#fotc imagine

[deathmybride]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ needy for a weedy shy guy | bret mckenzie *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ship: Bret McKenzie x fem!oc

warnings: cannon typical casual homophobia

summary: Bret has the post-breakup blues, and Jemaine is convinced he has the perfect solution...

word count: 3196

a/n: Happy New Year! I know this is not what any of you followed for, but I have tragically hyper focused on this beautiful kiwifruit, so I had to write this before I could finish working on anything else. That said, I did write a version of the opening scene of this fic back in 2020, and it sat in my docs folder for years gathering dust until this past week when I finally got the inspiration to finish it.

I also want to mention that I blended HBO show cannon with some aspects of Bret's real life (namely that he was an extra in The Lord of the Rings), so if that affects your enjoyment of the fic, I apologise.

Finally I wanted to shout out these dating Jemaine headcannons by @bowieandqueen11 because they're cute as hell <3

“I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think a tuxedo is comic store appropriate.” Bret mumbled and dragged a hand over his stubbly face. “I don’t even think there’s any girls there.”

“Bret.” Jemaine said, exasperated. “I know what I’m doing.”

“How are we supposed to get a tux anyway? We can’t even afford proper food.”

Jemaine paused, a few two minute noodles protruding from his lips. Bret could almost see the cogs in his pea brain straining to find a way to argue. Ding! He sucked in his noodles and nodded, as if to acknowledge his own genius. Bret prickled with annoyance.

“Frift shomp.”

“I’m not buying a suit from a thrift shop, Jemaine.”

“Well what do you suggest then?”

“I don’t even want to do this.” Bret’s coffee tasted like shit since he couldn’t add any cocoa to it for obvious reasons. “Besides, you hated my last girlfriend.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jemaine sniffed.

“You’re gonna keep hassling me until I do it, aren’t you?” Bret pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’ll never stop stewing if you don’t.” They both knew he was right. “Speaking of stew, eat your noodles before they go cold. We can’t afford to microwave them.”

“What about this one?” Bret held up his trusty polar bear cub t-shirt with a pleading look.

“You’re joking.” Jemaine said flatly.

“What’s wrong with baby bear?” He pouted.

“Women will read into a top like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’ll see you as the bear. A weak, defenceless, underdeveloped form of an apex predator: i.e. man-child. And the colour is way too aggressive, you’ll give them too many mixed signals.”

“But it’s cute…” He stroked the plastic-y screen print with a fondness that ought to be reserved for real pets. “What if it makes them think I’m cute too?”

“But are you, though?”

He looked in the mirror. His thick, black hair had grown out shaggy and kind of flat on top, his beard had grown all the way down his neck and seemed to be weighing his face down, and his huge, bulbous eyes stared out from a pair of dark craters. He shook his head in resignation.

Jemaine rifled through the drawer and pulled out the vermilion striped long-sleeve that he clearly favoured. He had finally given up his suit obsession and let Bret pick from his own clothes, though really it was Jemaine doing most of the picking.

“You insist on being casual but you need to maintain an air of sophistication in spite of the fact.” He sniffed, tossing an admittedly spiffy pair of black jeans onto the bed.

Bret wondered how he could ever be sophisticated when he slept in duckling pyjama pants and a Meatloaf sweatshirt so huge it barely stayed on his shoulders, but didn’t argue.

“Where’s that bomber jacket you look so hot in?”

“Aw, look mate,” Bret winced. “I just wanna wear a cardigan. I feel… fugly.”

He paused, blinking uncomprehendingly.

“I don’t know what that means, but I assume I’m trying to reduce it. How about you let me deal with this, go have a shower, shave your beard off-”

“Shave it off?!” His hand flew protectively to the fuzzy crop he had sewn in response to his heartache.

Jemaine nodded sagely. “Shave it off. New beginnings.”

Bret sighed, knowing he was right.

“Fine. Pick the bloody outfit, I don’t care.” He stormed out of the room.

“And gel your hair back too,” Jemaine called. “You look like Frodo.”

“Oh, fuck off!” With expert precision, he launched the red bear t-shirt into his friend’s unsuspecting face.

Jemaine couldn’t keep his eyes off Bret as he marched him down the street to his doom. Bret caught him eyeing him a few times with a weirdly expectant look on his face, but they both kept tight lipped until they were roughly a block away from the shop.

“Do you reckon I did a good job dressing you?”

“Thinking about going into fashion, are you?”

“Just admit I know how to put together an outfit.”

Bret did look good. He had forgotten how well the snug, black jeans complimented his long legs, or how the leather jacket broadened his shoulders. He even had to admit that shaving his beard and slicking his hair back was the right call. He looked like a greaser- albeit a baby-faced one. He felt cool, and Bret never felt cool.

“Yep.”

“What was that?”

“Yes, Jemaine,” He sighed. “The outfit is good.”

He smiled in self-satisfaction and looked him over appraisingly.

“Ah!” He pointed to his waist. “The piano belt!”

“Yep.”

“I chose the black one with the eyelets.”

“And I chose this one.” Bret tried to keep his cool.

“Are you trying to scare all the women?”

He looked at him from the corner of his eye. “Maybe.”

“All the work I do and you go and sabotage it. I don’t know why I bother.”

“I don’t know why either.”

The comic shop was inexplicably decked out in red and black tissue paper decorations, with a dozen stands outside the shop, each heavy with copy after copy of a book Bret had never heard of with a red ribbon printed on the cover. For once, it seemed Jemaine was right about something. The shop was teeming with women, or rather, teenage girls.

“What the fuck’s going on?” Bret mumbled as they pushed their way inside.

It was crowded and loud. Bret instinctively pressed into a corner.

“Did you know this was on?” He demanded.

“Yeah, of course.” Jemaine refused to meet his eyes. “Totally.”

“What the fuck? Are you trying to get us on a watch-list? What is this?”

“It’s um… er…”

“This was a total fluke, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“What do we do?” He was so overwhelmed by the noise that it didn’t occur to him to just leave.

“Just… just talk to one of them?”

“Which one?” Bret squinted, scanning the room. “They all look about fourteen.”

“Fair point.” He grimaced. “Um… ooh! That one!”

He pointed rather conspicuously to a girl who had just joined the end of the queue. Her dark, curly hair formed a wild nest, partially restrained by a halfhearted attempt at a ponytail, though thick strands escaped to curl around her swan-like neck. She wore a baggy t-shirt with a print on the back of three wolves howling at the moon, and boot-cut jeans that dragged along the floor. She swayed side to side as if to the beat of some inaudible music, her fingers arpeggiating ceaselessly at her side. She was as short as any of the other girls, though the intricate tattoo on her forearm gave her away as an adult.

“She’s…” If there were violins, they would have swelled as the camera pulled in close on his awestruck face. “…”

“Bret?”

“Huh?”

“Go talk to her.”

“Are you insane?!”

“You haven’t even seen her face yet.”

“I don’t have to. She’s got ‘hot’ written all over her. If I punch that far above my weight, I’ll strike out. Not to mix sports metaphors.”

“Fine. Just go bomb with her or you’ll regret it and I’ll be hearing about it for months.”

