#music is something so personal i am not trying to impress anyone with my music taste (i don’t think i could if i tried tbh 🙈)

[femme-foucault]

Award Season Guesses - late December 2024

Alright, well I still haven't seen The Brutalist (or Nickel Boys) because it's not releasing outside NYC and LA until sometime in January and I have no intention of seeing A Complete Unknown precisely because I am a Bob Dylan fan. So I haven't really updated my list of predictions from about a month ago or so. I am tempted to include The Substance but it is a sliiiiiim possibility given how the Oscars snubs work in horror. So here are my predictions as of late December 2024.

Above the Line Awards:

Alphabetical order as usual. My suspected winners in bold and runner-ups/potential "upsets in italics.

Best Picture:

Anora*

The Brutalist

A Complete Unknown

Conclave

Dune Pt 2

Emilia Perez

Nickel Boys

A Real Pain

Sing Sing

The Substance (????)

Wicked Pt 1

I am going on a limb and guessing The Substance does get in even though I think it is reeeeally a stretch. The Academy snubs horror films all the time, especially in acting (see Toni Collette in Hereditary and Mia Goth in Pearl). But the GG noms made me reconsider even though the GG is a critics/journalism awards show and the Oscars are an industry awards show and like any "election," demographic patterns vary. But actually if anything I think critics are snobbier about horror than industry people so that's a good sign. No idea what will win -- which is fun! 2024 was not nearly as good as 2023, which was an unusually packed year for great movies. But in a way, that makes Awards Season more fun because there isn't a clear front runner. I am leaning Anora right now for BP like I have been all year, but I would NOT underestimate either Wicked or Emilia Perez. I don't like the latter movie very much and while I did really enjoy Wicked I wouldn't say it was the best of the year. But don't underestimate the Oscars leaning populist because all three of the last BP winners in awards season were very much "crowd pleasers" over more "artsy" choices like Power of the Dog or Poor Things. (It feels odd to call Oppenheimer a "crowd pleaser" as that movie is so bleak, but technically, it counts in the sense that many people saw it and both general audiences and industry people liked it. So I'd put it next to EEAO and CODA as a "crowd-pleaser" Best Picture winner and a "populist" choice due to it making so much money because of Barbeheimer despite being, technically, a kinda weird movie when you dissect it. So don't underestimate Wicked!).

Best Director: Sean Baker (Anora), Edward Berger (Conclave), Brady Corbet (The Brutalist), maaaaybe Coralie Fargeat, but ONLY if The Substance gets into Best Picture. I have taken Denis Villeneuve (Dune Pt 2) out of my predictions even though he deserves it because Dune Pt 2 was better than the first one. But until I see The Brutalist, I can't evaluate it. I wouldn't be surprised if we got a rare Best Picture and Best Director split.

Best Actress in A Lead Role: Cynthia Erivo (Wicked), Karla Sofía Gascón (Emilia Perez), Angelina Jolie (Maria), Mikkey Madison (Anora).....and if and only if The Substance The Substance gets into picture, maaaaaybe Demi Moore. She probably deserves it (I haven't seen The Substance because I'm squeamish), but the Academy is awful about nominating horror performances (see Toni Collette for Hereditary). The alternative might be Nicole Kidman for Babygirl.

Best Actor in a Lead Role: Adrian Brody (The Brutalist), Timothee Chalamet (A Complete Unknown), Daniel Craig (Queer), Colman Domingo (Sing Sing), Ralph Fiennes (Conclave).

I am leaning Brody based on trailers alone (the Academy loves an accent and a WWII-post Holcaust drama) but even if Chalamet is mid -- and apparently he is quite good -- the Academy isn't above rewarding lame music biopics. See Austin Butler's nomination for Elvis and Rami Malek winning for Bohemian Rhapsody. ACU is apparently good -- I really hate that kind of biopic so I am not there for it -- so all Chalamet has to do to be decent for the boomer crowd who likes Dylan to vote for him.

Best Supporting Actress: Ariana Grande (Wicked), Felicity Jones (The Brutalist), Isabella Rossellini (Conclave), Zoe Saldana (Emilia Perez), Margaret Qualley (The Substance).

Still leaning Saldana but Grande is not to be underestimated (the Academy are more likely to award comedic performances in supporting -- see Ryan Gosling's nom last year. He might have won if RDJ didn't have The Narrative). I am putting Rosselini in there now that she got into GG and if I am going to lean towards The Substance, maybe Qualley. Felicity Jones isn't doing well in critics circles but I think if The Brutlaist is popular, she could be the Emily Blunt of the season (the person who gets nominated for being in a popular movie and tags along but doesn't win anything, which is what happened with Emily Blunt last year because Oppenheimer was so popular with the industry and critics that she got a lot of "tag along" noms but no real wins).

Best Supporting Actor: Kieran Culkin (A Real Pain), Clarence Maclin (Sing Sing), Guy Pearce (The Brutalist), Denzel Washington (Gladiator II)...and someone else. Idk maybe one of the Anora guys (Yura Borisov (Igor?). I don't see the supporting performances from Conclave aside from Rosselini getting in because while everyone was good...that is part of the problem. No one but her really stood out because everyone in the supporting cast was so solid and I think Anora is a bit similar in that regard except that Borisov's character sticks out as having a sliver of decency. It's weird to think that the sentence "Oscar winner Kieran Culkin" might be a thing. As much as I like Culkin from Succession, my actual vote would be Maclin. But no one saw that movie :( I am including Washington even though Gladiator II got poor to mixed reviews because he's Denzel. He is such a great actor who was snubbed for his best performances that now they nominate him all the time to make up for it, and it's such a weak year in this category that I'm not complaining.

Original Screenplay: Idk what is original and adapted, but I think Anora wins Screenplay, especially if it doesn't win Best Picture. The recent trend is sometimes to throw a movie that won't be awarded anywhere else a screenplay award (see last year with both American Fiction and Anatomy of A Fall). The other possibility might be A Real Pain if they decide to award it.

Other than Anora, I think: The Brutalist, A Real Pain, The Substance, and maybe September 5 if they follow the Globes (which they don't always do because the Golden Globes are a press/critics award and the Oscars are industry so different voting demographics).

Adapted Screenplay: No idea what is even in this category. The distinction between Original and Adapted is pretty arbitrary at times (see: Barbie in Adapted last year). My guesses are A Complete Unknown (based on a specific Dylan bio apparently), Conclave (based on a novel), Emilia Perez (I think inspired by something?), Sing Sing (loosely based on a true story) and idk what the fifth slot is.

Who I think will win in the tech categories:

Best Production Design: Wicked. Dune Pt 2 might be an upset.

Costume: Obviously Wicked.

Special Effects: Probably Dune Pt 2 but it could be something I haven't heard of that the effects branch likes, because that happens often.

Hair and Make Up: If The Substance gets in, maaaybe. This is the one category that horror is recognized so I wouldn't be surprised if The Substance and maybe even Nosferatu gets in. But it might be Wicked if the Academy does what it often does and people outside the nominating branches just vote for the movie they like more, in which case it would be Wicked. Dune Pt 2 should get at least a nomination for Rebecca Ferguson's possessed henna.

Cinematography: Either Conclave or Anora. It really depends how 1) Anora does in general and 2) if it does well, if there is a "share the love" vibe. The Academy doesn't do the massive Titanic/Lord of the Rings sweeps anymore (and I'm fine with that) -- see last year giving Zone of Interest the Sound award and American Fiction got Adapted Screenplay when a lot of people thought Oppenheimer was a lock for both because it was the BP frontrunner and, if this was the 2000s, probably would have taken them by default. In the EEAAO year, an Edward Berger film (All Quiet on the Western Front) won cinematography over EEAAO in an upset, so it wouldn't be unprecedented if that happened again with Conclave.I hope it's not Emilia Perez. That movie is very flashy but I don't like the cinematography much. It's all flash no style. Dune Pt 2 will definitely be nominated but I feel like its spring release hurt it.

Score: It'd be cool if Challengers got nominated but I don't see it, unfortunately. The score branch is not that cool and prefers instrumental scores over tech/synth music, even though Trent has been nominated before. I don't know what will win, since Dune 2 is not even eligible.

Sound Design: It better be Dune Pt 2. I think Wicked and probably A Complete Unknown will get nominated because of the music mixing (which, in Wicked, was very subtle and well done and apparently ACU sounds great too). But I really don't like biopics about musicians so I'd rather it not. I wouldn't mind a Wicked nom here, but Dune Pt 2 is so inventive in its sound design that I am rooting for it.

[drchucktingle]

BIG thing i get teased about over the years (in playful ways, it is fine buckaroos, but a light tease none the less) is the DIRECTNESS of my titles. many who stumble upon my books will immediately comment 'the title is so long it just says what happens'. here are some of my thoughts on that...

as with a lot of things in the tingleverse, my unusual artistic choices end up being a sort of TROJAN HORSE, called unserious and mocked by many, but hopefully over the years revealing something to buckaroos who are not tied to the separation of ‘low brow’ or ‘high brow’ art

i feel understood by most, but for some who JUST NOW encounter the tingleverse there is an automatic apprehension, from outright to subliminal. things like scoffing ’im not going to try and find meaning in a chuck tingle book’ (real quote) or 'skeptical of the horror, ive seen his OTHER books'

i have written a LOT about how much of this, whether buds know it or not, is not just about the dinosaurs and the living objects. it is about a culture that is built to see queerness and neurodivergence and (drumroll) SEXUALITY as fundamentally unworthy of ‘real’ artistic merit. this trot runs deep

theres SOMETHING ELSE i dont talk on much however, which is directness of my writing style, both in titles and on page. why i do it is this: AS AN ARTIST it is never my intention to impress you. my books are not the 'ME show' theyre the 'US show’ so i simply want my sentences to express what happens

i wont dance circles around you, leading you through the story saying LOOK AT ME LOOK HOW GOOD I AM IM SO COOL. i want to walk BESIDE you. of course, writing to impress is also great and valid art too, just not MY preference. this is ARTISTIC choice, but i want to talk for a moment on politics of it

i tend to see buckaroos holding a sort of STRICT interpretation of what makes ‘good’ art. it is a training that has been pounded into their heads declaring ‘real art cannot just come out and say what it means.' a good example would be if someone was being critical by just saying 'its heavy handed'

the thing is, there is a huge difference between saying ‘it was blunt.’ and ‘it was TOO BLUNT for what it was trying to accomplish.’ TIME AND TIME AGAIN however, you will see folks simply deciding ‘this art just said what it meant on the surface’ and leaving it there, as if that is INHERENTLY WRONG.

and the question i am forced to ask myself is ‘WHY is this wrong?’ in the vast, infinite pantheon of WHAT ART CAN BE why are we so obsessed with hiding ourselves? obscuring our thoughts? removing our politics? there is certainly a time for subtly, but it seems there is NEVER a time for being blunt

some say this is because arts more DIFFICULT to craft when it is subliminal, but folks do not REACT that way. art that is both direct AND subliminal and layered will STILL get torn down for leaving things on the surface, even when technically speaking it is probably most impressive to juggle both

there is plenty for you to research on this regarding the CIA secretly funding abstract expressionist art during the cold war. it is still HOTLY DEBATED, but i will mention it here for anyone reading my thread who is interested in a deep dive. HERE, however, i will talk about it on a personal level

i think that culturally we are CONSTANTLY told to not take up space, especially in marginalized groups. there is decades and decades of programming telling us ‘you can express yourself, but in a CIVILIZED WAY, not too loud, not too direct. CERTAINLY not too political.' i flatly reject this

of all the places to do what you want and say what you want to say, ART IS THE PERFECT ARENA. your writing, your songs, your music can absolutely be as subtle as you want, but especially during times like this, dont let anyone tell you that youre too dang loud. lets trot buckaroos.

and since i spent all morning writing this is am going to leave a link for my new book LUCK DAY, which is LOUD AS HECK. now is a time to make art, and it is also a time to support the artists you love. give a preorder if you can. LOVE IS REAL

[voie-lacte3]

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♪ 17. baggy clothes. funny ash. grwms, trends, unfiltered day in my life vlogs (w funny editing), fashion hauls, chaotic storytimes, and even dance trends. piercings. hour glass. sza + olivia rodrigo + a$ap rocky + frank ocean. braces. cannot live without music. will always speak whats on her mind. roblox fanatic. still in highschool. does not live in LA. loves to binge watch shows. can highkey bake.

actor! mason thames

♪ 17. wannabe nonchalant. good sense of humor. supper goofy until he's not. rarely posts on social media. loves late night drives. curliest curly hair. malcom todd + tyler the creator + cigarettes after sex + daniel ceasar. has a sweet tooth. always warm. gentlemen. in his own world 90% of the time. collection of colognes.

how they met...

you weren’t expecting to be here, like, at this premiere.

you’d gotten the invite two weeks ago, assumed it was a mistake, triple-checked it anyway, and then you figured what the hell, "how to train your dragon" was one of your favorite comfort movies growing up, and the idea of seeing it live action before everyone else?

hell-fucking-yes.

honestly, you were really excited— sure you didn't really know anyone going, especially mason the cast, but YOLO, right? and yeah, okay, maybe you did notice mason thames followed you months ago. liked one of your "grwm" tiktoks and then never interacted again.

totally casual.

totally not something you reread at 2 in the morning while spiraling about whether your makeup looked good in that lighting.

you assumed his follow was an accident. or pity. or even curiosity. maybe everything.

so when you step out of the car at the premiere, barely clinging to your phone and your sanity, you’re thinking about the popcorn. the screen. the dragons.

you’re NOT thinking about mason thames standing five feet away from you on the carpet, talking to someone, looking at you like you just stepped out of his dreams.

you glance around. try not to stare.

he’s dressed sharp. chain visible under the open collar, hair perfect, screaming in that I didn’t try but I actually did kind of way

you lock eyes for a second, expecting him to look away.

he doesn’t.

he actually walks toward you instead, smooth, casual. like he’s not completely freaking out inside.

great. isnt this wonderful.

