#hold on that might just be a quote from a tv show. which one was it. a woman saying it to someone about someone else

[sparkly-skies]

@mondscheinprinzessin

LAURA LAURA LAURA

.... I might need to revise my meme. I haven't even slept yet but all this song makes me want to do is... idk, get better? Rob a bank and be able to pay for therapy and go get better? Get better and go to their concert and dance and sing along to the "oh damn it will get better even if I have to claw my way to it with my bare hands" song?

[shy9-29]

Unfiltered | 이희승

idol 이희승 x idol yn

🍒 SOMAR𝒊O ─── Both you and Heeseung decide to go red. Later on, chaos is brought opon you two. 이희승 𝐱 𝑓. reader ✉️ wc. 3.1k ✶ careful ! skinship, kissing, death treats, etc 🔖 a/n. Thought about Heeseung and Giselle while writing this. Who else freaked at cochella?

You’re sitting cross-legged on the couch, a cozy hoodie draped over your frame, a bowl of popcorn nestled between you and Heeseung. His phone is in one hand, the other absentmindedly playing with the edge of the blanket covering both your legs. The soft glow of the TV lights the room, but he’s not paying attention to the screen—his focus is all on the dozens of hair color inspo pics he’s scrolling through.

“Okay, hear me out,” Heeseung says, holding up his phone to show you a swipe of blonde cut. “This… for Cochella?”

You wrinkle your nose, tilting your head. “It’s cute, but didn’t you already go blonde?”

He sighs dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “That’s what I said! But Sunghoon said it would ‘bring out my eyes.’” He makes air quotes and a mock serious face that makes you giggle.

You lean in, tapping his screen. “What about this one?” A vibrant, fiery red catches your attention. “It’s bold. Different. You’d look hot.”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Hot, huh?”

You bump his shoulder. “Don’t get cocky.”

But he’s already smiling at the idea, sitting up straighter. “Red’s kind of sick though. It could pop on stage, especially under the lights.”

You nod, brushing some popcorn salt off your fingers. “If you go red… I kinda want to, too. Not, like, matching-matching. Just… accidentally twinning.” You say it teasingly, but there’s a spark in your chest when he looks over at you with that playful glint in his eyes.

He shifts to face you fully, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “Imagine the headlines,” he smirks. “‘Heeseung and Y/N cause chaos with matching red hair.’”

You laugh, not realizing just how close to the truth that prediction would soon be.

“Okay,” he says, voice low and warm, “red it is.”

You clink your popcorn bowls together like champagne glasses.

That night, under soft lights and between laughter, the two of you made a choice that seemed harmless—fun, even.

You had no idea it would become the beginning of everything.

The last couple of weeks have been nonstop—dance practices that go past midnight, vocal rehearsals, fittings, interviews, content shoots. Both your group g/n and Enhypen are in comeback season, which basically means “sleep is optional” and “personal time doesn’t exist.”

You and Heeseung had been texting here and there, sending each other exhausted selfies, complaining about sore muscles and choreo revisions. But meeting up? Impossible. Your schedules didn’t line up, and even when they almost did, something always came up.

It was late one night when you finally had a minute to breathe. You’d just finished another rehearsal, still in your practice clothes, hair tied up messily. You flopped onto your bed, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly when a notification lit up your screen.

[HEESEUNG is live] — Weverse

You sat up instantly.

Tapping in, the screen loaded to Heeseung sitting on the floor of what looked like the dorm’s living room, hoodie on, a black beanie pulled low over his head. Like, really low. Only a few strands of dark hair peeked out, and he kept adjusting it like he was nervous it’d fall off.

You smirked.

He’s hiding it.

You already knew. A few days ago, his texts had been full of half-panicked, half-excited messages about finally going red. “Bro it’s SO RED, I actually might be insane for doing this” was one of your favorites.

But seeing him now, live, trying so hard to hide it from Engenes—it was cute. Every time he turned his head a little too far, a hint of bright red peeked out, and he’d scramble to pull the beanie back down.

Comments were flying.

enhajvke: DID I JUST SEE RED?

heeseungswiife: Be honest rn… did u dye ur hair?

engenevroom: LEE HEESEUNG EXPLAIN THE FLASH OF COLOR

You bit back a laugh, watching him try to play it cool.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he said with the most suspicious tone ever, smiling like he knew exactly what he was doing. “It’s just cold in here.”

Yeah, right.

You watched the rest of the live with your chin propped on your hand, amused and weirdly proud. He looked good—cozy, playful, teasing the fans just enough without giving it all away.

And in your camera roll, your own red hair was glowing under the bathroom light. You hadn’t shown the world yours yet either.

Not yet.

But soon.

You didn’t really plan to go live. It just kind of… happened.

You had a rare evening off—no practice, no interviews, no schedules—and it felt weird. Like your body didn’t know how to sit still. So you pulled your hair up, threw on a simple white tank top and joggers, and flopped onto the floor of your room, your phone in hand. No makeup, no filters, no styling.

Just you.

And the new red hair.

You hit “Start Live” on Bubble, not thinking twice.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted softly, adjusting the camera. The chat instantly blew up. You leaned closer, tucking a strand of bright red behind your ear as the comments exploded.

annibeth3: THE HAIR???

jmmstud: Y/N WENT RED?!

gnnofan: wait, didnt heeseung go red too or am I tweaking?

You smiled. “What, this?” you teased, twirling a strand. “I just wanted something different.”

Your heart thudded as you saw the messages piling up, but you kept your tone light, calm. After all, it was just a coincidence… right?

You stretched out a bit on your floor, resting your weight on your elbows, the neckline of your tank dipping just a little as you chatted about practice, comeback prep, and snacks you’d been craving lately. Just normal stuff.

But your phone buzzed behind the scenes.

Heeseung [9:47PM]:

you look way too good right now.

like i’m tryna be respectful but wtf.

I miss you so fucking much yn I’m gonna crash out. The tank top is killing me

Your lips twitched into a smirk, a flush rising to your cheeks. You glanced at the camera for a second, then off to the side, biting back a laugh.

He was watching. Of course he was.

And even if the fans hadn’t fully caught on yet, your phone lighting up with his name while your red hair shimmered under the light—it made everything feel more electric.

They hadn’t noticed.

Yet.

You ended the live not long after that—heart racing, cheeks a little too warm, trying to keep your cool as you read Heeseung’s texts still sitting at the top of your screen.

The moment you were off camera, you opened the chat.

You [9:53PM]:

you’re literally the one who told me to go red too… what did you expect?

also it’s just a tank top calm down

Heeseung [9:54PM]:

“just a tank top” she says like she didn’t just destroy my entire willpower in 15 minutes

i’m calling you after this don’t ignore me.

You smiled, setting your phone down with a little shake of your head. You didn’t even realize how much you missed him until now—until the teasing texts and his dumb comments made your stomach flip again.

Surprisingly, the internet didn’t explode—at least not right away.

Despite your live and the not-so-subtle matching hair colors, fans didn’t fully put the pieces together. A few curious comments here and there, a couple of tweets questioning the timing, but nothing serious. No dating rumors. No trending hashtags. Just… peace.

It was almost suspicious how quiet everything was.

Which is exactly why, when both your schedules finally aligned, you and Heeseung jumped at the chance to film something together. His new song Loose had just dropped, and he’d been dying to do a challenge with you—especially now that you both had that bold red hair. A perfect opportunity, right? Fun, harmless, and definitely not suspicious.

The idea was simple: you’d meet at the HYBE building during a short break in both your days, sneak into one of the practice rooms, and film it quick. No couple-y energy, no obvious glances. Just vibes.

The best part? Both companies were fine with it.

There were no raised eyebrows from staff, no warnings. Since fans hadn’t really caught on, no one was worried. It was just a mutual collab between two popular idols—great for views, great for engagement. Enhypen’s team even offered to film it and post it straight to their official TikTok.

“Look professional,” Heeseung had joked, nudging you with his elbow as the staff counted down to record.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. The camera rolled. Music blasted. You both hit every beat, in sync, smiling, red hair flying as you danced side by side. The chemistry was obvious, but you figured fans would chalk it up to stage presence. They always did.

After it was done, you both took a couple of selfies—just for memories, nothing for posting—and then went your separate ways, promising to catch up more once promotions calmed down.

Neither of you opened the internet that night. No doom-scrolling. No comments. No TikTok rabbit holes.

You went to bed thinking everything was fine.

But the next morning?

The internet was on fire.

You woke up to your phone vibrating non-stop on your nightstand.

At first, you thought maybe it was just your manager or your group’s group chat buzzing about schedules—until you saw the notifications.

Twitter. TikTok. Instagram. Mentions. Tags. Trending.

You rubbed your eyes and squinted at your screen.

“THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER”

“NO CAUSE THEY’RE IN LOVE”

“THERE’S NO WAY THIS IS JUST FRIENDSHIP”

Your heart skipped. You sat up fast, blanket falling off your shoulders as you clicked on one of the top tweets. It was a screenshot—mid-frame from the dance challenge. Heeseung was looking at you. Not just looking—staring. And not just staring—smiling.

It wasn’t even subtle.

His eyes were soft, focused on you like the camera didn’t even exist. You hadn’t noticed it in the moment. But now? Paused in HD and blasted across every social platform?

Yeah. It was obvious.

And the comments were wild.

“The way he looked at her when she smiled?? Bye I’m sobbing.”

“You’re telling me that’s not love? Be serious.”