He looked back at her and knew it was true. The only thing worse than stuttering his way through a trite conversation and being rejected horrifically would be not trying at all… well, that and being eaten alive by wetas. By the time he tore his eyes away, Jemaine was already shoving a copy of whatever book was being shilled into his already shaking hands.

“Go!” He insisted.

Bret staggered toward the mirage of a girl like a man dying of thirst, his hands slick on the paperback.

“Um, hi.”

His voice came out so soft that it was lost under the excited murmur of the crowd. She did not turn around, continuing to bend gently to her silent rhythm. He cast a desperate glance over his shoulder where Jemaine was still standing in the corner, trying to look as innocuous as possible. Jemaine scowled urgently, motioning to tap her on the shoulder. Bret swallowed drily, wiped his hand on his jeans, and reached out to her as gently as he possibly could. As lightly as he touched her, she still felt it, and she turned to meet him with an expectant half-smile. He felt something akin to a tectonic shift.

“Uh-hmm.” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and bit brutally at the insides of his cheeks. “I really like your shirt. Really majestic creature the… the wolf.”

He expected her angel-face to crumple in disgust. He would not have blamed her she spit on him and kneed him in the balls, but instead, her smile only widened, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she held her arms out to display the front print: another wolf in that same hyper-real style, this time in full profile under a pine forest.

“Thanks!” Her voice sounded… weird. “My boyfriend bought it for me when the second book came out.”

He felt the earth shatter beneath him.

“Sorry.” She amended. “Ex-boyfriend. Anyway, it’s not really merch, but I think the one to the right looks like Jacob.”

“Oh, y-yeah, totally.” He was so distracted by elation that he almost forgot to answer. “It absolutely does.”

An awkward beat of silence passed between them.

“Are you Australian?” He blurted out.

“Yeah! Don’t look so disappointed. You’re a kiwi, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Sheep-shagger!” She giggled delightedly at his baffled expression.

“Wh-what?”

“Just kidding.” She started to sway again, bashfully. “We’re ancient foes, I have to at least pretend to make fun of you.”

“R-right…”

He entirely forgot how to come up with a pithy response, so enamoured with her squirmy mannerisms, her huge blue eyes, the way the print on her t-shirt slightly distended where her breasts affected the contours of the fabric…

“Oh, god.” Her face crumpled, doe eyes suddenly huge with apology. “I offended you, didn’t I? I do that all the time, act over familiar and tease people and-”

“No!” Reflexively, he reached for her elbow. It took him a moment too long to notice what he had done and unhand her. “Sorry.” He winced. “No, I’m not upset, I’m just… awkward.”

“That makes two of us.” She giggled, fidgeting with one of the many rings that adorned her thin fingers. “I actually think New Zealand is really cool. It’s where I got my tattoo.”

She offered him her wrist. Nestled beneath the crook of her elbow was an ornate ring of text.

“Ash nazg durbatulûk,” He recited. “Ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.”

She gasped, eyes now alight with excitement.

“You have it memorised!”

“Yeah.” He nodded, blush spreading across his cheeks as he realised he was about to start boasting. “I was in the movies.”

She gasped again. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

She gazed up at him, her brow furrowed as she tried to place him. He felt his skin turn even hotter under her scrutiny, so he gave her a hint.

“Lady Arwen,” He lilted his voice, rolling his rs ever so slightly. “We cannot delay.”

For a third time, she gasped. “Figwit?!”

He nodded, suppressing a laugh at her enthusiasm.

“No way! What’s your name now? Brad?”

“Bret.” He corrected, wishing he had the raw sex appeal of a Brad. “McKenzie.”

“Bret McKenzie.” Her voice carried a note of fascination. “I’m River Winton. Y’know, you are so internet famous.”

“Yeah, I know.” He scratched the back of his neck, distracted by River, River, River bubbling in his head like water underground. “I stalk the forums.”

“You’re kidding!” She covered her mouth in surprise. “That’s hilarious. Which forums? What’s your user, we might know each other.”

He shook his head. “I’ll never tell. Besides, I don’t comment or anything, just read it.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” She rolled her eyes with a teasing smirk. “Surely you must have capitalised on it, then?”

“Not really. I sell signed headshots on eBay, but that’s about it.”

“You do good business?”

“Eh, not as good as I’d hope…”

“I’ll buy one.” She offered. “I was a huge Figwit self-shipper back in the day. He’s so cute.”

Struck by an extremely uncommon bought of self confidence- no doubt stoked by her flattery- he leaned in. His eyes darted about, miming that he was checking for eavesdroppers, and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper.

“Yknow, he’s… me.” He luxuriated in satisfaction at the blush rising on her cheeks. “Do you think I’m cute too?”

She looked away, lip clamped between her teeth, and nodded. He pulled back, suave exterior already cracking as his heart-rate peaked.

“You can just have one.” He tried to sound blasé. “I’ve got that many of them.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that.”

“I’ve got tons. I live just up the street, I could go get one right now.”

“Oh, please let me pay for it!”

“M-mm.” He shook his head, gazing down at her as he tried to conceive a way to ask for what he really wanted in payment without coming across as a creepy jerk.

“At least let me buy you a coffee.” She offered something very similar to what he had in mind, except she would be paying. “There’s this hole-in-the-wall cafe just down from the bodega that do a triple-shot mocha that could wake the dead.”

“Is that the bodega with the massive cat with a human face?”

That made her laugh, and to Bret, it sounded like wind chimes. “Yeah, I think it’s a Maine Coon or something.”

“The anti-sphinx.” He quipped, enjoying the way squirmed with laughter. “I think it has sapient intelligence. They really ought to be paying that thing a salary, or at least charging it rent.”

“They should!” She agreed. “It’s so scary looking.”

“Right?” Their laughter passed. “Anyway, isn’t the guy supposed to pay? Y’know traditionally?”

“In what context?”

“Um,” He heated up, realising his mistake. “Y-y’know, in like… uh, one-on-one… opposite-gender hangout?”

“I think that’s the most convoluted term for a date I’ve ever heard.”

“Um, well yeah, if-if that’s the term you wanna use, then yeah. In a date context.”

“Well,” She smirked, looking satisfied that she had the upper hand again. “I’m not a very traditional person when it comes to that sort of thing.”

For a moment, he took her in- the smudgy eyeliner, the crooked-toothed smile, the manic glint in her crystalline iris, the sort-of evil accent- and realised a horrible truth. Oh god, I’m never going to be able to say no to you am I? Four carat diamond engagement ring, huge wedding, fifteen hundred guests, honeymoon in Paris, depleted savings, millions in credit card debt, destitution…

“Fine.” He sighed. “You can pay for the coffee.”

“Yes!” She punched the air. “Score!”

He couldn’t help but smile. Noticing that they were nearing the front of the queue, he leaned down to confess.

“So, what’s this book actually about?”

“What, you’ve never read them?” He shook his head, and when she laughed at him it felt like fuzzy, like pot brownies and a hot shower. “So why are you in the line, then?”

“I come here for comics and Brandon Sanderson novels when I have some extra cash. I saw the place full of…” He cast his eyes about. “Well, not the usual patrons, and I got curious.”

She shook her head at him, amused.

