his marriage. (ngl his heart died a little inside) i mean, she isn't exactly opposed to it. in fact, she couldn't be more happy to know his brother found his true love. it's just a teensy bit of jealousy that every younger sibs have for their onii-chan. not to mention, ichigo is rarely at home ever since he started his substitute shinigami job. their family bonding time is only limited to dinner, (sometimes ichigo skip that too) and now you're telling her she's getting none of them??!! just imagine she couldn't cook sunny side up and omurice for him anymore. 😭💔

but fret not, guess who's gonna come save the day!?? it's kon-sama!! okay no he's gonna be bostov for a couple of days, let her dress him up in pink dresses and frills to cheer her up a bit. bc kon self-proclaimed he's ichigo best buddy and would do anything for him.

in exchange, kon wants to be the host on his wedding day. (he ended up being the mascot…yk those that are attached at the front of the car) and, the karakura rangers all got the memo and are here to support yuzu and help her navigate through her emotions. (ichigo is deeply moved, not realizing how many good friends he actually has)

eventually, yuzu understands and feels slightly embarrassed that she threw a tantrum over something small like this. (she's so precious okay everyone give her a hug 🥺) but she's a little stubborn though. like she feels sorry but she's not apologizing this time. ichigo and reader will be invited to dinner, where she cooks up a feast with all her onii-chan's favorite food. “they say lock a man's heart with good food so you still have a long way to go, hmph!” she proudly declares with a smug grin, prompting ichigo to ruffle her hair, just like how he always does.

bonus:

ishida makes the best wedding attire for them. he may have accidentally added too much frills on ichigo's though.

i know we said kon will be the mascot but rukia is offering her building-sized chappy too. and she's drawing all the invitation cards by hand! be grateful ichigo!

“nii-sama! how about thank you gift of chocolates in the design of wakame ambassador!”

“hm…splendid suggestion, rukia.”

“uhh urm…byakuya you really don't have to－”

“kurosaki-kun! did you know chocolate goes well with mayonnaise!”

“omg not you too…inoue”

chad and renji may be all cool on the outside but they're secretly competing to be the best man. if they were to give a speech or something on that day, don't be surprised to find them rehearsing at urahara's training ground.

renji would come up with the corniest speech ever that he can't read it without getting his face as red as his hair.

chad is naturally a man with few words so he'd probably write a song instead. best man award goes to him pls 👏🏻

don't invite toushirou pls he's fuming at everyone trying to convince him to be the flower boy 💀

don't invite rangiku-san too. she has no self-control. she'll drink up every cup of alcoholic beverage like water.

[suboptimal-auteur]

Chappie (2015) dir. Neill Blomkamp

[jjksblackgf]

BTS headcanon - make out sessions (valentine’s special)

kim seokjin

he’s a romantic, so expect some classy flirting leading to it

a few winks and smirks when nobody’s watching

when people are watching too, he likes the color of your cheeks after

also likes when you get bold and winks back

gets hella flustered and his heart goes all crazy

part of lip balm gang

applies every five minutes, doesn’t want chappy and dry lips

only the best for his boo

kisses you Pepé Le Pew style

starts with the hand, goes through your arm until he reaches your face

just because it’s romantic and goofy like him

but gets serious quickly

lands his lips calmly on yours, he’s a man of precision

likes to lead

his kisses are intense but delicate

his hands go directly to your face and hair

caresses your cheek a lot

lip bites and fastens the pace when he wants the mood to switch

min yoongi

the go-with-the-flow guy

he doesn’t care where you two are, if you’re both in the mood then some kissing is happening

favorite places are on his studio couch, or in bed at home

likes to sit down so he can put your legs on his lap

his hands are either palming your thighs or holding your neck in place

he’s a softie, so will absolutely put romantic songs on his computer or cellphone

has a designated playlist for it that he updates almost every week

master in tongue technology (wbk)

fluent in french 😏

his kisses are slow and steady

or steamy and eager

there is no in-between

likes to wander his lips around your upper body

the neck is his favorite place

especially when you’re wearing perfume

likes to bite when it gets steamy

bite of the earlobe and whispering dirty words combo is his favorite weapon

your lips usually end up swollen

jung hoseok

adventurous and giggly boy

there’s no indicator of where it’ll end up

he likes many things and wants to try everything

sometimes on the same day, sometimes not

big fan of pda when he knows he’s around people he can trust

so quick make out sessions in front of friends is not uncommon

unless you’re uncomfortable, then is a huge no no, he has a heart of gold

likes when the make out session it’s just a make out session

doesn’t mind when things lead to the bedroom, but likes the kissing just for the sake of it

