#i always start crying during jawbreaker but i just start crying more here

[septfair]

your lucky number is 7, you will soar to great heights, be sure to ride the cyclone.

[lazywriter7]

shades of happiness

Summary: Part of the journey is the end.

Steve Rogers considers his many possible endings, and chooses one.

Warnings for major character death

It’s always been the shade that caught his eye the quickest.

In a set of pastels, blocky and chalky-soft and colour staining on his fingertips – always the pop of red towards the end that his gaze drifted to, where it lingered. The colour that could change the very way you looked at things – like when sunrise lit the tenements of Brooklyn in rose-gold-cinnabar, gleaming off bicycle pedals that used to look dusty and camouflaging the cracks in sour-cream building walls, clothes left over on the lines at night flapping gently in the wind – like filtering it all through this shade could alter reality itself.

(Reality, that makes one of six–)

Steve had a weakness for it, for red. Any time one of his paintings looked a touch too dull, like the colours had been leached of their potency, like everything was too drab, too still (too dead), his brush strayed towards the red tube of paint. A dab here and a highlight there, and it was like the painting became a new creature – vivid and kinetic, the richness of the hue enhancing the brighter shades of yellow and orange, adding depth into the darkness of browns and blacks. It was always on his palette, he couldn’t imagine picturing a world without…

“Steve.”

He shook with it, the startlement. He blinked his eyes. Peggy smiled at him from across the diner booth, chestnut-hair shining in the light and victory suit as perfectly pressed as when he’d first met her. “You were gone there, for a while.”

“I was.” Steve said, and there was something about that that wasn’t quite right. Spoken too lightly, frivolous and easy. Lacking the import that words like that deserved.

But Peggy seemed to pay that no note and only smiled wider. Steve was braced for the breathstopping, jawbreaking clench of longing the sight brought – the corners of her quirked lips, the dip of her lower lip where the skin always seemed to be chapped and flaking. The carmine slash of her lipstick.

Red.

“Nice place, isn’t it.” Peggy tilted her chin, dark eyes flitting over the light fixtures and checkered décor.

It’s very seventies, Steve wanted to say – the foreignness of the thought prickled at him. It was… it was out of place, in this picture-perfect scene, out of time, because he’d never have known to have the thought if not for pop-culture and watching movies about the seventies in the futu–

So something else escaped his tongue instead. “Sometimes, I’d think about if I was just imagining it too… too sunny. Too bright. What would’ve happened if I’d never gone down in the ice.”

A shining image, through rose-tinted glasses. There was something about that too, which rattled at the shadowy edges of his mind; tinted glasses, tinted glasses and dark eyes–

(Dark eyes, bare for the taking. “Liar.”)

“Was the end of war. Couldn’t have been all sunshine and roses.” And for all of his heartache, he’d gotten to skip that part, hadn’t he? Hadn’t had to live with the aftermath. Bombed out streets, diners that were looking a lot emptier, hollow smiles and haunted eyes, empty chairs at the kitchen table.

Except he did live with it, just not at that particular time. Steve cleared his throat, dry to the bone, something like ash lingering at the back of his tongue. “I had to… had to carry on, for five years after. At times, it was harder than the ice.”

But Peggy only smiled on, uncharacteristic, shine of white teeth like something lacquered over. “Have some water, dear, you sound parched.”

The light seeping through the windows caught in his eyes, near-blinding. Steve raised a hand to shield them – was the sun setting? “Must’ve been hard for you to go through that all alone, after the war. Don’t know how you managed it.”

When he’d blinked the spots out of his eyes, the diner seemed faded – though still bathed in coloured light. Peggy had stopped smiling, though her eyes were still kind. “I wasn’t alone.”

Of course. For all that it had gotten dimmer, the world also seemed clearer at the edges. Like a hazy picture beginning to resolve, showing all its grainy details, cracks in the wall. Steve breathed in the stillness, breathed in the dust. “How’re the husband and kids, Peg?”

Peggy blinked, dark lashes batting through the stillness. She wasn’t wearing a ring. “Steve, I don’t know what you’re–

No, the sun wasn’t setting. But the dimmed light had gone awfully red, casting shadows across Peggy’s cheekbones, creeping across the diner table that was somehow too solid and yet not enough under Steve’s numb fingers. “Peg.”

“They’re.” Peggy hitched a breath. Cast in unearthly scarlet or no, she still looked like Steve’s best dream. “It hasn’t happened yet, but… they’ll be. They’re.. doing really well.”

Behind her glossy locks, Steve could see the diner fracturing – jagged shards of light cleaving through the vinyl booths, checkered floor, white tiling on the counters. His breath was shaking along with it, sucked clean out of his chest like an asthma attack of old, fingers digging into the table– “I never stopped loving you.”

“Me neither, darling.” The words sounded thick in her throat, but Peggy wasn’t crying. She leaned forward, cupped her warm palms over his whitening fingers, “Always.”