“Well, it’s about vampires and werewolves. This is the third book, Eclipse. You should pick up Twilight and New Moon on the way out, and there’ll be another coming out next year.”

“I shouldn’t even be buying this one.” He hissed a sigh. “My rent’s so stupidly high.”

“You should let me pay for the head shot too.”

“Not a chance.”

She eyed him thoughtfully.

“What about- and this is entirely up to you- but what about you go put that back, and we organise to hang out some time and you can borrow my copies.”

Somehow, she had concocted the perfect reason for him to see her again, and again, and again. Each time he finished reading a book and needed to exchange it, he would get to learn a little bit more about her. He could have kissed her right there out of gratitude for her wisdom, a trait he did not possess.

“You’re incredible.” He breathed.

“Huh?”

“I-I mean, um, that’s an incredible idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” He laughed, giddy and more than a little confused that she wanted to be seen with him at all, let alone several times. He stepped out of the line. “I’ll wait for you.”

He all but sprinted back to Jemaine, who was stubbornly in the same spot, his eyes darting between Bret and the queue.

“What the hell happened?” He demanded flatly. “She looks like she likes you? Why?”

Bret could only shake his head, suppressing hysterical laughter.

“Great communication.” Jemaine scoffed. “You’ve still got the book! Did you strike out? Why do you look so happy?”

He shut him up with the sloppiest kiss on the cheek he could muster.

“We’re going for coffee.” His voice was high and weepy, and came out in one long string. “Andshe’slettingmeborrowherbooksohgodJemaineshe’sperfectthiswasthebestideayou’veverhadIcan’tthankyouenough.” He collapsed into a hug around Jemaine’s stiff frame. “You’re my best mate. My best mate.”

“Ta.” Jemaine brought himself to pat him a few times on the back. “There, there. Now get a hold of yourself before she thinks you’re a poof.”

“Right, right.”

He peeled himself off of his best friend and stood up ram-rod straight, clearing his throat until his voice was deep enough to be considered somewhat masculine. He got his timing right, as she came bounding over, her movements bouncing with such excitement that she almost appeared to be dancing.

“You’re still here!” She remarked, clutching her now-signed book to her chest as if it was the most precious cargo in the world.

“I-I wasn’t exactly gonna run off… Um, River, this is my flatmate Jemaine. Jemaine, River.”

“How do you do?” Jemaine said tersely.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” She reached out and shook his hand, grinning as she squeezed it.

“Mm, hello.” Jemaine’s icy exterior seemed to be cracking, just slightly.

“Anyway, River and I were going for a coffee.” He began to usher her to the door.

“Oh.” Jemaine made an interested noise.

Not on my watch! Bret felt his nostrils flare. No codependent friendship is getting in my way this time!

“I’ll see you tonight, mate.”

Jemaine’s gaze shifted between the pair. He’d been foiled.

“Yeah, too right.” His tone was too forced to be casual. “Don’t be out late, we’ve got Deal or No Deal tonight.”

“Yes, dear.” His response earned an icy look, made icier still in comparison to the New York summer they stepped into.

They said their goodbyes to Jemaine and headed off down the street, arms almost close enough to touch as they squeezed together on the busy footpath.

“So, you and Jemaine seem pretty close.”

Oh god, he thought. Where do I begin?

“Yeah.” He settled on. “Yeah, you could say that. Yeah.”

[lizluzz]

I know OFMD anniversary was a week ago, but today is my personal one year anniversary of starting the show.

This is officially my longest hyperfixasion, and it doesn't seem like it's going away anytime soon. This is of course due to all of the ways this show is amazing, but it's also because it's the first time I let myself engage with people in the fandom in a more meaningful way, and I can't express how important it was (and is) to me. Turns out opening up to new people can be a good experience, who would have guessed :)

Thank you to everyone who shared their love for the show this past year, my life is better for it <3

[dazedasian]

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Dev the Pineapple is the real deal! Not only does she create the most compassionate and evocative artwork, but Dev combined her amazing art with comfy t-shirts (are your homies pro-liberation??) and sold those, raising thousands of dollars for Congo, Sudan, and Palestine solidarity efforts.

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Yana the Artist, an incredibly talented musician and TikTok influencer, wrote, produced, and published a song to TikTok's music library. Yana promoted the song on TikTok and IG letting folks know that she'd donate the proceeds to Friends of the Congo. She wound up raising over $40,000 for frontline organizers in Congo by combining her love for making music with TikTok resources! Incredible!

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[xeansicemane]

I got inspired by this post to finally mock up the inside of WarlockXeans' ship. Warning, Long Post is Long

Little bit of OC history! Xeans uses a retrofitted FOTC Hawk as their personal ship, they picked it up in the wake of the Red War and spent a few weeks putting it back together in the hanger after everything had been secured and quieted down. Ever since they've been salvaging furnishings from wherever strikes their fancy.

(Image from Bungie's concept art)

Specs list it as 28.35 m x 20.12 m x 10.06 m (L x W x H) so I fudged my numbers a little to assume the pressure hull was 18 x 10 x 9.

I decided a fun way to do this would be to start with the floorplan of a working Redjack carrier, so I spun up Inkarnate and got to work, ending up with this

The fundamental concept is a pretty cramped robot carrier - everything in the center is Redjack rack, there are a handful of jump seats for engineers, a basic work bench, and some replacement rifles. Most of the time I imagine this was crewed by two people. Utilitarian, very much a battle bus.

After a few years of collecting and fitting it out for occasional guests (they're one of the heads of their clan they took it on themselves to have what amounts to an RV - a nice little place to relax in the field for smaller fireteams). They ended up with the current iteration of the Farfarer

Going to start from the entry and move up.

Immediately inside the airlock is the living space and stairs to the upper level. They repurposed the jump seats (with the addition of some extra padding) as chairs across from a screen they found in tact in an old CB facility. The original work bench was kept in place but put against the forward bulkhead, so they or a friend could work on something while staying in the social space. The entry closet is a general cargo space with a few coat racks (shoes are encouraged to go in the space under the stairs) so people don't just dump whatever they're carrying on the seats. The plastone dining table seats three and was found in a small executive suite in the EDZ. The Sentient Gun Terrarium is self explanatory, Xeans constantly felt like Omar needed some time out with some enrichment.

The rear of the lower deck is dominated by everything that needs water cycling. The rear avionics bay is still accessible by removable panels, but it was walled off for looks. The restroom is fully kitted out including a washing machine (which isn't strictly needed given the abilities a guardian has access to, but Xeans insists that washing hadronic weave helps the texture), but it is extremely cramped. The kitchen is small but fully equipped with a dishwasher tucked under the sink. They keep a lot of ramen ingredients on hand but enjoy trying to find out what's edible when they're out and about. The shelf across from the foot of the stairs is a lot of nicknacks they want to show off, there are a few CB executive mugs (they're solid platinum) and some extremely cool rocks they found.

The flight deck is largely untouched, save for the copilot's station being taken over by a pile of guns, jackets and a few other things that Xeans' ghost Lup made for themselves. They tend to stay rez'd during downtime, and they decided it'd be fun to have somewhere soft to burrow down into.

This is the first room anyone enters on the second deck - it's primarily for storage with a small table, it earned the nickname the copilot's station because any time someone flies with them, Lup refuses to let anyone take their nest apart.