“hey,” he says, voice way lower than you thought it’d be. “didn't expect to see you here.”

you blink, laughing a little. “you know who I am?”

he smiles like he’s trying not to, like it’d give him away. "you’re literally all over my for you page. you did that ‘get ready with me while i panic’ video last week. you started crying mid-eyeliner.”

your stomach drops. how utterly embarrassing.

"hey man, that was a joke, well, it started as a joke—” “it was funny,” he cuts in. “also weirdly relatable, and kind of impressive that you still got the wing right.”

you blink again. “you actually watched it?”, his gaze softens. “o'course, i like funny people.”

before you can even think of something to say that doesn’t sound like uhhuhblushdie, the moment’s cut short by a camera flash.

the fuck ass paparazzi.

then another.

then three more.

many of them shout something toward you, somethings gross, barely masked as a questions.

“who’s the pretty plus-one?"

"your dress that short for the cameras or for him?”

"hey, gorgeous, where’s that dress really meant to show off?”

“yo, mason, how old is she? this your new girl or just your premiere toy?”

you flinch. not because of what they said, you're unfortunately used to the noise, but because of the way they said it. the tone. the implication.

like you're less of a person and more of a headline.

then a paparazzi lowers his camera, yelling something like: "who’s the pretty plus-one? your dress that short for the cameras or for him, sweetheart?”

unfortunately, or should i say, fortunately, mason hears them too. you see it in his jaw first, then his eyes. you open your mouth to say something, but before you can even think—

he shifts in front of you, not dramatic, not loud, just enough to put himself between you and the cameras.

his voice stays calm but sharp. “back off.”

a few of them go quiet. a few keep clicking. but his eyes are locked on the one who made the last comment.

"don’t talk to her like that,” he says. “you don’t talk to anyone like that, especially someone who isn't even 17 yet, so back the fuck off"

he glances over his shoulder, just once to check on you. and that’s the part that hits hardest.

not the anger.

not the protectiveness.

the way he looks at you like you matter. like this isn’t about saving face or avoiding headlines.

this is about you.

you nod, eyes wide, trying to keep your cool. “you good?” he asks, eyes scanning yours.

you nod. heart racing. “yeah. thanks.”

he leans in, voice barely above a whisper now. “you want me to walk with you inside?”

you should say no.

"yeah. i’d like that.”

the next day...

you wake up to your phone blowing up. notifications, messages, tagged posts, the whole deal.

the first thing you see is a clip, mason stepping in between you and the paparazzi, "-so back the fuck off.”

you groan, the video was everywhere.

you sit up, going straight to your usual filming area. you prop your phone up: no vanity lights on, natural sunlight seeping through your curtains.

you hit the live button.

despite it being 11am, you reach thousands of viewers almost instantly, a certain someone joining as well.

you appear on screen: hoodie on, no makeup, bedhead, knees propped up to your chest, full-on panicking into the camera.

“guys. i literally went to a premiere to watch dragons fly around and eat popcorn, scout for potential huzz, AND NOW THE ENTIRE INTERNET IS CALLING ME MASON THAMES' MYSTERY GIRLFRIEND, LIKE HELLO?!?”

you play the viral clip on your ipad: mason stepping in front of the paparazzi, “-so back the fuck off.”

you turn your tablet off, "LIKE, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? SAY ‘THANK YOU KING’ AND KEEP POSING?? LIKE HELLO?!?"

you groan into your hands. "for ANYONE saying we're dating, we are NOT. i met mason thames for the first time YESTERDAY"

you spin around in your chair, "MASON! get the fuck out my live bruh, you aint helping the allegations"

he comments: "well, you did kind of stand there, blinking like a shocked little frog."

"OKAY FIRST OF ALL, WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!? AND SECOND OF ALL, WHY ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME ON MY TIKTOK LIVE?! ON MY CELLULAR DEVICE?!? i think the FUCK not"

a/n: HEHEHEH guyssss, what we thinking 🤔🤔 send in requests for these 2 !! ALSO i guess imma start a tag list??? comment on HERE if u wanna be tagged in any future posts 😜😜

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tags: @bluebvrriee

-with lots of hatred to my ex 🫶🏼

[revivemyreverie]

SKETCH SSR: WISHMASTER’S CONCERT 

CREDITS: Wishmaster's Concert Event : @tixdixl, Cyril Zeman (mentioned in story): @ramshacklerumble. I consider following both of them if you haven't already!!!

This event is crazy fun and I cannot believe I finished in under 3 days. anyhow! A short story is under read more :)

Groovification: Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.

Set to Home Screen: Would you like to hear a tune?

Home Transition 1: Are we moving stages? I’ll follow as you desire. 

Home Transition 2: My past self would “love” being here, I’m sure. Even if I no longer hold the emotions that came with those memories, the knowledge of how many times he used this violin is logical proof. 

Home Transition: 3: These light choices are quite interesting. You usually expect something more refined when it comes to violin performances, but I suppose the inclusion of guitars and death metal muddles that. 

Home, after Login: Ashengrotto said this event is in the best interest for both of us, but I am very sure I heard him saying he’s finally rid of me the other day… Is that what you refer to as “disdain"?

Tap Home 1: These clothes are not very optimal, since I cannot move much except the sleeves. I do not mind any of it, however, since I can still make quick movements with my bowstring. 

Tap Home 2: I’ve heard it's good to deviate music choices every once in a while for experience, so perhaps adding a few songs into my usual classical music may be good for me. 

Tap Home 3: I try to avoid bumping into my bandmates when on stage, as it would be rather terrible if my magic activated mid-performance... A husk might end up singing on stage instead of a person.

Tap Home 4:  I’m quite shocked by the people who enjoyed my performance, seeing that I had failed to remember to smile. Those in the crowd even said I looked mysterious. Emotions are such an odd thing. 

Tap Home 5: Logically, none of this really matters. All these people do is sit through a bunch of flashy lights while listening to sounds mixed and mashed together through ear-damaging speakers. Still, I partake in it, for I want to understand the past “me”’s love for it. 

🎙️.

“I don’t care if it's to show off the school’s music prowess! My Abyssal Lover will not be working with the jerk that broke the head singer's and his boyfriend up!”

Such is the common complaint Allegra has been facing as of late by the head-singer of a little band made in Night Raven College, who the former had the delight of joining thanks to his dorm leader’s so-called recommendation (it was forced, but Allegra's not allowed to say a word on it). 

In his eyes, he had done nothing of what he had been accused of. All Allegra Mahalath had done was help a client and pull a little bit of an emotional possession with his magic. How was it his fault if he revealed that someone was having second thoughts about their relationship? Logically speaking, the singer should have just discussed this nonsensical problem from the get-go.

He might get a punch for such words, however, so the man stayed silent with his usual smile. Their manager spoke in his place, “YOU’RE the one who said anyone would do for our sick violinist, and I’m already in good-standing with Azul! I’m just taking advantage of the situation, so how about you get over yourself and move on?! Do you really want to throw away the chance to impress THE Cyril Zeman?!!”

The Octavinelle student watched his new nemesis remain silent.

“Then stop complaining and start rehearsing! And Allegra,I know you’re good at the violin, but our set also has some more... dramatic... parts in it. Please try your best.”

The therapist kept his demeanor the same. “As you wish, manager.”

—-----

The singer wondered if Allegra had a best to begin with, or was just trying to piss him off. He was awful at acting entirely, his motions being so stiff and short that he looked like a robot compared to the whisking twirls and light steps everyone else had managed to do. His only saving grace was his violin, which somehow made Allegra look far more graceful than the mannequin he turned into when he wasn't playing. 

“If you can't bother to dance right, then how about taking off that tacky customer-service smile?” He complained after their 5th rehearsal and failure of an act.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Allegra speaks like one of Ignihyde's new robots. “but if it’s not up to par, I’ll change it.”

“Are you a human? I meant to use your real smile.”

Allegra pokes at his own cheeks, “But this is my real smile? It’s the same one I use everyday, even for my clients. I thought you would understand, seeing as you even had a previous session with me–”

The last sentence seemed to have switched something in the young man. With a aggressive yell, he gets up and grabs the spiral-eyed student's shirt

“Say a thing about my stupid session from that day and I’ll break your nose!" 

The other band members ran between them, splitting the two apart to avoid a big fight. The singer clicked his tongue in return, turning to the classroom's door.

“I need a damn break.”

Allegra watched as he walked out, his temporary band mates surrounding him. A silence filled the room, yet the smile on his face remained sweet as always.

—-------

“Do you have an issue with me?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

The vocalist and violinist sat alone in the makeup room, their group having already departed for set preparations and to avoid the ever-growing storm between the two students.

“You’ve shown a great amount of physical hostility towards me.” Allegra spoke with such niceties, “I would love to know why.” 

“Oh I’m sure you would.” Sarcasm came up like vomit. “You’re an ass who ruined my goddamn love life, and now I’m expected to work with you and your weirdo facade.”

“Facade?”

The vocalist slammed his hands on the table, tired of dealing with him for the past 3 weeks. “Yes! Facade! You think everyone just takes your little goody-two-shoes employee act as fact? Everyone in the band knows it's all either a cover for you being a creep or that you just hate everyone in the world!”

Allegra turned away from him, looking outside the door’s window. “I don’t hate anyone.” 

“Cut the crap! That’s a lie itself!”

“Would you like to hear the truth about me then?” Allegra says, his voice suddenly ice cold.

He turns back to the lead-singer, his face lacking all signs of emotion.

“Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.” 

This is the true Allegra Mahalath, the one who put no effort into any relationships he was expected to care for. The vocalist looked into those empty, spiraling eyes, which grow closer with every step the brunette takes towards him. 

“You’re correct, as I am simply playing the part of a false me. In my eyes, anything and everything holds no meaning; Allegra Mahalath doesn’t care for this event, nor its people, or its problems. The same can be said for my clients and their relationships, especially yours." He stated it all so matter-of-factly, as if there truly was nothing inside his heart. "It's most fitting to say that I can't seem to care about anything.”

A shiver ran down the singer’s spine. “...Then why are you even here?"

“Because I want to understand why the past ‘me’ did.”

The announcer’s voice could be heard through the loudspeaker, cutting off their confrontation with the calling of their band's name.

"Next up, from the dark corners of Night Raven College itself, is My Abyssal Lover!"

Allegra’s monotone demeanor remained as cheers could be heard echoing from the crowd. “It’s officially stage time, I kindly suggest you hurry up.” 

—-----

“Look! We got put in the event’s article!” The team’s manager exclaimed, showing off his phone to the group. “They even got a photo of you, Mahalath!”

The brunette takes a look at the article presented in front of him, reading the text with a feigned interest.

“Oh. Oops.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“It appears I forgot to smile during the set.”

For the rest of the band, it seemed like a well-timed joke. They laughed at another one of Allegra's supposed oddities. Only the vocalist remained silent in the classroom’s corner, understanding exactly what the Octavinelle student meant.

[hiiikiko]

ellie x masc reader??

𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕨. 𝕩 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ellie x reader | tlou m.list

OKAY to preface this, i love mascs BUT i am very much not masc, im very much femme so im not sure how good this’ll be but i tried my best 🫡

tw: smoking and uhhh idk ya

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

♰ ellie is drawn to you because you both have very similar style, she loves how you dress (she’s maybe even a little jealous of how easy it is for you to pull things off)

♰ one day she approaches you and asks where you got your pants from, you tell her and compliment the way she dresses which makes the tips of her ears burn red bc how could someone as cool as you even take notice of her?

♰ she immediately befriends you and wants to spend every waking moment with you, she’s initially writes it off as the two of you being very, very good friends

♰ until one night, she’s staying over at your place and the two of you are smoking and talking, while you’re talking about how so n so did something dumb, ellie’s just staring at your lips and how they suck in another puff from the joint, then when you’re about to pass it to her, she leans in for a kiss

♰ after that night, ellie stayed over for days sometimes even weeks at a time until she moved in with you

♰ the apartment you share is a little messy but clean, of course, ellie demands to have a music setup where she can display her cds, cassettes, vinyl and stereos

♰ you two share a closet! one of the many benefits of dating someone with a similar taste, sometimes it’s a little frustrating when you’re trying to find a certain shirt because you both share the same color palette (eventually you learned how to differentiate clothing based on texture fun fact abt me: all my clothes are black and i can do this lolz)

♰ ellie loves going on dates with you, like she LOVES it’s, it’s her favourite thing ever! she loves going on hikes with you, playing games, watching movies, cooking (although, she burns the food because she always ends up being distracted by you)

♰ ellie doesn’t trust a lot of people, but she thinks you’re the most genuine person she’s ever met and because of this, you’re allowed to touch her bangs with scissors

♰ ellie loves when you wear compression shirts, she loves you in baggy clothes too but she loves when she can see your heavenly form, it makes her go feral and want to take you right then and there

♰ she also loves when you’re wearing a sports bra and shorts like GOOD LORD she is kicking her feet and giggling

♰ she loves when you send pictures and she’ll always send you some in return ;)

♰ another thing ellie adores about you is your hair! whether it’s long or short, she loves running her fingers through it and tying it up or braiding it, it gives her fingers something to do and it feels nice for you

♰ she loves when you do the same as well, she likes when you put her hair up for her, especially when she’s busy writing, drawing, cooking, she just likes that you thought of her

♰ she wants to start a band with you, you can be the hot lead singer and she’ll be the bassist

♰ SPEAKING of music, she loves to make playlists for you, play your favourite songs for you, and even WRITE songs for you

♰ ellie loves that you two are so similar and that she can act herself around you without having to impress anyone (but you, of course, she’ll never cease trying to impress you all the damn time)

[cassandra-silver]

I love. LOVE. Get In the Water

It's one of the objectively best songs in the musical; I will die on this hill.

Poseidon was always, despite being pretty much the main antagonist of EPIC, a really underdeveloped character in my opinion. He just needed a little more nuance, and the fact that one (+ kind of one more) song managed to add so much to his characterization pretty much exclusively through subtext and implications is incredibly impressive writing. Because it did!

At the start, he's yet again playing games with Odysseus, the way he did in Ruthlessness. In both songs, he could kill him easily at any point, yet he chooses not to for the sake of playing games. In Ruthlessness, this becomes his own hubris as it leads to Odysseus escaping.

If you listen closely, at the start of GITW he already sounds slightly different. He's still trying to keep up this "God of Ruthlessness" front that he's so proud of, but he's no longer more or less carefree the way he was in Ruthlessness. He's been obsessing over this feud for ten years, and even if he would never admit it, it's actually clear just from his voice that he really is tired of it too. Not in the sense of it emotionally draining him the way it probably does Odysseus, but in the sense that it's a bother, a loose end in his life, a book that he finally wants to slam shut.

But he still has a reputation to uphold, and he still cannot close this book until Odysseus is dead, so he keeps up the game. Instead of just killing him, he's taunting him to kill himself. He might associate the idea of just striking him down with a sort of loss, like then he'd have to get his hands dirty. Then he's rambling about killing his people, his family. He's provoking Odysseus on purpose, likely trying to get him to snap back, to hate and fear him the way that Poseidon would think any mortal who has consumed this much of his time should. In his eyes, Odysseus deserves nothing less than to curse him with his last breath as his "darkest moment," the god who became the bane of his life.

And Odysseus replies, of all things, with ... sympathy.

Honestly, I don't blame Poseidon for being speechless for three full seconds. He literally just threatened to gauge Telemachus' eyes out the way Odysseus did with Polyphemus, and this absolute madlad of a man replies with an acknowledgment that he (might have) caused Poseidon pain too.

Now, I don't really think Poseidon was particularly hurt over Polyphemus' loss, or hurting in any way in that moment (if he were, I highly doubt he'd still be playing games, and he would've mentioned his son as opposed to speaking about his reputation.) But just the fact that Odysseus acknowledges that he might be hurting too is probably something Poseidon hasn't heard in ... who knows how long? His family is the Olympians. I don't think I have to say more.

It's actually more of a genuine apology than Odysseus' explanation in Ruthlessness ... (even though that was also a perfectly fine apology by Greek standards, as far as I'm aware.) Now he doesn't say "sorry" because he's still not sorry for hurting Polyphemus, since he still needed to do that in order to escape. But he expresses regret over the pain he caused in a more genuine way than ever.

I am convinced that Poseidon is utterly unfamiliar with sympathy or mercy. He's lived by his "Ruthlessness is mercy" motto for centuries, and he doesn't know anything else. No one would try to teach him something different. The other gods all live by this logic, even if he's the most vocal about it considering he seems to have made it his whole personality. Mortals wouldn't dare to question Poseidon in the first place. And barely anyone would be willing to treat someone with kindness who is in turn treating everyone around them with ruthlessness.

It's very likely that Poseidon hasn't encountered anyone like this until Odysseus. Ruthlessness is simply how he treats people and also how he expects to be treated back. The fact that Odysseus doesn't, the fact that instead of hating, fearing, or cursing him, he acknowledges that they have both hurt each other and that it doesn't lead anywhere to still pursue vengeance, must have triggered Poseidon in an unprecedented way.

To him, this was probably the most outrageous thing Odysseus could have said in that moment. And it throws him off so much that he is genuinely speechless, and then simply replies, "I can't." ... his most genuine-sounding line in the whole musical.

I cannot stress enough how much it threw me off to hear this line; in the best way imaginable, it doesn't sound like Poseidon. It sounds almost vulnerable. Almost human. Because he is genuinely at a loss so much that he forgets to put up his "wrathful god" facade for just one second. Standing ovation to Steven Rodriguez for his whole performance, but especially this part.

And then Odysseus goes all out to say something even more outrageous: "Maybe you could learn to forgive?"

... Which is when Poseidon snaps.

Kind of understandable, honestly. There's this mortal whom he has likely fantasized about seeing pleading, hate-filled, and terrified, cowering before him for ten years now ... telling him that he ought to learn something. Even hijacking his own motif and his instrument in order to turn it on its head, "defile" it if you will.

This f*cking mortal pr*ck took his own "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" catchphrase and turned it into forgiveness ... Of course, Poseidon is no longer hesitating; of course, he is no longer concerned with getting his hands dirty or not. He yells "DIE!" and unleashes his ultimate move (which is really overkill for simply killing a mortal if you think about it) ... But he does it anyway because this time he genuinely means it.

... That, and I am also convinced he jumps to that in order to simply shut Odysseus up, fearing what he might do or think if he lets him go on. Because you cannot tell me that Odysseus didn't actually reach him for just one moment. He was far too thrown off guard, far too vulnerable in that one second. That moment of kindness did something to him, and he hated it. He also probably didn't trust himself to be able to keep listening to Odysseus speak like that. So, he abandons his (still very technically feasible!) blackmail/intimidation and just straight-up kills him.

This simple exchange (my favorite moment in the whole musical, actually) tells us so much about both of these characters that it makes me want to skitter and squeal in excitement.

Here is Odysseus—the very same one whom Poseidon specifically tried to teach ruthlessness—becoming the first person in a long time to offer him sympathy despite how Poseidon himself showed him nothing but ruthlessness. And then one song later, here is Odysseus showing him the consequences of not accepting said sympathy.

Six Hundred Strike and what Odysseus does to Poseidon would've not hit the same, in my opinion, if he hadn't made this offer, if he hadn't given Poseidon this way out, even if no one watching genuinely expected it to work (probably not even Odysseus himself.)

Six Hundred Strike is not Odysseus exacting vengeance If GITW proved anything about Odysseus, it's that he does not want vengeance. He wants all of the hatred and pain to be over, to the point where he is willing to let go of, and I am inclined to say forgive Poseidon for what he's done to him. Six Hundred Strike is simply Odysseus teaching him this lesson that Poseidon couldn't have learned in any other way, because he has proven in GITW that he genuinely does not speak any language besides that of ruthlessness (more on that in this essay!)

It's just the perfect representation of how Odysseus has now finally learned the balance between mercy and ruthlessness, which seems to be the core theme of the musical: Both have their time and place; one simply has to be willing to act in both ways and know when to use either. No one extreme is the solution. I am genuinely exhilarated that Odysseus finally seemed to have figured out that it's been both all along.

[the-not-so-silent-back-up]

Fools ❤️‍🩹

Attention: this Fic is partly based on ture events, so it's very personal for me. you don't like it or if it's just not your thing am totally fine with it but please don't say anything mean. Thank you

Warning: no beta reader, english isn't my first language and consumtion of alcohol (In this Chapter)

Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: You have a crush on Steve while Eddie has a crush on you. And everyone is a bit of a fool because for a long time no one talks about their feelings.

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- Chapter 3 -

- The second Confession -

Summer break was around the corner, to celebrate Steve organised a big Party again. This time you helped him prepare everything you needed for a big house party. You helped him with the drinks and snacks, Robin and Nancy were in charge of the music and Dustin and Eddie carried tables and chairs to the terrace. You actually were surprised that Steve also got Eddie here to help, it seems like they actually are becoming friends. 

When everything was ready, you went home to get dressed for the party. Because Eddie didn't want or care to change his clothes he came along with you. 

Your mood went down somehow, you couldn't explain it yourself, so you just tried to hide it. Eddie was in a full on party mood, he was ready to dance and sing and have a good time. But despite your bad mood you wanted to wear something nice, something that makes you feel good, sometimes that Steve would like too. 

And again that wave of sadness is washing over you. Is everything you do supposed to impress Steve? Is his attention that important to you? It seems like that. And you hated it a bit actually. Your crush on Steve was divided in two parts. The first part is all nice and cute, when Steve comforts you and makes you smile. And the second part where you cry because the affection is not real in the way you wished it was or when Steve was flirty with other girls and you get jealous. How could it feel so good and be so bad? Your mind is running wild as you try on a few outfits. Eddie helped you to choose an outfit. It was a light orange dress that reminded him of a sunset. 

On the way back to Steve's place you decided not to drink tonight. You just had this feeling that it wouldn't be good to handle all your emotions drunk again like last time. And secondly Dustin and the other kids were invited too and someone has to look out for them right? You informed Eddie that you wouldn't drink tonight, but you only told him the second reason. He doesn't think much of it, he is actually kinda happy about it because last time you were so incredibly sad while you were drunk, and he just wants you to be happy especially after he has seen you cry so often lately.

It looked like Steve invited the whole school, the terrace was packed with people and so was the pool and the rest of the garden. Dustin ran up to you and Eddie, and hugged you both real tight “hey, you guys are finally here, I don't know anyone here except Steve of course and he is all busy. And Nancy will drive the others here but Mike just called and told me they will be late because of Nancy. And..." Dustin talked really fast and you stopped him to calm him down.

“Dustin, slow down it's okay now we are here and you don't have to worry. Also I won't drink tonight so if you are feeling uncomfortable you can always come to me okay." That really helped Dustin and he just looked at you with his soft eyes and thanked you. 

“I can show you where the Snacks are, my mom made some Sandwiches and they are delicious.” Dustin grabbed your Hand and pulled you through the crowd into the kitchen. 

The Sandwiches were indeed delicious, and the just the right thing right now, you haven't realised that you were hungry. 

After half an hour, Nancy arrived with the other kids, and Dustin was gone again and you were alone. Eddie was gone too, having a smoke with some guy from his math class. Nancy greeted you along with Robin but they both stormed inside to the music, you had no clue what was going on. And Steve was nowhere to be seen. 