Then why. Why did they have to, why couldn’t this be–

(“I needed you. You said ‘together’, and–”)

“You’ve worked so hard. Been… unmeasurably brave, done so much.” Peggy’s eyes glistened with the warmth of a thousand setting suns. “I couldn’t be prouder.”

“I could… I could do it again. Here.” Work at it, at belonging to this time again. It couldn’t hurt as much, couldn’t claw at his throat with the hollowness of it more than the first go around. “With you.”

“Oh, but sweetheart.” Peggy raised soft fingers, leaned enough to ghost them over the back of Steve’s neck, catching at the flyway strands of a haircut she’d never gotten to see. “You’ve already done your time someplace else.”

The light blazed, and the world winked out.

~

 The air pumped through his chest, hard and heavy, throat dry with gasping. His hands were braced on his thighs, view obscured to the gap between them – sweat-slick fringe whipping in his eyes when he bent over and tried to regain his breath.

“Sloppy, sloppy.” A voice teased – Steve jerked his head upright and saw red.

Not the long, straightened sheet of locks he’d gotten used to during D.C.; not even the braid she’d started putting her hair in in the past five years when her roots started growing out. No, Natasha’s hair was scarlet, violently red – and done in the short bob he’d grown to know when they’d first met, and when they trained the Avengers at the compound together.

Which was where they were now, maybe – there were mats under their feet and the training equipment around them looked halfway familiar; somewhere in between what had been in the SHIELD barracks and the Avengers facility gym. On the wall behind, off to the corner of his vision: the edge of a logo set into the plaster gleamed metallic under the afternoon light.

(“That’s what we do, right? The A-vengers? We lost, we–”

“You giving up on the fight, Rogers?” Natasha stretched her hands above her head, jet black leather-and-Kevlar creaking with the motion; rolled the joints in her neck, hair clinging to sweaty skin. “Misery of existence getting you down?”

It was a sharp, sharp jab – Steve heaved a breath and laughed with it, laughed till his eyes were faintly blurring and his chest hurt. Straightened up, meeting twinkling green eyes that he’d thought once upon a time, were cold and unreadable. “You’re not getting off that easy, Romanov.”

“You sure?” Natasha mocked, and the affection of it was raw salt and soothing balm all at once. “You’ve been looking pretty bummed lately. Maybe you should go back to bed, rest those old, creaky joints.”

Steve’s feet were moving – he’d fallen into the dance, the pattern, unaware of even making the first step, the two of them circling each other around the ring. How many times had they done this? He should’ve… he should’ve kept count.

“It’s always the same with you millennials. Life is hard, it always is.” Steve’s gloves creaked as he flexed his fingers, boots gleaming cherry red just at the edge of his sight. The old uniform – now that was a different touch. “Don’t know about you, but I’ve got plenty in my life to get outta bed for.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard this one before.” Natasha didn’t roll her eyes, the gesture far too pedestrian for her – and Steve knew that, now and during the course of… ten? Ten years. “The future isn’t really that bad, the internet is such a useful resource, do you know how dangerous polio used to be–”

Oh, but it was far more nuanced than that. In moments, that yawned long and crushingly heavy, the future seemed nothing more than a wasteland. And yet, here was a friend grinning at him from across the ring, and his breath shivered in his chest with the realisation, a truth sitting in his chest too simple to ignore – “I’ve got more than that.”

(“You trust me, right?”)

Natasha stilled. Behind the shield of banter, the fond, biting grin – Steve could see now that her eyes were too bright. Gleaming with a layer of something liquid and unspilled, eyes reddening – streaks crawling in from the corners, overwhelming the whites. “Yeah?”

“Chatting with Mr. Patel at the bodega three miles away. Helping Wanda control her powers.” It was like feeling the dark give way, lightness stealing in – till his vision was wrecked with it, till keeping his eyes closed was no longer an option. “Morning runs with Sam. Sparring with you.”

Natasha’s smile settled into the crinkles of her eyes, a colourless drop leaking out the side and vanishing into the curve of her cheek. Her voice was ever-so-slightly hoarse, and in that moment more tempting than any Black Widow act she’d ever put on. “You can keep this, if you want. Keep all of this.”

The Avengers logo blazed on the wall behind her head, the corner of the A obscured by her curls. It felt, for a second, that his knees might give way after all.

Steve stayed standing. “You can’t.”

There was something trickling down from Natasha’s temple – a thin line of scarlet mingling with the trail of tears. He didn’t know how close to the truth it was. He’d never gotten to see the bod– he’d never gotten to see her go. His voice cracked with the thought, a cleaving strike right down the middle, “I can’t do this without you.”

“Steve.” There was a gentleness about her, a sense of care he’d never deserved. “I did what I had to so you could.”

