#martin though……… weirdo freak love him

[littleprincefan]

to all my fellow hereditary fans PLEASEEEEE watch the killing of a sacred deer TRUST ME . that movie is weird as fuck and is about a fucked up family with a guy named steve IM TELLING YOU TRUST ME ON THIS ONE. please

[o-uncle-newt]

NINE: characters you love to hate, then love to love

I was going to write "characters you identify with" but honestly... do I identify with any of them, per se? Not so much- they're all very sitcommy, in a good way. I've never been the kind of person who wants to see "real people" end up in sitcom hijinks; that just ends up being cringe comedy. I want to see the kinds of weirdos who can handle it, who were written for it.

The Cabin Pressure crew are perfect for this. They're all at least a bit (at LEAST) over the top, and all have something that makes you, occasionally, want to punch them (if gently, in Arthur's case) in the face. They all have a kind of a grandiosity that means that no amount of plot-related deflation can truly diminish them- even putting "Dougie" in a life jacket and making him explain how a whistle works isn't going to change the fact that, once that's all done, he's Douglas again. Of course, Arthur will always be Arthur no matter how often he's called a clot- in fact, he becomes more Arthurish the more that happens, because part of what makes him larger than life is his near-impermeability.

I think that that's kind of the point of what makes the characters so moving, though- they’re given a tremendous humanness that is, very often, linked to exactly the thing that makes them larger than life as a sitcom character. And yet, somehow, exploring those human foibles and feelings never diminishes them as sitcom characters to the point of making things actually uncomfortable (except possibly Kuala Lumpur and Qik for Martin, and those are rare bottom-tier episodes for me anyway).

It’s just pretty awesome- the very thing that makes a character larger than life also ends up being the thing that makes them lifelike. It shouldn’t work, but it does.

For example, let’s take Carolyn. What makes her larger than life is the sheer extent to which she takes being a boss- and, in many ways, a control freak. It’s what makes her hilarious but it’s also part of what is holding her back as a person, in the sense that she doesn’t feel like her crew would be there for her if she WEREN’T a control freak. So this natural part of her personality ends up becoming a barrier to her happiness because of the way it interprets how she sees the world, the lack of trust that she has in people who care about her (of course, except for Arthur, but he loves EVERYONE and isn’t trustworthy for other reasons lol). This of course extends itself to meeting and being with Herc, whose feelings for her she can’t fully trust- and as a result she can’t trust him.

The key ends up being- her journey is not about Carolyn needing to be sweeter or softer. It’s about people realizing that she’s not sweet or soft, people like her anyway (or maybe even BECAUSE of it, in the case of Herc), and she needs to trust that they do. She didn’t need to cut back on any part of herself- she needed to open herself up to more, keep the parts of herself that make her her while also not letting them mislead her into being closed off. She remains the same person, but expanded. And that’s pretty beautiful. The thing that makes her a sitcom character isn’t a character flaw that needs to be fixed, it’s a character trait that can be both used well and misused. Misused is funnier but used well is happier- and both are her.

On a similar note- if there’s a character I come close to identifying with, it’s Martin, which I’m sure is the case for many (though if you identify with Douglas, I’d be fascinated to know you lol). I don’t identify with him all as a human being, though, which is a comfort because, like, oh my goodness that would be depressing! I think that the things that people identify with about Martin are his constant striving and, yet, his constant failure- but his core trait is beyond that, that he wants not only to be doing the thing he loves but to be both GOOD at it and RECOGNIZED as good. This is of course intensely relatable, and the thing that is maladaptive is more the extent to which he goes to achieve this than that actual fact itself. By the end of the show, he’s basically brought to normal-human levels of achievement and competence at his dream and is newly satisfied with it, and that’s something we cheer him on for because it just feels achievable- if someone like him can, surely I can too. (This is, of course, mildly undercut by him becoming the boyfriend of the Princess of Liechtenstein lol.) Whatever Martin goes on to achieve will be BECAUSE of his core sitcom trait of wanting to excel at a thing that he loves, but he will have become mildly less annoying about how he achieves that because of how he’s grown. After all, too, part of how he’s going to achieve it is to take on a sitcom trait (a mask of invulnerability) of another excellent sitcom character, Douglas, even if it came via Rory!

Essentially, I think, the key to Cabin Pressure is that it recognizes not only that the very things that make you laugh at a person are the things that can make them deeper and richer, but that there is nothing about the process of them improving themselves that has to make them less funny, because they’re not fixing their sitcom flaws, they’re becoming better about how they use them. They’re still recognizably the same people.

I could go into a whole ramble about sitcoms that I think do and don’t use this well (Frasier, for example, was very good at this for a while but lost it; Parks and Rec, in contrast, got the principle very well but was extremely uneven at applying it on a character by character basis). But I do want to single out Ted Lasso as a show that really fumbled its attempt at this. I loved S1 and really went off it after that, and part of it is that it decided that everything that made Ted distinctive as a character had to be inherently maladaptive. At a certain point, he became Ned Flanders in the Simpsons episode where it turned out that he was essentially psychologically abused into being cheerful all the time- not only was he less funny, he just didn’t feel like the same person. Now, Ted Lasso was more of a dramedy than a sitcom, and maybe that’s why they thought this was necessary/warranted, but if so they were wrong, IMO.

I mention other sitcoms in comparison, and I guess the real clincher that makes Cabin Pressure special is that it lets all its characters grow, to some degree. There’s a kind of an acknowledgement that a sitcom “rule” is that the main character can’t really change, or the show won’t be the same. It explains, for example, why Frasier doesn’t develop to the degree that Niles does in the first two thirds of the show. And the thing is that JF defied this because he got that a great sitcom character needs to have a funny personality trait, but it doesn’t always have to be (equally) a flaw. Cabin Pressure’s crew will always have those same traits, and sometimes they’ll use them well and sometimes they won’t/those traits will clash with others’, and in the latter cases (and sometimes in the former too!) that will make for funny episode premises. A character growing enough that a particular maladaptive element of their sitcom trait is no longer a big issue is great, but doesn’t make them less them, and therefore they’re still going to be funny even if it’s in a different and more self aware way.

Now, you might ask, how does this all play in with JF’s concept of sitcom graduation, where there’s a natural endpoint? I’m glad you asked! To me, the answer is that this is their graduation from THIS scenario. Martin had definitely graduated from MJN, if not from the crew family; Carolyn had graduated from running a dictatorship where she felt like she couldn’t trust, and even reward, people who believed in her; and Douglas had graduated from his feeling of ironic detachment. But we can feel confident that the sitcom traits that they have won’t stop being relevant, that they won’t stop being them, and that they won’t stop being funny. It’ll just be with a different dynamic and different sets of flaws related to that sitcom trait. There will always be situations where their sotcom personalities will be funny!

And I think that the key example of this was Cabin Fever, honestly. While Arthur, who is the only character who couldn’t completely change, obviously didn’t, the other characters brought up retain all of their key traits from the show, just in a different kind of an environment. It becomes clear the extent to which their sitcom traits were just particularly pronounced elements of well drawn personalities with constellations of related traits, and a Douglas/Herc trivia-ranking rivalry shows all the same Douglas sitcom traits that he always had, just applied in a different way. These people’s stories and never really ended- it’s just that particular page that turned. They’ll always be them, outsized personalities and all.

And maybe that’s why the characters live on so much to the fans. We can plop them into new imagined situations and know not just how they will react in a human, but how funny it will be. They’re not merely human, they’re sitcom characters, and that’s the best part. They’ll never lose that.

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 82 let's gooooo

Ok we're gonna get some answers as to what the fuck is happening here nice nice

DAISY MY BELOVED

God I love scary women

Martin's more clever than people give him credit for I think, he immediately notices something is up with this new case and the way daisy is handling it even if he doesn't know what to do about it

He seems like a huge mess my poor dude, he's desperate to believe its not Jon who killed leitner but he's running out of options and answers and hes going about it the right way, by trying to involve Tim and talk about it to figure out a plan but Tim's too wrapped up in his hatred of the situation to try and get out of it

I love him so much I understand the ACAB Martin memes now

Underneath it all, he's just as desperate as desperate as Tim and as much as it seems like he's trying to deal with it constructively, he's putting his faith in the police by sticking with his Michael and Helen story even though they've literally been like yeah we can do whatever we want here

Omg I forgot basira quit!! It seems like she cared about her

Martin K Blackwood being told "everyone I've talked to says you and him were close" literally giggling and kicking his feet

Were they close? I feel like she was mostly saying that to get a reaction from him but I guess Martin did do his little Jon check ups so there's that

Imagine getting framed for someone's murder and then finding out your coworkers were all like yeah bitch had no friends...

NO WAIT THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT SASHA OH MY GOD

TIMOTHY I LOVE YOU

ELIAS MY BELOVED

When he gets back??? What do you mean by that Elias???

I'm so confused why is he being terrible at framing him?? Like just fucking say he did it, why all the dancing around like yeah he could never kill someone but I hope he could??

WHATS SO FUCKING FUNNY ELIAS

YES DAISY DRAG HIM

(although I feel like Elias gets stronger every time he's called a weird little freak)

ALICE???????

Oh my god I understand now we do know why she's called daisy and it is sad

Oh my god I can feel her rage through the screen

Ha Elias calling it a strange musty place as if he isn't the head of this strange musty place

Oh he's such a bastard

STATEMENT NEVER GIVEN OH THAT FUCKS SEVERELY

Oh my god daisy backstory

Oh my god I can imagine how fucking shitty it must feel to have your story be told by this random weirdo freak who absolutely shouldn't know this and the dissonance of him speaking as you, saying how you felt and saying the words "I like to feel strong. To be in control", while wrenching the control from your very hands

Oh my god I could rave about the "that's why it was my fault" "it wasn't my fault" FOR HOURS. Does Elias want her to think it was her fault? I don't think so, cause the statements tend to be truths, so I guess daisy actually does believe it's her fault underneath it all but has attempted to convince herself over the years it wasn't actually her fault

So then feeling that ripped away at that moment must've been fucking terrifying, like you've been slowly plastering a wall over and over again over years and then someone comes and bulldozes it

OMG YOU CANT KNOW THAT. she's accepted that he's telling the truth and that he does know and that she did feel that excitement, so she might be very quickly adapting to what she thinks might be the best course of action, which is going along with Elias or she refuses to accept that the event was her fault but she has no problem accepting that she felt excited seeing the bodies

I guess accepting it was her fault would be a sign of vulnerability right but accepting the excitement is a show of a kind of secretive power

He can't know how terrible she is cause then the secretive bit is taken away, which then takes away from her power

Her whole thing is that she can do whatever she wants when the police department doesn't care, but Elias knows and is threatening to tell them and therefore remove her power

Oh my god she's so interesting I want to study her under a microscope

Jesus Christ that's fucking horrifying

"you've made your point" god she wants it to stop but she's still keeping up pretences of power, she's flipping between horror and fury in response to Elias

It's so interesting the power dynamics here, it's two people used to being the most powerful in the room, one because of the lack other people's knowledge of what she does and the other because of his knowledge of what other people do and in this scenario, Elias obviously wins out and it's clearly the first time she's encountered this kind of struggle and therefore lost a struggle

Which adds to her violent and terrified reaction

WHY DID SHE KILL HIM??? WHAT

SHES KILLED MORE PEOPLE???