“What is my hee doing with yn 💔.”

“They’re so synced it’s actually suspicious.”

Even clips of the video were slowed down and edited with soft music, hearts, sparkles—fan edits were already flooding your FYP. And somehow, it wasn’t just your red hair people were talking about anymore.

It was the way your hands brushed.

The way your laugh slipped out at the end.

The way he couldn’t stop looking at you when you weren’t watching.

You opened your texts to find one from Heeseung already waiting.

Heeseung [8:04AM]:

we’re trending.

i think we just accidentally confessed.

…it’s kinda cute though.

You let out a breathy laugh, heart pounding.

This was no longer just a dance challenge.

It was the start of chaos—and the world was officially watching.

Within hours, the chaos went from loud to explosive.

The original TikTok—the now-infamous Loose challenge featuring you and Heeseung—disappeared. Gone. No warning. No explanation. Just poof.

You hadn’t even known until fans started posting screen recordings, saying things like:

“Wait… why did they delete the challenge???”

“This is suspicious as hell now.”

“They just made it worse by deleting it.”

“Enhypen’s staff really fumbled this one.”

It was everywhere. The deletion only made people more convinced something was going on. What could’ve passed as a fun collab between two idols now looked like a cover-up. Some fans tried to keep things calm, tweeting things like:

“It’s just a dance challenge, don’t be weird.”

“They probably deleted it because people were overreacting.”

“Red hair doesn’t equal dating, omg.”

But the other side of the internet was spiraling.

Speculation threads popped up. Fan accounts were digging through past interactions, award show clips, music bank moments—anything that could “prove” you and Heeseung were together. Some fans even started pulling screenshots from lives, making timelines.

And then the hate started.

Under your posts. On your lives. In your DMs. Comments calling you “attention-seeking,” saying you were “ruining his image,” accusing you of “using him for clout.” Some even turned on him—saying he was being “reckless,” or “leading fans on.”

It stung. Even though you told yourself it came with the job, it still hurt.

You stayed quiet. So did Heeseung. The companies didn’t say anything either—not yet.

But behind the scenes, your phone was buzzing nonstop.

Heeseung [10:12AM]:

…they deleted it.

i didn’t know they were gonna do that.

are you okay?

You stared at his message, fingers hovering over your screen.

Were you okay?

You weren’t sure. You’d just wanted to dance. To match hair for fun. To be with someone you liked without setting the internet on fire.

But here you were—burning in it anyway.

It got worse. So much worse.

The deleted video didn’t just spark curiosity—it set off a wildfire. What had started as playful fan theories turned into full-blown obsession. And then, into something ugly.

You tried to stay off your phone. Tried to focus on your group’s comeback, the rehearsals, the endless days in the studio. But the comments found you anyway.

Under your recent posts. Flooding your lives. Drowning your mentions.

“It should’ve been me, not Y/N.”

“She doesn’t deserve him.”

“Y/N is ruining his career.”

“She’s not even that talented—she’s just lucky.”

“Break up before your fandom turns on you.”

“I swear if I see them together again—”

And then came the threats.

Disguised as jokes at first. Then full-on direct messages.

“Watch your back.”

“I could dox you at any moment.”

“Hope your company knows they can’t protect you forever.”

You didn’t cry, but your hands shook when you showed your manager. He took your phone without saying anything and made a call.

Later that night, Heeseung texted you.

Heeseung [11:28PM]:

i hate this.

i didn’t think it’d go this far.

you don’t deserve this.

Neither of you had expected it. The hate, the pressure, the firestorm just for dancing together. For matching hair. For being a little too obvious about feelings that weren’t meant to be a secret in the first place.

You wanted to tell him it was okay. That you were fine.

But you weren’t.

And apparently, your companies knew it too.

Because the next day, both HYBE and JYP released simultaneous statements.

Simple. Direct. Unapologetic.

“After confirming with the artists, it is true that Enhypen’s Heeseung and g/n’s Y/N are currently in a relationship.

We ask for your support and understanding. Please continue to respect both artists’ privacy moving forward.”

And just like that—the secret was out.

No more hiding.

No more dancing around rumors.

No more pretending red hair was a coincidence.

It was real. It was official. And the whole world knew it.

You were on set for a music show taping when the news dropped.

One second, you were touching up your lip gloss. The next, one of your members walked in holding her phone out with wide eyes.

“They did it,” she said. “It’s official.”

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

She tilted the screen toward you. There it was. Both companies, side by side, names bolded in black and white. Confirmation.

You let out a breath, sat back in the chair, and shrugged. “Huh. About time.”

No panic. No tears. Just… finally.

Your group’s stylists didn’t say anything. They just nodded and kept working. Honestly, everyone around you kind of expected it already. Nothing about it felt shocking. Even the staff had started side-eyeing the sudden hair changes and locked-door dance rehearsals weeks ago.

Meanwhile, Heeseung texted you mid-makeup.

Heeseung [3:11PM]:

well that’s one way to go public lol

guess we’re official official now huh

You [3:12PM]:

yup

they really waited until we couldn’t say anything back lmao

Heeseung [3:12PM]:

i kinda like it though

now i can look at you on camera without pretending you’re just my “idol friend” lol

You smiled, totally unbothered.

You’d both been through this industry long enough to know how it worked. The hate came and went. The rumors always found new targets. Right now it was you two—but give it a month and the internet would be busy with someone else’s business.

Until then?

You had red hair, a comeback stage, and a very official boyfriend who’d just sent you a selfie with a wink and the caption:

“Guess I’m your problem now.”

Once the news was out, the freedom hit immediately.

You didn’t even bother trying to be subtle anymore. Heeseung followed you on Instagram the same day the statements dropped—no sneaky burner accounts, no “oops I liked it by mistake.” Just straight-up, public, followed. And you followed him back within minutes.

The fans noticed, of course.

“Heeseung followed Y/N??”

“NO CAUSE THEY’RE BEING BOLD NOW.”

“this is highkey iconic behavior tbh”

A few hours later, Heeseung posted a story. A blurry pic of two iced americanos on a café table, one with red nail polish wrapped around the cup. No tags. No captions. Just vibes.

Then you posted a carousel that same evening. The fourth photo? A mirror selfie of you in a hoodie way too big to be yours—sleeves swallowing your hands, the drawstrings hanging low.

Fans put two and two together. Fast.

And you didn’t deny it.

Over the next few weeks, you shared more—still casual, still lowkey, but just enough to send fans into a frenzy every time.

A photo of matching sneakers outside a ramen shop.

A story of two sets of chopsticks over tteokbokki with a soft little “date night” caption.

A boomerang of your hand tugging down a familiar beanie (yeah, that beanie) with the words: “stealing again.”

Comments were mixed, but you both ignored the noise.

You were two idols in love, no longer hiding in dance studios or behind blurry livestreams. And honestly? It felt kind of fun to finally live it loud.

The months that followed were chaotic, hilarious, and—honestly—kinda fun.

Sure, the initial firestorm was loud. Fans debated, haters barked, and your DMs stayed unhinged for a while. But eventually, like all things in idol world, the noise dulled. The shock wore off. People moved on.

And you and Heeseung?

You kept living.

Performing your comebacks, doing variety shows, sneaking glances across music show stages that were no longer that sneaky. You posted what you wanted, shared what you liked, and smiled a little wider every time someone commented:

“They’re actually so cute together.”

“I was a hater at first but now I’m obsessed.”

“Red hair couple supremacy.”

By the time festival season rolled around, your hair was a different color. His too. But everyone still remembered that red era. The hair, the challenge, the way he looked at you like no one else existed.

From a couch conversation to a viral storm—who knew red dye and a beanie would spark all this?

But now, none of it had to be secret.

No sneaking around. No deleting videos. Just you, Heeseung, and whatever came next.

And if the world wasn’t ready?

Too bad. You were already in it. Together.

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[sugardollcurse]

Utterly obsessed w your writing🧎‍♀️ could i request a fic w john where the reader is very independent and stoic but one night the reader and john has to share a bed and hes woken up by the readers night terrors? Very cliche but im a sucker for em, its okay if you dont want to write it, i understand <33

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆

꒰ pairing ꒱ john lennon x reader

꒰ contains ꒱ night terrors

꒰ summary ꒱ you weren’t the sort to crack easily. but one night, in a hotel room far from home, john saw what you never meant anyone to see

꒰ note ꒱ I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK

You didn’t work for the Beatles.

That was the first thing everyone seemed to get wrong.

You weren’t a publicist, or a tour manager, or a stylist, or God forbid, some hanger-on with a notebook and dreams of getting quoted in Melody Maker. You were there because Neil had pneumonia and someone needed to keep the show upright until he could crawl out of bed again.

Brian had pulled you in without a second thought. You’d worked logistics for Cilla’s last few TV appearances and didn’t faint when the crowd screamed too loud, which apparently made you overqualified.

So here you were. Five cities in six days. Keeping track of radio stops and hotel check-ins and making sure no one left a guitar in a bloody taxi. Mostly, that meant chasing Ringo down in hotel lobbies and trying not to strangle John when he wandered off with a cigarette and no security.

You did your job well.

Professionally. Quietly.

And, maybe most notably, alone.

You liked it that way. Always had.

They were chaos. That was the only way to describe them.

The four of them.

Not just in the screaming-girls, smashing-records sense, but in the way they filled a room. The noise. The movement. The constant talking.

