#does make me sad that people just wanna make shit up like that about weepy tho

[kopso]

If anyone wants to know, this is my only active account. I don't even really post much here anymore. I just wanna verify that any tumblr account except this account isn't me.

Sorry if someone out there is spreading weird shit about Weepy... I'm a very antisocial person so any of the big stuff that's happening is totally out of my view. Also yes, I was the maid of honor at the wedding

Hey this is probably a really odd ask to get but someone has been claiming to be your friend and saying that Holly abuses Weepy & I want it to be confirmed or denied directly from your account. What is Holly and Weepy's friendship like, and does Holly actually like Weepy to any degree?

Hey man I'm a very asocial person, I basically only talk to my husband and my best friend Syd. I don't know whoever is saying that because I've never said anything like that to anybody. Good on you for verifying.

Holly is a jerk to everyone, but he doesn't go around beating on people or anything. He thinks himself too pretty for that <3 hope this helps.

[pronouncingitwang]

s1 archives crew | 1.7K words | basically tim and martin think sasha and jon are dating and have a Time about it to my specific amusement

[INT. BUBBLE TEA SHOP]

[BACKGROUND: PEOPLE CHATTING, BAD DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER THE SPEAKERS]

TIM

(bitter, reminiscent of a cup of black tea that’s been steeping, forgotten, for an hour) I hope they’re having a good time

[PLASTIC HITTING PLASTIC, LIKE SOMEONE IS JABBING AT HIS BUBBLE TEA WITH HIS STRAW AND FAILING TO CATCH ANY PEARLS ON THE POINTY END]

MARTIN

(bitter, reminiscent of a cup of black tea that’s been steeping, forgotten, for two hours) I don’t.

TIM

(heh) Wellll… It’s more that I hope they’re having a good time, until something about the way Sasha talks reminds Jon of his grandmother, and the thought is so awful that he starts wishing it weren’t a date.

[ON THE WORD “DATE,” MARTIN LETS OUT A SOFT GROAN]

MARTIN

(glum) Cheers to that.

[THE TAP OF TWO PLASTIC CUPS AGAINST EACH OTHER]

MARTIN

(wistful) What do you think they’re talking about right now?

TIM

(glum) How smart and perfect they are, probably.

That, or work.

MARTIN

I don’t even know if Jon’s capable of not talking about work.

TIM

He was, back in research. (contemplative) He and Sash always got along swimmingly, but I never thought…

MARTIN

(oddly agitated) I didn’t even know he swung that way. Do you think— (lowering voice to a whisper) is it possible Sasha’s his beard?

TIM

(laughing) What, he needs her help staying closeted from us? You know, come to think of it, we are both such raging homophobes, so—

MARTIN

(laughing, but still tense) Yeah, alright, alright, lay off it.

[SILENCE]

TIM

Are you alright? You look… really wound up. Like, shaking.

MARTIN

(agitated) I’m fine, I just— (words bursting out) Look, I’m sorry, but—what does Jon see in her? Like, Sasha’s my friend, and she’s great, but—

TIM

(trying for lighthearted but landed on “stern”) Going to have to stop you there, Marto.

MARTIN

What? Oh, right, right, I’m sorry—

TIM

How about some ground rules. I don’t talk shit about Jon, and you don’t talk shit about Sasha.

MARTIN

Y-yeah. That sounds good.

[AWKWARD SILENCE]

MARTIN

I hope… that Elias calls Jon down to the Institute for an emergency live statement before they’ve even ordered food?

[CLINK OF ICE, A CUP BEING RAISED]

TIM

That’s the spirit!

-

[INT. ARCHIVES, THE ARCHIVIST’S OFFICE]

ARCHIVIST

I know you said, but your wording was ambiguous earlier, and I’ve gotten this wrong before in the past—this is strictly platonic, yes?

SASHA

(amused) Yes, Jon, I promise I’m not trying to steal your virtue—

[SPLUTTERING NOISES FROM THE ARCHIVIST]

SASHA (CONT’D)

—or your heart.

ARCHIVIST

That’s, ah. That’s good to hear.

SASHA

God, Jon, if I knew you were going to be this flustered over “My corkscrew wound hurts, so you’re taking me out to dinner because I said so,” I wouldn’t have asked.

ARCHIVIST

No, it’s perfectly alright, I’m happy to—

SASHA

If it helps, I’m also aromantic as hell.

ARCHIVIST

Oh! That’s, well. (inhale) (enunciating each word clearly and sincerely) Thank you for telling me, Sasha.

SASHA

(laughing) You can stop making that face, I haven’t been hiding it, or worried about your reaction or anything. I only really figured it out recently. I haven’t even told Tim yet.

ARCHIVIST

(awkward) Ah. Well, either way, I’m glad that you found a label that works for you.

SASHA

So am I.

ARCHIVIST

(abrupt) I’m… I’m asexual. Not that it—but I thought you might like to know.

SASHA

Nice!

[SOUND OF A HI-FIVE BEING EXCHANGED]

SASHA (CONT’D)

And you’re right, I do like to know.

So, you ready for Aspec Solidarity Dinner?

ARCHIVIST

I thought this was Sorry You Got Stabbed Dinner.

SASHA

(with exaggerated gravity) Sometimes, things… can be two things.

ARCHIVIST

(heh) Fair enough.

-

[INT. BUBBLE TEA SHOP, SEVERAL HOURS LATER]

[LESS BACKGROUND CHATTER THAN BEFORE]

MARTIN

(dreamily) I hope they both get food poisoning. Not— (correcting course) not anything too bad, just… unpleasant enough that their neural pathways start connecting the idea of a romance between them with feeling sick.

TIM

(mock-offended) What, you think getting food poisoning with someone means you can’t stomach the sight of them again? And here I was thinking we were friends!

MARTIN

Well, we weren’t on a date, then. The logic works out differently. You don’t make me ill, but the idea of stakeouts does.

TIM

I mean, we could.

MARTIN

Could…?

TIM

Go on a date. A proper one.

MARTIN

What, like, to make Jon and Sasha jealous?

[BEAT]

MARTIN

Shit, Tim. I’m—

TIM

(quiet) I was just thinking a date in general, but—

MARTIN (CONT’D)

—so sorry, that was so inconsiderate—

TIM

(overlapping) No, no, it’s alright. It was… stupid to ask. I know how much you like Jon.

MARTIN

And I thought you were—I thought—Well, you just spent an hour talking about how you were interested in Sasha?

TIM

Doesn’t mean I can’t have other interests.

MARTIN

Right. I mean—

TIM

Let’s just agree to forget about it.

MARTIN

I mean, it’s not that I don’t—

TIM

We’re having fun, right? Let’s keep having fun.

[SILENCE]

MARTIN

(quiet) So you really want to forget about it?

TIM

Martin, what does that even me-

MARTIN

I don’t know! I just—Can we talk about it tomorrow?

TIM

... Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[MORE SILENCE]

TIM

(with forced enthusiasm) Hey. I just had an idea. Do you want to get really, really drunk?

-

SASHA

(laughing) And then— (laughing harder) they just hung up on me! Just like that!

ARCHIVIST

(engrossed) What did you do then?

SASHA

Called them back, of course.

ARCHIVIST

No.

SASHA

It was my favorite sweater, Jon, I wasn’t going to let it rot just because Tim left it behind while trespassing for you!

ARCHIVIST

So now it’s my fault, too?

SASHA

Absolutely. I think you owe me, oh, at least two more dinners for that.

ARCHIVIST

(audible smile) That can be arranged. Though, (hesitating) I don’t know if that’s… wise.

SASHA

(mildly exasperated) Listen, Jon, just because you can technically fire me now doesn’t mean we can’t still spend time together.

ARCHIVIST

Well, yes, but—

SASHA

You’re my friend, Jon. I missed talking to you.

ARCHIVIST

(somewhat touched) I… also consider you a friend, Sasha.

SASHA (CONT’D)

(smug) Besides, I know you’d never fire me, anyway.

ARCHIVIST

From a professional standpoint, I can neither confirm nor deny that.

SASHA

Ha! Knew it.

Movie at mine after we—sorry, after you—pay?

-

[INT. TIM’S FLAT, SEVERAL HOURS LATER]

[SOUNDS FROM THE TV]

MARTIN

(earnest, clearly inebriated) I can’t believe David broke up with you! That was so mean! How could anyone be so mean to you?

TIM

I can’t believe Jon’s so hard on you. I know you didn’t get a degree, but you work so hard, Marty. It’s not fair.

MARTIN

(sighing) ’Least he’s pretty.

TIM

So pretty.

MARTIN

Just wanna hold his hand.