“Is that…” No matter how many times he cleared his throat, the rawness wouldn’t subside. An open wound, every word flecked with the pain of it, “Is that why you…”

“You already know why.” Did he? The nose of the Valkyrie, heading straight for the Arctic shelf. Natasha’s mouth curled slightly, an affectionate smirk as if she could read his mind. “Serves you right for setting such a good example, hmm?”

“Besides, I had a job.” She said the words like she said so much else, point blank and matter-of-fact – because that was who she was. Not the masks, or the deception, or even the fights. She was duty, and a commitment to it unflinchingly made. “And a debt to repay.”

A debt to repay. The words struck something, grasped for something – past the skin of his chest and aching muscle, through the defences of his ribs and right down to his unenhanced, beating heart.

(Not red this time, no. Hearts were blue, blue and white like the hottest part of a flame; heat and weight slammed down into his palm, metal burning a circle into the skin.

“Liar.”

Burning regret, and a debt that couldn’t be cast away.)

Something slipped into his hand, warm fingers working their way into his own gaps. Steve squeezed against the pressure, breath escaping just a fraction more lightly. “Did it hurt when you went down?”

“No.” Natasha said simply, and the press of her hand against his was not a lie. Reddened as they were, her eyes still looked peaceful. “It was nice. Like a warmth in my chest, of… getting to throw aside all that my life had been used for, and choosing what it was going to mean.”

It means everything. A hero, when it counted the most for everyone. A friend, when it counted the most for me.

“It didn’t feel like that for me, the ice.” The world was hazing around them again, soft and crimson. His fingers curled in harder, held on tighter. “I knew what I was doing was right, but… it didn’t feel like that.”

“Well then.” Natasha tilted her head one last time, light gleaming off the devastating line of her jaw, eyes teasing like he’d remember her best. “What’re you waiting for?”

A breath, brushing past the stillness. Like conviction finally emerging again, settling into its long-worn shoes.

The world blazed bright. Steve let go.

 ~

 When Steve came back to himself, the universe was in stasis.

It felt like he could see all of it, spanning wide, even though his eyes were only confined to this place, this instant. This battlefield, sprawling on the grounds of a compound he’d once called home.

It was all silent, all still. Ash caught in mid-air, immobile. Weapons thrown and not yet landed. Snarls on unmoving faces, bodies contorted into the fight, friends and enemies all stretching around about him. Frozen in time, and Steve a man out of it.

Something glimmered at the corner of his vision – an exhale fleeted from his lips, a solitary breath among thousands that had been paused midway. The Time Stone shone dully among the gaps of his fingers. But it was only a spark of green amidst a sea of red; the Reality Gem blazing next to it, eye-searing.

Steve could not move his fingers. They twitched a little, but stayed firmly wrapped around, entwined through the scratched-up, faded metal fingers of an Iron Man gauntlet.

Steve lifted his chin, and stared at Tony’s face, frozen inches away from his.

(It had been a split-second decision. Lying on his back, holding a broken shield, tasting the blood through his teeth; catching a glimpse of Tony’s face through the debris, as he looked at someone out of view – at Strange, maybe.

Catching a glimpse of that resolution stealing over his face, grim and ruinously beautiful. Watching the tussle between him and the Mad Titan, watching as Tony Stark outsmarted and outgritted a foe yet again.

“I…am…”

Steve’s fingers twitched. A magnetic pull, a phantom sensation of lifting something that had never felt this light before.

Mjolnir plowed through the air, smashing into gold and titanium-alloy. Tony’s face contorted in agony, breath stuttering – but it served the purpose, the weight of the hammer pulling him forward several, crucial inches. Steve could feel the dirt under his fingernails, the watery shake of his arms as he pulled himself up one last time – dragged his knees over the ground to close the gap. Reached out, and this time he wasn’t too far away. This time, he caught the hand and held it tight.

Please, he thought, fingers clammy against warm metal, Tony’s eyes wide and so close and ash dusty over those lashes, please, as his skin brushed against the warmth of the gems, scorching points of contact.

Please, as the world froze and blazed red, and reality splintered with possibilities in his mind.)

 That had been a second ago.

“Thank you.” He whispered, sound barely escaping the ash, the hoarseness, the throttling gratitude. The Reality Gem shone on like a constant, Time a quiet counterpoint to the side.

He had the time now, so he took it. Several selfish seconds, of staring at the brown eyes so inescapably close to his, the ones that had spat contempt at him and offered a home to him and widened in betrayal at his actions. Steve memorised it all, like a painting he’d never be able to put to page – the blood-crusted mess of Tony’s hair, the silver in his eyebrows, the gaunt hollows of his cheeks, the resolute tilt of his chin. The brightness of him, the tenacity, the inability to walk away – like red still lingering in the sky long after the sun had gone down.

Steve’s breath felt thick in his throat, blood and air all congealed to one. With the hand not trapped in the gauntlet, burning over the Stones – he brushed his knuckles over the warm, hard gristle of Tony’s jaw. A stolen touch, the last thing Steve would ever take from him again.