not much of a grabber, so his hands just stay still on your hips or waist

unless he’s feeling more of a sexy vibe

his hands will loosen up and travel through your body

his kiss will intensify

likes to kiss you very slowly to build up the tension

also goes for the neck, but to him, the real gold is in the cleavage

licking is encouraged

hair pulling is also a thing

doesn’t shy from hidden hickies

kim namjoon

this sexy ass man

who is also a big softie

is a man of many moods, but the two main are: gentle boy and papi chulo

the days when he’s into the former, he goes all out to make small romantic gestures

small because he’s a private man, y’know

sets up dinner at his apartment

orders food, because... you know

sits next to you and shares the desert

likes sweet and chocolatey kisses

very intimate where he lets his guard down

just gives into the moment

when he switches into his papi chulo mode, you better brace yourself

the Dom™ has been unleashed

expect this man to say dirty things to your ear Ddaeng style

his voice sending chills to your spine just entices him up

a lot of hair pulling and lip sucking

some nice spanking while you straddle his lap

park jimin

this flirty ass man

he wants you to think he’s only cute and pure, but do not be fooled

the pda poster boy

will not leave you alone until people around you knows what’s going on

will be tasteful though, he’s a man of class

neck kisses while hugging you from behind

forehead kisses while grabbing that ass

anything to make you hot and bothered while giving him the excuse to say “I’m just being cute”

when in the privacy of his house, he likes to make out while cuddling

is the little spoon for easy access of dem titties and neck

palming your ass, obviously

another member of the lip balm gang

those fluffy pillows make for tender kisses

enjoys when you play with his hair

his tongue is usually under control, but he lets loose every once in a while

when he’s feeling extra, he puts on lip gloss to keep it fun

the amount is going to depend on your mood

kim taehyung

intense could be his middle name

romantic could also

was born for the romance and longing

wrote the textbook on teasing

kisses all over your face and miss your lips to make you beg

will give you his deep voiced laugh once you sigh in defeat

but knows how to make up for all the playing around

will lift your chin with his fingers

look deep into your eyes for a few seconds

loves the pink color that invades your cheeks

lowers himself so your lips are brushing against each other

smiles before placing a chaste kiss

guides your hands to rest on his shoulders

hugs your waist while deepening your kiss

would hug your entire body if he could

we have another french fluent on our hands

wants your kisses to be movie perfect, so will spin you around every once in a while

jeon jungkook

this man is another big softie

extra sensible when he’s around you

will always be a little shy, his heart is still a little too wild for his taste

his kisses reflect that

soft and slow, tasteful use of the tongue

usually happening while cuddling on the bed

loves when you play with his hair or caresses his arm

places one of your legs over his waist

but he also likes to be spontaneous and romantic

one of his go-to is the spider-man style kiss, especially when he’s playing video games

will put on the sofa and sit on the floor between your legs

can just drop his head and you’ll already know what he wants

likes when your hair gets on his face

will pause his games just to kiss you for longer

another favorite of his is when he’s extra happy and he lifts you up

smiles a lot during the kiss

enjoys when you hug him and lift your feet like in a movie

[applcrumbl]

MotorMouth

Chapter Two: 2121 Holland Road

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Appearance Neutral OC (Valerie Lipton) Warnings: accidental cuddling, drug mention, slightly perv!eddie, death depictions,  Author’s Note: Chappy twa wayhey! U can also find this on Ao3 and Watty if u want it. p.s. ye i talk about not liking Billy in this - its purely valerie’s opinion, idgaf what u guys actually think

Summary: Eddie runs. Unsure where to go, he finds solace in the home of his drug supplier, and coincidentally, his best friend.

4k

The door rattled loudly. Eddie thrumming it with both fists, the glass-paned wood wiggling on its hinges. He tried the handle but the door was locked. Valerie slept on the sofa, woken by the abrupt knocking.

“I’m coming!” she shouted, slowly standing from her seat, and walking to the door. She was in no rush, knowing exactly who was there.