TIM

(daydreaming) Sash has nice hands.

[SILENCE AS THEY FANTASIZE]

MARTIN

(coming back to himself) This isn’t fair. You’re hot! People should be getting weepy over you!

TIM

And you’re hot and you write poetry! We should be the fucking office heartthrobs!

MARTIN

Fucking David.

TIM

Fuck that guy. Or don’t, actually.

[TIM GIGGLES]

MARTIN

What?

TIM

Your face is so red, Marty. (contemplative) Sash’s favorite color is red.

[DRUNKEN SILENCE]

MARTIN

(whispering) Hey. Hey, Tim.

TIM

Yeah?

MARTIN

Y’know what you should do?

TIM

What?

MARTIN

You should text her.

TIM

Nuh. No way.

MARTIN

You should!

TIM

Only if you text Jon.

MARTIN

No, no, Tim.

TIM

Yes! Where’s your phone? Gimme.

MARTIN

(whining) Tim, no, he’s my boss, Tim!

TIM

It doesn’t have to be weird! Either you write something and send it, or I do.

[MARTIN RECOILS IN HORROR]

MARTIN

Fine.

-

[INT. SASHA’S FLAT]

ARCHIVIST

(puzzled) I just got a text… from Martin.

SASHA

(with a mixture of surprise, anticipation, and amusement that can only come from suspecting something that Jon doesn’t) Oh? What does it say?

ARCHIVIST

It says, um, (spelling out the typos) “hpe ur date went well an no food poisonig”?

SASHA

(laughing) Sorry, what?

ARCHIVIST

I really don’t see—W-wait. (fast) When Prentiss had Martin’s phone, she kept talking about a stomach bug—do you think this is her again? Is he in danger?

SASHA

(suppressing laughter) I really don’t think it’s Prentiss.

ARCHIVIST

How can you be sure? We should probably go to the Institute, or at least call Elias, or—

SASHA

Martin’s fine, Jon. I just got a text from Tim about him.

ARCHIVIST

Oh! Well, that’s a relief.

SASHA

(giggling) Listen to this: (enunciating each word) “me n marty r soooo drunk i miss u an i thin ur lauh is pretty also lrgally u have 2 tell me if bossyboss is a good ksser ok byeeeee.” And then, five—no, six exclamation points.

ARCHIVIST

Good… kisser? (horrified) Wait, do Tim and Martin think we’re…

SASHA

(giggling) Apparently so.

ARCHIVIST

Should we—should we correct them?

SASHA

Well, yeah.

[BEAT]

SASHA (CONT’D)

(sly) On Monday, that is.

-

[INT. TIM’S FLAT]

MARTIN

He said, (reading off his phone) “This is highly unprofessional, but yes, Sasha and I are passing a—” Passing? Tim, they’re still…

TIM

(with a deep and heavy sadness completely at odds with the actual words) Damn. Get it, Sasha.

MARTIN

(continuing) “—a perfectly pleasant evening. It was kind of you to ask.” (despondent) Tim. I hate this.

[BEAT]

MARTIN

Tim?

TIM

(flat) I just got a text from Sasha.

MARTIN

(dreading the response) What’s it say?

TIM

See for yourself.

[THEY LOOK AT TIM’S PHONE IN SILENCE]

MARTIN

(quiet) I’ve… I’ve never seen Jon with his hair down before.

[MORE STARING]

TIM

They look fucking adorable.

[MORE STARING]

MARTIN

Jon looks so happy.

TIM

So does Sash.

[A LONG MOMENT OF CONTEMPLATION]

MARTIN

(inhale) (determined) You know what? (exhale) (forcing the words out) I’m… I’m glad they’re having a good time.

[A LONG SILENCE]

[TIM GROANS]

TIM

(glum) Yeah. Me too.

-

bonus:

[INT. SASHA’S FLAT]

SASHA

Aw, look at this.

[FABRIC RUSTLING AS JON SHUFFLES CLOSER]

ARCHIVIST

Is that…? Oh. Well, they certainly look alright. No worms, or… Michael.

SASHA

I’m just glad Martin has a place to crash tonight other than Document Storage.

ARCHIVIST

I mean, I can’t imagine that Tim’s couch will be that much better than the archives cot.

SASHA

(heh) Tim’s couch, right.

[BEAT]

ARCHIVIST

(surprised) You think…?

SASHA

That they’re sleeping together? I mean, I don’t know for certain, but Tim’s talked to me about Martin before, and…. well, let’s just say I “strongly suspect.”

[DEAD SILENCE. THE ARCHIVIST FEELS HE IS CLOSE TO AN EPIPHANY, BUT BATS IT AWAY. ALTHOUGH HE NEVER REACHES IT, THE GRIEF THAT WOULD ACCOMPANY SAID EPIPHANY IS STILL FELT ACUTELY]

ARCHIVIST

(flat) Oh.

[datleggy]

a list of every anime i love/recommend, accumulated over the last 10+ years

1. NATSUME YUUJINCHOU 

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

The main character is a teenage boy named Natsume, whose parents died when he was too young to remember them properly. He’s passed around random relatives homes, but because he can see yokai (spirits), he’s ostracized by classmates and his foster families (ALL HIS CHILDHOOD FLASHBACKS ARE SO FUCKING SAD) and eventually very distant relatives (an older couple who never had kids of their own and have so much goddamn love to give D:!!!) take Natsume in, and the story basically starts from there. 

It’s a very heart-warming story following Natsume’s new life in this new town, accepting his ability to see yokai, forging new relationships in the form of friends and family, and even with the yokai themselves. 

This is honestly probably my favorite anime/manga period, because it’s so sad but so cathartic and you watch as the main character grows and learns to trust those around him, and finally gets the unconditional love he’s always deserved, not to MENTION THE FACT THAT THEY DO A WHOLE EP WHERE NATSUME IS TURNED BACK INTO A LITTLE KID AND IT IS SOOOO GOOD OMG

Plus for those of you who enjoy whump, this show has a decent amount of it. Mainly emotional whump, but also some episodes where Natsume is injured or sick--as well as I believe one where his companion (the chubby cat on his shoulder who’s actually a pretty badass yokai) gets shot with an arrow and is down for the count. 

10/10 would and have watched again. 

2. KODOCHA NO OMOCHA 

SUMMARY/REVIEW:  The main character is a sixth grader named Sana. She’s a gifted actress on a t.v. show everyone likes and she’s silly and fun, very intuitive and surprisingly empathetic for a child. 

Her main problem is in school, where Akito, who she deems the leader of her class’ wolf pack of rowdy rude boys, lets them terrorize not just the teacher, but all the girls in class, as well. 

I don’t really want to give a lot away, so I’ll just state the obvious. This anime/manga is shoujo, which means that it does focus on a romantic relationship throughout the series. Mainly the one between Sana and Akito. Sana is absolutely oblivious about her own feelings, while Akito is a stubborn little shit. 

I remember watching this at like, age 12 maybe? And I really enjoyed it because (although I do enjoy your typical silly doesn’t take itself too seriously slice of life shoujo) this particular anime, while super funny and light hearted at times, was also really dramatic and even kinda dark, which was surprising considering the characters ages and the general kid-friendly vibe (especially the opening for the anime). 

3. DETECTIVE CONAN

SUMMARY/REVIEW:  Our main character is initially Shinichi Kudo, teenage detective, who’s on a date with childhood sweetheart Ran (whose father also happens to a detective but like....not a good one lmao), when his nosy ass self decides to go and check out some shady business and gets “poisoned”. 

The poison he’s given is intended to kill him, but what it actually does is turn him back into a child. And now, as Conan Edogawa, (who’s 7 but like....we just supposed to believe all these cops and detectives on the force are cool with a seven year old wee lil babe on these really gruesome ass crime scenes??? lmaoooo) we follow him on his adventures as he solves crimes and tries to solve the biggest mystery of all, his own! 

I absolutely LOVE this anime/manga, even though I’ll be honest, there is SO MUCH FILLER, but I like the characters enough that I really don’t mind. The show is at least 900+ episodes in at this point, and there are a total of 26 movies so far, last time I checked. 

Also, the show is a whump fangirls’ dream come true. The main character is thrown out of windows, balconies, shot at, and in one occasion actually shot, he’s had broken bones, sprains, almost been blown up or drowned/burned, been sick, and oh, his occasional transformations from child to teenager are incredibly painful. 

This show is probably at fault for my love of whump, since it was one of my first animes at like, age 9. smh. 

4. THE DEVIL IS A PART-TIMER!

REVIEW:

I’m not even going to summarize this one. The title does it for me. This is truly one of the funniest animes I’ve ever seen. Motherfuckin Satan works at a McDonalds part time and it is the BEST. 

