#funny caring loves pac and willing to fuck someone up if needed what else do you need in a guy

[chayannesegg]

okay rewatching the creation lore and it's SO sweet the way mike (and mine!) are consistent in advocating for richas during the whole thing: telling people off for pressuring him for answers he doesn't have, trying to keep blame off of him given the impossible situation he's been put in (obviously he'd never have killed his tio tubbo if he knew this would happen! it was meant to be a bet), attempting to take the brunt of sunny's anger. it was such a tense situation and he does a great job navigating it on behalf of richas

he's also still very kind with sunny (esp once he realizes how upset she is, bar a few mistimed jokes) trying to focus on bringing back her dad, while firmly protecting richas and it's just so good!! he's so good!! even with his relationship with sunny being NOT good! she's been antagonistic with him for days, and now he's defending the person she sees as directly responsible for her dad being gone, but he still tries even if sunny is not able to recognize it (bc he's the adult and she's hurting so much)

i'm just so glad richas had mike with him for that conversation. it would have been so much harder for him if someone wasn't there firmly on his side, defending him and his feelings

he comes across so independent and brazen-faced most of the time, but he's just a little boy put in an impossible position.

told he's accidentally really killed his tio; told he's holding the piece that's keeping him from returning; told he's ranked 7th in tubbo's hierachy and disposable in the face of other eggs; watching chayanne and sunny get increasingly annoyed with him (and threatening him!)

who is going to care what he thinks, what he feels, about how he's expressing his hurt?? well, his pai ofc and it's so lucky he was there with him

[laylacooke]

Secrets Don’t Make Friends || Ariana & Layla

timing: Tuesday night (6/16) after Layla Hypnotize’s herself. parties: @letsbenditlikebennett & @laylacooke summary: Just a girls night out. NBD.

While it was becoming more and more apparent to people that there was something different about Layla, she had been trying to keep it from Ariana. She did promise her, after all, that she wouldn’t experiment with the fidget spinner, and Ari knowing what Layla had done would mean someone trying to take her freedom away. Instead, she decided a nice girl’s night out was the answer and invited her best friend to Quarter to play some games. Leaning against the door waiting, Layla flirted with a nearby guy who had been waiting for someone as well. However, when she saw Ariana, she stood up, put on a smile, and walked over to her friend, “Hey, I was wondering where you were. You ready for Girl’s Night Out?”

Ariana had no idea what was going on, but she was already sick of it. Ulfric made it sound as if something had happened. Even so, that didn’t justify how she had treated Blanche at all. She tried to keep Ulfric’s advice in mind, but she still had this gut feeling that she’d done something with the fidget spinner. From what she knew of Layla, she could even hurt a fly. Hell, she wouldn’t even eat a cheeseburger or drink a glass of milk. No amount of hurt would drive her to hurt others without reason. She needed to see for herself and try to reason with her. Whatever she was going through, she needed to lean on the people she cared for instead of taking it out on everyone else. She walked into Quarter, leather jacket on and scowl fading when she saw Layla. “Girls night, it is,” she said, looking her over carefully for any sign of something being out of place. She lacked a certain warmth she’d grown used to, but she was acting mostly normal. “Any favorite arcade games? I always love the basketball one since I’m really good at it.”

Since shit had hit the fan with Blanche, and the girl had blabbed to Ariana, Layla knew things were going to be awkward. She could see it in her friend’s face, when she entered the arcade. But it didn’t really phase the teenager. Causing a commotion had been fun, and when she pushed buttons and people pushed back, the redhead felt like she was accomplishing something, “Never been a basketball fan. Not after one of the team members from high school hit on my girlfriend. Was more a Dance, Dance Revolution type girl. Although tonight, I’m really feeling Street Fighter. Maybe we start with basketball and work our way back to some fighting?” The grin on her face was apparent, but there was something different about her eyes. They were almost hollow.

Something was decidedly off and Ariana really wasn’t liking this. She was in a Street Fighter mood? Was that supposed to be some sort of joke? Like punching Blanche and trashing her car hadn’t been enough of a fight for her day? She cocked an eyebrow at Layla, trying to fight off the annoyed look present on her face. Ulfric said she was going through a lot and she believed him, but this wasn’t okay. She was going through a lot, too, and she still had common fucking decency. She let out a huff of air and said, “Let’s go for Dance, Dance Revolution. Think I’d rather skip the Street Fighter. Plus, I think you had enough of that today.” Shit. She hadn’t meant for the pointed comment at the end to come out. 