This isn't Xeans' primary workspace - their actual lab is a shared space in the halls that the Raven Seal use - but small personal projects and a portable reference library is always useful. The hive magic circle that takes up most of the space is an attempt to weld hive magic and a miniaturized oracle engine. The project hasn't gone anywhere for years, but it clears their head to play with it every so often.

The bedroom takes up the bulk of the second deck - the furnishings are salvaged from a dozen different places, the sheets and mattress from a hotel in orbit around Io, the desk from an Ishtar collective dorm. The books they keep on the ship change, but tend to be long lends from the libraries, a lot of popular fiction with an increasing amount of Eliksni literature (their grip on the language is still rough but they're getting there) Just like the lower deck, the avionics bay is walled off but still accessible.

The overall goal here was a bit of character building, plus I love laying out fictional spaces.

[corrodedcoughin]

anna, i’m gonna chuck a thought at you and i want you to bear with me because it’s got the silly vibes i think u fucking adore so ✋😳🤚 bear with me!

ok but business time by flight of the conchords (if you haven’t heard it. stop. go listen RN) is exactly the type of song that eddie makes up and serenades to steve when stevie’s cooking dinner for em both- like eddie’s got one legs propped up on the couch, guitar in hand, and alright, it’s not quite adlibbed he’s sorta had the lyrics in his brain for a bit and in the beginning steve is like nodding along with the strumming up until eddie starts singing, “tonight we’re gonna make love- you know how i know? because it’s wednesday. and wednesday night is the night we usually make love,”

and steve is hiding a snort behind his hand, stirring the pot and eddie’s just still going, “then we’re in the bathroom, brushing our teeth… it’s all part of the foreplay, i love foreplay,” and doing The Most in his fuckin performance and steve is got that fond exasperation as he tries not to giggle at his boyfriends antics cos eddie is singing this just like a gooey love song despite his lyrics “then you sort out the recycling… that isn’t part of the foreplay process but it’s still very important,” and he gets as far as “i remove my clothes very very clumsily, tripping sensually over my pants” before steve is like jesus CHRIST shut up, grinning and all, and eddie pours because he doesn’t even get to the do the chorus a second time around :((

RUBY!!!! RUBY !!!!!! I !!!! FOTC!!!! YOU ARE A GODSEND!!!!!

LISTEN LISTEN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY EDWARD MUNSON TO A T!!!! I CAN SEE HIM!!! GOD business socks but also Boom?? can we just imagine for a second

'oh my god, she's so hot, she's so flipping hot she's like a curry. i want to tell her how hot she is but she'll think I'm being sexist. She's so hot she's making me sexist. bitch!' and it's jut a straight narration of everything STEVE is doing PLEASE!!! Steve doing the most MUNDANE thing and Eddie is in the back like 'you like boom and i like boom' and he just gets SO INTO his own thing and ends up losing track with it all and straight up vibing and Steve just looking on like 'hey I thought this was abt me????'

WAIT BUT THIS TOO!! Eddie trying to romance Steve before they get together and trying not to be obvious about it so he comes up with this full song when he's at a party Robin throws. He's trialing the song out with corroded coffin and they KNOW they all KNOW who he's talking about but trying to play his feelings down and its 'the most beautiful girl in the room'

LIKE??? PLEASE imagine cringe fail antibiotic resistant slay bbg eddie singing this to his friends

'you're so beautiful you could be a waitress! you could be a part time model in the 60s' and it just goes on to be an imagined retelling of the most BORING night

'i can't believe that I'm sharing a kebab with the most beautiful girl i have ever seen with a kebab. why don't we leave? let's go to your house and we can feel each other up on the couch' and its SO BAD and he is just SO INTO IT and revealing things about himself like

'ooh, you're like one of those girls I've definitely been chatting to in the chat rooms wild slut angel 22 at yahoo, you're so beautiful like a tree!'

and it ends with 'oooh you're spending part of your time modeling and part of your time next to ME eh hee eh hee!!!'

and he's out of breath and closed eyes and stares at cc after like 'so, what do you guys think :D' and the cc boys are just staring at him like oh! oh um yeah! sure!

And Jeff is the only brave one of the group so looks Eddie dead in the eye and says 'it’s shit. But i think Steve would like it' And Eddie the wet fish that he is throws himself on the floor and mumbles 'he can't ever know' and Gareth just pats him on the head 'terrible song dude’

[izzy-b-hands]

Got my t shot done just before my shower

but only by imagining fotc singing a silly song abt it while i did it and is it cringe? mayhaps

but the shot is done and i was smiling by the end of it vs freaking out over how much was tracking back out (bc at least a little almost always does and my doc SAID it was normal and fine but T is a precious thing for me especially rn as i start to navigate new docs/clinics/etc so losing any of it makes me wanna weep. I'm still plunging out any leftover in my syringes after shots into the current vial im using to try and save on it too lmao)

[londonspirit]

Still not over this... imagine my face when I realized what I was listening to from one of my oldest fandoms!!! Please enjoy the madness that is these two trying to keep a straight face while crooning some FOTC lyrics to a very delighted audience!!!

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Jemaine (FOTC) Would Include...

Thank you everyone who flooded my ask box for FOTC imagines I love it also this gif PHEW I keep re-watching Sugalumps on loop. Also I’m sorry this is so short, I need to get used to writing for this show!

If you enjoy, please let me know by commenting! <3

(I do not own Flight of the Conchords or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @flipyeahjemaineandbret.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

You first met Jemaine at one of his concerts, down in the basement of a dingy bar in the suburbs of New York city. Standing awkwardly next to a strange woman who seems to be the only person there, flailing her arms around and almost hitting a bemused man in a lime green suit bopping silently on the spot next to her, you kept on catching Jemaine’s eye. Mel nearly thwacks you in the face as well, but when she finally realises that it’s Jemaine’s cheeks that are turning a tinted peach and not Bret’s, she backs off a tad. After the show ends to a round of stilted applause, he hands his bass to Bret and jumps down off the stage. Sliding over to the bar next to you, he can barely meet your eye this time as he offers to buy you a sparkling water.

After a couple of hours of sitting on the bar stools next to each other and talking about the weather, his band, your favourite brand of cereal and whether you like to make blanket forts, Jemaine fumbles to a stand and asks if you’ll walk him back to his apartment. Even though the sheets of rain are absolutely drenching the two of you as you wander out, the two of you kick happily through the diamond crusted puddles as he tries to keep pace next to you. In the end, he finally builds up the courage to shrug off his leather jacket and hold it over your head and shelter you from the downpour - his glasses become fogged up with how much he’s being pelted, but the casual, calm, warm smile that seems to light up his face like rising rays of sunlight melt your heart and let’s you know its okay to snuggle up next to him.

Then he kind of just... hangs around the same bar every afternoon for a couple of weeks in the hope of bumping into you again. When he finally passes you on the sidewalk in a chance encounter he passes down to fate, he stumbles so nervously on every syllable as he asks you ‘would you maybe want to go catch a movie with me in town or something.’ And everything sort of just takes off from there.

