#i love the ships in LFLS but by god the platonic bonds make me equally insane. and nothing tops vitriolic childhood besties who'd die for

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F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I've thought so long and hard about this ask and I am so glad you asked me for it!

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(CW Suicidal Ideation. It's at least alluded to.)

I was going to present a more serious one, but it's really long and I also have a few gripes with it in the grand scheme. It was the argument between Harry and Charlie in Italian Affairs, Chapter 20 "Tipping Point", Scene 3. The fact that Charlie changed his mind about what they should do without no clear reason has bugged me since writing it but man ... I still love the emotional core so much. Harry's worst tendencies showing (he gets really physically aggressive), Harry and Charlie yelling at each other nose to nose, Marco backing away physically because it makes him uncomfortable. Allusions to how suicidal Harry perhaps still is and how selfish he is in his rage, but Charlie trying to save him whether or not he'll get a thank you. It's so well written and I have to keep it, I only gotta figure out how to give it a stronger foundation. But this testament to Harry's character, Charlie's character and most importantly their relationship is so dear to me. They bicker all the time, Harry jokes about dumping Charlie in the hallway when he comes to him and Michele crying about Marco, Charlie is constantly dragging Harry for his looks, but they do love each other, even when they're both hurting each other sometimes. Charlie made the conscious decision to not let his best friend descend into this hellhole alone and he looks to him as guidance. Harry will pull through when everyone else has given up and you just need that sometimes. Harry hates himself so much at times, but he knows that Charlie loves him, that Charlie cares and that he loves Charlie for being just another weirdo in this godforsaken world. They've always been there with each other. They will be at each other's side until death does them part.

But here's some funnies underneath the cut!:

Here is a huge chunk of my probably favourite scene from "No Rest For The Wicked":

“I definitely don’t have any wisdom in me, though,” Sophie told Michele. “Wait no, I do – Potatoes good. That’s wisdom these days, with everyone losing their shit over carbs or whatever.” She nodded before she rested her head back into her brother’s lap. “Potatoes good.” She patted the exposed skin of her chubby stomach twice. “Potatoes good indeed,” Harry said while everyone else tried to hold their chuckle in. Sadık’s chest jumped as he laughed low in his throat. “Old Irish proverb.” Sadık leant his head back and his stomach shook as he laughed. “Do you have any wisdom to add to that?” Michele asked Herakles. “You’re usually the one with the proverbs, Michele,” Herakles replied. “And you’re usually the one who bores everyone to death with ancient philosophy,” Sadık told him. Herakles’ thighs rested on his lap. “Oh yeah, ‘I know that I know nothing’, that one I could’ve come up with as well,” Sophie said. “Socrates really isn’t that special, I can ask dumb questions, too, that get everyone mad at me,” Harry said and Sadık stared at Herakles with an excited grin. Herakles took a deep breath through his nose and sighed twice as long. Sophie cackled when Harry added: “It doesn’t even have to be a lot, one’s usually enough.” “I mean,” Michele said and took a deep breath as well while he stared unfocused onto the floor. He had picked up his coffee cup and finally turned to look at Harry. “I love you and I love to entertain your ideas, but the stupidity you can put into a single question is astounding.” “Thanks Darling, I know my genius can be hard to handle at times,” Harry replied with a grin and Michele shook his head with a loving, yet furious glare for him before he sipped on his coffee. “First you’re telling me that I’m not dumb as bricks and then you’re like that to Harry,” Sophie said. “And you are right to say it.” “Fucking brat, don’t throw bricks sitting in a glass house,” Harry told his sister. “Why, did one of them ever hit you? Would explain that face.” They giggled together. “So, ancient philosophy, my friend?” Michele asked Herakles, who had spent the past few moments with his hands in front of his face. “Oh, no, I think your friends are far more interesting than any dusty story about philosophy that Herakles has told us a million times anyways,” Sadık said and Herakles dropped his hands.

Just ... the dynamics are SO perfectly captured and expressed here. Harry and Soph as siblings who find great joy in bantering, both with each other and together about something else. Michele and Harry's relationship that oozes of the comfortable love of a couple that has known each other for 25 years. Michele and Herakles as old friends, whose humor lies in knowing each other inside out. Herakles and Sadık's turbulent but nonetheless familiar tone and behaviour around each other - They can't help it, they're both rivals as much as they're lovers. Knowing each other so intimately and weaponizing that against each other, so that things don't become boring between them.

I'm also still convinced that nothing will ever top “Don’t let me cockblock you, Happy fucking.” I've written here already why I love this scene between Charlie, Michele and Harry so much. Enjoy!