Layla had been willing to play the game. Be the same weak animal that Ariana knew and loved. Arcade night was something the old Layla had wanted. Something to bond her to the people she felt probably didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. And when the other teenager was down for Dance, Dance Revolution, the redhead was willing to follow; at least until the comment at the end came out, “Huh? What was that, Ariana?” She had known exactly what was said, but she wanted to see what her friend had to say. Cocking her head to the side, she waited patiently for a response arms now crossed over her chest.

Ariana could feel her fists clenching as Layla cocked her head all coyly and asked her to repeat herself as if she didn’t have fucking werewolf hearing. Everything in Ariana was screaming that she had definitely used that fidget spinner. She wasn’t herself at all. She rolled her eyes and repeated, “I said I think you’ve had enough street fighting for one day. Which what the hell anyway? You’re not a violent person. You won’t even eat a damn omelet because chickens or whatever.” 

“That’s what I thought you had said.” Layla’s eyes shifted downwards to Ari’s clenched fists. Letting her gaze move back upwards, a smile remained on her face, “Oh, sweet Ariana. Ulf didn’t tell you, did he? Or Simon. I mean, Clifford, I can understand, because I asked him not to. Simon...Simon just blabbed to Salva. Which, it’s funny, I haven’t seen Daddy Dearest around lately. Might need to go pay him a visit soon, but I digress.” Glancing around, she noticed the arcade had been nearly empty, “Wanna know a secret?” She leaned in and whispered, “I killed somebody.” 

Everything about the way Layla was looking and talked to her just felt wrong. Ariana knew she could probably hear the spike in her heart rate if her clenched fists and red cheeks hadn’t given her away. Then she spoke of Simon and Ulfric not telling her something and the previously stony glare softened. That was why Ulfric told her not to push. She reached out but hesitated and brought her arms back to her sides. “Layla,” she started softly, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Was it--” She stopped herself, not wanting to push too much. Knowing how hard it was still for her to talk about what happened on prom night and remembering the small gift Nell gave her of not making her talk about it. “You don’t have to tell me what happened, but you also don’t need to lash out at people. We’re here for you. We want to support you, it doesn’t have to be like this, Lay.” 

She was thriving off Ariana’s anger, but when she noticed that the girl had changed her demeanor, it confused Layla. Why wasn’t she wanting to fight her? She had killed somebody. Ripped them to shreds. When the fidget spinner had taken her conscience, any and all moral direction had gone out the door, but the look in Ariana’s eyes had angered the werewolf. She didn’t want to feel anything. Were the effects of the device wearing off? Surely not. She had hypnotized herself. That she could recall. But the way Frankie had left her mid conversation, earlier in the day, hadn’t felt good and those feelings were pouring into what was supposed to be an entirely different experience for her and Ariana, “Why aren’t you mad at me, Ariana? I killed a man. I ripped him apart. Limb from limb and listened to him scream and beg and plead for mercy.” Yes, Layla had done those actions, but it was before she had ever used the fidget spinner on herself. She didn’t like this. She just wanted to cause chaos and be what everyone had made her out to be; a monster. And without giving it second thought, she ran her fist through one of the nearby machines.

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as Layla questioned why she wasn’t made at her. Ariana knew it had to be during the full moon. Something must have gone wrong with chaining herself up and she knew it was an accident. She knew how that had to weigh on her. She’d been so concerned with making sure she hurt no one and then to kill someone. Sure, she didn’t like how she was handling this, but it wasn’t something Ariana could relate to either. She’d killed someone who deserved it, who killed Celeste and intended to kill her, and she would do it again, except this time she’d do it before he ever got the chance to hurt Celeste. That didn’t matter right now though, Layla was clearly hurting, and she wondered if maybe she used the fidget spinner to help. “Why would I be mad? You didn’t do it on purpose, right,” she asked, hands fidgeting in front of her, unsure if reaching out would be welcomed, “Look, all we can do is make sure it doesn’t happ--” The sight of Layla’s fist plunging into Pac Man cut her short and she reached for her arm, trying to hold it in place. “I get that you’re upset, but you gotta chill with the property destruction before you get yourself arrested.”