When he tells Murray that he has a girlfriend during the next band meeting, he 100% thinks he’s having him on. It’s only when he knocks on the apartment door a month later, head dipped and misty eyed because his wife has left him again, that he finally stops shaking his head every time Jemaine mentions his S/O when you answer the door and invite him in with a massive hug.

After that he pretty much becomes your number one fan, and makes it his first point of call to ask in meetings how you’re doing and if Jemaine is remembering to look after you.

Every morning is spent sitting around Bret and Jemaine’s circular, rocky dining table. Two bowls of cereal sitting in front of you, Jemaine switches between holding your hand, fingers intertwined between his on the table top, and using said hand to feed you cereal with a soft smirk.

Look I’m getting really emotional he’s just FINALLY so over the moon and overjoyed that he’s finally found someone who appreciates a good bowl of cereal as much as he does. He knows that he’s quite a stoic person - someone who doesn’t easily present his emotions to others, but he wants more than anything to show how devoted he is to this, to you. So he feeds you cereal, and he hopes that between this action you can read how much he’s saying he trusts you - he loves, loves, loves you.

He’s quite ticklish, so he always feels like his day is off to a fresh, good start when you turn over from your sleep to find Jemaine’s nose bumping against your cheek. He’s still fast asleep, mouth open wide and forehead furrowed in intense crinkles when you reach down and tickle his sides, but this serenity is quickly replaced with another, more intense kind when he laughs against your mouth. It’s his favourite time of the day - 1) he gets to spend all night cuddled up against your side like a ‘koala backpack’ as he likes to call it, and 2) he can wake up to joy and glee every day with one of the most important people in the world to him.

I mean, of course you now try to go to every concert you can as well!! Even during the library gigs, it’s usually now Mel sitting up near the front while you and Murray walk in and grab a table to yourselves. You share biscuits, Murray grinning brightly the whole time at the crowd numbers going up by a third, while you just blow kisses and chuckle up at Jermaine, trying to make him smile while he plucks away.

He ends with a little surprise, Bret’s shocked expression alerting you to the fact that even he was unaware of its happening. He finishes off by performing a sixteen minute songs he’s spent all night sitting up in bed writing - just a long list of all the things he loves about you, and all the fuzzy, ‘butterfly exploding in your tummy’ kind of feelings that you’ve given him for the first time in his life. When it’s over, and you run over to the stage to meet him, you’re both too overwhelmed to say anything so he just automatically (and slightly mechanically) leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek. When he finally stops hovering near your face and stands back up again, he has a smile so bright on his face that disco lights seem to be shining out in a multitude of fragmented rainbows through his glasses’ lens, all thanks to you.

Even though he has basically absolutely no money, he does like to try and treat you from time to time (on Dave’s orders. Thanks Dave, you’re a legend.) Usually this comes as him taking you out on a Saturday night for a kebab, where he spends the whole time letting you eat most of his share and staring intently and quite earnestly on the other side of the booth. He has the most chilled look on his face, his eyes never leaving yours as he seems to hang onto every word you say as if you were explaining the laws of the universe to him.

You usually have to come up behind him each morning and slip his glasses back onto the dip of his nose, because he left them behind on the edge of the sink again. He always thanks you by grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss against the back of your hand with a shy ‘thank you’.

Getting to be co-director with Murray and help direct some of their music videos!! The funniest set to help on was ‘Robots’, though, mainly because every time you would stroll up to help straighten your boyfriend’s helmet between takes, he uses it as an excuse to reach out and chase you with kisses. He nearly destroys his whole costume, since he spends most of the time reaching out with his lips through the head and tripping over quite a number of trash cans as he chases your giggling form down the alleyways. 

It takes Bret quite a while to get used to your presence, but once he does, you become like another family member to him. Often times Jemaine has come home from the markets to find Bret flopped down on the sofa, head resting on your knees as he animatedly counts on his fingers all the reasons why ginger nuts are his favourite biscuits.

You steal his clothes quite a lot - especially that favourite denim jacket of his, laughing at how shocked but slightly turned on he looks when you wear them out to dinner with him. They just smell of pine, soap, cereal crumbs and spiced apple, that they’re wonderful to wrap around yourself while Jemaine wraps his own arms around your waist. 

Please, please teach this man how to use chopsticks. It may take a few goes, and a lot of you shuffling your chair next to his and leaning over to guide his fingers within your own, but he listens and learns from you so intently that he will master it after a while. (He may pretend to drop his dumplings from time to time, though, just because he’s too nervous to admit that he enjoys the feeling of you pressed against his back and your arms comforting him as they lean around his chest. Man is a secret massive little spoon I don’t make the rules.)

Sometimes Bret will start groaning in the early morning, that period when the streets are just starting to bustle with an electric hum and the internet cafe’s are beginning to light the pavement cracks with their neon lights once again. He throws his pillow out at the two of you, because you keep waking him up with how loudly you’re giggling while you play leg footsie in bed. The rest of the morning, when Bret finally leaves to go hang out and bake a cake with Dave, the two of you feel safe and comfortable enough with each other to just move over to the couch. You sit on his lap, tucked under his chin, and the two of you just have another sleep for an hour or two.

One time you complimented his casserole, and my man rode on that compliment all day as if he was flying above the clouds on bird’s wings.

But other times, as soon as you walk in the door Jemaine will just crumple like an origami doll into your chest and grip, crying onto your shoulder as you rub the broad expanse of his back because Bret had said something mean to him. 

You come to the band meetings quite a lot, often just to share around the sandwiches you’ve made for them all and to share an inside joke or two with Murray, much to Jemaine’s dismay. Even he comments, when he meets up with Jemaine and Bret later for an evening walk down by the waterside, that Jemaine keeps on looking over at you with an almost smile on his face.

It’s the most love struck he ever has, and ever will see him.

[robbinggoodfellows]

If I didn't like ride the cyclone and someone played Space Age Bachelor Man for me and told me it was a Flight Of The Conchords song I probably wouldn't think twice about it.

[bibelots]

so I’m rewatching fotc with my parents and we had the realisation the other night that in one of the band meetings (maybe others too??) Murray is wearing two watches???

If it’s anything like the different world clocks I imagine he has one set to NY and one to NZ time????? maybe it was on purpose, maybe not

anyways it prompted this

[kronosa113]

It wasn't until I was ~10 when I found out who David Bowie was and that was only because of Jemaine's (excellent) impression of him in fotc. So, reading this description, I'm just imagining the various Jemaine Bowies stacked together.

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

[thedistantstorm]

Keep On Rising (Until The Sky Knows Your Name) 07

Found Family | Zavala is Tower Dad | Father-Daughter Relationship | Childhood Trauma and Recovery | Canon-Typical Violence | Amputation

A story about how an orphaned Amanda Holliday comes to belong in the Last Safe City and the family she finds along the way.

(Or, the story of how Commander Zavala finds himself responsible for one Amanda Holliday.)

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

This time: Fallen. Bet you never saw that coming.

-/

When he arrives back to Command - after having just arrived home - the entirety of control is bustling. Chaotic. There are alarms going off in the background - not the big alarms, but the ones that signal an attack within the City.  He strides in with purpose, his Ghost transmatting another tablet into his hands already loaded up with what he needs to know, linking him into the comms.