At the turn of the lock, Eddie bust through the door, almost taking the girl to the floor with him. He crawled backwards on his hands and feet, cowering away from the door in fear. “Usually when someone screens your calls, it means they don’t want to talk to you,” Valerie Deadpans, finally taking in Eddie’s shaken appearance “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, panting as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He knew he’d have to explain, but he also knew she’d never believe him. “I thought you said the Ket was for a client?” Valerie questioned, attributing the boy’s demeanour to a bad trip. “I asked you not to drive when you’re like this, Eddie!”

She lectures him. Usually, he would reply with a witty comeback or joke, but at this present moment, it was the last thing on his mind. Eddie rose from the ground, staggering over to the brown leather pouffe in the living room. He sits on it gingerly. A weird sight to see, considering he’s usually so quick to make himself at home anywhere he goes. 

Eddie rests his face in his hands. Elbows pressing deeply into his knees, “Vee” he calls out; broken; defeated.

Valerie’s position falters, she wants to be mad at the boy, angered at his behaviour from earlier, she wants to yell at him for driving under the influence, but his paranoia and fear are something that she’d never seen before. Eddie was an excitable boy, he couldn’t stay still, or quiet, for a single moment. But, right now, he was more stone than the statues of the Erechtheion. 

She closes the open door, kneeling at the feet of her best friend, her own hands cover his, peeling his fingers from his eyes, “What’s going on with you Ed?” she whispers, “What did you take?”

The boy shakes his head, finally lifting it from his palms. His eyes are bloodshot and watering as they dart around the room. “I didn’t take anything,” He starts, stuttering through his sobs. Eddie Munson was not a crier. “I can’t- I can't talk about it right now”

“Then you don’t have to”

There is a weight that is lifted off of Eddie’s shoulders. Valerie guides him upstairs and to her bedroom. “I assume you’re staying here?” to which Eddie can only nod.

Valerie’s room is the perfect mix of expected and out of the ordinary. In such a large house that she only shared with a vacant father, she’d chosen the smallest of the bedrooms. Tucked almost in the attic of the house, and with walls covered inch to inch in posters and pictures. A singular window above a messy desk, littered with papers and loose crumbs of weed. An assortment of alphabetised Rock vinyl filled a bookshelf, across from her twin bed, a complete juxtaposition to the floral pink bedspread, and crystal-knobbed bedpost. She pulls spare blankets from her wardrobe and makes a bed on the floor for Eddie, who wriggles out of his jeans and jacket. Seeking any form of normalcy, he aims for a quiet night's sleep. Left only in his underwear and Hellfire t-shirt. 

Valerie tries not to look, a curious mind keeping her eyes drawn to the undressing boy. She feels bad that she has nothing for him to change into. Fighting the urge, she changes herself. Shimmying a nightgown over her head and on top of her clothes. As she pulls them off from underneath - careful to watch her modesty - she reaches for her panties, unsure of whether or not she should take them off since Eddie was there. She did so anyway, quickly tucking them into the hamper of dirty washing near her door. 

Eddie crawls under the blanket on the floor, Valerie watches him in the mirror as she cleans her face. Eddie’s eyes latched to the laundry basket before flicking to hers. A gulp.

A digital alarm clock displays 11:47 in bold red lettering. The pair get comfortable in their respective beds. Valerie is almost out like a light, she always slept better when Eddie was near. Even if they were supposed to be fighting. Eddie was the complete opposite, tossing and turning on the hard floor. He sits upright, eyes resting on his best friend’s lilac, cotton-covered back.

“V?” he calls out, earning a hum in reply. He’d woken her but she didn’t mind, “Nevermind”

“You sure?” She asks, eyes still closed, trying to preserve her sleeping stance.

He hesitates, contemplating his question once more. “Can I-” he starts but is interrupted by Valerie’s movement. The corner of the comforter lifted high in the air. An unsaid invitation to join her in the bed. Eddie took it gladly.

It was a different experience, and something that they’d never done before - share a bed- not since they were children. When there was no leg hair on Eddie’s part; or boobs and hips on Valeries. Each only covered by a thin layer of fabric. It’s almost an immediate regret, but he stays there anyways. Laying shoulder to shoulder, but not quite touching, until morning.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

It’s Valerie who wakes first, crushed by Eddie’s arm over her torso. Her nightdress is pushed up to the bottom of her hips, and Eddie’s pale thigh slotted between her own. She can feel the heat of his legs on hers, butterflies erupting in her stomach. What the fuck? She thinks.