Id let her do whatever she wanted to me

"Does close the case and move on" mean pin it on Jon??

KILL HIM QUICKLY???? WHAT

"there's not telling what he might be capable of"????? BITCH YOU SAID HE DIDNT HAVE THE STOMACH FOR MURDER

WHAT

Why doesnt daisy notice his obvious lying???

Is she so rattled by him giving her statement???

YESSSSS I HOPE SHE KILLS HIM I SUPPORT WOMENS WRONGS

God damn that was such a badass way of saying that

TIM NO

I think part of Tim does believe Jon didn't kill Sasha

Tim just wants Martin to show a little bit of anger at the situation, to show that he's not alone in feeling the injustice, cause I guess to him it seems like Martins just taken it all in his stride, he's just been like yeah this is happening now (maybe it's a different type of trauma response? Having to move on cause what other choice is there) which totally makes sense for Tim

Oh god SASHAAAAAAAA

Hmm wonder what could've been said for Michael to come across as "Working with Jon" as opposed to "stabbed him in the shoulder and has been a generally nuisance all season"

[capsfriendly]

i was tagged by @captainmcbabygirl !!

if you had a spotify wrapped but for which hockey players you talked about the most, who would be your top five?

Alex Ovechkin - life long love. i will talk about how they stopped making his sticks. i will talk about the goal chase. i will talk about his infectious joy, his idiotic politics, his everything. he's already skating again after fracturing his leg two weeks ago. what’s wrong with him. rnmb forever <3

The Rest of the Washington Capitals - i am on the caps lb yapping about these weirdos more games than not this season. i will talk about future captain tom wilson, girl dad dylan strome, my beloved goalies lt and charlie, my favorite raw milk drinker jakob chychrun, the beautiful mistreated pld, sydney crosby's head's #1 squatter martin fehérváry, maryland man john carlson, and pretty much anyone who won the cup with us in 2018.

Matthew Tkachuk - my hyperfixation with matthew tkachuk was overdue. i didn't know who he was before last year's playoffs, but i remember reading somewhere about him playing injured in game 4 of the vegas. there was some post about brady lifting him up and dressing him that almost made me cry. he got me, okay?

Quinn Hughes - before the scf this year, his numbers were higher. unfortunately, dear ratthew won the cup against his former rivals and snubbed quinnifer. i'm seeing the canucks in january, though, so i'm SURE i will be blabbing about him more after that.

John Tavares - if not for the amulet, this spot would have gone to a certain german bitch. instead, it's being taken up by this freak.

this sideblog is only a few months old, so i don’t have a lot of hockey mutuals yet, but i’d encourage anyone who wants to do this to go for it !!! and tag me when you do !!!

[shieldofrohan]

Jaehaerys the douchebag was the real surprise of Fire & Blood. From him creating the whole Targaryen exceptionalism bullshit so he could bang his sister. And then of course there is his horrible treatment of his daughters. The callouness with having one hundred men strip naked in front of the one who was mentally disabled was just "dad of year". And this is the best king?

Hello @eonweheraldodemanwe ,

You have no idea how much I hated that Fire and Blood book and Jayjay was one of the biggest reasons. That annoying piece of sh*t lived that long just to p*ss me off.

This book made me rooting for Maegor. He really should have killed idiot Aenys' whole brood to save all of us from misery.

I don't even want to talk about that book. Yes it tells that ALL Targs suck but Martin really put very problematic and disturbing ideas in that book which totally ruined the series for me.

Anyway... That idiot Jayjay and fake feminist Alysanne were so fcking annoying and selfish. They married despite of the political situation Westeros in because of Targs' desire to fck each other and I was like: WHY? Selfish weirdos used their nukes to shut people up and came up with that Exceptionalism bullsh*t to shut people up for longer. Their daughter Daenerys dying of shivers and our beloved Khaleesi now shitting on grass really proved that TaRGs aRe sPeciaL.

What really bothered me with that book was that it felt like a joke. Yes, to certain degree that book was satire but written as a Targ propaganda. So it had two aspects of it.

1- This a Targ POV, therefore a propaganda so don't let it fool you.

2- This is a satire about how in subtext Targs sucked.

But it was also obvious that Martin tried to give an example of his ideal/good king with characters like Jayjay. Even though he makes sure that Jayjay was also an a*shole, he gives the hints of him being a good king.

I think (!) Martin believes that a good ruler doesn't have to be a good man and this is fine... I don't believe this idea, but I can respect it.

My problem was those hints of a good king. Because they didn't feel developed naturally.

[Btw, Martin sees Jayjay as a good king, I didn't come up with that idea: source]

Martin's attempts to paint Jayjay and Alysanne as good king and queen were laughable.

I know that Martin prefers the peaceful kings.. the ones who don't fight etc.

OK. But I find this idea unrealistic. Not all wars are for money and fame. His idea of a king who only cares about improving economy and good harvest is a little utopic.

And I think he cheated a little when he tried to show that Jayjay was a king who chose peace over fighting. Because that little sh*t didn’t have to fight in the first place. Meagor suddenly dies, so does Septon Moon, Joffrey Doggett starts serving him with tears in his eyes (WHY?) and Faith Militan got disbanded because let's incest weirdos who think they are gods defend the Faith. Aaaaand now you have a kingdom without any defiance. Wow Jayjay... you worked too hard dude, go fck your sister for a while.

Martin was like: "Hey this bloodpurist weirdo loves reading and talks about tax policy... obviously best king ever!".

Him wasting pages for his tax policy was such a weak attempt to make his point about Aragorn's tax policy. Because I didn't care about Jayjay's kingship in the first place. Yes a lot of awful leaders in the history managed to come up with good economical or whatever policies but those people actually sucked in the long run so we don't remember them as good leaders, therefore awful people can't be good rulers imo. Sorry not sorry. When I read Jayjay's reign, I didn't consider him as a good king for a second.

And his sister wife was even worse. She was like I HAVE TO BE HIS QUEEN!! Why? Because. Yeah ALIEsanne, only you can be a good queen, you freak. Let's be disrespectful and selfish to Westeros' people.

She was like: "I ended that barbaric first night tradition (I wonder why Martin insisted on some "myth" about Middle Ages...) because look at the poor women who suffered because of barbaric Northern Lords (she works on this after her visit to North was so?????). What would Westeros do without some white imperialist bloodpurists who are more sophisticated than barbaric Westeros lords???"

And she got surprised when Valyrian lords were also into prima nocta but HEY, women in Dragonstone were happy about it because Valyrians were not some simple lords! They were GODS!!! Such a blessing! Because women love being used by "gods".

She was like: "Women can RULE too" But she usupers her sister's right. And Martin tries to paint her as a good queen because she let women speak. She believes she is superior!!! Who cares about her fake woke white feminism?!

ANYWAY. Both Jayjay and ALIEsanne were awful and I didn't read them as good king and queen. I think Martin's philosophy of "bad people can be good rulers" wasn't for me. Because I believe that a ruler who believes he/she is superior than normal people can't be a good ruler. Ofc, good ones makes mistakes too but were talking about: Bloodpurism, racism, nuclear weapons and imperialism here. These are not some normal human faults. These are the recipe for a really awful rulership.

Another yikes about that book was that all anti Targ people were AWFUL or they died while they were fcking a horse!?. Only perverts, mad people, sexist pigs and bigots were anti Targ during the whole book. And people of Westeros were ok with Targs... Yeah who wouldn't love some white people with nukes come to invade your land? This is some white American thing, I guess...

When people of Westeros killed some geckos because some old smelly mad man provoked them to do, they felt bad afterwards!?!??! Literally all book was a joke and you can't force it to make sense by only saying that this was written as a Targ propaganda because Martin CHOSE to write this way. And I can't unsee the problematic aspects... This book screamed: "AN OLD WHITE AMERICAN WROTE ME".

I love Martin, but I wish he didn't write this book at all. If I sound bitter about him lately, this book is the reason. I wasn't expecting sth this awful.

And the book wasn't even pleasing to read. It had no literary value. Just bunch of unnecessary information (like the Septa who wrote a naughty book) about annoying and awful people.

It lacked the aspects that made Asoiaf great like the psychological side of the characters or character developments and arcs and beautiful POVs...

But it shares one of Asoiaf's weak points: NO POV from anti Targ people. He failed to give a POV to people in Essos against Dany in main books and this created the DANY THE WHITE SAVIOUR. He makes the same mistake in this book too and I hated it... I wish he wrote this book from different perspectives in Westeros. But too late.

In conclusion: I HATED THAT BOOK. But at least it showed one thing clearly: ALL TARGS SUCK.

Thanks for the ask.

[jean----ralphio]

IT’S BoB LIVEBLOG TIME

Episode 1 is under the cut!

Warning, I swear a lot... and am very in love with RSJ so a lot of this was just me pointing at the screen and screaming RICH and then remembering you can’t see me so writing it down...

Episode 1: Curahee! Curaahhee? Curraahhee? I can’t spell so I’m renaming it Ross is a punk bitch

Buckle up my babies, this will be a carcrash!

00:01 Here we fucking go aw yis

00:11 Aw who’s this? I wish they named the gentlemen at the start of the episodes, I wanna know who is who :s

00:25 Shifty, is that you my angel son?

00:41 OMG you guys… these men are breaking my heart </3

01:06 Lord, men were committing suicide because they couldn’t go to fight? That mentality… man. Oh my God, you angels. Babies.

01:36 No jokes allowed, every man is <3

01:40 Now that I’m humbled and we’re all well and truly miserable…the credits, ugh, my heart. The score is amaziiiing. Some of the footage is actual war-time footage, I read, which is a brilliant touch.

02:01 DICK <3

02:13 DICK’S HUSBAND <3

02:18 RSJ’S NAAAAAME

02:27 JFC this music makes me so emotional. Look there’s Matthew Settle’s face. That makes me emotional too

02:48 Ah it’s Roe <3

03:48 I’m trying to pick them all out in the line-up but I can’t tell who is who. Are we supposed to be able to? There’s a short one in the middle, is that Harry?

03:49 I’m not drunk enough to handle this

04:10 Upottery? Ah it’s so English I love it. That’s not a name! Wtf is up with English place-names, you guys have the weirdest names. Upottery? Seriously? Is it only potters that live there? I’m so confused

04:22 Close up of Roe! Perfect. I approve.

04:32 Is that the guy from Line of Duty? I think it is

04:39 Lip <3

04:44 Ew. GTFO Cobb. He doesn’t even go here

04:47 IS THAT RICH? RICH. ILY. ILY RICH. Please note that 94% of this will be a Rich-watch

04:53 Lieb stop. I am sure you are not a certified hairdresser

04:56 RICH. SMOKING. SMOKING RICH. More like smoking hot do you see what I did there?

05:20 I can categorically say that I love Joe Toye. I do. I love him. But every time I see Kirk Acevedo, all I think of is Charlie my baby from Fringe (awesome show, please watch it). And I just. Charlieee <3

05:39 Aw. They’re so sad

05:55 They’re so despondent. Guys. It’s fine

06:05 Fassy?? FASSY!!

06:18 God Damien is pretty

06:25 Nix that’s not how you flirt

06:57 Lol at Dick noting its happy hour. Thinking about taking Nix on a date, are we? I bet you are. Now THAT is how you flirt!