You didn’t mind it, not really. You learned to tune them out the way you’d learned to ignore sirens in the city. But sometimes, when the walls of the dressing room pressed too close and George was tuning too loud and Paul was flipping through the schedule you’d just written, you wondered what it might be like to work for someone sane. Someone quiet.

Someone unlike John.

John was the worst.

He was clever, sharp, unpredictable. Always saying the thing you were just about to stop him from saying.

He’d clocked you instantly, like some sort of animal scent.

"You're weird," he’d said, first day on the job, while you were flipping through hotel keys and trying to keep Brian from panicking over a last-minute venue change.

"That so?" you’d muttered.

"Yeah. Not like the rest. You’re not impressed."

You hadn’t looked up. "Should I be?"

He’d grinned like a fox. "Only slightly. I’ve got good legs."

You hadn't smiled. He kept trying to make you.

It became a game. His favorite, apparently.

They were halfway through the Midlands when the hotel mix-up happened.

Some secretary, somewhere, had botched a set of reservations. The boys still had suites, of course they did, but everyone else on the crew? Not so lucky.

George Martin got his own room. Mal and Alf doubled up. Brian almost had an aneurysm.

You were handed a key by a sheepish-looking concierge and told, “You’ll have to share.”

You didn’t flinch. Not until you saw who was already holding the matching keycard.

John.

Of course.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well. Either it’s fate or a threat."

"Shut up."

━━

The room was nicer than you’d expected. Just not nicer for two people.

It was clearly meant for one. A massive bed, a little minibar, and a single chair tucked in the corner like a joke. The window overlooked the parking lot and the light hit just right, like it was a postcard someone forgot to send.

You stopped in the doorway. John stopped behind you.

“Well, this is bollocks,” he said, stepping past and flopping dramatically onto the bed, arms stretched like a martyr.

You stayed near the door, expression unreadable.

“There’s no couch,” you noted.

“Nope.”

You crossed your arms. “One bed.”

“Looks like.”

“Someone’s gonna fix this, right?”

John sat up on his elbows. “Yeah, you go ring the Queen and let her know a Beatle’s roughing it.”

You shot him a look. “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

He arched a brow. “Got a better idea?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. The walls were quiet; no hallway noise, no shuffling of staff. The hotel had made their mistake and moved on.

You exhaled sharply. “Fine. Just... stay on your side.”

John grinned. “Cross me heart, luv.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He threw his hands up. “Alright, General Bloody Eisenhower.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your bag by the dresser.

━━

You changed in the bathroom. He didn’t. Stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers right there in the room like he hadn’t a care in the world. You ignored him. Or tried to.

When you emerged, he was already under the covers, arms tucked behind his head, eyes closed.

You eyed the bed. Then eyed him.

“Don’t snore.”

“No promises.”

You climbed in stiffly, back turned, and curled at the edge like the mattress had teeth. The silence stretched. His breathing settled. You counted seconds like they’d build a wall.

━━

It should’ve been fine.

You’d done worse. Slept on studio floors, in train station benches, on a night bus where the radiator hissed for eight straight hours. You were good at ignoring discomfort.

But this bed wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was warm.

The wrong kind of warm.

You stayed on the very edge, eyes closed, body coiled like a wire. The soft rustle of covers beside you was unbearable.

Eventually, John's breathing settled. Soft, steady. You could feel it in the mattress.

You tried not to think about how close he was.

You tried not to sleep.

But you did.

And when the dream came, it hit hard.

You were somewhere else. Not a bed. Not a hotel.

Not now.

Your body knew it before your mind did, before the shout, before the sound of your own breath gasping against nothing.

Trapped. Trapped in it.

The walls were closing. Sirens in the distance. Someone yelling your name and you couldn’t move fast enough-

You flinched violently, your body jackknifing upright in the bed. A strangled noise ripped out of your throat before you could stop it.

And then-

"Jesus Christ!"

A thud. A grunt. The mattress dipped hard and shook beneath you.

You blinked, wild and half-blind in the dark.

“What the fuck was that?” John's voice, sharp, groggy, and pissed off.

You sucked in a breath. Air was hard. Too hard. You were still halfway inside it.

He groaned and rolled over, hitting the bedside lamp with more force than necessary. Warm yellow light flooded the room.

John was sitting up, one arm shielding his eyes, the other braced against the bed like he expected it to bite.

You said nothing.

He turned his head, squinting at you. “You havin’ a bloody seizure or something?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t yet.

He narrowed his eyes. Then actually looked at you.

You were pale. Damp with sweat. Hands curled so tight into the duvet your knuckles had gone white.

"...Shit," he muttered. Less annoyed now. “You awake?”

You nodded, once. Breathing uneven. Eyes fixed on some point far off, like it might save you.

John exhaled and scratched the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to snap. Just...hell of a way to wake up, innit.”

You didn’t reply.

He watched you a moment longer, then leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms. “Well? You gonna say what that was or keep lookin’ like you’ve seen your own ghost?”

Your jaw locked. Still not ready.

He sighed. “Right. Brilliant. Of course I get the bed-sharer with a horror film in their head.”

A beat of silence.

Then your voice, raw: “Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”

He scoffed. “You sure? ‘Cause I nearly pissed myself.”

You shot him a glare.

He raised both hands. “Alright, alright. Look, I didn’t mean, whatever that was, I dunno, nightmare or exorcism... I didn’t mean to take the piss.”

You looked away. “Forget it.”

Another pause.

“…You get those often?”

You didn’t answer.

He studied you, tapping a finger against his lip. “You don’t strike me as the fragile type.”

“I’m not.”

He shrugged. “But you’re… quiet. Cold, even.”

Your mouth twitched. “Thanks.”

Silence.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head: “So what are you dreaming about that’s got you this rattled, eh?”

You turned back to him, eyes steady now. “Nothing you need to know.”

He gave a humorless little laugh. “Touchy.”

You shook your head, then laid back down, facing away from him. Your voice was flat: “Go back to sleep.”

He didn’t, not right away.

You could feel him shifting, like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

Then finally, under his breath: “You’re a hard fuckin’ nut, you know that?”

You didn’t respond.

He didn’t expect you to.

Eventually, the light clicked off. You both lay still in the dark.

This time, you didn’t sleep. But neither did he.

You could tell by the rhythm of his breath. Listening.

Like he was waiting to see if it’d happen again.

The next morning, he didn’t say anything.

John was already up when you woke, towel around his neck, hair damp, flipping through the room service menu like nothing had happened.

You moved stiffly, slower than usual, and he glanced up once. Didn’t comment.

But later, as you both left the room, he said, real casual:

“If you’re gonna do that again, maybe give a bloke some warning. I nearly threw a lamp.”

You looked at him, expression blank. “Next time I’ll properly book separate rooms.”

He snorted. “Next time I’ll sleep with a crucifix.”

And that should’ve been it.

But that night, two cities later, the hotels were full again. Something about a wedding party, a mix-up with the press team. Brian was in knots. You kept your head down, took the damn key.

You opened the door. One bed. Again.

You glanced at him.

He didn’t even blink. “Back to our marital suite, then.”

You exhaled. “Just don’t talk.”

He held a hand to his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

━━

That night, you didn’t sleep right away.

Neither did he.

The light was still on. Faint. Muted.

He turned his head slightly, voice low: “Do you remember them?”

You didn’t look at him. “Sometimes.”

“What’s in them?”

You were quiet for a while.

Then, softly: “It’s not one thing. Not really. Just everything. All at once.”

He was silent.

Then: “I get that.”

You turned your head, surprised.

He stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve had it. I dunno. Dreamin’ of being crushed. Or not existing. Or being eleven again. Or not knowing where the fuck I am.”

A pause.

“I just drink through it, usually.”

You nodded, slowly.

You lay in silence again, but it was different now. Looser.

Eventually, he muttered, almost reluctant: “If it happens again, don’t wait. Just wake me. I’m up half the night anyway, thanks to McCartney’s snoring echoing in my skull.”

You turned your face into the pillow to hide your expression.

Not a smile.

But something close.

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[astroismypassion]

Astrology observations 🟢🟢🟢

Credit goes to @astroismypassion

🟢I noticed high number of people that like the idea of saving yourself for marriage have Scorpio over the 8th house, but also often Capricorn Vesta, Vesta at 22 degree or Vesta in the 10th house.

🟢People with Pisces Vesta might have rather low libido. They really enjoy things that are more metaphysical and they are often very detached from their own body, not very in tune with it. They might do just well by watching films, TV series and indulging into their favourite movie snack. They are really fine with being on their own.

🟢Aquarius Ceres people had a mother that emphasized that their identity, personality and body are very unique. These are the people that will always tell you you're one of a kind, special and unique. This placement is very much "No one is you and that is your superpower" quote!

🟢Additionally, on Ceres note, your Ceres sign serves like the 2nd Moon sign. Ceres also shows how you perceived your mother's nurturing. So you could have a Virgo Moon, but Aquarius Ceres. And you might actually more relate to Aquarius Ceres when it comes to your relationship with your mother. Similarly, you can have Aries Moon, but your Ceres is in Pisces. But often times Moon and Ceres are compatible and connected.

🟢Scorpio Ceres doesn't want to think about money, although throughout their lifetime their life revolves A LOT around money. Either in form of debt, financial issues, help others with their money etc. Money for them is a veryy emotional topic. When they receive money they might actually tear up a little. When they give or lend money it's often an investment for them and they might have regrets connected with it or hold resentment later on for giving someone their money. Sometimes they make purchases that they not only regret, but might feel a bit ashamed that they even made this purchase in the first place. Also, this is very much the person to mix sex with money. Or they spend money on the person they are physically intimate with (sexually involved).