I tried to have fun, you really did, you danced a bit, watched another Ping pong competition but nothing seems to work, your bad mood was winning. Steve finally showed up, with a girl you never have seen. “hey y/n, haven't seen you for a while do you like the party, this is Harper by the way. She moved here two weeks ago. I invited her so he could meet everyone.” Actually that was nice from Steve, but you couldn't stop being jealous of her. You welcomed her to hawkings but deep inside you wished she wasn’t here and Steve would walk around with you. 

And he was also gone, and you started to walk around in the garden and around the house. Everyone seems like they are having a good time except you. Everytime you passed Steve he was talking and worse laughing with Harper. That should be you. He would never like you back as much as you did like him. You will always be that quiet girl that somehow ended up in his friend group. 

You could feel that sadness from earlier wash over you mixed with anger towards Steve but mostly towards yourself. 

Max noticed that you were standing very still and also saw your teary eyes. Carefully she asked you if everything is okay and you lied and told her that everything is okay. “But do you know where Eddie is? I need to talk to him. If you see him please tell him I am by his Van okay? ” You didn't wait for an answer and just walked off. In the distance you could hear Max talking to the other kids, that they need to find Eddie for you. 

You could hear Eddie rushing towards you. His van wasn't locked so you just sat in the back already crying again. 

“Max told me you need me. Is everything okay y/n?” Eddie asked out of breath.

“No, nothing is okay. It's the same shit as usual, and I am sick of it. And you know what, I am not even drunk or anything. I hate it.” you cried because of sadness and anger and you couldn't stop for so long. Eddie was a bit overwhelmed, but he did what he usually does. He held you.

After a while he asked you “what has he done this time?” 

“There is that girl, she just moved here and he did spend the whole night with her.” you explained “But Eddie it's not just that. It's everything you know. This whole situation is so fucked up like my emotions are completely contrrolled by him. And he doesn't have a clue.” 

Eddie waited a moment to answer. With his softest voice he said: “y/n nothing will change without an action. I see that you often feel terrible about your crush, and I promise you that I will always be there for you. This crush is killing you sweetheart, and I am so mad at Steve that again he makes you so sad, but as you said he doesn't know about your feelings.” 

You wipe some tears away “what do you mean with that?” 

Eddie took a deep breath “You always say that you know Steve doesn't like you romantically.” 

“yes” 

“And what I am hearing is also that you wished that your feelings for him were gone.”

“yeah?” 

“I think you need to tell Steve the truth. And either way you can move on from your crush.”

You looked Eddies in the eyes, he was serious. 

And when you fully realised what that meant you started crying all over again. 

“I cannot do that, I am not brave enough” you said between crying “and what if I am ruining our friendship with that?” 

Eddie held you tight “I am not forcing you to do anything. But I just see how miserable this crush makes you feel. And I hate to see you like this. I still will comfort you in ten years, but I doubt that in ten years you still wanna cry about the same guy.” 

You took a deep breath and held Eddie's hands for support 

“And I doubt it that this will ruin your friendship, because he does like you, he likes being around you and you have nice memories together. And if he actually doesn't wanna be friends with you after that he is even more stupid than I thought.” 

You laughed a bit at the last part. 

“Okay, I will tell him. But we need to be alone.” Eddie nodded. 

“Could you bring Steve here and we can talk here in your van?”

"Of course y/n. I will search for him and send him over to you.” Eddie couldn't stop himself and gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered in your ear “you are brave and you are a wonderful and lovely girl”. With that he walked off towards the crowd.

Everything in your body told you to run, but you stayed and waited for Steve.

A few minutes passed and Steve arrived at Eddie's van and called your Name several times, till he found you in the back. 

“Hey y/n, Eddie said you needed me. Is everything good? Do you wanna go home?”

He sat next to you looking worried at you, but you couldn't look back. 

“Steve, there is something I need to tell you.” you said with an already shaky voice “and I hope it won't change our friendship.”

Now Steve looked confused and worried but he understood that the situation is serious so he just waited for your next move. 

You took a deep breath and gathered all your courage but you still couldn't look at him. 

“Steve, I have a crush on you,  for a few years now” as you said the words you immediately began to cry again you hid your face in your hands. You could hear Steve's little “Oh” and as you started crying he put one arm around you and he leaned down to try to look at you. 

“And I know that we will never be more than friends, because I am not your type at all but my heart didn't care I still developed a crush on you.”

Steve has a hard time listening to you through your sobs but he was able to understand you. He didn't know what to say, he just sat there with you sobbing in his arms. After a while he finally said something “Oh y/n, for years?” he also  took a deep breath “I like you. I really do, you are one of my favorite people here but sadly you are right I don't like you in a romantic way.” Finally you looked up, Steve looked sad and sorry, as if he wished he would also have a crush on you. 

“I know, and I really wish that my stupid crush doesn't change our friendship. That's why I haven't told anyone about it for so long, I thought that if you knew about my true feelings, you wouldn't wanna be friends with me anymore.” with that said you started crying again and Steve held you close “Of course we still be friends.” 

That really made you feel a bit better but you were still hurt. “Who else knows about your feelings for me?” Steve asked

“Only Eddie, I told him at your last pool party when I got so drunk. Since then he always comforted me when I was sad about you”

Steve looked guilty “I made you feel sad so often that Eddie had to comfort you. Y/n, I am really sorry about that, if I only knew.” 

You gave him a sad smile “Yeah Eddie was actually kinda mad at you for that, but Steve it isn't your fault, it was the whole point that you didn't know.”

“Can I ask you something?” Steve's voice was soft. You just nodded.

“What did I do that made you so sad?” 

“Sometimes I was jealous of other girls when you didn't pay attention to me. But most of the time it was just the fact that you don't like me as much as I do, and when you encouraged me or made me a compliment it was fully platonic and nothing more and I wished it was more every time.” 

“Yeah, that can bring you down.” he squeezes you a bit “And what made you tell me now?” 

“I don't want to have this crush on you anymore, and even though I always knew you don't like me like that Eddie thought it would help me get over you when I finally hear it from you. So I did the bravest thing I ever did and told you the truth.” 

“Eddie is a good friend you know,” Steve said smiling.

“yeah he is”

“I guess he is right, maybe now you can move on from your crush.” 

“I hope so too, I mean right now I feel terrible. But hopefully I will feel better in a few days or weeks.” 

“I am sure you will y/n and one day a guy will fall head over heels for you and then you don't even remember who that Steve guy was.”

You actually laughed a bit and Steve gave you a genuine smile. 

You sat there with Steve for a while and talked about everything and nothing the whole time he held your hand. The whole situation still hurt but Steve's reaction was nice and truthful and you were glad your friendship means as much to him as it did to you. 

After a while you stood up and said “Steve I am tired I wanna go home and you should go back to your party.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No no go back to your party, I bet everyone misses their host. Maybe I'll ask Eddie.” Steve hugged you as goodbye and went off. Eddie was walking towards you but was stopped by Steve and they also hugged.

As Eddie reached you he didn't say anything he just hugged you for a very long time. 

“What did Steve want from you?” you asked him after a while. “He thanked me that I helped you with your crush and he wanted me to bring you home” 

And that was exactly what Eddie did, he brought you home safe and made sure you don't start crying again.

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

350 fans attended. 10 fans per table. Buffet style. It took a long time for us to all get our food, pick a seat and sit down. 10 minutes later, Jensen and Steve walked in and greeted all of us from the stage.

Jensen started by explaining how they got this panel idea: because he often gets band related questions in panels and he feels bad about it sometimes, because not everyone with him is involved and they couldn't weigh in. (He jokingly lowered his voice)"Jared", and he doesn't want anyone to feel left out. And also, the only person(s) who could answer Radio Company related questions are either him or Steve. So they got the idea of doing a panel specifically for music related questions together and since we are in Texas, BBQ!

How do they collaborate with each other? Jensen said Steve is the more musically talented of the two, he is the one who could read music and communicate with professionals and explain what they need. Jensen just, he considers himself as having sharp ears. He might not know what exactly something was called but he knows when something just sounds right (or wrong), just by listening to it. And Steve is the one who enriches and develops from his hunch, and communicates with other professional musicians to work on them. Because, Jensen admits, he does not have the vocab of all those technical terms.

They did a little demonstration with guitar, Jensen strung a simple tune and gestured to Steve, and Steve was like, "You want me to do it here, now?" but he picked it up and made it into a much more complex melody and Jensen laughed, "now you are just showing off!" Steve mentioned it's like Jensen's "acting stuff" and Jensen fake astonished like, "Acting STUFF?" And Steve was like, How would I know what you do? All I know is you were always off busy doing your...stuff!

City Grown Willow. It's a song Steve wrote as a gift to a couple of his friends 10 years ago. The husband was from Colorado (cowboy) and wife from LA. They had split up now but they were a great couple. And the song was just kind of put on the shelf after it was written. One day Jensen and Steve were trying some music together, and Jensen asked Steve if he has anything that's already baked. Steve said you know most of my stuff already! You were there when I wrote them! Then he suddenly remembered, oh there is this one...and afterwards Jensen was like, can I have it? And that's how it came to be.

How did they first start? They were both from Texas and became friends in the good old days. Early 2000s they were roommates in Vancouver and Steve sometimes recorded at home. When he was recording his first album, Jensen walked in and was like, what is that? I love the song. He casually sang the harmony and Steve was like, I didn't know you could sing? Jensen was humble about it and said something like, Yeah I could carry a tune now and then. But Steve was so impressed he insisted for Jensen to record it properly right there. Well they were at home anyway so, no biggy? And Steve ended up using Jensen's harmony for that song in his first album. And it went from there. They've collaborated together and developed more than 50 songs now.

Austin summer! Hhh Steve is an Austin local. He said every year he gave a birthday concert. It's a small gathering, just for friends. And this year is the 10th anniversary and everyone was like, Steve, could we do it anywhere but Austin for this year? August, too hot! And he was like, well, yeah, all right. And then Jensen called, and his 10th anniversary concert was still held in Austin! Last week. Jensen said, Well, it was meant to be! Also Jensen: I used to live here! Austin is great! But not in June, July, August, and sometimes throw in September too. Never liked Austin summer, and why did creation choose August I have asked this question for a year now.

Fans asked him what he misses most about Texas and he said, I don't? I am still here all the time. I am here now, I was here a few weeks ago and then a few weeks before that. My whole family's still here my mom and dad are in Dallas I often visit them. So I kind of... I didn't catch what he said after that but I got the idea that he thinks of himself more like commuting, instead of permanently moved out.

They mentioned an Easter egg they put in one of their songs, they used the exact same letters for 2 sentences and they were really proud of it and high fives each other all excited afterwards. I think it might be All Our Own but I'm not sure. Maybe someone else remembers?

The new song Home on the Road Jensen was shooting Rust in New Mexico and rented a small house next to the Rio Grande river. It's quiet and out of the way and he walks on riverbank trail on his day off and loved it. When Steve visited and they tried to hum a tune out and once they got it, the first words came out of Jensen for that tune was "home on the road". Just like that little house, his home on the road. Both him and Steve travel so much for work, it resonated. And they wrote the song. They said it's not polished yet but they sang it for us anyway. The tune reminded me of City Grown Willow. I think it'll become my new favorite.

If they were invited to perform in ACL festival will they go? Jensen: No!! Steve: Ugh definitely? Jensen: So here is your answer. Steve will drag me kicking and screaming to there. They laughed so hard and then Jensen said, no any time you have a chance to perform in that capacity, of course you go.

Talked about Kaleo and JJ. J2 and JJ are friends and they get together whenever JJ visits and they'd love to collaborate together if ever get the chance. This is all I could recall!

[bookskeepers]

third time's the charm ♡ chapter five

content warnings: light, awkward, both of them don't really know how to talk to people, reader makes a tiktok reference, abs, bra mentioned, no nsfw, tsukishima might be ooc sorry lol

word count: 1,646

a/n: i am running out of gifs. also sorry if my writing feels british my internal monologue is the same voice as baldur's gate 3's narrator 💔

also sorry this took so long ? it sat in my drafts for a week holy shit

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Tsukishima Kei has three rules he follows when he's hooking up with someone.

1. Keep all communication to Tinder.

2. No dilly dallying.

3. Do not stay the night.

Of course, rule 2 had some exceptions -- occasionally he'd watch a movie to lead up to the act, but no more than that. He views hookups as a business transaction: get the goods and dip. Luckily, both sides (usually) benefit.

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He hadn't intended to stay the night at all after your romp together. He meant to help you back into your underwear, maybe cuddle for a few minutes, and then leave. But with the way your head rests against his chest, and with how comfortable you look, how is he supposed to say no?