He does not need a briefing, his Ghost has informed him of everything they know so far. Fallen insurgents in a residential district, playing merry hell with the civilians. It made him furious, but he restrains himself. Evenly, he asks, “Do we have a fireteam on the ground?”

“Yes,” Ikora answers, from the other side of the table. “They’re on the scene. It’s a firestorm. An entire neighborhood is up in flames.”

From behind her, a tech reports, “Second team is en route, and medical crews are on standby.”

“Casualties?”

“None reported, but they won’t know until after we put out the fires.” The tech looks sheepish. “The… my visuals would suggest we’ll have several. I’ll keep you updated.”

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Cayde-6 is saying to Ikora. “They got into the residential districts how?” He taps his metal chin a few times, brow-plates furrowing, then jumps back, excited. “The sewers!” He exclaims.

"What?"

"That's how they got in!" He motions with a hand to gather his team to his end of the table. They lean in. "The runoff pipes were on your last budget-thingy," He looks at Zavala, "But we nixed it because FWC and New Monarchy wanted more money for that weapons agreement and Dead Orbit doesn't care because they figure the City is doomed anyway."

Ikora and Zavala trade glances.

"That is…" Zavala begins.

Ikora shakes her head.

"What?" Cayde gestures flamboyantly. "What?!"

"We never thought we'd see the day that you actually retained what happened in a Consensus meeting," Ikora quips. She turns her attention to a tech who hands her a report.

"Good work, Cayde," Zavala rumbles, almost impressed. Cayde would say he is very impressed, just too busy to show it. He'll ask for the praise again, later. The Commander has already started talking to the fireteam on the ground. 

It ends up being an all night affair. Takes six hours to put the fires out - literally - and then there’s all the red tape and trying to account for survivors, dead, and wounded. There’s only a handful of casualties, despite everything, and most of the wounded have smoke inhalation injuries. The critical injuries were thankfully minimal and all parties were taken for treatment. All in all, with the Fallen on the surface contained and Cayde organizing routes for strike teams to destroy any lingering threats below, it’s a night well spent.

This will not happen again. Zavala doesn’t give a damn about what the factions want. City infrastructure will not remain compromised on his watch. He certainly doesn’t feel good about it, these catastrophes happened, it was part of the job. But, they highlighted weak spots in their defenses, in their priorities and allowed them to rectify them before it becomes a large scale assault. 

He’s already thinking about what kind of defenses could be placed in the sewers when he leaves. Teams down there would be too costly, but cameras would likely be alright with some sort of passive weapon system. Maybe turrets would be wise.

“Zavala.”

The sound of the Speaker’s voice at the top of the stairs gives him pause. His familiar mask is impassive, a welcome sight. The Commander jogs up to meet the wise Warlock. He’s almost about to ask what the other man needs when he sees why the Speaker sought him out in the first place.

A familiar face is beside him, eyes red from crying. His stomach drops.

“She would like you to go with her,” The Speaker intones carefully. He dips his head, removing his arm from around the woman’s shoulder. “Assuming you have everything in order?”

“Yes, everything is in hand.” He looks to the matron. “What happened? Is everything alright?” 

The woman attempts to compose herself, but the Speaker puts an arm around her shoulders and hands her a handkerchief. “The situation last night,” He answers, instead. The woman sags against him, accepting the brief comfort. “One of her charges was injured. I believe you know her?”

The Commanders eyes flutter. “What?” He asks, almost in disbelief. His voice sounds hoarse to his own ears.

“She’d been telling them for months,” The woman murmurs, muffled by the Speaker’s robe. “They told her she was imagining things.” 

The Speaker sighs. “The damage is done,” He says, as kindly as he can. “All we can do is try to prevent it from happening again.” Still, he looks at Zavala, and though the Commander can’t see his eyes, he can feel the scrutiny.

It doesn’t matter, in that moment. Zavala asks, “Where is she? Is she alright?”

Karena shakes her head. “I don’t - they took her into surgery right away, but…” She wrings her hands. “They said they wouldn’t know right away. I have to go talk to the foster family. They’ve been treated and released. I-”

“Go with her,” The Speaker instructs. Whether he’s gleaned the specifics of the situation from whatever else Karena has said to him earlier remains to be seen, but Zavala doesn’t question it now. “I’ll check in with you later.”

Zavala can only nod.

-/

For a woman who had been sobbing moments earlier, Karena composes herself quickly. By the time they enter the Tower’s medical facility, it doesn’t even look like she’s shed a tear. Her dark eyes are firm, unyielding. A bit intimidating, even. She straightens her back and her shoulders level. Not for the first time, Zavala finds himself impressed with her.

They find the family in one of the large waiting rooms, two FOTC guards standing nearby. They’re not detailing the trio, who is clothed in sooty pajamas, but the three of them sit quietly in the full waiting room as though they’re being tried for a crime. The mother is curled in on herself, her husband’s are around her, holding her close. Nearby, a children’s program plays on the screen, but the child does not pay any attention to it, his gaze trained on the sterilized floor.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Karena says quietly, drawing their attention.

As expected, they don’t look to the matron. Their eyes are trained on the Commander. He looks to Karena. “Don’t mind me,” He says, softly.

“Momma,” The boy says softly, “Are we in trouble?”

Karena shakes her head. “No, sweetheart,” She says softly. “You’re all free to go. I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.”

The parents nod. Quietly, Mrs Baumsol says, “I didn’t think - she said she knew how to hide, and we never would have been able to-”

Her husband puts a hand over hers, clasped together in her lap. “We take full responsibility. We should have taken her concerns seriously. We just - we knew there would be difficulties adjusting. We just figured she wanted attention. We’ve never had something like this happen before.”

“You won’t get her back,” Karena tells them. “I realize it was an honest mistake, but, after this, she’ll never feel safe with you. To be transparent,” She sighs. “I don’t believe I would recommend you to foster another child.”

Mr Baumsol dips his head in a solemn nod. “We understand. We just pray she pulls through.” At that, his wife begins sobbing with renewed vigor.

Zavala’s eyes meet Karena’s, bright and alarmed. “What-” He closes his eyes. “What happened?”

The husband and wife have a wordless conversation, the wife tipping her head, indicating for her husband and son to leave her with the other two. The boy looks fearfully at his mother, but she gives him a brave smile and nods.

“We were trying to find a place to hide. My husband had gone to get our gun from the safe in our bedroom,” She wipes her eyes and nose, coughing a bit from obvious smoke inhalation. “There wasn’t-” She sighs. “There wasn’t enough room in the crawlspace for the three of us, and Benji - my son - wouldn’t let go. He wouldn’t be quiet, he was terrified and they found us...” She blinks through more tears and looks up at the both of them, seeming terribly small in her seat. “Amanda - I don’t even know where she got it - she threw something at them. An improvised incendiary, whatever it was, it blew up in the thing's face. It was a big one, I think the Guardians called it a Captain?” Zavala nods. “It grabbed her. I ran. There was no way if that thing got to either of us that we’d be able to escape.” Her brows knit together as her lip trembles. “I-I know that’s selfish, but I never would have been able to beat them and I wanted our son to live.” 