07:24 OMG the fucking flirting! GUYS. “And give up all this?” NIX SAYS AS HE CHECKS HIM OUT

07:37 Yeah, Nix, you’ll take him ‘to Chicago’ huh? Is that what they call it nowadays.

07:44 Do you want to be that cigarette? ‘Cos there is nothing heterosexual about that lingering look, Dick

08:18 ‘Murica time

08:25 Ross, fuck off. Nice jacket though. “You PEOPLE are at the position of attention” ugh GTFO. Dick’s sideye tho lol

08:52 NGL Ross does a great job at being super unlikeable

09:05 Noooo you don’t want it with Johnny Martin. You wont win. Yeah, walk away Ross

09:15 Careful around Lip too, or Speirs will materialize out of thin air and snap your neck

09:33 RICH. Don’t be scared of that douchebag, baby

09:43 What kind of question is that, there is nothing Lieb wants more!

09:50 It’s weird hearing Ross swear tho

10:26 Don’t argue with Johnny, baby. Also Roe OMG <3 Shane is freaking fit

10:43 Wow Lip is ripped

10:48 Oh no, poor baby. Lip leave him be ☹ </3

11:10 LOL I just noticed the drum by the door. It says ‘butts’ and it took me a seconds to realise it was for cigarettes. I am an adult (31-year-old married woman). I’ll laugh at the word butts if I want.

11:11 RICH

11:18 Lieb omg lol

11:39 RICH BABY NO! FUCK OFF ROSS! LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL HAVE SPEIRS CUT YOU

11:52 I can’t take Ross seriously in those shorts. Hi-ho GTFO

12:07 Ew fuck off running up that, I’d just nope out like nah babe imma go chill with that sweet baby back in the butts cabin

12:18 Aw Dick <3 The juxtaposition of Dick as a leader compared to Sobel who sure he might be honing them into something formidable and skilled but he’s an asshole. He’s not a leader. He’s a bullying, abusive scumbag. Dick is an actual leader who protects them and supports them and encourages them and IHAVEALOTOFFEELINGSOK

12:43 You don’t deserve that sick jacket, Ross. Seriously. That is a boss jacket, I want it

13:04 Have they not stopped fucking working out all this time? Ugh

13:23 Oh good, Dick gets a boss jacket too. He deserves it.

13:30 I wish people had to ask me for permission to speak.

13:53 I just. He. I can’t with Dick Winters, you guys. I cannot. I have lost the ability to can. Like they’re so upset and tired and low and just with that little joke he boosts their morale back up from where Sobel fucking beat it down into the mud and makes everything lighter and they laugh and are less tense and I just. Fucking love you, Dick.

14:00 Is that my angel son? I see you Shifty, love you baby

14:03 RICH. DON’T TOUCH MY RICH.

14:07 Oh my God, address them yourself you weirdo, Ross. They’re right there, you’re right there! I had a colleague that used to do the same, would get me to speak to my employees for her when they were right there in front of her like… ‘can you tell x to do y for me pls…’ … I was like wtf you know you CAN talk to them… you won’t catch poor just by speaking to people lower down the pecking order

14:22 Fassy! Wtf they’re not supposed to drink? Dehydration is legit one of the most dangerous things, how tf can you turn them into high-key supersoldiers if they’re dehydrated? How is this man so dumb? The guy in front of Fassy tho omg. I bet Fassy’s boss wife Alicia Vikander won’t like her husband being treated that way… she’s so badass tho right?

14:26 He’s so dramatic! Ugh

15:11 Piss off omg

15:24 oh my DVD flipped its shit here, only picked back up at 16:30 don’t @ me

16:52 RICH WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO YOU RICH

17:21 Shifty my angel son

17:46 so sweet

18:04 Sink, babe, no he is the worst, stop

18:20 LOL no, he’s jel as fuck babe

18:32 NO FUN ALLOWED. Im sorry, that tie is so ugly

18:44 Simon Pegg??!!

18:51 Ross is so dramatic God shut up. it’s not a conspiracy, weirdo

19:10 “It’s a can of peaces, sir.” Iconic.

19:11 Dick’s tiny smile is equally iconic.

19:17 SHUT UP ROSS

19:44 He wants to be punched, I think, like he’s goading them. The sick fuck.

20:47 DON’T TRUST HIM, DICK!

21:02 ROE <3

21:31 Hoobler, aw <3

21:37 I warned you not to trust him, boys

21:54 Ah boys, oh no

22:04 RICH. Kick him, baby

22:17 Bull, punch him, seriously

22:24 Oh Luz <3

22:26 Yeah GTFO, suck it, bitch

23:06 Who is this? Fella’s hot

23:40 RICH. FASSY. WEB. TAB.

24:19 Suck it, Ross

24:30 Real footage?

24:41 Lol you suck Ross

25:23 RICH. SMOKING RICH.

25:26 Bill omg

25:45 Perco, baby, no. don’t talk to Johnny Martin. Don’t look at Johnny Martin. Don’t so much as think about Johnny Martin. He will fuck you up with his gaze alone, baby

25:56 Ah Luz

26:06 OK. That’s hot. Joe/Charlie don’t be hot. It confuses me

26:42 Winnix being husbands in the corner

27:42 YOU’RE in the wrong position, dumbass, it’s no one else’s fault

27:46 Dick’s come to save the day

27:56 Ross knows nothing omg

28:05 RICH. Even my Rich is confused, Ross, you dweeb

28:20 Lol at Dick dropping down ready for a fight

28:36 Fassy isn’t happy. That means Alicia Vikander is coming for you. Joe/Charlie is definitely not happy. Lip is upset. Think about your life, Ross, think about your choices. You know you’ve failed when Roe is judging you

28:57 Nix is like lol where tf is the alcohol tho

28:59 Harry! Harry is here! But yes, baby, you’re interrupting the husband’s foreplay, leave immediately

30:00 Lol at the Nix vs Ross staredown. Nix won

30:17 RICH. GUYS IT’S RICH

30:33 Do it, Lieb. Drop the grenade. Just don’t upset my angel son Shifty

30:40 He is a literal angel. Don’t corrupt him Lieb

30:59 Nix is having another crack at flirting. “Going my way” so suave omg. Omg stop. No wait don’t

31:09 “I’m not the intelligence officer.” Neither is Nix half the time babe let’s be fair

31:14 “If I told you I’d have to kill you.” Nix is getting better at flirting! He’s been attending flirting 101 classes it seems

31:40 They’re legit such husbands prove me wrong

32:00 He’s not joking, Dick

32:06 Harry’s like oh yay yes please

32:11 Lol Nix

33:03 Ugh. Men. I feel like that hold smells so bad.

33:09 RICH. Naw, Rich is sad he’s missing out on the flamingos.

33:32 Joe/Charlie you deserve a day to commemorate you tbh. I love you.

33:46 “My brother’s in North Africa, he says it’s hot.” Bill is iconic.

34:34 Lieb, honey, don’t, please

34:49 I feel you, random hot guy. Tipper?

35:05 Eyyy this place is nice, let’s all move there.

35:17 Shifty, my angel son, my baby <3

35:26 Yay, Harry gets a boss jacket too!

36:22 Mum and Dad of Easy. I’m low-key living for Lip’s little worried faces.

36:33 THAT JACKET IS SICK AS FUCK I WANT 20

36:38 The fence is there, Ross, because you’re so fucking dumb

36:51 Guys, look, cows

37:06 He’s fucking useless. Hi Simon Pegg.

37:22 RICH

37:25 This whole scene gives me life and waters my crop

37:31 RICH <3. YOU GUYS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. RICH RICH RICCCCHHHH

37:42 Poor Tip is so done

37:58 Simon Pegg is so confused

38:04 Good job, Tipper, I’m proud of you and your pretty face

38:10 Iconic

38:15 Keep it together Tip

38:54 The hand signals, no, I’d be like BABY. WHAT. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU WTF. I’d last like a millisecond in the military lmao. Does my country even have one? Tbh probably not. Us Kiwis are too chill, cbf’ed with anything. Too busy watching rugby, drinking, and sulking that we can’t afford houses cos our housing market is fucked. But at least we beat Covid *shrugs*

39:06 ILY, old guy. You are the best thing in this episode, aside from Rich

39:22 But wait, there’s more weird Americans hopping out yo’ bushes

39:26 “Bloody hell!” Mood

39:47 “You’ve done it now, yanks, you’ve captured me!” He is such a mood. I love him.

39:54 FUCK OFF ROSS. “Would that be the enemy?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” DICK IS SO VALID I LOVE HIM THIS IS ICONIC.

40:25 Be free, moo-cows

40:40 LAMO GET WRECKED

41:00 Guys imma be straight with you. I’m on my third whiskey lmao.

41:10 Simon Pegg, please refrain from being a douchebag. Leave Dick and his husband to flirt in peace.

41:23 I love how Nix is like instantly suspicious. He knows.

41:39 Worried husband

41:45 “Misspelled court-marital.” Iconic

42:14 Ross, why you lying? So threatened and jel that you gotta lie omg.

42:50 God Damien is freaking hot. Guys.

42:57 Punk bitch Ross.

43:22 Dick is so BDE. It’s fucking hot.

43:30 Ross is shooketh tbh. Punk bitch.

43:36 AH! IT IS HIM! THE GUY FROM LINE OF DUTY S5!

43:50 That underbite must have hurt FJH a lot omg so committed.

44:02 Hey Lip <3

44:09 Johnny Martin has absolute BDE

44:22 God they’re willing to be killed just to not follow Ross. Same tbh.

44:57 This whole scene is BDE.

46:00 But Sink has the most BDE let’s be honest

46:44 The respect for Dick. Even after what they just went through. I AM EMOTIONAL.

46:58 He’s so worried like omg what have my troublesome sons done now

47:09 ROSS WHY YOU ALWAYS LYING??

48:09 Weak

48:24 Yeah, fuck off back to ‘Murica

48:34 Legit, can we acknowledge Ross did a great job (the actor). Really really well done, one of the best performances on the series tbh.

49:48 LMAO GET WRECKED PUNK BITCH

50:06 Dick just wanders about a lot on his own, huh?

50:50 What? What? I understand nothing of what the cockney guy is saying.

50:55 Me too, Hoob, the fuck.

51:00 RICH I SAW YOU

52:19 “Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men.” Don’t omg I can’t, Dick, I’m weak, I can’t deal with these fucking feelings.

52:36 DAFUQ

52:40 OHHHH I get it. Right. Dick, you’re so smart. It’s a little sad they have to do all that just to get some answers and guidance but tbh it’s probably fair? Gotta be top secret so punk bitches like Ross can’t screw things up.

53:30 Hey Nix. Speak French to me any day.

53:48 Unf.

54:08 LMAO Lieb, how many cigarettes do you need!

54:10 NGL I paused here for a little while.

55:05 We could ALL use some brass knuckles, Joe/Charlie. Mood.

55:25 LOL Lieb is so nosy.

56:15 Oh no

57:00 Luz LMAO

57:10 Oh babies

57:13 Bill LMAO that’s not ice cream, yuck it looks like soup

57:28 God. All that effort. Not just logistically but emotionally, mentally, psychologically, to prepare, just to have it put off. Fuck.

57:38 That movie again. Poor boys.