Your hair is splayed out around you, strands tickling his skin. He finds himself absentmindedly tracing patterns on your near-bare back with his fingers as he scrolls through his phone with his free hand, willing exhaustion to hit. Your dorm bed, despite being the same as literally every other dorm bed, is somehow comfier than his own. Maybe it's because he's sharing it with you, although he's not sure.

More often than once, he catches himself observing your sleeping form. Your head is on his chest, your torso turned so that your boobs are pressed against his own torso. He can feel the silky material of your bra against him, and he wonders if you're uncomfortable. It looks like the wire's digging into your skin from his vantage point. One leg overlaps his own while the other remains straight on the mattress, and the arm he can see is splayed out on his ribs. He watches as your chest rises and falls slowly, the pattern of your breathing steady in your sleep.

"You fell asleep so quickly," he mumbles out loud, impressed. Part of him thinks you're a little stupid; who would let someone they just met stay the night? And why would you fall asleep so quickly on a stranger?

Another part of him finds it endearing, though. To be instantly trusted by someone in such a vulnerable state... it's not a feeling he's used to.

None of what just happened was what he was used to.

Sex is a fickle thing, he thinks. He has his own experience with it, most of it involving smooth R&B playing in the background, the music intermingling with the sound of skin-on-skin and feminine -- and occasionally masculine -- moans. It's never been without music, and there's never been conversation when the act's actually started.

He enjoyed the conversation, though. Listening to you try to form sentences while he went down on you was erotic in its own way. Maybe it was the teasing nature of it, or the way you'd gasp and fall silent, head thrown back in pleasure, before struggling to gather your thoughts and continue.

He finds that his eyes are drifting shut despite trying to keep them open, that he's playing with something very dangerous. After all, he thinks it wouldn't be too hard to get addicted to this: laying in a twin XL-sized bed that's too small for two people with you using him as a mattress more than you're using the actual mattress. The weight of you on his body is more comfortable than he'd ever admit to anyone, and your mannerisms and personality have already been etched into his brain. You're different.

The thought snaps him out of his reverie and he physically cringes. He doesn't think you're the kind of person who'd enjoy being told, "You're not like other people." In fact, he thinks you'd probably smack him, although he doesn't know you nearly well enough to be confident in this assumption (but he's right. You would smack him, only because you take comfort in knowing there are other people who are as weird as you, if not weirder).

When his eyes open again, sunlight is streaming through the window on the far side of the room. At some point during the night, you must've gotten up to put on a shirt -- his shirt, he realizes with a jolt -- because you're no longer laying against him bare-chested, instead now clad in a loose, black tee. He fumbles around for his phone, discovering it underneath his ass. He taps on the screen a few times, watching as it lights up with a photo of him and his volleyball club from high school. The time reads 10:32am, and you're out like a light. No one ever said sex wasn't tiring, though.

His movements must be disturbing your slumber, because you shift in your sleep. One of your legs ends up fully over him while his free arm ends up trapped between your body and his. You sure know how to make yourself comfortable, he thinks.

Slowly, delicately, he extricates himself from your hold, each move calculated as not to disturb your slumber. After all, he hadn't intended to stay the night -- vague memories of the mild shock on your face after you asked makes him think you hadn't originally intended to ask, either.

He pulls his pants on before remembering that there's a bit of a dilemma. You're wearing the shirt he came with, and he half-heartedly wonders if anyone's out and about on campus on a Saturday mid-morning. It's not that he's embarrassed of how he looks, he would just much rather be able to blend into the crowd with ease. Being shirtless would prevent that, probably.

If he was wearing athletic shorts, on the other hand, he could pretend he was going on a run. Alas, he wore jeans to your dorm. It seems his options were either leave and demand you return his shirt via Tinder, or--

"Where're you going?"

Your sleep-tinged voice cuts through his thought process, and he snaps his head up to look at you. It seems his movements were not calculated enough, since you're now awake. He watches as you blink sleep from your eyes, turning onto your back to stretch your limbs out in all directions with a quiet groan. You sit up in the bed, glancing from him to the shirt you're wearing. "This isn't mine," you say at last.

He lets out a slight chuckle. "No, that's mine. You must've put it on during the night. And I was just heading out, actually."

You let out a gasp, clapping your hands over your heart. "Without even saying goodbye? How cold. How cruel, Tsukishima. I'm heartbroken." Your tone is light, teasing; he can't help but smile in response.

"You were sound asleep. I didn't wanna disturb you." His eyes trail over your body, hidden by a combination of his tee and the blanket that's draped haphazardly over your form.

You raise one eyebrow at him, a devious look in your eyes. "So you were just gonna leave my dorm without a shirt on?"

"Was hoping I could pass as someone going for a morning jog."

"In jeans?"

He falls silent at that, because how could he refute those words? You were just voicing his internal argument, anyways. He lets out a huff and sits on the edge of your bed, taking care to avoid squashing your feet under the blanket. "You have a good point," he finally mutters. He's not sure why he feels embarrassed, but he can feel the tips of his ears heat up as a blush begins to crawl down his features.

"I make those sometimes," you say. He glances at you and catches you looking away from his torso, your cheeks now dusted with the color of shame from being caught in the act. He lets out another chuckle.

"You can look, you know. It's not like I'm actively trying to hide it."

Your response to that is to fish out a pair of sunglasses from your nightside table and put them on before shifting your body to face him. You lean closer to his torso, remarking, "Sunglasses are so great because no one can tell where I'm looking," before straightening up and taking the accessory off. "Sorry. Got struck by divine inspiration for that one."

He just shakes his head, a look of feigned annoyance passing on his features, before he holds his hand out. "Can I have my shirt back now?"

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes. "I guess." With swift movements, his shirt is off your body and in his hand, exposing your bra -- and upper body -- to the elements. Now it's his turn to stare, and he does so without shame.

"You literally saw all of this last night," you state after a brief period of quiet. That snaps Tsukishima out of his reverie, and he puts his shirt on.

"Yeah? You saw all of this--" he gestures to his now-clothed torso, "--last night too."

"Touché."

The silence returns as he stands and shuffles about the room, seemingly aimless in his wandering. This time, it's tinged with an undercurrent of awkwardness, as if neither of you are sure about what to say next. Finally, he relents: "I'm gonna go now."

"Sounds good!" is your automatic reply, and he watches as you immediately facepalm. "Not good as in, you suck get out, good as in, go live your life, I swear."

"Haha, I got it, no worries."

And with that, he's out the door, the image of you shirtless in your own bed seared into his retinas.

Another round wouldn't hurt, right? is all he's thinking about as he walks back to his own dorm, trying to mathematically calculate how much time should pass before he reaches out to you again. Because you, as a person, seem to have him hooked with your charm and your appeal.

Besides, he's already broken one rule with you -- what's the harm in breaking the other two?

[aevellewritessometimes]

TS OCs Part Two

Note: Not only can I not draw, I also do not have the tools necessary to make art anyway! Therefore, I am just going to use a Picrew for my OCs and just type everything else :)

Cal, A Derelict Scoundrel

Playlist: YouTube {} YT Music

Full Backstory: TBA

Physical Description:

Height: 5'1" (154cm)

Scar from a stab wound on their left abdomen

Eye bags

Thin to an almost concerning degree with a sleeper build

Character Bio:

Pronouns: She/Her

Day of Birth: November 8th

Celebrated Birthday: November 8th

Personality: Deceitful Storyteller

Likes: Spicy food, heights, bustling atmospheres, shiny things, dogs

Dislikes: Alcohol, waking up early, being cornered, unwarranted touch

Fatal Flaw: Once she decides to trust someone, she will overlook or try to justify any flaw they have---even if it causes her harm in the long run.

Other: An absolute slut for good gossip

"The heart is a fool, always follow your head."

Narrative Description:

Despite only just arriving in Eridia, Cal managed to make it known to the most observant locals that she wasn't to be trusted at first glance---not with the uncanny way she would seemingly slip on a new mask and spin a new tale for each person she spoke to. The only two consistent traits she kept up with each act was how she always avoided touch, whether it be her touching someone else or the other way around, and she always made sure to try and call attention away from her bandaged hands whenever given the chance.

-=-=-=-=-

For as long as Cal could remember, her life was always guided by the words of a long-dead friend: "When it's your own life you're fighting for, nothing else matters." For as long as Cal could remember, she's been fighting for her own life, and being in Eridia didn't change anything. She would use and betray anyone to get what she needed, and she would not grow to care enough for anyone to start being merciful. Mercy was a luxury she could no longer afford. Besides, it's not like there was anyone who would care for her while she was cursed, so why not treat others the way they'd eventually treat her, anyway?

Reasons for Attraction:

(Why are they attracted to each LI?)

Kuras: A sense of indebtance. As far as she's concerned, nobody does anything for free; and so, she doesn't trust that Kuras would just help her out of the kindness of his heart. And since she can't just pay him, it looks like she'll just have to offer help whenever she can spare the time in order to try and pay off some of her supposed debt and figure out what it is he really wants.

Leander: Familiarity. Leander's charming and heroic act is something she's already fallen for once. She thinks that thanks to her prior experience with his type, she'd be able to gain an advantage when dealing with him. Though, she'd have to be careful about how she's apparently able to actually touch him…

Vere: A lack of options. Kuras hadn't yet done anything to indicate that he could cure a curse, and Cal didn't want to chance an even larger debt if he was. She didn't trust Leander, and because he's so similar to someone she once knew, she doubted she ever would. Cal doesn't know if Ais has anything other than the Seaspring to offer, and that's an option she had already crossed off the very night she met him. Mhin is at a dead end, and they seem to prefer working alone anyway. And although Vere practically outright stated that he couldn't be trusted, he was her last viable option. As long as she kept her guard up, she'd be fine.

Ais: Curiosity. Ais was an enigma to her; he scared the shit out of her, but apologized and offered to buy her a drink after. He's a flirt, but not to an obnoxious degree. She picked a fight with a guy who was being an ass to her, but she couldn't quite figure out if it was some weird notion of chivalry or if he just wanted to fight someone. And when he almost killed the guy, his main worry seemed to be what kind of impression he was leaving on her. Ais was almost exactly like the hardened criminals she left behind in her hometown, yet almost the exact opposite at the same time. Even if he couldn't help her, she just couldn't help but be intrigued.

Mhin: Rationality. From what she's able to see, both of them are aiming for the same target. Mhin, however, appears to be at a dead end. She could tell that, although they were stealthy, they weren't a thief. Cal, on the other hand, was. She figured that she'd be able to use her skills where Mhin's were lacking; managing a way in for both of them to get what they needed. All she had to do was convince them of her skills, then they'd figure out the rest from there.

Stats:

Strength: 2

Luck: 2

Wisdom: 3

Healthy Coping Mechanisms: 1

Honesty: 1

Lore:

Few remember the days of Kelna's prime. The city which was once cheery and bustling; famous for housing some of the most renowned artists of all time, now little more than a particularly large, spaced-out village with a crumbling wall. The only people left remaining were the few raised by the pride of their elder's stories of the glory days, and the many who simply did not have the means to go elsewhere.

The worst part of the city was what the locals called Uptown; a place once known for being where all the rich folks lived in their extravagant mansions, now little more than a dilapidated dump where the city's wall looked more like a poorly constructed fence. Among the shadows of ramshackle manors and fading whispers of past wealth lived a gang of thieves; locally infamous both in Uptown and the more fortunate sections of the city.

Throughout the years, this gang seemed to change their allegiances at the tip of a hat; going from refusing to bring unnecessary harm to their own to stringing a child up on a lamp post for the Soulless, simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now, seemingly overnight, they've become acquainted with enough money to make even the wealthiest residents look middle-class at most. Fortunately for everyone, it appears that they've all grown bored of what little Kelna has left to offer. Now, they've left in search of bigger prospects and more interesting challenges.

Flower:

Death

Black Rose

Renewal

Anger

Some old fables tell a tale of two lovers grew a garden of blossoming red roses together, leading to the red blossoms becoming the renowned symbols of love they were today. However, most people forget to tell the ending of the tale; the story of how the passion between the pair shifted from love to hatred, turning the lovely red blossoms black.

Name:

Meaning: Dog, war-strife, beautiful

Full Birth Name: Calypso Graham

Meanings: Calypso: She who hides. Graham: Grey home.

Other/Past Name(s): Silver (code name), various aliases.

Meaning(s): Earned her code name because 9/10 items she stole were made at least partially of silver.