Zavala looks down and away, his irises reduced to a dull glow. “I’m sorry,” He says with great sincerity, his personal feelings brushed aside. “What you went through must have been horrifying. We have teams working to secure the district, and I promise you we will do everything possible to prevent it from happening again and to help you and your family rebuild.” 

The woman nods. “I just feel so guilty,” She clenches her fists. “We should have listened-”

“It cannot be undone,” Karena interjects, coolly, the Speaker’s earlier words reiterated with a sharp edge. “Amanda is a very special child. I told you that when you took her in. Her experiences are unique.”

“We know.”

Zavala asks in his most soothing voice, “Do you know which Guardians brought her in?”

“I don’t,” Mrs Baumsol bites her lip, endlessly shaking her head. “They med-evacced her right away, we never even saw her. All the doctors have told me is that they were trying to save her leg, but since you’re here now,” She looks to Karena, “They won’t talk to us at all.”

It clearly takes a lot of Karena’s willpower not to yell at the woman, but she remains composed, though her hands remain clasped behind her back to prevent anyone from seeing them shake. The moment the Baumsol family leaves, she’s pacing in front of the wide, blue-tinted windows that look out over part of the Tower and the City below.

“I never should have recommended them. I should have known.”

“You had no way of knowing this situation would come up.”

“It’s not this situation, Commander.” Karena turns back from the window. “I should have known they wouldn’t have listened to her. Everything was white-picket fences and happy-go-lucky. I should have known they would have crumbled under pressure.”

“These are extenuating circumstances,” Zavala urges her. “And I… did agree with your selection as well. Allow me to at least shoulder some of the blame.”

Karena sighs. “I don’t think blaming you would make me feel any better, Commander.” She pats him on the shoulder, mindful of his armor. “I’m going to get some tea. It’s going to be a long day. Would you like anything?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll wait here in case one of the doctors come out with an update.” Once she departs, his Ghost flickers into view, hovering in close. He’s taken a seat on one of the benches, his head in his hands. He’s exhausted, but not in a way that suggests he’d be able to sleep if he tried.

“It’ll be alright, Zavala,” The little bot tells him in a soft whisper. “She’s a tough one.”

“I don’t,” He closes his eyes, not knowing how to proceed and the Ghost makes a chirring sound, a synthetic tone of both endearment and comfort. Without words, he asks her: What am I supposed to do?

The Ghost looks around, doing a quick scan for anyone who might see them, then brushes her fins against the worry-lines marring his forehead in a rare moment of physical affection. Now isn’t the time for what she thinks on the subject. Calmly, apologetically, she tells him aloud, “For now, all we can do is wait.”

[arishamod]

Arisha’s 3rd Fan Meeting Experience

ARISHAMOD FINALLY SEES KOMIYA ARISA IN PERSON

As many of you have seen from my updates, I finally had the chance to see Arisha live at her Fan Meeting, which happened on 16 July 2017. Here is a small report of what I could remember and my spaghetti on everything that happened!

More under the cut~

(Warning a lot of spaghetti/random fanboying happened while I was typing out this post...)

Day 1 & 2

Let’s start with the trip~ I flew from Singapore to Japan on a 7 hours Singapore Airlines Flight. Rather enjoyable flight since it was SIA and I was with my Dia neso : >.

On day 2 I did a little shopping in Akiba on the second day, buying UOs and Mari nesos for the SG squad :3 Kinda regretted after someone showed me how easy it was to get them from crane games... But meh I’m not paying for most of the nesos anyway :3

Arisha 3rd Fan Meet

I woke up and saw a tweet about fans queuing at at 7am and i knew i wont be able to secure Arisha Merchandise ):. So i went out with the rest who were in Tokyo on that day at Akiba. We went around looking at merchandise at Kbooks.

After having lunch, Fotc, Nozoheh and Astrobunny (from the /r/ll discord) went to the Sega cafe while i went back to my hotel first since i have forgotten my money that i left aside for the merchandise in my hotel (and since the venue was really nearby too). I went down to the venue early at 4pm for the sales of the goods and it was crowded AF. 

Flower stands:

Here are the merchandise i managed to grab:

I didn’t manage to grab the Happi and mini photo book TT (WHICH IMO WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES WTF WHY DIDN’T I QUEUE EARLIER GREATEST REGRET WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARISHAMOD?!)

I waited a while for Fotc (who was my plus 1) and we went in together and i was really, REALLY EXCITED. THE KIND OF EXCITEMENT WHICH MAKES YOU WANT TO THROW (or maybe it was just me being super nervous meeting my #1 favourite). Once the lights deemed and Arisha started announcing her fan meeting was about to begin, everyone went crazy!

When she came on stage, my heart skipped so many beats x.x SHE WAS IN A PINK DRESS AND HAD BRAIDS THAT ENDED IN TWINTAILS OMGOSH! She immediately started singing “Natsu Matsuri” ( 夏祭り ) and we started going along with the chants and waving our Kingblades. Some of them even broke UOs the moment she came out (which i regret not bringing TT) Her voice was so good omgosh and the song was sang really well.

She then ended the song and introduced the MC for the day, Maeda-san. He was pretty good, since he was able to lead the conversation and did everything a MC did. They chatted a little, welcomed everyone and moved on to the second song.

(This is how Maeda-san looked like btw)

Holy sheets the second song! I saw it from the song lists that were leaked from tweets from the first session and already knew what it was. I changed my Kingblade to yellow and followed the calls to “Busters Ready Go!”. It really brought back memories and Arisha's take on the song was so good! Not biased at all! She sang it with some rock in her voice and the chances of that is so rare outside of her fan meets. It was really enjoyable!

Next was sailor moon's " Moonlight Densetsu ". This song really brought about the 90′s vibes LOL. Now that I am thinking about it, the two songs were significant since she mentioned that she started dancing and performing by pursuing two of her favorite shows, the sentai series and sailor moon series. I didn’t know the calls to this song very well (since i never saw it when i was young as my mom never let me near it and the song came out before I was born ) but i knew some of it while researching on Arisha. After that they had a skit segment for Arisha (sad face coz no Q&A). She was to pick out from 4 boxes and perform a small skit based on it. (Imagine the skit segments in Aqours’ Niconama). First box was the theme, second box was the location, the third box was the person, and the last box was what she was doing. There were funny scenes like -Preparing for dance with a male partner while eating leftover food. (She perform the skit where she was dancing and eating at the same time and it was hilarious) -Eating an entire cake at a hospital and getting caught by her Senpai (i forgot the name of the senpai... sorry!)  I either couldn’t remember the rest or i was not able to catch what they were saying. (Sorry im still not great at listening to japanese especially when they were sometimes talking at super speeds for the segment) The segment was fun because she was showing off her acting skills omgosh i almost fainted x.x After that she performed “Seikan Hikou”( 星間飛行 ). I recognised it from Macross but didn’t really know the calls, but it was a pretty fun song to wota to ^^. Once again her voice is really good omgosh the highs (even though her lows are much nicer :x)

She then performed "Platinum”.( プラチナ ). Cardcaptor Sakura! This feels so much like my age group :x (thinking of it we are pretty close in age maybe we can get married)

After the songs there was a present chuusen. Basically it is like a lucky draw where they gave out signed version of her merchandise. She would pull out a number and if it matched your ticket number you can redeem it after the show. 