Technically I would count this show as a kind of harem, but only because there are like three main girl characters after the overlord Satan himself. I usually dislike harem type animes but the way this is done is sooooo good I couldn’t resist. 

I would watch a million filler episodes of Satan trying to solve problems at his minimum wage job tbh. I love every single character, I love the plot, I love everything about this anime! In terms of comedy (with the occasional plot driven serious moments) this is IT bro. 

5. BLACK BUTLER

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

The main character is Ciel Phantomhive (roughly 14 years old). His parents are killed, his house is burned to ashes, and he’s kidnapped (around age 9 or 10 I believe) and abused. During this abuse Ciel calls upon a demon to free him and help him get revenge on those who harmed the Phantomhive household, which is where Sebastian, one “hell of a good butler” comes in. 

We then follow Ciel and Sebastian on their path of vengeance, and along the way we meet Ciel’s human servants, three very clumsy and seemingly bad at their given tasks characters (i love them all), and some of his extended relatives and connections. 

My favorite thing about Black Butler is the art, both in the anime and manga. Everything is so detailed and pretty! 

The characters are interesting, the plot is dark but they manage to make most of the series overall pretty light-hearted and funny in general. Though of course there are chapters/parts of the series that get really grim (which duh, the whole thing focuses on revenge so...) 

I have to say, the arc I enjoyed the most has to be the movie, Black Butler: Book Of the Atlantic. It is beautifully drawn and sooooooo entertaining. 

6. INUYASHA 

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

Our main characters are Inuyasha, a half-demon, who’s been in a sort of spiritually binding coma for the last few decades, and fourteen year old Kagome, who falls into an old well in her family’s shrine and finds herself being transported into another time period. 

Together, she and Inuyasha travel across the lands in the feudal era to find the scattered shards of the shikon jewel, a powerful jewel which grants anyone who possesses it ultimate power. 

I was too young to stay up and watch Inuyasha on adult swim, so my mom would tape the show on a VCR for me to watch the next day after school--yes, I’m old old. lmaoooo I ADORE this show. 

It’s so good! It’s got everything! A tortured lil half-demon with a sad past who’s stubborn and rude but got a good heart! A fierce and equally as stubborn main protagonist, who’s whole ass family knows exactly where she goes off to??? and are supportive af????? like???? her mama packs her and her squad of demon/exorcist/demon hunter pals bentos?!?! lmao i love it. 

The characters are awesome and funny and likable as all heck, and of course they all have their sad backstory, but like, unlike some animes (lookin at YOU Naruto) they don’t go mega overboard on it, at least not without some plot behind the episode. 

7. YU YU HAKUSHO 

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

Before I even start in on the summary, ya’ll should watch this soley bc of the cute ass 90′s style animation alone. LOOK AT ALL THAT SHINY HAIR!

ANYWAY. Main character is teenage hooligan and overall cutie pie Yusuke! He gets struck by a car and fucking DIES in the first episode after shoving a little boy out of the way, only to end up in the spirit world where the head honcho up there (who looks like a wee baby) tells him “Oh shit, didn’t expect you to like, actually do anything self-sacrificing EVER so like, you’re not on our list of people who were supposed to die today...” 

And uh, I don’t wanna give anything away, so I’m just gonna say that if you haven’t seen this anime yet, you definitely should! It’s hilarious and dramatic, the fight scenes are very well done, all the side characters, who eventually become main characters are a blessing (specifically Hiei, who’ve I’ve had a crush on since I was 12) and the ending is a satisfying one, which you can’t really say for a lot of media. 

8. CHRONO CRUSADE 

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

I still get weepy when I think of this anime, so all I’ll say is it’s about a badass demon slaying nurse and her demon companion and some very tragic shit. 

It’s a great anime overall, especially if you like crying yourself to sleep at night :) 

9. GHOST HUNT

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

The main character is high school student Mai, who is hired by Naru, the head of a Shibuya psychic research, and together, with a group of questionable exorcists/psychics, they encounter paranormal phenomenons and some outright scary shit. 

I’m not really a fan of the horror genre tbh but I do like mystery, and the series deals with that quite a bit. They deal with each case for several episodes so nothing feels too rushed. 

The series is really fun in a creepy, wtf is that way. I recommend the manga, only because it’s more detailed in terms of plot than the anime. 

10. ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM 

SUMMARY/REVIEW: 

I didn’t really make this list in any particular order but if I had to say, Assassination Classroom and Natsume Yuujinchou probably tie for BEST ANIME PERIOD! 

This anime is about a weird ass “alien” creature, no one knows where it came from or why tf it’s here on earth, all they know is that in one year it’s threatened to blow the world up. 

His only request to the government is that they let him become a teacher for Class E, the worst class of Kunugigaoka Junior High School, and he will stay put, so that they can attempt an assassination on him during this one year period. 

AND LISTEN! I am a shallow hoe, so I literally never would have read this manga or watched the series had I not been roaming Barnes and Noble one day with my S.O. and picked it up to read as a JOKE! 

I was hooked after the first chapter and I am soooooooo glad I picked this manga up, bc it is absolutely not the type I would normally go for, cover art wise. I finally, after many many years, learned not to judge a book by its cover bc LORD this anime is so goddamn good, you don’t understand! Like, I’ve watched it so many times and still laugh at the same parts, cry at the same parts, am proud af at the same parts! like, this anime is an instant classic and should definitely be more popular than it is. 

assassination classroom and natsume yuujinchou????? MASTERPIECES! 

[hakuryuu]

All for circumstance and fortune if that’s not too much, I wanna know Everything

SORRY THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY AAHHH

CIRCUMSTANCE

their voice: it's soft and medium-pitched. he doesn't usually raise his voice above speaking level even if he's agitated

their smile: he usually does a closed-mouth smile, it's hard to get him to grin with his teeth! but even his little smiles are usually genuine, since he's not the type to fake smile

their greatest achievement: he's something of a prodigy in the order and he's really talented and innovative with the lady's gifts

their insecurities: he's always worried about getting in trouble because despite often getting in trouble he's very unwilling to stray from the things he wants to do, so he's always trying to like.....fit his own desires into the framework of what he's supposed to be doing? and he's always a little uneasy about that because he knows he's supposed to be the order's golden child

their shortcomings: imdnfndndnf he's SO like........rigid?? that's not quite right and neither is stubborn, i described him as unbending and i think that's the closest? he's very much not the kind of person to be deviated from a path or way of thinking, not because he refuses to be swayed but just because he's so singleminded. he's also kind of naive and unsuspicious but luckily for him his tunnel vision makes him harder to manipulate. also he's. kinda lazy. fhfngndnf

how they deal with grief: outwardly he shuts down and powers through it, but it makes him prone to just like crying at random times and he also will become more emotionally withdrawn and prone to trying to do stuff by himself. if he's allowed to exercise by himself while he's grieving he'll sometimes go too hard and hurt himself

how they like to dress: he likes loose unrestricting clothing when he's not wearing his vestments because he is, unfortunately, a jock. he probably wears dresses a fair amount, but he also likes loose tank tops and shorts, that kind of thing

what they like to eat: he likes salty foods like grilled fish and he likes soups!

their theme: if the question is thematic arc i'm still hammering that out but his theme song is natsukage by KEY

their fashion sense: he really likes bold patterns and interesting fabrics despite his own tendency to wear plain neutral colors most of the time

their family life: he loves his mom and his little brother!!! him and fortune are close (both emotionally and in age) so they spend a lot of time together. their mom is a [term for luck-bearing person] while they're both [luck-using people] so they don't spend as much time with her, but they try to have meals with her at least once a week and they see her around the order with some regularity. the order isn't small but it also isn't super big so mostly everyone knows each other and it has that kind of familial aspect

their romantic life: he gets hopeless crushes on cute boys but never actually enjoys being around them fhsjdngndnf or like does enjoy being around them but in the same way you like being around people you're friends with. he's never actually dated anyone and he's never met anyone he's wanted to like actively chase after, but he does get a fair amount of confessions from people who like aloof-looking prettyboys

their embarrassing memory from years ago: when circumstance was little the room he shared with fortune was such a mess that once in the middle of the night a pile of his stuff collapsed onto fortune's bed and buried him and they had to get a bunch of adults to excavate him. fortune has never let him live this down

how they react to burning their tongue on food: sticks his tongue out, maybe does a small "ah", immediately goes to get an ice cube on it

how they react to a brainfreeze: that gif of paul rudd in front of a computer going "oh shit!!!" and closing his eyes really tight

their dreams: he dreams of a day when the order's outposts are connected more firmly and he can travel between them more often

their ambitions: he wants to discover new applications of the lady's gift!

