#im also very attached to this cast for some reason

[opuestocomplementario]

This is more of a personal rant so I am going to talk about a lot of different things.

I didn't realize how involve I would get with this drama so jokes aside, I am very much uncomfortable with the scene between Way and Babe; like, I wish they change something about it or idk use other rute because I really liked Way as a character and I thought it was cool and all but now, Idk. I don't like getting attached to characters and being emphatic of them and then having to see them do things like this that make my blood boil and not having anything to say because is not good. Definitely not good.

In terms of acting, I am so in awe with Pavel and Nut. Everyone in this drama knows how to fucking act and it shows. Even Pooh being a newbabie makes Charlie feel alive and real. I think the reason this drama is hitting so hard (at least to me) is because the script and the acting is amazing. The characters feel real. Is not a caricature or stereotype taking human form. While they can be categorize as such (Babe being the egocentric racer, Charlie the naive fan, Alan the old-not-old father figure), they don't make those things their whole character. They are complex and multifacetic. Without feeling fake.

Another thing is how serious they take the elements of the show. They could so easily, and I mean EASILY fall into our tipical over the top Thai drama where everything feels performative. The car race aspect is showing the whole business aspect and the mechanics of the cars. Ofc they are showing off and marketing the Toyotas but is not as obvious as we are used to.

The house of Tony also looks curate enough to think they are doing shady business. Like ofc the kids sometimes look stiff and out of place but that perfectly falls into the idea that they are in fact not supposed to be there.

And don't even get me started in the a/b/o dynamics. Someone already said how for example the mama/papa thing could have being very awkward and weird to watch (and even perform by the actors) but they deliver something that felt so normal. Babe always mentioning how the Alpha scents smells and Charlie asking for kids two seconds into the relationship. Is amazing how they did it. Even when I am reading fics I cringe sometimes at the dialogue with all the terminologies and the mechanics of it, while here I am like yep that seems about right.

Last thing I want to mentioned is not only the main characters shine throught the screen but all the secondary too. North and Sonic are so fun to watch and they fit so right in the whole picture, by being serious when it needs to and fun and crazy at the right moments; Pete and Kenta fit the whole secret organization/hidden agenda/business men; Winner is a perfect loser without making himself look ridiculous; Kim, Alan and Jeff are so perfect I don't have anything to say.

Overall, I don't know what exactly is about this show that makes it look so real and natural by having a insane plot: the characters, the script, the camera work, idk. I just know it works.

[demadogs]

i always say i dont want a book to have a screen adaptation out of fear of them doing it dirty and then i think of the most perfect casting ever for the main character and im like FUCK now i wont sleep until i see this happen

[miaoumeowmiaw]

MORE ST5 LEAKS AND INFORMATION (AFTER FEBRUARY)

Hey... I’m back. Recently my ST5 leaks from May blew up on Twitter, so I figured I could put all of my Asks here. There are unreleased photos of the characters and set available in the ENG Minou server, but they will posted on Tumblr and Twitter in a separate post to make it easier to access. In the meantime I hope this interests you, too.

I saw an account on Twitter posting a leaked photo with the synpsis of the first episode of ST5. It said “Chapter One: The Crawl. Hawkins is under quarantine after the Upside Down events. Our heroes hide from the government, still plotting a capture, when an unexpected event destabilizes the team. Steve and Robin take over the new radio station, buzzing with odd mysteries, as a new face shows up in town.”

Fake.

the bar “leak” about will talking to a young, caucasian guy with a mustache… is that legit? i’m cringing just thinking about it, but the milevens seem to be very happy and are taking this as a win, so.

I can confirm there is a character who talks to Will at the bar. There is no stable answer for the gender and appearance of the character, last time I checked. This leak is old and only based on residents and staff near the area of filming, who caught glimpses of the scene.

ok i'll bite wdym by the field kiss

There is a kissing scene between Mike and Eleven. It is NOT on the baseball/softball field, it is on a field near the radio station. People blew it out of proportion, but it was confirmed as being real around the same time that my original May leaks were gathered, and is still true as of January.

It looks like I’m an exception here because I care more about the plot and family dynamics than ships. Do you know anything about what’s going on with Henry/Linda’s character/ upside down flashbacks ?

Henry is using new methods of sensory and mental illusion to keep track of his victims. No more of what we saw in ST4, and music does not work as it usually would. Key words to keep in mind: flashbacks, « false flashbacks », visions, beliefs, and control. For some characters there is a larger tilt toward one of these 5. For most of the season he is pursuing Holly by pretending to be a new, troubled resident of Hawkins and requiring her assistance. He causes the death of Ted in front of her. Derek, Erica and Karen join the investigation into these interactions and Holly's disappearance. Will begins to be pursued when Mike, Dustin and Lucas start a separate investigation. It is as if he is a child again, and the only reason we know it is a false flashback is because it blends with reality. This is especially true for a tree Will falls from: visually, it switches. Henry becomes more attached to the real world the longer that the Upside Down remains exposed to Hawkins, and the longer that he pursues residents. There are multiple sicknesses and attacks from the Upside Down. After a certain point he fully reveals himself as Vecna and kills the majority of the military team who were maintaining the quarantine zone of Hawkins and stunting the main cast.

Tell us 👹 Also do you have info on the Hopper x Mike talk? Sorry if Im being annoying I just didn't have a good day lol

It's a sad conversation, but also positive. Maybe bittersweet is the word. It was based on a loss or something similar that impacted both characters, but more Mike, and he makes a sarcastic or joking comment to Hopper about having hope and confidence in something related to it.

Do you know if the whole Holly is the Cleric Mike was talking about thing is true, and if Mike+Will+Holly spend time together?

The figure theories are correct, Mike was referring to a Dungeons and Dragons character meant to represent and protect Holly. That name and quote were taken directly from the graphic database, meaning that, if they were approved by the Duffer brothers and additional crew, they would have been featured together in promotional material and goods for VOL 1 October and November releases.

Based on what you know so far, were the Duffers telling the truth that the new season would have a focus on Will’s character? Or were they overselling it? Thank you!

Yes.

Any hints at what Henry wanted/wants Will for? What does he “build”?

Fire.

Is there more to Karen wheeler? There's been so many theories on this lady she's interesting

Yes.

hii, do you have any info on that “Secret ‘Red Rock’ set” they built behind the radio station? A paparazzo mentioned they might have filmed some military scenes there but idk. It's ok if you can't answer

The military filming was in the general area, not that set specifically. Security was too tight for anybody to have seen what went on in the desert (« red rock »). It wasn't a secret, it was just located in the forest near WSQK and they did not want to test their luck. I agree with the paparazzi and locals in it being either a flashback or Upside Down-related shoot.

Do you have any leaks about the older teenagers/young adults (Nancy, Jonathan, Steve Robin)? I heard Robin and Steve are running the radio station or something like that but that's it.

Steve does not pursue Nancy. Nancy and Jonathan continue to date. Dustin is independent from Steve and Robin for the first half of ST5 as far as we guess, spending most of that time with Mike, Will and Lucas in their investigation. Robin is the main host of WSQK 94.5 FM: The Squawk. There are two 97P25J3 company vehicle models that they use and transport between sets, and in universe the older teens enter the Upside Down through them or are part of the plan in doing so. Specifically Jonathan and Steve with Dustin joining them. The Turnbow family of Realtors own multiple pieces of land in Hawkins, including the WSQK radio station and tower. There is a character who seeks temporary refuge in the WSQK radio station. The equipment in the WSQK radio station and vehicle is used to intercept Hawkins Laboratory and government communication, but they are unaware that it was detected and tracked to their location. This equipment is also considered for use in sharing pieces of information between the Upside Down and the real world. The WSQK radio station is raided.

Ok so I'm probably way off here but I think they may use time travel not to change timelines but to discover things they need to know ie somehow going back and watching wills vanishing for example. Or vecna actually taking them back through memories? Yeah I'm so wrong right

The Upside Down is an alternative reality that captures a moment from time and preserves it, because there are little to no things present to disrupt how things were in that moment. Specifically humans and their fragments in the environment. Think how our own reality works. Everything is linear. Things happen because we as humans cause them to happen. This is exactly what the Upside Down is, the only difference being there wasn't any humans to cause things to happen, until Will Byers was sent. Therefore is not possible to change that alternate reality in a way that resets time. If you can't do it here, you can't do it there. Vecna is not the exception to this. He does not cause any sort of time travelling, he is only giving characters that feeling through flashbacks, visions, nightmares and whatnot. It's not something they are controlling or wanting to do to try and win, it's something that is forced onto them to try and weaken their personhood. This is his new method.

Do you know anything about where Joyce, Will and Jonathan are living in season 5? People think Will might be staying over at Mike’s in episode 1

Wheeler residence.

Haha, I think you'd be doing the shipping fandom a favor. Because i think it's gonna be anti climatic regarding what's actually canon in the show, compared to fan fic, some want to be canon. I'm actually interested in who may die ( if anyone ) because I did see on x that apparently there's a fake sacrifice👀

Close to or more than the amount in Season 3 if you count the Flayed. However most of these deaths we see are people part of the government and local community. Ted dies near the beginning and there is a fake but impactful death plot near the end of ST5. The potential of Max, Will, Holly and Karen dying is brought up frequently, as well as a character that experiences an attack on their midsection, but this is a minor issue in the plot and they heal.

Pls sir may I have some more Will info? Anything 🥺

Birds are notorious for not displaying symptoms of illness. They need to be kept away from the rest of the flock, typically in a room that has disconnected air circulation and frequently cleaned caregivers. Many contributors to this, including travel-related stress, can worsen their condition by the simple fact that, while kept away, they hear the flock but are unable to interact with it. Birds yearn for the connection and they yearn for the help, but their biology does not allow them to display it, and the individuals observing are not able to properly translate that. It is lost between two species without adaptation and a learned understanding of their different behaviours, and this can then be mistaken as aggression or fear. Rather it is the attempt to maintain their own integrity in moments of sensitivity.