Layla’s breathing was heavy. She was mad. Mad at the world. At her parents. At herself. But it just didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. At least it shouldn’t have, and then she remembered it. The fidget spinner that was lingering just in her pocket. Even in all the destruction she had caused, she didn’t want to be alone, and maybe she didn’t have to be. Jerking her hand away, refusing to listen to her friend, she pulled out the device, “Sorry, but not sorry, Ariana. It’s never fun when you have to play alone.” Holding it up, she flicked the toy with the hopes that she could hypnotize the other wolf, but she had to remember not to watch it herself or all her hard work would be for not.

Every suspicion Ariana had about the fidget spinner was confirmed when she spoke and pulled the fidget spinner out of her pocket. Absolutely the fuck not. She’d just barely avoided herself or Ulfric arrested for murder. She wasn’t about to be under the control of Layla and a damn fidget spinner. Her eyes immediately averted away from the spinner, making sure it didn’t draw her in, and she lunged on Layla, bringing her down to the ground. “I knew it,” she growled, trying to pin the other wolf down and grab the spinner from her hands, “Give me that fucking thing.” 

She kept her eyes clear fighting the urge to look at it, but when Ariana caught on and shoved her to the ground, Layla growled, “No!!!!” Gripping it tightly, while the other wolf tried to pull it from her hands, she fought back, “Let. Go. Ariana!!! This is the only thing I have giving me any fucking reason for still being here!” The words slipped out. Deep down in her heart, the day she did it, Layla was crashing. With the way Frankie had come to see her, and the feeling of never being able to get past killing a man, the fidget spinner had been a last resort, before thinking about other means. Refusing to let go, she gave Ari a good hard shove in hopes that it would get the young wolf off her.

Of course, she couldn’t make this easy. Ariana didn’t want to fight her for it, but it was looking like she’d have to. When Layla said it was the only thing keeping her here, Ariana felt a surge of both heartbreak and anger hitting her. She hated that Layla was going through all of this but running away from what you were feeling was never the answer. Plus, what she was doing was destructive and dangerous to others if Blanche and her car were any evidence. She growled as Layla pushed her off her and immediately lunged again, but missed and hit the pinball machine instead, sending it toppling over. “You think you’re the only one hurting right now? Come on, Layla,” she jumped up off the ground, adrenaline making her ignore the pain in her side, “You can’t just use this thing to run away from your emotions and take me down with you. Give it to me.” She did her best to back Layla into a corner, pushing her toward the back of the arcade where the security guard wouldn’t see them. 

When Ariana was off her, Layla scrambled to her feet, the fidget spinner tight in her grip. She wasn’t going to give it up. It was like a drug she never knew she had needed. However, the pinball machine hitting the ground made her jump back. With adrenaline racing through her veins, she was getting exactly what she had wanted; a fight with Ariana, but it felt different. It felt off. She had wanted to start some chaos. Not chaos with a purpose. But before she could even think of leaving, she felt Ariana pushing her away from the exit and towards the back wall, “But that’s just it, Little Wolf. I don’t feel anything. And you could have that too, if you’d just let me use-” Before she could say anything, she felt her feet get tripped up, and Layla went falling backwards into the Street Fighter machine, her head hitting the control panel pretty hard, along with her hand containing the toy. Unable to hold onto it, the fidget spinner flew out and slid under one of the machines nearby. In a daze, she slowly looked around for where the device had gone but couldn’t find it.

As much as she wanted to listen to Ulfric and try to understand, Ariana was fuming. Her features were etched in a glare and her fists were up, ready to continue fighting. Maybe having no feelings felt like the right answer for Layla, even though it clearly fucking wasn’t, but Ariana didn’t want her own feelings taken away. Already, there were so many days where her grief felt crippling, but it was hers and she wanted to feel it. And she wanted to feel the love, the anger, the joy, and the hope that life still had to offer. “No,” she retorted firmly, “I want to feel this. This and everything else. You can’t take that from me, and you shouldn’t be taking it from yourself.” Her eyes lit up as Layla fell back with her shove and dropped the fidget spinner. She propelled herself forward, using the advantage of her small frame to wedge herself between machines so she could reach for the fidget spinner. With it in hand, she intended on crushing it, but she felt herself being pulled out from the small space she squeezed herself into. 