57:47 That’s actually a really smart move, Johnny.

58:41 Oh no. I would lose it completely. Oh Bill </3

59:11 Naw, Dick dawdling around again

59:49 RICH I SEE YOU

1:00:08 AAAHHHH IT’S TOO CONFRONTING DON’T

1:00:48 NOOO I CAN’T aw Bill

1:01:09 Naww

1:01:16 RIIIIICH

1:01:20 It’s like they’re kiddies on a field trip and Dick is the teacher wrangling them lol

1:01:47 Lol their crap is so heavy Dick has to help pull them up. That’s actually really sweet.

1:01:51 I wish I could hold Rich’s hand

1:02:08 Oh God. I can’t. Like he’s helping them up BUT IT’S ALSO HIS WAY OF SAYING GOOD LUCK AND GOODBYE AND HAVING LIKE A MOMENT TO CONNECT WITH EACH OF THEM I CAN’T LIKE THE EYE CONTACT NO DICK STOP

1:02:19 LMAO at them having to shove each other into the plane

1:02:23 That look between him and Roe. Ugh. Like. You two gotta take care of your boys together. Brotp

1:03:22 Can someone explain the block on that guy’s helmet to me?

1:03:55 I’m sad. And scared. This series is so confronting. I’ve watched in annually since I was like 16 and I’m still so nervous for them.

1:05:37 Rich, I see you! I recognized his chin lmao

1:06:16 God, Dick be careful

1:10:00 This show. The feels. Every time.

[waitineedaname]

frame the halves and call them a whole

also on ao3

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“Alright, I’ve got a bad one.”

“Oh, lord.”

“Brace yourself.”

“I’m bracing!” Sasha made a show of gripping the short carpet on her living room floor and Tim grinned, leaning back against her coffee table.

“Would you rather… date a spider with the head of a human, or a human with the head of a spider?”

“Jesus. I see someone has been reading the discredited statements.”

“Guilty.” Tim shrugged cheekily. 

The two of them were sitting on the floor in Sasha’s flat, and she’d long since lost track of what time it was. Ever since they’d been moved to the Archives, they’d made an agreement to go out and do something together once a week. Sometimes that meant getting sloshed and losing at pub trivia, sometimes that meant dragging each other to whatever new film had made it to theaters that week, and sometimes that meant playing sleepover games in the middle of the night, as if they were twelve year olds and not thirty-somethings with 9-to-5’s. Neither of them had the energy to go out drinking and there wasn’t anything good in the theaters that week, so the third option had won out. They’d ended up on the floor when Sasha made an ill-advised comment about not being ticklish and Tim called her bluff. She’d dissolved into hysterical giggles and he’d said something about how being an oldest sibling meant having a sixth sense for someone’s ticklish spots, and then he’d gone very still and quiet. She’d taken his hand and squeezed and initiated the game of would-you-rather they found themselves in now.

“Okay. Let me think about this.” She drummed her fingers on her lips contemplatively. Tim smiled in that fond way he did when he didn’t want to outright laugh at her. “Are the human and spider bits proportional?”

“Ooh, very good question, Sash. Let’s say they’re the normal sizes for your average spiders and humans.”

“So my options are a human head scuttling around on spider legs or a human with an absolutely microscopic spider head?”

“Yep!” Tim said, popping the ‘p.’

“I’m going to go with option A. I mean, if it’s a human head, I could still hold a conversation with it, right? And I don’t think spiders would make good kissers.”

“I think some of our statement givers would disagree with that judgment.”

“Please don’t tell me we have a statement about a human body with a spider head. I don’t think I could take it.”

“Sure do! Statement number 9170108, or something like that. Some freaked out old coot convinced his neighbor’s head was fake and he was keeping a tiny little spider underneath the fake head.”

“Christ. I’m glad Jon didn’t ask me to look into that one. I might have quit on the spot.” Sasha laughed.

“Aw, and then leave me and Martin to deal with Jon? You know how he gets with the spider ones.” 

“Hm, fair. The Archives need someone sensible around.”

“Hey, you’re not the sole voice of reason down there!”

“You’re right. Martin can be fairly practical when he wants.” She failed to bite back her smirk when Tim clutched his chest, feigning pain.

“Oh, how you wound me, Ms. James! Here I was, thinking it was Tim and Sasha versus the world, but you’ve betrayed me for Martin!”

“Is that your proposal for a Scott Pilgrim reboot? Am I Ramona in this scenario?”

“No, we’re both Scott Pilgrim because combined, we can equal the pure sexual energy of one Michael Cera.”

“Eugh! Gross!” She retched and kicked at him, making him laugh. 

“I’m kidding!”

“You better be! Any and all horniness for Michael Cera is banned in this flat!”

“That’s fair.” He caught her foot and shoved it back at her. “Knives and Ramona were both way too good for him, anyway. They should’ve ended up together at the end.”

“That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said all night.”

“You’re really not pulling any punches tonight, huh?”

“Nope. My turn. Would you rather...” She crossed her arms and stared him down long enough to make him squirm, “get stoned with Jon or Elias?”

Tim groaned so loud she worried her neighbors would complain. “No. Absolutely not. You cannot make me choose that.”

“Hey, you asked about spider people!”

“Yeah, and I’d argue that dealing with my bosses while stoned is worse than a human head skittering around on the walls!”

“Oh, come on. Jon isn’t that bad.”

“Sasha. You were friends with him in Research. I was friends with him in Research. Last time we got drinks, he talked about South American moths for forty minutes. I’m getting a headache just thinking about listening to him while he’s stoned.”

“Maybe it’ll calm him down.”

“Maybe.” Tim pouted, and Sasha did her best not to giggle. “Alright fine. I choose Jon, but only because I cannot imagine Elias getting within eyesight of anything as fun as weed without shriveling up and acting like an affronted Victorian gentleman.”

“Okay, first of all, the Victorians loved drugs, they were high on opiates all the time-"

"Like hell am I doing opiates with Elias."

"Second of all, I may have looked into what Elias was like before he got promoted…” She trailed off and bit back a laugh when Tim's jaw dropped.

“No.” 

“And he was a major stoner.”

“You can’t just say these things. I refuse to accept it.”

“I’m serious!”

“Are we talking about the same Elias? The Elias Bouchard that uses words like grandiloquent and apropos? The Elias Bouchard that gets pissy if you round up on your time card?”

“You know what’s even worse?”

“Please don’t make it worse.”

“I’ve seen him wear those socks with weed patterns on them.”

“I told you not to make it worse.” Tim wailed and covered his face. “I swear, if I saw that, I would gouge my eyes out without hesitation.” Sasha patted his leg sympathetically. 

“Well, good thing you chose Jon, then.”

“I guess so! Fuck’s sake.” He sighed and flopped over onto his side to lie on the floor. Sasha laughed at him goodnaturedly, and then joined him on the floor. She expected him to be thinking of his next would-you-rather prompt, but after a long minute of him silently running his fingers through the carpet, he surprised her by asking, “Do you ever miss Jon?”

“Sorry?” She said, confused. “We see him every day, Tim.”

“No, I…” He huffed, “You know what I mean. Do you miss the Jon we knew in Research?”

“Oh…” Sasha caught onto his drift and fell silent, unsure what to say. Tim was clearly brimming with emotions that he was struggling to get out, so she let him take a minute.

“Not saying he’s a completely different person now, but… I don’t know. We used to get drinks with him. He used to laugh at our jokes. He used to make jokes. Weird, dark jokes, but still jokes, you know? But these days, it’s all business, all the time. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile in months. All… All snappish comments and ‘research this, call this statement giver, stop goofing off during work hours.’ Never mind that just a year ago, he was the one using work hours to show us cat videos because he got distracted during his lunch break.” The side of Tim’s face was smushed into the floor and his one free eye was focused on the whorls he was creating with his fingers in the carpet. Up close as they were, Sasha could see the light scar on his chin that he’d once told her was the result of an ill-advised dare as a child, when his brother had challenged him to see if they could jump off the back deck of their house. She touched it, and he leaned into her hand, eyes distant and sad. “I just…” He spoke softly, “I miss my friend.”

“I miss him too.” Sasha said honestly, though she knew Tim was taking it harder than she was. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

“I know that.” Tim said, and she believed him. “It’s this stupid job. The stupid Archives. I miss being in Research, where I could make fun of the weirdos in the Archives, but now we’re the weirdos in the Archives.”

“We work at an institute that studies the supernatural. I think we’re the weirdos no matter which department we’re in.” She said, aiming for some levity and feeling relieved when Tim let out a soft huff of laughter.

“Fair. Still. The vibes in there are…”

“Bad.” She finished for him.

“You can say that again.” He finally shifted to look at her again. “If you were the Head Archivist-”

“Tim-” She warned, not wanting to dig up an old sore point. 

“I’m serious. If you were the Archivist, do you think you’d act like this?”

“Would I push you away, you mean.” She said. He shrugged and nodded. “I don’t know. I really don’t, Tim. I’d like to say I wouldn’t, but who knows what kind of pressure it involves. I can be just as intense as Jon when I feel pressured.”

“Yeah, but you’d be way nicer than him.”

“You don’t know that.” Sasha said, firm but gentle. 

“...Guess I don’t.” Tim sighed and shut his eyes. She reached down and squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

“Next time you’re missing Jon, call me instead, okay? Or Martin, he’d love that.” She ran her thumb over his and gave him a small smile. “You can always count on me.”

His gaze is impossibly soft as he looks up at her, and he seems to almost forget to respond at first. “Yeah.” He finally says. “I can always count on you, Sash.” A cheeky grin spread across his face, breaking the tender moment. “The Pilgrim to my Scott.”

She laughed and let go of his hand to push his shoulder into the leg of the coffee table playfully. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes perfect sense!” He protested despite his own laughter. “Okay, maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it’s the thought that counts. I’m poetic.”

“No, you’re sleep-deprived.” She sat up enough to eye the microwave from her vantage point in the kitchen. “Oh lord, it’s 2am, no wonder. You always get sappy at 2am.”

“I do not!”

“You do. Big sap.” She patted his cheek playfully and stood. “Want me to get you some extra blankets for the couch?”

“That’d be great.” He hauled himself to his feet, groaning all the way. She snickered.

“You sound like an old man.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m young and spry.” He complained, stretching.

“Mhm.” She rolled her eyes and went to the closet.

“At the prime of my life.”

“And yet you make dad noises getting out of a chair.”

“Hey, lying on the floor isn’t good for your back! Aren’t you older than me anyway?”

“Maybe, but I’m not the one complaining about my back.” She cut off whatever complaint he had prepared by throwing a quilt at him. He caught it and stuck his tongue out at her. She returned the gesture and grabbed another blanket. “Are two blankets good?”

“That’s perfect.” He took the blanket gratefully and settled on the couch. “Should I make breakfast as thanks?”

“You don’t have to,” Sasha immediately said out of politeness, but then added, “But if you want to make pancakes…”

“Understood. I’ll see you bright and early with some pancakes, then.” Tim smiled up at her and made himself comfortable on the couch.

“See you in the morning, Tim.” She turned to walk to her room, but stopped at the doorway when Tim piped up again.

“Sasha?”