Hi, thanks for answering our questions btw! I'm unaware if you know the stage play. I know it's not officially canon in the duffers story. But will anything be used in the series from the play? Because in the play Henry went to dimension x and his blood changed in the play due to particle exposure. And I feel they could use this to explain wills time there with the blood change in the series. It's meant to link to the use of powers from the particles changing their blood. Sorry you may not know about that. Just curious. Thanks anyway!

The VR game has a lot more similarities to ST5 than the play. However neither of them are compulsory to experience for understanding the plot.

the leak about will having a love interest (that’s not mike) came out waaay before they shot the bar scene with him. so, i’m just wondering where the love interest leak even came from since it’s not referring to the bar leak… or was it entirely made up? i’m still confused about it which is why i’m asking you.

So-so.

last thing! please tell me the chance x will (bychance) stuff is just people being silly and that there’s nothing happening there. will’s love interest being some npc jock… i can’t see it. it’s so wild to me 😭

Fake.

Who is Mr.Miller?

Mr. Miller is a high ranking officer part of the American military and stationed in Hawkins to oversee INDIGO and other subprograms under MKUltra.

Oh, I just had an insight that the military lab might be underground beneath the destroyed downtown Hawkins (I’m delusional)

While there is a new laboratory and the INDIGO subprogram of MKUltra is still continuing in ST5, it's not to the same scale as previous seasons and it is not in the same manner as the Rainbow Room. I highly suggest looking at the first PDF leak for graphics, because there is a full map of Hawkins: what I can tell you is that the laboratory may or may not be in the path of the UD cracks and tunnels.

hii, do u know if the leak about khali coming back is true?

So-so.

[irlnorthshaw]

ninjador fic - offside affairs

just a few disclaimers: i have not written a proper fanfic in a while. and i have never written in this genre before... EVER. so do forgive me teehee. also its a bit suggestive? but it doesnt really go anywhere (sorry yall im already shaking everytime i write a flirty dialogue)

El Matador and Ninja have an on-and-off situationship where they get casual every time there’s a match between their respective teams. But now, word on the street says Ninja has a mystery girlfriend. And El Matador did not like that.

The mood inside Shakes and Klaus’ hotel room was grim.

Supa Strikas’ had just suffered a humiliating 3-0 loss against Cosmos earlier that day and it was stinking up the whole place. It was all a catastrophe and they knew it from the first whistle. Their strategy had been a mess and suddenly they were infants again trying to play for the very first time. Cosmos, on the other hand? Those guys played like they were sandbagging the whole season and had just unlocked some ancient soccer code overnight. The only silver lining was that it was a double-header and the men in red had a shot at redemption tomorrow.

Which was why Coach had slammed them all with a strict lockdown for the night, a decision they usually protested. After all, why even be in Vegas if you’re not signing up for over-the-top events and making poor financial choices? But the guys had agreed to just wind down for now, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. At the very least, this time they were holed up in a proper hotel and not some sketchy roadside joint that reeked of carcass. The beds were firm, the minibar was stocked, and the Wi-Fi was fast. In short? Perfect conditions for a night of mindless gaming.

Bringing his consoles was customary for Shakes, so he didn’t hesitate to hook up his Nintendo Switch to the TV. At this point, he, Cool Joe, and North were already several hours deep into intense rounds of Mario Kart. And by hours, it was just them spending most of it arguing over which characters to choose.

Klaus, however, was completely checked out. His fingers and eyes glued onto his phone screen.

“Guuuys! The Super Scoop just posted something!”

That’s right. Klaus had upgraded from gossip magazines to their digital counterparts: drama accounts on Natter. And recently, he had made it everyone’s problem. Maybe it was his inner Inspector von Klaus speaking, but no scandal could ever slip by the blonde striker.

“Dude, for the last time,” North groaned, eyes still on the TV, “I blocked The Super Scoop for a reason. We don’t care!”

Klaus huffed. “You don’t care. I, on the other hand, am a man of culture.”

“Right, more like a man of drama.” CJ muttered.

“Ja, but come on, look!” Klaus shoved his phone into Tiger’s face, who was sprawled out on Shakes’ bed behind him. “It says Ninja was spotted with a mysterious woman!”

Tiger frowned, glancing at the blurry image attached to the post. “Maybe… sister?”

“They wouldn’t word it like that,” Shakes mused, now mildly interested. 

North and CJ turned to stare at him in disbelief. Since when did Shakes know anything about Natter journalism?

“What? I’m always on Natter. And besides, if Ninja did have a sister, wouldn’t the public already know about her by now?”

“Then…” Klaus hesitated. “Girlfriend?”

Across the room, El Matador had been lazily scrolling through his own phone, only half-listening. That was until those words struck his ears.

Girlfriend.

Ninja.

His grip on his phone tightened slightly. Oh, this is rich.

Finally, he shot up from his seat and marched towards the rest. “Let me see that!”

Without hesitation, he snatched Klaus’ phone, completely brushing off his teammate’s demands to give it back.

There it was: a grainy, low-res photo of Ninja, presumably taken just a few hours ago. Curse Vegas’ light pollution… The garish lighting cast the whole image in a blurry haze. But Ninja’s unmistakable figure was front and centre, casually strolling down the street. Clinging to his arm was a tall figure with long, flowing black hair, her face turned away from the camera.

The caption read: “Cosmos captain Ninja spotted with a mystery woman post-match. Could this be our next power couple of the Super League?”

El Matador narrowed his eyes.

First of all, the picture was terrible. So terrible that it would take NASA-level enhancement software to decipher who this woman was. But that wasn’t the problem, exactly. The problem, for El Matador, was the thought of Ninja actually dating someone.

He forced himself to scoff, tossing the phone back to Klaus. “This is clearly just some random woman he met at a party. Nothing serious.”

It was nothing serious. Yet his dramatic antics spoke otherwise and Shakes, without even looking at the man, caught onto it quickly. “If it’s nothing serious, why do you care so much?”

“I don’t care.”

“Uh-huh...”

“I mean, you literally show up with a new mystery date every other month, El Matadude,” North pointed out. Which was true! El Matador’s dating life was far from dry, you could fill up a stadium with all the people he had messed around with. “This should be, like, relatable to you.”

“That’s not the—“ El Matador stopped himself. Not that these fools would understand.

But even long after everyone had called it a night, the post still clung to his thoughts like… slime in his hair? Or gum on his shoes. And worse? It screamed for itself on the field the next day.

From the moment the whistle blew, El Matador’s game was off. His footwork felt sluggish, his positioning was beyond awkward, and his signature flair? Took a day off. He let passes slip by. Hesitated on shots. He didn’t even hog the spotlight.

By halftime, Coach looked two seconds away from setting him on fire.

“El Matador, what in the world has gotten into you?!” he roared, while the rest of the team subtly scooted out of that splash zone. “It’s almost like you don’t want to do your job!”

Shakes frowned. “Yeah, dude, we were literally yelling in your ear out there.”

All El Matador could hear was muffled ‘bla bla bla’s. He muttered something under his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The match ended in a draw. Not good enough. At this point, everyone just chalked it up being the Vegas air. Or maybe, for El Matador, it was the fact he wasn’t ready to confront the real problem at hand.

When their flight got postponed until the next night, the team took it as a sign to blow off some steam. Well, the whole team but one person. He had his own plans and it was going to take a whole lot of determination. And depending on how this night ends, a condom too probably.

The club was packed. Music thumped through the walls and sent vibrations down El Matador’s spine. Absolutely none of it registered. His only focus was finding Ninja and with a small whiff, he picked up that distinct cologne and knew exactly where to go.

There he was.

Standing in the VIP section, looking perfectly unbothered, a drink in hand and his face buried in someone’s neck. That woman. Laughing like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

Fuck this guy.

El Matador’s stomach twisted with something pure and agonising. His pulse spiked, and before he even processed the sight, his body was already moving— pushing through the crowd like some possessive animal on its way to reclaim territory.

“So, this is what you’ve been so busy with, huh?”

Ninja turned to the voice, his gaze unreadable, swirling his drink lazily before taking a slow sip. “El Matador.” He exhaled. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Looking for a rematch?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” El Matador huffed, arms crossed. His eyes landed on the woman wrapped around Ninja. “I just had to see… this for myself.” Squinting, his face screamed ‘Back. Off.’

The woman glanced at him, let out a knowing chuckle in Ninja’s way, and gracefully excused herself from the scene. And now, it was just them.

Ninja smirked. “See what?”

El Matador exhaled sharply through his nose. “This. H– Whatever this is.” Whether the Spaniard realised it or not, he looked absolutely unhinged right now. If jealousy grew a pair of legs and paid Ninja a visit, it would be El Matador.

“Jealous?”

Oh, the absolute nerve of this bastard.

“Pfft. Puh-lease.” El Matador scoffed. “I’m just looking out for your brand. You should know better than to get caught up in some scandal with a–”

“A what?” Ninja shot back, almost immediately. As if they had rehearsed this conversation a million times before.

Silence.

El Matador’s throat went dry.

Ninja took another sip. Painfully slow. His head tilted, eyes practically burning into El Matador. “Thought so.”

El Matador’s hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, and then clenched again. His entire body felt like it was running hot with frustration and something else he didn’t want to admit right then and there. It’s not like they hadn’t sloppily made out a hundred times before or the fact they’ve been messing around for the past few months. And now, out of nowhere, a girlfriend? Yeah, El Matador had enough. He turned sharply on his heel, ready to shove past the crowd again until– Ninja caught him by the wrist.

The music kept pounding, but all he could hear was the absolute deafening sound of his own heartbeat. Embarrassing.

Ninja’s finger slid down, tracing the inside of his palm before tightening around his hand. “El Matador…” His voice was low and rough.

El Matador didn’t turn around. But he didn’t bother pulling away either.

Ninja took a step forward, closing the space between them until the heat of his body seeped deep into El Matador’s skin. His breath, warm and teasing against the back of El Matador’s neck. “If you came looking for answers…” he murmured, voice laced with something dark. His fingers skimmed up El Matador’s forearm– barely a touch, yet enough to send a ripple through him.

“Maybe,” Ninja’s lips brushing just shy of El Matador’s jaw, “you should try asking the right questions.”