Coming to her senses, she watched as Ariana squeezed into the space where the fidget spinner was. Scrambling to her knees, she reached out and grabbed the girl’s leg. Digging claws in, she made sure the grip on Ari was tight, but as the fidget spinner was on the verge of being crushed, Layla faltered feeling an immense amount of pain shoot through her head of all the guilt she was facing if the toy was destroyed. Letting out a howl, she knew what the other wolf was trying to do. Pushing through the pain, she yanked Ariana out and crawled up on top of her towards the girl’s hand. Without holding back, Layla produced fangs and bit down on the brunette’s arm to get her to release the toy.

Ariana let out a yelp of pain as she felt claws digging into her leg. “Bitch,” she grumbled, trying to fight being dragged out from between the machines and keeping her fist clenched tightly around the fidget spinner. The howl Layla let out definitely had the attention now on them. Fuck. Layla was on top of her now and she couldn’t exactly throw a punch without risking giving up the fidget spinner. Without a beat, she thrusted her head forward, colliding it into Layla’s face. It left her own head throbbing and Layla’s nose bleeding. She kept the spinner clenched in her left fist as she tried to crush it in her palms. The teeth sinking into her arms caused her to loosen her grip and drop the damn spinner. “Layla, stop,” she groaned, trying to grab the spinner before she could reach it again.

The headbutt came as a shock and left tears in her eyes and her nose throbbing fiercely as Layla released Ariana’s arm from her mouth, “You fucking bitch! I think you broke my nose!” Trying to shake off the pain, she could feel blood coming out of her nose leaving her stunned. However, through clouded eyes, she saw the light reflecting off the fidget spinner. Launching herself onto it, she grabbed the toy and felt relief come over her tense body, “I’m sorry, Little Wolf, but no. This is my only lifeline, and the only way I’m gonna survive.” There was an ounce of humanity in her voice, possibly as a result of the cracked device. Pulling her arm up to her bleeding face, she looked at the toy before looking at Ariana one last time. Slowly getting to her feet with the assist of a nearby gaming machine, she took off towards the front door.

With Layla heading toward the door and the guy running the prize counter quickly approaching, Ariana leapt off the floor, her leg still searing in pain from the wound Layla’s claws left. She rushed out the door, but Layla had been too quick, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. The trail of blood she left behind her was indication that she probably shouldn’t be walking home or chasing anyone right now. She groaned and suppressed the urge to cry. She hadn’t loved that she’d been right or that Layla was still putting herself in danger with that thing. She hobbled away from Quarter in case the cops showed up and tucked herself quietly into an alley. She’d get Ulfric to pick her up. For now, she ripped part of her shirt so she could apply pressure to the bleeding claw marks on her leg. This girls’ night out had been far from successful.

[lightsandlostbells]

Skam Italia episode 7 reaction

Edoardo: looking good just by comparison.

Clip 1 - A sandwich and a spoon

This is not a substantial comment but Silvia’s sandwich made me hungry.

So Silvia made out with the famous Rocco Martucci? That was the guy eyeballing her? I guess since we got a visual, he can’t be Italian Julian Dahl.

If I didn’t know better from having seen where the storyline goes, I’d say Silvia does a fairly convincing job of acting like she doesn’t care about Edoardo. You know, except for the part where she’s already making travel plans to accompany them on their vacation.

Lmao, Silvia and Eleonora allowed this spoon sucking to go on when Martino was right there in their faces. I appreciated how awkward this scenario was and that like, none of them attempted to make small talk to distract from Fede’s innuendo.

Clip 2 - Skate park

That skate park looks fun. It kinda looks like a swimming pool that was converted into something else, based on the colors, but I’m assuming it was always a skate park. But on that note, the visuals and colors of Skam Italia are usually great. I’m not going to do an in-depth analysis at the moment but it seems like the majority of scenes are very warm with a lot of brown/orange/yellow, and sometimes they do a scene that sticks out to me because it’s so cool and blue. It’s all rather striking. And of all the remakes, this one is making the most of its setting (Skam Austin is doing some things with the city but I feel way more of a sense of place in Skam Italia than Druck or Skam France).