(“I will miss you Tony.”)

“Please.” Reality flickered around them. The Gem glowed, nanites stirring under Steve’s palm, like the faintest tickle, a warm breath huffed over skin. They peeled out in layers, withdrawing from Tony’s ashy skin and flowing over Steve’s hand – welcoming streams that trailed static electricity till they encased him from wrist to fingertip.

The Stones followed, five throbbing points settling below his knuckles. They still felt lighter than the phantom weight of an arc reactor, chest-warm and leaden in his palm.

Steve’s was a life mired with regrets. But in this, insular instant – the only thing he regretted was having to let go of Tony’s bare hand.

One snap, and the world came back to life.

  It was like feeling his atoms implode, the burn beginning from the tips of his fingers and scoring past muscle, sinew, nerve – the blood in his veins on fire, working up his arm and charring everything in its path. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, ground rushing up to hit his spine–

“What. What the fuck, no, no, fuck, no, Steve–”

Something gurgled at the back of his throat. Steve stared up at the sky, unseeing – until his vision was filled with something too familiar, hair and face and eyes looking down, so deeply embedded into his psyche that he couldn’t not recognise–

“T..Tony.” There was warmth at the back of his neck, warmth separate from the burn carving through the right side of his chest. Like someone was clasping his neck, bracing it – like Steve’s stolen touch did not matter, because Tony would always give everything freely away.

“I had it, I had him, why would, Steve, Steve–”

Parts of Steve could still feel the serum kicking away, fighting desperately in its last stretches – I can do this all… I can do this –

“Tony, I…I am so sorry.”

Tony’s face stared down, lips clamped down tight like his teeth were biting through the skin on the inside. There were streaks of shining moisture on his cheeks, clear tracks running down the grime. His voice rang like iron. “No. No. Not good enough, Rogers. I don’t accept this, I can’t–”

“What’s her name.” Steve whispered it on a rasping breath, and Tony’s voice broke off. “Your… daughter. Tell me her name.”

“Morgan.” More liquid, welling up at the edges of those eyes, where the laugh lines usually sat – Steve ached to reach up and brush them away.

“Thought.” The next words were unbearably hard to get out, the burn flickering at the hollow of his throat. Steve struggled through it, single-minded, like every asthma attack, every bully’s fist, every bullet and hit that had ever threatened to keep him down and never succeeded. “Thought tha… that was a… fella’s name.”

“We’re rich and eccentric, it works out.” The words flitted out heedlessly, like Tony’s lips were moving and he didn’t particularly care what came out.

We. Once upon a time, that might’ve rung hollow in Steve’s chest, a pang of longing. Now it nestled there, warm and soothing and protected from the burn.

“Steve.” Something hit Steve’s cracked lips, tingling there – if he flicked his tongue out, he might taste water and salt. “You can’t give up like this.”

But I’m not. This wasn’t like losing faith, like walking away in the middle of the journey. This was finally staggering to the summit, and seeing your destination over the horizon. This was adding that final fleck of paint, that dab of red, to make the picture all worth it.

The hold shifted from Steve’s neck to the back of shoulders that were almost insensate, another arm cupping around his waist – till Tony had hauled him right up, and pressed him close, dark hair brushing over the tip of Steve’s nose. His voice in Steve’s ear was barely above a whisper, barely a question. Maybe it wasn’t even meant for him. “Why.”

The reactor dug into Steve’s sternum, a circle of glowing warmth. It felt nice.

The world was falling away, breaths slowing and heart drifting to a stop, and it felt nothing like the ice.

“I was looking for a happy ending.”  

[eenefangirlanalysis]

Kevin emerges from the cloud of dust acting as if nothing happened. He’s acting all nice and even gets right into Eddy’s face.

“Sorry, about that,” Wow... okay, it’s a little unnerving to see the kids beat up Jonny. They’re half disappointed that they didn’t beat up the Eds after that whole journey. Did they beat up Jonny just so they could get on the Eds good side?

The Eds, mostly Edd and Eddy, don’t buy this act. The kids think that the Eds don’t notice things. They’re still taking advantage of them. It’s obvious that they don’t know them.

It also disturbs me how Rolf appears smiling so evilly out from that dust cloud. Big Picture Show did not pay attention to his true character. Rolf is meant to break up fights, not take part. 

“Say, let’s go to my place...”

“JAWBREAKERS ARE ON ME!”

Did the Eds just hear that right?!

The kids have finally accepted them as friends?

Also, is this the only time jawbreakers ever come up in the film? The candy store was seen so it was a nod to the famous candy.

Each Ed has a different reaction.

I think Ed’s reaction is has to be my favorite. He has always wanted everyone to get along. Even though we don’t see it, he feels like the outsider. He hates the tension throughout the cul-de-sac. Knowing that there is nothing he can do, Ed has just learned to live with it.