“Hm?” She looked back at him and saw his best flirty grin on his face. He winked and blew a kiss at her. More than used to his nonsense, she gasped and pretended to catch the invisible kiss, then promptly put her hand to mouth and pretended to eat the kiss. Tim clutched his heart and fell back onto the couch, trying to act like he wasn’t holding back laughter. “No, you’re so cruel!”

“Good night, Tim.” She said, closing the door behind herself before her poker face could break.

“Good night, Sasha.” She heard through the door, full of fondness and amusement in equal parts. 

Sasha rolled out of bed the next morning to find Tim making pancakes, as promised. They sat at her kitchen table and bickered playfully about movies; Tim listened patiently as she infodumped about the history of science fiction as a genre, and she let him rant for the fiftieth time about Indiana Jones. Tim insisted on washing the dishes like a gentleman, and Sasha insisted on squirting bubbles out of the dish detergent bottle at him. They didn’t speak a word about work or their conversation from the night before, but she hugged him very tightly before he left, as if conveying all the emotion she could through touch alone. From the way he squished his face into her shoulder, it seemed the message came across. 

“I’ll make sure to get you the spider guy’s number.” He said when they finally pulled apart, and she snorted.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” She said, shoving him out the door.

“So I’ve heard.” He winked and walked backwards down the hall outside her flat. She sighed and waved, a smile on her face as she shut the door.

If he bugged her and Martin more than usual after talking to Jon the following week, she didn’t mention it.

[maddie-the-princess]

If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 6

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School 

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends. 

Warnings: Cursing

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story. 

Chapter Six: Introducing the Gossip Gays

Virgil’s POV

And just like that, I received three new numbers on my phone. That brings the current number of contacts on my phone to five. Sighing to myself, I walked home after school in a comfortable silence. No one was home, as per usual, so I went upstairs to my room and began my homework. Slipping my headphones on, I played a playlist, appropriately named ‘Emo Playlist’ and worked. 

Hours later, while I was grumbling over Math homework, the playlist stopped. There was a new text from Remy.

-Group Chat: The Dark Sides-

Mr. Sandman: I’m borreedd

Double Dee: You’re always bored.

Trash Goblin: Put Redbull in your coffee!

I laughed out loud at Remus’ comment. Thinking quickly, I texted a reply.

Me: What’s up Remy?

Mr. Sandman: Babe! So glad you can join us!

Double Dee: Hey there shortstack.

Trash Goblin: Heya shortie! 

Mr. Sandman: Remember what I said earlier at lunch? About the new store opening up?

Mr. Sandman: It’s opening on Saturday. We can go then.

Double Dee: Wonderful idea. My parents already said yes.

Trash Goblin: My parents don’t give a shit, but I told them anyway!

Mr. Sandman: Sweet. Hbu babe?

I bit my lip. Would my parents even say yes? I texted back.

Me: Let me ask them.

Mr. Sandman: Let us know babe. 

Trash Goblin: Even if they say no, we’ll break you out of your house!

Double Dee: That’s illegal, Re.

Trash Goblin: Boo, you’re no fun. 

I smiled at their texts. I felt happier. I’ve never been invited out by anyone before, even if it was just to go to the mall. I placed my phone down and resumed by playlist, looking again at the math worksheet in front of me. 

Hours later, I hear the front door opening just as I was finishing up my homework. I peaked out of my room and heard the grumbling of my parents. I go down to greet them.

“Virge, honey? We’re home!” my mom calls out. She smiles at me. My dad follows her, holding a pizza box. 

“Hey sport.” he says, placing the pizza box on the table. “Our co-workers treated us to pizza today, so we brought home some for you. Hope you like onions on yours though.”

I didn’t like onions on my pizza, but I nod nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I decided to ask them. It’s like a bandaid. You just have to rip it off.

“Hey mom, dad?” I asked hesitantly, hoping my voice wouldn't waver. They give me a hum in response. Hurry, before I lose my confidence. “Can I go to the mall with my friends on Saturday?!” I ask quickly. The two of them stopped in their tracks. 

“You have friends?!” my mom exclaims. “And they’re inviting you out?” I flinch. I know she didn’t mean for that to sound harsh, but still. Even my dad was giving her a questioning glance. 

“What your mother means,” my dad interjects, “is that we’re surprised you’re making friends this quickly. But sure, sport. We have work on Saturday, but it seems ok with us.” He turns around and grabs a slice of pizza from the box and presents it to me. “Now, wanna have a slice?”

After the pizza dinner, I went back upstairs to get ready for bed. I texted my friends before I slept.

Me: Raincheck on breaking me out of my house, Re. They said yes.

Trash Goblin: Aww man! My services are still available to you if you ever need it!

Double Dee: Remus, no.

Trash Goblin: Remus yes!

Mr. Sandman: Enough you two. Thanks for letting us know babe. My dad will pick us all up at about noon, so give me your address.

I sent my address to them.

Mr. Sandman: Thanks babe. See you tomorrow at school!

Double Dee: Good night shortstuff.

Trash Goblin: Do let the bedbugs bite tonight shortie!

Me: Thanks guys. Good night.

With that, I plugged my phone in and got comfortable underneath the comforter. Today was Wednesday, and I found myself waiting excitingly for Saturday to come. 

***

The rest of the week went by quickly. I was getting accustomed to class, and to Patton, Logan, and Roman in them. Before I knew it, it was Saturday. I was pacing nervously in the living room. My mom left for work already, but my dad was still getting ready while giving me a talk.

“If you’re ever in trouble, don’t hesitate to call me or your mother. Or find mall security.”

“Ok dad.”

“Don’t wander from the group. Use the buddy system if you have to.”

“Got it dad.”

“I’ll let you borrow my card if you want to buy something.”

“Thanks dad.”

I continued to pace around, looking down at my outfit, making sure it was ok. I wore my signature black ripped jeans and my black Doc Martin boots, with Fall Out Boy T-shirt and a purple flannel wrapped around my waist. I wore my usual black eyeshadow but decided to paint my nails a dark purple this time. My black backpack contained my sketchbook, phone, wallet, and other necessities. 

There was a honk outside the house. I raced towards the door, and found a large silver car with Remy in the front seat. The window rolled down, and he smiled cheekily at me. “Hey Mr. Sullivan!” Remy called out as I went towards his car. My dad smiled and waved me a goodbye as he also left the house for work. “I’ll have your son home at a reasonable time!” Remy said as I got into his car. Dee and Remus were already there with Remus sitting by the window. I greeted them happily. I was excited for this little excursion. 

“Looking good shortie!” Remus cackled. I sent him a kind hearted glare and Dee sighed in exasperation. 

“Let’s get this show on the road babes!” Remy cheered and we drove off. Along the way, Dee pointed out different places around town that we could visit at a later time, like a coffee shop, ice cream parlor, and other restaurants, and some small businesses run by families. Ten minutes later, we arrived at the mall. It was huge, maybe with about 2-3 floors! Remy grinned at my stunned expression. “Haven’t seen a mall this size, huh Vee?” he teased.

We entered, and Remy dragged us to the store that just opened. Turns out it was a piercing store, and there were people already lined up for it. Remy whistled. 

“Damn, there’s already a bunch of people here.” he exclaims. A woman holding fliers spotted us and grinned, walking towards us earnestly. She had long neon pink hair and was heavily inked. 

“Hey!” she greeted, handing each one of us a flier advertising the new store. “This is Tears for Pierce, a piercing store that also doubles as a tattoo parlor. This flier I gave you tells you guys a bit about what kinds of things we do here.” 

I looked over it. There were a lot of selections, including belly button piercings or ear piercings, and some selections for tattoos. The prices are beside the selections. The girl continues, “If you want to have a tattoo or body piercing done, you have to be at least eighteen or older. But that excludes ear piercings.” She points to the top of the flier. “My name is Amelia Stone, and there’s my contact info if you have any further questions.” She walked away to hand out more fliers. 

The four of us were in stunned silence. “None of us are eighteen yet.” Dee noted seriously, looking straight at Remus, who was pouting like a child. Remy whistled and pocketed the flier. 

“We have a couple more years.” he said, and the four of us went on our merry way. Dee, Remy, and Remus showed me the best places to go and hang, pointing out their favorite stores and restaurants. Remy obviously liked Starbucks, but also liked tea stores. Dee prefered Aeropostale or Hollister. Remus’ favorite store was hands down Spencers. When they asked me, I answered Hot Topic with no hesitation. 

“Of course the emo loves Hot Topic.” Remus said fondly. He slung his arm around my neck, draping it over my shoulders. “We’re gonna head over to some shops, but first, let’s have lunch.” And we had lunch at the Food Court, with Remus stealing put fries and having a mini food fight. Then, Remus hauled us over to the various stores scattered throughout the mall. 

Around we went, in and out of stores, checking out what they had. Remy went and bought a couple new leather jackets and comfy sweaters, while Dee bought a new pair of pants and a couple new shirts. Remus dragged me to Hot Topic, and the two of us had a fun time picking out different band t-shirts and jewelry. I bought some chokers and more band T-shirts, because you can never have too many band T-shirts. Remus bounded over to Spencers, where we found him in the very back. 

We continued like this, trying to find styles that we liked. After hours of walking around, trying to find what I liked, Remy and I walked into a store while Remus and Dee took a small break. Remy hummed as he looked through racks of pants, picking and choosing what looked good for either him or me. I wandered off and looked at flannel shirts.

Then, something caught my eye. It was a gothic black and purple plaid skirt, with black ribbons in the front. I picked it up, and internally cheered when I found out it was my size. I admired it for a bit. It looked pretty, and I really liked how it looked. It kinda… suited me? 

“You want it?” I heard a voice ask. I whirled around in surprise. Remy was looking at what I have with an amused smirk. I blushed in embarrassment.

‘Oh god, what if he thinks I’m a freak.’ I thought miserably. And before the second week of school, here I believed a friendship had been ruined, ‘He’s gonna gossip about me to the entire school. He’s gonna bully me and everyone’s gonna think that I’m a weirdo and-’ My thoughts were stopped when I felt Remy gently place his hands on my shoulder.

“Vee,” he said soothingly, “breathe for me. I know what you’re thinking.” He took the skirt from my hands and observed it. “Frankly, I don’t give a shit if you wear a skirt. If you’re comfortable in it, then go on and wear it. But if you want my opinion, I think you’d rock this skirt.” he declared.

I perked up. “Seriously?!” I exclaimed. Remy nodded. I nearly cried happy tears. 

“You lack confidence, Vee.” Remy said, turning away with the skirt in hand. I followed after him. “You're shy and anxious. As your friends, Dee, Ree, and I want you to be comfortable with yourself. He went to the counter and paid for it before I could protest. He stuffed the skirt in my bag. “Don’t worry about it babe.” Remy said when I asked why he paid for it. “Think of it as a welcome gift.” 

When we walked out of the store, Dee and Remus looked proud.

*** Before we left the mall, we stopped at Starbucks. The barista took one look at Remy and immediately started making a cup of coffee. I looked at him amused. “Kinda famous in this place.” Remy muttered fondly. “What do the rest of you want?”

Minutes later, the four of us were sitting at a high table, chatting idly. 

“So shortstuff,” Dee starts off, “I’ve seen you getting a little close to some boys in our class. Care to share with the class what’s been going on there?” 

I choked on my drink. “What?” I coughed. 