Other: She does not know that Cal isn't her full name. She does know what her last name is, though. Even if she hasn't made use of it in years.

Miscellaneous:

Voice: Something similar to Aime Atkinson, who played Katherine Howard in the studio recording of Six: The Musical. The main difference is that she has a bit more of a Brumie accent.

Culture/Language(s): Speaks the TS universe version of English. Her hometown is roughly inspired by Bowerstone from Fable II; the specific part she grew up in was similar to Old Town.

Age: 29

Talents: Parkour. She is aware of her ability, though she vastly underestimates it.

Extra: Knows how to do the cherry stem trick. Hates talking to Kuras because of how she needs to crane her head up. Always seems to be one more bad day away from forming a nicotine addiction. Accidentally snuck up on Mhin and almost got stabbed. Would've been taller if she had more access to food growing up. Suffers from Vere's jokes about how short she is, but takes them better than Mhin does. Not a virgin; versatile switch. Mostly hangs around Ais just to hang out with Princess. Has briefly dabbled in sex work and hated it. Lightweight. Extremely suspicious of Leander.

[enigmaticstareyesee]

So.

I've been in this Warhammer 40k shit for less than a year and to be real, I'm really enjoying it.

Now, of course one of my fave characters is Fulgrim, you can (and maybe will) sue me. However, I am a deep sucker for character rising from the bottom, trying to (but essentially breaking themselves to) fit in, falling from heights because of their own hubris/insecurities and becoming something that they never foreseen for themselves. (And of course, hopefully, overcoming these personal obstacles and blooming into the person that they wanted to be.)

I haven't read the Fabius books yet but of course, I know about clone Fulgrim and (shockingly) I adore the idea of Clongrim and I see the MASSIVE amount of potential. However, The potential I see does not necessary align with what some of the more main fandom sees for Clonegrim.

I don't really want him coming back to the Imperium to just beg for forgiveness and worshipping his brother's feet and then becoming a lap dog for G-man.

I feel as though this would be a disservice to pre heresy Fulgrim, his character and the suffering He has inflicted on himself, his legion and the innocents of the Imperium.

If he was to come back, what I would really like to be shown is how productive and diplomatic (and dare I say how compassionate) Fulgrim is. I don't want him to grovel at anyone's feet because that doesn't achieve what Fulgrim (and the other Primacrhs) can achieve. ( Also not to be rude or to come off inductive, but the main's obsession with rooting for Clonegrim to beg on his kneels for forgive is a little strange)

Yes, I want him to apologise to his brothers, but I want him to work on those relationships through diplomacy and understanding. For chist sake, demon him beheaded G-man and that would put so much tension between those 2 which would challenge both of them, as they both are consummate professionals.( like the Lion came back in SoTF and can use his words, surely Fulgrim can) (he impressed his father, The Emperor, with the power of his words and their understanding)

Yes I want him to be held accountable for his legion but I want that to be shown through his cleverness and fighting ability. His repentment for how he had handled them before the fall and, low-key, after should a large part of redeeming himself for himself and for his legion. Like, The best way I can describe how he handled his legion was very much a parent who's constantly having to look after the youngest sickly child, while allowing all of his older children to have way too much freedom. (Only thing was all his kids were sick cus he was trying to find a cure)

Yes, I want him to see the state of humankind once he had sided the chaos, but I want him to be shown as productive within the current wars of the imperium.

(I just wanna make it clear to some people, I know that 40k is not a happy place with happy people, I currently know that the imperium is essentially a rotting corpse and that resources are stretched thin. I don't want Fulgrim to become a Knight in shining armour (fuck no, it would kill him) however I want him to helpful and use his Initiative, whether that is helping G-man on terra or helping other planets, hunting his demon brothers down or fucking doing something about the rich and pompous. that are infecting the Imperium.)

And yes, I want him to confront his obsession and need for perfectionism. I want him to confront his need to conform to a standard that he placed on himself and his legion (not fully, necessarily) but I want that to be shown through his determination and will power because those are the attributes that help him transform chemos and his little (200 or so) legion into spectacular things.

BUT

In anyway or shape or form do I want that to change the make-up wearing, long haired, purple and gold colour schemed, miner's son and factor working turned interstellar diplomatic, one of the best dualist, lover of arts, music and culture, sculpter himself and low-key blacksmith and charismatic Primach ?

No.

I want all of that to still play into Fulgrim being him, I just want him to be the comfortable in his own skin

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk, I'm literally making this post because I have been thinking about this character and his legion for 5 months and I've wanted to speak to people about him but I'm so awkward.

(Sorry for spelling and grammer mistakes)

[helluva-simper]

Please do romantic hcs for Solar, I am starving for a CRUMB

Ehem, lemme put my reading glasses on. You better be glad I love y'all because I'm not the greatest at writing hcs. I've skipped a few episodes watching the show so uh this may be a bit inaccurate.

Solar is absolutely the type of person to be like “go to bed” while proceeding to work himself to death.Whenever comforting you sometimes he'll say something like “Don't worry. I won't leave you again.” Or “I promise I won't go and die again.” If it's to be a bit light-hearted.

Whatever you're mad at him, Solar will call you dramatic while continuing to make you small, little trinkets to make you feel better.

If Solar is having a panic attack, you'll have to thoroughly look for this man since he doesn't want anyone thinking he's weak, especially you.

Whenever he wants attention he'll play WII music to you respond with the correct answer which is “You can cuddle” (Took you weeks to figure out)

Watches dress to impress gameplays

If he ever snaps at you, it's probably because he's stressed and he'll do anything to make up for it

Whoever he can't figure something out he'll bang his fist against his fist or keyboard which causes dents in his face.

Somniphobia (the fear of sleep) because of his constant nightmares of like his Sun slowly dying while he can't move or Sun trying to kill him because it was “his fault”

If his panic attacks get bad enough, he'll forget to breathe or blink. A select few people (including you) are the only one who can help it.

Overprotective, overprotective, overprotective. Blink at you wrong, dismantled. Said an insult to you, dismantled. Test this bitch

[fairytalesandfandoms]

Jeff Goldblum and the Mildred Snitzer Orchestra, London Palladium, Thursday 24th April 2025

I can't say 'as requested by no one' any more, since @papasbaseball did actually request it! But as usual, this is not a serious review, this is just my reactions and thoughts, going into as much detail as I can remember.

When I got there, it was oddly calming to see all the other people there, because that means there are people who are at least as... normal about Jeff Goldblum as I am. (The joke is: not very).

I did see a few people wearing Jurassic Park merch (and/or black leather jackets) and at least three green blazers (one of them was me). My rule of not taking photos of random strangers was sorely tested when I saw someone in front of me with a tattoo on their leg of Jeff Goldblum holding a cat. But I didn't.

After they let us in the building it was a while before we could go to our seats, so we were all just hanging around the bar. I got some water and managed to claim an empty spot by the wall. However, this put me right opposite some big stand-up posters advertising Jeff Goldblum's new album. I would've got out my paper fan if I hadn't left it at home. Needless to say, I was glad when they finally opened the doors.

Here was my view when I sat down:

Now, if you're going to a Jeff Goldblum gig, I would recommend getting to your seat in plenty of time, because he just... showed up on stage around 20 minutes early to talk to the audience about random stuff. Topics included, but were not limited to: the best way to brush one's teeth; the merits of boxed water over bottled water (less plastic); Alan Bennett; and others which I will go into in more depth. The man loves to chat and he loves to go on tangents, in case that wasn't obvious from any interview he's ever done ever.

Seriously, who starts a concert with talking about teeth? Jeff Fucking Goldblum, that's who.

This picture is blurry because I was trying to be quick so I didn't miss anything, but here is the man himself:

He'd brought a P.G. Wodehouse book with him (he said it was from Emilie's bedside table) and he picked a couple of passages at random to read. He said he likes Wodehouse, so good taste in that regard.

He got us to do what he called the Movie Game. Basically, you start with a movie, and have to think of an actor who was in it, and then another movie they were in, and then a second actor who was in movie 2, and so on etc. We would shout out all of these and he would pick one to do next.

I had heard from previous accounts of his shows that he asks if anyone knows any national anthems from around the world. It was no different this time (but British and American were excluded). It wasn't very successful, but remember this as it will come back later.

One person went up to the edge of the stage to get a picture with him as it was her birthday. He of course then got us to sing happy birthday to her and everyone else whose birthday it was (quite a few people, as it turned out).

Another woman gave him a picture to sign and said she wanted to sing something to him. Now I was like 'uh-oh, this could go several ways and not all of them are good'. However, she started singing Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye (which, obviously, is on his new album) and her voice was amazing. Jeff was impressed as well. I was relieved.

OK, I think it's time for me to actually get to the music now.

All of the band were really good, as were the singers, Emma Smith and Dodie. I had been vaguely aware of Dodie's existence but hadn't heard any of her stuff.

I am pretty much a jazz newbie, but they sounded great to me. I especially liked when each of the musicians got their own little solo bits to do (there's probably a technical term for this but I have no idea).

I cannot remember all the songs they did or the order they were in. So I looked it up on setlist.fm (setlist.fm my beloved) and it looks pretty accurate to me.

I definitely liked the amplification his voice got from the microphone.

At one point he was like 'I've got a surprise for you, I'm getting choked up just thinking about it' and I was like 'oh no, what could it be?' AND IT WAS HIS KIDS???

First River came on to do the James Bond theme on piano (and read a poem he'd written about his dad, to which all of us went 'awww'). And then Charlie appeared and he said he was going to do Flight of the Bumblebee. And the audience (me included) audibly GASPED, because that one is incredibly fast. But he did it! Both of them were incredible, in fact.

TIM. I can't forget Tim! Tim was a stage crew guy who had the job of changing the microphone stand for the singers, which happened quite a few times. And every time he came on stage, Jeff went up to him with the mic and would say something or ask him something. The first time he appeared, Jeff ended up finding out his family was Lithuanian and asked if he knew the Lithuanian national anthem, which he did not. (See, I told you to remember the national anthem thing.) At first I was like 'oh no did this guy realise what he let himself in for' but by the end after he'd gone on and off stage a few times the crowd was cheering whenever he appeared and he seemed to be leaning in to it.

Jeff asked us to come up with lyrics for The Kicker, and listed some words that rhymed with kicker. Unfortunately, by the end exactly no one had done this, or if they had they were keeping it to themselves.

(...were we a bad crowd? I hope not)

as expected, I loved Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye. I was worried I was going to cry at it but thankfully I did not.

at the very end the band did a little bit of 'in Jurassic Park'

Jeff looked like he was going to throw his hat into the crowd but thought better of it.

the show finished far later than it was supposed to, but I wouldn't have cut it off for the world.

Bonus: when I finally got to sleep after I got back to the hostel, my subconscious was like 'no, we are not done here, we are continuing the event'. So I ended up having a dream where me and a group of other concert attendees (including my coworker who did NOT go irl) somehow ended up hanging out with Jeff Goldblum somewhere behind Oxford Street for the whole night. It was just chatting mostly, but I think we might have read some lines from a play at some point? And then when it got to early in the morning he was like 'oh, I should really get going' and cycled off back to where he was staying, and the rest of us went our separate ways.

Overall verdict: ten out of a possible ten Goldblums. (I've been waiting for ages to use that.)

[alexjcrowley]

Braddavid/Cookiecash headcanons (I did not invent cookiecash, I took it froma a Tumblr user who took it from a fic on ao3)

-Brad's love languages are acts of service, quality time and gift giving: any kind of gesture that he can later justify saying he did it for his own benefit or amusement. Acts of service? Oh, no, I manipulated you by doing a good thing for you and now you owe me (never going to ask that favour back). Quality time? I enjoy watching you being pathetic, it amuses me. Gift giving? A bit trickier, but "there was a discount at Starbucks if I ordered two drinks/I found this at the flea market/a book, so maybe you'll spend your time reading instead of annoying me/you cannot show up to a meeting with Montreal with that tie, consider this a necessary purchase for the company".

-David's love languages are all of them, but trying a bit too hard. The kind of things that would make anyone go "that's pathetic", except, if you loose the fake coolness for a moment, they're actually very sweet. Lots of compliments. Gifts with a 50/50 rate of success (the successful ones are usually Ducktales themed). Afternoon spent renting a small paddleboat in the park lake (David falls into the water). PDA but someone burst in the office and suddenly it's a very embarassing situation. Cooking dinner but he ends up burning it and they have to resort to take out. David's love language is trying and Brad should find this utterly pathetic and weak, and instead he finds the effort all the more endearing, especially because David never gives up. What has this man done to him.