He snores softly next to her, drooling. Valerie watches him closely, observing how his eyelashes flicker as he sleeps, and how strands of his wild hair have fallen into the corner of his mouth. She bites back the urge to fix them. 

“Stop staring at me, weirdo” he mumbles, eyes still unopened. Unphased by the position they’d found themselves in overnight. 

Valerie flicks his cheek with her middle finger and thumb. “Morning my sweet princess,” she coos jokingly, “was your bed to comfort?”

“It was alright, though I seem t o have found a much more comfortable bed though the night” he smirks, pushing himself fully between her legs, and laying on her chest.

It’s meant as a joke. An effort to lay on her completely - trapping her under his weight. But he’d forgotten their lack of clothing, and Valerie was far too aware.

“Oh, Eddie! Uh-” She gulps, surprised and awkward, “Uh, I'm not wearing any underwear”

His eyes blow wider, notice finally taken of their position and scrambling off. Valerie shimmies her skirt back down her legs as Eddie stutters an apology, “I uh- I forgot. Sorry”

“No, no it’s fine.” She smiles awkwardly, “Just move on, it didn’t happen.”

“Yeah, We’ll forget about it.”

So they did; and proceeded to cook breakfast. Eddie tried his best to flip the pancakes, completely unsymmetrical and lumpy - despite the fact that they were from a bottle mix that only required milk. Valerie came downstairs soon after, laundry basket in tow. She excused herself to the back door, and down the stairs into the grass. She takes down the pegged-up t-shirts, jeans and blouses from the washing line. Eddie watched her as she climbed back into the kitchen. A strange type of domestic bliss despite the situation.

“So are we gonna talk about it?” She asks, entirely tired of skating around answers.

“I didn’t think you’d want to talk about it” he answers, “It was awkward, I’m sorry. But, I honestly just forgot-”

“Not that Ed,” she interjects, eager to forget that morning “What happened? Was something wrong with the deal? Was it with Chrissy?”

His movements stop, breathing quickening and his back stiff. He takes a moment before returning to the pancakes. Pouring a fresh one onto the hot frying pan. “You won't believe me,” he dismisses. Fingers drumming rhythmically on the countertop. “I wouldn’t believe me.”

Valerie stalks closer, pushing herself onto the countertop next to the hob. She is careful not to touch the pancake mix with her clean jeans. She pulls her clean work uniform from the pile of washing she just took inside, buttoning it up over her vest top.

Eddie’s gaze is avoidant until she speaks: “Try me”

And he did; taking his time to unveil every secret he could remember from the night before, every insignificant detail down to the colour of Chrissy’s eyes before they burst out of her skull.

It put Valerie off of breakfast completely, “And where is Chrissy now?” she asks, still trying to keep Eddie’s stare.

“I left her there”

Valerie hops off of the counter, turning the hob off and reaching for the car keys that were hanging nearby. “Okay,” she breathes, “Well then we gotta go see if she’s okay. See if Wayne’s home”

She catches Eddie’s hand before he pulls it away sharply. 

“No, Val no,” he cries, eyes starting to pool with tears again, “Please stay with me, I gotta hide! The police are gonna think I did it.”

The kitchen air is tense and filled with the smell of shitty pancakes. Eddie stands fully dressed, including his reeboks. He looks ready to run at any moment. 

“Do you think I did it?” he whispers, brown eyes full of fear.

He’d seen a lot of scary things, but nothing had his heart racing more than the thought of Valerie not being on his side.

“Do I think you flew the head cheerleader magically into the air, breaking all of her bones, and bursting her eyeballs from her skull?” She blinks, “No”

Relief. 

“So you believe me?”

Valerie breathes in deeply, exciting the kitchen and plopping herself on the couch. She found the remote in the same place as she left it the night before. “Not exactly, Ed” she replies

“What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?”

“Are you 100% sure you saw that,” she starts, switching the television set on, flicking through the channels “Definitely not just a bad trip?”

“I wasn’t on anything Val! I swear-”

His protest is interrupted by the sound of Breaking News on the television. The backdrop, is a scene of Eddie’s trailer park. Eddie takes a rattled breath as the reporter reveals the death of a ‘Hawkins High School Student’.