Every inch of El Matador’s body tensed. “Ninja…” The name slipped past his lips like a moan.

Ninja’s grip didn’t loosen. His thumb traced over the back of El Matador’s knuckles, pressing just enough to make his breath hitch.

El Matador turned then, the space between them non-existent. Subconsciously, his palm found Ninja’s chest, a touch more felt than meant, yet he didn’t push away. Instead, he tilted up to look at Ninja. His gaze hooded, lips parted ever so slightly– an unspoken challenge between them, daring Ninja to cross the line.

Bricked up would be an understatement! They were teetering on the edge of something reckless, welcoming all of Vegas to be their witness. If The Super Scoop was struggling to pay rent, this scene would’ve paid everything off for the rest of their lives.

Maybe “hate” was just another word for wanting something to the point of regret. And if that was true, then El Matador hated the way his body betrayed him, gripping onto that man like his life depended on it. He especially hated how Ninja knew exactly where this ride was headed.

And it was about to take them all night.

The next thing El Matador knew, he could hear Klaus screaming from the room next door.. Right, he was back at the hotel. His head throbbed, his body ached like crazy, and for a moment, he considered the possibility that he had been hit by a truck. But no, just whatever last night was. He exhaled, somewhat grateful he had the room to himself. After everything that went down, he had no idea how he would explain to his poor roommate why his shirt was missing. Or why he was limping.

Back to the screaming. El Matador groaned, burying his face deeper into the thick hotel pillow. His entire body ached. He was naked and cold. And his phone? Buzzing nonstop.

None of that was a good sign.

All of a sudden, the screaming got closer and closer until it was outside of his room.

“KLAUS, DO NOT–”

Too late. The door slammed open against the wall. How? El Matador was too tired to even question how his teammate pulled that off. Seems like privacy was old news because the rest of the team flooded in right behind him, trailing into his room like a swarm of ants.

“EL MATADOR YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!” Klaus wheezed, waving his phone like a fan who had just been noticed on social media. “Remember the woman Ninja was with? Everyone thinks she looks just like you!”

El Matador shot up so fast his head spun. No. No, no, no… Please God no.

Cool Joe leaned against the doorway, casually sipping his coffee. “Oh, you’re gonna love this one, El Matador.”

Klaus flopped onto the edge of El Matador’s bed and shoved the phone into his face. The harsh blue light shot his sleep-deprived eyes, making him wince. He blinked rapidly trying to clear out the fog. As the words and images settled, his heart dropped. 

“BREAKING: MYSTERY WOMAN SPOTTED AGAIN! NEW PHOTOS OF HER LEAVING NINJA’S HOTEL ROOM!”

El Matador stared and stared. And he stared some more. Holy shit, that was absolutely not the same woman. That was him.

Long dark hair, the same exact silhouette, and that way-too-recognisable stance? He knew his teammates might be a bit dense at times but if they really sat down for a second and connected the dots, he would never hear the end of it. 

The replies underneath didn’t help his case either: “are we being fr right now? ninja is literally just dating a female el matador clone”

And another: “ninja beefs with el matador and is suddenly dating his carbon copy? oh we are so back!”

North whistled sarcastically. “Damn, bro. You got a doppelgänger AND a scandal? That’s rough.”

Cool Joe winked. “Yeah… real rough.”

They laughed hysterically, fist-bumping. Of course, because if anyone caught on, it just had to be these two. And they were milking this for all it was worth. If that wasn’t enough torment already, his phone buzzed again. A message from the man of the hour. Or, well, the man of many many hours.

“I’ll see you next time, cariño.”

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 5/7)

Like i said previously im gonna try to finish these before the end of the year so expect to see the rest of these guys very soon (hopefully)

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there’s gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I’ll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

JAYWEED:

Jayweed used to be part of the Sprigatito line before death, as evident by his cat-like features and his vague association with plants.

His arms are transparent, and can't really come into contact with anything besides Jayweed himself.

Can see spirits and talk to them, but chooses not to. He doesn't want to "waste his time" with the dead.

The creepiest thing about Jayweed is that his pupils aren't attached to his eyes... I...don't know what to do with that information but hey! It's info!

Somehow able to escape the friendbox without any outside interference. We don't know how he manages to do that.

He knows where you are. Start running.

LUKE:

Despite popular belief, Luke is not affiliated with Tulip in any way, shape, or form. They have done a collaboration at one point though.

He started his cult after growing bored of his mundane life as a simple model. He knows all the stuff he says is completely fake, but his followers still eat it up anyways. Pests, the lot of them.

Luke often goes on different podcasts in order to preach his word to a wider audience. Most of them seem to be outputted by him... well except for Braidy and Mykyie.

Luke is the only one to know about Cookie's past, but he never brought it up to anyone else for some reason...

He isn't afraid to put himself in danger, in fact he seems to enjoy the thrill of it.

It takes approximately 45 minutes for Luke to do his hair.

GERBICYCLE 2:

Gerbicycle 2 was made by Turo after being commissioned by Iono to make a delivery bot for her.

He met both Grace and 4est before the events of friendlocke, as they were all in Area Zero at some point in the past

It is scarily easy to convince him to go through even the most ridiculous of plans, as Gerbicycle doesn't exactly put much thought into consequences and stuff like that. It seems that somebody took advantage of that.

He initially wasn't programmed to feel emotions, though he is slowly learning how to.

When he's not in his work attire he likes to wear hawaiian shirts... it is unknown when or why he started to wear them.

Gerbicycle 1 died of food poisoning... how that happened to a robot is unbeknownst to me.

That's it for now! Uhmm... disintegrates

[lyneytricks]

Come on, won't you tell me more? (Sethoscara) | dividers by cafekitsune

Word count- 3040 words | not proofread, pls tell me if there's any mistakes (if you actually read all this lol)

Sethos has feelings for Wanderer but hasn't realized it yet. This fic is kinda about how his curiosity for the eccentric turns into a meeting and then to infatuation something something etc. Lowkey im just talking & its disguised as a character study disguised as a fic. Wanderer knows Sethos likes him, he doesn't do anything about it (ALSO hasn't realized he likes Sethos) | Also very very brief suggestion of sethos fantazising ab wanderer innapropriately

Sethos is naturally curious. He wants to see, to know and live and experience anything and everything, to touch everything he can afford to have in his grasp. 

That is, perhaps, a reason why he is so insistent on knowing more of The Wanderer. Perhaps it is simply his nature to want to come closer to the unknown. 

And unknown he is, that man, practically a walking enigma.  

Wanderer, Sethos has come to realize, is everything but clear.  

His attire is Inazuman, customs and features reminiscent of the nation, as well, even if he does not acknowledge it in a way that is substantial. He speaks of it as if it will burn his tongue, layer of hatred overlayed through his words so thin you can barely notice. For all anyone knows, Sumeru is his home, as always has been, though his ways of speaking betray him. The Snezhnayan accent he has adapted over the years as thick as the snow upon its land, as the walls of the Temple of Silence. 

Ah, and his attitude, of course. Sethos tries only to be honest when he says he is unique, and not in a good way, precisely. Though, he has seen the way the other treats children and elders, those young and weak and in need, how he is so kind it shocks even himself. 

Wanderer pretends he does not show kindness. That he is not soft, as humans are. 

Perhaps, is his final thought, that is why he is so curious, why he finds himself looking and trying over and over. Again and again, he searches until he is exhausted and spent and sore, in search of a glance, a conversation, anything he can get. 

Sethos looks and looks, finds himself looking up, up to the now-familiar voice he has filed in his head as “Hat Guy” (Quite silly, isn’t it? That such a serious man, someone of such mystery has such a ‘name’? That the idea he finds himself besotted with has such an unserious title?) 

There is a flash of white and blue and the movement of every article of clothing, shadow cast from the ornate and intricate hat the Wanderer wears, and Sethos looks, the giddy smile he is sure is on his face contrasting the Wanderer’s own.  

The anemo user tells him something, some teasing comment that the other is meant to react to, meant to hate or like or answer to (It is masked as mocking, though Sethos knows better by now). There is, however, a small truth in his words (“I’d say you are no errand boy at all,”)  

He does not, only offering to spend time together with a small truth of his own, (“I’d say you are no student either,”) and the Wanderer is gone, flash of white and blue and no longer a shadow to be noticed. 

The Wanderer always finds himself leaving, vanishing from these encounters without a trace (he is exceptionally skilled in being gone, of not being seen when he wishes not to). Sethos, he finds, is honest with him. Too vulnerable, is his first conclusion, though he soon notices the electro user is simply emotional in what he chooses to share. He will not bare open his heart for the Wanderer to see, not at first glance, and it makes the Wanderer curious. Because, of course, the forbidden makes one want. 

During their first meetings, the puppet thought Sethos to be nothing more than a pesky bug, a fly he must swat away before it is attached to him. He could not bear to think of the idea of companionship, not with a human. Not with someone he will have to face the thought of losing. 

He has found companionship. In Buer, the Traveller (and their annoying pest of a travel companion) 

Two of those three he is certain are not mortal, that they will not die unless killed, like he. This, he can manage, this he lets himself, because even though he is not as he once was, he is still as scared and weak for those he finds himself close to.  

Loss is not a thing he could handle, and yet. 

And yet he finds himself looking, as well, searching out of the corner of his eye for Sethos, finds himself waiting for a voice that never comes at the slightest flash of yellow clothing. He finds he does not run anymore, be it by his own curiosity, or by, Archons forbid, affection. 

He holds conversations with the boy (An adult, technically, though he is so young Wanderer cringes at the thought of calling him a man), a back-and-forth fuelled by mutual curiosity that neither Sethos nor he can help but fall for, even if they know every question is a careful ruse.  

The Wanderer, Sethos quickly realises, knows how to make himself interesting, how to be alluring. He knows and understands the inner wonders of every mind but his own, uses them in his favour to gain an advantage, to have an upper hand that Sethos is exceptionally weak to. 