-Basically every morning, before they start living together, David woke up early to get Brad a mochaccino. Every. Single. Day. Brad had to tell him to stop (because of his ED, he feared gaining weight). David still made a point of bringing Brad coffee every morning. Brad justified to himself accepting David's kindness as taking advantage of a fool. He had the upper hand because David was gifting him coffee, surely no ripercussions, especially emotional ones, would come out that situation. Brad was winning and he had everything under control.

-David is surprisingly self-reliant. Here went Brad thinking he'd have to beat his partner with a stick to let him have some alone time, but David is way less clingy than one could imagine. He has a lot of hobbies (many stereotypical suburban dad hobbies, but still): cycling, barbecue, music (he is still trying to learn to play the guitar), meditation ("It really helps, Brad, you should try it!"), cooking (with...various results), Turkish soap operas ("My wife" "Ex-wife" "used to watch them, so to bring a spark to the relationship I started watching them with her, you know, to spend more time together, and now we're divorced but I am still hooked") and more. If you leave him alone, David will find something to do. David says it has to do with his childhood, only child and all that, he's used to lonely afternoons, he learned how to fill them. The rapidity he takes up hobbies with is frankly impressive. Brad hates to admit it, but sometimes he finds himself to envy how many pasttimes David gets up to. It's incredible for such a lively person full of interests to pass so often as a boring one. Brad will (secretly gladly) hear about David talking about his million hobbies.

-David learns Brad's birthday and never forgets it. He makes a big deal out of it the forst time, organising a surprise birthday party, just like he did when Zack told him it was Brad's birthday. Brad is not at all pleased by the situation, until he remembers birthday parties mean gifts, to him. That's the only reason he's willing to forgive David for making all that fuss.

-It becomes second nature for Brad to buy David's favourite cookies everytime he sees them. At some point they have 5 unopened boxes in the kitchen. Brad is appalled by his own stupidity while David beams with love.

-David speaks a decent (canadian) french, Brad speak a France french and costantly makes fun of David's accent. But they use their knowledge of french to talk shit about people in MQ without them understanding, especially Poppy and Ian.

-They almost stop speaking to eachothers, even before they get together, due to Brad's ED, because it's not something Brad wants to confront, but David can't repress his worry. Brad starts making small steps and David makes sure to be a comforting presence along the way, without being a smothering one. He makes sure Brad eats something everyday, often by having lunch/dinner with him.

-David is a child when it comes to alchohol. Literal child. He pretends to enjoy whisky, because that's what men his age do, but he doesn't. He is a simple red wine/white wine/beer man (that's the only distinction he does, he wouldn't know a pinot grigio from a cabernet), and he doesn't even handle it that well. Brad is an absolute snob when it comes to liquors and his knowledge in alchohol ties directly with the social value it brings in a conversation with rich people. David is an affectionate drunk, which Brad hates in public because how is he supposed to keep his cool when David hugs him and declares his love for him in front of anybody who cares to listen?

-The day David started asking people's opinion on shaving his moustache was the day Brad had to reluctantly and embarrassingly admit he liked David's moustache too much to risk see it gone. David kept the moustache and never let Brad live that down. The endless teasing made Brad reconsider the tragedy of a clean-shaven David, but it was already too late.

-David's obnoxious with petnames, really, Brad can't understand the unironical appeal in being called "baby", "honey", "dear". Well, actually dear is not the worst. The worst was Brad-bear, and, as a matter of a fact, it had never been repeated after it fatally escaped David's mouth and Brad looked at him like he was trying to kill him with mind-powers. It really is a testament to how sloppy Brad has become since he's with David, because it takes him a while to understand that David is trying to be smart, to be subtle, and failing miserably. He is attempting some sort of influence. So one day, after taking the mochaccino David bought for him, Brad goes "Thank you, darling" and David can't help but smile, blabbering something like "I-It's nothing, really". It's the little things, Brad thinks drinking his mochaccino.

-Brad starts using polish petnames for David. Even when David has no idea what they mean, he is incredibly happy to hear them. Only half of them are sort of insults.

-David has secretly started to learn polish, even though it doesn't come so easy to him. He practices it in secret in Sue's office.

-Brad has gifted David a wolf plushie. David loves it.

-David has made Brad several Spotify playlist which Brad refuses to listen to (or so he told David).

-Despite great insistence, David did not manage to get Brad to do a couple costume with him on Halloween. David still showed up with half of the couple costume. Brad tried to convince other people he wasn't David's date, to spare himself the embarrassment. And it was also working with people who didn't know him and David directly if he didn't have a ring on his finger and the words "my husband, David" didn't roll on his tongue so naturally.

-David refuses to admit he found Brad very hot in Everlight when he was fighting with the sword because he is aware, the moment that slips out, Brad will find a way to use a sword again, possibly in public, explicitly to tease him. And David is a man who knows his limits, and knows he couldn't handle it.

-David is somewhat unaware of how much Brad has softened with him, because Brad is still very sharp and sarcastic around him. David doesn't think Brad is cold towards him, but still, he thinks, 80% of the time and always in public, Brad is still pretty much Brad, he just insults him a little less. From an external point of view, anyobody who has ever met Brad can tell he is another person when it comes to David, 200% kinder than usual. When Brad "insults" David is more of a playful jab about his fashion sense or being a pushover, when Brad insults anyone else is a call from Carol in HR for Brad and, for the unlucky soul, new material for the next 5 session with their therapist.

-Contrary to popular belief (at least about Brad), David and Brad are not a very "glamorous" couple. When they first got together, people at MQ thought that David was the boring one and Brad was going to bring excitement and dare into his life. There were a lot of jokes on David not being able to keep up with Brad's lifestyle. Truth is, apart from work related events, Brad doesn't like to go out and mingle too much, unless he has a specific purpose. Outside MQ, they are the most ordinary boring middle-aged queer couple you could ever meet. At least that's the image they project in David's neighbourhood (which is not a cool, fashion neighbourhood like the one in which Brad lives). The neighbours see them at the rare neighbourhood events they attend, and David is your classic "let me work the barbecue, I have expert knowledge in grilling" suburban-dad-looking guy, while Brad only speaks about stocks and cryptocurrency.

-Brad is master at chess (he used to play professionally when he was very young) and every game of cards (he counts them), David sucks at both. Brad refuses to teach him because he likes to win (and he doesn't want to lose charming points revealing his tricks).

-Brad doesn't see the similarities between he and Huey's voice actor in the new Ducktales. He is offended when David says even he could hardly tell them apart.

-Brad tried to imitate Scrooge McDuck's voice, but he sucked at the impression. He can do a generic Scottish accent, though.

-They tried to use David and Brad in a spot about MQ being an inclusive workplace and Brad threatened to make 0 the price for any weapons again.

-Brad doesn't believe in PDA but he does believe in being the last ones to leave the office after a bit of fun in their shared room.

-People costantly assume Brad is way younger than he actually is and sometimes they give David weird looks because of it or they make illed jokes about it. David is mortified, but Brad loves it, "It's not my fault I age better than you".

-One day David asked Brad to see his number one. "What do you mean?" "You know, like Scrooge McDuck? You're such a big fan, I thought you had a number one of your o-" "Don't be ridiculous, David, I am a forty-two-year old man, do you actually think I keep an old coin in a velvet box in the name of citationism?" He does. He does, but he doesn't show it to David until he proposes. Because he proposed with the coin. He slid the velvety box on a table saying that it was his most priced possession and the fact that he was showing David meant David was the person he trusted the most in the entire world. Then Brad proceded to tell him that for him that was the greatest love gesture he could think about (after all, everyone knows that stealing Scrooge McDuck's number one would have brought to his end, Brad is metaphorically trusting David with his life)."I think...I don't say this lightly, and I will say it only once, but I think...you are to me the only person as important as my number one. This is serious, very serious for me, you understand?" David did, and was speechless. He felt almost embarrassed about the ring he bought, but Brad loved it nonethless.

-One could say that the moment he started dating Brad, David stopped with the freudian slip of calling "his wife" his ex-wife, but the truth is, since he started dating Brad, he just stopped mentioning his ex-wife that much.

-David's ex wife and Brad met. Brad's takeaway from that encounter, after David asked him what he thought of it, was "Good. I am better than her, so I have nothing to worry about".

-For the longest time, they don't meet eachothers parents. They justify it saying they're not teenagers anymore, they don't need the family approval, but people at MQ start to point out it's weird they have been together for such a long time and they haven't met eachothers' family. The thing is both David and Brad have a terrible relationship with their families. David's parents wouldn't even care and Brad's parents would only be disappointed by his choice in a partner (whatever partner really: they would either be a looser or much better than Brad and that's why they will eventually leave him). They talk about it, way before they actually end up meeting eachothers' family (in both cases, unwillingly). "At least your brother likes me, I think. He seemed nice with me. Or because you don't like your brother it's actually a bad thi-" "My brother hates you, David. He thinks you're weak and pathetic." "...there goes my hope-" "It makes me like you more." "Oh. So, I guess, every thorn has its rose." "That's not a saying, David."

-The way they meet David's parents is objectively funny, if you aren't the people directly involved. David's parents are arguing again, something about a beach house his mother obtained with David rights on Christmas (yes, the agreement wasn't "I take the beach house, you can have Christmas with David" but "since I get Christmas with David, I am entitled to the beach house, as compensation". Carol reminded David one more time she wasn't his therapist, but even she admitted that was pretty shitty). Because David doesn't spend Christmas with his parents anymore, the beach house is open for dibs, again. Mr Brittlesbee and ex-Mrs. Brittlesbee rang David's door at 8 in the morning on Saturday, just to find a black haired guy in a Ducktale t-shirt opening the door. They apologised for coming to the wrong house (and bickered accusing one another not to know where their son lived).

"David" shouted Brad.

"Mhyeah?" answered David, still in bed.

"How do your parents look like?"

"Why- why are you asking me that?" replied David, suddenly way more awake.

"I think I just met them, but now they're ringing at every door in the neighbourhood."

It was a morning not easily forgettable. The Senior Brittlesbees took a while to grasp the concept of bisexuality, while Brad had understably given up making a good impression, but still managed not to escalate the situation by being silent and bringing the Brittlesbees cups of fresh-made coffee. He was called Ted several times, despite numerous corrections both on his and David's part. The ex-Mrs Brittlesbee made a point of saying (to David alone, at least) she preferred Lindsay.

"And I prefer Brad. And since it is my life-"

"I know what is going through a divorce, David, look, your father is still sucking the light out of me! I too tried something different to shake things up, I moved to Florida for a year and it was a disaster! Don't let divorce ruin the rest of your life, Ted seems like a decent man, so it'd be better to call it quit before you make another mistake-"

"Okay, goodbye, Mom."

-Metting with Brad's parents didn't really go any better. To be fair, the meeting was set as a surprise by Zack in order to humiliate Brad, just for the fun of it. He had already understood there was something going on between Brad and David, but when he heard they were officially a couple he didn't waste time to use the information to his advantage. It didn't go well, but at least Brad and David could officially say that was out of the way. Brad's parents lamented Brad choosing someone almost "softer" than he already was. Brad felt prouder than ever for his choice.

-Brad and David fought over Jo being the best woman at their wedding. And they didn't only fight between themselves, they tried to bring Jo on their respective side with any means. When it comes to persuasion though, it's Brad's favourite field and he ended up taking Jo. They were on the verge to call out wedding because David couldn't find a best man or woman (Ian tried to propose himself for the role, but David politely ignored him for 2 months making up excuses). In the end, Sue was David's best woman.

-David cried at their wedding. In several points of the wedding. Some people asked if he was being forced to marry. He was just very happy and emotional.

[mitskissecondborndaughter]

new intro post ! except its mostly the same as before but … yeah

!!!!!!! please give the “before you follow” + DNI section a quick read!! thank you!!

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⟢ my name is Emi ! (Em, Emilita)

⟢ my older blog was @/mitskisfirstborndaughter but it was deactivated :(

⟢ my music spam side blog is @emilitasmusicdumpster !!

⟢ my poetry sideblog is @emspoemvault (it’s a bit personal and it ultimately is just ass that’s why i don’t talk about it much)

⟢ i’m 18 ! (26/01)

⟢ I don’t care much about gender; I’m a girl but you can really just address me or perceive me however u want, idgaf

⟢ I use she/he/they pronouns to refer to myself, but once again, you can refer to me however u want, i don’t care !!

⟢ first year psychology student !