“Believe me now?” He whispers.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Eddie paces across the living room. Brain buzzing with thoughts, inhibiting him from stillness for even one second. Valerie is the embodiment of that stillness, still sat on the couch. Eddie chitters away to her, speaking every thought that came to him; how it could have happened; plans of how he could run away; a question of whether or not she’d go with him.

He talked so much that he barely noticed the girl rise from her seat and shrug her coat on.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he exasperates, finally noticing her.

“Work?” she replies, much too calm given the current situation. “If I'm going to be harbouring a to-be fugitive, we at the very least need money.”

“What if they come here? Won't this be like the first place they’d check”

“Boathouse” She states, tossing the keys at him. “I’ll be home at 5”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

It’s a usually short shift that seems to drag on. The threat of her best friend’s arrest loomed whilst she stacked shelves at a surprisingly busy Melvald’s General Store. The foot traffic had picked up massively since the big fire at Starcourt. 

It was rather lucky that she only knew one of the victims that night, most people in the town knew many. Valerie thought it was disgusting that the shop owners of Main Street took such happiness from the loss of the mall. It was as if they’d ignored the grief that came with it altogether. 

Billy Hargrove was a regular customer of hers. Never once agreeing to a deal with Eddie. It was probably because of the impact it would cause on his precious social status. Valerie had nothing personally against the boy, they spoke minimally and it was always civilised, she just never agreed with his prejudiced views, and the way he obviously treated his younger sister. He had severe anger issues, that much was obvious.

Billy threw a glass at her during a party once when she refused to sell him. She’d overheard what he’d said about the only black boy in their grade and refused to follow through with their deal until he apologised for it. He never apologised, dying in the fire a mere week later. She felt guilty to think he deserved it.

In any other scenario, Valerie would maybe scrape an ounce of remorse towards the death of a fellow student, no matter how much she disliked them. But, in Billy’s case - though brutal - she was glad he was dead. One less bigoted racist in Hawkins might actually do some good.

She thought a lot about that during her shift. A lot about the overwhelming amount of deaths her small town had suffered over the course of the last few years. The crime, and cover-ups of the government. Her father’s arrest. The disappearance of her co-worker’s son.

“Hello? Are you even listening?” Donald waved a wrinkled hand in her face, “Valerie, it’s 4:45, you finished 15 minutes ago”

She just blinked confusedly in response, checking her swatch. The small hand was unmoving - causing the watch to read 3 hours previous.

“Oh, Shit!” she exclaims, “The battery must have died,”

“Ah, happens to me all of the time” Donny laughs, “i’ll take care of this, you run along home”

That was someone who wasn’t prejudiced, strange for an elderly white man, but Valerie appreciated it nonetheless. Her father was no secret in Hawkins, though much more a whisper than actuated fact. 

The drive from the main street to Holland Road was slower at this time, with cars full of workers waiting to get home. Wives probably cooking meatloaf or a pasta bake. Highly unlikely that anyone joined Valerie on her quest to get home to her potentially murderous best friend before the police did.

Her car crawled to a stop beside a burgundy BMW. A registration plate she didn’t recognise, and nobody waiting at her door.

She sprints directly for the boathouse. Collecting her old baseball bat on the way. A group of dark figures shine flashlights into the window of the boathouse. Valerie’s arms lift the bat high, ready to strike. She walks forward as the group tries the door handle. She shouts before they can enter. “What the fuck are you doing back here” she calls out.

Steve Harrington is the first face she recognises as she scans the profiles of the intruders. Dimly lit by the outdoor light. Each armed with a flashlight, they jump at her entrance. Her eyes meet that of Dustin’s

“Henderson?” she asks, confused.

“Hey Val, Uh Long story-” he starts, holding his hand out defensively as she lowers the bat. She still holds it tight though - just in case. “We’re looking for Eddie, we’re here to help.”

Her eyes flicker between the three others that join him. “All of you?”

It’s a genuine question, yet entirely defensive at the same time. Could you blame her? They weren’t exactly the usual type of people to be seen together.

“Yes. Friends.” He starts, introducing the group he’s with, “You know Robin, I believe you go to school together. And this is Max-”

“Hargrove?” Valerie interrupts, recognising the redheaded girl.

“No, uh Mayfield.” She replies.

“But you’re Billy’s sister? No?” 