Dee rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of things shortstuff.” he says teasingly. “That day when you had a misunderstanding? I did some observing.” 

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Spill the tea, Dee.” he demanded lightly. “Seems I’ve been missing something.”

I signaled for Dee to stop talking with a light glare. He didn’t. “It seems to me that shortstuff over here is pining over three boys.” he drawled. “Patton Hart, Logan Owens, and Roman King.”

Three things happened simultaneously. One, I put my head down and tried to hide from the world. Two, Remy outright laughed at me. Three, Remus actually spat out his drink all over the table. Dee grimaced and went to clean up the mess with Remus’ help.

“Holy shit.” Remus cackled. I shot my head up and glared at him. “I fucking knew it! Roro’s gonna be so jealous. I didn’t even tell him that you were coming with us today!” 

I stared at him. “You’re brothers.” I stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Remus nodded. “I’m the older twin, by like a minute, and obviously the hotter one.”

“Yeah, sure.” I teased. Remus gasped, offended.

“I totally am!” he declared. “Double Dee, you think I’m the hotter twin right?” Dee didn’t even grace him an answer, so Remus pressed again, leaning against him with a pout on his face. “Double Dee?” he whined. He leaned further into Dee’s space, his face close to Dee’s. Remy and I were looking on with suppressed giggles. Looking closely, you could see a faint blush on Dee’s cheeks.

“Yes, Remus.” Dee answered with a sigh. “You’re the hotter twin.” At this, Remus cheered happily and turned to me with a victorious look on his face. Remy snickered under his breath, and muttered “whipped”. Dee turned to him with a teasing grin.

“And what about you, Remy? Keep in touch with a certain cartoon loving person?

Remy spluttered. Damn, nobody is safe from Dee today. I tilted my head in confusion. 

Dee explained. “Remy hung out with an upperclassman last year, and became really close. He’s in his first year of college right now studying to be a therapist.”

I gaped at my friend. “An older guy, huh? In college no less.” I teased. I couldn’t help it. The three of us laughed as Remy groaned into his hands. 

“You’re all terrible people. I hate you all.” Remy grumbled. That sent the three of us into another fit of laughter. 

Remy’s dad brought me home near 10:00 in the evening. “We’ll see you at school Monday Vee!” Remy called out. “And you better wear some of the new things we got you!” With that, the car drove off after making sure I was safe inside my house. 

Putting all of the new clothes away in my dressers, the skirt remained folded and placed gently deep inside my closet, I did my nighttime routine. I lay in bed, thinking about today. I had fun with Dee, Remus, and Remy. They’re really nice, really accepting, and just generally an awesome group of people. I really liked them. Smiling to myself, I turned underneath the covers, glad that I found a group of friends that like me, and I like them in return.

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[lostinthewiind]

Frosted Windows

Joe Liebgott - Band of Brothers 

*Based on the characters from the show and not the real-life soldiers who fought bravely for the United States of America in wwii* 

@liebgoth wanted some Joe Liebgott stuff so here it is children. 

Synopsis: it’s a cold night in Holland and not even the thick duvet of your bed can keep you warm. The frosted windows taunt you, reminding you of your bedroom back home and keeping you awake. Thankfully, you’re not the only one who’s found a rather sleepless night. 

Sitting up against the backboard of the single bed you had been given for the night, you balled the duvet into your fists and pulled the blanket tighter around your body — if that was even possible. Your teeth were chattering non-stop and you were shaking so hard you could feel your abdominal muscles aching from being constantly tensed. 

As much as you were grateful for the old couple that had offered to take you and a few other men in for the night, you couldn’t help but wish you were back in that old, dingy barn where you could wedge your small body in between Bull and Martin and steal their warmth. 

The bed you were staying in was more than comfortable, but the walls were thin and you were freezing, which meant you weren’t sleeping; and when you weren’t sleeping you were often thinking about home. Many things tended to remind you of your home, often times something small or unsuspecting, and that evening it was the frosted window that sat above the dresser of the small room. 

The night sky was dark and filled with stars, and even though there was nothing that stood out specifically, you found yourself thinking back to when you would stay up on cold nights, just like that one, and stare out into the dark sky. Sometimes you would count the stars, sometimes you would try to make shapes and pictures out of them; anything to distract yourself from the cold.

That night, however, nothing was distracting you from the cold.

Throwing the blanket off of yourself, you swung your legs over the side of your bed and stood up. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going to go, but you knew you had to get up and distract your mind and body with something other than thoughts of home and shivering. 

You opened the door slowly and carefully, cautious not to allow the squeaking hinges to make too much noise and wake anyone up. The last thing you wanted was for one of the many closed doors to swing open and reveal a bleary-eyed, angry Paratrooper who had been woken from his first good sleep in weeks. 

Your socked feet padded along the wooden floor as you made your way down the hall. At the other end of the corridor were the steps down to the main floor, and you thought maybe you could sneak downstairs and sit on the couch for a while. Maybe a change in scenery would tire you out a little bit. 

As you neared the end of the row of doors, you noticed one of them was cracked open slightly. You paused for a second, your arms wrapped around your torso as you tried to remember whose room was the first one on the right.  

“I can see you, you know.” a whispered voice came from the darkness. 

You jumped a little, not expecting anyone to be awake and certainly not expecting anyone to catch you peering through the crack in the doorway like a stalker. 

You couldn’t exactly tell who it was from the voice, so you took a step closer. “Sorry.” you apologized. “I was just…well, I was just walking around.”

“I heard your feet on the floor.” the person sat up, allowing the moonlight shining through the door to illuminate part of their face. It was Joe Liebgott, the snarky Jewish taxi driver from Oakland who was always ready with a quick comeback for whatever someone had to say to him. 

You liked Joe, but in all honesty, you weren’t so sure he liked you. Sometimes the two of you would talk like old friends, but other times he would act like you meant nothing more to him than a filthy Kraut did. He was an oddball, but maybe that was why you found him so alluring. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” you pushed the door open even further and leaned against the doorframe. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“That makes two of us.” the rather thin man drew his knees up and rested his arms on them. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” he inquired, the half of his face that you could see in the minimal light expressing what seemed like genuine interest.

You shuddered slightly as a cold patch of air passed by, the action itself pretty much answering the question at hand. “Cold,” you answered simply, deciding not to add the part about being homesick. You didn’t need Joe taunting you about it for days on end. 

Joe’s eyes drifted to the window in his own room, which was also frosting around the edges. “It is cold out,” he nodded as if he had to check for himself before accepting the reason as valid. His eyes then shifted back to you and you suddenly felt as if you were standing in such an awkward, unnatural way. You became hyperaware of everything you did, even down to your breathing.

The way his dark eyes cut through the shadows and took in your figure before him was both tantalizing and terrifying. At that moment you found yourself realizing just how handsome of a man Joeseph Liebgott really was. You had never thought he was ugly, per se, but you had yet to notice how soft his hair looked, despite being caked with dirt, or how inviting his lips seemed even though they were dry and cracked. 

“I should probably go.” you dragged your mind out of the gutter it was settling itself into and pushed away from the doorframe. “I don’t want to keep you up. I’m sure you want to go back to sleep.”

You reached for the doorknob to pull it shut once more, but his low, quiet voice stopped you. “Don’t go.” he slid further back against the headboard to make room at the end of the bed. “Stay. Talk for a while.”

You furrowed your brows at the request. Never before had Joe asked anything from you, nevertheless for you to talk to him. He always seemed like such a closed-off, personal sort of man. You had never heard him talk about anything really serious in the years you had known him. 

“Okay.” you agreed, and before you even knew what you were doing, you stepped into the room, shut the door behind yourself, made your way over to the bed, and sat down. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged, suddenly seeming much less sure of himself. 

A wave of silence fell over the room and before long you were shivering once again, your teeth bouncing off of one another in your mouth and making faint clacking sounds. You tried your best to keep your dropping body temperature on the down low, but in the deafening silence and stillness of the bedroom, it was hard. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about being cold.” Joe flipped the cover up beside himself and patted the spot with his hand. “Come on. Just watching you is making me shake.”

Thankful for the nice gesture, you crawled up to the top of the bed and settled yourself beside Joe. As you tucked your knees up to your chest, Joe threw the duvet back over you and absentmindedly tucked the blanket in as tight as he could, making sure you were as warm as possible. 

“Thanks.” you smiled softly. 

“Yeah.” he adjusted his own position before his eyes settled on the dark corner of the room. “You miss home?” he asked out of the blue, making you believe for a second he might possess the ability to read minds.

Since he brought up the topic, you decided there was no need to lie about it. “All the time,” you admitted. “About ten minutes ago I was sitting in my room staring at the window and thinking about how it reminded me of home. A freaking window. I swear I get reminded of that damn place by the smallest things, and I didn’t even like it that much!”

A small chuckle escaped Joe’s lips. “Wasn’t a fan of the family?” he half-joked, half-questioned.

“Mmm, not necessarily the family, although they had their moments.” you not-so-fondly remembered the many heated arguments you got into with your parents. “More the town itself. Very boring…very one dimensional. Everyone did the same thing every day and was somehow okay with it. I couldn’t live like that.”

“So you decided to jump out of planes.”

“I figured that was the logical next step, yes.” you giggled, your hand covering your mouth to muffle the sound. 

As Joe’s own laughter died down, he exhaled slowly, his smile remaining. “You’re a funny girl, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” you turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised at how close the two of you had gotten. 

“Lots of guys compliment you?” he cocked a single brow quizzically.

You knew which direction the prying question was heading in and somehow didn’t mind at all. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” you taunted him. You waited for him to say anything in response, but when he didn’t, you continued the previous conversation. “What about you? What was home like?”

“Me and my cab.” he thought back on his days as a taxi driver with the hint of a smile on his face. “Lots of people looked down on the job but I quite enjoyed it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and gave him a light shove. “I was asking about your family, you weirdo! Not your love affair with your taxi cab.”

“Hey, what happens between me and my cab is none of your business,” he retaliated with a shove back. “I had five brothers and sisters, a mom and a dad. My home life was good, very average. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Wow, that’s the stuff of fairytales right there.” you mocked, earning a look from him and another shove. “Hey, I’m serious! That’s a bestseller right there. Very heartwarming.” 

“Your story wasn’t very uplifting either.” he reminded you. 

You sighed and brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Real life never is, is it?” you stated. “I mean, look at us now. This war…this is nothing to write about. All of this, all of us, we will be forgotten just like the stories of soldiers that came before.”

“You’re really good at bringing down the mood, aren’t you?”

You smiled again, this time only letting the corners of your mouth curl slightly. “I try my best.” your eyes drifted to the door and you realized just how long you had been sitting there. “I really should go now.” you moved to climb over him. “Wouldn’t want to waste a whole night with mindless chatter.”

As you maneuvered over Joe you found yourself at some point inches away from his face. You paused for a second, which turned out to be a horrible idea because once you were there you didn’t want to move. 

“Goodnight,” you whispered to break the tension. 

In a swift motion, Joe reached up and cupped your face with both hands, leaned in, and his lips met yours. It was a quick and rather simple kiss, but you felt the connection as strongly as if he had backed you against a wall and shoved his tongue down your throat. 

When he pulled back a few inches so he could look at you, his dark eyes were suddenly lighter somehow and filled with emotion. “You should stay,” he whispered back. 