It is natural, then, that the green-eyed boy takes Wanderer to see things, to watch and experience and know, things Sethos would have liked to be shown by someone he likes (Selfishly, foolishly, Sethos hopes the Wanderer likes him. He reasons that the eccentric does, enough for him to accompany Sethos in these outings, enough for him to appreciate these moments. Right? He dares not ask) 

These things, of course, Wanderer has seen before Sethos was even conceived, before he was but an idea in his mother’s dreams and a hope in his father’s mind (before even that, still, though he wishes not to think too much. The idea makes his stomach churn, like he is doing something he should not by entertaining Sethos), and he is so amused by the idea that he cannot help but laugh. A human, trying to teach him things he has all but memorized centuries ago. His voice is an honest, quiet thing. The most sincerity he has let himself show this far, the most he has let himself show that he cares. 

“You humans are impressed by anything” He mutters, and even though the sentence alone would sound condescending, the tone in which the Wanderer speaks seems far too vulnerable to be true. (In truth, the puppet is envious of this, the ease in which Sethos is content with nothing and impressed by everything. He, too, was as young and excitable and easy to please as he claims Sethos to be. The memory is bitter, tainted by time and change and knowledge, though he wonders if he will ever be as happy as he was then.)  

Sethos, in turn, does not question why the other uses the word ‘Human’ (he is one too, is he not?), offering a grin and an oddly cheeky comment about appreciating beauty. The electro user shoots Wanderer a glare when saying this, and the aforementioned man simply laughs.  

He understands what that means. He notices what Sethos’ curiosity has blossomed into, what his lingering stares mean. He knows.  

How could he not? The eccentric has lived and seen, experienced far too much not to.  

Wanderer thinks, briefly, that he should not let it happen. He should tell Sethos off, crush his hope before it takes root and blooms, before he thinks he may have a chance. He should stop himself before he lets himself hope too much, as well. 

He does not.  

The puppet realises, then, that he has become incredibly soft. He had once called this behaviour weak, though he now knows it is not (Buer has become horribly insistent on changing his view on emotion, since taking him under his wing). The anemo user does not answer.  

He cannot bring himself to, and Sethos notices. He notices, and yet, he says nothing more until it is his hour to part. 

The boy says something, then, and though Wanderer’s first reflex is to pull away, he does not. He offers Sethos company during the walk, because the night is dangerous even in the city, and pretends not to notice the flush in Sethos’ face when he agrees.  

He is being disgustingly honest.  

Why?  

He wonders if this is because how he has changed over his time in Sumeru, or because of Sethos. Is someone’s mere presence enough to do such a thing? 

Sethos is surprisingly quiet during the walk back, so unlike himself that the Wanderer considers asking. He does not ask, of course, because that is something he cannot let himself, and so he thinks about it for himself instead.  

He thinks, for a long time, watching the road. He comes to a conclusion, eventually, that now that the other’s curiosity has been sated, he wants nothing more out of this. That the errand boy will not bother him anymore, as he now knows what is behind the idea of the Vahumana student everyone seems to know the puppet as.  

He does not know why the thought makes him slightly bitter, why the idea is difficult to accept. 

Quickly the thought vanishes from his mind, perhaps as quickly as it came. He stares as discreetly as he has learnt how to and notices something, finds traces of emotion in the boy’s face that he recognises. 

Sethos is quiet because of hesitance. It is the same look the puppet once wore, sitting between bladesmiths and drinking tea because he did not know how to do anything else, cup after cup after cup. Perhaps the boy cannot bring himself to speak, as he once did, or perhaps he cannot find the words.  

Regardless, the eccentric lets it happen, lets Sethos squirm and twiddle his thumbs until he finds the courage to speak, while walking beside him, when the Wanderer stands at his doorstep (Cyno’s, though Sethos is staying for now) “I’ve been wondering, what’s your name?” The boy asks, tone as cheerful as it is hesitant (Wanderer has always questioned how Sethos can be so happy every single time they speak. Maybe it is only because of who he is speaking to) 

At that, Wanderer laughs. It is not mocking, because the question is so absurd to him that he cannot help but laugh. The amusement rolls off his tone in a way that is almost contagious, and Sethos finds it that he, too, finds the question absurd. Because why wouldn’t it be? This is what made him anxious? It is ridiculous, in a sense “I have no name. Call me what you wish”  

Sethos looks unamused, at best. Wanderer finds his expression horribly amusing, brows furrowed and lips pouty (Like a child throwing a tantrum, like an animal searching for mercy. If the eccentric did not know better, he would think that Sethos’ eyes are wet with unshed tears. That is not the case, he thinks, because how could the boy be so affected by Wanderer’s words?)  

“That’s… Not what I’m searching for,” the boy says, tone and words and everything about him so honest, so straightforward. It is overwhelming, being able to know so much about another, someone else letting him see so much. He will ruin this boy’s good will, if not for his personality but for his nature. Everything he is allowed to touch is doomed to rot, and it is fear that almost keeps him from hearing what the other man says to him “everyone seems to call you by some sort of nickname, what exactly is your name?” 

The electro wielder speaks as if that will change the answer he is given. It is somewhat pathetic, like watching a deer try to get up. It sparks an emotion in the eccentric’s mind that he cannot place, this specific sort of pity that he feels when watching this display.  

The Wanderer, in turn, decides to offer Sethos mercy. A promise for information, knowledge presented right within arms’ reach.  

Of course, Wanderer dares not present the name that the boy so deeply yearns for, will not lay bare his ‘heart’ for the other to see so quickly, not without push and pull and struggle and teeth.  

“You can ask the Traveller for the name they call me by, I care not for what name I am called. Do not ask me this again next time.” Is the answer he finds himself giving, words carefully calculated in its cadence and tone. (As always, are they not? Wanderer never finds himself being truly honest, even when he claims to.) 

The conversation fizzles out eventually, words becoming fewer and fewer and more spread out inbetween the silence of Sumeru’s night, until there is nothing left of it but a memory of each other's voice and a wish to hear it again, rekindle the conversation. 

Eventually, Sethos gives off a polite goodbye, and though Wanderer scowls at the affection in the boy’s eyes, he gives a goodbye of his own. The boy is not at fault for his feelings, Wanderer reminds himself. Sethos has no choice but to be human, with all the horrible consequences being one takes. 

The puppet pretends, then, as he reaches the Sanctuary of Surasthana, that he does not hear Buer’s incessant questions. (“Aw, you made a new friend, Hat Guy! What’s he like? When did you meet him? Where?”) She looks out for him, though he cannot convince himself to enjoy the treatment. He feels like a child, being coddled in such a manner. It makes him overwhelmed from the affection, the thought that anyone could ever wish to treat him in the manner Buer does without having an ulterior motive. The fact that she does not, then, is one of the reasons why he is so confused over these actions. He wishes not to, and will not, dwell over his emotions any more than he already has for today. 

Sethos does ignore his company, as well, though it is easier for him to avoid Cyno. Smart and good at interrogating as the General Mahamatra may be, he cannot read someone’s mind, does not possess the power the Lesser Lord does.  

It is easier to ignore questioning when the one being questioned cannot be bothered to think about who is speaking to them. Sethos’ mind loops over and over and over again over the promise of a next time, the thought as appealing as it makes him dizzy. Wanderer’s mere presence makes him horribly tense, and still, he reaches for the feeling anyway. He wonders how much more he can take before falling apart at the seams. 

Sleep does not come easy to him, then, anticipation building in his being until it threatens to burst out of him as if he were a rope stretched far too wide. Sethos has to get up a lot, he finds, to calm his overactive head and beating heart, doing and organizing and making in the guest room Cyno has so very kindly let him use during the times he wishes to stay in Sumeru City. 

And so, the next morning he is off before sunrise, a flash in Cyno’s peripheral vision and the sound of keys rustling so familiar that the General does not question it until the boy is outside, running as if he was being chased. Cyno can see it, the flash of yellow and a quick spark of electro right at the corner of the window, just barely enough for the General to notice it (he was planning to play Genius Invokation TCG with Sethos during his idle time... Oh well, he’ll just have to ask later.) 

Sethos searches like a man starved, as if the knowledge of a name he will barely bring himself to use will be his salvation. If he was anyone else, Sethos would have thought himself to look silly, searching like that. The Traveller is that, a traveller. What chance is there that he will find them in Sumeru at all, let alone in the city? 

He eats outside, while he walks (even if the elders in the streets tell him that he should not), because the fear of missing out on meeting who he is in search for when he is indoors makes Sethos’ stomach churn, bargaining with street vendors and eating while he searches, looking and looking and looking over and over again. 

He finally finds what he is looking for as the sun sets, watching the Traveller speak to their travel companion with some type of bittersweet joy in their expression. (The Traveller always looks like that, like they are never truly happy. It makes Sethos as curious as it makes him sad. They do not deserve to be as bitter as they are, Sethos believes. Not when they have done so much good) 

He makes polite conversation with them, then (even if he feels guilty for interrupting), until finally he gets what he desires, the knowledge he has been in search for the entirety of the day. He hears the Traveller pronounce it in such a robotically mastered Inazuman that it makes Sethos surprised, and he tries it over and over on his own lips until it stops having meaning.  

He always does that, exhaust any new incentive as soon as he lays hand on it. Perhaps it is because of his previously sheltered life, that every new thing he acquires is something he wishes to try and learn as soon as he can. Perhaps, though this new knowledge does not tire him. It does not become bland and tasteless after he repeats it, does not lose its appeal.  

Sethos would wager it becomes more enchanting, with how even the mere vision of blue makes him flush and stammer, stop in his tracks and look until he sees nothing, until he finds that what he is searching for never comes. 

He feels ashamed for what he thinks, then, the thoughts that swirl in his head as he tries to fall into slumber. Sethos has always thought these things to be normal, these desires, though he has thought of his feelings towards the Wanderer to be nothing more than curiosity up until now.  

Perhaps it is, then, that this curiosity is giving him more than he bargained for. 