“Step-sister” she clarifies. A smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes on her face.

Valerie just nods, returning to Dustin so that he can continue his list of introductions “And this is-”

“Steve Harrington” The eldest of the group interrupts, holding a hand out for her to shake. He pushes his hair from his face, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, I know who you are,” she deadpans, refusing his hand’s gesture, “And what makes you think Eddie’s here?”

Steve steps back in slight embarrassment, Dustin’s face furrowing in confusion “He is? Isn’t he?”

Valerie opens her lips in an effort to lie, she is fully prepared to tell them that she hadn’t seen Eddie since they were at school and to maybe try Gareth’s house, but her efforts were unnecessary as the sound of the boat creaking gives away the position of anyone hiding inside.

Robin pushes the door open and the group file inside, “He seriously isn’t here guys” she lies, trying to keep their attention from the boat where she knew Eddie was hiding. 

Max looks at the table full of assorted crisp packets and bottles, “Someone was here” Max observes, garnering the attention of Robin. Valerie can’t help but bite back profanities, if Eddie was going to keep himself a secret, he’d have to learn to tidy up after himself.

“Maybe he heard us,” Robin hypothesises, “Got spooked and ran?”

On the opposite side of the boathouse, Steve pokes around with oar in hand. He jabs it sharply into the tarp above Rick’s old fishing boat. Valerie prayed Eddie wasn’t in there.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar” Dustin jokes,

“I know you think you’re being funny, but considering the fact that most people in this room have nearly died a thousand times,” Steve continues to bash at the boat. Valerie almost wants to tell him off, but can’t for fear of suspicion, “personally, I don’t find it funny in the sligh-”

His rant is interrupted, as he is quickly pushed up against the boat wall by Eddie. A broken beer bottle pushed to his neck. The group shout in fear once again. Dustin calls out, trying to get Eddie’s attention, but the long-haired boy is shaken, and defensive.

“Eddie, drop the bottle” Valerie warns, stepping close to the two boys, she holds her back to Steve, trying to pull Eddie’s gaze. He shakes as he pins Steve to the wooden slats. “Steve drop the oar” She tries, slowly reaching to take the glass from Eddie’s hands. His pupils are wide, making his already dark brown eyes even darker.

Steve drops the oar and it clatters to the floor, the loud noise causes Eddie’s grip to tighten, the sharp glass pushing further into his neck. “Eddie, It’s Dustin. This is Steve” Dustin tries, Eddie’s head snapping towards the sound of the voice.

“What are you doing here?” he grunts out

“We’re looking for you!” 

“We're here to help” Robin chimes in, still anxious that her best friend is under attack by a potential murderer.

Eddie’s eyes flicker to Valerie’s, who just nods in agreement with the group. She may not trust them implicitly, but right now anything that could talk Eddie away from the ledge he’d found himself on was imperative.

“Eddie, we’re on your side” Dustin tries once more, and Valerie can tell he’s genuine. “I swear on my mother. Right guys?”

A chorus of variated agreements follow. Eddie still pushing the glass deeper into Steve’s neck. Any harder and it would’ve drawn blood. 

“Eddie, please?” Valerie whispers.

The boy drops his hand, stepping away as Steve falls to the floor. Valerie crouches next to him, lifting his neck to check for injury as Max and Robin crowd. Steve catches his breath before looking into her eyes. They flicker between Valerie and Eddie, who is leaned back against the wall next to them.

“Eddie we just want to talk,” Dustin punctuates, gently reaching to take the bottle from Eddie’s grasp. He flinches when Eddie holds it tighter, “Okay”

“We just want to know what happened,” Robin tries.

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie sniffs, eyes finally looking at the group. He watches Valerie who is still checking on Steve. “Even she doesn’t believe me”

The group turn to Val as she whispers to Steve, she looks up finally at the feeling of eyes on her. “I do believe you, Ed”

“You don’t believe that it’s real”

“That what’s real?” Max asks, “Did you see something?”

“He had a bad trip, doesn’t remember what happened.” Valerie tries to explain, but Eddie just scoffs.

“This is exactly what I mean,” Eddie sniffs again, “You won't believe me.”

“Try us”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

The group crowd around Eddie as he retells the story of what he saw. Valerie elected not to hear the gory details again, wandering to the outside of the boathouse. She pulls a cigarette from the box and brings it to her lips. She lights it and inhales deeply. Choking on the exhale as Steve bumps into her.