Also Ed is happy as he had a hand in defeating Eddy’s Brother showing his true colors to the kids. The kids will slowly start to understand him which is what he always wanted.

Edd nearly faints. He didn’t see this coming. Edd is overwhelmed and happy that they don’t have to live through their days with constant hate floating over their shoulders.

But, the miracle in being accepted into the kids friendship isn’t the case. Edd has stated how he dislikes the kids, calling them shallow at times. Edd is happy that he and his friends have a new beginning. They’re going to start over finally having an understanding of one another. And the kids will no longer get in the way.

As for Eddy it’s never stated whether  he is excitedly salivating over the win or that they can get jawbreakers for free now. Still he is happy. The kids saw through his true colors and are accepting him. That’s what he’s always wanted.

Okay, here comes my absolute favorite hug!

AUGH! SO PRECIOUS!!!

Edd finally returns a hug to Ed. He does it without any hesitation or eternally having to prepare himself to hug his friend.

If we got to see the confession scene, we would have gotten to see how Ed really feels around his friends. Ed’s confession mainly changed Edd’s perspective because he has been the one to mainly take advantage of Ed’s wisdom. This is seen during the spelling bee where Edd gloats that he doesn’t think that Ed could win over him.

I also believe that Edd gets over his germophobia all together. Seeing that the mud never did a thing to him he understands that he doesn’t have to fear germs constantly.

Eddy only turns to look at Ed and Edd’s precious moment for a second before turning back to the kids. He is still more fixated on the jawbreakers.

Although Eddy is very excited, I think he is caught up in the moment. He got his wish to finally be accepted, but I think after a while he may grow suspicious. He grew suspicious in Pick an Ed because kindness always came in a rare patch for Eddy. It’s going to take a lot of time for Eddy to get used to the kids new behavior.

But, still he is happy for he and his friends. They have just gone through a life changing journey that had brought them new hope for the future.

Aw, look, Ed is overwhelmed with joy. Edd is even crying with joy.

He doesn’t want people to hate him. His parents don’t give him the love he deserves. If the kids are being true then they will try to understand who each Ed is.

I like this brief moment where Edd and Eddy meet eyes. Why were they going to do before the kids picked them up? 

“We did it, Double Dee! Everyone loves us! We’re finally in, baby!”

Sidenote: Although that brief moment where Edd clings to Kevin’s wrist is cute I’m denying that it is a KevEdd moment.

I LOVE THAT EDD DANCE! I could watch his victory dance for hours!

Eddy pulls Edd so close to him that it briefly looks as if he is going to kiss him.

Did Eddy just call Edd, ‘baby’?

Edd did refer to Eddy as ‘baby’ in Know it All Ed.

Again, Eddy only addresses Edd. Why do the writers leave Ed out. Ed is a very important hero in this gang of characters. He confessed to his friends that he hates being left out so why are they still doing this to him?

Eddy does have a more emotional attachment with Edd. They have been through thick and thin.

Edd, are you looking at us?

Absolutely precious!

It’s so cute how Ed hugs Eddy. He never got to give him a hug and feels that Eddy needs one. And Eddy accepts it. He doesn’t necessarily push him away, but he accepts it.

Eddy’s opinions about physical affection are changing because at the same time this happens, Edd touches Eddy on his shoulder. Eddy says nothing about either thing. He’s just happy to be living in this moment.

So, I’d like to analyze who the Eds are picked up by.

Rolf picks up Eddy, Honestly I thought Kevin would have picked up Eddy as they’ve become a lot closer in a few short minutes. Rolf has been implied to think Eddy that he thinks he is a load throughout the whole series. He is owing it to him by being the one to carry him. And I am glad that the kids do this. I know Eddy’s leg must be hurting. Heck, his whole body must hurt from being tossed around.

Kevin picks up Edd, The only reason why the writers have Kevin pick up Edd is one last shot for KevEdd moment.

Honestly I don’t understand how KevEdd is more popular then EddEddy. Where is the romance in their relationship? Kevin has threatened Edd on a plethora of occasions. Edd and Eddy understand one another and have had a possible blooming romance over the series.

And last, but not least, Sarah and Nazz carry Ed.

Nazz has barely ever interacted with Ed. But now, post movie I think the kids are going to make time to get to know Ed.

Has Ed and Nazz ever been shipped together?

I like this pairing because Ed’s mind is starting to grow and he is beginning to understand the world. He is starting comprehend different aspects of the world. Mainly because, he separates himself from Edd and Eddy once in a while.

Nazz has always had a soft spot for Ed. She has given him a chance. Out of all the characters she has never made for of him and has been entertained by his quirks. She has looked into disabilities and learns to understand what Ed’s world is like.

I can see a blossoming friendship between them.