🟢Having Venus in someone's 10th house in a romantic Synastry is such an interesting overlay I notice. Often times one person really supports other's career and long-term goals to the point they help the other person set up a business. But I noticed that often that also become a weakness later in the partnership. So they continue the successful business, but the partnership dissolves.

🟢Ruler of the 7th house in the 5th house often has a crush on blond/light-haired people or those that have golden highlights.

🟢I'm not saying always, but most often in particular people who have Gemini over the 7th house often assume or very early on when meeting someone assume they the person is interested in them romantically. With Sagittarius over the 1st house (which points to an exaggerated sense of self and ego) they persistently think someone likes them despite clear evidence to the contrary. And Gemini Descendants even more so, they sometimes tend to believe they can "convince" someone if they put enough effort or try hard enough, even when the person verbally expressed that they are not interested in them. Even this Sagittarius Gemini axis can sometimes deal with delusion much like Pisces Virgo axis.

🟢Libra or Taurus over the 10th house: people at your workplace, random co-workers, even your boss will be very interested in your relationship status. Those around you will often speculate whether you have a partner or ask you if you are single. Also, if you have one of these two signs, be mindful with who you are connecting yourself with, because people around you might often make assumptions or jump to fast conclusions to who you are dating, even if the two of you are just friends! They could see you talking with someone and they might already assume you two have something going on.

🟢People with Scorpio Jupiter often go for Capricorn Sun as their spouse or committed partner. If you have Scorpio Jupiter in your Natal chart you are likely to attract a rather controlling partner.

🟢People with Pisces and Aries over the 4th house felt like they had to raise themselves. They are also really late bloomers. They might start raising themselves and working on themselves in late 20s, 30s.

🟢When you have Scorpio over the 7th house or Pluto in the 7th house in your Solar Return chart you will feel like don't receive help from anyone and it will be the year of many rejections, either in your love life, career or you will feel rejected by your loved ones.

🟢Composite Leo Mars in the 7th house make the two of you much more indecisive when together than independently/when you are apart. You often swing from "You choose, I don't mind anything" to "I don't know". When you are together you seem to make a decision much slower and it's harder to even pick to which restaurant you want to go eat. With the sign of Leo, you might have power struggles over making your choice as the final mutual decision. You will both want things to go your own way, not how the other person wants.

🟢Ruler of the 7th house in the 5th house are the biggest flirts that tend to be non-committal, because they value their independence a little too much, but also because they have the enough charming, charismatic confidence that they can get anyone.

Credit goes to @astroismypassion

[bekolxeram]

During this hiatus, other than rewatching S7 for cute moments that we missed and coming up with headconons and new fic ideas, may I suggest going back to actually read/watch/listen to interviews with the cast?

Certain more dedicated members of the fandom tend to overfixate on one single sentence or even word the cast uttered and ignore all context around it. Sure, some of them might came into it with an agenda (like many journalists did sadly) and confirmation bias took care of the rest of it, but at the same time, who has time to read pages of disjointed chat with actors improvising answers without full knowledge of the production side of the show?

I've seen people proving Eddie's queerness by this quote from Lou's interview with the Hollywood Reporter in April:

This alone has been interpreted all sorts of ways, from Ryan not accepting this storyline (which doesn't make him homophobic btw, he could've simply not seen Eddie's story going this way, or he thought he wasn't equipped to do this storyline justice), to Buck's LIs not agreeing to come back because of scheduling conflict, to the writers just thought it was more appropriate for Buck to be queer.

I'm not here to speculate anything, I'm just going to point out earlier in the same interview, Lou also said he always knew this storyline would be with Oliver:

I don't know what's going on here, Lou might have insider information, but it also could be him just speculating over Tommy and Eddie's quickly formed friendship. To my knowledge, Tim has never confirmed that Tommy's queer storyline would be with Eddie before it supposedly fell through. In fact, Tim did say once it felt like Buck's story:

And then there's Lou's supposed dislike of filming make out scenes:

I do agree with him that gratuitous scenes on TV are unnecessary. I can't even count how many times I'm watching TV with my family when a graphic sex scene comes on unprompted, and my family members and I have to try our best to pretend we don't see it. But he also said that he didn't like it only when it didn't add to the story. Like we saw in 7x06, Lou gladly rubbed his face into Oliver's because this is how Buck came out.

There's also the part most people skipped through when Lou talked about the 7x04 kiss:

Lou (and everyone involved in the storyline) doesn't want Tommy to seem predatory. I have no idea if it's a reference to a possible earlier version of the script with an Eddie bi awakening instead of a Buck one. What I'm getting is that Lou and Tim tried to avoid playing into the stereotype of gay men hanging around knowingly straight men just to get into their pants.

And boy was Lou right. If they went for a full make out scene, the fandom discourse would've been so different. Naysayers wouldn't have been latching onto bachelor party costume or daddy issue joke. It would've led to much more serious allegations.

I'm happy it all worked out in universe as well. As we've seen from the past 7 seasons, Buck has no problem getting sexual partners. In the past he tried having physical relationships with women in hopes that it would lead to an emotional one, he also tried intentionally holding off intimacy just because he thought it would get in the way of boding with someone on a humanly level. This is the first time someone picked up Buck's (unintentional?) flirting, decided to break the ambiguity (landing it like a good pilot), gave him a brief peck to test the water, and then left to give Buck time to process his feelings.

Not only was it okay for Buck, it left him wanting more.

And lastly there's the allegedly "Tommy is just Buck's gay mentor to test thing out with" thing:

But earlier in the interview, it was established that Lou said it as a response to why the other shippers should still embrace Buck and Tommy's relationship. He didn't actually know what would happen in the future:

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

Predictions / wishlists for tsc2 & 3

1 - We heard Edgar Allan might bring back some graduates to coach for them, so one or more of the napkin-worthy backliners could make an appearance. Our new villain?

2 - Jeremy and Jean’s first kiss is on the back of a motorcycle. Maybe Jean learns to ride so he can show Jeremy PCH at sunset, and is sufficiently exhilarated to get out of his own way…

3 - Jean gets his bear magnet with the red beret replaced by someone… and you can’t prove it won’t be Zane. Gasp in horror if you want but there was a time when all we knew of Jean was that he helped Riko torture Neil. If anyone told me after that scene that he'd end up being our boy I’d have wanted to hit them.

4 - One of the female characters gets to have an issue. KUST KIDDING! The girls are all fine, only the boys get to have issues.

5 - Jeremy and Jean each fuck someone else to try to prove something to themselves. At least one of those is probably (not) Kevin.

6 - We know someone’s getting themselves punched and my money’s on Andrew punching Jean. I think they’d talk things out afterwards, but that would need to happen first.

7 - I can also see Jean punching Jeremy - see earlier point. (Wow this post is getting bloodthirsty.) His mental state is fragile you guys. There will be drama.

8 - Jean gives his first ceramic creation to Renee. It has rainbows on it.

9 - At least one of Jeremy's secrets involves him being a lot less pure than he looks. (Does/did he pay for sex? Why did my mind go there? I just feel there’s such a strong virgin/whore theme to Jean’s story.)

10 - Jean hugs Wymack, resulting in my untimely death.

11 - We find out exactly which aspect of history holds Kevin so enthralled. Yes I want to see how close my hc was, but I also desperately need this insight into his character.

12 - Nora continues to unapologetically portray Thea in a way that doesn’t beg for our sympathy or affection, because she is the goddess we need but don’t deserve.

13 - Jean has way too much fun remorselessly prickteasing Jeremy.

14 - We learn what the fuck dealers do. I mean I’ve seen the description but how does this play out from a tactical perspective? We’re only here for the sport, ma’am.

15 - Jean recites a French quote in a tv interview that translates to ‘The King is dead long live the Queen’. (Yes punks that’s my username)

16 - Someone gets to end Tetsuji. And by someone I mean Wymack.

17 - Jean and Jeremy live happily ever.

Yeah I know... whatever’s coming will be both better and worse than anything we can dream up…

[freakyfrye]

ᝰ. 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔩𝔶

“I wanna live inside your skin—w-what?”

requested: loona x gn! reader. in which, loona has a partner that can’t get enough of her touch

type: headcanon

content: fluff, angsty loona, outta pocket remarks, raw unedited and proof read, vulnerability

note: im trying this new quote thing, think its cute. anyways, i tried—swear, but im not the overly touchy type so forgive meee. reader kinda creepy but I feel like she might like the nerdy, emo type 🤷‍♀️

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི You’re annoying.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི So embarrassingly and shamelessly annoying that, somehow, your worst than her adoptive father. More times than she can count she’s burning up with an embarrassed blush by your actions or blowing a fuse that she later regrets.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི It’s not really her fault—entirely—she was molded into the person she is by her rough upbringing. Soft, sweet cuteness and raw emotions like love wasn’t something she was used to. Never in her life did she think she would be. Hell, she never thought she would find someone willing to give her that, to look at her that way.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Then you fell into her lap one day. Not her usual emotionally unavailable type. Someone who actually likes who she is, even after her showing you her mood swings and high level of nonchalance. You stayed, and continue to loyally as you wait for her to break down her Fort Knox guarded heart.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི The day it broke was one of the happiest days of your life, second to meeting her. It was basic, but wholesome if it was coming from loona: you were both watching tv when she fell asleep, head rolling to fall on your shoulder, which she never does, but it just goes to show how she’s grown to be vulnerable in your presence.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི You’re fucking vibrating while trying not to wake her, testing the waters and wrap your arms snuggly around her, pulling her closer and softly play footie with hers. Maybe this doesn’t sound like much to others, but they don’t understand that the only skinship you’ve had with loona since the beginning of dating was hand holding.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Call it selfish, or desperate—you didn’t give a flying monkey’s ass but she just opened up a whole can of warms. But being openly touchy with loona was not for the weak. Blitzø is still adjusting to someone else important in her life. He’s very salty that she accepts your hugs less…aggressively.