how they sleep: face down upside down on the bed so his feet are on the pillow. he usually wakes up one or two times a night unless he's really tired

their reaction to betrayal: he'd search desperately for a reason to forgive or excuse them, and then afterwards he would just be sad

their reaction to a mystery love letter: fgdhjfj probably unfazed.....if whoever sent it approaches him he'll kindly let them down but if there's no sender name then he won't do anything about it

how they react to pain: a hiss through the teeth unless he's around fortune or his mom AND it's not a big deal in which case he's a huge baby and wants to be coddled

what they're like on two hours of sleep: imfngndndnf he functions poorly on no sleep so he always feels really normal and rational internally but from the outside he doing really dumb stuff, like how when you're drunk you think nobody can tell but it's super obvious

how they act when they're sick: whiny and dramatic, if he has a cold he Is dying. if he gets some kind of stomach bug or a bad flu though he just becomes a zombie until it's over because he hates it so much

what motivates them: he's really motivated by the order's job (balance of luck, that kind of thing) because he knows it's important job

why you enjoy them: that;s my son...i really enjoy how like gentle and mothering he is sghsnfnfndf

FORTUNE

their voice: an upbeat kind of husky voice, clear with coarse edges

their smile: big bright grin! he's an expressive boy so you can almost always see what's happening on his face

their greatest achievement: every time he outshines circ it feels like an achievement to him. also once he cooked a big dinner for the order and it went off perfectly

their insecurities: he's got a bit of an inferiority complex abt circ being better at using the lady's gifts....he's also a little insecure about how slowly his hair grows. the people at the order are always telling him how well he follows rules compared to circ but he's always sure they're just saying it to make him feel better

their shortcomings: he's envious and a little mistrustful....he has a lot of trouble not comparing himself to others (Esp Circ) and seeing where he falls short instead of where he excels in comparison. he's also got a lot of drive and not very much place to put it which results in him being unnecessarily competitive about Everything

how they deal with grief: it ferments very quickly into bitterness if he doesn't talk with anyone about it, he also tends to get angrier and pick fights when he's going through stuff

how they like to dress: very similar fashion style to circumstance (they steal each other's clothes sometimes) but he tends towards more long-sleeved shirts. he finds the underlayers of the vestments pretty comfy. both him and circ are pretty into big jackets and straw sandals as well

what they like to eat: he likes light cold foods, like a bagel or some cucumber slices or stuff like that

their theme: rever's edge (b-6) by the pillows

their fashion sense: he likes loud color blocked stuff but doesn't like stuff with patterns on it

their family life: he's super close with his brother & fairly close with his mom + he's so generally cheerful & outgoing that he's kind of the equivalent of that classmate that everyone likes

their romantic life: running joke that he should be [a luck-bearer] bc his luck w relationships is so bad (mostly unrequited crushes, a handful of breakups: he tends to put people on a pedestal and it causes problems)

their embarrassing memory from years ago: he once got an important visiting member of the order's birthday wrong and threw them a surprise party on the wrong day....it went fine but he's mortified every time he thinks of it

how they react to burning their tongue on food: AGHHH HOT HOT HOT, accepts the ice cube circ is already handing to him while also flipping circ off because he Is laughing

how they react to a brainfreeze: goes fetal, shoves the pad of his thumb against the roof of his mouth as fast as possible

their dreams: he daydreams about being a famous chef

their ambitions: he's very ambitious!!! i don't know enough about how the order works to explain what his ambitions are!!! help!!

how they sleep: worlds SLOPPIEST sleeper, he knocks out immediately and stays asleep through hell and high water, mouth open + drooling + starfished at a weird angle across the bed w at least one limb hanging off + at least one pillow is on the floor every morning. if you put a cat on his chest he will wake up immediately

their reaction to betrayal: jovial resignation that masks hurt and anger & you will find him in the gym hitting a punching bag at 1am

their reaction to a mystery love letter: he'll think about it all day and go around asking everyone if they sent it (but is really casual and jokey about it because if this is a prank someone is pulling on him then god dammit they are not gonna get a reaction)

how they react to pain: if he gets a minor/sudden injury he gets Angry and then has to tamp that down, bigger or duller hurts he bears with aplomb and tries not to think about it. he lets circ fuss over him because it makes him feel cared for even though externally he acts like he hates it

what they're like on two hours of sleep: HUGE kid at a sleepover at 1am energy (bro......do you think pigeons have feelings???) + he gets super weepy

how they act when they're sick: he doesn't get sick very often but when he does he knocks out for one to three days depending on severity of illness and then is perfectly fine. circ, who once had a head cold that lasted a month, will never forgive him for this

what motivates them: he wants to be good at a lot of stuff (versatility!!) and get praised

why you enjoy them: he's a good boy!!

[acearchivist359]

My Rise of Skywalker Opinions/Commentary

this is mostly for me but and for my other blog (not on tumblr) but I thought I’d post it here too cause why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ happy Star Ways Day fellow humans, may the force be with you 

   Okay so here's something I have a lot of opinions about. I'm gonna have to say right off the bat, I didn't like Rise of Skywalker. Being said though, I didn't hate it as much as I thought I would. I've seen it twice by now, I wrote my notes having seen it once, I've had lengthy debates about it with multiple people ranging from one of my parent's friends to one of my best friends to my little brother. I saw it like the day after it came out, I wrote my notes on January 1st, so I've sat with this for awhile and I'd sat with the movie before I wrote them. I kinda forgot about it all for a bit cause I blocked it out of my head and then I thought it might be too late to post it but I put a lot of, frankly chaotic, effort into my notes and I figured when it came on Disney+ people might start talking about it again so here we are.  Now I'm still using my original notes, which I added to after seeing it the second time, cause I have no desire to watch this movie again. I really don't. I honestly wouldn't have even seen it twice but I had told my grandma I'd go with her cause she loves Star Wars and she had no one to go with. My grandma loved it, but my grandma loves them all "because it's Star Wars." My mom also saw it and liked it, she's only seen the originals though and had no idea what was going on. I, on the other hand, spent a lot of time hitting myself in the head (the first time round) and there was a few occasions where I honestly said "what the fuck??" out loud in the theatre.  So one more thing I have to note, I feel the same way about the whole trilogy I don't really like any of them and I never did. But I'm not entirely just looking at this as one movie, a lot of what I've got to say looks at this as the end of the "Skywalker Saga" cause that’s what it is. I also have some things that go back through the entire trilogy but this is mainly based around TROS since it's the most recent and I refuse to watch the others to make notes on them. Also, I'm aware of the problem they had with the whole George Lucas vs. Rian Johnson thing and how they wrote them separately, however I'm still gonna call them out on things they should have done to tie things together from the beginning cause that was a really dumb way to do things anyway. Plus like I said I'm looking more big picture on a lot of things (mostly cause there's major plotlines that I hated). One of these days, I'll make a positive review but it won't be about the sequel trilogy, I'll tell you that much.  With all that said, I vote that I get on with this. Just for reference though, none of this is in chronological order. There are some things I did like about this movie, I will give it that, so I feel like we should start there. Small Positive Things:

The first thing I put in my notes is just "Finn and Poe" and honestly that's still a mood. I really liked them in this one and I really saw why people ship them.

The next point in my notes just says "death star" which boils down to two different things: the aesthetic and the Imperial March

I know I said positive things but I didn't think of it in my notes and I need to address this. You're telling me that the Death Star exploded but there's still that big of a piece in tact??? But whatever not the point.

The aesthetic: vague continuity thing aside, I fucking love the Death Star in this I really do. It looks awesome. It's really cool to see this broken down, abandoned version of the Death Star. I loved the Stormtrooper helmets scattered on the ground, for some reason that part really stuck in my head. Being said though I generally love the old Stormtrooper helmets, the First Order ones just don't do it for me, but seeing them scattered around.. Idk it was a nice touch I think

Imperial March: so like the Imperial March is the shit, obviously, but that soft, subtle hint of it in that scene as Rey steps into the throne room is one of the only parts of that movie that made me hit my brother's arm in excitement (we do that at the movies, it's our thing). It reminds me of that thing they do in Clone Wars when Anakin does something just a little Darth Vader.

Right so the next thing I had was that part where Kylo Ren finds Palpatine and he      switches from his voice to Snoke's to Darth Vader's.

It was a little thing but I liked it a lot. As far as having to tie it all together, the idea that it was actually Palpatine manipulating Ren wasn't so bad. (That being said the       whole how Palpatine is around thing is pretty far fetched, but they tried.)