The moment also reflects how Nazz is physically strong. The only characters who have ever lifted Ed are Rolf, Sarah, Eddy and I think the Kankers. We have never gotten much insight on Nazz’s physique, but it says a lot in this one moment. Nazz is seen to do a lot of work outs in her house.

“And it only took 130 episodes, 4 specials, and a movie, Eddy,” Edd points out, breaking the fourth wall.

I wonder if this is just a fourth wall break or if Edd is trying to come across to Eddy on how long the kids wouldn’t accept them for. Edd has always tried to make Eddy understand the kids actions. Edd has never trusted the kids and may think that this is all a suspicious act right now.

[gimme-stitches]

I got tagged in this thing three times. Thanks @born--to--lose​, @wafflebiologist​, and @grungemami​! 

Because I’m trying to kill time before packing, I’m going to answer all the questions from all three tags. :) My questions and tags are at the bottom if this is TL;dr.

Always post these rules!

Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.

Write 11 questions of your own.

Tag 11 people.

QUESTIONS from @born--to--lose​:

1. Are there songs that make you cry?

I don’t know if there’s a song out there that makes me cry every time, but there are definitely songs that have made me cry depending on the mood I’m in when I listen to them.

“Home Is Such A Lonely Place” by Blink-182 made me cry when it first came out because I was going through this thing when it came out.

I’m sure I’ve cried when listening to “Jesus Christ” by Brand New on possibly more than one occasion.

2. What is your favourite smell and do you connect something to it?

I don’t like fragrances like perfume, but I love the smell of fresh cut grass in the summer, the smell of campfires in the fall, and the crisp smell of winter air. I prefer natural smells. I guess I connect these scents to my memories from those seasons.

3. If you could chose a line-up of 5 bands (death or alive) for a festival, which would it be?

Ooh! I’ll go with...

Smashing Pumpkins original lineup

Temple of the Dog (during which they give Stone the mic and let him sing “Bayleaf”)

Motion City Soundtrack

Jawbreaker

Foo Fighters (wherein Krist Novoselic is a guest appearance because this is my fantasy dammit)

That was hard.

4. To what song you’d like to make-out?

“Fits” by Stone Gossard... it’s a sexy song idk. 

5. What’s your favourite dish?

Is pizza a dish? I’m going with yes.

6. Do you think pets enhance ones life?

Yes! Although my cat drives me bonkers about 50% of the time, life would be boring without her.

7. How would the perfect road trip look like?

I would like to follow a band on tour throughout a couple weeks of tour dates. That would be really cool, especially if I could pick a leg of the tour that goes to places I’ve never been.

8. Do you speak another language? If not: Is there a language you’d like to learn?

I don’t. I took three years of Spanish in high school, but my teachers for the first two years didn’t care if the students learned, so I know very little. I would love to learn French.

9. If you could own a movie characters wardrobe, whose would it be?

Maybe Anna Kendrick in Pitch Perfect? I recall her always looking cute in that.

10. What’s your favourite type of cake?

Red velvet with cream cheese icing!

11. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

A lot?

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QUESTIONS from @wafflebiologist​:

1. Did/Do you enjoy high school?

No, not really. I had very few friends and didn’t really come into my own style wise until well into college. I did enjoy some of the books we read and some of the stuff I learned.

2. Do you like cereal? What’s your favourite?

YES. My favorite is Blueberry Morning, which is by Post! They recently brought it back after years of not having it in my area. 

3. What colour flowers would you want in a garden?

I think orange and purple flowers are purty.

4. Over or under (this is absolutely referring to the toilet paper roll)?

I’m going to be controversial and say UNDER.

5. Do you think you look good in sunglasses? What about hats?

Sunglasses? Yes. Hats? No. 

6. Would you ever consider plastic surgery of any sort?

I really hate my nose, but the idea of nose job makes me want to throw up. Not because “you should love yourself the way you are,” but because the surgery is frightening to me. I would totally get lip fillers though (not really “plastic” surgery, I guess).

7. Restaurant eats or food truck eats?

I’ve honestly only eaten at one food truck. It was good, but I don’t think I’m qualified to answer this question based on my inexperience.

8. Do you have (what you would consider) a good relationship with your immediate family?

My mother, yes. The rest of my family and I haven’t talked in years, including siblings. Fuck em! I love my nieces though. 

9. Would you change any of your names?

No actually! I used to hate my first name (Cherie) because no one ever pronounced it right. My middle name is Nichole and I always wanted to take the “H” out because other kids spelled it “Nicole.” Now I enjoy how unique it is. 

10. What are your thoughts on the ideas of Sigmund Freud?

I don’t know enough to really have an opinion.

11. Yo, do you think these guys listen to Drake?

Nah man. 

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QUESTIONS from @grungemami:

1. Do you listen to music if you can’t sleep? If so, what’s your go-to artist?

I don’t really! But I think Band of Horses would be really peaceful to fall asleep to.