⟢ I’m argentinian! I’ll make sure that everyone knows I am because I am really annoying abt it

⟢ I speak spanish (native) and english (second language)

⟢ I don’t mind tags / asks / anything of the sort !! I’m a bit awkward but I like interacting w people! (as for DMs, I’d rather only get DMs from mutuals / ppl i follow, but I don’t mind them either way!)

⟢ this time around I’ll try to tag my posts to keep my blog a bit more organized.

↳ text posts are tagged as #demented rambling (until I come up w something better😭)

↳ my art is tagged as (you wont guess it)… #my art!! like I did on my previous blog!!! groundbreaking..

↳ posts about music are tagged as #em being totally normal about music (im so fucking creative)

↳ the #self indulgent posting tag is … pretty self-explanatory…

↳ #Live posting my guillotine execution is for me complaining about college❤️ and other things too, but mostly college

⟢ I don’t think I really post anything that warrants an age restriction, but I’d prefer keeping the blog 15+ for my own comfort ^_^ (current mutuals / mutuals from my old acc are ok though!!!)

⟢ i am cringe. and i am loud about it. sorry in advance

⟢ i might mix fandom stuff or just random text posts. While I mostly do post about MCR i will post about other things as well!

⟢ I mostly will post in english but I might OCASIONALLY post in spanish too (if u ever want a translation of a post I made feel free to ask!)

⟢ I suffer from a few mental health issues I won’t disclose; I don’t feel comfortable discussing them online publicly (though if ur nosy just look at my poetry account everythings pretty much laid out in there LMAO) and I’ll likely never post vents here, so rather take this as a request to please be patient, as my social skills might be a little flawed, thank you!!! ^_^

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ DNI / DNF .ᐟ .ᐟ

I think it’s insane I have to clarify this but there are assholes out there so. LGBTQPHOBIC IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM, RACISTS, ABLEISTS, N*ZIS, MISOGYNISTS, REPUBLICANS, TERFS, PROSHIPPERS (especially waycest shippers. if i catch any of yall here its on sight), TRUMP SUPPORTERS, ELON MUSK SUPPORTERS, MILEI SUPPORTERS (i swear to god), AI USERS, CONSERVATIVES, MAPS, ZIONISTS/ISRAEL SUPPORTERS, kids under 13, pro ana/sh/nsfw accounts (please please don’t make me see that. ty)

↳(and as an artist myself if i catch anyone disrespecting artists or their work whether it is by reposting without credits, posting AI art or anything like that, i can and WILL shame you)

(I don’t know if I missed anything but honestly i know these don’t do anything, so either way i just kinda.. block ppl)

⟢ SHOWS/MOVIES I LIKE: nana, gokinjo monogatari, sex and the city, howl’s moving castle (and honestly all ghibli movies), arcane, death note, kamisama kiss, ouran high school host club, lovely complex, madoka magica, kaiba (2008), fruits basket, hellsing ultimate

⟢ VIDEOGAMES I LIKE: silent hill (1, 2, 3, 4), yume nikki, resident evil (4, 5, 6), sally face, fran bow, alice madness returns (MY BELOVED😭<3), roblox (i literally only play dress to impress. im not a real gamer im a dress up warrior idgaf)

⟢ OTHER INTERESTS!!: drawing, painting, graphic design/collages, writing poetry, junji ito’s work, i love LOVE LOVEEE FASHION SO MUCH, i like art in general a lot!!, psychology, collecting trinkets (dont think they count as trinkets, but i also love littlest pet shops!!!), music (this one gets a whole entire separate section)

⟢ FAVORITE ARTISTS: mitski (who wouldve guessed…), my chemical romance, pierce the veil, paramore, panic! at the disco (pre-split), hole, jack off jill, pinkpantheress, solya, rob zombie, chappell roan, korn, miranda!, dazey and the scouts, allie x

⟢ OTHER ARTISTS I LIKE: sleeping with sirens, siouxsie and the banshees, the cure, soda stereo, gustavo cerati, red velvet, POiSON GiRL FRiEND, bikini kill, juana rozas, limp bizkit, le tigre, babes in toyland, ca7riel & paco amoroso, linkin park, head automatica, björk, lea jaffe, lady gaga, enon, yves, ARTMS, akira yamaoka, jun togawa, kalafina, nastyona, nenagenix, MUGRE, the dresden dolls, jazmin bean

⟢ SEEN LIVE [ddmmyy]: mitski (2022), miranda! (2023, 2024), pierce the veil (2024), hozier (2024), limp bizkit (2024), seeing linkin park 31/10/25, seeing ptv 12/12/25, seeing mcr 01/02/26 !!!!!

⟢ FAVORITE ALBUMS (not in order):

three cheers for sweet revenge (MCR) (my beloved forever) ❀ lush (mitski) (also my beloved forever) ❀ a fever you can’t sweat out (P!ATD) ❀ Por cesárea (Dillom) ❀ pretty. odd. (P!ATD) ❀ live through this (hole) ❀ selfish machines (PTV) ❀ clear hearts grey flowers (JOJ) ❀ the fame monster (lady gaga) ❀ hellbilly deluxe (rob zombie) ❀ fancy that (pinkpantheress) ❀ jewel box EP (solya) ❀ pretty on the inside (hole) ❀ girl with no face (allie x) ❀ a flair for the dramatic (PTV) ❀ collide with the sky (PTV) ❀ this is why (paramore) ❀ i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love (MCR) ❀ TANYA (juana rozas) ❀ bocanada (gustavo cerati) ❀ misadventures (PTV) ❀ lo más cercano a caer (nenagenix) ❀ fontanelle (babes in toyland) ❀ pussy whipped (bikini kill) ❀

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❀ spotistats / stats.fm

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[silly-minnow]

The Potters House (ch2) (3976 words) by silliest_minnow

JAMES POV

It was becoming late. Sirius and I sat on the floor next to the couch, watching Regulus, waiting for something to happen. We stared at his body moving up and down with each breath. His eyelids rested softly. Although I had seen him sleeping a few times before when we hung out, but it was always impressive how much calmer he looked while sleeping.

As if reading my mind, Sirius spoke. "He looks so calm." I nodded. "I wish he looked like this more, or at least less upset."

"That might be nice," I said. I didn't mean it, though. Even when he was mean he was pretty.

We sat in silence a bit longer. It wasn't really awkward, just quiet. It was quiet enough to hear Moms soft steps coming up to us. I turned my head around.

"You boys should go to bed," Mom said. "I don't think he'll be waking up for a few hours. The sleeping spell is meant to last a little while, and he needs rest, just like you two."

"But what if he wakes up soon?" Sirius asked.

"Then he'll probably go looking around for an explanation of where he is. Either he'll figure it out on his own or he'll find someone to explain it. Don't worry."

Sirius and I looked at each other. "Okay, we'll sleep," I said.

"Great!" Mom said. She gave us each a pat on the head before leaving.

Sirius glared daggers at me. "Why'd you volunteer us to sleep? At least I have to look out for Reggie!"

"And if you fall asleep here, then what?" I retorted.

"Well I won't fall asleep."

"How do you expect to avoid sleeping if all you'll do is just sit there and stare?"

"I won't let myself fall asleep!"

"And if he wakes up in the morning? By then surely you'll need to sleep. We don't know when he's waking up, so you should just rest for a bit. If he wakes up, you'll know. In fact, you'd be, like, the first person anyone would tell."

"Fine."

"Here," I said, helping Sirius up.

We walked up the stairs, the silence starting to feel like a weight to be carried. We seperated into our own rooms, and I shut the door behind me.

I didn't really know why, but my room felt so empty. There was no talking or music or movements. I knew I could change that, though. Once nice thing about being back home was that I could use all sorts of cool inventions. My favourite was the radio. I flicked it on and was greeted by my favorite band.

You're a teaser you turn them on, the radio sung.

Leave 'em burning and then you're gone.

I started to grab clothes to change into.

Looking out for another,

Anyone will do.

I started changing.

You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get that chance…

"Doo-doo, doo-doo," I sung.

You are the dancing queen,

young and sweet, only seventeen.

At the end of the song, I flicked off the radio and lights. I went up to my bed, took off my glasses, and tried to sleep.

★ ★ ★

1:32 AM, the clock read. I had wanted to fall asleep by now, I really did, but I just couldn't. Earlier, I had spent a while trying to sleep. Then, I couldn't. To not be bored, I had turned on the radio real low and started setting my desk straight. When I started getting tired, I came back to bed. It didn't matter much though because I still was awake thirty minutes later.

I was getting hungry and thirsty. The idea of having something sounded desirable. It was that feeling which pulled me out of my bed, through the door, down the stairs, and eventually into the kitchen.

I opened the glassware cabinet and took down a glass. I turned to the fridge and got ice for my water before going to the sink.

I flipped the sink onto its coldest setting and listened to the steady noise of water. The noise it made was kind of nice. It sounded like a miniature waterfall.

Once the water was full enough, I switched off the sink and began walking back to my room. However, as my foot lay on the first step, I had realized I didn't know how Reg was doing right now.

I hastily lifted my foot and turned back to where Regulus was. I made my way to the couch he had been on, and there he was.

I looked at him. I stared, willing his body to come alive. I was desperate for a fairy tale story where his eyes would shoot open. He was asleep. I knew he would be asleep for a couple hours more. I knew he needed that rest. I still hated it, though. I must have stood there like an idiot for minutes before I downed my water, placed it in the sink, and went to my room.

I shut my door behind me and made my way to bed. I fell asleep quickly.

★ ★ ★

Someone shook me awake. I tried opening my eyes but it was too bright. I rolled over and faced my wall.

"Prongs! Wake up mate!"

I groaned, trying to reopen my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Morning."

"But the time?"

"Something-o-clock."

"Why are you waking me up at something-o-clock? A bit early, isn't it?"

"Well Effie made breakfast, so…" Sirius trailed off.

"You could've led with that!" I said. I drew my covers off and placed my glasses on my nose.

Sirius and I went down the stairs and greeted my family. Mom had made pancakes (I think it was to lift the mood.) We took a seat at the table and began eating.

Mom came over and sat down next to us. "Sirius, I just checked on Regulus for you. He's still alseep you can guess, but I'm sure he'll wake up soon."

Sirius was silent for a second. "Do you think it's bad that he's not awake yet?"

I took a sip of my water as I watched Mom put a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "I don't think so. His body is probably used to being awake at night so even if he were meant to wake up, he probably just slept through the nights."

That's a bit of an odd reason, I thought, it being night doesn't change much. I mean, we can all wake up at night.

Still, I knew anything that had even a shred of reason was good enough for Sirius right now.

"Okay," Sirius said. "What will we do when he does wake up though?"

"Well, I suppose we'd need to get him settled and his arrangements in order," Mom said.

"Like what?" I joined in.

"He'd need items such as clothes that are his. He can borrow stuff from you two, but I'm sure he'd feel more comfortable in his own clothing. We also would need to get him a place to sleep. I had been thinking we could use the guest room after a few days."

"'After a few days'? Why would we wait a couple days?" Sirius inquired.

"Okay, well I wasn't too sure about this as I think his opinion might be good, but I figured since he's injured, not used to being here, a bit shocked, and the guest room probably wouldn't be decorated to his liking, it might be best if he stayed in a room with one of you two. If you're okay with that, of course."

"Oh, I remember you mentioning that yesterday," I said.

"You spoke to him about sharing a room?" Sirius said. I guess Mom hadn't asked him.

"Had I forgotten to ask you that?" Mom asked, faking surprise. I knew her well enough. And she had said why she hadn't asked Sirius to me yesterday. "I meant to ask you, but I guess it slipped my mind. I also wasn't quite sure how Regulus would feel about that, given your… relationship."

"Okay."

We sat in silence for a bit and ate our food.

Once Mom had stood up to go do something, me and Sirius began conversation. We talked about school and summer. Things we looked forward to, things we remembered from last year, and also plans we could do this summer.

Eventually, I thought I heard someone coming down. "Hey Dad," I said, turning my head. But when I looked in the direction of the stairs, I didn't see him.

"Your dads not there, Prongs. You hallucinating?"

"No, I just thought I heard someone and I thought it might've been him, but I guess not…"

I looked behind my again only to see the same picture.

But then, I heard a grunt.

I whipped my head around. Still the same. "You heard that, right?" I asked Sirius.

"The noise? Yeah."

I stood up and beckoned him to follow. in a second, we reached the intersection between the kitchen/dining area and the family area and the stairs.

No one was on the stairs, but then I saw a head raise.

Then I saw him.

Regulus had woken up.