The highlight of this portion was Arisha encouraging people to shout "YAY" if they got it. (Imagine the same yay she did at Kanshasai Gu~rinpa segment). Someone went "YATTA" and the MC, Maeda-san told him it was YAY and everyone laughed when he was asked to YAY instead LOL. After that she perform her "last" song, “Touch” (タッチ)  and ended the performance. But those in the second session knew about the song list anyway so we chanted for an encore. 

She came back for an encore!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. She was in this skirt and her Arisha Happi over her shirt (im sure this picture came from the 1st session though cause her hair...)

The last two songs she performed was still the most lit. “ Cruel Angel's Thesis”   (残酷な天使のテーゼ ) from Evangelion was so hyped and her voice was so amazing! She did her own version though :x

The last song she did was “Lion” (ライオン)   and omgosh even though her voice waver at some parts, her take on the song and her energy while singing it was soooooo good. The best way to end it off! After that we had post encore MC and she ended it off with group photo taking. She took pictures with 3 different part of the crowd. Each separated by pillars at the venue. She really is the dorky Arisha that I love cause she keeps YAYYYYY-ing with all of us 

Some random thoughts from the fan meet:

-i was kinda salty cause the venue was an open area except for this three pillars in the middle that blocked the view of those at the back. I was one of the few that had moments where i could not see Arisha TT -The site did mention that there was a female sitting area and males were in the standing area.  There were seats on the second floor that were exclusively female only. When Arisha point or waved at the center portion of the crowd you could actually hear them fangirling from the second level. Arisha talked about the girl only area and then they started to fangirl again. The funny thing is that the guys on the first floor felt left out were imitating them and screaming in high pitch voices together with the girls. The MC picked up on it everyone laughed about it.

-Someone collapsed or something happened to them (it was on the other side of the venue so i couldn’t see what happened) during the skit segment and they handled it so professionally, letting the staff take over, taking the opportunity to remind everyone to stay hydrated cause of the weather, and continued on. -When we were taking photos at the end, Arisha took a photo with each section of the crowd from the stage. At the start everyone was cheering for Maeda-san to join them. He reluctantly accepted and Arisha proposed that they take a picture without him, and one together with him. At one point of time after taking a group picture with the center audience, everyone was shouting for Maeda-san to come in and were patronising him. Arisha stood up and reminded everyone that this was her event not Maeda's and everyone laughed. She got jealous in my opinion omgosh so cute

And yeah that is the end of whatever the hell i could remember from the event! (well... I blanked out a lot cause I couldn’t believe Arisha was in front and her beauty and her voice and ane’fglkasdpgd)

[kankan-mikan]

Hi, do you know where to acquire high quality imported mikan in SoCal?

This has been sitting in my askbox forever….but some time ago I asked this question to someone on a chat server, so here’s his reply. I’ve kept it verbatim to keep everything he wanted to say:

“Mikan in Socal? Try Torrance? The Mitsuwa market, probably. They’ve got a sizable Japanese population and many of the comforts of Japan that you wouldn’t imagine popping up in the ‘States. And it’s not a tourist trap, so it’s mostly heritage stuff.” – fotc

[lacefuneral]

i had just watched a let's play of "The Return of Obra Dinn" (don't do that btw. play the game) - which is a time-traveling murder mystery about an early 1800s merchant ship. it got me into the Pirating Spirit. i'd also just gotten dumped by my first boyfriend, at age 26, and was grieving pretty heavily

i vaguely remembered Rhys Darby from watching FOTC back when i was 11, and i knew Taika from the WWDITS movie (I hadn't seen anything else he was in.) I was more aquainted with Kristian Nairn and Joel Fry actually, from their appearances in Game of Thrones

and then my friend was like "there's a gay pirate show" and I marched myself over to it. watched it all in one night about two days after the finalé aired, not really knowing what to expect.

and then i immediately went on tumblr. changed my blog title to "pirate propaganda" and started posting about the show as much as i could. not just because of hyperfixation but because i was terrified it was going to go unnoticed outside of a small, niche community (i'd been in MANY small fandoms before, including for shows that had been prematurely cancelled)

i'm not really a fanart person so i went for shitposts, meta, and some video edits. mostly i just kept asking my followers to watch it and support it. and i got the fun experience of watching the fandom gradually grow until it suddenly EXPLODED

as you can imagine, i am ECSTATIC about the renewal!!! i love y'all 😭❤️

what made y’all watch the show anyway? I’d seen a few tweets but didn’t actually watch it until a youtube video got recommended to me about the show. the channel (james somerton) reviews gay stuff so I was like….. suddenly I care about pirates

(I still googled it to make reeeally sure, then I assumed the whole “opposite of queerbait” only referred to lucius and jim)

[wasabipoptart]

Both: slow burn for Stede but arson fire for Ed

Antoinette because Kristen Schaal is a fucking goddess

I think it would be fun if Stede got a beard in S2 as long as it didn't look too much like Murray's in FOTC. Also like Ed as Nobeard because his face is too pretty to cover up.

Wee John's rag doll

Alive but can't imagine what fuckery is going to accomplish that

Nana!

Black Pete

"Perfect Day" but for reasons that had nothing to do with the show (I had that song on auto repeat for like five hours when my cat Oscar died and haven't been able to listen to it since)

Ed's sparkly pink nail polish

Short man syndrome--not fixable

"Avalance" again for reasons not related to the show but it was a perfect choice

Spanish Jackie's wooden hand

Nah, he was just saving face/buying time

Stede, without having set foot in an actual gay bar, opens a gay bar called The Revenge; Ed and Izzy are bikers who wander in one day; Ed is delighted and Izzy is disgusted

Fang gets a puppy

"You do a little dance...not a good dancer..."

Ed says "Yummy" to describes the sensual experience of quality soap, not the flavor

"He doesn't kiss! Nobody likes him!"

"Man for sale! Come and see this fabulous booty I'm hawking!"

How there's a full moon every night so we have no idea how much time has actually elapsed

OFMD Ask Game

Reblog to invite others to ask you these questions, or just take initiative and answer them anyways. Anyone who sees this is welcome to play as long as they respect others' opinions, no tagging required.

Ed x Stede: a slow burn or an arson fire?

Favorite antagonist?

Thoughts on Ed and Stede's new looks?

What’s your favorite inanimate object?

Lucius: Alive or dead? Any thoughts on why/how?

Favorite side character?

Who had the best response to being interviewed by Chauncey?

What moment emotionally fucked you up the most?

Favorite anachronism?

What the fuck is Izzy’s problem? Is it/should it be fixable?

Favorite song choice?

Pick one: Spanish Jackie’s wooden hand, Lucius’ whittled finger, Black Pete’s cleft lip and lisp, or Ed’s knee brace

Did Ed really plan to murder Stede when he told Izzy the plan?

Favorite AU idea?

What’s your number one wish for season 2 (besides happening at all or couples being reunited)?

What’s your favorite gag/joke?

Does Ed eat soap or just use “yummy” to describe scents?

Favorite line or delivery?

What’s the gayest moment that had nothing to do with sex/innuendo or romance?

Favorite plot hole?