[causeimcrayzeebee]

Spoilers for chapter 4 so far!

okay ik everyone and their mother is probably talking about this but monomoko seems to be becoming more and more sympathetic for the students and it kinda scares me for her future, considering what just happened w dr kan (KYS!!!!!). im not particularly sure as to why this is happening, maybe the black spots have to do with the memories or the feelings from the deceased students??? i feel like that has to have some significance. also she went and talked to people that were pretty significant to people who died or got killed, like sasaki and okazaki, so i find that intriguing. im still so confused as to how any of monomokos abilities work but hey ojima got a glimpse of the sky! yeah open sky screamed death flags ojima pls stay true to your word. also the yanagi analysis by monomoko was wild lmfao but i did really like seeing that, it was good to get a better idea of who yanagi really wants to protect,,, hes grown on me so much god i love him

TAMBA MISSING KAMIMURA I AM IN TEARS F UGH KKJSJAJEJE sweetie you DO deserve to be alive but this dialogue is so real i can totally see why tamba is spiraling out. her survivors guilt is really getting to her n how she was so careless before n still survived while someone like kamimura who took a bunch of precautions was killed. obviously tamba deserves to live; the question of who deserves to live is as hayashi said, it’s not something anyone has to prove, you just make the most of it. i really love hayashi and tambas interactions ESP in this chapter.

watari adding patches for the people who died in gonna CRY. i wonder what she would’ve said if she had the time to respond to monomoko, that definitely put Okazaki onto the forefront of her mind.

now onto some actual analysis

I think the why do you mourn them question is answered well with tambas sentiments before; they were so young and just died because of the situation they were forced into. Danganronpa is so dangerous too when the people in the killing game are teenagers, who are still learning to make rational decisions, so putting them in a kind of environment that puts pressure on them to make this kind of sacrifice to get out alive and save themselves, a very human instinct.

i had something in my drafts that I was gonna post desperately but might as well talk about it here cause it fits! i think a lot of why the pink cast is in such mourning goes to the kind of lives they live normally. many of them are more isolated, like kamimura or wada, or surrounded by people but not truly by people they can be themselves around, like hiroaki, chiba, and harada. especially considering them being the best in their field, they have lives where it’s hard to make connections with their peers and it’s a genuine one. that’s why hasegawa n kamimura become attached at the hip so quickly; kamimura was able to actually have a friend. this applies to pretty much everyone, and i think that is what is at the heart of the quick connections. they have the ability to be with their peers and don’t have the outside worlds social pressures on them. it’s a horrendous situation ofc, but if it weren’t for the killing game, they wouldn’t have talked to each other even if they did live near each other because of various reasons. i think the original danganronpa was trying to get to this point and it did in some cases, but in others it didn’t and that lead to a lack of mourning from the cast towards the people they lost except maybe one or two people.

tetro casually making me lose my mind yay hope all that made sense

[paingoes]

more galatea rambling below cut

grrrrrr realized its been literal months since ive had kitty and apollo in the same room. which sucks so much like in my head theyre v much pair-bonded HOWEVER i think in canon and even before delta it wasnt that uncommon for them to go long stretches w/o seeing each other in-person because kitty basically never leaves base and apollo is sent out very very often because theres a general shortage of medics and even when hes closer hes just incredibly busy w work and school. they are bffls but i think a v large amount of that is online and they do still text everyday.

think i’ve mentioned this before several times but on the subject it is core to me that apollo and kitty originally had a more straightforward caretaker-whumpee dynamic because kitty used to be insane and very much incapable of taking care of herself. which i think. explains a lot of their behavior now. apollo in general is just a habitual caretaker because he also did the same thing with lun growing up like he just cant help himself. v sweet. i did mean it when i said he’s like the most well-intentioned person ever.

but he is probably the only member of the main cast who had a happy and healthy upbringing. same could probably be said of lorelai though i think just living in empire is inherently corrosive to the soul. but in either case i think the reason those two in particular can afford to be nice and relatively stable is because they had that advantage.

levon likes kitty so much more than apollo its actually hysterical. he doesnt even dislike apollo that much he just finds him super annoying at times likely because apollo is bossy and moralizing….. and critical of him which is obnoxious because levon has been fighting a war that is older than apollo even is and having to deal w what some nurse thinks of the incredibly difficult decisions you’ve had to make is fucking. annoying.

kitty is chill because she’s not bossy and she’s simultaneously like…..easygoing and very very capable which levon just finds so compelling by comparison. and i think levon had the same guttural instinct towards sympathy for her as he did delta when they first met because as stated she was in very bad shape. kitty is attached to him for that reason because revolution was the only thing that gave her life structure and the only time she felt like she was needed and wanted !!!!!

it must be genuinely very weird for her to see the same cycles repeating w delta. she does view the whole thing as her way of paying it forward so on the surface it shouldnt be surprising and yet i bet there is a kind of unpleasant uncanniness at times.

im blabbering because i feel like ill never get to reveal half of this in the text itself but i do wanna share my thoughts on it plus i just miss kitty tbh

[twstyuna]

i wish i loved skully the way you do. there's a special lil freaky dude in your brain that doesnt exist the same way in mind, but i like yours so much more he seems so much more vivid and alive when you describe him.

i think that's why i like fanfiction so much. it adds so much to these characters that i'm too afraid to dive into like that. like im too scared of what they could become if i let them roam free, that i won't like them anymore, or they'd become something so unlike their canon selves and what's the point there?

or maybe that's precisely the point and the appeal? to create something very personal with these characters as a foundation to spring from?

Ah. Despite lamenting it in the void of tags I am once again briefly reckoning with the Horror of Being seen. I do appreciate the ask though.

This ended up longer than I anticipated. (Like 1k words haha)

I'm not going to defend myself or act coy, Skully sparks an unreasonable amount of joy in my heart and brain for character I did not care about for a month and who is twisted from a character that I also have no particular attachment to from a film i have never watched in its entirety. That ending though man that END. My soul rejected Skully's fate and circumstances at the end of the event so violently that it overcorrected into copium and now seesaws (still very violently) into "HE'S FINE GUYS NOTHING'S WRONG" and "EVERYTHING IS WRONG ARGH THE TRAGEDY" and this is just the state I'm in now I think. The longer the rot stays, the deeper he's burying into my brain wrinkles. Mayhaps one day the love will shrivel and I will look upon this time fondly but for better or worse I do not think that time is nigh.

Skully and Yuu (whatever versions I have made of them) just live in my brain rent-free now. Because I have unfortunately got a never-ending supply of poison. You see, I like yandere content. What you should take away from this is not my questionable and/or concerning taste in fictional characters, but that I can live off the same vibes with mild differences for an eternity and thus with the building blocks that the sick, sick twst writers gave, there is just enough material for me to keep going over the same angst and friendship just in different flavors without getting sick of it. And so my brain keeps jumping between aus where Skully's a ghost, where he's alive, where he's childhood friends with Yuu, where he overblotted, so on so forth.

Honestly I kind of feared coming across as cringe because of just how much he's kind of taken over my blog but you know, might as well admit that rather than skirt around it. Also if I can impart even part of this plague and pain upon others, I think I will be happy from the schadenfreude of it. Please also suffer as I have from stupid sad sweet skeleton boy disease. PLEASE I CAN'T KEEP HAVING TO MAKE MY OWN CONTENT I mean who said that

I truly did not understand the blorbo disease or the creative crack that a Character could be until Skully, but that (sopping wet pathetic puppy) BASTARD (affectionate) is the reason why I have written so many of the twst fics I have now, because somehow that Skully brainrot has spawned Crewel brainrot and occasionally other character brainrot but I am getting off-topic.

I don't know how canon my Skully is.

The biggest headcanon difference probably being that despite being able to accept and enjoy a flashier, more extravagant, Halloween, I choose to think he still liked his drab original one to some degree. I assume he forgot Halloween town's events like the present day cast did, but that's not a certainty. I like him also having amnesia for angst reasons though, because there is something tragic and horrifying to me about one day waking up and the thing you love more than anything in the world has changed a little and you don't know why. It's like a cuckoo bird, like a parasite laid something in your heart and one day you find the original thing you love has died and what remains isn't the form you loved and cherished for so long though you have nurtured it into what it is. And you can love this strange new thing but the remnants of the old still linger in the back of your mind. There's just so much horror and tragedy that could be in him and we are stuck with nothing but the knowledge that he was a lonely boy who was very attached to Halloween and Jack Skellington and the worst he ever did to someone who played along with him instead of fighting him on his practices was kidnap them for a sort of date I suppose and leave them with snacks. He was so lonely and kept trying to make connections like saying things were fated and finding kinship in the smallest things he was so happy to have a Halloween together with others that even if he didn't remember why, that love and desire to share Halloween haunted him the rest of his life even if it meant his original Halloween which he grew up with for 16 years would eventually die. Because Halloween should evolve etcetera etctera. Well he's become quite like his original Halloween in that he's basically forgotten by the wider population of Twisted Wonderland and that stuff is just so painful.

And also the fact that he's barely known, that he didn't like attention, that there's barely any paintings of him. Why did he have to be invisible in present day? Does he not want to be seen??? Did he want to stay forgotten so his friends of a few nights could enjoy Halloween without missing him??? Is there something wrong with his soul??? His painting can't talk even if other portraits can. What happened to his soul I need to know but I have nothing but theories that it's split between a roaming spirit and the painting, or got fractured if he overblotted, or that he's just so old he forgot. I need ANSWERS but I also have to make them up.

Anyway, I think the point of fanfic is to do what you want with characters if that makes you happy (even if in a masochistic way). Sometimes that means making them OOC or making them tooth-rottingly sweet or sticking them in the Angst Chamber. Someone else out there may enjoy it. If they don't, at least you will enjoy it, If you don't enjoy the character anymore, then move on. If the character mutates beyond canon, file off the serial numbers, change enought o make the Character an OC, there is no fandom police to stop you. If you have your own freaky little dude, cultivate him and let him run free like a cognitohazard. The world is your oyster. If you're afraid of being too strange, make a sideblog or another ao3 account or something.

I think fanwork is undeniably personal. Whatever Skully that ends up in my fics and ramblings probably says something about the things I like and am drawn to. Things about angst and pain and guilt and friendship and connection and affection and self-sacrifice that walks the line between selfish and selflessness and all that stuff. I don't have a psychology degree to pick apart my brain exactly, but using his character the way I do makes me happy and I'm just gonna enjoy it as long as it does.