“Yeah…” the words spilled out of your mouth like water, your brain too focused on what had just happened to form any real response. 

Moving back to your original spot, you pulled the blanket over your shoulder and settled in, this time for the night. You weren’t planning on leaving, and even if you were, you were sure Joe had no intentions of letting you. 

Joe lied down next to you and draped his arm over your waist, his fingertips brushing against the skin where your shirt had ridden up and causing extra goosebumps to the already chilled surface. 

“You’re so goddamn cold.” he murmured as his eyes fell shut and his breathing fell into a calming rhythm.

Tangling your legs with his, you shifted closer and shut your eyes as well, focusing on matching your breathing with his. “I’m sure I won’t be for much longer.” 

Without another word, the two of you fell into the best sleep either of you had had in a very long time. And just like you had predicted, you warmed up rather quickly as Joe wrapped you tighter in his arms throughout the night. 

[wolffyluna]

TMA Liveblog?: Ep 81-84

“Finally, I have caught up in my backblogs! ...wait, when did I listen to 7 more episodes?”

A Guest For Mr Spider: Earlier, I’d guessed that the maybe s1 Jon had had an experience with a Leitner, and that’s why he believed in them. And guess what? Vindication!

I think A Guest For Mr Spider is my favourite Leitner so far. Ex Altiora is also pretty good-- but Mr Spider wins, due to the creepy illustrations.

I also want to sit Jon down and say “Look, ‘I was an annoying child’ would make sense as an explanation if your bully was, like, 11. It’d still be wrong, but it would be something of an explanation. It is completely nonsense when your bully is 19. That’s well past the age where you should be able to deal with kids-- even annoying ones!-- with a reasonable amount of kindness.”

This episode raises questions about how entities end up ‘owning’ people. It’s obviously not first in best dressed, otherwise Jon would be with Spiders. But I’m not sure what made him the Eye’s other than being an archivist (which feels like it’s both enough and not enough of an explanation, you know? It’d make sense for the Eye to own archivists as a matter of course, but raises questions about how one ends up as an archivist.)

(Also not sure why people call this the ‘Food webs!’ episode?)

The Eyewitnesses: This is an incredibly creepy episode, and I love it. The way Elias mockingly gives Daisy’s statement is so good. Though it raises questions of whether he’s omniscient?! I have a guess, that because so much of the Magnusverse runs on fear, Elias knows everything that would freak at least one person out for him to know. It matches the examples we’ve seen so far. Daisy is evidently freaked out by Elias knowing her Tragic Backstory(TM) and about her murders, Jon would be freaked out if he knew Elias knew where he lived.

I like Daisy as a character, but oh boy do I not like her as a person. Collect evidence! Follow procedure! Don’t threaten people!

Drawing a Blank: *singsongs* It’s circus mannequins, because of course it is. At least those are scarier than calliopes and clowns *shrugs.* And I do like the ringmaster, she’s fun.

It’s also fun watching Jon try and work out the deeper meaning behind the statements he’s being sent. I’m just not sure I follow his logic about hiding being bad? I mean, I guess if you’re looking at it from the viewpoint “Why would someone send a statement to my hiding place?” but I’m not sure it fits with this specific statement?

Possessive: what the fuck. I mean, both the statement, and Elias hiring a new person.  (”Formal qualifications aren’t everything, Martin.” Thanks Elias, you probably-omniscient weirdo!) I mean, Melanie makes sense as a hiring choice, but she doesn’t manager because her manager is on the goddamned lam! (The Institute needs better HR. Seriously.)

[stormblessed95]

I swear to god, I hope that this anon is also a minor or hopefully didn't know her age (but i mean, her age has been everywhere lately...) But good lord, if you are an adult and think that's what's happening here, please seek help. Regardless, object permanence is a HUGE issue in this fandom and among shippers in particular. I'm here to share some more with you. Nain created a choreo to Home, and JK did a dance cover to her choreography of Bare With Me. This is correct. But if that means attraction, mutual or otherwise, or a relationship.... what does THIS mean then too?

JK covered Kyle Hanagami's choreography for "Save Your Goodbyes" which you can watch here if you want:

Kyle's original video of his choreo:

And Kyle just recently created a choreography video to My Universe.... (sound like a similar scenario?):

JK covered the dance choreo Chris Martin made for Pompeii as well. Chris's video here:

Jungkooks cover:

JK covered Manolo, the choreography made by Keone Madrid, original here:

JKs cover on a Hope on the Street Vlive:

For the 3J performance at Prom Party, the choreo JK picked for his part to learn and cover as the center was Coco choreographed by Scott Forsyth. Original choreo video here:

Jimin picked Take You Down with choreo done by Brain Puspos, who he idolized as a dancer. Original choreo video here

Hope picked Don't Wanna Fall in Love by Chris Martin & Carlo Darang (oh nooo a repeat offender on this list for dance covers. Who is in love with Chris, JK or Hope? Maybe both 👀 ) original choreo vid here

And 3J's dance cover of all 3, which everyone knows but linking anyway, here:

And not exactly a cover, but what about Sienna who choreographed ON for BTS? She is the beauty front and center in case you forgot:

They all formed a wonderful friendship with her and were happy to see her whenever they did. Including giving her a hug when they saw her on stage at PTD LA....

Wishing him a happy birthday....

And let's not even get into the Own It and Coming of Age dance covers he did. My posts over those are on my masterlist. And let's also totally forget about the fact that Nain is part of the dance crew he was screaming and cheering for during his live reactions on Instagram when he watched their performances and them win the competition during his quarantine period. And the fact that she is part of the dance crew that went to the same highschool he did as well. AND THAT SHE IS A HIGHSCHOOLER

And let's not even get into the mutual obsession that Jimin and Brain Puspos have with each other, including Brain choreographing dances SPECIFICALLY for Jimin (aka Serendipity). They aren't dating nor have I seen anyone joke that Jimin is romantically interested in him. And let's not even talk about it just being dance though, JK mentioned in an interview about knowing a YouTuber because he recognized his face. Just for said YouTuber to post a video freaking out about JK recognizing him. No one said that he was watching his videos because he was clearly attracted to him (but okay, heteronormativity), but probably because he makes funny videos and JK and the other members like watching funny army made videos.

But this is about JK and dance covers. Lol JK who LOVES dance. He dedicated his life to his craft. He seriously considered dropping out of being a trainee and leaving the idol world behind to ONLY dance. And yall are shocked he is excited about a talented up and coming dancer from his Alma Mater? Yall are weirdos for thinking anything differently. Honestly. Grow up. Please. It has nothing to do with jikook or thinking they are together or not. It has to do with how weird this ENTIRE narrative is. And seriously, if object permanence is such a freaking issue, yall start writing stuff down or something. Goodness.

Nain’s choreography video for ‘Home’ which she held a lesson with late last month.

🔗 https://t.co/aauafHZk53 https://t.co/E5ZfTweVtV

Lol She back at it again. From what i see , she knows how jk is attracted to her and she is taking advantage of that. Ohhh cool .

Now lets wait for The collab ( Jk × Nain or Bts × nain) . i mean Bts loves jk so i guess it is safe to say BTS × NAIN.

Jungkook is truly maintaining his title till now ( if you know , you know) lol😉

Well , I WAS a JIKOOK SHIPPER but My bad . I was fool of myself by shipping them. Jk has guts to post or interact with Every fucking person but Jimin 👏👏

Now that MANY MORE LIKE ME (ex JKKRS) have opened our eyes , We will have to face the reality which we were avoiding i guess?

Wish the best for BTS and Jk and his 'soon to be girlfriend' or His GF 🤷‍♀️

And jm ,i hope ,he will be with someone WHO ACTUALLY LOVES HIM , DESERVES HIM , and FEEL PROUD OF HIM ENOUGH TO SHOW HIM TO THE WORLD. 💜 He is Much more worth that this . An angel like him deserves the whole world . May he get married and have beautiful kids 💜

I have no idea whether I should pity you or laugh at your extra level of stupidity. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Allow me to get this fact into your goddamn head, anon.

NAIN IS A MINOR,

NAIN IS A HIGH SCHOOLER.

JUNGKOOK IS 25,

JUNGKOOK IS AN ADULT.

Like every single teenage girl, Nain is one them.

She adores BTS and what they do. She takes a lot of interest in dancing, she covers their songs choreography and posts them online on YouTube. Many do so too anon...

Jk probably saw her video in his recommendation page. He saw it and he loved it. Then as all of you guys know, Nain posted a sc of this

Many army's gushed on that post and they found it cute of jk to compliment a minor army. Seriously, if you were on twt, you'll see many saying how cute their friendship is.

Seriously anon, are you out of your mind? A high schooler tryna lure jk? 🤣 Omg. How old are you anon? High schoolers are usually preparing for exams and most of them are busy completing their homeworks. Especially Asians, trust me.

No Asian parent would even allow their children to wear short ,sexy cloths at that age neither giving them the allowance to have boyfriend's.

(some yes bcuz most Chinese have partners at that age and they are allowed to... but mostly no /:)

Growing up Asian, I had the experience, I gone through everything anon, who are you tell me how our Asian cultures go like? Lol.

So now, are you telling me that if jk promotes Nain's channel on his own will. He is attracted to her, he wants to date her? The jk who is shy with girls is now being possessed by her? 🤣

What about that girl who was featured on BTS X new quiz on the block ep? She's a dancer and she loves BTS too... why only nain anon? Why not make theories about her relationship with jk as well then lol.

The jk who loves Jimin so much that even tattooed his name on his knuckles are now not true?

I really don't care if your a jikook shipper or not. If you think that they aren't real, then that's your perspective.

[hushedhands]

The Thing with Feathers, Chapter 23 Sneak Peek

“Want some?” Luke asked as he spooned chamomile tea leafs into his infuser.

“Uh… no, thanks. I’m… I’m not going to sleep.”

There was a heavy pause, then Luke attempted a casual, “No?”

“No.”

“Studying all night? Or…” he trailed off. His back was turned to her, but every muscle in his body was tense.

Addy softly confirmed, “Or.”

“I see.” Luke returned his tin of tea to the cupboard and twisted the kitchen timer, which immediately began ticking down the time until his tea would be ready.

“I’ll be back well before dawn.” she reassured him.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Luke gently lowered himself into the seat across from Addy, “I think that’s a rubbish idea, Adrienne.”

“I know you do.”

“Fine. What if you need help?”

“Martin has a mobile telephone. His parents gave it to him in case he ever got into a car crash or got a flat tire and needed help. I’ll be able to use it to call the guards, if it came to that for some reason.”

“It could take ages for help to get to you. If you’re hurt, it could all be too late.”

“I won’t be hurt. Martin’s car is very safe, and the roads will be clear of most traffic because it’ll be the middle of the night.”

“Anything could happen though. It doesn’t have to be a car crash, you could be randomly mugged. You could be caught in the crossfire of a fight between two strangers. Somebody upstairs could accidentally drop something down the stairs, it could hit you on the head—“

Addy giggled at the thought, “These sound like normal risks, Luke. Things everyone lives with every day, but miraculously few people actually die of them.”

“But with you, any risk is too much.”

“Because I’m the Heir?” she rolled her eyes.

“Because you are the future of the world,” he said, eyes burning into hers, “Illéa has emerged from the last twenty years as a global leader thanks to your father, and you are the future of that global leadership.”