2. Do you own any vinyl? If so, which albums?

Nope! I would like to start getting some though. 

3. Top 3 favorite tv shows?

Probably Gilmore Girls, Parks and Recreation, and Breaking Bad

4. If you woke up tomorrow and it was your last day to live, what would you do?

Oh gosh... That would be a lot of pressure! I’d probably get together with as many of my friends as possible and try to do some fun thing I’ve never done before... like ziplining or skydiving or something.

5. Do you believe in soulmates?

I do, but I don’t think there’s just one soulmate for everyone. I think there could be a number of people in the world that would be your soulmate... we’re lucky if we find one of them.

6. Pandora or Spotify?

Depends on what I want! Pandora is great for finding new music. Spotify is great for listening to full albums.

7. Are you registered to vote? If so, what’s your affiliation?

I am! I don’t affiliate with either of the two major parties. I consider myself closest to a Libertarian.

8. Do you eat breakfast?

Yes. If I don’t, I am cranky af.

9. Do you prefer driving or being driven?

Driving! I love driving.

10. Do you like living where you are?

No. I’m planning to move to a larger city this summer. There’s just no opportunity here.

11. What’s something you like about yourself?

My music taste, obviously. I also like that I enjoy reading. So few people read for fun these days and I just love being able to be swept away to new worlds and fall in love with characters. 

Ok! Finally! My questions:

1. What’s your favorite book you’ve read for school?

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose and why?

3. What is your dream career?

4. Most embarrassing celebrity crush (past or present)?

5. Have you ever met a celebrity? If so, who and were they nice?

6. What’s your go-to song to channel your anger?

7. What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you (that you feel comfortable talking about)?

8. Do you drink soda and if so, what’s your favorite?

9. What’s the number one item on your “bucket list”?

10. Are you an extrovert or introvert?

11. What movie or TV character do you most relate to?

Most of the people I would normally tag have already been tagged, but I tag the following people (who I haven’t noticed if you’ve been tagged yet, sorry if you have):

@sirloin-shirt, @apocalypse---meow, @sarcasticstone, @lifewasted, @chriscornhell, @gilmore-grohls, @brianwilsonobsessive, @mrfadedglory, @emelinelovesjc, @deathstiny, @venus-in-furzz

Only if ya’ll want... and anyone else who wants to. :)

[eenefangirlanalysis]

The playground...what am I saying? The WHOLE neighborhood has been destroyed from the whole car chase.

It looks as if there was an earthquake.

The cul-de-sac is destroyed in some way each day. The neighbors have had to make a complaint to one of the parents.I wouldn’t be surprised if anybody has moved out from the neighborhood. 

I was talking about this detail in my response to @jenny2x4 about cul-de-sac. Since we’re living together on a circle that’s on a dead end of a street we all have to get to know one another. If the kids lived in a regular neighborhood they wouldn’t take the time to get to know one another. We all have our problems in our neighborhoods. We have to live with them because we can’t change each other. We can change the way you live, however.

Poor Jonny looks like he got hit by a bus.

Haha. How ironic. You’ll get it later on.

Nazz is calling out for Kevin who is busy steaming.

Kevin complains that they almost had the Ed’s if they didn’t have the last second get-a-way car. 

“We can’t let this go, man! Not after what they did!”

Kevin always makes the Ed’s suffer. There are times where he is being over dramatic. He could easily let the Ed’s go and not be a part of their lives. Living in a cul-de-sac makes that difficult. 

I have a theory on why Kevin may hate Eddy. Remember how different Eddy was in season 1. He was a cool person, had an outgoing personality, and showed off multiple hidden talents? Kevin made Eddy an outcast because he didn’t want to feel left out. He was jealous of Eddy. Eventually Kevin’s plan worked, but only because Eddy was walking closer into a mental breakdown due to constantly thinking about his brother.

Here we get a chance to see Kevin and Nazz’s never outright said relationship.

Kevin and Nazz are best friends since they were introduced to the series. They’re always seen talking, hanging out, or trying to give one another advice. As the series goes along, and as they begin to hit puberty they start to notice feelings.

Whether Kevin and Nazz wanted to be in a relationship I think they’re only going out with one another to follow the crowd. We all know how in middle school everyone had to be dating. Nobody understands what love is yet. They’re just going out for the fun of it.

I think it may have been Nazz who asked Kevin out. It’s what she thought that she wanted. She wants to go along with the crowd in fear of acting herself. 

So far, I like how affectionate Kevin is. He helps Nazz to her feet and let’s her cry on his shoulder. See, Kevin does have an affectionate side which he hides. He isn’t sure how to be affectionate. This is where my theory about his parents being divorced fits in. Kevin lives with his Dad while his mom lives separately. Kevin and his Dad don’t share an emotional bond. I can see that they are close because their entire garage is filled with jawbreakers from his job, and theu must talk about sports all the time. Kevin is missing a female figure in his life. 