“If you were a worm, I’d still love you but I’d probably kill you—accidentally, because I would never wanna leave you alone or let you go! Ever!”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Surprisingly she likes petting, but it gets outta hand when you pet her randomly—around others and not in the confinement of your rooms. She’s blushing furiously and you’re explaining she’s just soft to touch. Your comfort sense. BUT SHE’S NOT SOFT. Stop saying embarrassing things, she has a rep to uphold. Okay, she’s not!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི She no longer rides shotgun in the imp van when you tag along. She’s in the back with you—by the window, of course—gazing out at the scenery all movie like. One ear bud in hers, the other in yours and she has a hand softly in yours. And it so sweet coming from her, it has you all mushy inside that your scooting impossibly closer to the point you shift her onto your lap, ignoring the glares blitzø sends through the rearview mirror.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Sometimes you’d purposely rile her up, angry or horny didn’t matter, all so she can back you up into a wall with a finger pointingly jabbing into your chest. To anyone else, she might look scary because no one would want to be on the other end of a hell hound; you were hopelessly in love with this one, you’re delusional in thinking she would never hurt you and take the risk.

“I wanna carve our initials—like they do in movies—but instead of trees, my body because I’m yours.”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི The first time you cuddled, she was the first one tapping out. It was so fucking hot, her fur and your body heat on top of hers. But you being how you were, refused to let her leave your company, even when you were sweating down your temple and your shirt’s sticking to your skin. If this relationship was going to continue, she better get used to it cause you weren’t letting her go.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི If you go on missions and this one was particularly dangerous, her hands are on you the second your back within her reach. She’s desperately searching your body for any serious injuries, all while tears gather on her lashes and fighting back her hands from trembling. Will deny she’s crying while burying her face in your neck, calling you names and sweet nothings in the same sentence. You just turn into a puddle in her arms as she makes a fuss over you—no one’s ever done this before—you could get used to it.

“If I were to die today, I’ll be the ghost that whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Even in death you can’t get rid of me.”

[jawnscoffee]

John‘s Wedding Speech

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Maybe I shouldn’t have let my husband hold his speech first because it’s way harder to leave a good impression when there’s already a winner.
Anyway, I‘ll just try to make this as good as possible. 

So, ladies and gentlemen and others. Hello from my side. 

For the first time in my life, I actually had to sit down and think of a proper way to do this. In high school, my, allow me, bloody awful roses-are-red poems didn’t count nearly as much as this speech does right now, and as much as I am happy that I don’t have to recite a violets-are-blue-sequel, I got, well,… really stressed out.

The reason for that is not because I couldn’t think of any good things to say about my husband, by the way. Even though there certainly are some features I‘ll probably find unpleasant until we’re 89 and are struggling to even solve a crossword puzzle. Or let me correct that: I will struggle.
That‘s probably something I‘ll find annoying too, then. Likewise, his remarkable creativity to come up with excuses to not fetch some milk from the store. Or his habit of commenting on every single sentence that’s been said in a TV show.

But before this gets too awkward: this is not a shit-talk show about Sherlock. Because, as I mentioned, all of these things were not the reason why I struggled to come up with the right words for this day.

The reason why I struggled to come up with the right words for today is that, even though there are some bad things, which I just mentioned, there will always be too many good ones that can be said about him.

Because matter how much he hates fetching milk from the store, I know he‘d do it for the rest of our lives if that meant it would make me happy. And no matter how much he hates watching, I quote, „those stupid TV shows," I know that he‘d do it until all eternity if I just stayed by his side. Which I will do, by the way so he doesn’t have to do that to his delight. 

So there were only three words I could come up with that perhaps can measure up to the indescribable person he is: I love him. With all my heart and everything I am I love everything he is.

Sherlock, you saved me in as many ways as I saved you, maybe even more. 

When we first met, I thought I knew what love was, and you thought the same. It turned out we were both wrong, as everybody can see today.

You loved me so entirely that I suddenly realized that I‘ve never been fully loved by someone else. Because nobody of those people were you. Because you love me in ways I‘ve never seen, or even heard of, before. 

Before I met you, I was so alone, and now I owe you so much. You are not only the best man and human being that I have ever known, but the best place where I have ever let my heart rest.
Thank you for being my home. Thank you for being you, even in times when I couldn’t be myself.

You once said to me that love is a simple chemical equation. But if you still think about love this way, I’m afraid you have to exclude mine from this. Because my love for you isn’t just a simple chemical equation. It’s the most complex thing I’ll probably never understand, but even though you might think the opposite, I don’t think that’s bad. I think that’s what all of the poets mean when they say, „My love for you is endless." Because mine for you is, Sherlock.

So when I say I love you, I hope you know that I love you in just as many ways as you love me, which I count to be countless. But if my life is about keeping on counting them anyway, I‘ll be a very happy man indeed. And I really hope you don’t mind this, for once, fruitless experiment. Because I can assure you, that the fruit is and will always be the same, no matter how much time changes.

Like it already has been, it will always be me and you from this day on. The Bakerstreet boys. Or now rather: the Bakerstreet husbands.

The rings on our fingers are the proof and a promise we’ll keep until even you can no longer solve a crossword puzzle.

But I will love you just as much then. Probably even more because my love for you grows each day. And it always will - Until the game is over.

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hiii :D

i wrote this yesterday at 1am or something BUT there’s already sherlocks wedding speech so i thought *claps* I HAVE TO WRITE JAWNS

soooo…yeah

thank you so much for reading. I am happy about any feedback, also on ao3. lots of love <3

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[trekmupf]

"We're all mad here" 🐇👸🔫🐯

Pro

The famous massage intro

Sulu and McCoy taking a lovely little walk together

Sulu is such a botany nerd; I love these small character moments

McCoy thinking he's loosing his last marbles

Spock literally thinking that humans go on shore leave to run up and down meadows like dogs

The way Kirk smiles when he thinks Bones is pranking him is lovely

Kirk's facial journey when he realizes McCoy and Spock played him

The first time Kirk calls McCoy Bones

The way the running is filmed and the way they run – and boy do they run in this episode

Sulu, gun enthusiast

The easy friendship between Kirk and McCoy- the way they joke and laugh with each other is so beautiful

McCoy is so beautiful in this episode, I could screenshot every second. He smiles so much and is so at ease, I mean

Continuing what we know from E3 Kirk wasn't the super cool Bro at the academy but actually the bookworm people bullied

Kirk saying that Ruth hasn't aged a day since they last were together ages ago, and the actress being the same age as Shatner when we see her... canon Kirk being into older woman okay.

McCoy rolled a natural 20 on charisma

me @ yeoman Borrows being super into McCoy's flirting: same girl same

Also I actually like that for once McCoy is the one having a little romance and getting to flirt / be desired, which is rare (because he's older and not the leading man; Tumblr, of course, disagrees)

every time the tiger is on screen I remember that Shatner literally wanted to fight it and it makes me laugh

fake character death trope! (also Bones is a beautiful corpse)

Spock like no offence lady, I'm to gay for this, Spock out

“Did you have fun guys?” “Yes we did Mr Spock” wink emoji implied, like you guys know it sounds like you had group sex right

the setting and scenery is beautiful and a nice change

the score underlines the whimsy and lightness of the episode

the premise is so silly but works well. I miss episodes like this on modern TV, just some downtime with no large scale danger, war or plot, just silly crew shenanigans that gives us more time to spend with our guys

sometimes Sci-fi has great special effects, and sometimes they just hold an antenna really close to the camera and call it a day and I love that

I'm Yeoman Borrows; Look at him being all happy

Con

McCoy's death has no lasting impact on anyone, it's just a short time plot device and then gets shelved for more adventure / silly time; Even though he does come back, I wish it wouldn't have been so trivialized here

weird wind chime sound effects of the planet

Finnegan as a character is super obnoxious and too over the top (which is saying something in the episode with Alice in wonderland)

especially the second confrontation takes ages, especially as we now have more pressing matters in the narrative

treatment of yeoman Borrows (We already know weird things are going on based on what McCoy saw, yet Kirk doesn't believe her and shows zero empathy towards her distress), also her main purpose is damsel in distress

Kirk is a bit slow to unravel the mystery and almost stupid at times? It might be excused by him using the opportunity to let go of his responsibility and being with Angela / letting out his anger with Finnegan

the amount of references and jumping between visions is too jumbled and all over the place, which is why the pacing is off. some bits are so short, they'd better be cut (Rodriguez side adventure) and some just go on (Finnegan)

Counter: Shirt rip Kirk

Quote: "You've got your problems, I've got mine. But he's got ours, plus his, plus 430 other people" - McCoy about Kirk Moment: Opening Scene, where Kirk thinks Spock is massaging him and being super uncomfortable when its a female crew member

Summary: Silly and light episode with no deeper meaning but some great character moments, funny scenes and further development of the interpersonal relationships

In another universe this is a classical painting

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[sadjestergirll]

⚠️ SPOILERS + THEORY FOR THE NEW WELCOME HOME UPDATE ⚠️

hello! this is my first post on tumblr, so I’m not sure how exactly to use this app very well but, just a note before I get started, I also have a YouTube channel, where I posted this theory on, i do not want to give away my channel on here though! If that’s okay!