I do have some faint fears about what will happen if Skully's story is continued in a future NBC event, but even if that Skully ends up being different from the way I picture him in my head, it's not gonna change the one I've already made up. Maybe I'll like his canon form more, maybe I'll like it less, but the fanon one I've made up isn't gonna disappear and I am a believer and appreciated of the 2 cakes thing. If his names is localized as Scully I'm keeping my k-Skully and britishassistant can pry that spelling from my cold dead hands.

[hexxedundead]

Spoiler warning for anyone who hasn’t seen it — This is my person thoughts on the movie and my own Movie Review.

Feel free to comment and give your thoughts too.

Trigger Warning: SA/R, Violence, Blood, Drug Use

Movie Review-ish (more so my thoughts and opinion) :

I just wanna say, this move truly was great.

I’m not sure why but watching the trailer I felt like it wasn’t gonna be great. I had low hopes for it for some reason but obviously my thoughts have changed.

At first, when watching the trailer, I thought that casting choice for the men were so strange. I felt it was weird Channing Tatum was playing such a creepy dude. But while watching the movie… I get it. It was on purpose. They guys were suppose to be a weird choice and now I really liked that they casted them. Men that people were fond of. My personally, I love Channing Tatum. I have watched his movies for a long time. I watched Haley Joel Osment movies when he was a child. Simon Rex from scary movie 3, my favorite out of the franchise. Men who I loved watching. Men who felt “safe”.

Just like the main character, Frida (Naomi Ackie), who was fond of Slater King (Channing Tatum). She was essentially a fan of his who she felt an attachment for. She felt safe enough around to accept his invitation to go to his private island.

It was sad and scary… as much as the movie didn’t really seem like it throughout, once it got to the relieving of what’s actually been going on… it was very sad and scary to know that people seem one way and are totally not how it actually is. I think it truly had a great message.

I also loved the change in Sarah (Adria Arjona) who was very much about herself and trying to get the man and against other women; then coming to the understanding that women can be there for other women and sometimes that’s all you have to help you are the other women. That you need to stand will women to help them.

Another thing I liked that they added were the other characters that weren’t exactly part of the abuse, but sat back and watched. Slater King’s assistant Stacy purposefully chose to forget. Stacy representing women who stand by and let men do bad things to other women. The same thing with the character Lucas. He didn’t do anything to the women but he also didn’t do anything to help the women.

I think this movie was a wonderful representation of abused and power some men have over women. I love the symbolism within the movie and each character. It truly was a great movie.

Questions I still have:

I do wonder what the red symbolized or if it was just a creative touch throughout the movie. There was a lot of white and placements of red in just about every single shot.

What did the raspberry’s symbolize? They were constantly being shown and I felt they were a part of a bigger picture that maybe I just didn’t get.

Maybe I’m just reading into things more than I should 😂

I also am confused how Frida was there on the island before, I believe a year prior. Similar things happened and she obviously got out and didn’t remember the whole trip. Obviously the time she was on the island was lost and when she was back at home… where does she think that time went? I wish they would have explained that. She was there once before, she was brought back… but where does she, or anyone else in her life, think she was? Especially her job.

Im big on movie breakdowns and “let me explain” type videos after watching a movie. Finding things I might of missed or seeing it from another perspective. Here are a few that I enjoyed.

[myillusions]

Noisy Sunday (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: You've entered a mindset you're unsure how to come back from, your own emotions drowning you in a pool of despondency. Joel is there, trying to help you pull away from it.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: HEAVYYY angst, fluff, cursing, large descriptions of depression, anxiety, dark thoughts, comfort, undefined age gap (reader is of age), kind of dark themes its very somber

A/N: hi hi!! oh my, im so sorry i havent posted in so long. life has been so busy lately with exams and work, but here's this whilst i struggle with that and writers block! sorry (not rlly) that its so angsty, THANK YOU SO MUCH to anyone who reads, i hope u enjoy lovelies! also please please PLEASE i cannot stress this enough; if any of the warnings i've stated make you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read this!! and for anyone who may need to talk, my messages are always open <33

It’s peculiar, you think. How it eats away at you, gnawing down against supple flesh when you’ve already been forcefully spiralled onto the floor. Most say it’s like greeting an old friend; and you agree. It’s almost like reuniting with a family member whom you rarely see at a gathering. The one which then continue to pester you with inquiries you don’t have the vigour to answer. 

It comes in a moment. Sometimes for no reason at all. It reminds you of the subject which stops your musical theatre production mid-way, shining a glaring light towards you whilst you stare wide-eyed back; a deer caught in the headlights. Your character starts to break down around you whilst you’re stood onstage, its pieces cascading along your incapacitated physique like thrashing water which you’ve just dived into from a twenty-foot jump, limbs flailing by your head until the inevitable crash through the translucent liquid stings at your skin.

It attaches itself like a shadow to you, not always so visible yet constantly looming from around your shoulder. It never really made sense to you, how the more the light shines against this tenebrosity, the darker the shadow it casts. Shading you. Smothering you. A copiously adamant fire which refuses to be extinguished, its embers dancing up past the hillocks perched in the distance and threatening to singe anyone who comes near.

It made you yearn for a reposeful night, where the stars shimmered like pools of water in reflection to the sea rather than your own tears surging down your cheeks. Where a modest zephyr tapped gently at your swaying hair, twirling locks around its invisible finger gingerly. Where the whole world paused on its axis, bringing forth those few moments of pure solace. Nothing to bother you, and nothing for you to bother.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” A husky voice drawls out from beside you after the door to the front patio squeals open on its hinges, revealing Joel; adorned in his sleepwear of blue plaid print trousers and a black long-sleeved sweater. Considering his normal attire of worn-down jeans and a permanent scowl, he looked almost ridiculous, but in an admiring sort of way. His inquiry forcefully dragged you from the dazed state you had found yourself caught in, your eyes hauling themselves to face him laboriously slow, like it was strenuous to do so. You blinked a multitude of times to attempt to clear your head of its cloudiness.

You gave a harsh swallow before you even attempted to reply, “Not long. I just needed some water and air.” You lied right through your teeth, wincing towards the factor that a glass of water was sitting idly beside you on a tall and round wooden coffee table, still full to the brim with the reflecting liquid. Joel didn’t look convinced. To be honest, you had maybe caught a total of eight hours of sleep in the past three or four days, if lucky. Your body drums with craving for rest at the deprivation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to relax for long enough to lull into even a light rest, thoughts striking their way through forcefully in the canvas of your head, ripping downwards to leave their mark fiercely, consistently reminding you that pain is not an easy thing to ignore.

If you could say the apocalypse surfacing has brought you anything, it’s that it’s made you tired. So tired. But there are two types of tired, you suppose; one is a dire need of sleep, the other is a woeful need for peace.

Joel exhales past his nose harshly, his head dipping downwards for a moment, maybe in disappointment- you’re not sure. Either way, your stomach lurches with guilt, and you turn your head to face forward once again and pay rigorous attention to each detail lining the Jackson street in front of your given accommodation. The street was entirely empty, the only sound to be heard within earshot being the light whisk of the breeze against your supple skin, reddening the tip of your nose and turning your fingertips numb. You should’ve guessed Joel wouldn’t believe your white lie. Knowing him, he likely noticed you retracting the sheets from your legs and his arms strewn around your waist at just the start of the night, before tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as possible to weave through the kitchen then to the front patio, where you have been set for a couple of hours now.

You’re both silent for multiple pregnant pauses, and you have to fight the urge to nibble nervously against your bottom lip, apprehension swirling within your chest.

“Do you want to come back to bed?” Joel tries cautiously, to which you visibly tense. You tilt your chin downwards dubiously, before giving an almost indistinguishable shake of your head from side-to-side.

Joel doesn’t give a response to your discreet answer, but instead pushes himself forwards from where he’s leaned against the doorframe to move past you and settle against the uncomfortable wooden chair opposite your own. The chair creaks as he perches himself there, the only intruding sound to the tranquillity before it swallows you both whole once again, thudding against the thin air which is gradually turning palpable. It’s suffocating.

“…Would you-“ He starts, his gaze turning upwards from the patios surface to face you, “Want to talk about it?”

Your heart throbs agonisingly at his offer, your fingertips tracing the wrecked linen material of your pants. You try a small, consoling smile, one that barely reaches your eyes; your head lifting to face him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You murmur back, sombrely. You weren’t fibbing about this, though. There was no explanation as to why you were feeling this surge of perplexing emotions. It appeared as if it were just a protruding root sticking awkwardly out from the soiled terrain, its only task to trip and surprise anyone who were unfortunate to tread along. Even if you wanted to talk with Joel about it, you weren’t sure how to put it into words. It’s fine, until it’s not; a surprise.

“I can’t help you if you won’t let me.” Joel speaks, his voice softer than usual, as though he was afraid for what your reaction would be.

You bottom lip purses as you bite down against your tongue roughly, almost drawing blood to quarrel against the melancholy rising in your throat. You’re not sure how to reply- you don’t wish to reply. You would rather descend into the quietude than face this situation. It’s not that you liked the silence, no- you actually despised it. Silence gave any thoughts swirling around the midst of your head permission to inflate and rise to the surface, bobbing up and down there, whilst its limbs helplessly thrash around, wishing to get back to shore.

It's only after you notice that Joel is still peering over at you expectantly do you swallow gratingly, opening your mouth to answer.

“Well, I- It’s not anything, I’m fine-“

“Why can’t you just stop for once in your life?”

“What?” You ask, your voice cracking at its edges. Your brows shoot upwards at his words, taken aback.

“You lie to me, act like you’re okay- when you’re so clearly not and you won’t even let yourself realise that you need help.” He speaks sternly, eyes firmly trained on you- whilst you can’t even meet his gaze, eyesight shifting to anywhere but where he’s sat opposite you.

You weigh over your words, a trepidatious lump forming inside your throat. Your vision blurs at its corners, your brain fogging over with despondency.