My next thing, and this I actually laughed at as opposed to like confused laughter, is the part where they get back from their little mission to find the map to whatever the place was called and Threepio introduces himself to Artoo and Artoo literally does a double take and backs up like "what the fuck??? " That was such a human expression for a robot, it was hilarious. Also Threepio being like "You're not messing with my head!" *cuts to Artoo messing with Threepio's head* Basically anything Artoo cause I love him.

Again tiny random thing, but the Jet Troopers and the Sith Troopers were really cool. Me and my brother quote the "they fly now??" "they fly now!" part all the time. Also just like red Stormtroopers..

So here's a thing that gave me feelings. (I'd like to just point out that this is one of the      only things that gave me feelings and it's about to be clear why.) Chewie finding out Leia died. That hurt my heart. I knew that they couldn't possibly go through that movie without having Leia die, and I said this before the movie ever came out. What I said before was that they really had two options: they could have Leia die off screen which would have been disrespectful to both Carrie Fisher and Leia or she could just sorta disappear which would have also been bad. However they gave her the death scene she deserved. I mean sort of, jury's out on it really. But Chewie making sad noises and falling to his knees hurt me. Similarly Artoo beeping at her sadly made me weepy. (The Anakin in me really jumps out whenever Artoo comes up but like I love him)

I honestly have nothing else to say for this point besides: I can't believe Harrison      Ford agreed to do that

I just wanna touch on Poe again cause he was always my favourite of the new characters, I wasn't really  connected with any of them (which is so uncommon for me) but Poe was my favourite cause he was funny. He was really good in this one, I thought he was funny, again him and Finn had a brilliant thing going. For whatever      reason this one made me appreciate Poe more.

I have some (general) grievances to air out now

I have to say one thing that really irks me about this trilogy is that none of the original characters reunite. The exception of which being everyone and Chewie. Also are we counting Luke and Leia's? I guess in the end they end up reunited in the force in the end either way but still. I mean really Han and Leia have their scene together, and I love that scene, but other than that nothing. No Han and Lando, no Han and Luke reunion. Han and Luke is the one that bothers me though cause them and Leia are the trio and Han and Luke are the only ones that don't reunite. We never see Leia and Lando together on screen either. It's a crime.

I don't know how I feel about Hux being the spy. I feel like it was just kinda lame, you know? Pretty predictable when you think about it, would have been cooler if he wasn't the spy. Seemed like it was just comic relief when it should have been a plot point.

I think it would have been cool if there were more Jedi in the final scene. Like all those Jedi voices spoke to Rey, but only Luke and Leia are there at the end? I get the symbolism with the lightsabers and Luke's place and all that, but still. Like at least, you know, Obi Wan or Anakin. This is one of those full circle things but still, I think it would have been a cool scene.

Okay so this is just me being petty but like I don't care it bothers me. The fact that they keep acting like the lightsaber Rey has is Luke's when it's actually Anakin's bothers me. I know it's a little thing and Not Important but it's dumb. Cause it's not Luke's lightsaber, Luke made his own later on.

Also the fact that they started calling it Rey's lightsaber annoys me so much for the       same reason. She has her own lightsaber now, leave Anakin's alone.

Okay so, we have reached the point where I start talking about things a bit more, bear with me (if people even bother to read this at all idc this is mostly just for me to rant and stuff):

So like look, I'll be the first to say not a Kylo Ren fan. He had potential, I will give him that, and that's where I'm going with this. The other movies had him as this whiny, try hard, Darth Vader wannabe and I just really didn't vibe with that. I mean this is the first real villian since Darth Vader (not counting palpsy during the prequels cause he was just behind the scenes and every movie had a different Bad Guy) and he throws a temper tantrum. Those stormtroopers were hilarious but still. But anyway, did not expect to come out of this movie having wished Kylo Ren was in it more. If they had had him be the way he was in this one the whole time, I might have actually liked him. He did some cool stuff for once in this one so let's discuss that:

I talk about things being full circle a lot (but with movies as nostalgic as Star Wars there should be full circle, fight me) but him fighting with Anakin's lightsaber was very full circle

I do like that it was Leia's death that triggered his return to the light side (I mean I'll get into some things about that later) as opposed to some romance bullshit with Rey. I really don't ship them, like at all, and I think it makes it more compelling that it was his mother's death instead.

He did some cool shit at the beginning, that fight scene was cool. I like the part where he slams the guy down on the ground, don't ask me why I have no idea. I saw it in the trailer and I liked it.

The Han Solo in him really jumped out in the end there and it was really entertaining

The fight with the Knights of Ren was really cool (besides that one jump thing he       did cause I see where they were going with it but it just didn't look as good)

What was definitely cool is the part where he pulls the lightsaber out from behind his back, that was a cool move

Alright so here's my thing and this is gonna make me sound bad probably but like as already established, I don't really like the new characters as much. I just didn't connect with them on the same level as the past trilogies characters, which is fine it's whatever. But I am just gonna say it, I don't really like Rey. But here's my thing, I've always been indifferent towards her but like not really caring either was but there are some things she did in this one that just.. bothered me so this being my platform I'm gonna talk about it.

So the thing with Star Wars movies for me and most people is the family feel right. But like Rey just goes off on her own and ditches Finn, Poe, Chewie and Threepio all the time and like I get that she's sensing something or she wants to get to the death star but she could say something instead of just.. disappearing

Okay so here's another thing, and I know they wanted to find a way to tie it back to the originals but….. a Palpatine?? There are so many other characters they could have gone with but it's like they just wanted to do the 'watch the light side defeat the dark side' thing in as many ways as possible in one movie (Which I'll talk more about later)

Alright so here's my last solely Rey related point and like I don't know where people stand on this cause they seem to either love it or hate it. But Rey Skywalker?? Here's my thing, I've a really hard time getting past the Palpatine thing on that one. But also is that supposed to be the Rise of Skywalker? Because I don't know that I consider that to be rising for her.

Alright, on the topic of the light side vs. dark side thing. Yes I am aware that this is a fundamental part of Star Wars and always has been. However they did it in two      different ways in the same movie. Here's the thing I don't like Rey or Kylo Ren over each other, I have the same level of indifference with both of them. So this isn't me being a Ben Solo stan, promise cause I could not possibly care less if they bring him back, I'm not gonna fight them on it. But the storyline of him overcoming the dark side, would have been more interesting to me. Because I knew Rey wasn't gonna go to the dark side, this is Star Wars. But I wish we could have seen Kylo/Ben struggle with the dark side vs the light side more. I mean they gave us such a good look at it with Anakin, we watched him struggle and fall. That to me would have been rising.

Not to mention Palpsy literally just tries to use the same trick on Rey that he       already tried to use on Luke. That's not full circle, that's Palps being dumb.

Okay, now for the full circle nonsense I keep talking about. The thing with this is that it probably would have been the things you do over two movies and not just the one but just cause they didn't write them that way doesn't mean I can't imagine it.

For one thing, I'd have had Ben kill Palpatine.

Hear me out: Palps himself refers to Ben as the "Last of the Skywalkers" and given that Palpatine is the reason behind all the Skywalker drama from the beginning. With that being said, having the last of the Skywalkers kill Palpatine and thus end his insane, saga long reign over the universe would have been amazing

Not to mention this would be finishing what his grandfather started which was his thing the whole time. Anakin tried to kill Palpatine at the end, and having the last Skywalker, the last of Anakin's blood genuinely finish what he started would have brought the whole thing to an end

Along the same lines as that, the power the all of the Jedi scene would have in that case (and I'm saying this like he was good for more than the last 10 minutes of the movie) been so much more powerful. To have him hear Anakin's voice, like he always wanted but guiding him towards the light instead. Not to mention his mother.

And also, small thing but on the topic of finishing what Anakin started and all that but his grandson, the last of his blood (I'm gonna keep using that) using his lightsaber, the very one he had when he first fell to the dark side, to kill Palpatine once and for all would have been one of those full circle moments that I expected the movie to have more of.