. . .

I’m unsure if I’m overanalysing things, but hopefully you guys understand this theory and it makes sense to you! again, I could just be overanalysing, but these are genuinely just my personal thoughts!

first off, info on where I found the 2nd, 3rd and 4th photo from, basically if you go to the website and go to the “the playfellow exhibition” section, scroll till you see the bundle of photos and keep scrolling until you find the “welcome home Worksheet” image with a picture of Wally on it, then click on the image and either if you’re on laptop it’ll come up on the right side (I think) or if you’re on phone It’ll show up at the bottom, you then click the line that looks like an answer box and then it takes you to something that looks like a vault, click one of the buttons and it’ll ask you to enter a password, the password is BSPJW, then you should be taken to the place I’ll be talking about in this post! ✨

. . .

anyways, onto the theory I’ve made!

so, I’ve come up with a theory that wally might actually be the victim and it’s the re-searchers that are trying to uncover welcome home that are the bad people, like Amanda the adventurer and Hameln, people believe that Amanda is evil when really it was the company that was evil!

and this theory is basically going to be a bit like that, what if the re-searchers are actually the bad people? what if home and Wally are actually completely innocent and it’s just the re-searchers? as it seems to appear that welcome home was an ‘old TV show’ that nobody remembers apart from these so called ‘re-searchers’, the proof is mainly in photo 3, I believe the person who wrote that is one of the re-searchers, “maybe that’s why nobody has ever heard of WH”, this confirms that people don’t seem to remember welcome home apart from this re-searcher.

. . .

moving onto photo 2, the highlighted words, now I cant put my finger between if this is wally saying this or if it’s the re-searcher, because I mainly believe the other highlighted words are indeed wally, as photo 5 says “- wally darling” which appears to make it sound like wally, before I explain why I think it’s Wally, if you guys cannot read what it says in photo 2, i tried to read what it says, and it says . . .

“everything is so disgusting to touch, sometimes the mail doesn’t come for weeks, I want to rip into everything I have. my head feels so muddled too. ever since I opened that envelope.” . . .

. . .

now on quote “sometimes the mail doesn’t come for weeks” I have a feeling this is implying that something has happened to Eddie, since he is known as the “mailman”.

now anyways, back to why i believe this could be wally, basically in photo 4 it seems as if the re-searchers have found a wally puppet, now I have a feeling that the wally puppet could secretly be alive and it is actually wally but wally is playing d3@d due to the fact that the re-searchers might be dangerous people, I also think this is how wally gets onto the website and tries to contact the viewer, because if the owners of the website have the real wally, then wally must be able to sneak around and get a hold of the website, which is why it seems to appear that wally is the ONLY puppet in welcome home that seems to be able to interact with the viewer.

I also believe that wally trying to contact the viewer means he is crying for help, he is trying to hint that something awful has happened and he needs help with something, but it seems as if he has to keep it subtle, because if he gets caught, he could put himself in danger., this could also be why wally keeps repeatedly saying things like “can you see me?” “I can see you” etc, because he is trying to control the website and get possible help, and he believes the only way to get help is to try and hide secrets within the website to contact the viewer and try to speak with whoever is viewing the page.

. . .

but the question is, what happened to the other neighbors? where are they? and simply, I don’t quite know but I do remember this one welcome home theory I had seen on YouTube a while back, where the person stated that If you go into the “neighbourhood!” page and click on all the characters, it talks about ALL the characters in the past tense apart from wally, for example, it would say “wally IS” and for the others it would say something like “barnaby WAS”, and it literally talks about everyone in the past tense apart from wally.

why I think this is happening? because I believe that they are talking in the past tense for the other characters is because they haven’t FOUND them yet, in photo 4 it appears that the re-searchers have found wally, which is why they most likely talk in the present tense for ONLY wally, so I believe that the other characters are missing, either they’re just missing or something bad has happened to them, and the re-searchers have not found them yet, meaning this could be why they are making it sound like the other neighbors ‘no-longer’ exist.

. . .

In summery, I basically think that wally is alive and he is controlling part of the website— while the re-searchers are putting information into the website, wally is sneakily going on and hiding secrets, trying to warn the viewer and make the viewer realise that he needs help and that welcome home is not just a ‘sweet little neighbourhood’ that’s completely ‘safe’. and like I’ve also mentioned, I believe that the other neighbors are currently missing and the re-searchers are trying to hunt them down and find them, as that’s the re-searchers purpose, they’re trying to find the missing pieces of welcome home so they can ‘prove’ to people that welcome home was a ‘real’ TV show.

. . .

anyways, this is just a theory of course and I’m not in any way trying to say that this is canon or is true, it is just my thoughts and opinions and what these things look like to me, as there are many theories already, and although I feel like wally could be a victim, there is also a lot of proof that wally could be evil too.

but anyways, I hope this post made sense to you and you guys enjoy my theory! 💗

[celestivlgvlvxy]

Four Pearls

This is a sort of continuation of this post where I talked about the changes regarding the solstice deadline, but this time I want to speculate a bit about the pearls and how I feel it will effect the larger storyline.

If you have read the original book, you would know that Percy originally only received three pearls from the nereid and Poseidon. The show gives him four. Let's talk about it.

So spoilers for PJO TV and the original PJO books! It's a long one.

There's a lot of speculation about what this means for Sally and "You will fail to save what matters most in the end." I still think they're going to fail to save Sally.

The prophecy: I have a hard time seeing the thing that matters most is not Sally. I have doubts that Percy's going to save her.

The preview: The preview for episode 7 shows Percy and Grover arguing:

Percy: "After we get the bolt, you guys are leaving…with my mom." Grover: "What about you? What about you?" … Percy: "Hold fast, Mom."

Based on how this line is delivered, I think this might be Percy telling Grover and Annabeth to leave thee Underworld with Sally. He pauses before he says "with my mom", which makes me feel like that hesitation means that Percy is relunctantly doing something once again. The way Grover reacts makes it seem like Percy is staying behind and he doesn't have a plan to get out.

He tells Sally to "hold fast" which we know is something that she tells Percy. The last time we hear this quote is when Sally leaves to distract the Minotaur and they're separated. I think Percy is telling Sally to hold on just a little longer because he can't save her.

The nereid: If you pay attention to what the nereid is telling Percy, you'd notice something a little odd.

Percy: "There's four of them." Nereid: "Save the world. And then go save your mother."

I don't think it's a mistake that she tells Percy to save the world first. She doesn't even tell Percy what the pearls are for, that's how the episode ends. If the intention of giving him the pearls was really about saving Sally, the emphasis would have gone on "save your mother."

So if the pearls aren't for Sally, what are they for?

I think they're testing Percy.

In my previous post, I talked a lot about how many, if not all, of the trio's major failures during their quest was because of the gods' interference. We are not meant to like the gods—they're setting it up so that down the line, we are more sympathetic to Luke's cause.

More importantly, it sets up Percy to be moree sympathetic to Luke's cause.

But Poseidon gives Percy four pearls. Poseidon actually waited for Percy to show up himself. With each episode, we are given little details to make us think that Poseidon is the god to be rooting for.

However, if you look a little deeper into his actions, Poseidon is not the perfect parent. Percy said it himself, Poseidon didn't acknowledge him until he needed something from Percy.

I believe Poseidon / the gods are testing Percy. The gifts from the gods don't come free.

Asking for Athena's assistance came at the cost of the Chimera.

Getting (relunctant) help from Ares nearly killed Percy if Annabeth didn't change Hephaestus' mind.

Seeking out Hermes for transportation caused them to miss the deadline.

What will these pearls cost?

Don't forget this quote from the book either:

When I reached the beach, my clothes dried instantly. I told Grover and Annabeth what had happened, and showed them the pearls.  Annabeth grimaced. “No gift comes without a price.”  “They were free.”  “No.” She shook her head. “‘There is no such thing as a free lunch.’ That’s an ancient Greek saying that translated pretty well into American. There will be a price. You wait.” (The Lightning Thief, "We Shop for Waterbeds")

I think Poseidon knows he will fail and he's not telling Percy. It's a test of his fatal flaw: personal loyalty.

Who will Percy choose? Annabeth and Grover or his mom? The world?

The entire quest, Percy had little to no agency in the big decisions. He does not want to go on this quest. Annabeth is in charge, Athena, Ares, Hades, Zeus, and Hephaestus all nearly killed him. Hermes stalls them.

The deadline has passed and they failed. But Percy chooses to move forward. He chooses his mom, he chooses to continue. Percy is taking matters into his own hands.

The price is Sally Jackson and Percy is not going to be happy about it.

In the long run, I think Percy is going to be facing a lot of difficult choices. Choices that will justify him being bitter towards the gods. Choices that will justify him becoming like Luke, the same way Annabeth could've been Medusa in another life.

And isn't that kind of the point?