“Shit, sorry” he whispers, careful not to interrupt Eddie’s speech, “Not that good with gore, if I’m being honest.”

Valerie nods, taking another puff, “You guys shouldn’t be fueling this,” she starts, “it’s not good for him, he’s clearly not okay.”

“You really don’t believe him?” Steve realised, taking in the younger girl as she smoked. Still dressed in her Melvald’s uniform. Steve recalls if he’d ever seen her in there before.

“I believe that he believes it, yeah.”

“But you don't believe him?”

Valerie hesitates, talking another sharp drag, burning the tobacco almost down to the filter, “I believe he saw something, I just don't believe it actually happened”

They stand until she finishes her cigarette, taking a final puff before offering it to Steve. He accepts her offer, bringing it to his lips. He notices the residue from her lipgloss circling the rim before taking the last toke. They hear Eddie finish his story inside, the boathouse growing silent.

“Look, Maybe you should hear this part,” Steve suggests, “might clear things up for you as well”

“Why are you guys so hellbent on lying to us.” She accused, crossing her arms as Steve stubs out the cigarette.

“Because we’re not lying.”

Steve pushed the door wide with one arm, Valerie sliding underneath it and into the cold walls of the boat house. Eddie sits against a table ledge, hands rubbing his eyes. A sign he was stressed.

“Listen, what I’m about to tell you might be a little difficult to take” Dustin starts, inviting Valerie to sit down as he continues, “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?

She nods, eyes looking to Steve for a rection. Why she seemed to trust him? She had no clue. Perhaps it was the lingering feelings of a childhood crush on the former ‘King’ of Hawkins High. Or maybe it was just because she was good at reading people.

“They’re not way off,” Dustin continues, “There’s another world, a world hidden beneath Hawkins, sometimes it bleeds into ours”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie perks up, interested and believing.

“There are some things worse than ghosts”

“What the fuck could be worse than ghosts?” Valerie jabs, though is ignored by the group.

They continue to question Eddie about what he saw, Valerie almost wants to ask them to leave, to fuck off and bother someone else, but they seem understanding of her best friend. They seem to know what was going on.

 Eddie trembled, “You know I tried to wake her man, but she couldn't move. It's like she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell” Dustin commented  

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse?” Valerie chimes. Both Dustin and Eddie’s heads turn to her. Neither of them expecting a genuine statement from the girl, but they nod anyhow.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve questions on behalf of the rest of the group. Clearly not DnD players, or people who knew anything about the game whatsoever. He was asking for a genuine answer, yet Eddie and Dustin continue to act as if this were a game of DnD and not the current story of their lives.

“An undead creature of great power” Dustin begins, “A spell caster”

“A dark wizard” Eddie continues

“Some fucking Dungeons and Dragons guy” Valerie finishes, standing up from her spot. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

[royalsunshinehotel]

analysis of smarts (preference)

Anwar Kharral (SKINS UK, 2009)

It’s been a while since we’ve seen Anwar. A lot has changed.

He’s still got a good amount of street-smarts. You need it when you grow up in London. You like that he knows how to walk around like he knows where he’s going, even if he doesn’t.

He reads, he respects women.And he’s a lot more articulate than he gets credit for.

Anwar’s a bit insecure. In school he got written off as being stupid, but that’s anything but the truth.

Does he still need to subtract with his fingers? Yes.

Is he an actor with a massive heart and emotional intelligence? Also yes.

Anwar exposes himself when he’s acting like no one you’ve ever seen, and he’s learned to treat people carefully if he wants them to stay around.

He’s sweet. I’ll die on this hill.

A proper himbo.

Neal Sampat (The Newsroom, 2011-2014)

The first thing that struck you when you started working with Neal was how he has no common sense.

Like it’s shocking how someone can emigrate from the UK at age 18 and have no idea how to protect himself.

You see this with how he mercilessly pursued a story regarding a certain senator, in spite of death threats and stalking. This was the moment you realized that he had no idea how to survive.

Neal’s got a massive heart.

But for emotional intelligence, it’s not great. He’s got a fair amount of hookups, but never a girlfriend.

He doesn’t know the first thing about how to connect with people outside of the newsroom.

He wants to though, but you're gonna ask him out before he figures out there’s a whole city out there that would love him as much as you do.