 SO yeah that's everything, all my thoughts and feelings. This literally took me forever to finish. It's been like 5 months but it's Star Wars Day (May the Fourth be with You!) so I had to cram to get it done or I'd die. Plus once it started to get away from when the movie actually came out, I figured I'd wait for it to come out on Disney+ and it has so here we are. I'm glad to be done with this and get it all out cause I honestly just don't care for that movie. I'd rather watch Clone Wars (the finale was soooo good).  Anyways, peace out and may the force be with you, always!  -Moony

[coridae]

Constant Disconnect

#autism #nerd #life #work

So, I’ve mentioned a few times that I have Aspergers. For those not quite savvy, it’s part of the umbrella that is Austism. Most people think of autistics as the lone kid who hates being touched, doesn’t talk or doesn’t talk much drawing symbols all by themselves. For an Aspie like me however, this is not the case, this gets further muddled by the fact that Aspie boys and Aspie girls are different. Autism tends to be more intense in boys than girls, don’t ask me why. I won’t be able to explain and frankly, its a long thing filled with science and technical terms that I just do not have the patience to try and muddle out. Suffice to say, I understand it, but most won’t bother.

For me, being an Aspie is like watching food go bad and being fascinated. I call it ‘permanent foot in mouth disease’. Basically, the shit that comes out of my mouth is nine steps ahead of what everyone around me can catch onto and it just plain either weirds, irritates or goes over most peoples heads. Compound the fact that I am highly emotionally empathetic, social and generally like to keep the people in my circle as heart-comfy as possible? It’s a recipe for disaster.

I like to call my self the introverted extrovert. I like being in rooms with people, because I like watching and seeing how what ripples where and the cause and effect of x to z, but I also like being alone or with smaller groups of my more cherished circle.

So what does being emotionally empathetic mean exactly? Wells, here is the best things I can use as an example. Take today for instance while I was at work. One of my coworkers snapped and got upset at another, both people are those I adore. The guy who lost his temper normally doesn’t, it was out of character and I wanted to immediately stop scrubbing dishes to go to him and find out what was bothering him. Seeing him upset, troubled me and his familiar attitude, mannerisms and HIM-ness, was just... Off.

Most people would shrug it off and simply wait for later. I on the other hand kept bouncing it around in my head as I did my work, looking up periodically in case I could see him to wave him over. Meanwhile my other work-friend who was snapped at did come to me all upset and I was able to get her side and comfort her without seeming like I was taking her side. Only reason why I laughed at the comment she made was cuz she said balls, bite me I’m susceptible to potty humor. She’s all of five foot two and adorable as only a cute thing can be and it amused the shit out of me. Honestly, I didn’t think of her as someone who would say ‘balls’ cuz, pfff she’s just so HER.

I did find out what happened and why he got upset. LaLa, not her real name cuz nicknames, can be kinda... Self absorbed. She’s like, all of nineteen, so her work ethic versus something she wants or say, her phone, is kinda sketchy sometimes and she can step on toes without meaning to. I get it, but we older folk can get kinda ruffled and she had done something a few times to my other friend that made him feel kind of waspish.

I’d like to tell her she should be more aware of being more considerate to others, but at the same time, my other friend didn’t have a right to lash out even if I understand his position. I still wanna hug them both and soothe the ruffled fur on both ends, but I know I cannot.

The other example I have is, literally any sad moment in shows, movies, sad story, will make my heart hurt. Like, if I see an older patient at my work struggling to walk with a walker, my chest hurts and I wanna cry.

Most people get their hearts jerked, but man I tear up and get weepy. It really bothers me seeing someone upset and hurting. I was up picking up dirties when I noticed two ladies standing and talking, one looked like she was about to cry, I found some tissue for her and offered it, because by the time I got there she was actually crying. I’m that person.

Most people, don’t get me. I pretty much like most of my coworkers, save for two and pretty much adore everyone. If you are an asshole to me, like the two I dislike, well, let’s just say I don’t go out of my way for you. I’ll be polite and give you a polite hello and stuff, but I won’t do favors for them or pay attention to them unless I have to.

My oddities make it hard for me because most people above a certain age just flat out can’t compute and adapt. The group I find myself fitting in well enough with is 19 to 25, which is within the ball park of my mental age range. See, that’s something else about being an Aspie. Inside I am younger than my outside, which also tends to irk older people. I don’t do it intentionally, but they act like I do.

Its not always the case, I have a couple coworkers who have kids or family that aren’t neuro-typical who are a lot more tolerant of me. But I still find it hard to make friends, even now.

I tend to jive with more nerdy folk which makes me happy, I just hope that the new coworker I have befriended doesn’t find me annoying. He and I bonded over tea, he’s working on getting his tea business going and for the first time I might actually find myself in a place where my sensitive nose and tongue will be of benefit.

I don’t think he knows just how much his offer meant to me. I struggle day to day with my environment in the kitchen. A job tasting and growing the things I love would just be... Heaven.

It’s not every day someone actually finds what I have to say, or the way I describe taste, of value. I know that everyone struggles with finding a place they fit, but to me, it’s... I want to be of value. I want to fit, to be useful, to assist and to connect. If I could find that ‘spot’ and well... Fit in it, I’d be so grateful. I go my whole life at odds with most of the people around me. I am constantly aware of how my eccentricities can bother others that I feel badly because it’s nothing I can fix.

I know, I know, I should just be ME, but... I don’t want to be an imposition to others. I try to be considerate, but not to the point where people succeed in taking advantage of me.

So, I just don’t have enough words to describe how I feel. Honestly? I admire him. He’s younger than me, but he is forward thinking and confident which is nice to see. He’s a good leader. I worry about how I come across and find myself wondering at his opinion, not cuz I’d change, but just to hear what details stick in his mind. Eesh, I sound like a kid with a crush or something, good gods. I promise, it’s nothing like that.

I like hearing how others perceive me, just cuz I don’t see myself clearly. Plus, I learn new things about myself which is useful and comforting. I’m aware of my place, whether it be in a hierarchy or just within a social circle. Its something that wiggles and squirms in my mind a lot, among other thoughts, feelings, impressions and so on. Honestly, my mind is always chewing on something. Its exhausting sometimes.

Anyways, enough. I’ll stop now lest I go on for ages lol.

[swan-archive]

@the-everqueen is i’m guessing the only person who will enjoy this, if you’re not her maybe...probably don’t even bother clicking through to the rest of this tropey bullshit

TL;DR: PSA for pet owners! alcohol is extremely toxic to dogs, even in small quantities, so keep those PBRs away from your furry friends unless you want an emergency vet trip in your immediate future!

“To another battle survived, gents, and another day working our asses off in service of this fair country!” Tilghman announces, smiling around the campfire at the assembled aides and raising a flask of something-or-other in a toast. “And may I just say what a real pleasure it is to see you here with me this evening, all your limbs still attached and no bullet holes in your skulls. Cheers.”

“Not for lack of trying,” grumbles Alex, digging his elbow into John’s side. “I can’t believe you attacked a house with nothing but a sword, you idiot.”

“Come on, take it easy, I’m wounded—”

“Yeah, in your other shoulder.” Alex lays another jab to John’s ribs. “This is what you get for being reckless and ignoring orders. Accept your rightful punishment.”

“I liked it better when you weren’t talking,” John complains, shoving Alex away with his good arm and fussing with his sling. Alex sticks his tongue out at John. It’s not a look quite suited to his features as they are, but Alex just seems happy to be able to access human facial expressions again, so John makes no comment. After the hell of these past weeks, it must be a great relief for Alex to feel his muzzle slowly shrink away and the fur on his face thin and recede. Not that it’s done so very much, yet—Alex still looks rather like the misbegotten offspring of a stray dog and a gargoyle—but John has caught him running his fingers over his face with hope in his eyes more than once in the last couple of days.

For John’s part, and despite all his protests, it’s simply good to hear Alex talk again. Barks and whines and yelps don’t suit him. He should have a real voice, even if all he’s doing with that voice at the moment is harassing John.

“Laurens, you in?” asks Tilghman, walking over to where John and Alex are seated. He offers his flask. John accepts it with good will, takes a nip, passes it back. The drink goes down smooth, and John says a little prayer of thanks in his head that Tilghman hasn’t been so well blacklisted by his bloody Loyalist family that he can’t still get his hands on stuff like this to share.

“How about you, Ham?” Alex looks up in surprise, and Tilghman shakes the flask, holds it out to him. A faint trace of guilt on his face there, but nothing malicious. “You made it out alive too. Worth celebrating.”

Alex hesitates, then reaches for the flask. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I will. Cheers, Tilghman.” After a last you-sure-this-is-okay glance up at Tench, he tilts his head back and takes a long swallow. Splutters. His tail bristles.

“Okay, okay, don’t drink the whole thing, greedy, we gotta make this stretch,” says Tilghman good-naturedly, and Alex coughs and passes it back.

“Khh—fuck—what is that?”

“I have a friend in town, he hooked me up. It’s good, right? Not that cheap shit they have at the commissary.”

“Good, sure. Jesus. Your friend’s trying to poison us, man.”