Addy placed a reassuring hand on his, “I’m not about to die, Luke. But, hey, even if someone does drop something on my head in a freak accident, Jamesy isn’t some tyrant. If something happened to me, he’d do a marvelous job.”

“It wouldn’t be the same.” Luke muttered mutinously.

“In some ways it would be.” she said steadily, “In some ways it would be better, in some ways, worse. But I don’t want you to lose sleep thinking I’m the only hope for humanity. There are five Schreave kids for a reason.”

“No. That’s not the reason.” Luke said darkly.

Maybe that was true. Her parents had had five kids because they loved raising children together, because family was the most important thing in the world to them, and because they’d had enough help from nannies and tutors and maids and chefs that they’d actually been able to run the country and take care of all five children at the same time.

Securing the monarchy by adding to the line of succession was just a side benefit.

“I’m not going to die tonight, Lucas.” Addy repeated, wishing she could make this easier for him. “I don’t want you to spend all night thinking I’m dead, like last time. That’s not a rational fear. That’s all I’m trying to say.”

“Fine. Perhaps you’re right…” he studied her face and sighed, “Just be careful, Bird.”

“I promise.”

“Wake me up the heartbeat that you get back.”

“I will.”

“Keep that telephone close to you all night. And don’t hesitate to use it if you need to! Any trouble you get into for sneaking out will be far better than the risk of danger.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Addy teased him, reaching across the table to nudge his arm.

Luke frowned adorably, but he embraced his role, “Teenagers these days…” he decried.

“You’re a teenager these days! Just because you’re about to turn twenty doesn’t mean you can start complaining about teenagers yet.” Addy laughed.

“In my day, we actually listened to our elders…” Luke did his best impression of his father, surprisingly accurately, as the timer chimed that his tea was ready.  

“This is your day!” Addy laughed again.

“But I come from a simpler time, I know.” Luke ignored her, leaving the table to fetch his tea.

“You come from now, you weirdo!” But her words fell on deaf ears, perhaps the result of age-related hearing loss.

-- The Thing with Feathers

[lotstradamus]

what are your dirk gently ships??

DIRK and TODD*

FARRAH and AMANDA**

KEN and BART, PLATONICALLY***

FRIEDKIN and WHOMEVER HE SUBS FOR****

ESTEVEZ and THIS MORTAL COIL*****

MARTIN and ME******

VOGLE*******

*incredibly predictable? yes. INCREDIBLY PURE AND REAL? ALSO YES! I actively fought against my own feelings up until the point where they’re crouched behind a souvenir stand in the zoo clutching animal masks talking about time travel and Dirk is looking at Todd like he hung the fucking moon. then I gave into my FROTHING HEART FEELINGS for them just in time for the show to kick me in the boobs about it, haha! look at them! yelling at each other! just two best friends baring their souls, telling secrets and changing each other’s lives! and now they’re crying! enjoy, bitch!!!

**Farrah: ssshhhhh you’re wrong and you’re not helpingAmanda: [points out something really helpful and case-cracking] Farrah: Hi!!!! I’m Farrah!!!!!!!!!!! (but also, Amanda: Ooh, Todd, are you into Farrah? why wouldn’t you be? she’s so awesome. she doesn’t seem into you though. she has such a cool jacket. she’s great and gorgeous. I spent all night with her and she’s a weirdo! I like her a lot! what a great gorgeous cool weird person, with an awesome jacket! wow!)

***Ken is basically an overawed, overwhelmed babysitter to an infallible angel of death and it is MY FAVOURITE THING! Bart’s doing her whole Leaf In The Stream Of Creation bit and Ken’s sort-of-willingly along for the ride, quietly freaking out and making sure she showers and eats and gets enough sleep. she gave his life MEANING and PURPOSE and he’s there, singing along to the radio to make her laugh and keeping her from getting rickets. when she starts to doubt herself and loses confidence Ken is there to talk her around to continuing her psychic serial murder spree. literally what’s not to love. 

****I HOPE SHE PEGS THE LIFE OUT OF HIM!!!

*****I truly don’t see how that last scene could possibly Come Up Estevez but I will hold on hope until season 2 steps on my heart. speaking of: have you ever known the last 5 minutes of a finale to go the fuck in like that? I mean, what the fuck, bro? what the fuck??? 

******he’s just tall and weird and sexy and I want to cling to his ridiculously long legs like a baby panda. tbh I think when I say ‘MARTIN and ME’ what I actually mean is ‘MARTIN and AMANDA’, with ME cast in the role of AMANDA. when he gives her the bat to beat up the car. WHEN HE SAYS ‘DON’T BE SCARED, DRUMMER GIRL.’ WHEN HE’S LIKE ‘VOGLE, GET HER OUT OF HERE!’ WHEN SHIT GOES DOWN AT THE END. I WANT THIS WEIRD FERAL MAN TO LOVE ME! HEFT YOUR WEAPON AND BEAT SOMETHING UP FOR ME, MARTIN!!! HOWL LIKE A WOLF AND DAMAGE SOME PROPERTY AND WHISK ME AWAY IN YOUR VAN!!!!! ABSORB MY ENERGY!!!!!! DRAIN ME!!!!!!!!!!

*******I don’t ship him with anyone, he’s just really, really cute and I think we all need to acknowledge that more. when he grabbed Amanda’s hand I died. I just fucking died. 

[maceopaisley]

BLACK HISTORY:

There was a special moment in the 90's when middle class black people started to become acknowledged as a thing.My mother wouldn't let me get a pair of Nike Cortez because she didn't want anyone to confuse me for a gang member. It was VERY important to my parents that I be as clear as possible about this position. I did not own a hooded sweatshirt until I was 22 years old and had purchased it myself. At the time I thought they were being over bearing, but 20 years later, it brings me to tears to see how right they were the whole time.

The most famous example of a black middle class family was the Cosby show which I didn't identify with at all but every body seemed to liken my two parent stable household to their archetype. But alas I am no Theo Huxtable.

At the same time A Different World was informing my whole world view. While everyone tried to make me Steve Urkel from Family Matters, I KNEW I was Dwayne Wade! In Living Color was by far THE FUNNIEST SHOW ON TV and everyone knows this.

I had the complete works of Langston Hughes in my living room and opened a new poem everyday. And Maya Angelou was still alive and Oprah was in her prime. These women reminded me of my mother and informed my perspective on beauty and what a grown woman was. Both of my grand mothers are classy regal dark skinned women who I have never actually seen in public looking less than PERFECT. I knew I had to keep lotion on my elbows around them. Like all the black women I knew, they held men accountable, it was no joke.

I had the BIGGEST crush on Lisa Turtle from Saved By the Bell and because RnB was also in its prime I had no shortage of dark skinned black women to pine over; Brandy, Monica, all of SWV, Chilli from TLC.

But I was also a nerdy weirdo, so I gravitated to W.E.B Dubois, and read everything Fredrick Douglas wrote probably before I graduated high school. To me, Malcom X wasn't even militant per say but an activist intellectual. My whole life I thought Martin Luther King Jr. was soft, until I started doing my own research.

The dudes I wanted to be were Usher, and Tevin Campbell. They were smooth as fuck and women loved them. I would have given a leg to be a member of Immature.I was always dancing in private. Always in private. I thought B2K was wack.

As I got older Mos Def was my Plato, Andre 3000 TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRESS. Kanye West was always overrated but he was from my team so I supported him until Lupe Fiasco came out and then he was my dude! Lupe perfectly rode the nerdy black dude line and made it seem cool via skateboarding. I was also a skateboarder, after having been a rollerblader, which was social suicide.

Kareem Campbell was the only big skateboarder at the time but Sal Masekala was THE voice of extreme sports so I always rocked with him. Meanwhile, I was still bumping KRS One, De La Soul, and James Brown because for me they were soundtracks to my life.

I was saddened to realize that jazz had become "smooth" and after viewing it as a life philosophy for many years, I abandoned it. My father and grandfather were stable male role models that I both feared and admired. This is what it was to be a man. Denzel just basically played my father in every role so he didn't stand out to me. (Not much has changed.)

If I had to narrow my identity down to characters you'd I'd say The Fresh Prince's Will Smith and Carlton Banks was where I landed smack dab in the middle. Being a hip hop head, kept me reading the dictionary to expand my vocabulary for lyrics. It's how I became a poet, and just now I am beginning to identify as a writer. I didn't get into Yin Yang Twins and Lil Jon because it was "mainstream" but I was infatuated with Cash Money and Lil Wayne was like a prophet in my early adulthood.

Cornel West would pop in and out of my intellectual periphery but I began to look more towards hip hop culture for guidance. I felt like black intellectualism had dried up and conscious rap had devolved into preachy bad music. I think many of us were cozy in the 2000's maybe that was the dark ages for black thought, or maybe I was just out of touch. I remember thinking about getting a grill, and a big ass watch, which I never did. But my kicks were fire because I would buy these limited Bapes and just blow my whole check on them to stay in the running for cool. Pharrell was a major influence and that was right about the time I started messing with my concept of who I was.

Wesley Snipes was married to a white woman in Waiting To Exhale and they made it seem like it was okay (even though she was dying). I realize now was a perspective altering moment. I caught wind of Barack Obama very early because he was on the periphery of my fathers social sphere. I recognized immediately that did not have slavery in his past, that his mother was white, that he was not BLACK THE WAY I WAS BLACK. I knew the class divide he represented and I have struggled with my feelings about that all my life.

I remember watching School Daze and wondering which side I would have been on. By that time the age old conflict between bougie and pro-black was popping up every where. And I have always known I am BOTH.

So I am putting sweaters around my neck one year and the next year I am throwing my fist up. I could never choose, and never felt I had to, even though my community always seems to decide for me. I noticed we opted in and out of hood culture as middle class blacks. Referencing where we came from but shaming people who didn't make it out at times. Playing deep hood music at house parties but turning it down when we drove through white neighborhoods.

I saw Ice cube begin to code switch and get more and more movies. Tyler Perry seemed to be unequivocably problematic in practice even though I though some of his plays were funny and accurate. I'm missing people, tons of men and women who obfuscate the perception of blackness held my mainstream America but sharpen it for me. Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice showed me that you can be a black person and a patriot, but not without great conflict of interest.

The black experience is so far and wide and complex that I can't summarize my historical perspective on it. I had the whole collection of Black History books they sent us one per month, and still had never heard of the women from Hidden Figures. We had a million books and chemistry sets, and all the musical instruments in the world in my home but I never once was gifted a new bike. The fact that I am creative isn't so much inherent as it was a construction of my parents. My brother is very different than me even though we grew up in similar social conditions. He reminds me that sociology is only have the story, we are our own people to become.

Today, I still struggle with the privilege I inherited and push against my tendencies to be elitist and judgmental. I recognize that I am invited into white spaces far more than many of my peers and that means I never enter them without trepidation. Award shows, academia, and dinner parties still feel foreign but I am speak the language fluently.

I was above freaking at parties and I never used the B word in my raps. I think Grace Jones single handedly shattered everything I knew about what was possible for black people to become. Thinking about Muhammed Ali for too long makes me cry. The love/hate relationship I have with America sometimes shows up in the mirror.

Wu-Tang forever. Happy Black History Month. #taoofmaceo