I like when the Isak character prods Eva a little to tell him what’s up, since I think it fits what Isak is about to do to her in a few scenes, and because I always wonder why Eva didn’t just tell Noora if she was feel guilty - it helps to have the prompt from Isak to get out her confession. That being said, Eva and Martino’s relationship has been established as close and comfortable on its own merits that I can certainly buy Eva opening up to him. They’ve put in the work to make them have a rapport.

Lmao, Martino making that hand motion about Fede and her spoon. Thanks for the S3 teaser!

Tiny thing but when Eva swallows out of anxiety, you can see Martino half out of frame swallow right after she does, like he’s got some conflict on his own. That might not even be a conscious choice but it’s a good acting detail nonetheless. I think I mentioned previously that these actors have known each other for years and it’s stuff like that, the mimicry and feeding off each other, which makes the chemistry more convincing.

Yeah, this is my favorite Eva-Isak friendship after the original by far, so it’s really going to sting when the reveal happens.

Clip 3 - The wall

I’m glad that Eleonora checked in whether Edoardo wrote back to Silvia before she snapped her back to reality. You know, just in case he did.

Also in this scene Silvia still seems stuck in Edoardoland and firmly convinced that he’s into her, whereas I remember Vilde seeming a little deflated and knowing that Noora would not approve of her talking about William when she entered the scene. She’s pretty good at putting up a confident front when she needs to.

I think Silvia’s hooking up with Rocco Martucci was a misguided attempt to make Edoardo jealous and get him back, which is too bad. I wish she was legit trying to have fun or move on. I know for plot reasons that’s not how it goes, but still.

Both Eleonora and Eva were very sweet to Silvia and not too harsh or judgmental.

I really love making it into a wall of conquests instead of the sweatshirts, and I appreciate that Silvia gets to save face a little bit since the sweatshirt is a public “I fucked Edoardo” marker but the wall gets to preserve her anonymity and (some of) her dignity while still communicating that the boys think of the girls as trophies. But I almost hate it, because now I need that scene where the girls paint over or draw or deface the wall in some way, and I don’t think I’ll get it. Give me that thing, Skam Italia! 

For a minute I thought Eva was going to pull out a marker or something and draw over the chart. 

Based off the wall, Rocco Martucci sure has been busy.

Clip 4 - Eva on the phone with “mom”

Federico roleplaying as Eva’s mom toward the end of that phone conversation … I’ve never been a huge fan of P-Chris or any version of this character but this is a detail I often forget and I have no idea why, it’s one of the best things he ever did.

Gio deserves all the roasting he can get about his weed use. It’s nice that he’s being honest about having weed on him, but like … she’s made it clear he behaves like an asshole when he’s high, and that this isn’t some vague ideological problem for her but something based on his past behavior. So some of the banter is cute and all but him offering her some pot, even in a joking way, annoys me more than it should with this dynamic in mind. Dammit, Gio.

Clip 5 - Eleonora goes in on Edoardo

Silvia opening with some random mundane topics was kind of cute - either a bit clueless and rambling, much like her many many texts to the girls, or you can also take away that she was building up to the big news and trying to psych herself up.

I’m glad Eva called Sana on the dignity comment since that always seemed like one of the least necessary Sana comments about Vilde, particularly in this context, and probably just egged her on to confront him.

Silvia didn’t need any convincing from the girls whereas Noora was encouraging Vilde in the other versions. Silvia is dead set on it.

I like how they built up to it with the catchy music that cuts out as Edoardo bursts Silvia’s confidence bubble.

Sooo … Edoardo is still a dick, but maybe less of a dick that William? Who knew?

He still does the fake forgetting Silvia’s name, and his comment about the wall is outright lying but not as personal of an attack. He does laugh more at her which is a dick move, especially in front of his crew. However, he doesn’t tell her she isn’t worth it.

“What were you doing behind the boys’ toilets?” I’m assuming he’s insinuating that she’s a slut? That’s horrible and Edoardo is a creep, but I also have less of a fuuuuuuck youuuuuuu feeling toward him. Because the whole thing about Vilde not being worth it/not being pretty enough plays directly into Vilde’s worst insecurities and body image. And we’ve seen that Silvia has the body image issues as evidenced by her picking at her sandwich. I’m not positive that Silvia has the same hangups about being labeled a slut? She has the hesitation to go upstairs with Eduardo and you could interpret that as fear of her reputation, but she’s also down to make out with Rocco Martucci and stresses that she wanted to.