Percy is not Luke. He's not like them. He has every single reason to turn his back on the gods. He has every single reason to overthrow them. But he doesn't. Every single day, every single decision, Percy chooses to not be like Luke. But he gets it. He understands why Luke did what he did.

The writers are writing the show with the knowledge of what is to come. Percy's bitter, but he's not Luke.

He's going to be given reasons to be bitter and it starts with the pearls. But what will make Percy different? What will make him better?

[valeisaslut]

hi! i'm usually a quiet reader but i can confidently say collide is one of the best works of fiction i've ever laid my eyes on, so i absolutely needed to reach out and give you my most sincere compliments. your writing style is remarkable, especially considering you're not even a native speaker, and i hope you continue to pursue your passion. no matter where it leads you in life, which i hope is far (in whatever way you deem fit), may your creativity never cease to exist and evolve.

i was just listening to one of my favorite artists to ever set foot on earth and i thought the lyrics could be applied to ellie and reader's dynamic, specifically from the latter's point of view. i'll take the freedom to quote the lines that might apply to them the most in my opinion, correcting the pronouns to enhance my point.

*"sleeping naked when it gets too hot"* - it made me think about how many times they've held each other both figuratively and literally bare in hotel rooms, where it would get too hot to handle anything (even the thinnest layer of fabric) but their skin separating them.

*"i watched her show her love*

*through shades of black and blue"* - how ellie opened up her heart to reader and decided to strain every part of herself that told her not to, all the while going through one of the hardest battles against both herself and addiction, which has slowly bruised her to the point of becoming impossible to hide. it also made me think about the marks her hands would leave on reader's body throughout their intercourses, showcasing the depth of her emotions in a way words never could've.

*"starting fights at the bar across the street*

*like you do"* - that's literally ellie. no cap.

*"the neighbors beat on the walls*

*while i'm face-first in the bed*

*show me how much i mean to you*

*while i'm lying in these sheets undressed"* - these lines are pretty much self-explanatory. i simply couldn't *not* think of them.

*"i'd hold the gun*

*if you asked me to"* - how reader would quite literally kill for ellie, or even sacrifice her own self if that meant going out knowing that the person she loves the most in the world is safe.

*"trouble's always gonna find you, baby*

*but so will i*

*crying only because i'm happy*

*hold me across every state line*

*i'm never gonna leave you, baby*

*even if you lose what's left of your mind*

*'cause you know i'll be right there beside you*

*riding through all these western nights*" - reader is always willing to be there for ellie. no matter how hard it gets, trying to put up with the frenzy that the life she chose entails and her lover's self-destructiveness, she'll always be by her side to hopefully mitigate the dread.

*"crying in the light of the TV static*

*i'll still be alright*

*clinging onto you like some love-blind addict*

*i'll be screaming your name*

*past the gas stations, trailing down the interstate*

*please, don't love how i need you*

*and know that one day, you and i could be okay"* - this reminded me of reader going through a hard time after realizing that love can't always be enough. but also, deep down, hoping all that consuming affection and care will, sooner or later, make things just a little more *bearable* for ellie, even if it's through indirect help (her contacting joel). believing that the woman she's loved unconditionally will get to see a *future*, one way or another. that there's a future where *both* of them get to live with less of a burden on their shoulders.

the song in question is Western Nights by Ethel Cain, just in case you wanted to check it out yourself. sorry for the long message, but i hope it brought you some joy and encouraged you to never stop believing in yourself and your undeniable talent. <3

oh my god. i just sat with this message and let it wash over me like a wave. truly. i don’t even know where to begin—the fact that you took the time to write this, to tie such a stunning piece of music so carefully to ellie and reader’s relationship, to speak so kindly about my writing… i’m honestly floored!

western nights is already a song that guts me, but reading your interpretation of it through the lens of collide? it cracked something open. every lyric you picked felt like it had been written for them. you saw them in those words, in the aching and the intimacy and the quiet devastation of loving someone so much it hurts—and you articulated it with such tenderness and insight that i felt like i was reading a secret chapter of my own story.

“i watched her show her love through shades of black and blue” — you got ellie. that’s her love language, whether she wants it to be or not. and that line, paired with the marks she leaves (physically, emotionally, spiritually), hit like a knife.

“i’d hold the gun if you asked me to” — this IS reader. the devotion. the ride-or-die energy. the desperation to protect ellie from a world she keeps throwing herself into.

“please, don’t love how i need you” — that one broke me. because that’s the part of their love that hurts the most—the need. the way it twists into dependence. and yet, still, that hope for someday. for okay. that’s collide’s heartbeat.

and beyond that… your words to me? they made me cry. truly. i’m not a native speaker, and this story has stretched me in every way—creatively, emotionally, even physically. sometimes i doubt myself so deeply i feel like disappearing. but then a message like this comes along, and it brings me home to myself again.

thank you. for your heart. your thoughtfulness. your quiet presence that still means so much to me. this was more than just a compliment—this was a gift. and i’m keeping it close forever.

🤍

[thefugitivedoctorweek2025]

FAQs and Rules

There really aren't many hard rules for entries to the Fugitive Doctor Week. The main two are:

The fugitive Doctor has to appear or be discussed in your work

NO AI "ART". AI art is theft. If you enter AI art or writing, you get blocked.

And the slightly softer rules:

Tag nsfw as such

Try to tag spoilers and characters involved in your contributions so people can avoid them if necessary

plus some impulses to

Reblog entries to spread awesome art and meta

Leave comments or tags to say thank you and compliment the creators

Tag your friends that you think might enjoy the works so they can share in the fun!

But to answer some questions pre-emptively, here are some things you might be wondering about:

How do I enter works?

Just post them and either tag this blog (@thefugitivedoctorweek2025) or tag the post as fugitivedoctorweek2025

Is the event based solely on the TV show or is eu material allowed ?

Any source material is allowed, just please tag spoilers. Especially for newer works like the new big finish box set (-s, should the one in July already be out, which I doubt).

Am I allowed to include [this character] the fugitive Doctor has never met in canon?

Please do. Yes. 100% yes. This is what this is secretly about, I want to see her hang out with Jamie or Martha or blow up stuff with Ace or meet a Clara-echo so bad.

Are shipping fics/art allowed?

Allowed and encouraged.

Is gen fic/art (non-shipping content) allowed?

Allowed and encouraged.

Are AUs or crossovers allowed?

Absolutely, and any type of AU is strongly encouraged. There is only a slight chance if you make a crossover piece that I won't look at it bc I have the other source material blocked for spoilers. I'll still do my best to reblog it, though.

Is [this type of art work] allowed? How about meta analysis?

Yes! This is for ANY kind of art. (Except for AI. Which isn't art.) And we love to see meta, too!

Can I also enter something I have already posted before if it fits within a prompt?

Yes, totally, we are here to celebrate old works, too. Do feel invited to make something new on top of that, though ;)

Help, I can't work with the prompts for the day! What do I do?

Honestly, the prompts are meant as inspiration. You are invited to use as many of them as you like, but you can just as well go off of the quote or just a vibe. No one's judging or grading this <3

Are OCs/reader inserts/self inserts/etc allowed?

Anything is allowed. As long as it involves the fugitive Doctor and you have made it yourself, you may create whatever you like.

Do I need to post my entry on tumblr or can I post it on ao3/wattpad/etc?

You do not need to make a tumblr post. However, since I don't have much experience hosting - and exclusively am familiar with ao3 - I have made a collection on ao3 that you can post works to, but that's about as much as I can offer. If you would like to give me permission to make a tumblr post for your work, just dm me with the link and I will make a "further contributions" post once a day linking to all works that can be found off the site.

You haven't reblogged my contribution. Is there anything wrong with it?

Uhm - well either it is not the right date yet and I am holding out for the right moment, I just haven't gotten round to it yet today or I probably have made an honest mistake. In any case, just shoot me a message and I'll get back to you asap! Don't be shy to notify me, I do get things messed up easily and I know from my own experience you might feel like a bother, but you aren't. Promise <3

Anything else?

Please come to my ask box or just include your question in a reblog :)

[knightotoc]

The Fall of the House of Usher spoilers:

I was wondering if there were any way for any member of Roderick's family to escape from their curse. The deal is that "your bloodline dies with you;" "bloodline" seems like a precise word, but there are a couple interesting qualifiers in this (unreliable Google) definition:

The first thing that stands out here is that "bloodline" is a modern word, increasing in use, not the kind of ancient language you'd expect in a demonic contract with an immortal being. If this timeline is correct, Verna wouldn't have been making deals using this exact phrasing in the past; the one with Roderick might be the first one.

The second thing to consider is the example phrase: "the survival of a legitimate royal bloodline." "Legitimate" and "royal" often contradict "bloodline;" all three concepts are social constructs that depend upon a culture's definition of fatherhood, motherhood, law, and power.

A king might have illegitimate kids but invent a new religion to make them legitimate, like with Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. Or a queen might have illegitimate kids and keep their true father a secret, like the James Hewitt rumor. Medieval upper classes in Europe and Japan commonly adopted/raised each other's kids to maintain a peaceful balance of power.

Modern ideas about genetics are based in science, but deals with the devil certainly are not. The Ushers made the deal in 1979, and the technology for and social trust in paternity testing did not become common until the late 80s.

What makes this curse so particularly twisted is the same thing that makes the TV show so fantastic: Roderick did have many illegitimate kids, but he claimed them all and made them his heirs. If he had been ignorant of or rejected his illegitimate kids, would they have been safe from the curse? In my opinion, yes.