“Please don’t make me say it.” You eventually speak again, your voice strained painfully, as your head drops down in a swaying motion, defeated.

Joel doesn’t reply, but instead reaches forward, gently placing his hand atop your own where its set against your thigh. He gives a gentle squeeze, urging you to blink back up towards him, where he’s peering at you with a softened gaze; and you can’t fight off the tears that instantaneously build up against your vision, attempting to rip past your shields and barriers which are gradually toppling down around you.

“I am barely holding on.” You admit, your shoulders slumping forward with the heaved effort of speaking without letting a cry rip through in interruption, causing a few teardrops to plunge down the canvas of your cheeks. A harrowing headache thrums against your forehead, your field of view only worsening, but not enough that you can’t see the way that Joel’s expression is overcome with visible empathy, which only results in making your stomach lurch more.

“And I-“ You exhale sharply, “And I can’t even tell you why. I just- there’s this thing, and it’s weighing over my shoulders. I can’t shake it.”

“You don’t have to find the perfect words. Just tell me what you’re feeling. I’m here.” He encourages softly.

“It’s like- like I’m here, but I’m not. I’m away from my body, watching over myself; whilst continuously being dragged backwards by this unknown force- pushing me somewhere I think I know. It’s like déjà vu, when you walk into a room, and you don’t where you know or remember it from, but you can feel that you recognise it. I-I’m angry, I’m sad and I’m confused. Maybe I just have a built-up resentment against the world.” You speak rather sullenly, but try to mask it with a small, tight-lipped smile towards Joel once your brief monologue comes to an end.

“I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling. But… I don’t want you to push me away. I want to try and help you, in any way that I can. But I can’t if you won’t allow me to. And… I don’t want it to seem like I’m tryin’ to coddle you, or anythin’. It’s because- y’know, I care about you.” Joel speaks steadily, his gaze shimmering with uncertainty.

Your heart lurches downwards in repentance with his words, as though you were liable for your own shifting thoughts and feelings. It bruises you; how much you’ve allowed your emotions to take hold, guiding the wheel in a swerve as rubber burns against asphalt distastefully. How far you’ve come, just to end up here. You know you need help. You’re just unsure how to accept any. But you know that you wish to breathe again. To hold out a hand to loved ones. To be afraid of death again. To have excitement at the idea of different winding roads. To feel free as a light breeze washes against your skin, clearing any distress from you in a wave. You wish to dream again. This longing is what powers your words onwards, as you peer over at Joel, vulnerable,

“I need help.”

Joel’s hand raises from the back of your palm, and instead encompasses your icy fingers with his warmer ones, intertwining them. He searches your eyes for a moment, and once he discovers a bold outline of authenticity, he promptly nods towards you.

“Together?”

“Together.” You reply.

It evokes a memory of a familiar oak tree. One you were very accustomed to when you were younger, before the outbreak. As a child, you used to wonder down the street to the park perched at the end after every school day. Outlining the grounds, just opposite a wooden bench, was an oak tree. Tall and mighty; confidence resonating from its stance, daring anyone to meddle with it. Thick arms branching from its moss-coated wood, whilst the lime-coloured leaves bundled against each other cascaded the surrounding distance in shade. You would lay beneath it, basking in the frigid yet reassuring atmosphere it created, hair messily sprawled out around your head. You would frequently come to the spot to just rest within the constant spiralling of the world, watching as the tree’s features changed with the reoccurring seasons; its leaves shifting from green to gold, from gold to ginger, then from ginger to cherry, and then falling, oscillating down to the soil with the wind, before repeating its cycle. It was almost soothing, watching its colours shift around with the change of the earth, whilst resolutely remaining staunch in its attitude, its branches a prime symbol of vigour. Changing, but still remaining what it is; strong. You deeply envied that, and hoped- wished, that someday you would build yourself up to resemble that oak tree.

"We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick." - Atticus

Noisy Sunday - Patrick Watson

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[wizard-loving-wizard]

i have devastating news that will affect no one else so much as me so i don't feel bad sharing it but i just have to tell someone or the void of the internet will do

so jordon brown is the (un)official dropout reporter who i have mentioned a couple times before on here. he posts all about dropout and interviews a bunch of the dropout cast. i have gotten super into watching his videos and subbed to his patreon cause he's got exclusive interviews and stuff. he's also the reason i got obsessed with vic michaelis whom i am now very attached to, so it's like this weird four-dimensional inverted parasocial vortex BUT NEVER MIND THAT

unnecessary lore BUT he found dropout in the first place because he was actually a TAZ fan originally and then started watching dimension 20 during the pandemic. but he's still a mcelroy fan and he interviewed the brothers recently. he's a true fan like he asked them about death blart and everything.

anyways the new development is that while he was livestreaming the other day, he mentioned he had a very silly idea for a video that would involve going to vegas and filming there. i made the connection to death blart pretty quick since that basically happened in the latest episode lol. i took a long shot and commented asking if it was related to paul blart mall cop 2, completely expecting jordon to ignore me, cause there's no way it was actually about that... right???

WRONG. jordon. said. i was. RIGHT. he acknowledged my comment in the stream, saying "[username] knows what im talking about!" or something like that and i just about lost my mind

soooo this is like AMAZING? jordon brown x death blart content would be SO GOOD. he's so funny so i know whatever he does will be great.

however. howeverrrr. he mentioned going to vegas at the same time as a specific show, which is happening on october 31st 2025. and this is actually very good timing for death blart since it's yknow. just around Thanksgiving NEXT YEAR.

so now i have the prospect of this beautiful hilarious content rattling around in my head, but now i have to wait almost a year for it?? If it even happens???

i shouldn't have said anything on stream cause ive cursed myself with this knowledge with no promise of satisfaction.

let's hope that the boys follow through and recruit aabria for a mall cop themed one-shot next year that comes around sooner than october so i can get some more silly blart content T-T

[headdaze]

‼️ MANYYYY SPOILERS AHEAD, proceed at your own discretion‼️

***also this became very rambly because I am never ok when it comes to discussing characters im attached to being endangered so yeah enjoy this outpouring of emotion 😭***

bit of context: was getting caught up on a webtoon I really enjoyed when I had time (killer peter for those interested, please do check it out, stunning art & riveting plot) and got attached to this new character that got introduced! then I found out out the webtoon had a subreddit and promptly went to check it out--don't judge me, being a fan of a specific webtoon can sometimes feel really... lonely..?? at least for me because I forget there are others who read and are invested in it like I am 😭 so I was overjoyed to find the reddit and see what other fans had to say 🥹 ...until I kept scrolling and kept seeing people talking about how they were pretty sure the new character I JUST got attached to is going to die based on future releases (Korean releases are way ahead of English releases bc the webtoon was first released in Korean then licensed in English)

then I got really devastated and started coping by 1.) starting to sing (for some reason) the wedding march but I replaced all the words with "no" and 2.) repeating my mantra that I have always held true throughout the years to keep me sane: "IF THEY DON'T DIE ON SCREEN THEY HAVE NOT DIED!!!"

BEFORE I REMEMBERED!!!:

(verbatim) *pauses singing* "wait, I survived GOJO dying. if I can survive gojo's death, I can survive anything!! 😃" *nods assuredly to myself*

feeling much more comfortable now because I'm just going to be honest: I'm a survivor of the hard times of the jjk and bsd when BOTH gojo and dazai's lives were hanging in the brink of "will they won't they die" and came out still alive so YES!!! I CAN SURVIVE THIS!!! WILL IT KILL ME ALL THE SAME IF THIS NEW CHARACTER I LOVE DEARLY DOES DIE??? YES!!! 😃 But! if dazai can come back from his horrible odds and I choose to believe that the author of this webtoon is not on gege akutami levels of loving to torture their fans (please, please, please, please please pleasepleasepleaseplease) everything! will be!! okay!!!

honestly yeah jjk has prepped me well for character death fear, like at one point I genuinely thought only 1 of the 3 of the MAIN TRIO would survive, it CANNOT get worse than that 😭 not to mention how early gege killed off one of my favorite characters (NANAMI DESERVED BETTER)... and the whole thing with nobara.... and megumi....... and mai..... and like...... idk......... most of the cast......... 😞 life as a jjk fan. is hard. I have never ever feared that plot armor would fail to come through until jjk...... nothing can be as worse as the fear I suffered whilst reading jjk....... (KNOCKS ON WOOD 🪵🪵🪵)

tldr; I'm a survivor and if my new beloved dies I'll. shrivel up for a few months at minimum. but I"LL LIVE!!!

(please everyone pray for this to turn out like bsd not jjk 😭😭😭 I'm not emotionally strong enough for this 😭😭😭)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

infodumps abt a new au idea (the demon-familiars au, or the un-familiars au)

TL,DR: Reader is a witch/wizard hired by a town to handle a poltergeist/demon problem (Vanny has a cult and is trying to summon demons lol), but they aren't very good at being a witch/wizard and after a bunch of 'throwing things at the wall to see if anything sticks' and absolutely nothing working, they, in a panic, kind of accidentally summon Sun and Moon, who are equally shocked to see them and after a bunch of staring at each other like ?????????? reader ropes Sun and Moon into helping them and hides them in plain sight as their 'familiars' until they've taken care of the demonic cult problem, promising to send them home as soon as things are ok again. PLOT TWIST THEY GET ATTACHED TO EACH OTHER AND KISS PROBABLY HAHAHAAAAAA

(the long initial ramblings/brainstorming i did w the space aces in discord is copy-pasted below, if anyone wants only vaguely coherent ideas n concepts abt this au and ur willing to torture urself, go nuts w it ig lol)

taken directly from the space aces discord, i present: the reason all of my aus are barely coherent and somehow overly thought through and barebones all at once, as shown by the following example (unfamiliars au edition)

weird silly demons/familiars Sun Moon au where Reader is a (less than talented) amateur witch/wizard trying to lie themselves into a position of relative security (bc theyve had to move three different times bc towns shun n drive away witches/wizards that proves to be unhelpful) and they werent actually trying to summon sun n moon so they end up getting them involved in their scheme but oops there is some kind of other demonic threat that is actually a big problem and oops oops now we have to seriously work together to not get killed by the other eviller demon or the cult summoning it while also fooling the townsfolk into thinking that u r competent and have everything under control