So while I want to make it clear, Edoardo is being an asshole, and being called a slut is hurtful and misogynistic … I actually will find this easier to forgive than William’s comments. I mean it mostly depends on how Edoardo reacts in future episodes, whether he regrets it or not, how it all plays out, but so far he doesn’t have as high of a hurdle in getting me to like him. Like how is Edoardo going to justify his comments the same way in S2 when Eleonora calls him on it? It’s not the same context. (And again: NOT excusing slut-shaming but I think there may be a difference in terms of how someone with poor self-image might perceive this comment, because “slut” is an insult dependent on behavior, vs. telling someone they aren’t pretty enough which is perceived as a more inherent, unchangeable characteristic. But again, William’s comment directly feeds into Vilde’s ED; how will Edoardo’s comment affect Silvia on a similar level? “Slut” doesn’t have much to do with an ED, at least not in an obvious way.)

Lmao, I feel kinda gross writing anything vaguely positive about Edoardo in this scene, since “not as much of a dick as he could have been” is not a ringing endorsement, but since this incident is a huge roadblock in me liking William in the original version, it’s worth talking about.  

This was also the best version of this roasting in the remakes. Eleonora has the attitude to back up her comments, and Edoardo has some personality in how he responds to her. 

Love that Eleonora got in her comment about his stupid hair as a last dig, but also, Edoardo has the best hair of any of the Williams, IMO.

Clip 6 - Fight

Gio opens his mouth so much for the kisses, damn. I’m not knocking him, I would rather see enthusiastic kisses than a bunch of pathetic pecks, but the dude is like Pac-Man.

Um that bit about the teacher siding with Alice over Federico and making him run laps is really funny, but you can see why it would alarm Eva, because she realizes she’s on the side of the bad guy in this situation. Would the teacher side with Alice against Eva, too?

The fight was brutal! All the girls jumped in to protect Eva. Sana went in with the dictionary, Silvia with the backpack. Eleonora is straight-up snarling by the end. Eva wasn’t even fighting after a certain point, just standing back as her girls defended her. The most heartwarming brawl of all time.

General Comments:

How does Skam Italia have the worst Jonas (outside of Marlon from Skam Austin) and the best William? How?

Listen, I am really not expecting to love Eleonora/Edoardo or Edoardo himself. It’s not a relationship type I’m fond of, he’s not a character archetype I enjoy. But if they can eliminate the worst of his behavior and modify certain actions ... then I can be fine with him and with the ship. I am being very, very hesitant to assume Skam Italia will make enough radical changes just because they did a few things that weren’t as bad; however, I am willing to give it a chance. 

It’s kind of funny because there was a rumor going around that they’ll jump to Martino’s story in S2 instead of Eleonora’s and lmao, not sure how legit that is but of course they would do it for the one remake where I hate the William the least. Not that I’m objecting to the gay storyline getting the spotlight sooner, though I do wonder how they will adapt certain plot elements without the buildup (Eskild’s S2 introduction, Isak’s background storyline of dating Sara and living in the basement).

Skam Italia seems by far the most popular and well-liked of the European remakes, which I can quite understand. Skam France is too much of a copy without much of an individual personality and Druck, though I’ve liked many of the scenes and characters, has a lot of hiccups in terms of production and updates, which is unfortunately turning people off and making the show less accessible. Not to repeat myself too much but: I have some big gripes about Skam Italia but it’s for the most part consistent, is nicely made with beautiful locations and nice cinematography, and has integrated the local culture well, putting its own spin on the material and not being a direct copy. None of the actors have really wowed me so far but there are some likable personalities in the bunch. My hope is that they will keep it up and either improve on the Eleonora/Edoardo relationship, or do a respectful job of Martino’s story, depending on what S2 is. (Even though I don’t want them to attempt Evak 2.0 at all ... but that’s a larger topic.)

I’m not Italian so if I misunderstood or missed something, feel free to correct me. 

If you got this far, thank you for reading!