The question reminds me of the phrase, "Blood is thicker than water," which is a misinterpretation of the Biblical quote, "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." The former means genetic family is stronger than social bonds, while the latter means the opposite. Both phrases and Verna's deal invoke "blood" as the source of their power, but they all mean it in a different way.

The "covenant" of the Ushers, Roderick's promise of wealth and power in exchange for obedience, is signed in blood -- the misery and deaths of all the innocent victims of Ligodone. This tragedy has a far greater social, physical, and spiritual impact on the world than the fact that a handful of people have similar genetics.

I think if a character truly wanted to escape this "bloodline," they could. It would be difficult, but people have been rejecting their families for as long as families have been worth rejection. It makes me think of Ruth in the Old Testament ("where you go, I will go"), or Elon Musk's daughter, who changed not only her first name but her last.

The most tragic aspect of this possibility of escape is that it would still be impossible for many people, especially children. In the show, the only character who I think would escape this way is Lenore, but the curse comes too quickly. If she only had five more years, she might have been able to create a new identity for herself.

I love stories of inescapable tragedy, and it breaks my heart that Lenore's fate reflects the reality of so many kids trapped in bad families, so I appreciate what her death means. I wouldn't want to change anything in the show, and I don't think my interpretation cheapens the curse, just adds to it.

A final story that I want to consider is the recent Bob Marley biopic "One Love," which has a motif of a childhood vision of a pith-helmeted horseman in a burning field of sugarcane. At first, this horseman is his white father who rejected him, but eventually he transforms into Haile Selassie, the Messiah of Rastafarianism. While Marley is able to escape the mental hold his father had over him, the movie also implies that Marley inherited a rare form of cancer from him, which led to his early death. It's not demonic, but it is still unfair.

[lee-sanghyeok]

Some thoughts on the trailer film: Mysterious 20!

Prior to the release of the trailer film, we only got the promo, in which we just got these shots:

An old blackberry laying in a puddle and counting to 20 in green lettering. Someone snatching it from the ground as they're running, with others running behind them. Myself and others speculated it would have to do with themes of time travel, references to the Matrix and Back To The Future given the title, "1999", and that the music would pay homage to 90s pop and hiphop.

Now we got the full trailer.

Immediately, it's clear that we're in the early 2000s. Woonhak is wearing an outfit that's 2000s-inspired, he's wearing old headphones. The website that Woonhak opens on the old Blackberry is clearly a Web 1.0 site.

The website is named "Twenty", which the trailer says stands for fear and hope. Looking at numerology, it claims that the number also symbolises balance, harmony, the promise of success, as well as fresh starts in terms of relationships.

On the website, you see in the sidebar 'Nietzsche', which is a crazy reference, but makes me believe they're going to allude to him in a certain way? Either say his name directly in a lyric, or quote him. One of his famous quotes is, “Without music, life would be a mistake.” In general, he's one of the Big Modern Thinkers of the Western world known for his radical takes on culture, religion, death, and so on.

The website changes again and this time we see "MONEY POWER GREED" in red and white right above the avatar, and "STOP LIVING PAY CHECK TO PAY CHECK" below. Do these pop-ups potentially hint at themes that'll be discussed in the EP? Who fucking knows!

The avatar talking to Woonhak calls the phone "this super laptop" which is weird since it's just a Blackberry. This once again enforces we're in the early 2000s where this is new and exciting, sort of like the advent of the smartphone.

Then we see Riwoo and Leehan playing with the Wii and with older box tv's behind them. The Wii came out in 2006 and they're playing in a video game store as opposed to at home, so we can assume it's legit 2006 and they're testing out the console.

The news anchor then reveals an IT company made sure a nineteen-year-old found the Blackberry. That's why it's Woonhak that found it and not one of the other members. Something about the age nineteen is important; it's asking us to pay attention.

What is so special about nineteen and the advent of becoming twenty? Is it the death of Teen Age? Is it about the turn of the century when people had anxieties about technology (aka Y2K) and thought all computers would stop working because the date has to descend from '99' to '00'?

"The countdown to twenty has begun," says the news anchor.

The tv that Sungho and Jaehyun are watching the news on is from 2002. The Wii got released in 2006. Woonhak is legit turning 20 this year.

This new concept and era of their music takes place in 2006, the year Woonhak was born.

Then all hell breaks loose. Other anonymous nineteen year olds try and steal the 'super laptop' from Woonhak as they all believe something incredible or marvelous will happen once the countdown hits 20. Then a news anchor calls the 'super laptop' a Pandora's Box, which is something that at first can be seen as a valuable present, but is something cursed in reality.

We can surmise that all the nineteen year old people want this super laptop because they believe it holds valuable information on how to become 20, on how to successfully start adulthood and be the best. That is has the answers of the universe. But the reality might be a lot more grim as adulthood is a lot more complex then some laptop can explain.

In the end, they're surrounded by the mob and caught by someone in a helicopter. Details on Sungho's car show us "20th Anniversary" and "Nice". Nice is one of the album versions we'll be getting!

When they're about to be attacked and the countdown is close to twenty, we see the boys surrounding and protecting Woonhak. They're all older than him and know what lies ahead, and so they must save him from the mob and from whatever this 'superlaptop' will do.

That's where the trailer ends.

So, as I've previously discussed with Allison, I think we were correct to think that this new era is about the Self. They've explored the idea of a relationship in their first trilogy, which was all about The Other Person. But now it's about themselves, about growing up, about age what it means to Come Of Age. About the anxieties of ending your teenage years, of what you're losing and can't return to, of what you're possibly gaining.

I think this album will be very introspective in a way that suits boynextdoor and their way of writing! It'll still be fun and fresh and loud and creative, but it'll focus on themselves as opposed to someone else.

Also! Fun little detail! This shot implies that Sungho can drive and, therefore, has a driver's license! Though time isn't linear in bonedo lore, they have grown and now can drive as opposed to in their song 'Serenade' wherein they made it explicitly clear they didn't have a license or a car!

That's all!

[adultswim2021]

Childrens Hospital #7: “No One Can Replace Her” | August 29, 2010 - 10:30PM | S02E02

You guy, this is finally the time I update the blog and start doing it nice again :)

Childrens Hospital is doing plot, and the plot is just crazy: Lola comes back and reveals that she is alive. Lake Bell sits on Kroll’s Show-er (not grower) and makes him DIE (he is now fully elderly and pronounces days of the week in an old-timer way). Lake Bell apparently passes on (huh?). Blake Downs shows up at the end, and so does Malin Ackerman, who is now on the show as Lake Bell’s replacement. What on earth will happen next. I hope it’s something that is self-contained and episodic, personally. 

There’s fun stuff in this. There are cameos from the MEN of Upright Citizens Brigade. There’s the g-g-g-g-ghost joke, which I remember people quoting a bit after this aired and pretending that they didn’t just steal it from this. The scene where Lake Bell has sex with the childish but elderly Nick Kroll had some very funny jokes in it. Ken Marino announcing Lake Bell’s time of death as “10PM, 9 Central” was great. You know? I mildly appreciate this show, okay? I think the barrage of wacky jokes can be a little tiring, but a lot of the jokes are real strong. 

This one ends with an “extra”, which hearkens back to season one’s custom of ending with little direct-to-camera bits where Rob Corrdy plays himself talking to the audience. I think it’s a different take with a different gag? It’s the one where the “real” Blake Downs (meaning he’s supposed to be the real-life person the character is based on) is being interviewed and he’s simply too sleepy to speak (I can relate!)! In this variation (maybe??? I don’t feel like checking the other episode sorry!!!) David Wain tries to stand behind him and do his voice. 

MAIL BAG:

I lack time-management skills to make this blog a priority for me, or worth reading for you. Sorry, everyone. I'm trying to fix it.

you may speak your mind, urkel doll.

what the hell I"m not a doll I'm a big guy

gotta agree with that last mailbag, papercraft historical figures is total schizo behavior

You are the one doing crazy behavior and I've had it.

Since you are done with space ghost can you do family guy as your next end of year break thing. I've been watching it a lot more and the part in the pilot where Brian goes "ass ahoy" as he passes by peter is so funny. Check it out.

I respect family guy and think Peter is real, so maybe

(french stewart holding his hands up beside his head) incoming mailbag about the peter griffin family

YUP!

What's your take on the latest goings on in adult animation?

Too many weirdos making shows. They are all mocking us with their crimes. It's this very weird thing where cartoons are now nervously doing GI Joe PSA-levels of virtue signalling about how it's bad to do ironic misogyny while the people who created those shows are getting busted for picking off teenage girls with a sniper rifle. I mean, I guess. I don't actually know I don't watch TV

Yeah, conversations is a rough episode, its not as fun as decoys. Thankfully there is still some surprises left in store before this show careens off a cliff with "the lean in season".

I am dreading season three because the lean does piss me off a lot. Too pissed off to answer the rest of my bag. "you can read the whole bag"

dont make me mad

Sorry

If you won't say anything about Scott Pilgrim vs. The Animation than I will: I still haven't seen it, is it good? Have you played the videogame?

I never played the video game, no. The animation, it really does just feel like a promotional thing/extra and doesn't really merit a full write-up in my opinion, which is why I pivoted towards just reviewing the film instead. It just feels like a part of a bigger thing, and I don't know if I would've particularly wanted a fuller version of that. I might now, though, because I saw the movie and thought everyone was cute!!