Deon Wilson (Chappie, 2015)

Deon’s a genius. Arguably the smartest man, best engineer in the world.

He made artificial intelligence, for heck’s sake!

This being said, the only reason he made the AI was because of a flipping cat poster.

No common sense in this house, ZERO.

“Hang in there baby!” No. Don’t do that, don’t mess with robots.

Like he made Artificial Intelligence for the vibes, no plan, no foresight.

“Why did you make me so I could die?” THE VIBES CHAPPIE, HE LITERALLY HAD NO PLAN.

As for emotional intelligence? He doesn’t have that either.

If you ever need something from him, you have to spell it out explicitly. He can and will miss the point if you just sigh.

Like, if you're not getting attention, you need to say it. You have to up your communication skills. Deon has to up his vibe comprehension.

He’s trying though, that’s what counts.

Sheru “Saroo” Brierly (LION, 2016)

Saroo is the most well-balanced out of this crew. This is due to trauma, as most things are.

He’s wise, probably due to therapy. Saroo’s one you can always count on for solid-well balanced advice if you need it. He’s more than happy to help with the issue at hand too.

Saroo’s also smart. Mid-range smart. He’s always felt a bit off because he was put into school late.

Having to learn English on the fly, while trying to keep up with the rest of that nonsense… not a great experience. But he did it, and he made it look easy.

Smarts? He’s got em. He could have been a lot of things, but his early childhood was a bit of a block.

That’s valid. You can be smart and still held back by trauma.

This is where his emotional intelligence comes in. Once he handles his own stuff, he’s aware of everything.

It’s like he’s just woken up.

He notices everything about the people he loves, if they’re off. If they’re trying to tell him something.

And he loves doing it. He loves healing and being able to notice things outside of himself.

Sanjay “Jay” Menha (The Wedding Guest, 2018)

Okay look, Jay’s sharp. He just is. His split second decision making has gotten you both out of hard spots more than once.

He’s also self-aware. Jay knows that he’s a total softie, but it’s hard to control his feelings sometimes.

However, when it comes to emotional stuff, he’s dense. His emotional intelligence is in the negatives.

Like, unbelievably so.

When you made a move on him, he got up and left to sit in the other room. He came back a half hour later and made a move right back.

It’s not like he’s repressed or anything, you’ve met his parents and they’re demonstrative asf. It’s just Jay.

Joshua Madika (Modern Love, 2019)

Joshua’s the total package.

The best man to date on this whole preference, if you want the best of everything. Joshua is what Saroo’s trying to be.

Common sense is fantastic, he came to America and caught on immediately. Joshua did his research and became friends with New York immediately.

Emotional intelligence? Yes. Initially this was because of Joshua’s isolation in his teen years post-transplant.

But then it was because of Emma. She didn’t like that he didn’t go to college, and she cheated on him. Emma absolutely stomped on his heart. This could have made him shut himself off, but he didn’t. It would have been valid as hell if he did that, but he made a different choice.

He just used the pain she gave him to become better. He started treating people better after that, even if they were “beneath him” or whatever the heck. Not that he was a dick before, but this is a conscious effort to be kind.

Joshua treats people carefully, and you love him for that.

Book smarts? You don’t build a million dollar company with no smarts

He’s got everything you need.

David Copperfield (The Personal History of David Copperfield, 2020)

Look, as for common sense, David does alright. Like he worked since he was like 10, and he knows how to be responsible when he’s out and about.

David is absolutely brilliant when it comes to creative things. He can just pull things together on the spot that make your jaw drop.

When it comes to schooling and book smarts, he’s not too great. This is only because he’s easily distracted.

He’s high in emotional intelligence. He can watch people and figure out why they speak and talk and walk the way that they do.

David’s got a big heart, we know this. He watches people and he acts accordingly.

However, it’s borderline unnerving the way that a lady could get out of her carriage, and he can speculate that she’s had to sharpen herself to protect her family.

Or when a blacksmith is hammering on some horseshoes in a certain way. David can see that he’s hitting the iron in such a way that the man fought with his wife that morning.

When it comes to speaking, socializing, this doesn’t always reflect. People who just meet David usually think he’s a bit of an airhead.

This is only because he notices and starts observing something about a person, and he totally zones out while he studies them.

A double-edged sword, but not a drawback. It’s all good.