Nazz is being an overreacting baby crying about her disheveled looks.

She is a much stronger person then this. Nazz never cared about what she looked like pre-season 5. The only reason she changed her personality was because she thought the kids liked it. The kids and fans responded more to Nazz’s dumb blonde girly attitude. She did have a character way before season 5. Audiences didn’t realize due to the way she was hardly given a character and stands around with the kids in the background.

Nazz may look like the confident happy person she is on the outside, but I believe she’s struggling to find who she is. 

Nazz was once very obese. She was able to lose all that weight by finding a hobby in physical exercise. Nazz is also missing one parent figure. I believe her dad is separated from her mom.

Kevin and Nazz are close friends because they represent the parental figures who are missing from their lives.

“Shed tears no more fuss-bucket-Nazz-girl!” Thank you, Rolf. 

Even thought Kevin, Rolf and Nazz hang out together as a group doesn’t mean that he is close with her. Sometimes Nazz and Rolf are seen together but they’re complete opposites. That doesn’t stop Kevin and Rolf. Or the Ed’s.

“Rolf will unearth the Ed-boys and squash them like the parasite that infests Wilfred's tuchis!”

“This is Rolf’s word... dawg.”

Rolf has been getting used to living in America. He starts to use more slang term and understand the kids customs.

Unlike Rolf’s family he grew up more in America then his old country. It’s never stated why Rolf had to move to America. I think it has something to do with the wolf man incident as we seen from the flashback in No Speak Da Ed. Rolf lives by his own family and country traditions. Since Rolf’s parents and relatives are very new to adapting at a life in America I think their are occasional disagreements within the family.

Rolf’s is trying to use slang term. You can tell he’s been hanging out with Kevin a lot. 

Rolf doesn’t mind being different. It’s how other people react to him. All fans love Rolf for the uniqueness he brings to the series. Although Rolf has followed tradition he’d rather take his own path. He wants to becomes a barber. There is nothing wrong with this. I love this Rolf is trying to be his own person. That’s tough when you’re a part of a big family who follows tradition.

His subplot within the movie makes me feel sad for his character. He goes alone. I feel like Rolf is trying to show his family and ancestors that he can also make a journey alone. He puts himself under too much pressure as does his family making him do all those chores. As I was saying they each have a different outlook on life. 

“They’re going to wish they never messed with Nazz Van Bartenshmeer!”

Nazz got a last name? How come nobody else gets a last name besides the Kanker sisters?

The writers wanted to do something totally different with Nazz. They know they could have done more with her in the series. I don’t know what a last name did for her character. It does give a little background on her. 

Last names originate from people’s backgrounds such as their occupation, where they first lived, or based around your father’s first name.

That means Nazz is dutch or has a dutch background.

This is an interesting side note. I looked up the last name on Google and all the results show me Nazz. According to these results there is no real person by the name of Van Bartenshmeer.

The writers gave her a unique name because she is a unique person. Going with the divorced parents theory was this her father’s last name or did her mom decide to go back to her maiden name?

I love the confused look on Kevin’s face. He’s like, ‘Uh... that’s your last name?’

Plank suddenly distracts Jonny away from the other kids mayhem.

Plank seems to remind Jonny of what they could do to track down the Ed’s. Jonny agrees saying that it’s time to track down special forces.

He wasn’t really a part of the kids conversation much in the first place. And nobody acknowledges him. nobody acknowledges him throughout the whole opening of the movie. Kevin, Rolf and Nazz shouted out information to one another during the whole car chase. They never said or tried to help Jonny out.

If the Ed’s didn’t exist in the neighborhood he’d be the outcast. Jonny claims to be a loner but I don’t think that is true. He wants the kids to be friends with him. It’s sad that Jonny has always had social anxiety presumably ever since he was a toddler. That’s how long he’s had Plank for.

Making friends is either easy or hard. I had a very hard time with it during my middle school years. We can all relate to Jonny or one of the kids. We were all kids with our own insecurities. We’re not alone. 

Kevin stomps off to find his bike. He is destined to hunt down the Ed’s knowing they couldn’t have gone far.

That is true. They only go a mile away from the cul-de-sac and then hike three towns over to where Bro lives.

“Yes! Rolf will draw forth thee.-”

“Wait up, Kev!”

This is what I dislike about Nazz’s character change. She is independent. She always has been. The writers turned her into the clingy girlfriend who can’t do anything. She always has to rely on her boyfriend for everything. And Nazz hates how she changed herself into that.

The more I think about it, Nazz and Eddy have a lot more in common then we think. They both wear a mask because they’re insecure about themselves.

Rolf is actually distracted by Nazz abandoning him. Did he want to go with someone else on this journey or was he willing to go alone all along?

Rolf continues on with his rant as Jonny slowly slips off screen without anyone noticing him.

None of the kids are going to let the Ed’s get away.They’re determined to get their revenge.