Sun and Moon, a couple of demons just chilling when suddenly summoned to the material world: what in the heck Reader, having just performed a spell/ritual they've never read the instructions for backwards and facing the wrong cardinal direction: SHUT UP AND PRETEND TO BE MY FAMILIAR FOR A MINUTE OR WE ARE BOTH GONNA GET KILLED, BURNING-ON-A-CROSS STYLE

hhhgj i just had. a rlly sappy idea for the 'familiars' part

basically like. witches n wizards naturally end up casting their own 'summoning' spell for their familiar at some point, most of th time when they are really starting to understand and control their magic? so to see a witch or wizard without one it's like 'wow they're a beginner' or 'something is wrong with them, why dont they have a familiar??'

so Reader asks Sun n Moon to pretend to be their familiars partly bc 'uh oh i summoned two whole entire demons without even meaning to i have to make this look intentional' and 'if i have a familiar the people will assume im a Real Witch/Wizard and respect me more'

and at one point when they r getting to be like, actual friends instead of 'weird roommates', Sun gets curious bc ofc he does

Sun: Soooo,, we're your pretend-familiars? Reader: Yea Sun: Sooooooooo,, do u not have a familiar? I've never heard of a wizard with no familiar Reader, visibly upset/disappointed (in themselves): Yeah, well, it turns out it's only the witches and wizards with actual skills that can summon familiars. So. Couldn't tell you if I've got one or not, I've never managed a proper summoning spell. Sun, foot in his mouth: oh,, Reader: Yep.

and then later. It turns out. There are ways to make a demon into a familiar! Turns out in the distant past some wizards used to make demons they frequently summoned for spell/magic services into familiars bc it was way easier than just doing the entire summoning ritual every single time

but at this point, Reader and Sun n Moon are close enough to be good friends, and Reader doesnt want to force that kind of permanent connection on them, they probably just want to go home, theyre probably sick of being here and being around u, and,,, u get the idea

and Sun n Moon dont wanna force that kind of permanent connection on YOU bc what if ur sick of them, or ur tired of feeding and housing them or putting up with their jokes n bickering, or maybe after everything u really dont want anything to do with demons!!!

so there's a lot of sad pining that none of them know abt

bc ofc they r all idiots in this au sorry thems the rules

and then at some point there is some big threat/place they have to go to, or maybe Reader gets injured in a fight, idk take ur pick, anyway in a heat of the moment panic Moon is like 'HEY U WANT US TO BE UR FAMILIARS RIGHT??' and reader like barely conscious is like 'w??? yea??????' thinkin he means the pretend thing theyve had going on

anyway spur of the moment/'im doing this to save ur life bc i love u' familiar binding spell/ritual performed BAM now ur stuck together

and when everything is calm again n the fighting is over reader looks at Moon and is like 'so ur like,, my actual familiar now,,' and Moon, sweating bullets, unsure if this is rlly what u wanted or if u went with it out of fear of dying, is like 'yyyyyyyyyes?'

and reader starts bawling their eyes out and kisses him bc this is like. th dream scenario to u

anyway reader n sun n moon are th worlds least likely wizard/familiars combo but somehow they r absolutely unstoppable together thank u for coming to my tedtalk

[lunar-years]

https://deadline.com/2024/08/ted-lasso-season-4-deal-near-brett-goldstein-hannah-waddingham-1236049653/ LOOK WHAT YOU DID /J

Article here

PHEW. Okay. I kind of cursed us I think? I’m sorry everyone. :(

now that i've had a few hours to soak this news in uhhhh. I have thoughts! As many of you know, I flip flop all the time on whether i actually *want* more Ted Lasso, but now that it's far closer to happening and we're hearing a bit more about what it might it entail, I'm unfortunately kind of landing firmly back in the "god no keep that away from me" camp. Reasons being:

The show kind of doomed itself when it made s3 because at the beginning of that season I would have SWORN there was going to be a s4, and by the end i was convinced there was absolutely never going to be a s4. They had sooooo many plots going on, and instead of doing the reasonable thing and adjusting the original vision of the show to expand the vast amount of story they'd ended up with for s3 into two enjoyable and well-paced seasons, they decided to instead squeeze it into one very mid, terribly paced season. so now s4 isn't going to make much sense because the show already HAD an ending (even if it was a subpar one)

why on EARTH couldn't they have decided to move ahead with this before everyone's contracts expired 😭 wtf wtf!!!!! this is an absolutely wretched cursed timeline. if i remember correctly everyone was under contract for 4 seasons up until May this year. and they're going to turn around and announce a s4 in AUGUST??? hello???

As the article mentioned, and expanding on point #2, it is quite likely several og cast regulars are no longer available or only available in a guest star capacity. this sucks. a show that's missing some of the characters is literally FARRRR worse to me then a show that was given an ending and is now over forever. boo. if you're not giving me back jamie tartt again like literally pack it up boys. why are we doing this.

the *only* cast member I could understand (and perhaps even endorse) being lowered from series regular to guest star capacity would be Jason, and that's mostly because I think it's very hard to rectify Ted being a part of the afc richmond / London scene again after they JUST concluded his series-long arc by having him return home very poignantly to his son in Kansas. Like...huh? He just changes his mind and goes back??? lmao*

*The article is under the impression Jason WILL be returning and whilst that confuses me i AM willing to give the show the benefit of the doubt on writing a creative, fun way of making that possible. I am willing to trust them and let them sell me on how Ted Lasso can continue on! but going back to point 3, it's unfortunately all irrelevant to me if other characters are missing. sorry but. no.

as much as i did/do love ted lasso for a vast number of characters, i am too emotionally attached to my favs to where i literally do not think i would enjoy the show anymore if any of them were missing. A roy and keeley plot without jamie visibly in their lives sucks 2 me. A roy plot without jamie OR keeley (because frankly i'm hesitant about the potential of juno returning either) also sucks 2 me. i love the characters together and considering where we left them in s3, it doesn't excite me at all to think about their futures without each other. i'm not asking for rjk to be canon, even, im just asking for them to all be like. IN IT. At the end of the day, the show I love, I love because they were in it.

based on the current specualations...if everyone is in it (with or without ted) i will be tuned in but i feel nervous about it. if phil's really not returning like certain reports are saying, i'm not watching. BUT i will follow along via post episode tumblr gif sets where i can see any of the fun lighthearted roy stuff and keeley stuff and team stuff and ignore the rest of whatever the fucks happening. i will peacefully continue to live on (and contribute to) Ted Lasso Ao3 island.

[whityoungfan]

DRDT CH 2 SPOILERS

(for this theory we are going to assume david isn’t lying about seeing areis body first)

IM SO SORRY IF SOME OF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE I DIDNT FEEL LIKE READING OVER IT

i believe the culprit is whit and eden was an accomplice/helping him in some way

to start with, whit was in the cafeteria in episode 4 when arei was yelling at monotv over the rope she was given and how it had something to do with her past. monotv then said that it was going in the closest. Im not sure if he had a intent to murder arei or anyone else at the moment but he (and eden, possibly hu as well) are the only ones that were in the room to hear where the rope was that could of actually done the crime

moving on to episode 6, the tape seems to be stolen around when eden fell to the ground and ace got up during nicos attempted murder. this is why eden and ace are the current main suspects of the trial. when eden fell down she could of easily grabbed the tape and given it to whit, this is why she was considered a accomplice (ill explain why whit and eden are connected to the case together later on)

episode 7, whit told david to go to the relaxation room the night before the murder. this is also the exact time the culprit intended the murder to look like it happened at. this could of been a plan to frame david as the culprit.

the culprit wanted the crime to look like it took place that night so they could say they had an alibi during the fake time, whit also had an alibi during this time.

if david saw areis body in the morning before the bda, then the people who would would of set it off would of been him, teruko, and eden since whit would not count. this would work the same way as the original idea in episode 15.

another thing is when teruko was about to walk into the playground eden tried to stop her

in episode 8, when whit asked eden if she wanted to go into a different room and sit with him. this could of been so they could have a plan set out (?? this is possibly a stretch)

episode 9, when eden was originally being accused of being areis murder whit cut her off to change the conversation. she could of very much been the murder but whit decided to cover for her with no good reason ??? he has to know something about the case to know shes innocent. also, he is actually the one that asked about the accomplices; what counts as an accomplice OR culprit and what happens to an accomplice. he could of done this so he would know what would happen to himself and eden.

episode 12 (or 13??? i i dont exactly remember when this happened ill have to check) when whit says he has an alibi, he also says charles has an alibi too early that morning?? i just thought that was odd

and episode 14. when eden was being accused AGAIN he said that there was no proof that she was guilty even though there was also no proof that ace is guilty either. see he continues to cover for her throughout the trial? this is just odd to me

eden was also a parallel to min in a way this episode, teruko trusted min to be betrayed. if eden actually has something to with the murder while teruko began to somewhat trust her it would just prove teruko to be right that she can’t trust people or get attached

i do feel like edens tears were AT LEAST somewhat real though.

the chapter in general is about the cast not actually being good people or wanting to actually change for the better. in the title cover of the chapter, there is hidden text under “all that glitters” that says “a good person”.

eden and whit are the only two characters in the cast that have been seen to be good people that have faith in others the ENTIRE chapter. it only makes sense for something to be revealed about the both of them that contradicts this to go along with this theme (i could make this about teruko and her secret too but. that’s another story)

honestly, the only thing that makes me not believe the theory is why would they want arei dead?? they have no clear reason along with ace (who is another suspect)

ace hasnt really even talked to arei.they dont really know anything about each other.

eden is the main reason arei wanted to change, she was areis first real friend and meant a lot to her. and for whit, they seemed to become close in chapter one somewhat?? they hung out a few times throughout the chapter but never brought it up again in chapter two

overall, the case has been narrowed down to only a few peopler and i feel as if they could be the most likely to have something to do with it