“Lightweight.” Tilghman moves on around the circle, and Alex shakes himself. Licks his chops where the alcohol has dribbled into his fur. He flattens his ears and perks them back up, a gesture that John is starting to recognize as the canine equivalent of a little frown.

“Did that stuff smell weird to you?”

“No? I mean, it was a little strong, sure, but it was just booze. Nothing unusual. You have got a better nose than me, though. Maybe you’re just not used to the smell yet?”

“That could be it. I guess I haven’t had the chance to, ah, indulge, not in a second. Not since the battle, and before that was full moon, and before that there was all that work I was trying to get done, and before that was, well…Schuylkill.”

“You’re overdue for it, is what I’m hearing.”

“Definitely overdue.” Alex nods decisively. The firelight dances on his face, and for a moment John can discern the vague shape of his smile as it used to be.

The flask makes another half-pass around the circle before being pronounced empty. A bottle of wine is produced, as well as a surprisingly large amount of rye whiskey, the provenance of which Harrison will not expound on outside raised eyebrows and a conspiratorial wink. John is drawn into a game of cards; Alex, in classic form, offers loud criticism on every move made without apparent allegiance to any player, until John gets up and offers his seat on the grounds that well, if you think you can do so much better, show me. Alex plunks himself down confidently, takes up John’s hand, promptly loses several dollars, and swaps out again just in time for John to make a spectacularly bad play and be subjected to a hearty swig of the rye whiskey. It really does taste like Harrison’s been distilling it under his bed. Alex cackles at John’s distress.

“Oughta make you take a shot, too, Hammie,” says Harrison, “you were the one who screwed him over, throwing away all his good cards like that. Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” He ruffles Alex’s fur and John tenses, because Alex does not appreciate that sort of treatment from people who aren’t John most of the time, but Alex leans into the touch, albeit with his nose wrinkled in disgust at Harrison’s suggestion.

“No thanks,” says Alex, cocking his head to give Harrison a better angle, “I’ve heard the horror stories about the shit you bring to parties. Just wondering, have you ever consumed anything a human being could actually drink?” Harrison shoves Alex and calls him a little shit and Alex shoots back motherfucker and John would normally join in at this point, but his throat is still burning. He lets out a sad wheeze.

“What’s that face for?” says Alex, abandoning Harrison and poking his snout at John. “You getting weepy already? Because I am not going to hold you in my arms and pet your hair while you bawl about how one time your daddy bought you the wrong color horse and it ruined your life, not until—what time is it—until at least eleven.”

“Shut up,” John manages.

“Okay, ten-thirty, but that’s just because it’s you, John.”

“Will you fuck off,” says John, and Alex snuffles playfully at John’s cheek in that way he has now, canine signifier for just kidding, man, it was only a joke. John feels a little hot under the collar. The drink, right. Alex draws back with a grimace.

“Eurgh, Christ.”

“What’d I do now?”

“Nothing, just—ugh.” Alex looks up furtively, sees that Harrison has moved away, then says, “I didn’t wanna be mean to Harrison, but that shit he made you drink smells like death. You’re lucky you don’t have my nose right now. And don’t,” Alex adds quickly, “do not make a joke about the size of my nose, now or normally, I’ve heard ‘em all and they stopped being funny when I was about six, so.”

“If that was you being nice to Harrison…” Alex makes a grumpy not-quite-growl noise. “Duly noted about the nose though. It is dainty and beautiful and that will be my final word on the matter.”

“I’ll accept it,” Alex says, with haughty magnanimity. “God, I can’t wait to have a proper face again. You know how much of a headache it is trying to focus on the General’s stupid squiggly handwriting down the length of this fucking thing? If I end up needing spectacles before the end of this war, I’m sending him the bill.” He prods at his muzzle. John swallows down the just a couple more weeks and it’ll be gone that wants to come out, which Alex must have heard enough times at this point to render it completely meaningless.

“Well, you don’t need to think about the General’s correspondence right now,” he says instead. “Or for the rest of the night. Come on, you wanna see if Tilghman’s got anything else to drink that isn’t, fuckin’, lantern oil or whatever?”

“I,” says Alex, “am pacing myself. Enjoying myself in moderation, as it were.”

“Ahh, he was right, you lightweight! You get all in my face about being a sad drunk, but three drinks’d knock you on your furry ass, admit it.”

“It’s not the booze! It’s—” Alex frowns. “I’d just be careful about whatever that stuff is, that’s all. I feel a little. I don’t know. It must’ve been cut with something. Just...”

“Don’t trust Tilghman and his sketchy friends. Got it. Come find me when you’re ready to stop being a pissbaby, though, yeah?”

“Fuck off, Laurens,” says Alex, baring his teeth in a not-quite-grin, and John smirks and makes a rude gesture at him and saunters toward a likely-looking knot of colleagues.

The drink continues to flow (luckily supplemented by individuals other than Harrison), and the gathering starts to take on the air of a decent party. Alex drifts back toward John eventually. Whatever malady he’d been complaining of has been forgotten, and he’s high-spirited, almost silly, and he pants happily as he drapes himself over John. The smell of liquor is heavy on his breath. Good, thinks John, means he found something he could stomach, and he scratches at Alex’s ribs through his jacket and waistcoat to show no hard feelings.

“Hoooow stands the glass a-roooound, me boys,” croons McHenry at a lull in the conversation, standing and spreading his arms like he’s the lead tenor in an opera. Someone chucks their glove at his head; several other someones fall in on various harmonies. Alex joins lustily on the middle split while John trips along above, trying to ignore Gibbs’ cheerful tone-deafness. They’ve made it into the second verse, the bit where people start forgetting the words, when Alex tilts his head back on an ascending line and breaks into a ringing howl. The melody wavers with a series of titters.

“OooooOOOOOwwwhhhhyy, soldiers, why,” bellows Tilghman in a clownish imitation of Alex, and Alex redoubles his efforts in apparent appreciation, his howl taking on the shrill wailing quality of a coyote’s. Soon half the aides are trying to out-howl Alex, not that he appears to notice; whenever he pauses for breath he simply lays his head to one side and frisks his tail as if listening to a pleasant tune. And then he’s off again, howling at a pitch so piercing they must be able to hear it behind British lines.

The song limps to an end, somehow, met with general rowdy applause. “And another round for our prima donna!” says McHenry, gesturing grandly, and Alex stands and executes a very wobbly bow, his tail wagging in delight. He collapses back into his seat next to John, fixes him with a wolfish grin, leans forward and licks him from chin to hairline. The other aides hoot and holler in glee and John goes argh and wipes at the slobber on his face with his sleeve. This does not appear to deter Alex, who comes after him and tries to lick him again on the ear.

“You’re fucking drunk,” says John, pushing Alex away with a snort of laughter.

“Noooooooo,” says Alex, still with that stupid grin on his face. “Definitely not drunk. Nope. Only had one.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not lying! Ask Tilghman, ask anyone, you know, you were right next to me the whole time. Only one. ‘S the truth.” Alex burps, shudders all over as with a sudden chill. “Cold out here tonight, yeah? Or is that just me?”

“How are you cold? You’ve got all that fur under your jacket still and you’re sitting right next to the fire.” Alex mumbles something and goes for another lick, but John puts his hand in Alex’s face before he can get too touchy-feely. Flinches at the cold wetness of his nose—no, not wet, the leathery skin there cool but unusually dry. He’s panting very hard despite that, John notices, hard enough for his tongue to loll out and his chin to dip forward slightly with each breath.

Alex shakes off John’s hand and sits there, just panting. “I don’t feel so great,” he says at last.

“Well, take a break, then, huh? We still have to work tomorrow, can’t have the General catching his best aide hungover.”

“Mhm.” Alex barely seems to have heard John. He stares glassy-eyed at the campfire for a long minute. His panting takes on a different tone, further back in the throat than before, and his ears are pinned. He coughs once. John feels a little twist of worry in his gut.

“Okay, you know what, Alex, up, come on, let’s get you some air,” he says, hauling on Alex’s arm. Alex rises to his feet, swaying.

“Wher’goin’,” he mumbles.

“Just away from the fire a little bit, get you out of the smoke. That’s it.”

“I’m—don’t—” Alex stops dead in his tracks. Licks his muzzle. Pants and pants and pants.

“Alex…?”

Alex doubles over and vomits at his own feet.

John leaps away with a curse, as do a couple of the nearest aides, and Alex crumples to his knees, still retching. “Can’t hold his liquor!” shouts someone from the other side of the campfire, to a lively chorus of jeers.

“Christ, Alex, I thought you said you only had one drink!” says John. “Here—McHenry, help me get him up before he pukes on someone.”

“I did,” slurs Alex, letting John and McHenry set him on his feet and steer him away from the campfire. “Just one. From Tilghman.” He goes huuurgh again, and John and McHenry drag him over to a convenient tree so he can lean on it and empty his stomach without dirtying anyone’s boots.

“Are you gonna tell him he’s not fooling anyone, or should I?” says McHenry, rather loudly.

“Just one,” Alex repeats, as though he’d never stopped talking. He makes a token attempt at straightening up. “Not drunk. Can’t be. It doesn’t feel, it hurts, it—” He staggers hard into John with a groan that has a real edge of pain to it. John catches him clumsily, one-armed, and McHenry grabs the back of Alex’s jacket before the two of them topple over. Alex clutches at his stomach in abject misery. “I said, didn’t I say it was poison?” he wails. “Tilghman’s trying to kill us.”

“I…do not think Tilghman is trying to kill us,” says John, in a brave stab at a reasonable tone of voice.

“Gonna kill him.”

“Do not kill Tilghman.”

“I’m gonna do it, fuck that guy, I’m gonna…” Alex takes several steps in the approximate direction of the campfire before gagging and losing steam. He sits down heavily on the ground, puts his head between his knees. Lets out a couple of wet coughs.

“Ham?” McHenry asks.

“…I would like to go home now,” says Alex in a small voice.

“Takes a while to get back from the Caribbean from he—oof!”

“Not funny, Mac.” John removes his elbow from McHenry’s stomach. “Yeah, probably for the best. Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

Alex looks up at John with the most piteous golden puppy eyes John has ever seen him deliver, fists his hands in the fabric of his waistcoat. “Hurts,” he whimpers. McHenry giggles.

“I know, Alex,” says John.

“…It was only one.”

“Jesus, I know, you said it a million times!” Alex folds his ears back and whines, and John checks himself, lowers his voice. “I…sorry. Sorry. But you’ll feel better if you get some rest, promise.”

“You good to get him back there on your own, Laurens?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. We’re good. Come on, Alex, stand up.” Alex makes another tragic face and tries to scuttle off on all fours with his tail between his legs, but John manages to pull him to his feet. “Here, lean on me—no, Alex, headquarters is this way—there we go…”

They’re barely out of sight of the campfire when Alex has to pull over and throw up again. Just this morning he’d been all excited that his fur was starting to grow out enough to make a real queue; now, John does his best to hold the scraggly strands back and glumly imagines the mess Alex (and by extension, John) will have to deal with tomorrow morning.

I attacked a goddamn house with a sword two days ago, John thinks. Alex makes a noise that John can’t even begin to describe, heaves and drools. There is no way in hell I am qualified to be the responsible friend right now.

—

“I could have told you that it was too close to the full moon for you to be drinking,” says Lafayette severely.

Alex whines and pulls the pillow down over his head. “All right, I get it, I did wrong, won’t do it again, now can you please stop talking so loudly?”

“I will not. Not until you promise me you will make a study of what you ought not to be eating on your wolf days.”

“It’s—urgh—it's just a hangover, Laf.”

“It is not! You are more than half a wolf still, and there are things we can’t—the drink, it’s too strong for us, it doesn’t make us properly drunk, it makes us sick. Could bring you near to dying, if you had more than one at the wrong time of the moon.” Lafayette pauses. “Not that…not that I know this from experience. It is simply what I have heard.”

“Oh, yes. Our dear friend Gilbert, who is the very picture of self-control and common sense,” says John sweetly. “Wouldn’t dream of accusing you.” Lafayette flaps a hand in poorly-concealed embarrassment.

“Whatever, whatever, it doesn’t matter, but if you die in so stupid a way as this, I swear to you, Hamilton…” Laf trails off, wrinkles his nose in disgust. “And it reeks of vomit in here.”

“Alex threw up on himself,” John supplies helpfully.

“Traitor, why’d you tell him that, he doesn’t need to know,” Alex moans from under the pillow.

“You had better get down to the river for a wash, then. It takes forever to get a stink like that out of one’s fur, and since you can’t even change to get some relief from it—”

“Yes, thank you for the reminder that I’m ugly, this is an angle that I had never considered before, certainly not every time I look in a goddamned mirror.”

“Who said anything about ugly? Did I?”

“You did not,” says John. “Someone’s just a little sensitive, sounds like.”

“Shut up. And you were thinking it,” grumbles Alex. He lifts the pillow just enough for the tip of his nose to poke out from underneath. “If we’re all done lecturing me, then…”

Lafayette jabs a finger at Alex. “If I catch you poisoning yourself again before new moon week, I shall bite you so hard—”

“Yeah, someone beat you to the punch there, not a great threat,” says Alex, with an ironic waggle of his tail under the blankets.

“I will tell the General you’ve been making an ass of yourself—”

“What is he, my dad?”

“I’ll—I will—he—you—” Lafayette lets out a truly terrifying snarl of frustration, turns on his heel, and storms out of the room. John can hear him cursing to himself all the way down the hall. It’s a testament to how bad Alex feels that he doesn’t even snicker at having gotten a rise out of Laf, just whines quietly to himself.

“I can go tell the General you’re, uh...indisposed,” John offers after a while.

“I’m not indisposed, I’m gonna be fine just as soon as I—urk—” Alex sits bolt upright in bed and claps a hand over his mouth. John scrambles out of the line of fire, but the nausea apparently passes after a few seconds, leaving Alex to drag his hand down his chin and pull a ferocious scowl. “Unbelievable. Unbe-fucking-lievable. What kind of world is this, where I can’t even get a stiff drink for half the month without almost killing myself? I’m going to find the wolf that bit me and tear him to pieces.”

“So dramatic,” says John, half-joking, half-nervous; it’s always a little uncomfortable to remember that Alex could actually tear someone to pieces now, if he put his mind to it. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll take you into town for drinks once you’re good for it again. My treat, even.”

���The catch being…”

“I mean, it’s not like it ever took you more than one drink to get sloppy anyway.”

Alex groans and flops back down onto the bed. “I hate you.”

“No you doooooon’t,” John coos, scratching under Alex’s chin. Alex swats his hand away.

“Cut it—you don’t get to use that against me, asshole, not today.” Alex tucks his chin down against his neck and curls up into a ball to ward off further attacks. Doesn’t get very far; his spine’s starting to be the wrong shape for it. “This is bullshit. You shouldn’t be allowed to be conscious and out of bed and functional before me. It goes against the natural order of things. God’s gonna hit HQ with a lightning bolt for this.”

“You could at least say thank you for not letting me puke myself to death last night, John.”

“…Thank you for not letting me puke myself to death last night,” says Alex grudgingly.

“And for getting me back to bed safe.”

“And for getting me back to—yeah, okay, actually thank you, though. I was in a bad way, everything was all fuzzy, I couldn’t think straight. You saw me, I didn’t even wanna stand up and walk like a person. I thought Tilghman was trying to assassinate me, for Christ’s sake! I could’ve done any number of stupid things in that state. Fallen in the river and drowned, or wandered into camp and gotten myself shot. So. I owe you.”

“You remember all that?”

“Yeah. ’S how I know I wasn’t drunk. It sucked, but I remember every second.” Alex uncurls enough to grimace ruefully at John. “…Sorry I kept trying to lick you. It made a lot of sense at the time.”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t so bad until you were doing it after you’d already been throwing up for half an hour.”

“I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t bring that up.” With a long sigh, Alex pushes himself out of bed at last, stretches himself down to his tailtip, and starts gathering up the scattered pieces of his uniform and pulling them on. “Okay. I’m going for a bath. Get this filth out of my fur so Laf doesn’t spend all day glaring at me.” He pauses with his trousers half pulled up. “And if you see the General, yeah, go ahead and tell him I’m indisposed. Make up some story. Tell him it’s a wolf thing, he usually backs off for those. Gets all weird and grim. Er, weirder and grimmer than usual, I mean.”

“Doesn’t sound very convincing to me.”

“Then help me think of something better. If I have to sit through a lecture on moderation and self-control and manners befitting a gentleman and an officer right now, on top of everything else…” Alex pulls his tail through the hole in the seat of his pants, scrubs at his face to unstick the worst of the matted fur. “Anyway. If I’m not back soon, assume the headache didn’t go away and I decided to put myself out of my misery.”

“Dramatic,” says John again. “Don’t drown yourself.”

“Can’t make any promises.” With a last parting frisk of his tail, Alex steps out into the hallway. John hears his toenails clicking on the floorboards as he makes for the stairs. The noises stop partway down the hall.

Alex retches audibly.

“Really, Alex?”

“Shut up!”